Lubricated Poems | Examples

You can’t say that dad!

They say my dad’s humor is dry,
but after some pints by and by,
he gets lubricated
and jokes unabated
says things make you wish you could die!

Register Call

A skeletal smirk at the school door -
the greeter-teacher; 50 years later,
I feel his gimlet eyes at my back,
that leer is now plugged with dirt,
yet it can still be traced in the brown water stains
of mottled toilet walls.

A female slave-unit named ‘Miss,’
She never did speak directly to a kid,
only through the thin lips of her personal intimidator,
a third level teacher who lubricated nerve endings.

I am ‘put right’ by a serial wrongdoer
with a goose steeping gait,
his guppy mouth is a blubbery hellhole.
Next, 
a second-tier maniac with a penchant for angry rhetoric,
his large hands flay like windsails as they
slap books and heads.

A last Piscean reflection,
a teach sporting a fish-head grin
as he opens a school exit door for me
while I gladly leave forever.

They would all hate to be in a poem like this
so tightly packed together
like oily sardines choking on the phlegm 
of what they could have aspired to,
could have been.

Stuck in My Gut - Gross Limericks

My boyfriend was agitated
Because I was constipated
We'd be late for the game
Of course I was to blame
My butt hole's not dialated

On and on he whined and waited
Use of laxatives, debated
In my gut it was stuck
I could smell it... oh yuck
Boyfriend getting more frustrated

I could hear the game on the phone
I said, "Go. Just leave me alone!"
But he didn't hear me
His team was up by three
Stomach hurt, I let out a moan

Half hour later, he was snoring
I guess the game must be boring
I still sat on the can
Cursing my boyfriend, Dan
Who was no longer adoring.

After being lubricated
I sighed at being elated
Although my butt was sore
I had to poop no more
My bowels had been vacated

I found Dan's note and shook my head
"I had to poop, so went home instead
of waiting for you, Sue.
After this, we are through!"
That's exactly what his note said.

I felt relief, more ways than one
Happy that Dan and I were done
Now I can be alone
When sitting on my throne
No one shouting, "Hurry up, Hun!!"

Lucid Lap Dance

Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
     Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
     Relic compiling spotlight show seduction 
     Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher 

     
     Adapted lady adorns princely throne 
     Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
     Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan 
     Imbibing cover only, for information dreads


     Mould folded within her novel costume
     Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
     Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu 
     Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
     

     
     
            -   Fifth September 
             Fabricating Sculptor

He Will Duplicate

Held to expectation cast by citizens
Mirror assures return of gilded grins
Ballroom brag pats his back
Dancer has handshakes lubricated
Dignitaries' approval demonstrated

Slide through sludge of embellishing
Climbing supply sets steep trajectory
Chainmail armour can't crack
Schedule transferred into twenty four
Long clock pours hour numb typhoon

Two day growth rubs grey flat reflection
Ajar loss odds conjure slam of rejection
Glass heart arbiter fears attack
Campsite composed becomes complex
Company pivot competitively, sniff index

Windswept wolf is braced for coals' ignite
Empire pain laid relabeled, corporate heist
Exposed turgid slapped by lack
Asset confines his value crushed for cash
Worthless in combustion, a city collapsed


                  Identical colts interrupted
                  Bid for counterpart acclaim         
                  Business fortune corrupts
                  consecutive boys verbatim



                      21st February 
                  Tycoon's Forbode

Recurrent Sneezing Fit By Ma Chew Too

This thick mucous essentially 
the defense mechanism of a healthy 
body electric to restore biz zee nose 
as usual, which for this mild mannered 
liberal leitmotif from the chronicle of one 
matted nattering nabob of nativity attests 
congested mob functioning like 
a well lubricated machine, yet 
for the life of me, nary a handy dandy 
blues clues evident as per, how 
the human entity empowered 
to steamroll over 
any reasonably annoying bugaboo. 

Ah, now if only a similar innate 
defense mechanism arose 
within the mental health, 
that would be a supreme testament 
to thine atheistic tasty mints of miracles 
minus the attendant pharmacopeia 
of this, that or some other drug to aright 
skewered psyche (of this contemplative, 
emotive and intuitive literate outlier), 
whose sixty two plus eight shades 
of gray matter went awry and skewed 
toward tipping point (to cope with ordinary 
cares and concerns of an uncertain 
whirled wide web) found the bulk 
of his life riddled with a joe king, 
gun slinging tub back ha chew win, 
bard **** wordsmith, 
who doth newt like to utter any 
cryptographic crossword.

Giant Kaleidoscope

In these hard times, it's been a struggle to cope
Like I'm going down a never-ending slope
What shall I do? Must I sit here and mope
I feel like I'm trapped in a giant kaleidoscope 

My mind is trippin’ like I took some dope
Most bizarre is, I'm tippin on a tightrope
That has been lubricated with liquid soap
I saw a green man that wanted to elope

I came to my senses and just said nope
Now I'm trying with all I am; to cling to hope

Sleep

Another roll-over-in-bed poem
A nose blow and a wide yawn separates a lubricated **** scene from a gravelly scripture. In that gap, the harlot’s far from the screen. 
My blade’s lacquer reveals the blood of my nightmares. Evasive mirrors hide the sum of my white hairs. The mucus of the acetic isn’t enough to stir up lust for a ghost, so I scroll for a post that soothes me the most.
When they let me in the garden, I don’t bite the apple; the yoni is worshipful.
It’s buried in the pit, and excavated in the chambers.
It is massaged. It is kissed. It is suckled. I return to sleep.

