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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.
For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity
When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species
You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole
Your way of life
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment
I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them.
The effort to turn back the clock,
Has gained some momentum recently.
Where those in judgement, decided against
Women, and their reproductive rights, indecently.
Now some may think that's enough . . . but nooo,
There is much more for the high court to review.
With a stated desire to look at same-sex marriage,
Even contraception, for a Christian nation to renew.
I'm afraid that this nation under God, is
Awfully fundamental to the rest of society.
While the church beckons its beliefs,
Harvesting all sorts of animus towards piety.
This cult-like orthodoxy has become twisted,
To the secular mainstream that's seen today.
Yet this minority has succeeded against a
Majority, leaving me to ask, What does that say?
Because this nation, under God, must include
Whatever God those choose to believe.
Since without that, God is diminished, and
Where freedom and tolerance are left to the naive.
Oceans of trees roll to the coastline
Clean white sails go soft on tiny boats
Blow on the waves of blue
From high up on jagged cliffs rough edge
Over the mountain view are seen
A blanket of pines waving us on
Laughter grows as we go to the valley
Fragile, brightly colored figures hold on
As the sun comes down from heaven
Blessing every flower petal with warmth
Reproductive powers within their reach
Focused on eternity at their center
As charming as they can be at birth
Spinning yellow birds dart through branches
Their songs echo down the mountain path
Give measured beauty in the company they keep
Inviting us to join the winds of life
To take a deep breath with God
And live happily ever after there
ah the magical mystique of the moon
celebrated in folklore and mythology
goading howling women
who can frighten werewolves
the waxing moon
associated with reproductive cycles
of women, marine animals and wild life
ensuring we are more loving
the waning moon
connecting the celestial with deeply sacred rhythms
affecting our moods, toying with our ups and downs
shaking up people who are bi-polar
the full moon
she has amassed a reputation
birth rates rising, increased crime and hospital visits
she winks at us, loving her power
the moon is ever changing
cyclical like every form of life
revolving over and over
refreshing and replenishing us at her whim.
Long In The Tooth Skeptic,...
Nonetheless Rooted With Gumption
Implicit virtue of humankind
figuratively locked horns with vice,
yet time and again this mortal celibate,
(not by choice) sexagenarian thrice
older father of deux priceless young
women chock full, sans esprit de corps
exude radiant ump pa vital to add spice
to an otherwise humdrum life,
begat by reproductive cells
smaller than a grain of rice,
yet whose exultant bloom, ah price
less bouquet far superior to any
treasure discovered within Nice
joyous reunion (torturing
mine psyche) finally won
after a hiatus, where four
Earth orbitz around sun
when last these myopic eyes
graced with amazing run
day view earlier,
this April 15th, 2019 pun
gent, (cuz visit with Shana Punim) one
thousand four hundred and sixty days,
that seemed more like a hun
dread bajillion quotidian tomorrows,
where continually fading poignant memories
from countless fleeting yesterday's done
got hermetically sealed bun
dolled into an irretrievable past smart
teary eyed floaters restored to this "sir"
after death do me part,
where memorable times at playgrounds
analogous to envisioning glory, heart
ache, cloistered blessedness
synonymous, asper once regal Acropolis,
and/or Parthenon, wherein
antiquity never did depart,
cuz during 21st century smattering,
viz artifacts retained preserved art!
Secularization of nature
begets secular demotion of sex
rewinds reminds reversing time
before Western therapists
of ego issues beget eco-healing medication
including secularizing meditation
into mind full of LeftBrain dominant
patriarchal capitalization,
commercially marketed commodification
of what were once more private worship services.
