When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
Overnight, they could read each other's minds.
They were embarrassed and retreated.
Almost immediately, the streets were nearly empty.
Inside their homes. The people hid, stowing away in bedrooms.
The homeless, perverts, and streetwalkers were the only ones that went public.
Their intentions were always straightforward and obvious
For a long time, they knew themselves and what everyone was thinking.
Over time, some got closer to God.
Others drifted even further into the scrub of life.
Some went mad.
Hanging themselves on the most private parts of their minds.
I GET ALL FERSCHEMMELED
Y'all think I'm this handsome young devil
Got news for y'all haven't been on the level
Got quite a large tummy
Mother dresses me funny
When girls touch my parts I get all ferschmmeled
SKETCHING FAMOUS PEOPLE
Think I'll get back to sketching famous people
When they autographed my drawings it was a real big deal
My success rate's way up there
Much more than my share
Twelve hundred last count that was totally surreal
THE PRUDE
There once was an old dude quite a prude
Never drank never smoked up never crude
Till one fine day
A girlie did play
With his private parts, changed the old dude's mood
as witnessing
how some rebels raping
women in DRCongo daily.
Seeing how some Congolese
women screaming
Here
and
There
And no one to hear
them on this cruel planet
Which is feeling
with millions of rapists.
screaming ," pains...eh!
pains ....yoh!"
So sad ,
To find some big pieces
of tree branches
in some dead women's
private parts.
So sad
to keep hearing
the bad
Situation of women
and children
in east of DRCongo.
Fig Leaf
“While the fig leaf traditionally covers naked shame
The fig leaf also makes a healing tea of restoration” Quote by poet.
Ducking beneath a quilt woven of the fig leaf
To sip upon a homemade brew of fig leaf tea
That soothes the inflammation
Of my humiliation to enhance
The concentrated healing of my intentions
For my unmasked vulnerability –
The exposed private parts of my simpering heart
To apply an antibiotic poultice
That eliminates toxic gaffs of conscience -
Slips of the lazy tongue,
Thoughtless raging fevers of impropriety –
To strengthen bones of humility
This poor man’s olive branch
That unclogs charity’s lifeblood
Increases flow with overflow
In warm generosity
Eliminating tactless bacteria
Reducing the temperature of shame
To recline again in sweet gardens
Of compatibility at the twilight.
4-1-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Fig Leaf
The fig leaf is used to make tea with amazing antibiotic, anti-bacterial, anti-inflammatory, fever reducing, healing properties among many other positive properties.
Floral aspects of my life blooming in front of me
like wallpaper memories of my pink room
The smell of loose leaf hugging a red leather binder
flourishes underneath the sunlit words
of my young maiden's hand;
Looping letters that show the romantic side of me
small caricature vowels and nouns
that reveal the private parts that are never seen
Blushing mornings that drench the violets
in that little garden where father kept his vines
Quiet evenings spent in my room
talking to a Statue, "reflection of a Mystic soul"
I was so many girls back then, but today I am only one
A seasoned writer with who lives and strives
despite the world's demise.
Dec 15, 2021
Never got Miss Under Stood
Mister E Ous kept to himself
Miss take shouldn't have dated her
General ignorace straightened Private parts tie
then saluted Private lives
couldn't see Miss placed
but some one said she had left with Miss behave
Miss read was there sorry Miss Red
Miss prounced blurted its prounced prounce the d is silent
That Miss that uses was there but she was out her box
Mister Chem was hitting it off with Miss Matching
Personally i don't think they will last Miss Opti Mistic
Miss Directioin was late had to ask the way
Miss E Rabble wasn't happy
Miss represents was making a show of herself
Miss educated was sating the wrong thing again
while Miss Fortune burst into tears
Between The Legs
Hen Lay Eggs
Morning Noon Evening Night
Guru ghantal flying kite
Char dafa hud hud
Itwar peer mangal budh
Pak pavitr shudh ambud.