Thickly Impend

Adventure begins at Eventfull_Tide.
A place that destiny becomes, 
  excited in power that chooses to reside 
      electric-marrowed,- bare in the bones.
            The hourglass stops,- measuring
the interim annexations.
Prime is back again.
            Where the waves of the substantial 
           seduce over the cosmic sands.
Open to possibility all frequency bands.
Become:
           Nerve endings, lick-coated swollen
Oathed.
     Given the sustenance that drips
                    down, polished, adorned.
          Totem-Statute -borne-_-born-
                                    The source is all and all.
     Liquid is the quiet in freefall.
Thick and effortless.
        Lubricated by the surge of mindsilver.
The uninitiated- moonlighting a
witness through whispered- 
           association of secret lever.
   The Great Pond ripples of something 
  impending, flowing.-
         In the silver mirror of the knowing.-
             The silky smooth ultra wet 
             welcoming of significance.
  Arouse the fogs of ceremony-
  the mists of the extraordinary-
  are awakened after a long slumber.
  To remind once again of something more.

The Octopi Jars

The Octopi Jars
by Michael R. Burch

Long-vacant eyes
now lodged in clear glass,
a-swim with pale arms
as delicate as angels'...

you are beyond all hope
of salvage now...
and yet I would pause,
no fear!,
to once touch
your arcane beaks...

I, more alien than you
to this imprismed world,
notice, most of all,
the scratches on the inside surfaces
of your hermetic cells...

and I remember documentaries
of albino Houdinis
slipping like wraiths
over the walls of shipboard aquariums,
slipping down decks'
brine-lubricated planks,
spilling jubilantly into the dark sea,
parachuting through clouds of pallid ammonia...

and I know now in life you were unlike me:
your imprisonment was never voluntary.

Originally published by Triplopia and The Poetic Musings of Sam Hudson. Keywords/Tags: Octopus, Octopi, Medusa, Sea Angel, Angel, Angels, Nature, Sea, Ocean, Aquarium, Aliens, Imprisonment, Prison, Boat, Ship, Ships, Shipwreck, Animal

Voluptuous Vibrations

The melodic motions resonate, 
as the embryonic evulsions ovulate
Sensuous symphonies create, 
thrusting the White Knights to migrate
Reverberating echoes of ecstasy, 
within chimes of chemistry
Upon procreation of pleasantry, 
rituals oscillating rhapsody…

Of the erotic erections elated, 
through meretricious minds have mated
Vestal visions have consummated, 
of the seductive streams lubricated
Amidst sonic ringing of celestial spheres 
the arousing of titillating tears
Penetrating promiscuous pioneers,
lasting libidinous music to my ears.





Feb.13.2019
Music to my Ears 
Sponsored by: Silent One


Placed 1'st...Thank You

Carbuncle Unbidden and Unwelcome

Wounds drained, opened, ingrained, rained, sprained, trained
In the midst of a family loss
Recriminations canned, fanned, planned, tanned
To fight the brute boss

Dressed up as justice cause
Disguised as implementation of lopsided justice
Pursued to discredit the family rose
Oppressed in the sluice

Where survival sap flows
In a bid to catalyze vitality
Where Providence fluid blows
The breath of consolidation and maturity

Grown in decades
In a lubricated life
Ought to celebrate serenades
That from each member recognizes contributions made by the wife

As mother, family front fulcrum, the linchpin
Whose love the family unites
In her role as family queen
Whose care ignites, delights and invites

Family unity, amity, affability and agility
Family loft and love
Family stability, serenity and sagacity
In a family born, built and blessed from above

To bless dad, mom and children
With ever growing faith
Ever strengthening bonds with brethren
In a dearth

Of gangrene gifts and ribald rifts
The family veers away from
In twists and mists
The family considers unbidden and unwelcome.

I Bought An I-Bot

I Bought an i-Bot


My mechanical mistress came in today
Within a bicornuous box a robotic risqué

She wore a blue dress a delicious display
We danced in the moonlight a starlit sway

She kept me warm through the naked night
After disingenuous dreams, I find her upright

‘Would you like breakfast in bed noble knight?’
Yes, my lubricated lady, I’ll have eggs in white

I brought her downtown to the city’s fun fair
We got double takes as people began to stare

I noticed the wind did not lift her hydraulic hair
Maybe I had made a metal mistake buyer beware

Looking at her eyes I asked her if she had a soul
‘No silly... I’m a Celluloid X-1 Bot in cruise control’

My thoughts soon dropped through the manhole
I then decided to park my Bot at the fair and stroll.





April.13.2018
Bring to life 
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton

Childhood Scents

In laundered lilac linen I lounged half awake
What would this sumptuous Saturday share
Would gregarious grandmother graciously bake
Although the wicked waft of her cakes was hard to compare
I was silently salivating for her chicken fricassee fare

The farm freshest fricassee demanded a certain hen
accompanied by green gardens greatest of variety vegetable
sauteed snips of mint, garlic, and onion, Amen
Wafted walnut savory sauce anticipating the set table
Secret sprinkle cayenne pepper activating heat is enabled

When plated these lusciously lubricated white slices
Of soft succulent hen atop fresh potato mash 
Stunningly Swimming alongside  fresh vegetable dices
When your tongue tip tastes there's an instant flash
Of cherished childhood flavored food, a true saliva splash

Poetry Portfolio--The Jelly of Me

Jelly incorporates my inner self
Lips concealed with the petroleum
The lid covers my insecure body
Where it’s clear to see me used
Stamped to show the year I would die
If allowed to exist, I might not be as strong
Along the time beyond
And seeing through me
Isn’t as easy as it once was
I carry secrets within my belly
Of jelly once lubricated on her lips

Russell Sivey

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