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Patrolling the jungle, testosterone surging, muscles finely tuned
He stumbles upon Jane swimming naked, in an open lagoon
This handsome stallion stopped dead, beside waters edge
Me Tarzan, she just smiles, stepping out by thin hedge
Standing before her, beads of sweat glisten his well toned chest
Long mane of hair, ripped biceps, a specimen, alpha the best
Spellbound as she kisses, hush my baby just let it happen
Breathing heavily, in submission, Tarzan oozing passion
Dynamic forces at play, in virgin jungle, latency is being woken
Pheromones, endorphins, gushing rivers, packing implosions
Arboreal creatures gaze down, with perplexed trepidation
Positions below change, moans turn into exclamations
Her statuesque body, his athletic frame, create perfect recipes
Both out of control, relentless, inexorable pain, and ecstasy
OH-EE-OH-EE-OH-EE-AW-EE-AW, Tarzan roars exultation
My God you beast! says Jane, an indirect translation
Not finished only getting started, she too is insatiable for more,
Naked in the wilderness, aesthetic bodies, primed to explore
With a Herculean physique, Tarzan’s pulse keeps on giving
Jane meets halfway, this goddess takes every collision
So marathons ensue, flesh upon flesh, tugging pushing delight
Lusting thrusting each other to a standstill, going until night
Tarzan swings her home, a safari campsite nestles nearby
Same time place tomorrow, you got a rematch big boy.
OH-EE-OH-EE-OH-EE-AW-EE-AW, triumphs with joy
By
David kavanagh
MAKE LOVE NOT WAR
I am not hardened by your strong sense of will
And i am not weakened by any fragility of spirit
I am not stood still, awaiting my becoming – i am flowing
And no longer do i fear the ingrained teachings of which you still hold dear
I have retreated and enveloped in shadow — far too long
Once entangled by your distorted webs i could not see coming
And then at night i lied latent, a lingering state of questioning
Cocoon of unease-full sleep in the woven bed you had made
A saga of indifference used to evince itself in plenty an instance
Namely, i wore clothing of poise and purity to gratify your expected modesty of me
And hid behind prayer and knelt to save me from the art of unsanctioned vulgarity
Would you now say i have plucked from the garden of forbidden fruit
Since i fail to follow the faith leading to your promised land?
False promises have propelled me forward towards honest grace
And sincerity now speaks to me in spirituality, my sacred space
I do not need to succeed failure to gain my attention nor to silence any dismay
And i do not feel urgency to stray away from my intrinsic gateways
I am not frightened by your close attention to detail
Pertaining to matters of me and the ideas i adopt to be true instead
Nor do i bother about your views on my newfound philosophies
Considering i feel seldom incomplete presently, so i can reason with you now
Alas, when i used to cry i could not turn to you
But my forgiveness touches places accessible to you these days
I can see beyond our diverged paths and welcome you all the same
For even if shame rouses, i shall not place the blame onto your heart spaces
You have taught what you’ve known and rightly so
I just pray and hope you can accept a version of me who’s changed
Since i feel earthbound without the cloudiness of what you’ve tried to arrange
So are you convinced that cherubs await those in disbelief of your deity in parade
Or did these unleashings persuade you further into your religious and lawful ways?
Don't sing in Singapore..Of freedom or you'll get it raw.' Basic humanity is not
A thing, you can't sing..Or it could mean
( sing sing') if you brimg.? Notice of hate
Crimes going on in action; or maybe in song.? There's no 'giver-ment' in there
Current regime, they live in a 1940s capure in latency.' If you get what i mean
No honour of the blood then spilled they
Are sold out..I see they just dish the swill
Given by a money lending land where
Usery is the god, and violence rules, a
Place where bio-warfare played, subjecting their own populace, no remorse have they, they stuck them like
Rats in a experiment, how long before
These people vent.? Unspeakabe things
Where put in thir bodies' i find it all
appalling, and much more than shoddy.'
Their epstein type rulers, take everyone
For fools, they cook up false
emergencys ignore human dignity, no decency there now
Rules.'
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Whilst the world took no notice, we paddled our feet
Down by shores edge, where the brine’s bittersweet
Bubbles lap around, and sand displaces underneath
Latency fills the air, seagulls squawk, fight, and eat
Still the world takes no notice, not even a tiny peep
Perhaps it’s gone away, yeah, probably fell asleep
Our past for the moment, melts deeper into the deep
Strolling along together, where time seems to creep
Indeed the world takes no notice, not even a yawn
We’re two grains of dust, on the infinite cosmic lawn
Lost in a strange moment, way past our life’s dawn
Moving through the void, all too soon to be withdrawn
As the world takes no notice, we take our chance to run
For if we move fast enough, might catch up with the sun,
Prevent it from setting, then tomorrow will never come
Least if we die trying, this last day will be endless fun
By
David Kavanagh
To President Joe Biden
Anecdote : It is an ode to poetry, nothing personal, nothing satirical, and the ultrasound is a personal experience of further need in contemplation of my left breast, where unwanted growths gave me a huge dilemma of metaphorical islands, benign or cancerous, does not matter.
Shawna has a sharp shape , robust figurative speech
Strange, nosy, but arrogant, stern and stubborn in beauty.
Her newly wed face had a bridal glow, sunlight mystery
She is particular in her pink dresses, pink lipsticks
and in her pink stones in carved jewels.
I remembered her through the legacy of thirteen years
Hospital floors are shiny, hinting in polished and polishing epigraphs
Reasons. Limiting definitions. Wanted and fine-tuned reasons.
The soap opera in happening time on the TV screen
mounted on the higher end, had an obnoxious hetero-mixture in latency
Las Vegas casinos or improper door fixation in pious inter-courses, timely or otherwise or whatever.
Always an earned longevity in otherwise, other way, in urging other needs.
No one permit it though
The janitors in duty, or the front desk attendants
All were busy too, belonging somewhere elsewhere.
Then I realized, I was wrongly -matched in my pairs of shoes
No one spared the other control, endless saga of two edged folding.
Although, I am a success story of a substantial assimilation of homo-sapiens tribal affair.
I have two eyes, two hands and two strong feet,
Strong, sensible and rational in a rationalizing world.
In the wider sense, too.
I did not recall Shawna , it was still a cloudy aftermath, till that pausing time.
But the end time was drawing closer and closer..
In the beforehand receipt of the ultrasound , and with the post one also.
So that doctor can convert these images into information
humane information
A rusty bastard life earning generous aristocrat reason
To keep it ongoing in Shawna's impeccable life
and in mine too, with my formal prosecutions of cacophony
of falling short in paired shoes.
Therefore the sonic time can heal and deal and reveal
The eternal research question of
The supplicating feminine weep hole.
First, love hears the bell
before the hand has touched it
dawn before daybreak—
Reactions are quick and sure,
latency's irrelevant.
Later, there's a pause
a brief delay in response,
as both already
know what to say, why, and when
and then, how each one will react
Next maturity
permits an intermission,
hearth-warm brief silences
in the shared conversations,
a time to trust the givens.
Misunderstanding
blooms slowly in known voices—
old maps for new roads
the old answers come too soon,
not from who stands at the door.
So love must relearn
the true art of latency—
to pause—then reply
with enough consistency
to stave off complacency.