Long Pornographic Poems
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Eyeball god in mouth
Ostara?...Dio?...Luna? ...
Is light as hunger for colors?
Eros the god of eyes and the hidden feelings
shameful man with erect cock -- sighing sex
in his heart -- a crack, deep and wide!
Black Hole!
Punk rock for a Black Hole!
Rainbow and jubilee exploded in flood!
Like a ***** universe all of our pornographic desires
moments of starving stars and **** stars!
An eyeless god living in a glass tube with hearts
like hot flashes in heat-blasted rooms!
Pulsing pimples -- swirling while a midnight sky
brings forth a cacophony of cosmic screams!
More impassioned raw-animal! More barking!
more vibrations -- more imminence!
More sinewy limbs on show -- I'm looking at --
lifeless grey body but voracious pink face!
It licks and whimpers, suckles and sucks!
Shall I become a statue again? -- glazed face with eyes
sheers-white in precession of Venus?
Hey! Taint! Milk it!
:: 11.12. 2020 ::
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck of an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the world and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he wondered if he was turning into a girl.
In his cabin he had found pornographic pictures looking at them
he decided he was very much a boy.
In a rough society like this, there was no one to talk to about his
feelings, a forbidden word, like constructing a house of cards and
pulling the bottom card away.
A burst dam of feelings, by those who had kept their loneliness
hidden, not being able to tell anyone about a rotten childhood and
a miserable life, punctuated by shore leave, with drink and whores
of Rotterdam.
The boy giggled at the thought of seeing bearded men wailing
about their misery; nevertheless, the next time the ship docked in
Rotterdam he would go ashore to see what it was all about.
This quiver of my lip, is such a gift,
He shared his eyes to see his brilliant sunsets,
Reflecting up from cherished memory,
So many hearts a common muse away,
Most things they don't ring true, but a few can pierce veneer and move to that
moment,
We swell and weep sublime,
Visions soul, the song, the captioned paper screen,
Is such a gift to give and get,
Times are few that vision touches you,
In that blink the doubt of God and house and heart,
Flee beneath the clarity of genius,
When poison catch jingle, single pornographic faint,
Ficades and numbs most poignant sensation,
I still love because I think of them who give to us so vividly,
The sunset in their symphonies.
Old beds reinventing themselves
as hammocks for the distilling
of sweat and foam
into an archive of dreams.
Sprung mattress’ sag like spavined camels,
or twist days and nights together
into sheets stuffed with mental laundry.
Some beds have fallen comatose,
they wilt like boneless owls
in slumbering hollows.
Beds keep their history recorded
in the brain-stems of a thousand bodily impressions;
beneath lumpy mattresses horror movies clump,
and pornographic images are laid
timorously to rest.
A young boy jumps up and down on his bed.
One day he jumps very high,
when he lands he is a teenager. By his side
a young girl (both),
not knowing what to do next, until the bed
begins to whisper to them.
This advertisement by ETSY is inappropriate. It depicts a greeting card of a man getting excited down there. And it crosses the line in the sand of what's decent and what's not. This picture is definitely distasteful and sexually suggestive, especially on a site that promotes its self as being family friendly.
It's like I'm visiting a public beach that's sunny and always family friendly and are suddenly blindsided by the dark clouds of nude bathers.
It's not right. It's not right for the kids. It's not right period.
A disapproving voice(s) is needed here so this complaint weighs on PS' conscious, where the decision is totally up to them to allow their cash cow to frolic in a meadow of immorality or to censor the picture.
It's in their hands.
But I hope they use the same morality as they do in censoring a list of banned poet's word, which in my opinion pales in comparison to that picture.
connie pachecho
3/29/25
Note-I thought about enclosing the image of the greeting card but it falls under PS terms of conditions that doesn't allow pornographic cartoons ... the irony. A train wreck will do.
Remembering the loving days of my youth
Love was on my mind 24/7
Every pretty girl that passed me by
Was more gorgeous that the one before
Guess what? It's still true today!
Age has no bearing
I am considered very old by most standards
But I still feel like a teenager at heart
It never leaves us, this attraction
The yearning for love, sweet love
When I was a young man
The thought of my parents making love
Was a totally foreign concept to me
It must have happened
Otherwise I wouldn't be writing this
But somehow it seems inconceivable
No! Mom and Dad? No!
