Long Whorish Poems

The past can’t tell the future; I'd almost forgotten this,
The past six years had brought me higher yields than average,
Though expectations soared, now nada, nothing, zilch.
Our wheat fields decimated from the lack of rain.
And those...

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Filthy and foul I found you, 
garnished in grime, 
drenched in dust,
polluted in your own putrid blood,
orphaned, alone, helpless.
Pity overtook me to love, 
to cleanse you of your stench, 
to let you live.

As you came...

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Crazy lady with model outfits – what now? You’ll see in a moment *hint* she’s a taker, not a giver ~!
Hah! She’s straight-out self-confident – I must laugh my pants off! What does she have...

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       In the still of the night, 
spectro-gramming the hot utter of air,
filtered by laser strainer-
it has become a scale for judgment scaled by tier
a black hole of sin...

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"Dissection of the Ass Whooping"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Congratulations to you for winning the election
But when you campaign for this ass whooping, you hate the win section
My foot strikes cerebrals of people so they turn...

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I reached into the depth...
But could not withdraw  Excalibur from the stone.
Yet I knew I was the one.
Why else my 'Grail Vision' in the sun?
The depths call me to reach further still.
And Mary's eyes...

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As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more urinary;
And as cloudiness, not of mind, but of that which...

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This bowl is no longer mine,

was never so,  

Let it go. 

well worn before the oath,

A gift that despised the guardian, 

Presented freely without a dowry in May. 

tainted, and abandoned. 
  
used,...

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She could be ----

   whatever she wanted to be.....

Cause the seas mighty with storm

   to scorn the shores of whorish men,

   and descend them to depths forlorn,

  ...

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Cackle like hens
 might the fox
 find you
he spoke. 
that those who
feedest thee sowest not
but sprinkle grains to fatten
might the fox
spoil the harvest
there labors shall be in vain!



Nyx raised stranger people
with the teachings of the...

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Is There No Shame?

Watching as people go by is a joy I find
People, so many, of such different kind
Yet, over the years as time has past
Shame dissolves as morals die fast

Seduction has become a present...

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"Parvati and Oxum" or "The Last of Us"
is the concern of a whorish woman
who grew up with five brothers 
and five sisters. Her father and mother bought an Old
barn and made into a home ,"and...

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Self-certainty is sweet like sugar (drug of choice for ‘human race’),
its bloated, fake-blond, cotton logic, never does reveal its face.
Masks lure men to their death, use phantom sensuality to dupe.
The ‘ship of state’ gets smashed...

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Yes, certainty is sweet like sugar (drug of choice for 'human race'), 
its bloated, fake-blond, cotton logic, never does reveal its face.
Masks lure men to their death, use whorish sensuality to dupe.
The 'ship of state'...

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It so happen,
The hungry whale in hearty amity,
with an invisible scowl and a dreadful leer.   
Led him to the gallows.

blackened by whorish adventurous traverse on many beds, 
with mascara concealed the treacherous venom...

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Juice had a call that carried to the outer limits of the next galaxy.
We all thought he was a tad bit touched in his pure ecstasy. 
I think he seems more orange today, said a...

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"When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument."

C.S. Forester's "The African Queen”

MOTHER
(A MUTTERING)

My sweetheart gin is cast.
I stare at her reflective glass.
Like a crystal ball...

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                Shadows hiss_per, of secret, 
buildup-congealed,
no longer trapped within curiosity's seals.
Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested,
on the rocks and hard-placed
reveal of...

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Grace Paces in four faces
…………………..
Graces in four faces 
of trinity, three paces
 living in life races
a lion, a calf, a man, an eagle
A flying eagle…
complete and legal 

Ah….Loves grace intervene…
by and by one shall wean
of...

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An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept! 

Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double...

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REMEMBER 
          My love.                    Find your strength,...

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I can remember vividly those restless horrid years
Of restless days, vauntful nights
Having to fight of diseased demons
And their wicked semen
Haunting dreary days of darkness
I'm trapped down in some man's hole
Strickened by sickness of some sort
Sickness...

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Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive  garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,  
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man. 
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with...

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Sorplaisitese was his name
he was moderatly poor
and happy. He had aweful luck
with woman. So he thought.
One day he meet one of his
former female freinds
and became wise
to plots against him.
He learned his family members
would corner his...

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Secret seductive mainstream manipulation
Grandparents hand me downs to a crippled generation.
And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?
This is not a game.
The reality created for you 
That is...

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