What good is love, when guys and girls are whores?
What use are we, when all is the libido?
Good girls on their backs, bad girls on all fours,
secretly swoon for guys like the Mandingo!
Like “Deep Throat,” all women like giving oral;
and men just ask them if they spit or swallow?
Some men prefer to give a woman a**l;
and whether he's the Greek god of Apollo,
she'll act as though she loves it (bondage; gangbangs;
facials; threesomes; hotwifing with hung, black bulls;
and cuckolding—if guys could mount like Mustangs!).
Despite all of their lusting for pussyfuls,
men just want a loving lady of the Nile,
a beauty, an angel that is his maiden;
but a sweet talker, a prince charming with style,
women die for (a philandering Satan!).
O, the deeds that we do, but never discuss:
for The Age of P**n, we bend the knee as slaves!
Honor in public, without moral compass,
are deadly secrets taken to the graves.
Categories:
threesomes, america, desire, humanity, life,
Form: Ode
Can threesomes avoid apoplexy?
To have more than one might be sexy
He was amused
When his asks were confused
By the "girls" in the room called Alexi
Categories:
threesomes, character, computer, fantasy, psychological,
Form: Limerick
Workers in the rice fields,
Labourers on agrarian land,
They move in rows and columns,
They work assiduously until they are spent,
Until twilight wears its garment over the region.
It's the golden season,
The season that precedes the dry,
It’s a season when the land yields bountifully,
The land births a teeming population,
Nature has smiled over the fields.
They gather their harvest in silos and local shelters,
There’s enough for the home and market,
Then comes the annual festival,
They sing songs in their indigenous dialect,
They come out in colourful attire,
They extol Nature for his kind and merciful acts.
The town is a shadow of itself,
It sits in forlorn hope,
A lonely wind sweeps through its streets,
The fields have become a haven for birds and unseen creatures,
Land dispute, encroachment and trampled rights,
These threesomes have stripped the land of its beauty,
They have pushed the town down the cliff.
November 8, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.
Categories:
threesomes, lonely, lost, memorial day,
Form: Free verse
There are no more magic wands
no magical “godmothers”
to wave them
to inspire the dreamers.
No more “threesomes” of
bears, little pigs, or billy goats.
The Little Red Hen has been replaced
By Gordon Ramsay.
Pinocchio denied his dream
of being a real boy.
“The Little Engine That Could”
Is being told that
“it shouldn’t have”.
Atlas has been told
to stop shrugging.
Dick and Jane
have been expelled from school
for running, jumping, laughing
and not having Spot neutered.
“Show and Tell”
has become an expose’
of family dysfunction.
Recess has been banned
as no one should be
faster, quicker, or better
than anyone…..at anything.
Grading systems have become
evaluations of socio-political conformity.
Teachers have become “The Muppets”
manipulated by unseen hands.
And yet……
Children still sword fight with sticks
race each other to see…..who’s the fastest
wrestle, fall down, get bruised….and..
get up again….
TO PLAY.
John G. Lawless
7/12/2021
Categories:
threesomes, bullying, childhood, education, magic,
Form: Free verse
Occupied Hands
Please, forgive me. I have nearly forgotten how to shower love upon you, though I never stopped loving you. When rains were fierce, I could not resolve how to reach for you without dropping the shattered pieces of my heart.
When Loss becomes Life
Once a feverish lover, there existed a place in my heart for all, every bit of creation, every piece of you. I regret allowing loss to become my life, and how, even in this awareness, shame and sadness, I have not emerged for you.
Does Love Really Win
In this state of disrepair, I have become afraid of surrender, to allow anyone into the madness, my sadness and perfectly sensible insecurities. I fear playing a game where no one wins, no matter how much we give or how we forgive.
Inspired by Silent One's Threesome Contest in which one poem must be written in three lines. Contest was full, but I wanted to post these three threesomes anyway :)
Categories:
threesomes, forgiveness, loss, love, sorry,
Form: Free verse