Short Musk Poems
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Two years of marriage got Elon Musk,
The third marriage in his life
He start to dream to run to Mars
Without any wive!
Elon Musk
rid himself of tusks and husks
millions in bank
thank dank stank Hank
mystically fragrant
survived from the depths of despair
enticing, alluring, sensual
with a tiny tease of naughty
irresistible
the power of scent
the fragrance of mother earth...
seduction in mind
Entered Musk Poetry contest
Sponsor Anthony Biaanco
26/1/2023
With a single drop
The exotique parfum
Exhales a fragrance
That propitiates the birth
Of an unexpected love
3-11-2016
Elon Musk:
many people say he is brash and brusque;
and, to be honest, he kinda gives me the creeps
when I think about some of the company he keeps.
My beautiful man
who works so hard all day long
and returns at dusk . . .
let me hold you and inhale
your alluring scent of musk
Jan. 9, 2023
Its bright yellow throat
with veins vibrant red erupts
in the softest scent of musk.
Birds and bees harken
to its call for them to drink
deep from its alible husk.
Still, a hint of musk
remained behind on
the shirt he last wore,
a faint reminder of skin
pressed up against mine,
the essence of sweat &
tears that lingers a lifetime
Egyptian musk is an oil
From the ancient days
It's alluring smell
Seems to entice the person
Who smells it, even though
Most people wear it well
Each have a different aroma
Ladies and gentlemen of wealth and riches,
and also you, you poor sons of bwitches ~
mark well what I say,
and rejoice for the day,
when God will finally have worked out all of the glitches.
Getting ready to soar to the stars,
Into space launches Elon his cars.
He'll be needing a car.
For he plans to live far.
And there's no public transit on Mars.
Musk deer has it hidden,
he is known for it,
where is my musk,
it is here with me,
each one of us has it,
we cannot find or spread it,
till we get it ripe,
ripen it and spread it,
and be identified,
like that musk deer.
She may or may not
have sensed her ovulation;
neither did the men
whose heads
capriciously turned.
Their eyes pursuing
as she opened a path
through the turbid smoke
in the shadily lit club.
She sat down slowly;
her dance card empty.
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We sent robots and rovers to Mars!
What if the little green critters out there
returned the compliment
and sent their hackers and AI gadgets
to invade us marked
'X' open at your own peril!
The musky Blue Bird
has flown the coop
scared off by alien Mr X.
A warm breath in the night
caresses the nape of my neck
my eyes still closed
sense its sweetness
And in the backdrop
the pitter-pattter of
raindrops gently falling
Serene i savour the moment
stretching it into the depths
of a moonless darkness
AP: 2nd place 2025
A wet floor sign now
Where you once stood.
Lightheaded from the intoxicating scent.
Knees weak and trembling.
Dopamine hits like a truck.
Addicted now to the source.
Nose flares in search.
Sweat beads on the forehead.
Desire drives the urge…
You move the mop bucket to the next aisle…
Going through the memories,
Words rushing upon my mind,
But not understanding anything....
It's like being in the fog,
You can't see anything,
Except the outlines of the obvious.
Confusion being thy state of mind,
But willingness determening,
What may be the outlines in life.
For nothing is as demanding,
As figuring out what yet has not been solved.
Form:
She walks inside the room
a heavenly scent follows
as I softly trace her pulse
all the way to my crazy
senses
I cannot place my finger
on the emotion
it evokes
She makes me think
of fishing days
on hot summer nights;
Olfactory memories
run through me
and I think to myself
but of course,
she must be wearing
musk
Business magnate and the world's second richest, Elon Musk.
Fathered soccer team; probably slaves away from dawn to dusk.
Reluctantly bought "Twitter" and reinstated banned folks outright.
Elongated debunked conspiracy theories by the Washington right.
Musk Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Date written: 01/22/2023
There once was a fellow named Musk.
Who bought a blue bird out of love,
He fed it the First Amendment.
The greenies condemned him to death.
Turning blue when they swallowed his tusk-
They flashed the dog-eared race card
To blot out the man of the stars.
For they fancy only obedient sheep
sheared sheep to pad the globalist dream
They'll drive Musk into the mountains of Mars-
There's a sick little man named Musk
Whose words we should mistrust
Sowing division
Is his life's mission
I hope one day he goes bust.
Said Elon to the reporter
Little children I do not slaughter
My boss has a need
So to feed his greed
I just make the poor much poorer.
But little does Elon know
There’s a place where the soulless go
All that money and wealth
Can’t buy mental health
For he will reap just what he sows.
Wild scent like the wind blowing.
Surging high like the sea billowing.
Your alluring smell makes my head spin.
It leaves traces of fragrance on my skin.
If for the fragrance of your sweet love, I should fall,
then I'd be willing to risk my all.
I shall sail with you through ages without regret,
making sweet scent of memories I shan't forget.
January 25, 2023
Your Option Poetry Contest (8th place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Abstract art
Melted concrete
Broken bones
Silent wars in the dark
We're all apart
Of this deficit
Smells dire
Smokes higher
Industrial clog
Urban smog
Devastation woodland plains
Population small forest fire
Are surroundings smoking where's our fresh gusts of wind
Refresh our lungs
God please save us
From the smoke stench
From ourselves
Environmental musk
7/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
The sun is the most powerful thing.
It gives us light and life,
Nothing can change that.
But the man sat on the moon,
is carving it to change the night’s light.
Will the plants still grow?
Will water still rain?
Unknown changes in an unknown terrain.
We are sat on the ground looking up
Lost in a maze that can only be solved from up above.
Climbing on each other’s shoulders
We can reach the moon
And build it back up
Regaining vision
The musky view gone.