Such harmony is seldom seen.
Nature at its finest: the mating ritual.
Procreation, there's no higher calling.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Her craft had a sizzle and spark,
Lighting up to cook after dark.
So his brainpan swam,
“That’s one succulent clam!”
A morsel, just right for the shark.
In January of 2022, In the heart of Henize 2-10 galaxy, located 30 million light years away, in the Pyxis constellation, a black hole was observed, birthing new stars, thanks to Science, the NASA's Hubble Space Telescope saw it.
The black hole was the annihilator
Known for its capacity to consume
Even the largest of stars varnish
When any ventures near enough
The abyss has become a mother
Correcting life misunderstandings
Where impostors have led the way
Leading humanity to serve human ego
Life in death is further confirmed
Black as the mother is now obvious
While the universe continues unfolding
More lessons will come from the truths of life
Such an ethereal beauty.
Petite in size but large on life.
One would not expect its duty
is solely for procreation.
Yes, just this one, and nothing more,
certainty is its life’s station.
Swarming thick as oozing slurries,
males hover above clear water.
Intrigued, the young female hurries.
Emerging the gray mass, nightmarish,
lays her eggs, then crumples lifeless.
The males sail to land and perish.
The beauty – a perfect cycle –
Perfect in the frantic frenzy,
the primal sinless spiral.
The process an unforgiving
two-year metamorphosis for
one day of long, lusty living.
The Lord,
Has used the act of procreation as a bait
For the existence of the species to ensure.
If
Painful He had made it, though, none of us
Would be around, Man's future to assure!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 August 2019
egg sperm, coalesce
embryo hidden, progress
nine month time childbirth
I
Your open petals,
Warm scent, welcoming smile
Ignites a fire from a mile;
Flame of passionate unwrought metals.
Please do not quench it that burns
But does not consume.
Let me be covered beneath those hidden turns
Where I constantly want a part of me;
I'm convinced it's charmingly death dealing
But enigmatic and mysteriously inviting.
II
Rose,
My eyes have seen enough,
I'm now strong, hard and tough,
I want a part too for my nose!
Let me feel your boundlessness,
The inside of your being;
The oily part, the New Testament's richness
Let me testify to your reign,
Let your fire consume me at once
Let me taste death in your hands!
III
Quietly release from your bud,
Let my insects pollinate your sweet essence:
The centre of excellence
And produce more lines of womanhood.
Do not extinguish this fire that burns
Through our forest of true love stories,
Let the fruit-eating birds
Disperse your seeds in their droppings;
Roses are red, let them regenerate.
And let the dead resurrect!
the only purpose of all life is to procreate!
we as human beings are no different, should we fail
we will become extinct, there are no other purposes.
should anyone think different they should think again,
what brought us into this world, procreation,
my purpose, your purpose, our only purpose
is to stay extant! okay, our ultimate purpose!
every other is a means to that end!
Your Purpose in Life Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Heidie Sands
2nd June 2018
to live a life of mystery,
in love, both of us, searching.
breathtaking, lovemaking,
a mystery solved.
to live a life as lovers,
true lovers, seeking,
finding rapturous pain!
another mystery solved.
procreation, now making babies.
true love's precious rewards.
husband and wife, finally,
life's pleasures, a family!
all life's mysteries resolved!
4/30/18
Free Verse on Love (new poems only) - Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
Most animals can-not choose,
They have to breed once yearly,
They must all try to remain viable.
Tiny species will need larger litters,
As tiny babes can, maybe, get eaten!
Lion's only fear, human's
An unknown male lion to.
New males, if not defeated will slay kits.
Hardship imposed for a goodish reason.
Good main reason, survival of all life.
Insects, invertebrates, small.
Breed in their many millions.
Natures recyclers, O some that is sure.
Some pollinators, most flora helpers.
Not all flora, the wind, a great helper.
Pollen blown, on a warm breeze!
Great chance to create new life.
Humans have sex for pleasure, not for life.
Strife, rife if unprotected, single mom's.
Not saying it is wrong, let sense prevail.
Commonsense, to reason first
For all sake your children's life
3/17/18
Seven-Ten - Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
I will adopt one of your mistakes
before I would ever procreate.
I will never create a child of my own
when there are so many unwanted children
who deserve a loving home.
Procreation:
A silky-smooth web of pleasure
Masterfully weaved by divinity
To entangle all living creatures
For ensuring life in infinity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 October 2015
A moment, the need, undeniable desire
A memory, the seed, igniting fire
A burning, so deep, eternal glow
A yearning, so steep, upward to go
A craving, too strong, instincts grab hold
A mating, too long, can never grow old
A creation, by design, for humanity to know
A recreation, by desire, for infinity will flow
PROCREATION
If,
The act of procreation
Painful was,
Rarely
Would we have witnessed
Children to be
Born!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
15 APRIL 2013
A crimson caress from dew drenched lips,
Sweeter I found than nectars' sips.
The heave of a bosom,
From one in full blossom;
Awaiting the moment to become a twosome.
A firm cupped palm upon a breast,
The ultimate touch for a feminine test.
Appeasing that craving, for a hand wandering and lust;
Those spasms got calmed at the touch of a bust.
A flirting moon swathe in velvety cloud,
Got so excited,she wanted to cry out aloud.
The wild oats were sowed,in that garden well howed,
All in response to whatever she showed.
Left to set in a climate so wet,
We added to it the cold winters rain;
Building once more,a new human chain:
With the passage of time a threesome were we,
Remembering the day,when we lovingly met.
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
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