Short Copulating Poems

Telling 'I love you' at first sight
Is the euphemism of
I feel like copulating reciprocally....

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insects set but two:
eating and copulating
(sounds okay to me)


Footnote: Goal #3 - Winning or placing in PD's Haiku contest...

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CAT CALLS


The caterwauling cacophony of a cadre of cats copulating in a can.



12/10/2015

submitted to – One liners five – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Silent One...

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Becos
sAw it on good ole  Mr T,
on 7.30…. tv 73
Crazy fools gazumping be,
2 kangaroos copulating see,
said the dopey Aussie,
hit em with me motor car,
didn’t really go to far,
ejacuated through the sunroofy,
because  because becos…
Don Johnson...

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let us go fly high
like colourful plastic kites
live by the side of the orange ocean
counting list less waves copulating roll
in the sand like little children
innocently curious playing with empty 
naked broken shells throwing hiding and
wiping our tears away...

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A lazy leaf-laden river
Snakes around a sandy shoreline 
While copulating dragonflies
Fly over near-stagnant water
In aimless zigzag ecstasy.
Dozens of stout brown birds skimming
The surface, ascending slightly,
Than dipping incredibly low
Miraculously avoiding
Contact with the wet surfactant.
Along the shore a raft of ducks
Noisily swim by in a queue
Seemingly like some summertime
Carnival shooting gallery....

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She was the consequence of lust
In a cheap room over a bar.
He remembered as though it were
yesterday. Her naive mother
Was only nineteen and single
at the time; him? He was married,
Separated and twenty-eight.
Below, in the bar, the jukebox
Was blaring an instrumental
Whose deep, bass guitar synchronized
with every copulating thrust.
The tune ended before the sex
And climaxed with a gestation
To Diana Ross’s “Love Child.”...

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Big Chief Red Cloud
Man of no little fame
Advising the Paleface
How a child got its name.
It is given by a mother
From the first thing they see
After giving birth and 
First leaving their teepee 

For my own mother
What caught her eye
Was a beautiful sunset
And the colour of the sky

Over there Is my daughter
Little White Fawn
From a deer and her calf
Seen that very first dawn.
Sometimes of course 
Tradition can be irritating
Sat by her side is my son
Two Dogs Copulating....

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