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most instances when i initially seat
myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
an unspecified number hours elapse
before that eureka i.e. Jackie Oh
revelation transpires
witnessing, this scruffy, prickly,
and madly scratching itchy hairs
dotting chinny chin chin of this hobo
hook huns hitters hymns elf
tubby a generic home
er run (hitting) mill
(on the floss sing false teeth)
common everyday fluky,
nippy, nap noopy Joe,
whence upon gestation ova hen chic idea
(Egg heads, merely
scrambled random thought fragments
at that stage) scrunching brow
activates laser focus,
a scattershot burst of tangential thread populate
formerly barren tabula rasa,
sans, Lenovo external screen
once again defying (tomb me
akin to some eternal mystery),
trucked since time immemorial
inexplicable, that sudden ignition
asper cerebral automatic
catalytic converter kickstarter
(hmm...perhaps cogs and gears
housed within medulla oblongata)
foster fecund fertilization,
an inexplicable phenomena,
I dune hot know
explanation, but upon advent
whence, wispy vague undefinable inchoate
coalesce analogous to genesis of animal new life
when there appears just the merest hint
of fledgling wispy notions strive similar
to sperm cells
fervently whipsawing vis a vis,
via flagellation motility misfits
and false starts before this crotchety scribe
mollycoddles crux of embryonic idea
congeals, expresses, and forms
grandiose manifest destiny
mentioned above i.e. Ho
Lee Judas Priest remaining catharsis
seems like a versatile
self determining tour de force
whereat fingers of the lefthand
move of their own volition spilling forth poe
whet tree once expended leaves (of grass)
finds me Walt sing whit man nigh hick cull
tickled pink with a soft after glow.
Behold! The beauty of a Beholder!
Sheltered from this world by a boulder
I'm tickled & pink to be her first and last
Sexiest girl in the world; smart, honest, and with class
Beautiful body and beautiful mind
My beautiful rhythm to my beautiful rhyme
Steady racing pace to my beating heart
She's finally here now ~ I don't ever want to be apart
Sinister ending to my seductive life
Finally I found her ~ my beautiful wife
Touching & tender my fingertips across her skin
Finally I found my Halo ~ I finally win!
Our bodies lying naked and intertwined
The places my fingers across your body find
The tiny curves that make up your angelic form
Are bubbling and creating inside of me a storm
A storm of Queen and the ways you need
Let me open your lungs and finally allow you to breathe
If I was a dandelion
You’d blow me away
To the land of Zion
Where love is faith
We would be a bible story
Of purple passion God’s grace
Enlightened by green glory
Morality in tact and silver safe
You’d be revered red royalty
I’d be blessed and tickled pink
To be in your lifetime you king or queen
Would have humble heart of peasantry
If I was a happy song
I’d be all about you
Birds would sing along
For your love is the truth
I’d take mini vacations
In my mind and you’d know
My great indigo infatuation
In time could grow us close
I must be a lavender lady
Though I’d rather be lady bug
To fly to you half crazy
Doting on you in love
Oh the way I would flutter
My wings and dream of you
If I could talk and not stutter
I’d confess I’m a mess for you
As a bouncing baby boy
syne of tragic travails in the offing tolled
courtesy analogous bell think Pavlov's employ;
yours truly me mama's apron strings rolled
secure around stubby fingers brought joy
created and garnered webbed wold
between she who helped beget me thru ploy
constituting biological reproduction.
Peter Pan syndrome
not recognized as bonafide diagnosis
encapsulates mein kampf and hard times,
whereby mine childhood's end
dreaded, linkedin and thwarted adulthood
courtesy Anorexia nervosa
(long before said illness
the popular rage
during roaring (2000) twenties
mainly among females)
as feeble attempt to avoid
transitioning into manhood
evidenced today upon
cusp of twilight (zone) years,
when dark shadows (albeit psychological)
metaphorically house these lovely bones
id est twenty first century caveman
with stunted body, mind and spirit.
I feel invisibly chained
to mine early days of yore,
an idealized stage since nostalgia tore
at short lived mettlesome breastplate
activating devastating - festering civil war
leaving seeds of potential emasculation
these approximate three score
years since exiting birth canal,
when both parents in their prime
tickled pink and enthralled
with choice of lifelong paramour.
Renee Cardone therapist
associated with SpringFord school district
doxyme portal allows, enables,
and provides telemedicine
cited how I, a long haired
pencil necked geek aging baby boomer
essentially lives marginal existence
self, constricted, hobbled, quarantined...
since... majority of half dozen plus decades
brought forth upon terrestrial firmament
circumscribing outer limits,
when on January 13th, 19xx
one strong contraction
I ain't kidding ousted
future adverbial, he/him one wily wordsmith
makes period dick exclamation,
viz noun sensible, proverbial...,
who dangled me like a participle,
(hence obstetrician put the scare
of wuthering heights
within yours truly)
well seasoned whippersnapper,
who frolicked in summer re:
amidst the purple rain.
Helpful Luca always has my best interest in mind
Upon arriving home, her eyes quickly blink three times
while she guages my mood
Her greeting exceedingly polite
Accordingly celebrating, commiserating, sitting
Siliconey arms casually yet awkwardly snake
my back while we stream shows, her laughter
Spurred before mine - bot not missing a beat!
