In our maniacal world madness cosplay nativity.
When sanctuary is cynical take cyanide outside in
a synchronized social suicide.
Life at your disposal realize life is disposable.
Lacking eye warble, below-zero countertop marble.
Stumble over the five o'clock Hobble.
Humble, Crumpled up macro-cookie crumble.
Spade shovel buried down transient mumble.
Blood musk parfume; false whale entrails.
Innards inward into inferior interior design.
Set fire to the nativity scene, in our maniacal world
It'll still continue in laughing, surround sound loud.
It'll still narcissistically orbit around me.
Outstanding flavour; some forever ever-lasting long.
Ever-after ended up ending fantastic. God dammit.
Gob-smacker, toe tapper, boot-smacker.
Folded laundry lay on the nighttime pavement.
It'll still go.
In the Age of Spin.
It just happen.
No way, It just happen?
It just happen.
It go like it just happen.
It go how it just happen.
What happen?
It just happen.
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Came my announcement one day.
I won't need the strength of a linebacker
to make my chosen profession pay.
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Grasping them tight like in a vise.
Even the big ones, I'd call a 'wacker.'
I might have to squeeze those twice.
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Those that are ripe enough for picking.
With every blow, I'd be the attacker,
getting all the sweet meat by pricking.
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
It's a job at which I'd excel.
I'd earn the title, 'Best Nut Smacker,'
when they shout, "That hurt like hell!!"
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
I'd be picky ‘bout the ones I'd choose.
No one would ever call me a 'hacker,'
for when I'm done, there'd never be a bruise.
*Thank you, Caren Krutsinger, for graciously agreeing to allow me the use of your title. We took different forks at the crossroad. ;-)
An airborne marvel, so pretty,
Your flight, relentless, soars with might,
Your features, colorful wonder.
Sunflowers hail sun merrily,
Your nectar sip, mid-air delight,
Stirs my senses with your smacker.
Rose’s nectar so sweet and juicy,
You drink with a sweet appetite,
Feeding your chicks, your sweet nectar.
You rest on flower stems rarely,
You love shower in rainy night,
Your fervent flights, worthy ponder.
Nature thrives, for centuries free,
With you, preserving its decree.
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Tarry leather stuck a hat in an Eagle's feather and called it a smacker while it looked for the wise cracker. And the tarry leather came alive personified. But, it wiggled away while it was inside. And, though it died, oh, the experience to metamorphasize was so faded wise. This poem may come across as word salad but it's suppose to be more like the jabberwacky or more like my poem the jabbertalky. Thousands have read my poems but I still get beaded sweat across my brow. Yes, it must be so faded wise. And these words on a page are all it implies. I'm an artist of drama. Know man or woman I can see in sight. And to me that's faded wise.
Occasionally in life comes a welcome surprise
Fierce determination seen in Nancy Pelosi’s eyes
Upon visiting Ukraine to support Zelensky
~ She bolstered his stock (and his smile) immensely
One day we were at the pool.
Jumping off the diving board !
That was a big jump.
! They just did belly smackers.
I would not do a belly smacker.
It would hurt.
! That was a perfect dive.
They were running around the pool.
It was very slippery.
! They all fell.
The the life guards were yelling.
The pool was packed everyone was yelling.
Then ! Everyone went silent.
That was the biggest splash ever.
One day we were at the pool.
Jumping off the diving board !
That was a big jump.
! They just did belly smackers.
I would not do a belly smacker.
It would hurt.
! That was a perfect dive.
They were running around the pool.
It was very slippery.
! They all fell.
The the life guards were yelling.
The pool was packed everyone was yelling.
Then ! Everyone went silent.
That was the biggest splash ever.
One day we were at the pool.
Jumping off the diving board !
That was a big jump.
! They just did belly smackers.
I would not do a belly smacker.
It would hurt.
! That was a perfect dive.
They were running around the pool.
It was very slippery.
! They all fell.
The the life guards were yelling.
The pool was packed everyone was yelling.
Then ! Everyone went silent.
That was the biggest splash ever.
I know a young lady named Kimmie
A big smacker I wish she could gimmie
Plus a long distant squeezie
From this dear Asian sweetie
Would sure put a zing in my dinghy
A kiss a kiss, its only a kiss
Pucker up and try not to miss
A sign of affection and joy
When boy kiss girl, girl kiss boy
If its a peck on the cheek
Or a lip smacker you need
Makes you feel warm inside
And secretly make a big sigh
They say thats how it starts
But only you decide how far
Feeling that warm embrace
Eye to eye, face to face
Your lips slightly touch together
The feeling that nothing can better
A kiss a kiss, its only a kiss
Not only can make you feel this
You will know its perfectly right
When you're lips touch so tight
Lip smacker candies that float in the air
singing hearts and sweetened tarts
she kisses him, with tender loving care
cuz she loved him from the very start
There once was a smurf named Smurfette,
who smurfed around in a blue smurfvette.
She dated a smurf whose first name was Smacker.
When they had their first date he smurfed and smacked
her.
And from that day on, he will forever be known
as Smacker Smurf, smurf smacker.
A big smacker on the bum is usually a good sign
Especially if accompanied by an extra long sigh
If the other party drools
Even better the rules
For a long and happy set to, if no one's nearby
Life isn't all roses, other kinds come to mind
But flowers are flowers doesn't matter the kind
Though some are stinky
All are pretty, me thinky
When added by a smacker on the bare behind
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