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As eighth month of the year
both within Gregorian and predecessor,
the Julian calendar, where
said month originally
named Sextilis in Latin
since averred month ranked sixth
in ancient Roman calendar veer
really changed to August in honor
of Augustus Caesar
pinpointed eight Earthly
steeplechased rendezvous roundabouts
clocking viii sun danced orbitz
thru metaphorical solar turnstile,
sans common era there
after retaining a trace
of antiquity doth square
lee tug at mine olde ink
quiz hit heave egghead noggin
heady curiosity shoppe,
asper how lunar place name
linkedin as rare historical tidbit
thus, when at a loss,
what to write poem about
an unexpected brainstorm
found me not to doubt
Google when literary eureka
came to this lout
(only I own license to debase self)
just on the verge,
and ready to pout
fearing writer's block
as if creative juice
yielded nary a drop from thine figurative
fountain oft times
gushing water spout.
As a poetic foot note, aye
frequently ponder about
millenniums gone by,
and peoples, who
dotted with graveyards
of lovely bones after they did die
the four corners of the globe,
this twenty first century
chap doth espy
harem there, a debauched prurient
hot pocket of mankind
(woman too of course)
begetting, fostering, mothering
ancestors of this guy
retaining genetic characteristics
that got pooled watering
survival of the fittest well nigh.
a bouquet …
exquisitely exquisite
like naught else on this gilded planet
blooming on tender branches
supple and swaying
‘una flor fragante’
silken and sweet
pink petals open to entice … entirely
it’s lilt, aromatic
whirls thoughts like an eggbeater into
a carnal chaos
it’s synergy directing a
divine dermal dissolution of discretion
bane of the omnipotent
the fearless turned fools for its magic …
and madness …
inviolate or prurient
it has made kings out of paupers
twisted wills to wars
spun orbs on their axes
and made the universe of unions
ache for its aspect
the imperfect perfection of its
bewildering allurement
and the satiny seduction of
it’s beguiling floret -
the flower …
feminine.
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
Conceived In Sin -
Cincinnati, Ohio
(most Up To Date Virgin)
Any attempt for fecund woman
to successfully counteract biologic
reproductive force to whit
deserves grudging testes
meant to garner at least tidbit
sans, ejaculated kudos (by Dickens),
where aborted squirt,
viz skin flute, gets writ
off as sad sack pit
tiff full seaman unwittingly spit
outside sought after vasocongestion
swollen phallic doth intuit
thwarted down thrust trend,
where offspring of genetic
inheritance since Eve soffit
a dam nibble prickly outcome
braking abrupt copulation,
where half cocked drill bit
attempts to hit
bulls eye included with animalistic kit
and caboodle born toward illicit
propagation of species,
this indomitable overbearing gen nit
till foreplay to liberate dill lib writ
lee, pointedly and instinctually
continue human race,
where a bajillion threads did knit
world wide web steeped with lit
richer replete with orgiastic nit
tee gritty prurient details
recounting bacchanalian debauchery
nun such breakable classless habit
ah what a dog send to gift
and empower women to inhibit
unwanted pregnancy (of childbearing age)
equipped with superhuman heft quit,
while erect phallus unable to lyft
uber penetration, no doubt miffed,
especially in throbbing throes far drift
from coital provenance, one agitated fitbit
feeling royally screwed
particularly virility predicated
on loose sing penile glue stick
within secrete slit.
I claim a sit-spot
in a wildlife sanctuaried forest
just beyond my backyard,
And cycle there
while seeking a primary distinction
between sexual and sensual feelings
filters
frames,
Already peddling toward suggestions
my motivations for this direction
could be impure,
prurient,
certainly less than perfection,
But,
I am not right-brain deterred,
This forest is my familiar territory
where fools
and wise men
fear to tread
on resonant ecofeminists.
When seeking
imagining
experiencing
remembering sexual possibilities
and impossibilities,
attractions
and distractions
and unattractiveness
along my recycling way,
these remain ego-centered
self-serving
egotistic patriarchal,
left-brain economic-politically strategic,
monoculturing further dominance.
Sensuality
is more interdependent,
co-relational,
co-empathic
co-passioning
integral
intimate awareness
of external mind touch
with internal heart feelings,
heart-pumping uphill
and soul-relaxing downhill,
inhilling
and exhilling.
Waves of contrast
speak of comparative dipolar motivators
more longterm both/and satisfying sensuality,
Contradicted
against shorterm dualistic urgency
for my immediate sexual release,
my internal-only organic polyvagal climax
quickly moving from transcendent forest life
to demi-segregating death,
And then riding on in
and out
to reconnect with my ego/eco sit-spot
with embodied sensual narrative
of this one sacred/sexual life
living polypathically
lived rememory
reliving naked forest life
hopefully again
and recycling pleasure seating again.
Practice makes perfect,
so our great everyday pilgrimage teachers
messiahs
boddhisattvas,
ecofeminists one and all,
say
and do,
ride
and walk
and talk
with integrity's most resilient sexual/sensual/spiritual
reforesting win/win public/private wealth
reassur-dance
transcendent/intimate
global/local health potential.
I longed for a love pure as driven snow
and fresh as spring 'ere Youth's brief joys succumb;
but a love never transpired; and, although
denied, I carried on to life's autumn.
A maid, princess, or queen have I never
loved or with an ardent nymph passion-proved
lust's all-consuming fire; deprived forever,
I disavowed former hopes for a beloved.