Note.We can't make an omelet from egg without breaking and shaking it.
What do you feel
If you’re six feet two
And you sit on the porch
While your wife mows the lawn?
What are your thoughts
When you can’t stand up
Without having someone to help?
How does it feel inside
When you try to walk
But you can’t and find
You need your wheelchair?
When you have to have help
To dress and undress,
To put on your coat and mittens?
How demeaning is it
To have someone change
Your underwear
And wash your private parts?
The caregiver’s life isn’t easy,
But she doesn’t suffer every day
With a loss of pride and dignity
She looks through the lens,
a Baltimore Oriole
had just flared into orange sherbet,
but now there was her wide-eyed grin
filling every space left over.
Once as a young man, I dated
a sweet girl.
I called her my ‘yellow ducky’
but even her comical loveliness
had only filled my arms and private parts,
but my head remained stuffed full
of a teenage kapok.
Watching golden eagles,
my long lens growing heavy
as I scan the sky for the false gold
in their plumage.
We used to call females ‘chic’s.’
As a kid, I had to wear
huge, round, corrective glasses
I was known as ‘owl’ boy.
The Baltimore Oriel is back,
it alights on a branch just above you,
blooming again in a frizzle of colors;
you are unaware and keep smiling
into the camera.
My head is a fizz of euphoria.
I bless Baltimore, for being
that golden city in the clouds
that I always thought it was.
Lady Godiva searched for a swimsuit
Couldn't find one for reasonable loot
Why should 'Lady' have to pay
She could swim nude anyway
Private parts covered ~ she was so hirsute
September 01, 2020
Limerick Fun Poetry Contest
10 - 10 - 7 - 7 - 10 Syllables in Lines
Syllables checked on PS
Syllable Counter
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
this day i had a dream
i had two rings that came from some cheap chains that i used to sell....
you were wearing a cream dress that was upto your knees..
the back of that dress was a zip running from from top to bottom
i gave you the two rings and you held them in your hands
i wanted to leave for i thought that you didn't care about me n am just your substitute to another man when not available
then my body weary seeing like i have made a fool of myself;
you still sitting on your bed asked me to stay;
i watched you take the rings and made an armour resembling a belt worn by an usher
you did wear it from your left shoulder all the way to your right hip
then you made a crown out of that belt
i sat on your bed then you started to dance
i stood up and tried to make love to you for your behind would be revealed as you danced
however when i placed my hands on your hips and exposed my private parts,
you stopped me and asked that we dance
end of the dream
#made from Africa
#chuimunga the poet
In Mahayana Buddhism, a bodhisattva is an enlightened person who gives up his personal salvation in order to save all living beings through mercy.
To hear, to ignore the consequences,
to give up everything, to sever ties
with common sense, to go along with senses
which choose the bumpy roads to the skies,
to bare yourself, to strip away enigmas
of body, to expose private parts
of soul and, notwithstanding norms and stigmas,
to answer the last call for lonely hearts.
That’s bodhisattva’s way. It's pretty hard
to answer calls of every lonely heart.
31.10.2019
for contest LAST CALL FOR LONELY HEARTS – COLLABORATION
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Faint mysterious humour was just a facial rumour,
although you knew she meant business when you were with her;
I was carried under my master's arm for ten years,
when I was finished, nothing was as it appears.
I smiled because I knew I would be worth a fortune,
finally placed in the Louvre, not for sale anytime soon;
La Giaconda looked at me with her mystery,'
for five hundred years she had sailed thro' history.
I sat for a long time while Leo created my face,
suddenly it was done, everything moved at a pace,
no one would ever match my inscrutable look,
or really appreciate just how long it took.
You wondered why my smile was brought about by a new lease,
it was because I caught a glimpse of Leo's private parts behind his codpiece.
Prayers are asked for the Reverend Hugh
Whose most private parts just grew and grew
When he saw Fannie
It seems that Grannie
Bit off a bit more than she could chew
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