Short Copulate Poems
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Cop a feel
Cop a lie
Copulate
She's fourteen; Pop's a cop
What to do?
Cop an alibi!
Copasetic
Star-crossed by the years
a cuckhold of fate ...
I made love to you
in the copulate verses
of another time
— and another life
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Married to the sacred word
Committed to its ideal
Betrothed to sworn fidelity
Divorced from the unreal
My wedding duly prearranged
All children heaven sown
I copulate each solemn vowel
—and spread the verse unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Short lived
As a moment
Merely a day
The flutter of wings
Under a blue sky,
Time only to copulate
Fertilize the eggs
And then die,
The lifespan
Of a Green Drake Mayfly.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly.2019.
25th April 2019.
Xanthous vipers crumble and
Copulate on pallid bursts
Of violent ash and vapid sand
Drunken blows to swollen bones
Macabre and salty, bitter and grand
While wolven maws abuse brash lips
Gluttonous passion
Simmers on pendulum hips
Thrashing crests of poignant skin
Fevered, gasping, blissful sin
What a luring web of woe she weaves
Enticing her lover for that fatal rendezvous
Once they copulate, a male virgin to a corpse
A true fact. the male Black Widow Spider only mates one time in his life. Once he mates
with the female, then she kills him?? Bummer, but that is how they got their name?
Form:
PEARL
Invested with iridescence
Calcium carbonate could impersonate
And subvert solemn daylight.
In the indifferent ocean
Oysters copulate with future
And grow gravid in nature.
Begetting a rare solidity
Befitting a miniscule masterpiece
Which is just happenstance
For a huge price, this prised-out gift.
Mar 19, 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
light dies behind
the carved mou-
ntain
scorpions copulate
dance of death
rhythm of breath
this poison is quenching
my thirst
third eye is opening
now
red light signal in
the track of broken
love
wandering like a nomad
that glass of blood
and tears
shaking bed of
love
rain is red
in the dark corridor
of social comscience
i walk alone
not lonely
Form:
To form me, my God’s hands molding into shape;
Forged by fire, by breathing into me;
To form me He co created me,
With my parents sexual relationship deemed copulate;
To form shaped soul encased, in physical clayed flesh, blood whole;
Forged by fire- flesh, spirit mind and soul;
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Those who have studied entomology
are aware of this one fact about the bee.
There is one type of male bee that is known.
It is commonly referred to as a “drone”.
They are non-workers lacking one thing.
None of them are able to sting.
Drones do not gather pollen to make honey.
Their job is to keep the queen bee company.
In the polyandrous hive, the drones are to copulate.
The queen bee must be happy with more than one mate.
I decided what separates
The poems of the Young
From the poems of the Old
Isn’t the song sung nor story told;
Rather it’s down to The Style
Which captures a Frown or a Smile.
Do You prefer to mentally copulate
With the first prick of fresh heartache,
Or do you prefer the dejection,
Pain and unspared despair
Of often brutally-inflicted
Repeat Rejection
It’s simply a matter of taste.
A Choice doesn’t have to be made.
We can Break your heart Either Way.
Oh waxing Phoebe!how merciless art thou?
To stalk when my Psyche lamenting.
Thou art stoleth radiance of her sanctity face
Ye haven't thy own
Never bud aroma roses, it's not virtue
When my loved mourns
It's from her rosette cheeks
Thou grasped away her colour
Aurora!I pray unto thee
Ensconce my loved for mercy sake
Fear I, the lustful Sun
May perhaps, copulate her through radiance
Pluck away my eyes, oh lightning!
For I dare not to witness, my dying Psyche.