Reducing sexual cooperative co-investments
to merely natural reproductive lust
or untouched genital bust
is a LeftBrain reductive Nature v Spirit sin
against Holonic Animus Mundi,
EcoWomanist Yintegral Flow
of open nonverbal
bilateral ego/ecosystemic
co-empathic
co-binary Holonic Nature/Spirit
ego/eco-binding attachment feelings
Divine climaxing integrity
and humane humbling memories
of fully engaged authenticity
mirrored in our Yang/Yintegral reconnecting
remembering
re-imaging sexual activity
of sacred Muses
embodied music and rhythmic dance,
fractal
frictive
flowing sexuality.
Sexy
jazzy
gospel good authenticating news
could reduce secularizing
traumatic
reductive
estranged stress disorders,
negative pathology,
unhealthy lack of democratic synergy
spiritually re-natured energy
mindful sacred/secular
inductive/deductive integrity.
HUE-MAN©
Hues of shades
Man of race
Some pale some parched
Some pastel some poisoned,
A pastiche of a classic life-drama
All within this living matrix,
This untimely reign of droplets
Like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds
Cascading down from clouds
Formed with clay and dew
Cocooned in her safety sack,
Foundational on reproductive commands,
A genesis of the world,
Hue-man of different shades
Different visions
Venomous missions
Different stories:
Tragic, comic, epic. . .
So so pathetic
Variety of patterns
To choose from,
Race of spirited man,
Different rise and fall
But one purpose:
To reign and rule,
Multiply and replenish the sphere.
Hue-man of different sizes,
Some will prick you
Some will heal you
Some will stab you behind
Still will ask you facedly:
'Why are you bleeding?'
Hue-man of different choices
Though on an assignment...
An ambassador in the living galaxy.
Who will cross the line
In the race of shades
And of patterns?
God loves us enough
To give us freedom
To make our own choices
Because He isn't a dictator
But an image
And likeness of the Human.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2014
Liberal lovers
claim maternal rights
to reproductive powers of yes and no,
maybe and not yet lives.
While conservative haters
demand paternalistic rights
to purchase and bear deproductive automated powers of terminal wrong,
terrorizingly maybe and not yet deaths.
If this is our only viable choice,
between being a socialist
and being an anti-socialist,
a sociopath,
between being a lover
or a hater,
between acting with future regenerative hope
or degenerative malice,
then, for those committed to a healthy energy democracy,
for those constitutionally invested in prosperous well-being,
we can take no uncivil rest
until everyone freely chooses organic and fair communion
over deadly automated commerce,
narcissism,
cynicism,
greed,
fear and anger building hate,
absence of both natural and spiritual integrity.
I would not think
we would need a PhD in health care
environmental science
or divine arts and crafts
to see which leans closer
to full-score democratic resilience,
maybe and not yet quite polypathic resonance.
As par and parcel of being
alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
asper this healthy older guy
devoid of physical whim zee
unlike a inscrutable eunuch...so hi
there dear reader experienced
by this self contrived Zen
minded nonestablishmentarian outlier,
whose nonconformist yen
tries to steer clear of controversy,
heresy, prurient wen
unless one happened
to be eunuchized,
i.e. sexless as a cold oven,
but similar to generic men
this writerly hen
pecked husband dully
drumming, droning, and
dribbling as a lix spittle
aged chap housed within
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania bailiwick
though far less inclined
to whet ma lil atrophied dipstick
than some young buck
at the peak of his sexual prowess
every now and again viz,
aye feel a much slighter sensation
drubbing, crackling, and
buckling mine body electric
and attempt to record
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boldface and/or Italic
such infrequently occurring
fleeting Johnson magic
speculating why the
hoo ha regarding mystic
spell binding codas,
dogmas, and enigmas,
an integral component naturalistic
within the calculus of life,
when human species
(parenthetically), naturally, inherently,
and biologically opportunistic
akin to other organisms whose quixotic
antics allow NON GMO,
MSG, and gluten free,
and uncensored discussion
asper reproductive habits rhapsodic
with floral and/or faunal symphonic
emanations donning each their own
"NON FAKE" trumpeting
spectacular humbly modest
rubric, yet...universalistic
as being linkedin
within the cosmic whirled wide web.