Long Ovary Poems
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I bridged the chasm and entered ambiguous halls
Climbed over barbed fences inside my mind's walls
To glimpse the core of how men and women relate
Among flowering vines behind the garden gate.
Within a flower is both gamete and stigma
As semen to ovary - what an enigma!
Nestled deep in my breast, I hear a sultry voice,
"Which would I be if I'd been given the choice?"
I am content with my life in a single ilk
I give in to the urge to wear lace and silk
A little more mascara and blush on my face
I desire to be a lady with charm and grace
I wear jeans and boots, shorten the length of my hair
But some days high heels are what I choose to wear
Two halves of one heart, beating in rhythmic sync
Twins in one body but both sharing the same link
One set of footprints I leave on a virgin shore
I know who I am, but sometimes yearn for more
I'm searching for what lies behind the waterfall
The answer discovered when I hear my siren call
One foot in each of two very different worlds
Climbing trees like boys with painted nails of a girl
When asked my favorite color, I always say it's blue
But I'm also partial to pinks in pastel shades and hue.
I search my thoughts to see if gendering is mental
Knowing I'm more the damsel, not frail but gentle
When my psyche roars like a lion, I can repress
the savage beast in me when I wear a pretty dress
In kindred thoughts my anima/animas keep in touch
I respect my masculine inflection, but not too much
I don't saunter like a guy. I'm not one of them
My hips sway like a girl, so cherchez la femme.*
*Cherchez la femme is a French phrase which literally means "look for the woman."
THE ENTIRE Earth: a watch
that tells the heart when
you are awake and sleeping.
I feel;
the movement of Beethoven’s
Sonatas and your dreams:
like a butterfly sighing
and escapes
from between your parting
lips dreaming of me.
Then as though upon the
tips of tulips I am flying!
Searching vast fields to
find the one beautiful
perianth: and your berries
within the tulip's ovary!
And now my search is found
within a forest of fragments
of greens, browns, sparrows,
and splintered wood:
The Earth's watch has stopped
for eternally us!
Away with nature's winds!
a lifetime,
a lifetime,
together within eternity
and two purple tulips
excited that fiber of time
has climaxed upon our moment!
:: 12-30-2017 ::
Fruitlet is dangling on branches of trees.
Trees’ branches bearing leaves.
Leaves, green, yellow or brown dwindling.
Dwindling due to vicious strong winds raging.
At the tree’s foot, rotten leaves and fruit snooze.
Leaves snoozing dead fertilize the earth.
Earth to receive falling fruit to break.
To break and deliver her stone alive.
Alive, stone will sprout and feed on dead meadow.
Dead meadow grass will fodder fruitlet’s stone.
Stone to spring young from rotten ovary;
Ovary’s filth to produce a clean shrub.
Shrub, cruel humans will chopper.
Chopper to assassinate mother trees.
Mother trees who are the ecosystem.
Ecosystem agonizing human’s vicious attitudes;
Vicious attitudes of us hominids shatter the lot.
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
How incredulous and deluded we are
That we believe ourselves to be superior beings
And we are nothing more than Platyhelminths
That celebrate the festival of the Anus
Or reproductive system
Leading a long procession
Behind a priest saying mass
Or going to a rock and rap festival
Where people sing in chorus
The delights of alcohol and marijuana
All done on the lives of innocents
Murdered and dead by warlords
Serial killers and genocidal maniacs.
These are confirmed facts
In the true history of time.
We are turbellarian platyhelminths
With bilateral symmetry
Commonly depressed
Flattened dorsoventrally
Therefore we can call ourselves
Flatworms with locomotion
Produced by mucous secretions
Or ejaculations that move
Or are dropped from above.
There are active groups:
The workers of earth and asphalt
And parasitic groups:
Political baskets with an **** opening
And pedophilic clergy with a blind anus
That sees everything
According to them
Both usually equipped
With adhesive organs (suckers)
To suck our sap and blood.
We are worms with skeletal formations
For whom only the following matter:
The genital atrium, the mouth
The epidermis, the esophagus
The pharynx, the frontal gland
The nerve ganglion, the prostate gland
The intestine, the excretory pore
The genital pore, the
The penile scrotum, the womb
The roof of the palate of the
The uterus, the ovary
Supported by the Fallopian tubes.
We Platyhelminths are
For the most part hermaphrodites
With distinct male and female genital systems
With a cephalocaudal metabolic gradient.
Embracing the idea that to "hear no beauty, see no beauty, be no beauty" is to overlook the true essence of a rose. A rose is not merely a flower or a collection of blooming buds; it embodies a profound inner calmness and purity. It serves as a striking representation of a seductive figure, with its ovary dispersing seeds that give rise to future generations of beauty.
