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This is just an experiment
To see if it will work
Post a title with “Sex” in it;
I know; I’m such a jerk.
My poetry gets so few views,
I thought I’d try this trick;
See if the view count goes sky high
Because I put the word “sex” in it.
Sorry to disappoint
But no nudity in here.
Thanks for stopping in, however,
Your motivation is obviously clear.
See if my view count is abnormally high
Compared to other poems I post;
I’m thinking due to my deviousness
This one will have the most.
So if you want your views to soar
You can do what most others do;
Post comments on the other’s poems
To increase your poetry’s views.
But if you are a punk like me
And try the system to circumvent;
Use a title that’s provocative
And upward your views are sent.
In her lifetime, a cow produces
Two hundred thousand glasses of milk
Wow, they must be total wrecks
After a hundred they must start to wilt
Your average domestic cat bombs along
At about thirty-one miles an hour
Especially if old family dog, Rover
Is attempting her hide to devour
Did you know that old George W. Bush
Was once a cheerleader in college
I'll bet your life is finally complete
Since I passed on that bit of knowledge
People spend over three and a half years
Whiling away life on the can
Headstones should be shaped like toilets
And also be equipped with a fan
There's a town in PA called Intercourse
I wonder what prompted the townsfolk
To call their town such a provocative name
Guess it was their idea of a joke
Studies show most Australian women
Will have sex on the very first date
Booking my ticket tomorrow morning
Heard their climate there is great
Seems the next place after the bedroom
Most people have sex in the car
I'm writing this poem from the back seat
Of my gorgeous Nissan GT-R
A thousand birdies die each year
From smashing headlong into windows
Sure not the smartest of God's little creatures
Just one step up from the minnow
Okay, just a bit more of this crazy talk
Then I really must take my leave
You lose weight by just smelling bananas
I find that quite hard to believe!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Narrow and shallow shining laser focus
into chasm while teetering on brink
akin to scurrying thru microcosmic burrow
of microscopic Manhattan skyscrapers
wink'n nod and blink,
this ace of spades heart (diamond
in the rough) poet digs club billy shallow
sometimes forced to spelunk
thru crawl space chink
hunting down gamesome dodging
catlike whim elusively outpaced,
yet webbed, whorled wide net
nonetheless doth cap cha alive
agile adept idealized rat fink,
which unseen quite quiet mouse notion
gives hardy fellow run for his money,
within scrunched brow mental chase
possibly connected to a preceding pondering
or appearing randomly
viz, non-sequitur conscious kink
said quarry i.e. whimsical thoughts
frequently vanish without a trace
quick as mental cogs and wheels
generate snapchatting, riveting, twittering link
process allowing, enabling, and providing
albeit easily distracting ability
to grasp awesome zinging, lightening,
fleeting brainstorm within windswept
mind space *****sapiens to think
shimmering insight cognizant ability
likening ode on Grecian urn vase
frieze depicting elusive capture
thought process lifespan shorter than a wink
via third eye blind of
comfortably numb beatle browed face
to locate source giving rise
king inducing minor frustration at inability
to nab (albeit painlessly) shimmering zinc
like inception, deception, taking wing
within fifty plus shades swing
and conception of consciousness stir ring
nanobyte size quisling
gray matter housing chromosomal ping
pong pin balling genes summons King
kong of Leon intrigue, jing
gull ling, where disparate
ideas linkedin fling
pollinated neurological network ebbing
and flowing, sans during
writerly blitzkrieg thread ding
provocative point of pinterest bing
proclimation emancipation pensive predilection
to contrive a means and ways
to corral mischievous mental minions
who seem to vanish without a trace
holographic after effect or image evoked
from virtual reality, the latest modality
to pair dime a dozen stray cats re:
untamed cerebral creatures tempting
contemplation to occupy hours.
Easy morals and provocative ways
have made of you the gutless user
and the unapologizing abuser
who likes to take, not give but laugh;
who does admire you for your selfish
ego and extrovert character?
The cruelty that was done
to your first lover can't
convince you to thrive off bad intentions
using others for your pleasure;
you are too powerful, you subdue them
with willpower...can you own them
and continue to humiliate them with words
when they are too week for revenge?
Step down from your throne
and apologize to them, show your guilt.
Easy morals and provocative ways
are the tools of a deceiver
who wants sensual nights with stars,
not caring for the feelings
of the one causing heartbreak and pain;
give up on your vanity
and realize you're unfair...
by taking hearts and fill them with fear,
by mocking them for their fragility...
you can't lose but win!
