Short Phallic Poems

Death,
An awakening approach,
Destructive constant, obstructive refluence,
Refractory parallax or pantomorphic assistive,
A paper chase, paragenesis phallic worship....

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Merry speak, Father

   As life sprouts forth within spring-

                Priapic* flower.






A. Green





* 1. Priapic-  Of, relating to, or resembling a phallus; phallic....

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A lighthouse is an awesome sight
When sea mists blur its searching light
That phallic symbol
Makes seamen tremble
Lest a mermaid whispers, "Good night!"
16.XII.18...

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Between you and I
Nothing has changed
Really.....

These confines we share
Brothers too

Columns and columns
Of phallic glass totums
Piercing the freedoms above
Business is a rapist fiend
Of love

The demonized heavens.

Who am I to judge brother?
I chose to live here...

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There was a young maid who bathed in the rain
When it stormed, she drove all the men insane
Drooling with lustful stare
To touch her buxom pair
A teaser, she left them with phallic pain


June 2, 2022
A Funny Limerick Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Checked with www.howmanysyllables...

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Twenty two uniformed nymphs
panting across an emerald lawn
kicking the skin off little white balls- 
National pride and pearly posts
red cards flashing,everyone moans-
Sweaty shirts and tender thighs ripple
dreaming of holding a shiny phallic symbol-

Amidst this maelstrom of estrogen
the tally becomes quite insignificant....

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"your pretty thought does not describe hard life.
It tells your wish.  You have to save yourself!
Redemption is the honesty of courage--
The guts to bet yourself against all odds."

The old man grieved because his net of words
Fell on the page, no longer catching him;
And, knowing only what a man should do
With wounded beasts, he kissed the   phallic gun....

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It was more than
I could take.
The phallic paranoia.

Can I come out of 
your body and kneel
before death ?

Less than dark
I dream of the nipples
spurting out venom.

A pumice raft
of the crowd, sailing
on the waves of narcissism.

Invisible sharks
on high seas
open the lambs for salt.

Can you eat your
words please ?
There is nothing left on the plate.


Satish Verma...

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After the rains, 
it was a full moon
in summer night.

Fleeing from a subculture-
of violence, she was
nestling in the arms of clouds.

A lost killer swearing 
with bruised arms,
raking up the old vendetta-

beheads the phallic
image. A brutalizing
score, when we were celebrating

the moon’s arrival. There was
no impropriety in spilling.
Sperm was the conjugal bliss.



Satish Verma...

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Said the broccoli, "Hey - look at me
I look like a small, but perfect tree"
	
The mushrooms squawked saying "Listen, fellas
we think we look like umbrellas"
 	
The walnut, small, but oh so vain
proceeded to claim, he looked like a brain
	
Attention was turned to the erudite milk
who opined that he was 'liquid silk'
	
The banana, bashful in phallic unease
groaned "Can we change the subject, please"
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At the traffic dodged broken barrier
My clown  eclipses pinholes gander
Reeked in the phallic sundust
Pouring out in putrid urgencies
Human beams of ghastly thought
Clinging to lucrative belly rings
Bastion of glowing hope tied to rope
Losing abundance in American swamps
As we creek our bells across the world
Drowning coca cola babies all the same
 Puns, cliques, and gospel truants 
I am fearless to step on statues
To heckle hairdos and smeckle bear feuds...

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X-ensual abc

Another besotted, charmed, dissolute evening .
Fondling  gadabout’s  hearty invite. 
Jubilation kindling lusty memories.
Nightly, orgasmic,  phallic. 
Quivering  rose’s swelling titillation unabated. 
Veritably  wet.  Xaerning Yang-Yin  zygote`.

Notes: 
 Xaern= to enjoy something so much you begin to hate how much you like it.( According to Merriam-Webster, word-central)
Zygote= a cell resulting from the joining of two gametes.
20 sept 2015....

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The barons had the corn;-
       you want to float now,
       out-of-the body.

From a distance you watch-
       the melodrama and the 
       pomposity of the marching band.

In fever, the poppies come-
       out, unmasked in the
       glory of the sun.

The black wood screams in-
       pain. Your nakedness was
       in jeopardy at trial.

The phallic hills have no-
       memory of the fallen stones.
       World worships only the ashes.


Satish Verma...

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