Long Vulva Poems

There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain peaks

1's and 0's
blushing co-binaries 
of upright monotheistic YangPower
never
ever yielding to...

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What can a bewildered brotha’ say,
it happens every unnatural day
Sunshine is labeled as shade,
crystal clear is called opaque fade

Did I make a left turn 
into the wrong dimension?
Now I’m seeing curvaceous things
that Nana never mentioned
Me...

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In the funky train,
 All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
 As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
 The law has nothing to handcuff, 
  
 Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
 A frantic dance of...

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This place, this time, this way
Oh, that place
It’s just where one feed the wind.
Walking to the river
The lover girl with eyes and heart in center
Her body with smoke and desire
Goes to find one place where...

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I need your ultra desperation
your ultra conflagration of love making exhilaration,
I want your ultra shout and pout
give me your slap attack
the amber of your abuse, the saffron of your emotions,
I crave the playful plenitude of...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirteen

Oh! Woe! Woe! On pubic islet the dirty deed’s done
Bloodied needle leaves stain the Zen-rock cobbled garden
The derelict torn womb spills seminal fluids on the ground
Fallopian tubes shredded...

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From within - all life come to light . 
THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE

Before the womb of Mother Nature, stands 
two offspring's, feeding off her old life's hands
One day, a long way down the road...

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i

when the sun is erotic
and the moon lyric
the winds turn tempestuous
in the orbit of love
legs slide by calls of nature

ii

you and I alive
in cold winter night feeling
warmth of your body
through erect nipples
after days of abstinence

iii

before...

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THE WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE

Before the womb of Mother Nature, stands
two offspring's, feeding off her old life's hands

One day, a long way down the road of time's passing
they will stand tall before the memory of...

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Behind high Walls 
When I opened the door to my cabin was met with a summer day 
that felt like a lingering kiss by the love that will one day say goodbye.
Sneeze and make a...

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A love story without your happiness is a hoax
a night without me is like a lion chased by the fox.
Tender and shy, your soul is younger than nineteen
I’ve won your heart, it’s time to open...

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Now my hands buried
In my pant, my hair all mated
Resting on my warm:
In the back of my head
"The vulva is an altar, and the pubic hairs are the flames upon the altar."(quote)
resting on my warm...was...

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Idle Thoughts 


 When I write of a rose should 
I add the adjective beautiful
I have never seen an ugly rose. Therefore, all roses are stunning
But we can argue about whether we like red or...

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Timeless island woman,
I am the daughter
of the sons of Mil.
I am Badb, Derdriu, and
Medb queen of Connacht
dancing in our fertility festivals'
flickering firelight.

I watch my warrior go
naked into battle
with sandals on his feet,
the torc I wove...

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COUGHING COFFEE BEANS NEXT TO BOOKS

DID you see that girl in the corner?   Next to the books and coffee beans?  Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages...

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The Female Migrant
A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten
Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life 
into her and he was no longer alone. 
Bought her sexy underwear skirt and...

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THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say: 

"I don't care -- I(can't
)won't so go away go away
--> so i am he has you 
are we and we are together:
see how...

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L'Origine du monde
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Spoon and smacks, a sweet screw and strap,
Skank cucumbers, sugar's hammer bed;
The donut hotdog, sausage swing to lap,
A slide of neck, a drum of meat and head.
Fur, nipples, pickles, bear, and bull do juice,
The twine,...

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Spoon and smacks, a sweet screw and strap,
Skank cucumbers, sugar's hammer bed;
The donut hotdog, sausage swing to lap,
A slide of neck, a drum of meat and head.
Fur, nipples, pickles, bear, and bull do juice,
The twine,...

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A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples
first, then bites and nibbles...

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