Darling?
Yes dear.
Have you ever had an unpublished thought?
What does that mean?
Is this about my profligate tendencies?
Of course
You know perfectly well I've never been published.
No, I mean
Have you ever had a thought
that included the thought
that maybe you need not actually say it
out loud?
or even whisper it to yourself?
Whether there are other ears to eagerly listen in
or not.
No,
why would anyone think that?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe so those around you
would have more time and space to think
their own unpublished thoughts?
Not to change the subject,
but I have a more interesting question for you.
Have you ever had an unpublishable thought?
Oh my yes!
All my favorites.
So what would make your favorites
without value for promulgation?
If you have to ask
then I know you could not afford to buy them.
I have no idea what that even means.
Maybe an example.
What would be a favorite thought
you have never shared with anyone?
How lovely it would be
if you had more unpublished thoughts.
I'm not sure what to say.
No.
But that didn't stop you from saying something
did it?
Is this about me thinking out loud too much?
Maybe.
But I'm sure it's about not listening enough.
To you?
Maybe,
but certainly not listening enough to yourself.
Well that's how I listen to myself,
by talking to myself,
or whispering, maybe, sometimes.
So then, yes,
I guess it's about not listening enough to the silence
of my favorite unpublishable thoughts and feelings.
That sounds deeply provocative.
Only if you listen right.
Is that a silencer in your pocket
or are you happy to not just hear me?
Local used bookshop, an easy energy
comforting shelves crowded with tracks of wisdom,
literature, philosophy, religion, the sciences
even graphic novels, saucy and weighty
fluff, too, for pool side reading
fairy tales of fear and fancy (what does turn pumpkins
into coaches after all?)
stacks of Natural Geographic, provocative, with
indigenous innocence, lands and space
undusted spread of news
I walk through zig-zag enticement on floors that creak
like old folks mating
uninhibited, protracted browsing
bookworm's comforting crawl
steadied nirvana
Do I take a step in a different direction?
buy a cookbook though I've little kitchen recollection
Authors recognizable
soothing charm in
brittle, yellow pages
that have passed through protean ages
Gravitational pull of old, in a world where nothing much
stands still
like wired lives, pushed hard in the making
I'm told that I'm shackled to what's obsolete
to free myself from choke holds past
like a bookshop, anachronistic
Did I mis-read value? Nourish the inessential?
Outside signs are visible: site cleared for re-development
Demolition seeps (like tar) into our lives
to strip space familiar
to uproot stakes of what's connective
My aged bookshop, a disrupted treasure,
worthy of a quiet reverence
dignity
before the landscape veers
Poem composed: March 8, 2021
Revised: April 3, 2021
12/12/19
"Struggling"
I've been struggling
Doing things that are puzzling
It's rather troubling
How much liquor I've been guzzling
Shiiiit
I admit
I'm not proud at all
I got a problem with alcohol
It'll be my downfall
If I don't fix it
Instead of always getting twisted
On my end, there's been a lot of resistance
It's been hard, and I know that I'll miss it
But I want to follow through on my wishes
And get after serious riches
All the while, taking care of business
With god as my witness
Up until the very last minutes
And at the finish
I don't need anybody's forgiveness
Just got to make the best of my existence
Another relapse, because I always got to get my fixes
On the walls upside down triple sixes
Pictures of provocative b**** es
Blowing kisses
And a tank with fishes
As well as a few glow in the dark crucifixes
Life's tough, yet sometimes it isn't
Good riddance
Once again I've done did it
I'm starting to get suspicious
Of much more than the superstitious
I've been ambitious
Yet still oh so vicious
Sorry, can't relate, I'm not very religious
And that's just one difference
Use to be a jock and a nerd
Nowadays I burn so much herb
I've been feeling disturbed
Because there's been so much I learned
Yet the problems always return
When you're at your lowest or feeling superb
On my back the weight of an anvil
Been trying to leave it at the landfill
But keep ending up at a standstill
Damn girl,
You really gave me feelings of ecstasy
Turns out it wasn't always meant to be
You'd best believe
Working my ass off, to barely earn ends meet
Only to struggle on through the next week
Makes me feel like a ****ing dead beat
Life continues testing me
Getting the best of me, but I can't let it be
I'm ready to achieve
An outcome that turns out successfully
Living rather recklessly
Been at odds and making some enemies
Doing things that'll shorten longevity
And life expectancy
Having strange tendencies
And certain dependencies
Which could very well be the death of me
She slipped into the single’s club,
where an assortment
of horny guys and lonely hearts had assembled.