Her complex woven circuitry shoulders leaned
firmly against me, replicating my body language
Remaining stiff, a bit stand offish
until I'd finished my third beer
"Colt I missed you today," her whirring neck barely audible
turning to me with disastrously pool dark eyes
Her nimble tickled pink shell fingernailded hands
went one to the back of my nack, one to inner thigh
"Jeez, I mistcha, Lewks," my reply delayed on exhale
Almost as reflex as a human smile,
her face reads complete dedication
Chocolatey melty eyes arched in peachy supple cheeks
Rythemically slow motion pulputations of my thighs
combined with her traced hand down her chest, unbutton
her stretchy top, taut across bold shark nose shaped chest
Slight drop as she opens her cotton front latch bra
She knows I'm engrossed
Pronounced nubs poke my chest as she climbs on top
My lap, belt buckle she deftly unlatched already
I can't thank the engineers for her series enough
Provoking paddle stroke tongue easily enters my mouth
Traces and chases, moisture released from her adept organ
Hands clutch her lustrous hair, cascades not falling out
My tonge becomes numb as she sucks intently
Luca is lewd when she needs to be
Divinely a lady when we're not engaged
There's absolutely no way I could get involved
with a contankerous, unpleasant butt human ever
4th September 2020
From some week
Nauseous I feel
Last month my period also ceased
I'd gone to Doctor
"You are preggy"
She congratulated me.
A sweet smile ran through my lips
Oh! I was tickled pink
But wait..
Is it any pleasantary?
I'm preggy? So funny it is.
I'm just seventeen
Having no boyfriend
Or any such relationship
Again, she checked
But this time, she was amazed
She ascertained my virginity
Also assured my pregnancy
Spiralled up from blank theory
She culminated "Miracle in my uterine cavity "
I went to the library
turned the pages of biology
Found the term Parthenogenesis
A process in which
Female egg converted into offspring
Without fertilizing it
But this was never seen in human
Maybe I'm the first one -I fathomed
It means I lost virginity in my brain
Which induces the secretion of hormone
& thus all other events made
But with whom? When? & Where?
Suddenly I saw my dreammachine
& everything got clear
That I purchased from the science fair
In which I uploaded, pics of shri Krishn
With whom I spent, my all nights in the Dream
Biologists regarded this
As Super parthenogenesis
After some months or more
I gave birth to a demigod
& my virtual husband is my lord
15March 2018
Poetry contest "Science Fiction"
Sponsored by "Deborah Guenther Beachboard"
The complexities of life colours our world
We are taken on a long and sometimes complicated journey
Like being on a roller coaster where there are many twists and turns
No day is ever the same - it can be a smooth or a bumpy ride
Thankfully we don’t know how and when it will end
We can wake up feeling sad and blue
Feel down and depressed on a grey day
If we are jealous we can be green with envy
Be described as yellow if we act with cowardice
See red when we are angry
Feel tickled pink or be in the pink when we are happy
Fall into a dark black mood
See everything in black and white
Say someone has a heart of gold
Look to the sky seek a cloud with a silver lining
We need to hang on to precious golden memories
None of us knows what fate has in store for us
May the colourful ribbons in our life be intertwined
The good days out-numbering the bad
Lots of happy colourful ones rather than sad
01~30~15
Contest: Life is like a Maypole – Seren Roberts
~awarded 2nd place~
Teddy looked sad, forlorn cold and bare
Sat on the bed with nothing to wear
So aunty got out her knitting pins
To knit Teddy some warm cosy things.
First came a jumper in shades of blue
Then some trousers, the same colour too
Also a scarf, a hat and some mitts
To please Pip, her young nephew that is.
Aunty knitted all day and all night
To please her Pip in the morning light
And to delight his Teddy bear too
They mean the world to her do those two.
Teddy looked dapper in his outfit
Pip was thrilled and gave aunty a kiss
Teddy thanked her with a cheeky wink
Aunty blushed, but she was tickled pink.
Colors will always make my life happier,
They also make my whole world brighter
What if there’s no color?
I think, I’ve no life galore
And I cannot make myself much prettier.
So, I’ve got a more fantastic idea,
To show everyone my color-mania
For Monday Luck, I wear red
From my feet to my head
Like a dragon of New Year in China.
Then comes the next day, it’s Tuesday
Keeping aura, I’ve color of sun ray
Yellow dress and jewelries,
They say, I’ve hepatitis
But, I don’t care no matter what they say.
Then comes the third day of the week,
More work are done making me weak
To conceal my exhaustion
Green color shows pretention
That my life and vigor are still at peak.
Thursday comes so perfectly great,
I wear purple , also my favorite
Purple fingernails and lips,
Its on me up to the tips
And I get smiles from whoever I meet.
Friday, the last day of my office work,
On this day, rainbow color over perk
I use multi-colored things,
Feeling of joy they’ll bring
No one says I carry myself like a quirk.
Saturday and Sunday are weekends,
Still, work and activities never end
Two days, I’ll be all in pink
People see me can’t wink
Tickled pink that I look so young my friend.
Sept. 22, 2012
First Place
Contest: Colors
Judged: 10/15/2013
Sponsor: Poetess Skat
Amid the sexy lingerie
The bride-to-be received,
There was a garment out of place,
Or so some folks believed.
It was a housedress from the past,
A little drab and faded,
In which the grandma of the bride
Once through her house paraded.
That grandma is no longer here,
But spoke up through that dress.
Her daughter and her grandchild
Felt her kvelling,** I would guess.
And though that shapeless schmatte*
Wasn’t bridal-like to wear,
It let us know that Grandma Ida
Had a presence there.
I love when past and present
Are connected with a link;
That housedress did its job and Ida
Would be tickled pink.
*an old piece of clothing or material
**bursting with joy and bragging about it