Short Whores Poems

The smartest cavaliers at the command 'To horse!' 
contrive to be in time for both a horse and whores.

Volodymyr Knyr 
2014...

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so they cry for there love
work in different society 
order taking everything
rewarding all the whores
destroying a better world...

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Obi Wan Kenobi
Said “dooby do be dobie”
He wasn’t one but nearly two
And didn’t know just what to do
In his brownie, Kenobi robe(y)...

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Trump has made a firm resolution
To investigate prostitution
Why knock on doors
In search of whores
When Trump - himself - has a solution?...

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Around the world people will find
Life is best where people are kind
Find a kind way
You can say, "Neigh"
Horse sense thrives in a stable mind!...

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If more is less
  then less is more
Is it too skimpy
  Are models whores

Fashion's dress
  is less and less
What's more ~ 
  Skin's a bore...

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There once was a man who thirst for gore
Biting the necks of your average whores
Stake to the heart
He's falling apart
Spreading ashes and ashes galore...

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The pessimist argued that all women are whores,
He spoke with a tear, with a unconcealed pain.
The optimist listen to him  with a hidden fain,
He rubbed his hands with a wish  to explore!...

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Stormy lives lived, their
    whirling vicissitudes
  tease our windy passions
    imagery strewn

  'long corridors else hollowed
    by whores and addicts, why?
  rages the storm, tempting
    deep within, reflects the sky...

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America should conscript whores for the war 

(Iraq)

The susicide bomber doesn't need to blow himself up to 


~f~i~n~d~ 
              
                                                             heaven,

he just needs to be blown....

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I’m about to explode
Can’t take it anymore
I look around and I’m surrounded by a mass of people I can’t stand
All the stories about all the whores
All the guys just looking to score
I am encompassed by immaturity
Is there any innocence? Any purity?...

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     Portraits of hedgehogs on his grimy tiled walls
        Pete did for good taste what heat does for snow balls  

     Though a weird kind of charm lay on his carpeted floor
        Not hedgehogs, but bedbugs as Pete flopped kissed him like whores
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Love me,
want me,
read my songs,
if not for words I don't belong.
I've opened up stretched my soul flat,
poem whores are sure of that.
Give me,
feed me,
wanting more,
searching out for whats in store.
Innocent with guilt for lore,
judgement on the poem whores....

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There once was a couple of old swingers 
Whom were said to be more than just flingers 
As they swung 'cross the floors
With huge knobs, like some whores
You should have seen the size of their ringers  



Doors Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco 
7/25/2021...

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While Financiers Assisi
 
The scriptures never claim
one day all whores will magdalen
and disbelievers paul.
 
There is no verse that says
one day all thieves will dismas
by the city gate
 
while financiers assisi,
their eyes, their tin cups up.
 
 
Donal Mahoney...

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In a market
As this world 
Of slave traders
Barely they can sell
Only your flesh
Merely save your soul for god
No; pleasure with whores
Not making any your thirst pass
But some then mourn illusion kiss
Where; every hope then in dust
Let then sell them
The flesh
And save your soul for god...

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nine walks the streets
pulling the strings
he's just learning now
the depth of his power
for a short time 
he holds the power 
of a beast
8 headed 13 horned 
green dragon
held tight in the whores arms
the warmth rocks him to sleep

but babylon you went to far
and killed the carnival...

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freedom is a loose word-
loose like the whores
with sicknesses never
cured- loose like the
reins i'm holding across
this ass's throat.
so much snot from this
uncivilized nostril
build a moat each time
a treat is bought, get
across, in time,
before thought interrupts,
mutates impulse into 
crime....

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Love me, 
want me, 
read my songs.
If not for words, 
I don't belong.
Ive opened up, 
stretched my soul flat, 
poem whores are sure of that.
Give me, 
need me, 
wanting more, 
searching out for whats in store.
Innocent with guilt, 
for lore, 
judgment on the poem whores... 
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )...

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he took the tree of life away
for we are unworthy
for we eat knowledge 
the forbidden fruit
we drink from the whores cup
and call it sin (the rising of the cup is sin)
we follow the beast 
and give him the name of god
he took the tree of life away
for what would happen
if the beast and whore 
ate the sweetest of fruits...

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National day

25 of April Portugal's
national day
It so happened my ship, birthed that day
a night Lisbon didn't sleep
Great Jubilation
whores gave their wares for free
thieves didn't steal
and the bar owner splashed brandy.....
generously into your glass
I came back onboard five in the morn
waving a Portuguese banner


...

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The silence shushed the baron
claims slipped through the photo door
imagination or intimidation
the silky fox spreads on the floor

Sticky situation 
former lovers of brothels 
and whores
tell me what's in store

Eyes closed to the sheepish grin
Blocked off from her sin

Rape me again and make me feel
Nothing else is real...

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Quintessentially phantasmagoric,
  her cobalt skies' chimerical fancy
     whores itself out for poetry, 
sumptuously cached 'tween 
    a revelation's optical illusion
enchanting white knights 
     and seducing dragons alike,
her flimflam elusively lofty
 & difficult to evermore be captured
    amidst celestial spheres of rapture...

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Prostitution 

I never liked horses, 
oh yes, they are beautiful 
and dumb
and crap in their food
on the grassland of forever.
Horses are like Romanian women,
you catch them, rape them 
and tamed you sell them 
in Hamburg as tame whores, 
who can be ridden by any man 
for a bit of cash.
And all the owners of horses have
to do is to serve them weed....

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Run into open arms
Inviting secret charms
Race behind darkened doors
Harlots, rapists, worldly whores

Digress

Speak tones of love
Beautiful looking doves
Heavens gold is free and pure
Tempt me not just to be sure

Fly 

Wise to listen but even glisten
As a drop of water listen
On angels wings now glide
Free from earthly pride

Thou shalt not hide!...

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