My home
Has a low-rise skies_
Three glazed green stars lived in.
The sun laughs at the flanks,
The wind hits wherever wants-
Transparent as water,
Solid as a mountain,
The lavenders smell, plays within.
From the mouths of windows,
Grunts September, chants,
As a melodious tune
My home
Which I coloured by my hands,
Happily holds me, as if I slept
In the heart of a dove
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Following her all the way
a short top with low-rise jeans
and guessing her vital stats
feast of eyes indeed.
All women are beautiful
when I see them from back side,
opens up my fantasies
those swaying shaped hips.
The rhythm is enticing
gradually turns me on,
destination forgotten
I just follow her.
And guessing her vital stats
an exciting game for me,
thirty six--twenty--thirty.....
may be six or eight....
© 2012
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Placement: 4th; (Feb. 2012)
Contest:Sexy
By:kash Poet
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
KUBLA KHAN
“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round.”
But Kub forgot to apply for a planning and building permit
And it contravened the zoning ordinance’s remit.
The fire and safety guys said it was too big, and didn’t approve
The use of ice. They said in warm weather it will move.
The environmental lobby was up in arms at the waste of fertile land.
The river authority objected on pollution grounds: it was banned
So the “Dome” had to be scaled back in size
To about one tenth the original design unwise;
And had to be built of safer materials, low rise;
And located on infertile ground with no impact on water supplies.
It was finally erected on a brownfield site of disused steelmills in Pittsburg, a box
Measuring about 50 by 100 feet, and built out of concrete blocks.
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Note
Samuel Coleridge is probably rolling in his grave right now
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~HAIKU RESERVATION~
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___hello kitty___
pretty and stylish
clean sassy paw print shower
purr-fect flower smell
*****
__sea of stupidity___
life without reason
beauty vanished common sense
follow the leader
*****
___city dreams___
low rise grey sunrise
dusty wind music terror
crystal clear sunset.
*****
___brain storming___
business in the sky
thirst engraved in my sand wall
wishing well compel
*****
___live bait___
catch me if you can
deep under salty water
aquatic spew smell
*****
___turtle wax___
twisted fresh smell
beautiful shine in the sun
clear crystal rain X
*****
___lonely and apart___
an empty kettle
fall like a flower petal
wet window ledge
*****
___ Margarita Time__
stainless creation
blizzard form from tornado
cold temptations
*****
___ withdrawals ___
clouds hide down below
my heart, my body, my soul
a certain form lost
*****
by;p.d.
Distances separate tomorrow, today bother why?
City streets and shops, neon lights and mall crops,
highways and cars, cafe frappe and chocolate bars,
low rise denims to woo, funky earrings and chic shoes,
blackberry and fruit cherry, discos and bows,
their jazzy tops, my weekly flops,
their silence and my chop- chops,
trashed and caught up why?
foreign soil, a stranger tomorrow, today bother why?
Dreams manipulate tomorrow, today bother why?
Look down and frown, from where is this clown?
Hello friend, which town?
Why wear grandma's gown?
break limitations friend, come down,
eye to eye, away from money's sound,
Goodbye friend, different sky , distance noun,
overlook me friend, anticipate why?
Different people, views and news tomorrow, today regret why?
I hit the dance floor looking for a chick that knows how to dance though.
Can shake it to the Lil Jon gone off a lil don but still can dance slow.
Move her hips to the beat, lips real sweet, watching them low rise thighs
hypnotize’n C.
Dip’n it low to the floor entice’n me.
Cutie wit the bootie, a knock out like Tyson hit me.
We dance’n till the song change, I saw the draws on this tall dame, chameleon thong
and her bra change.
She whispered in my ear, listen real clear I came wit my girls I’m tryin to get
outta here.
I said that’s cool and I here you loud and clear, you real foxy brown like Ms. Pam
Grier.
She said that she’ll top me down, let me dock my boat in her pier.
She moves her body well; Man, me and the mourning gotta to see her.
Victim of her love spell, telling me Vicky’s secret that she holds so dear.
She got me hype like right boo let’s leave the club.
She like alright might have to show you was up.
I told her I aint a man of words but I’m bout a lot of action.
Told me to be a man of my word and she hopes that I’m packin
I showed her my size 14, and she said whus crackin
She grabbed my package, jumped back and said lets make it happen
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