Long Hymen Poems

"Backhand"



You have turned me
inside out, cut open
like a tennis ball
I used to beat backhand
along with the racket
hard against the garage wall

To make sense of it all
as a child, the grief stolen
all too swiftly and replaced...

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"50 Words for Poe: Foxglove"



What goes through the mind 
of Winter, when you are Autumn
just past Spring
Sometimes you’d squeeze IT
in the hot spaces left-of-centre
with the remnants of the
Summers-In-Between

She liked to keep it real.

She’d escaped
and had...

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A hymen or a hyena on a hyperlink is akin to a rotating rogue on a rhododendron. Balancing is deemed important by heavy duty wheels upon petals. Such a fascination for the hibernating hybrid horses....

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SILENCE, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's poem: Silence by T. Wignesan


The silence PRIOR to silence
	Silence anterior to the ineffable SYLLABLE where silence is born where it’s accomplished in advance
	PERCEPTIBLE syllable distanced by far from pure silence...

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for The Beloved, a night at Nedjima Bar (Ankara, Turkey)

… hypnosis shattered by atomic jiggling, salivation of song on your brow,
channeled chaos of body, spastic sound, tantrum of dark delight, unbuttoned vibrations   ...

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Pride goeth before a fall,
It shall be said, long after.

How well the phrase fits this Argive king,
Come far across the wine-dark seas
In his gleaming ships of war
To rape the wealth of other men's homes
All for...

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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote...

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Am I a woman when i turn 18?
No longer scared to sneak dad’s old whiskey out of our Swedish glass cabinet
Maybe it was when i got that first crimson stain 
on my yellow frilly knickers...

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As I walk around our house

it is now so quiet 

as a mouse.


As I walk into your bed room

I can still hear you mommy

singing a hymen or two,

or just being surprised

of all the blankets on...

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Part Two


Older in age 
                    younger in growth

  still heeding   His Master’s Voice

...

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The VICTIM

a heart much larger than the mind
outgoing, free spirited
defenseless, blind
loving, trusting
naive to the ways of mankind

few can escape their fate
as if born to satisfy the need 
of predators who lie in wait
to make the...

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I don't say "hello" to the horse
        but yes to the driver ... not that they are
        not worthy of consideration...

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I don't say "good morning" to a horse,
         but yes to the conductor... not that his
         not worthy of...

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VIRGIN

Virginity made a promise to always remain a virgin
It’s all pride and dignity; so careful, least all will cave in
She got the deep well locked; not even her fingers can go in
She describes it all...

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In a Texas commercial circus
the journey is set
vehicled by hormonal energy
beginning from the cashier's tag
well placed on her blue shirt
exactly on her very firm left Breast
with the name "Carmen"

The route of desires
his wants drive through
having...

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Now another bird. My poem for those who, in a period of uprisings or vice, and want to depart with light heart and cheer.

Nymphea and Hymen! I see the tree of Hymen gleaming in the...

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Bathed in spotlight, neon tongues
flatter to deceive.
Magdalene princess hawks
cars dancing headlights.

Just a child,
drugged on promises, candy wrapped in lies.

Recollecting innocence on far away shores.
Ambitious,
headstrong,
ready to conquer tradition,
        ...

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RAPE ON SONGHAI

Washington, Washington, their Washington
With a great hot flaming phallus in hand
Griped so tight, knuckles turn pale
You shield it up with the hood of this new religion
And thrust hard, deep, tearing Songhai’s hymen
This rape...

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As dawn vanquished the winter solstice
the celebrations were over but
Mary and Joe felt frisky,his fingers
underneath her dress, stirring her pot
keeping her simmering till she
arched her back and moaned,
pressing against his hand
as her juices overflowed.
Joe settled...

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Picture a heart on fire -n- a soul walking through it, salaciously secreting saliva, emotions making crazy love to their desires, the levels of love ignites higher -n- higher, too intense, passion screaming for more...

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Her material-finished-economical clothes,
from see through to micro-mini skirts,
all display bleached thighs.
Thighs, cushioning men to comfort,
smooth and spotless,
like refined cotton.
She is beauty itself.
Those who see say:
voluptuous bosom,
tattooed and displayed,
displayed naked for the naked eye.
A glance at...

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The day was blind with fog,
The thicker blanket of darkness left some hours ago,
The cry of a stray cat tore through the forest,
That was after a third shrill meow.

The bamboo-brown forest was a leafy paradise,
But...

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Come!
by Michael R. Burch

Will you come to visit my grave, I wonder,
in the season of lightning, the season of thunder,
when I have lain so long in the indifferent earth
that I have no girth?

When my womb...

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And at your banquet 
while they serve you 
you stay silent.

The flint glass cup 
shines in front of your plate 
blood-red for the sweet poison 
whose scent hypnotizes 
and you stare at 
the reflection of...

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Libya! Weep Libya!
Thy sly invaders smooch thy defender
Thy oppressor masks his crusader
Eye wells cried dry, mouths filled with peals of empty laughter
When ego puffs personality takes cover
When libido strays, devil’s peace reigns all is in...

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