Strange how we *****sapiens have evolved
The no holds barred topics of today
Can totally astound me
Topics that were never talked about ever back then
Topics that would have been considered pornographic
Are now talked about freely
In everyday conservation
Don't know about you guys
But I preferred it the way it was back then
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck of an old tank ship
late at night, looking up at the millions of stars over
The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the world and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple, white
stuff came out, he wondered if he was turning into a girl.
In his cabin, he had found pornographic pictures by looking at them
he decided he was very much a boy.
In a rough society like this, there was no one to talk to about his
feelings, a forbidden word, like constructing a house of cards and
pulling the bottom card away.
A burst dam of feelings by those who had kept their loneliness
hidden, not being able to tell anyone about a rotten childhood, a miserable life punctuated by shore leave, with drink and whores
of Rotterdam.
The boy giggled at the thought of seeing bearded men wailing
about their misery; nevertheless, the next time the ship docked in
Rotterdam, he would go ashore to see what it was all about.
It's Game Time!
A New Year, a new mind
Never rewind; fast forward to our grind time.
Our Shine illuminates the world with some simple rhymes but knowledge.
As we are attending college, pray for our profit.
Pray we stay honest in a barrel full of crabs.
This world is trying to grab our soul, eat us whole, sink us below, but we cannot go low.
The only way we know is home, heaven-sent.
We are Pitching to the kids because the grown mind is already corrupt.
Struck with illusions, pornographic confusion, we are living in ruins, building on top of death.
There could never be true peace until God sends back his seed, replant his garden.
Eden Reborn, it's more than a dream, but a vision that's has been created, outdated.
Walking by Faith, Pray we Graduate on our new start, never park
We going for it until we win it all
We are PoeticVibes
The zoo’s a peep show for kids —
excoriation from the
Society for Indecency to Naked Animals.
Bare chested is fine
but clothe their behinds.
The tailors stay busy
snipping and sewing
animal clothing.
A Buck Henry Hoax,
not too kind to Mr. Ed,
for the jowls of his butt
are looking red
and rather put out.
The sin-na shouts
at Jackie O
to dress her horse
and air-drops shorts
to cover unmentionables
on pornographic farms.
A group started for laughs
but many joined the cause…
P.E.T.A.’s cousin perhaps —
afterall, wearing fur’s a sin-na!
6/4/2019
The acronym S.I.N.A. Was pronounced “sin-na”
The Devil's Dead Roses
A prelude to the Bete Noire
Please stop Please stop
Don't look at my face
Please stop Please stop
Don't look at my face.
- Every time you see what I see
- Every time you see what I see
So precious
Disgusting taste
Back handed smile plays
Your devious face
So lost without me
Looking down without grace
Masquerade - You dance high
"So Great"
And the needle's laced
The Blood of Christ
In my hands
Understand! Understand!!
Still you laugh through me in sin
These cravings
So thirsty
Me first please
ME FIRST PLEASE!!!
I'm fiending
So lasting this laughing
It's fancy, us dancing
Delusions in envy
Pornographic Fantastic
Your eyes bleed
So frightening
My flesh disappearing
Your lies scream
You hate me
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU"
So blinding
My eyes sting
Left silent Sick violence
We play for today
"My little prey come this way"
Separate from peace
A pornographic feast
And this poison that you're spitting on my flesh
And this poison that you're spitting is so fresh
And this poison that you spit
Is coming at me
It's all coming at me
And up my spine
Such wicked chills Diluted in envy
"TAKE OFF YOUR FUQQING MASK!!!"
Why you coming at me
Why me
Why me
Why you coming at me
Naked hand in hand
Sends wicked chills
And up my spine
Twisted little thrills
"How Divine!!?"
Delusions
A blind dream
I'm finding YOU WATCHING
You HATE ME
This hate thing
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
"I HATE DREAMS"
Your mask is so frightening
Back handed smile
A little guile
So sick
Looking in at your grin
When you stick me
"You fuqqing win"
So I just laugh and I laugh
And I sing and I laugh
And I dance and I laugh
And I laugh and I laugh
And a couple more drinks
And a couple more drinks ...