So, thenceforth unblemished and innocent,
without sin and virtuous from west to east,
I surrendered my youth's prurient bent
and forswore my lusts to dwell as a priest.
Now old and bootless, I ne'er knew desire;
or pierced the flower of a maid on fire.
With Ma Lil Nude Dill
one bilabial fricative smacking
tongue thrusting (lizard like)
indefatigable prelapsarian
Garden of Eden dwelling primate
doth pine with two lipped treating zest
for Eve fun juiced a tasty droplet, wrest
ting kitty meowing Mz er loo,
sans verboten fruit Yukon die vest
via jump starting
a hovering damn
electric kool aid acid test
Hair and there, a bare naked lady attired
in her birthday suit, the sexiest
plump bosom roseate
sear suckered nipples trickling milky nectar
when casting shadowed umbra at rest
thirsting, unleashing, vaunting,
et cetera viz prurient quest,
whereby this rambunctious
horny bull lever severely oppressed
condemned with life sentence
of penile solitude, nest
souled (sorely testing
agonizing Victorian modest
tee primly and properly
tortures carnal temptation lest
surrendering syllabus "C" ) even jest
a jot, cuz tis pure torture restraining
feral, hormonal, integral hankering
to stoke libido at Parochialism be hest
thus, aye feel unfairly deprived,
no hello kitty will be guest
unsure how helpful "getting off my chest"
works thee unnatural tethered
sexual suppression, perhaps best
left unmentioned, encumbered
with jiggly, flabby droopy breast
works, and unwanted love handles
state of reined swiftly tailored
harried stylishly groomed
FitBit bridled uncertainty I attest.
Suck and lick my delicious fiction,
I’m lecherous taste the distinction;
A story you’ve wanted to be real,
now before the writer you will kneel;
The chapter filled with hanky-panky
describing a skimpy lace panty?
I know that vision is honey dipped,
it’s such a prurient manuscript;
Keep my fantasy by your bedside,
wanton desire you simply can’t hide;
On every page my hunger has dripped
not a single detail has been skipped;
Let your eyes devour lines greedily
I’m giving voyeurs a glimpse of me;
A scene readers are welcome to steal,
I know you long to feel what I feel;
Baby, help me write the description,
suck and lick my delicious fiction.
seminal squirt didst sanctify
an anonymous boulder
when mercury dipped below
hashtag mark registering colder
than usual temperatures circa
winter of year 2000 in proximity
to the sacred chapel
at Valley Forge, Pennsylvania
(house zing carillon player)
rifling thru manilla folder
first inn search of apropos
mailer daemon organ muse sic,
thence finely pitted secretly riddled with holes
encoded sheet threaded thru bell jar contrivance
sans, handy dandy mechanical holder
to accompany prurient powerful phallic pang
bubbling (like the dick kens), and didst smolder
especially, cuz a free ranging
NON GMO, puss in boots
hello kitty sauntered
(emanating pheromone heat
hand dill lee pronouncing feral passe faux foots),
dripping, seething with hormonal secretion
uttered via vow welled roots
gluten and monosodiumglutinate free pussy
hapt tabby on the prowl ready
for par laid view penile piqued Saint Peter
to enter heavenly labial shoots
rather than suffer frost bite
the above mew wing tigress attempted
to keep toasty warm
('thou minuscule tunnel
lacked add dick quit light)
prickly endowment fired
raging testosterone
with braggadocio, brio, bravura and might
owing pretentiously pusillanimous feline
fur reed black as night
hood hit attempt to cap cha moxie orgasmic
thus ensuing a mutually satisfactory plight
until a park ranger back his utility truck
than gregarious, felicitous, erogenous
then quick as greased lightening
horny creatures disappeared out ta sight.
Form:
WE ARE TOGETHER
She was my lovable student
twelve years younger than me,
considered me most prudent
adviser and guide in her periphery.
She left college in mid-career.
After fifteen years I met her again
as devoted wife, dutiful home-maker
and loving Mom of two children.
Suddenly she discovered her husband,
as cheat, liar and betrayer,
involved in another relationship and
always misbehaving and abusing her.
Completely shattered, she burst in tears,
asking my help as her only mentor.
What to do? Where to go? She was in fear.
She put me in position of her rescuer.
How could I explain to my student?
Five years back me too faced same trauma,
finding my husband as prurient
felt ashamed apprehending social stigma.
Made her convinced, ’Discard, make a surgery
to separate malignant wound from life.
Not to indulge emotion, but to act on bravery.
Tears are not solution in this contempt and strife.
We are strong getting together,
being birds of same feather.
03/19/18
'Together We are Strong' Contest by Silent One
First Place
the (better late than never)
free admission confession, exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
treasured untold shenanigans of Santa,
his elves and reindeer discovered only
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the Motley Crue
tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed,
which crawl space required me to hunker
sound (cloud) proof bunker
while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby *****
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal,
whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendants,
Smoky and the bandits respectively,
magically, and handily did appear
and despite one hundred percent bug-free,
a whispered stance opted just to make sure
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency
describing clandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer
(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert),
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)
a rave party with orgiastic
sex, drugs and rock and roll
that a band-aided elf(ves)
laced with Pepper Minstix
(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when aliasing Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting cocaine
codenamed Alabaster Snowball, while additionally
besmirching her virginity via coital cavorting
amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied
with feverish boogie woogie flu
which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky Gangnam style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and sex offenders if not worse.