Heard in so many situations,
when other words would suffice
(e.g., excuse me please)
tho' it's not a nice word
they're only trying to be nice
covering a multitude of sins
and every eventuality
accomplishing nothing nobody wins
without it and the obligatory
British cure-all cup of tea
as found in the board game
by Elizabeth J. Magie (1866 – 1948) Monopoly
somewhat similar to 'Hail Mary'
'Sorry!' seems to be
the perennial English card
to 'get out of jail free'
and if from the English language
the word from removal were to succumb
much if not most of the United Kingdom
would sadly be struck dumb
Oh ambrosial Aphrodite send me love
on Cupids arrow,
For it has vanquished like licentious lightening
in a sybaritic storm…
Fill my cup with nesting nectar that pours with
lecherous liquids of amour,
Enter my heart so it may thunder
and like heated Hurricanes lustfully kiss the shore…
Send me carnal caresses with a fervid flesh
and feral flushes to adore,
For I am lost in a vixen vortex
within a carnivorous cave of liquid lust...
Send me flirtatious kinky kisses
that hover above my bawdy being,
With the midnight moon undressed
exposing its inner light of erotic equations …
Fill my abysmal amative appetite
impassioned and inflamed,
A lachrymal liaison libidinous to the grave
For I hunger for your lewd libertine love.
July.23.2019
Hunger Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Background music by...
Erotic Lounge Music
Sensual Band
'Magie de amour' 2018
With virtual female voice
Placed 1'st...Thank You
M-orn
A-nd
G-low
I-n
E-arliness
E-ndorse
D-awn's
A-ppearance
Topic: Birthday of Magie Eda (September 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L’âge de pierre – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Stone Age” by T. Wignesan
Homme Blanc, ce que nous séparent ne que du temps.
Il y eu une période dans le lointain passé quand vous habitaient dans des caves,
Vous utilisaient l’hache de pierre, vous vous habillaient
avec les peaux des animaux,
Vous aussi avaient de la peur pour la nuit, vous fuyaient tous ce que vous ne comprenez pas.
Retournez-vous à cette période-là, souvenez-vous de votre propre Alcheringa*
Quand l’éclair semblait être produit par magie et vous vous cachaient
Face au terrible tonnerre réverbérant aux cieux.
La race supérieure blanche: ce qui nous sépare ne que du temps –
Exactement comme certains sont des adultes et d’autres malgré eux des enfants.
Nous sommes les dernières de tribus de l’âge de pierre,
Attendant notre tour
De la même manière que le temps vous avaient servi.
• The creation of the universe, the time known to most people as the Dreamtime or the Dreaming. (Oodgeroo)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
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