Long Pelvic Poems
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Males have always made it easy for me to veto
either by words or actions or both.
You started so altruistic and added a brainless flare,
I’ve never imagined one on goggles with such virility
with books and tie, making his swagger uniquely swanky.
This dissertation will prove interesting and worthy
as you plant in my isolated garden,
so many Chamomiles and exotic plants
making me forget the number of times
my emotions have been subjected to an Ambulance.
Your shawama description
blew up a vehicle from my laughter
yet flows with sincerity, grace and caliber.
You, on sweaty tight singlet
and pelvic hugging boxers, on the other hand
presents like a delicious volauvent.
Your heart speaks innocently
in a thick romantic brogue.
I’ve enjoyed the words coming out of it
which are more than mere blandishments.
I’ll hold onto them and carry your actions
like a gold-plated Candelabra.
My heart is in great amity with yours
and its acceptance, totally of its own volition
despite my ‘Yes’ being a cataclysmic event.
I’ve long signed the blank cheque
already hoping for ante-natal sessions by your own doing.
.
fathom this fellowz
whilst i try mine
superior
not
tuh twist
yourn
thinks
Her petticoat
Oh sure
she held unto
normal stand'z
yet
the audience found thuh
wonder
why it's cotton
white
sway'd az uh church bell
miss'n it's
rockabilly frilly
habit
Tap
*In Old English “habit" meant attire or dress.
It originated from the Latin “habitus" meaning
appearance.
*The undercarriage of a woman is the pelvic floor,
which is a large, layered muscle sling located at
the base of the pelvis ,)
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
It's an all-powerful ejaculation
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic)
Pelvis and loins ablaze like fantastic,
and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
Eros peaks, then runs wild and Jurassic;
and hunts for instant gratification
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic!)
To burn with unrestrained lust is horrific;
but the red-hot flames of this condition
force coitus to break out when turning manic:
oh! to explode without control like a sex addict,
and copulate with total abandon
(when mania feels so keenly orgasmic!).
So, call it mad, but don't call it poetic:
this disease demands total expression.
These pelvic desires arise when turning manic,
from a mania whose possession is so fiercely orgasmic.
Moonshine hues in a powerful projection
peep in to light the lovers’ cavern with profusion.
Her tibias go weak; on the stone table, displayed
were wooden large bowls full and neatly arrayed.
Her colon constricts and she retains a gas, about to leak,
as she wants very much to look a bride, composed and meek.
A graceful raise of clavicles and a sexy push of the pelvic girdle
masked her gluttonous stare which clearly is to tolerate no hurdle.
She sniffs cautiously as her bridegroom leads her to her chair;
delicious soup of small intestines and roasted gall bladders for two to share.
A huge portion he serves her with exaggerated tenderness
“This for you, a first humble meal, my beautiful beloved ogress…”
Tibias, colon (large intestine), clavicles, pelvic girdle,small intestines, gall bladders.
12/09/16
A body of work (Viv Wigley)
Use of 6 body parts
I don got nothing but terrible
reviews bruited about
dip pressing field day
me (Lothario wannabe)
trumpeted execrable lout,
a garden variety baby
boomer father without doubt,
his own shameful paternal
shenanigans cavalierly he did flout
dwarfed teapot dome scandal,
thus one look no further,
or send out a scout
herewith infractions distilled,
though personally, I strongly advise
ye to go trout
fishing in America,
with a master bait
tour and/or subsist
on circa 1521 a.d. vintage date
diet of worms, well preserved
nearly five centuries
since team did excavate
cuz his narcissistic
propensity, brought fate
fool downfall wool find you
fist pumping imaginary pugilist great
reflexively recoil, at the ingrate
asper adultery, terrible
black barbs caused psyche dial late
bacchanalian debauchery,
marriage did mutilate
philandering prurient lechery,
et cetera (albeit kinky),
he did participate
heatedly enough to generate
electricity to induce perms
in every man, woman,
and child, or make poker straight
tightly coiled locks, whose weight,
sans comb bind
terms oven destined
with hot sizzling endeavor to find
my inner Elvis a vis with curled lip,
and daily pelvic grind
tryst ting mounting with hind
quarters sighting derriere
rearing to groove while inclined
at a sixty nine degree angle hull lined
for maximum fair moan to get mined
licentious behavior spurred from celibate
marriage, hence call of the wild pined
tubby satiated, and
subsequently huss signed,
thus within web of treachery
"FAKE" Casanova did wind
up gaining independence as
a Norwegian bachelor farmer.
