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Prostitutes and Lovers

I. Prostitutes 
Poets words are prostitutes,
Used for any writer’s pleasure,
‘Love’ and ‘death,’ ‘light’ and ‘dark,’
Among my worst offenders.

Unlike a painting’s virgin virtue,
With shapes like never seen before,
In colours just that very shade,
Unique in each of form.

Love and death are my whores too,
Whose rates are precious pain,
Never free the words we use,
Piercing time and time again.

II.

Categories: prostitutes, art, poetry, words, write,
Form: Rhyme

Question of Mind

What will you say
When you see 
Someone in the groove
Driking some guava
Juice? 

How will you feel
When you find
The grave Of your lost 
Relative under the guava
Tree? 

How will you Look, 
When a big black 
And white 
Goat eating 
Dry grass
At the grave yard
Of saint 
Georges?

How will you guess, 
When the big gaz 
Pipe lines which 
Pass

Categories: prostitutes, confusion, extended metaphor, feelings,
Form: Free verse

Seven Young Prostitutes

Each of the seven prostitutes,
Whose life began as destitute;
From their brothels to a roadside,
For men with or without a ride:
Main wish: to catch the adult male 
And stop a day from going stale…

The picture is competition:
To whom would one loss petition?
Yes, a quite charged atmosphere 
For one to in chats interfere:
A rival swipe for being

Categories: prostitutes, corruption, evil, lust, woman,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

African Prostitutes Old and New

African Prostitutes of Old 
Had kept a reasoning plain cold:
In no Sweet Tales to be told
And would little yield if sold...

African Prostitutes of Old
Weren’t at all composed nor bold
And could faint if offered Gold
And closed legs quickly unfold:
Just for A Bottled Mirinda
Or the Perfume Lavender
And you’d see her surrender;
In your served stew Coriander
And around you

Categories: prostitutes, addiction, africa, lust, women,
Form: Rhyme

Customer Starved Prostitutes

A half hour ago they were eight,
For the attention of Adult Males Fighting;
Now, it is worrisomely late,
And not a credible single sighting!
No compromises with the venereal disease-parading,
As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading …

But the clearly-bent-by-age,
Are as clearly out of it:
If one should with The Wizened open a page
One is in Satan’s personally dug pit
It

Categories: prostitutes, anxiety, corruption, evil, lust,
Form: Rhyme

Greedy Opportunistic Prostitutes

They get a group of scientists and ask them to work on flying machines.
They give them flying machines and they use them to bomb cities,
so how can scientists be scientific if they have allegiance to their country,
instead of pledging allegiance to the earth managing resources intelligently.
This would be true scientists to me.
Scientists in the military

Categories: prostitutes, military, science,
Form: Rhyme

Waiting For Mum

Peering through the bedroom window,
Yellow street lights and falling snow,
Elena asked Fred, the garden gnome,
“When mummy would come home?”

The gnome smiled as if he knew,
But stared quietly at the other two,
His colourful brothers Jim and john,
Who looked busy guarding the lawn.

Grim silence spoke from all around,
someone say “is mum home bound?“,
The wind drew patterns as

Categories: prostitutes, child, emotions, feelings, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme

Those Prostitutes Will Finally Make You Destitute

There was a cheap bar in New York's skid row
Almost, you were shining there like a rain bow.
People were dancing and sleeping together 
Although they know it can't be lasted for ever.
It was you who sought solace in whisky bottle
Smoke a pipe to make a dream in your bubble.
Dance floor called you to set the

Categories: prostitutes, addiction, allusion, america, blue,
Form: Lyric

Poets Are Prostitutes

Poems, prose and roses
Poets hate politicians
Poets prefer poking pens at people
P-words, power and paupers
Poets love writing about love
Tears, the sky and meadows

Poets are prostitutes
They are sex vendors
They expose their naked thoughts
To the world
They talk dirt without apology
And care less about anyone's emotions
Poets are short-tempered like a mini skirt
Like a G-string, there's a thin line between

Categories: prostitutes, africa, character, emotions, feelings,
Form: Madah

Senryu Explicit Iv: Prostitutes

Friendly neon lights.
Friendlier lords of midnight.
Unfriendly bed thrusts.







November 16, 2008

Categories: prostitutes, depression, emotions, people,
Form: Senryu

Robot Prostitutes

have you heard the *****festering
about the robot prostitutes in the making?
heard the christians & republicans
whining their way into a “debate”
about the moral concerns that might come about
as a result of having a robot do
what an exploited, sex trafficked individual
might once have?

see, if robots start doing the street corners
or dancing in the cubbies in Amsterdam,
there might

Categories: prostitutes, life, drug,
Form: Free verse

Silly Rabbit Tricks Are For Prostitutes

Silly rabbit tricks are for prostitutes, made by establishment
daunted by economy, at night by the dawns early red light district,
watch the women give up their pride by the hour, lacking positions
star 69 your way back to daddy's touch, the reason your out here
remember sweat and business suits are  cheap, just like the shoes you

Categories: prostitutes, life, sad, work,
Form: Free verse