Some were there hoping to find that "special" someone
and some had come to chase away the blues,
tinkling ice in cocktail glasses soon to be refilled.
Others, who might be labeled commitment phobic,
had simply come to case the place for an easy lay.
Swinging svelte, mini-skirted hips lasciviously,
she strutted over to the counter
on legs that looked their longest and most shapely
from being hoisted on high red heels.
Every pair of eyes was trained on her.
Some in the club gawked
with eyes that hid beneath mascara-painted lashes, flitting envy.
Others leered with pupils dilating lust
from ogling the two soft protrusions in her tight white turtleneck.
Then with pink champagne in hand,
the goddess turned and surveyed her audience,
most of whom by now had looked away.
One remained, mesmerized, with eyes riveted on her.
He quivered when she caught his gaze
and strolled over to where he sat.
As she approached, he marveled at her face -
the chiseled cheekbones strong and high,
the dark eyes, luminescent and immense,
and curiously, an upturned nose so delicate
it seemed almost too perfect,
like one acquired from a sculptor’s hands.
He gulped when she asked him for a dance,
and as he asked this intriguing lady’s name,
he wondered at the timbre of her voice,
so provocative and low as she tossed dark brown locks
and said seductively,
“My name is Lola. L-O-L-A , Lola.”
Inspired by an old song from the 70's and
used now for Skat's the Premiere Contest number 10 Poetry Contest
When I don't think about love, silent as lambs,
women come flocking to me; many times
they gather to chat in a corner
and whisper with fingers pointing,
" What a charmer! What a lover! "
I am truly psychic and intuitive,
and before they start talking,
I can read their silly minds and burst into laugh;
and all the illusive ones may not exercise caution...
but believe me, none of this means provocation!
Oh, women...more stunning than the summer' stars,
only one of you I can choose, and that one
will be the one who has kept the promise of a secret;
and this special dance, so imminent, she really deserves!
Oh, women...with anxious eyes so provocative,
I can't share any of these moments, and become
that sex idol that's drawing all the focus and attention;
go after other guys who are more handsome, talkative and smart!
I 'm the quite guy who likes staying home with his gal,
and spend an evening by candle light... away from the noise and gossip!
I like to be the center of attention when I walk
into a room full of attractive and elegant gals,
and kissing my favorite lady can spark some commotion!
I hate to push some aside, but my choice is final;
and will somebody turn pale with jealousy, let her find an alternative!
Everyone may get the wrong idea when a guy is gallant and bright,
but, all in all, do they think that a perfect match is a God-given right?
Romance loses its fascination when roses don't arrive;
and what's is the real reason behind it, if not a loss of interest?
Can romance ever last without the affections that love imparts ?
" What a charmer! What a lover! " is all I hear; irresistible women,
I appreciate your compliments and excitement...tone down
your uncontrollable emotions, don't fill
this room with words that gigolos love to hear!
I am a faithful Romeo: sentimental, shy, lovable and very sincere,
but another beauty cannot deceive me;
have you noticed how many smiles are flashed at me?
I can only accept the simplest and truest one!
Words...like perfection and glamour aren't in my dictionary,
simplicity and faithfulness are the most desirous and impeccabile!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Peace of Mind Among The Times
There’s a concept forming upon the horizon
A sunset warning me to focus my eyes upon
A notion of antiquity to seemingly delight upon
While the elements of iniquity I can find only respite from
Magnitudes of promise designed to integrate with time
Attitudes of pretense that the delusional consider to be refined
Platitudes of nonsense that only tire my mind
Gratitude for the confluence that keeps me perpetually kind
Communication at the station as the guards are kept at bay
Reunification of the consecration that I have always wanted to remain
Captivation of the affirmation that I continue to abstain
Condemnation for the demonstrations that demand the individual feels the pain
Saturation of conceptual notions raining down from the sky
Maturation of effectual devotion as the tears well in my eyes
Agitation of the perpetual emotion that we contemplate when we die
Elevations to observe the forward motions that are heaving a collective sigh
Consolidator of a conclusion that was meant to be provocative
Demonstrator or a delusion that is missing the prerogative
Innovator of an illusion that illustrates the performative
Discriminator of the seclusion that defines the undemonstrative
Nevermind the time that’s wasted while we’re all looking away
Stay refined in the complacent looks you avoid along the way
Disinclined to live adjacent to those who always have to have their say
Peace of mind prevents the impatient from disturbing me today
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz