Semen Poems

Killick

As I hanker for anchor the anchor reveals as a w****r,
a slow-killing killick, seaman of souls,

breathlessly seeping semen like sea foam.
A sea pearl abandoned, adrift, unsure of shore,

unmoored, ropes hauling me back from the edge, the brink,
as I sink into drink, malleable mollusc, spilling lifeblood as ink.

Dropped like an anchor, his charm thirty pieces of silver -
coins tossed into water, a tarnishing glimmer.

Words that once anchored now sea-snaky snares,
sneaky wave snares drifting unseen in smothering depths.

Knife strikes of sea-light,
the knife sliding in between lives,

shucking and shocking and shattering shells.
The gathering gloom of gulls

pecking at entrails, grim pickings of scraps thrown out.
His anchor of words echoing, empty, emptied of empathy.

His weighty cross a stone around the neck,
holding my head under sea-sighs and drowning

dissolving white lilies of sea foam;
receding waves waving a final goodbye.

Woman Is a Hole

Woman is a hole,
Soft with spongey walls,
Press the button, make her howl,
Crash through her virgin halls. 

A newborn baby, little girl,
Fresh kitchen rag to store,
Waiting ignorant of the day,
When she too will be soiled.

Decades later, kitchen rags,
Sit discarded in a bin,
A loony bin for hags to talk, 
And squeeze out salty drips. 

Streaming semen pulling tears,
Out of ragged women,
In a circle all but holes,
Men uninvited saunter in.

Jesuitta

Jesusita 

God only had a daughter, 
Jesuitta, whom he gave to teach us love. 
She was a good little girl with blond, curly hair, and often helped her mother 
with the washing up and other household chores. 
As she grew up and became a shapely young woman, 
she coveted by men, who could not grasp  her preaching 
of unconditional love was not about sex;
They began talking behind her back. 
Rumors had it she had twelve lovers
there was talk of orgies with wine, fried fish, and fresh bread.
She went to the church, demanded to be heard, and asked why there were no women priests and why they let sleazy merchants sell overpriced artifacts. 
The clerics, who had had enough of this noisy woman, told Pilatus to do something.
He first raped her and, to his shock, realized that Jesuitta was a virgin; 
This knowledge haunted him for the rest of his life. 
Nevertheless, he threw her to his Roman Legionnaires as a usual tart. And the men taunted her: 
“Is this what you meant by calling love absolute, 
they bawled. 
Their women said nothing. 
They put her on the cross as the semen of a thousand soldiers 
ran down her legs, she died with forgiveness in her heart.

Josh Moore Minnesota

Moist sheets tossed aside
soaked pillows
Side by side
She was wet
Dime sack and tree rings
Green sight meet brown peepers 
Plumb late April Boreal Plains humidity
Abittor Unami eau de cologne
Thin plain pink blanket on the window
Air conditioner recirculating
Salmon rays preen her face
Noon spring afternoon
the rain stopped the sun peeked in

Bare cucumber blooms sticky seeds 
Hanging over pickled 
The baby fat on her belly

She didn’t bathe
Just left my studio apartment

Erotomania sweat,
Womb vacant,
Leprechaun semen leaking,
Birth control implant
Wedding ring manufacturer,
Laconic

Slab City

I got water and weed
I'm richer' n richer
I ain't in need of cash
you can drop me your trash
gonna make me an art
for the East Jesus shrine.

Hear this from a wizard
ole Stalin is the man
red dolphins are the truth. 
Plastic legs on the roof
of my old pink Chevy
(not been to the levee)

Barbie girls, haunted dreams,
painted rats and crosses;
all singing at the Range.
Slab City; nothing's strange
a show called Jester J**z
sings semen has declined.

Blue pig fortune tellers
in yellow school busses
grow purple-flowered weeds,
sell early traded beads.
The wind howls, the dogs bark;
the dreamcatcher misses.

I chase empty beer cans
for one that might be full
use ultraviolet lamp
in Pink Flamingo camp
I am just another
wandering refugee

Snowbirds come in winter
UPS delivers.
Past Salvation Mountain
there's no soda fountain
for those that don't believe;
head back to Babylon.

Love Affair

This tree
Her man
Where sowed thy seed today?
Loving yet hating
A Vail of wall
Shields of a deceiver
Transparent filtering glass

This blot
Her world
Why gleaned thy loins on a bay?
I so faithful and just
Clearer as the lilly
Breathing for you alone
living to die with you

This mirror 
Her reflex
Why trusted you this ale?
A reflect of shameful deeds
He sows and all will bear
This fruit unhidden
The breed of sin

This plant
Her flower
Why brew away your time detail?
His leaves are dropping
All sweetness gone
Sickened by his semen
Thorns of his deceit

Blood Pulsing Deletions

Natural death licking aims
Now our bleach seasons heirs
And the pubis of public lore

Intrauterine spinning blue dream cream
Roils rushing a rock star’s semen searching 
For golden lands of rum and sable ladies eyeing

Blown ear-drum truth percussive
Hand-grenade vibrator lipstick hash
Recall spinning reams in a hyperinflation

Of love overture blend ground night hues of whispers
Meaninglessness long snaking verbs of silence wilt low

Screw worm elect obscene emotive drooling apocalypses

Fathering Tears

The semen of tomorrow’s rage
burning undelivered 
waiting for perdition's womb
vengeance baptized—christened tears

The seed that carries darkness on
planted in the shadows
hiding what we most despise
hatred pregnant—birthing fear

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

Men Are Made In Tears So Be a Man

MEN ARE MADE IN TEARS SO BE A MAN 
 
This world's cliché says 'tears are not for men'
But if you cry your eyes out now & then,
you are perceived as emotional, feeble or weak,
rather deal with situations even if bleek,
and act critically rather than speak.
Some of our life's theories and reasons 
are invalid and falls short before our eyes,
while some are too machoistically base.
When will you let the water fall ablaze?
And humbly descend from your exalted face?

Men are made in tears so be a man;
Witness the complete cycle of your lifespan.
Shedding a tear doesn't devalue or cost a dim.
I know a lot of us men don't feel the same
We feel running the eyestream is a shame.
In my life, I only have few examples of real men,
certainly not all of the gender that emits semen.

Perspectively, some men hail from different worlds.
The greatest & strongest man against all odds,
broke down and cried...baffling all ye gods.

I have words for you but most importantly, two words:
'Don't forget, "Jesus wept".
And brother, so can you!'


Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? May 2023.

Onanist

The onanist

I know of a man when following a nature trail
saw a sampling of a tree that looked neglected 
dropped his semen on the tree in compassion
Years later, he visited, the sampling now a tree
which he sentimentally called my son and built 
A fence around it and cut the branches of trees
that touched his son.
It was a lonely tree with an aristocratic look
There it stood posh among the forest’s trees
where squirrels had fun, so sad, so gloomy 
On a stormy night, his son fell, and no one heard
the sound; the man said, my son, my son, why
didn’t I let you grow like a forest tree should?

Helping Childless Wife

The sad problem was Hannah's ova.
Once they form a baby tears over:
Goal which had made her man rover
Around good clinics now hover...

Placed on Tiger nut and Guava
Locked semen is opened Louvre

Then, Doctor traced cause to Hannah,
Soon after return from Ghana
And it was a blow: Hammer,
From husband a lifted comma.

So, the drugs should not Fred cover,
Rather married Hannah lover,
No need by drug stores pull over,
Picked drugs mere help to stores turn-over.

But then the truth: both are childless
Fred to not say: "I'll bother less".
Ovarian challenge not over,
Caring Husband not in clover.

Spermatorrhoea

What means Spermatorrhoea??
Excessive emission of semen without org-sm or er-ction.
Semen is a whitish fluid that contains sperm.
Spermatorrhea is a disorder in males where an individual 
experiences involuntary ejaculation or release of semen 
without er-ction.Epithelial cells per high power field(HPF) 
in your urine.Having a moderate number or many cells may 
indicate:a yeast or urinary tract infection(UTI)kidney or liver disease.

Losing Paradise

Paradise lost

We danced with thieves with murderous intent
The laughter and fun were screams of utter depravity
Did God assassinate the angels as semen ran 
From fruitless loins.
Blood dripped as rain from heaven’s elaborate steps 
Paradise is lost. Adam molested his sons.
Eleven daughters produced twenty new life a settlement
Began the first in human history
While Eve had a tempestuous affair with the snake of lust.
When Adam got old someone stole his honesty
He had wanted to play the oboe.
From this immoral beginning, animals in the jungle cried
The obscene humans were unstoppable 
And now, and now, we wait for the nuclear war to commence

Victoria's Secret

He and she wear similar names
Altered spellings
Brown sugar and black salt
Are meant to serve different purpose.

An offensive outfit
Hard earned money worth a semen
Mucus and milk must be siblings
Soul & tarot card reading is an unrecognised hobby.

Nine balls are snooked on an English table
The cue lies on her court.

The Remote

The remote

It was a terrible hallucination
an old hex came out of her grave and raped me
I was lame paralyzing fear she sat on top of me
and reeked of semen of a thousand men
left to rankle in her mouldy .
I fumbled for my remote to switch the channel off 
could not find the remote, then the horses came
galloping through the woods, I mounted one
and we were riding on the Pampas of Argentine.
All the while, the hex hollered something foul
about multiple orgasms, I found the remote
the screen filled with irises and sweet poems.

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