.
Mind not shez
Front mine see
Luhvah
theirn
taut
tumid
bulbous
soft
giggle
gawk
At mine
look thru
Mine
bread winning
click click
see'd
Categories:
tumid, appreciation, art, work,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Fish flesh ceiling marinades evening in mandarin
Paprika streaks Alaskan sky, an exploded pumpkin
Garish stretch marks bruise tumid buttocks
Jack-o'-lantern flicker silhouettes summits
Door open draught steers me over masts, a compass
North chill Turmeric tingle bitterness burns sun jus
Snuffs frail wick candle into cavern skull sockets
Frigid fuselage discarded from flamboyant firey rocket
Hulls doubled on calm harbour curl fetal forget me not
Petal precious postcard sends rocking sleep to yachts
Resistant pristine peaks poke holes blood gush painful
Ski slid accident on apex restores pale flesh to angel
Pressed panes mist to witness her wings in awe, glory!
Nest of pick up sticks prickle, due dusk warns me
Crept shadows of chalets' thatched porches protect
Navy as battle ships torn apart, needle inks inject
Categories:
tumid, allusion, animal, bird, red,
Form: Couplet
Earth trembling
it's cold out there
even with that sun
strung up high
sun is hanged
Allahu Akbar
declined turning green
sun is suspended
lorn at stand-by mode
Allahu Akbar
sun is gasping
turned to swollen surface
metal bumblebees
repeatedly poking
circle around
shaping curvaceous silhouettes
buzzing
Allahu Akbar
shrilling
Allahu Akbar
sniveling
Allahu Akbar
swooped down to the pawns
faces turned tumid
remains blurry whether due to crying
or sharp pain occurred when
all went raven
scene left sun astonished
they didn't came to aid
they came to pulverize
sun has sealed his eyes
ceased to read their marks
bumblebees don't have a land
strategies
tactics
orders
they have
no land
child is trembling
it's cold out there
waiting for outline of cover to occur
hoping it isn't made out of plastic
and white
hoping
Allahu Akbar
for the hands
to pull that body
out of wreckage
all the fallen at western soil have a name
east remains un-censused
left incensed
oil is a seytan's tool
Categories:
tumid, war, , western,
Form: Free verse
Slave Girl
by Victor Ehikioya
I have left the gong,
The drum...
And those sticks that strike
The dead log,
To my mates, who yet, tarry
At the square with amulets
Flung around their necks.
My soles ache from trekking,
And my waist, too weak to
Jerk,
To the erroneous sounds of
Tumid timber.
Mama sees not these things
For I too foretell the seer's
Prank.
The letters on the gate,
Scare my thought.
It seeks refuge from
Swollen speeches
Bamboos and knives--
Belligerent folks.
I am the lad with a
Tattooed tooth,
Woven on the left breast.
The child with a soneri
Made to nimble on bare feet
As the tambor swells with
Rage;
To somersault and swirl,
Like the Eagle, with
Unintended misfortunes.
But now, I see their faces,
Gaunt!
Blurred with hate,
A smug with no smile.
They sit and scorn
Mimicking my rhythm,
And the runes from my
Charcoal-gray Mother.
The tin gods bear my step
Witness,
And my sniveling, the fools
That clamp my feet to Metals.
I am the gray child,
The voice beneath the sea
The monster in the man.
These things they fear,
For now the mountain,
Has fallen in the lake.
Categories:
tumid, africa, childhood, desire, pride,
Form: Free verse
.
Oh
their beauty may be
skin deep
Yet
As mine digit’s
Touch
the tumid flesh
giggles
lips and jowls
quiver
with mine each
press
haunch and hips
shudder
Oh
their beauty is
skin deep alright
Those beautiful lips
as they shook
calling out my name
those tears of joy
from the caverns of
deep
Oh
that was
beauty
Categories:
tumid, muse, passion,
Form: Free verse
.
So soft and pleasant
mine kith’s tumid humid lips
pressing on these hips
Uttering strongly
the vociferous pert miss
quivering
gasping
causing mine
limp
Categories:
tumid, friend, girl, passion,
Form: Free verse
.
The wild wind’s whisper haz
touched the budding roses
giving them life
The gawp from the writer
before the readers
yep
wuz jaw dropping
Yep
I’ve seen other roses
budding
yet these which were before me
yep
tumid
and were an umber
sought by many uh poets
Yet
I
yep
I
have outwitted
the masters
*Les clins d'oeil de poete
Categories:
tumid, sensual, vanity,
Form: Free verse
.
Glowing with tumid buds hern taut convex bear the frore morning tide's touch
*'bout thuh title, it wuz the only
way to share this Monoku with
y'all on one line ") it's a special
one for a special girl ')
Categories:
tumid, muse, uplifting, vacation,
Form: Monoku
,
His thick
bulky
solid
large hands
enveloped her
tumid
staunch
hot breasts
Tenacious he was
holding firmly
as she
to her shudder
her tremble
alas
calm warmth
last gasp
Categories:
tumid, passion,
Form: Free verse
.
Inching unto
the tumid capstones of hern
pixie's plush
quietly the genteel of i
continues
until her blush
and her digits reach
can you believe
for the likes of me
Touching my flesh
where I had use to fright
now this soul becomes flush
deep into my sinews
past mine speak
Categories:
tumid, passion,
Form: Rhyme
.
My eyes closed
just but for the second
it seemed for
length of days
she made me tarry
And as my eyes gave
to my brain birth
there she stood
her eyes gleaming
her arms
and tumid breast
salient
Two souls excited
ignited
Categories:
tumid, passion, thank you,
Form: Free verse
.
her tumid tulip's
i could not shift mine eyne's beam
she shamelessly share'd
Categories:
tumid, passion,
Form: Haiku
The trees no longer show to me
Their stamp of wondrous sanctity.
The whistling winds that nightly sing
No longer peace and solace bring.
The tumid sea so cold and deep
No longer lulls my soul to sleep.
The twittering birds so high on air
With me no longer songs do share.
The soul grown brittle from despair
Tries and tries but does not care.
Categories:
tumid, angst, depression
Form: Rhyme