This powerful imagery underscores the role of a rose in nurturing life and inspiration. Beauty is not just a superficial attribute; it is a divine promise, a gift from God destined for all women in the land. We must recognize and honor the vibrancy of beauty, as exemplified by the striking "red fluffy mustard rose," which captures the essence of resilience and allure in nature.
Hear no beauty, see no beauty be no beauty
Accepting aloneness, incomplete solitude, imperfect rest. The garden
wasted, pumpkin patch planted late, potatoes untasted left in ground.
A thousand email addresses, each unique represents a flame of
passion, compassion, desperation or depression. To understand, to know's
impossible. It is therefore only reasonable to observe the shadows
on the mountain, the actions of the dreamer which tell us something,
little, nothing of his dream. It's a simple secret shared,
longevity. The half breed John Russell says it right, the
date and place don't matter, dry desert or cold mountainside,
lush bottomland, soulless or hospitable, contagious hospital.
The best laugh's death's, a perfect escape, perfect error, perfect
rest. Their solicitude's unnecessary, grief is temporary, life goes on,
you go under, underemployed, the undertaker's never unemployed.
Forensics prove an ovary with two chambers, ovule adnate to the funicle.
Wanna make a baby?
Here's how it goes....
The ***** enters the vagina.
Then out comes a flow.
Meanwhile from the ovary,
down the fallopian tube.
A tiny egg is swimmimg
and plops into the uterine lube.
After a fierce battle
the fastest sperm wins.
Brakes through the egg's shell.
Then multiplication in ovum begins.
Oxygen and nutrients flow
through the umbilical cord.
From after birth on uterine wall.
Or placenta as it's sometimes called.
A little baby is growing fast.
Nine months to be exact.
The womb then contracts.
These are the facts.
Out pops a baby...
Simple as that!
Bees flying free
being merry
though in hurry .
Bees groan to fly
under blue sky
soaring up high.
Buds smile to bloom,
make cosy room !
juice in bosom.
Bees suck at ease.
Pollen in breeze
sticking to bees.
Bees to carry
to bloom's ovary.
A smart ferry.
Ovulation -
Seed -formation :
germination.
When I was very very young
A new mother experiencing life
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
Now children my song will I play on my fife
A new mother experiencing life
Pain in my side to the doctor went
Now children my song will I play on my fife
Right ovary cyst orange size hosiptal sent
Pain in my side to the doctor went
He said that this could cause loss of life
Right ovary cyst orange size hospital sent
Well I went under the operating knife
He said that this could cause loss of life
For it could rupture at the least bump
Well I went under the operating knife
For them to remove this abnormal lump
For it could rupture at the least bump
Asleep totally out on operating table
For them to remove this abnormal lump
Went to the light to visit angel Gabriel
Asleep totally out on operating table
Then this light called me away
Went too the Light to visit angel Gabriel
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
Then this Light called me away
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
My Grandmother sent me back through space
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
My Grandmother sent me back through space
When I was very very young
I bridged the chasm and entered ambiguous halls
Climbed over barbed fences inside my mind's walls
To glimpse the core of how men and women relate
Among flowering vines behind the garden gate.
Within a flower is both gamete and stigma
As semen to ovary - what an enigma!
Nestled deep in my breast, I hear a sultry voice,
"Which would I be if I'd been given the choice?"
I am content with my life in a single ilk
I give in to the urge to wear lace and silk
A little more mascara and blush on my face
I desire to be a lady with charm and grace
I wear jeans and boots, shorten the length of my hair
But some days high heels are what I choose to wear
Two halves of one heart, beating in rhythmic sync
Twins in one body but both sharing the same link
One set of footprints I leave on a virgin shore
I know who I am, but sometimes yearn for more
I'm searching for what lies behind the waterfall
The answer discovered when I hear my siren call
One foot in each of two very different worlds
Climbing trees like boys with painted nails of a girl
When asked my favorite color, I always say it's blue
But I'm also partial to pinks in pastel shades and hue.
I search my thoughts to see if gendering is mental
Knowing I'm more the damsel, not frail but gentle
When my psyche roars like a lion, I can repress
the savage beast in me when I wear a pretty dress
In kindred thoughts my anima/animas keep in touch
I respect my masculine inflection, but not too much
I don't saunter like a guy. I'm not one of them
My hips sway like a girl, so cherchez la femme.*
*Cherchez la femme is a French phrase which literally means "look for the woman."