Long Phallus Poems

FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside...

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Lost libido as rez erected cockamamie Shtrungool haint no prickly fallacy

The following pastiche 
poetically pricked prick,
whereby fantasy courtesy Eros 
(????) cow licked
country bumpin videlicet hick
bullied who consider me 
on account of a dinky dick.

Me primate...

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Book 2
“Next we will use and abuse, the wedge of doubt.  To place a misgiving, a slight of hand, an apprehension into the day,  to mold the day thoughts of these apes, these...

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Post post Modernism

Who wants modernity in any case whether
                          ...

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There's more than meets the Horus Eye, in the recording industry
Too many whispered songs have come like a dream
Have came in the ear like malefecium shot from a midsolstice night ween
Entering in the rear of...

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LIBERTY MONGER NOW OWNS PROTEST 
   AGAINST COUP FOR SUPREME COURT TO IMPEACH:

HIM AND BUNKUM "FAKE"  AS HIS TAJ MAHAL 
   ANALOGOUS TO A PSEUDO PHALLUS SIZED LEECH

SIMPLY VISIT THE...

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October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can...

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Twittered Via Chilled Wren
At Valley Forge, Pennsylvania

Prior carte blanche to confessing illicit
     extra-marital affair
I embolden tomb ache
     elicit, and baldly bare
faced laid out some
   ...

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Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds

My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness...

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(for Jon Accomando)

mine was the last generation to be spanked. sensuous and real, w/ corporal punishment— at
least you felt something.
sadly, it too has been corrupted.
in the new violence no one raises a hand— eyebrows and...

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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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Piecing together Harris/ Kuritsky tattered family tree
(Betsy Ross would beam at unflagging effort)

Ah, here all along yours truly
thought himself an abductee,
and/or zoologically
linkedin with chimpanzee,
hence imagine my disappointment
flipping laminated pages ye

ja undertook undoubtedly
painstaking effort,
plus wireless subcommittee
stitched...

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Born without a Phallus

Arigbe,
the first and last child of his parents
named after the famous Arigbe leaf
a wild magical spice
only used by women who need to spice up their love lives
his father’s love for his mother...

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I
Some poems write themselves
Maureen McGreavey excels in pithy poetry
So I do not love writing them, sometimes

II
When the Holy Spirit showed me a contrast
Luke 1, a priest prayed for a son (Elizabeth & Zechariah)
When Gabriel brought...

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Upside Down World

The great man and conjurer of poetic license sat behind
                       ...

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‘We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are’
                      ...

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Sexy Love

Some say that love is when our rivers join on cotton sheets in mounting passion
                   ...

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Tumult and chaos reign around us
Gushes of water spill from shattered roofs unto bodies
Water does not heal the wounds of besieged people suffering
ln the distance music of two misplaced cellos seek solace

War of and by...

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it was not so much that his liver had succumbed to cirrhosis

the jaundice had resulted from hard core assault on his brain

no rose-tinted spectacles would ever restore his faulty vision

myopia in itself was not a...

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Got Any Ideas For A Poem?

Ha! That catch phrase
     (kid ding lee writ)
     hoop fully goat yar attention
truth be told, (no...no...
     no...not by...

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Shadow Play

While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania

Jung after...

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I saw the rage in his gaze, 
His seductive art
I felt his digitus medius, longing to write his name inside my arse.
He charged up as usual
Still looking little unsettled with a sudden crash of energy,
I...

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Let the Melancholics delight at your beauty tonight.
From the bossom of ecstacy down to the purity of heart
You are indeed a ravine work of art
A million words can't define you
Yes, beautiful can summarise your radiance...

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MISS CLITHEROE

by Robert Davidson

And They Thought She Had Missed Out On Love.

They called her an old maid
Said Maud never had the chance to test her virtue
Said she was like a pressed flower in a book.
But...

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My somewhat outsize ears and longish neck 
(I swear exist, which contrary to popular myth 
never seen by living persons) support this egg shaped 
(fried or scrambled some might argue) head.

A mostly flat and hairless...

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