Short Suction Poems
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My toes curled under as he kissed me.
Our lips locked in passion so strong,
Knee caps cracked in reaction
When the suction was gone.
Heels touched the floor
I looked up
At his
Nose.
An in-patient named Mustapha Dump
Said his faeces were wedged in a lump
His diet must improve
So the blockage can move
Or his treatment’s a huge suction pump!
08-29-17
Know some people with a Grand Canyon mouth
When they yawn, things not nailed down go south
Fridges and microwaves
Two hundred ton whales
All succumb to this suction, even your spouse
Know some people with a Grand Canyon mouth
When they yawn, things not nailed down, go south
Fridges and microwaves
Two hundred ton whales
All succumb to this suction, even your spouse
Know some people with a Grand Canyon mouth
When they yawn, things not nailed down, go south
Fridges and microwaves
Two hundred ton whales
All succumb to this suction, even your spouse
the suction force magical
of the guru chakra
draws in the essence of soma
from the whirring third eye
upwards, upwards, through itself
into the crown chakra
that as a seamless whole we be
entwined with universal mind
so be it
Siren or sea nymph queen
Sea hag encircled by arms,
Serenity isn't her domain--
Silent swarm of suction cups
Tell secrets to the mistress
Enchantress of deep dreams
Dark abyss of abysmal kelp beds,
Belies the smile she keeps
Kindled on her maidens face.
Limerick : Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 3
Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Got the old suction pump jerking again
She pumped herself so hard
They said she set record
Till sewers now run through her to the Seine.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Twirling, swirling, whirling
up Up into the sky,
natures vacuum cleaner
sucking all to fly…
whilst eccentric, zany chasers
shoot to stun the world,
others hide petrified
from natures’ fury hurled.
Powerfully rotating and
strengthening her suction,
destroying all that’s in her path
leaving mass destruction.
I think it would be really neat
to have suction cups for feet,
I would not be limited, anymore,
to walking only on the floor.
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall,
I'd stroll the ceiling and the wall.
Everyone would fall in love
with me as I look down from above,
knowing I will never drop,
as my feet loudly pop, pop, pop.
Anchored 25 miles offshore in the Gulf of Mexico
The rod bends sharply; anxiously I struggle to pull up my catch
Alas, not dinner, just a mischievous scarlet octopus
The line is cut, but with suction cups it clings to the boat
Why couldn’t this have been the one that got away?
*June 13, 2018
For Silent One's "Five Lines"
Kreepy Crawley sprung a hole
Without suction it won't roll
To the shop it did go and stood (I had already thought about duct tape)
PVC pipe, glue, just like new very good...(And cheap)
Sometimes the men in our lives
Grate, irritate, and annoy
But all in all it is great just to
Have a man about the house
(Haven't the foggiest what this is)
Form:
Alone will all stand, void of lawyers or mentors
no person will escape from the best orators
chance has no chance, gone is the period of options
human deeds are displayed for reckoning to auction
heaven and hell seated and ready to suction
a judge is on the throne not an arbitrator
who condemns to everlasting pain on any traitor.
Fast cash
grab it nasty
Digital speed
While surplus bleeds
Suction greed
Make a flash
Urgent fast cash
The kind you need
The dollars that feed
Out of the way
Raining paper today
Target harnessed
Every ounce of cash
Government injected
Private inflected
Infect opportunity
Cash lies in wait
Eyes filled with hate
Never get stuck
Slash and bash
Cash to snatch
With suction cups on its body,
It clings to rocks and such
So tidal currents really do not
Bother it too much.
Its teeth, as sharp as needles,
Line the rims of bulbous lips
And spiky studs, like armor,
Fend off anything that grips.
If this awful-sounding creature
Makes you frightened, you’d be wrong
For this lumpy little sucker’s
Just a mere 3 inches long!
When one becomes aged
there are multiple goodbyes
than hellos
In every case of loss,
learn to find peace in farewell
Feel the suction in your stomach
and the wonderful roar ...
step on the gas ... LIVE ... HELLO !
I guess all roads eventually
lead back the echo of the silence
A tear in my eye, refuses to fall
Cherish every turn and bump on the road
COPLA TREINTA Y DOS : This Bad Guy World
Human existence’s redundant
Universe’s too vast and lost
Our Earth’s nought
Fat Cats steal the show with their stunt
Flex vain muscles on this thin crust
Fools give not thought
Power’s just a stuffed pyramid
Men of little worth sans vision
Straddle countries
Andromeda’s hurtling rabid
Wall of Back Holes tugging suction
Milky Way freeze
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Here–Gone-Fresh
Here
Are but
Children as
They meet the beach
Forewarned of rip tides
Suction at the
Shore eating
Their feet
Gone
Fresh
Salt air
Filling up
The boys’ young lungs
Crabs scuttle sideways
Seagulls fly free
Dive for fish
Tides coming
Fresh
Jill Spagnola aka Sunshine Williams
November 13th, 2015
Eve’s Oil Painting 1, 2, 3, any form contest
Many things could kill you.
Car wrecks, fall from a roof, electrocution,
starvation, heart attack, brain cancer, Alzheimer’s.
I shall choose something fun to kill me.
Walking the plank, shoot out at the OK corral,
boomerang rebound, King Kong, a cephalopod attack
I dream of watching a giant squid pull me away
With his enormous suction cups,
his tentacles and giant arms making the victory sign.
It is a memorable death, making a terrific obituary story.
Today, the suction method is used
A method some consider crude
Or even cruel, but it is excused
Because nothing is taboo
The practice goes back to ancient times
Where some cultures considered it a crime
Pennyroyal, soapwort, and sage
Were often used to disengage
And to bring to an abrupt end
That which cannot fend
Precious lives ending too soon
Before they can be sung a lullaby
Violently expelled from the womb
Before they can even cry
Even behind your house
darkness falls all the way down
to the ground in dirt
with many arms you
try to grasp reality
suction cups in mind
guilt takes a walk
on the wild side
inhibitions take a hike
freedom reigns until
your conscience tastes salt again
on lips moist and tender
heat rises and the gritty
satin sheets love stained
blowing in the wind
like the song of
long ago are begging
for the answer
the question
beckons:
is the falling
gritty darkness growing?
O’ Lovely boys of Eden,
O’ Dearest lassies of paradise;
O’ sweet little charming kids;
You love your life;
You are Content with what you are;
You are Content with what you have;
You are chimera as sky,
Look nothing when we see,
But are strong enough,
To carry billions of twinkling stars;
You are Zero when added one is ten,
The more the zero more the count;
You are nothing but vacuum,
Your power of suction is unbound,
A tornado strong enough to engulf all…
© Sadashivan Nair,