Short Pulped Poems
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Sensations mounting whirling heights
To close my ardent joyful eyes
And feed upon her peach delight ~
Nectars promise, of pulped divine....
Distill these drops extracting time
Upon my twirling tongues design
Melting, inside her fruitful vine ~
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...."Harvest Love's, Sweet Sublime" *
Form:
An orange’s tale is quite grim
At the hands of a man’s whim;
Just when the juice is at its best,
It’s either pressed or pulped to zest.
This sacrifice is not in vain -
For every loss there is a gain.
Once thirst is quenched and palate’s pleased
Let’s raise our glass to freshly squeezed!
June 17, 2020
Words for writing, with pen and ink on pulped tree products that makes jobs.
Live life in pursuit of happiness and basic freedoms given by our constitution.
If truth is suppressed, and all citizens don't have the basic rights, then our
constitution is for naught.
Opinions are not always factual, but we are intitled to have our thoughts and
feelings. Thoughts are our only real rights; each citizen can take their thoughts with them anywhere.
working on it....
Moaning gently her splendours opening wide
The grove of our joy and heavenly melodies
Sweetened rhapsody her ripened rising...
Melting their flavours flowing into my heart
Her love my love caressing her breast arching
Thighs she cries my keepers name climbing
Towards the sky velvet bows these, ecstasies
Rapturous delicious delights; quenching my thirst
Pulped pleasures lovingly guiding myself to share with..
A kiss her beauty her juices, divine; the orchard of our love.
PATIENCE
There she stands alone
All seasons she’s been there.
The rain doused her beauty
The sun pulped her caput
Harmattan shroud her wit
And circadian ambiance
Robbed her Regard.
Her espoused lovers all gone
To the harlot Desperation.
Only silence heaved in her heart
A burden like Aso rock.
Yet she strive
On and on for fulfillment….
And one day all her lovers
Shall be awed at her triumph.
But then she cannot wait on
As much the length of six feet!
Itsoghole O. S.