#pole
Totemic— the drowned **** rises from the blasted shore, linking the severed heads, the spinal cord and collections of scorn.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
Two Men's vibes
burning reach my Evez ice.
Two my diamond cave enter.
underneath my water fall.
Vibration's from beyond,
two distinctive voices won,
ever twirling on and on;
deep as violins his pitch fiddle
his electrical guitar's timbre
command starry skies above!
My tantrick abyss below.
I love thee two, lovers mine.
Punjabi voice lover divine.
I thirst for yours all's mine
Our stars wisely magnetized!
Both cosmically energized.
A state of knowing is ours.
dancing eons on two poles,
to twirl on and ages on,
the mornings and eves long.
I twirl on two magestic poles.
Long shiny studs hard as steal!
First pole's twirl echoes longer
Kemah lover elite's older
ancient memory hunger!
Implant blue pill chip slumber.
From willow tree, past pole lover
to renewed beloved my forever Kemah twin oaks
two glistening poles
I am art twirl divine
from past to present LOVE
Lives on and on!
~~~
By Karijinbba
All Rights Revised 7-29-21.
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 12:58 PM UTC
the sun is sad
the moon was there
he looked in bad
as the injustice
the land was overlapped
it was occupied
and the dark landed
the stars were in pale
as in old pole
they do not attract
as the justice disappeared
who will return the right
to the weaken and broken mind
after it went wide
GOD only GOD
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
exactly what I told so bold:
not only you own a tired soul,
but also feeling colder than north pole...
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
I am ageing,
It's just a number,
The number of candles have increased on my birthday cake.
I have got heavier,
The width of my waist has increased,
There are wrinkles where my smiles were,
I pole dance with the safety bar in the bathtub,
Every time I cough or sneeze my radiator leaks,
My exhaust backfires,
I tend to forget,
I am not perfect,
But, I don't care.
I have become more compelling,
I am more silent,
More wiser , more smiling,
With greater intuition.
My mind is a fountain of youth,
I am fun,
I am now background music,
I am soothing
My family and their friends connect to me,
I fuel their soul,
They feel safe.
I may be an old model but my engine still runs smoothly.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
On the pole
I dance
Wild and free
Doing flips
And tricks
For all to see
On the pole
I forget
The harsh reality
Embraced in music
I can truly be
Carefree
On the pole
I can pretend
To be anybody at all
Elegantly entwined
Both body and soul
This Persona of mine
Who's not afraid to fall
On the pole
I dance
My wildest dreams
Feeling the lyrics
Of a song
Synching my Heart
To each beat
On the pole
I Dance
Within a room
Filled by stars
Gleaming with light
Portraying the beauty
Of the night
On the Ground
I land
Perfectly safe and sound
No applause but silence
Littered all around
Looking into the mirror
I'm standing there proud
There's nobody but me
Outterly spellbound
On the pole
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
happenstance collided, coincided, coagulated, et cetera
with hormonally graphic, dumbfounded circumstance
hence, only by a fluke did I manage
to worm winning trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer
vowing confidence
as a confidante sans this generic guy,
would never breach insidious, impious,
illustriously scandalous
tidbits, into a an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the motley crue
tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed
sound (cloud) proof coed bunker,
though escapades emanated noise asper a clunker
subsequently followed by wail of “just dunk her,”
while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby queer
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal,
whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendents,
Smoky and the bandits respectively,
magically, andhandily did ap pear
and despite one hundred percent bug free,
a whispered stance opted just to make sure
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency
describing clandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer
(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert,
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)
a rave orgiastic party
with orgamsic oohs and aahs
*** drugs and rock and roll,
that a band aided elf(ves)
laced with Pepper Minstix
(anonymously hashtagged
***** and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when alias Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting *******
code named Alabaster Snowball,
while additionally
besmirching her virginity
via ****** cavorting
amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied
with feverish boogie woogie flu
which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky gangnum style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and *** offenders if not worse.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
I've got my warrior ******* on
Wolverine lent me these acrylics
Lasso your credit card with my weave
Tuck your tunnel vision in my G-string
This is my ******* song
Got my bad girl heels on
You can't get me off your mind
So how you gonna get me off
Come over to the throne room
I've got an after for you baby
What other religion costs $25 per song
Give me your devotion
I want Matronage
Ritual
When I was 19 I turned days into kalediscopes
Water into water
Paper covers rock
And coke cures a bad trip
Trip over my perfume
You won't spend money on me High on life
So let's get you depressed
Tell me your story sad boy
I've got rent to pay.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
She should be sexier than my dreams,
Even more so should she be supportive,
Not selfish at all she should ideally be.
She should be kinder than even me,
Even more so should she be cooperative,
Unimaginably beautiful she would be.
She better be the inspiration I need,
Even for my poetry apart from my life,
Converting my blues to brighter hues.
She should have in beautiful pairs,
Even both of her eyes along with hands,
Untamable be her spirit in the night.
She should have her arms slender,
Even her waist should be such a ******
Above or under it will never matter.
She should learn awesome cooking,
Even singing will my mother be teaching,
Only that she has to be willing to learn.
She will have my company all the time,
Even dessert will be present in the bedroom,
Only I will love the two of her softies,
And she can grab my golf *****
As my pole goes in and out of her hole.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
She's pure alley cat
With fur and fluff so soft
She let's me pet her
If I put a hundred in the cuff
She dances like a pole cat
Around and around she swings
Up and down the bar
Spreading her butter flying wings
She can screech and howl
She's got the sharpest nails
When I jump on her back
She really gives me Hell
She's every boy's dream come true
She every boy's nightmare
She's purely into herself
She's a wink and your last prayer
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
Welcome my darling, love welcome.
Enter this realm I created with love,
Into that inner room you follow me.
Stout & charming reddish cylinder,
Curious you look closely at the pole,
Muscles have stiffened up so much.
Eager as we both had expected this,
I look into the lovehole you possess.
In the lovehole I insert my lovepole.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Your mommy thinks it's great and rewards you with a bowl of ice cream and a sticker after she just gave you a bath once being your twenty two is a little strange I'm just saying.
When all your Facebook friends like it and yet you've never actually
met one of your two thousand Facebook friends.
I'm not saying your a loser cause you live your live online
well yes I am sorry I'm a ****
When you write endless poems about how everyone in this world sucks look sure people are a pain in the *** .
But maybe instead of listening to hours of music about suicide and
other teenage horse **** maybe you should step out the door go into
that strange place called the outdoors get a drink get laid and try having a life instead of just ******** about everyone else.
When other people are brought to tears before you read the first line.
Yeah sure I want to listen to hours of spoken word poetry.
And maybe have a root canal as well.
Well at least with a root canal there's some free drugs.
Look get a keg maybe some other party favors and a wet T shirt
contest and that's a poetry reading you can count me in for.
When everyone on a website gives you a hundred likes and not a single comment yes the like button I hate it if you didn't know.
How do you know when your poetry ***** .
Well when it's used by the government to interrogate suspected terrorist at the airport and suspect screams out in agony .
Look whatever happened to good old fashioned water and car batteries and jumper cables ?
When your favorite subject is the girlfriend that ripped your heart out
and how your life isn't worth living since she left.
When if you had spent more time hitting the sack and less time working on her tenth sonnet.
Maybe she wouldn't be getting jack hammered by your best friend.
Hey write about that video they put out she's a total freak.
Sorry bout your loss now what was her number?
Yes bad poetry it's enough to drive a mental man sane trust me
that's why I drink so I can forget half the crap I've read .
Stay crazy kids .
Drinks on me Gonzo
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC