Embracing the idea that to "hear no beauty, see no beauty, be no beauty" is to overlook the true essence of a rose. A rose is not merely a flower or a collection of blooming buds; it embodies a profound inner calmness and purity. It serves as a striking representation of a seductive figure, with its ovary dispersing seeds that give rise to future generations of beauty.
This powerful imagery underscores the role of a rose in nurturing life and inspiration. Beauty is not just a superficial attribute; it is a divine promise, a gift from God destined for all women in the land. We must recognize and honor the vibrancy of beauty, as exemplified by the striking "red fluffy mustard rose," which captures the essence of resilience and allure in nature.
Hear no beauty, see no beauty be no beauty
Categories:
ovary, 8th grade, america, break
Form: Free verse
observing men define feminism ~ my ovaries roll
Categories:
ovary, for her, poets, women,
Form: Monoku
Fruitlet is dangling on branches of trees.
Trees’ branches bearing leaves.
Leaves, green, yellow or brown dwindling.
Dwindling due to vicious strong winds raging.
At the tree’s foot, rotten leaves and fruit snooze.
Leaves snoozing dead fertilize the earth.
Earth to receive falling fruit to break.
To break and deliver her stone alive.
Alive, stone will sprout and feed on dead meadow.
Dead meadow grass will fodder fruitlet’s stone.
Stone to spring young from rotten ovary;
Ovary’s filth to produce a clean shrub.
Shrub, cruel humans will chopper.
Chopper to assassinate mother trees.
Mother trees who are the ecosystem.
Ecosystem agonizing human’s vicious attitudes;
Vicious attitudes of us hominids shatter the lot.
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
Categories:
ovary, abuse, death, environment, natural
Form: Free verse
Tickle stamen dances with the dew.
Released, scent in the air,
fragranced sweetly K-new.
Bubble your brew of pheromone v-aperture
My attention from your look of capture
Brook mirroring syndication of air
Vagrant incendiary caption of
captivation sniff stare
Female patterns in holding
Memories mansion room unfolding,
scaffolding, molding
Fingering you to be most there
Ole Factory building, crescendo of
harmonics produced gilding as eyes water in their Venused trap closing
in seduced dosaging (passaflora incarnata)
carnal erotica
mooning with purples and pinks,
flash of ovary, seed,
flirting with your dopamine, audacity
Categories:
ovary, art,
Form: Ballad
The sperm and ovaries reign supreme,
In that "What came first" eggy scene.
Without a cockerel and a hen,
Eggs would not be known to men.
It is true, it may be false
We still have the debate, of course.
What came first, the ovary,
Or the sperm, don't ask me.
Categories:
ovary, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
the land of the free
except for that ovary~
a ten thousand dollar finders fee
***
Categories:
ovary, abortion, america, money, women,
Form: Monorhyme
Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like an ice
For the certainty of yet another calamities
Befalling on my quiet turbid heart
At any moments of my present life.
My desire to rest for a while with
My frightened and horror-stricken mind
Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror
As if torched with mother of bomb
Runs naked towards the camera lens
With my screams frozen in frame
That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres
To the severe fading wall of my bedroom.
That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality
Sinks in time warped depth of ocean
Damped with futuristic dirt and dust
Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of
An embryonic present matured to rare earth
Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity.
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Categories:
ovary, allegory, confusion, creation, humanity,
Form: Free verse
No reproductive center of the words in pen
I feel the words being born in the ovary of
mind
Mind conceives the thoughts
In full time of pregnancy the thoughtful mind
giving birth
the words in the natural earth of literature
Now the earth
Burning furnace globe sphere
Sun warming swallowing the all words in
hungry time
My inside killing itself on the door of death to
rebirth another sunny words
11.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
Categories:
ovary, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
THE ENTIRE Earth: a watch
that tells the heart when
you are awake and sleeping.
I feel;
the movement of Beethoven’s
Sonatas and your dreams:
like a butterfly sighing
and escapes
from between your parting
lips dreaming of me.
Then as though upon the
tips of tulips I am flying!
Searching vast fields to
find the one beautiful
perianth: and your berries
within the tulip's ovary!
And now my search is found
within a forest of fragments
of greens, browns, sparrows,
and splintered wood:
The Earth's watch has stopped
for eternally us!
Away with nature's winds!
a lifetime,
a lifetime,
together within eternity
and two purple tulips
excited that fiber of time
has climaxed upon our moment!
:: 12-30-2017 ::
Categories:
ovary, poetry,
Form: Free verse
THE ENTIRE Earth: a watch
that tells the heart when
you are awake and sleeping.
I feel
the movement of Beethoven’s
Sonatas and your dreams:
like a butterfly sighing
and escapes
from between your parting
lips dreaming of me.
Then as though upon the
tips of tulips I am flying!
Searching vast fields to
find the one beautiful
perianth: and your berries
within the tulip's ovary!
And now my search is found
within a forest of fragments
of greens, browns, sparrows,
and splintered wood:
The Earth's watch has stopped
for eternally us!
Away with nature's winds!
a lifetime,
a lifetime,
together within eternity
and two purple tulips
excited that fiber of time
has climaxed upon our moment!
:: 12-30-2017 ::
Categories:
ovary, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Pearled Diana, What dost Thou want from me?
A whirl of fresh air descents from your perfect symmetry
Phantomed voices; dance now my mind vocally
Like statue-esque echos from beloved house Báthory.
For is it truly You, who speaks so woefully?
a portrait; the Goddess bathed in sky filled jewelry,
Nymphomaniac, Necrophilic graced by Death supposedly.
"I - the Filth in Her womb blessed with grave poetry."
or is it but me, isolated by Death's ovary.
Mother Moon, for Thou I refuse it to be!
Now I know Lady death clawed me unknowingly...
This pale seductress in black spectres my anxiety.
Depression, Suicide, The Razor's depravity
Categories:
ovary, angst, anxiety, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Tend your garden
the seeds for planting a lot in Africa
you roast and eat in comfort
planting time you are filled up
as you wait for other gardeners
The seeds you get from good will
go to your hot ovens
you plant them in the garden
of your hot and dry stomach
where air, water and warmth
do not exist for germination
As your children go hungry
they loot to avoid dying of hunger
wife’s left in wonder
as to why she opened her ovary
to germinate children for
for a tricky, sick, lazy man!
Tend your garden
your children scatter everywhere
begging when food is ripening
begging when food is in store
begging during planting times
Let neighbors have a break
from the begging hands
of your fleet of children
the chaotic begging looters!
Categories:
ovary, africa, leadership, satire,
Form: Free verse
haughty humming bees
move antenna merrily
with waves of mild breeze.
bees groan,freely fly
around nice fresh flowers.
under azure sky.
flowers smile to bloom
welcoming bees to taste
nectar in bosom.
bees can suck at ease.
pollen-dust on the stigma
stick to legs of bees.
bees and breeze carry
pollen to spread, scatter on
flowers' ovary.
ovulation starts.
yielding fruits with seeds inside.
plants lead life so smart.
Categories:
ovary, appreciation, flower, flying, nature,
Form: Haiku
Once I was a spore
Sought the ovary and was accepted
Millions of my fellow spores
Did not and was washed out as junk
A residue of no value
I won the highest prize without trying
To be given life is luck
Had I lost and not known life it would not
Made any difference for the spore
Not to have seen a sunrise a sunrise over
The Pacific Ocean, a mountain high and
Rabbits in the Woods
Never loved by a woman or the glorious hurt
Of the first one who left
The softness of her skin the colour of her eyes
Yes, I swam in the lake of enchantment
Walked near the waterfall where lovers cry
All this because I was the lucky one, the victor
And so millions had to die
Categories:
ovary, assonance, aubade, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Blank verse
Wanna make a baby?
Here's how it goes....
The ***** enters the vagina.
Then out comes a flow.
Meanwhile from the ovary,
down the fallopian tube.
A tiny egg is swimmimg
and plops into the uterine lube.
After a fierce battle
the fastest sperm wins.
Brakes through the egg's shell.
Then multiplication in ovum begins.
Oxygen and nutrients flow
through the umbilical cord.
From after birth on uterine wall.
Or placenta as it's sometimes called.
A little baby is growing fast.
Nine months to be exact.
The womb then contracts.
These are the facts.
Out pops a baby...
Simple as that!
Categories:
ovary, baby, birth, blessing,
Form: Verse
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