We cannot fight old age – So, when I get there… I’ll just embrace it with a big dollop of humour!! Quote by poet.
My decrepit body makes me cry
Growing old ain’t fun, I cannot lie
My bladder leaks, it makes me sigh
Pelvic exercises I will have to try!
I’m not so agile, I am way too slow
When I need the loo I HAVE to go
Cos I can’t control my urine flow
Pass me a nappy, I won’t say no!!
I piddle when I cough or sneeze
I’m chesty, got an awful wheeze
My boobs have sagged well past my knees
Do I want a new body - ooh yes please!
To hear bird song really loud and clear
I need a hearing aid for my deaf ear
Going totally deaf I truly fear
I’ll get ears checked again this year
My aching limbs sure give me gyp
Got arthritis in my knees and hip
No cure for wrinkles around my lip
Anti aging creams dumped in the tip!
I repeat myself, that’s no falsehood
Instructions can be misunderstood
I repeat myself, that’s no falsehood
Oops my memory is not very good
1. She gives him the push
when he says sex starving
is a greater sin
than fasting for his long life
or praying to the lingam*
*an image of Shiva
2. after a tiff
lying under the same blanket
two of us stare
the peeping moon and turn
with glee to each other
3. shaped like a bird
a drop of water lands
on her breast:
my breath jumps to kiss it
before her pelvic flick
4. weaving no web
a dark fishing spider
mates in the creek
and curls up hanging from the ****
in one-shot deal
5. glowing with sweat
her muscles tighten up
and the toes curl
breathing gets heavier
trembling…twitching…ecstasy
--R K Singh
Love like you've never loved before
Reaching your hand out to a closed door
Thinking I knew what was in store
Now I'm suffering, my heart bleeding on the floor
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In the club dancing, alone on the wall
posted up chillin' , drunk, trying not to fall
Not a care at all,
I feel seven feet tall.
Influenced by the alcohol, stimulated by the beats
No matter the intoxication I methodically move my feet,
Pelvic thrusting is how I greet
This beauty who smells so sweet.
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Look,
This is for everyone who has met their soul mate only to find out that
their search is far from over.. Is their such a person, can one satisfy
enough to to maintain love?
Sometimes skeletons rise from hibernation and those skeletons become
loves' Achilles heal... Stealing what hope was their, leaving you alone,
left posted on the wall...
In the club trying to yet again fall...
Jared Pickett
8/28/09
Asavvy1
My beautiful hair is now turning grey -
a sign of age that I cannot deny.
But I’ll fight it until my dying day …
I have huge stocks of my titian hair dye!
My waterworks don’t behave as they should,
I laugh or sneeze and I dribble some wee.
Pelvic exercises don’t do much good -
I wear ‘Depends’ pads that no one can see!
My memory is now getting quite bad
I repeat words, I repeat words I say.
As long as I live I’ll be very glad …
until they carry my coffin away!
Failing health and faculties, are my fears
I may live to regret my twilight years!
A fictional write – I am admitting to nothing apart from dyeing my hair !!!
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My both hands were tied
Unable to escape
I breathe tight
My heart fear
thinking it will be my last day in the universe
My pelvic grids produced crack sound
Both my mind and body became motionless
Oh god
I can't help myself as my whole body turns numb
Blood flow like a water
From various parts of my body
With all my strength
I screamed loudly
"Please somebody save my life"
My hands which helps to save
thousand of life
Was unable to save own
Crippled into the floor
I ask merciless people to leave me alone
Vivid image of my family
runs into my mind
their dream of enjoying my success
after becoming a successful doctor
Shattered like a broken glasses
All I can do is to see
Predators faces
With a rage of thirst and hunger
I question myself
How can god create such human beings ?
Who have no mercy towards innocent
My entire life was lie
We are taught to be afraid of ghost
rather we should be taught to be afraid of men
Whose intentions are disgusting more than a ghost