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Short-Termed Maiden of one's Friendship's expect
Then blast my Will to incapacitate
For sharing those Clouds; Though rained your affect
Were twisted to Pure Actions constipate
Just weakened I am to even advise
Why such Hallowed Plug pulled this New Sparkle
If Profile be cased and just inconcise
Ask the Author first if you be Humble
Though such Clues do bear, un-needed to Probe
If my Key was too Foreign for your Door
I suppose, like his Age, you chose that Road
Where Blokes just party and stomp on the floor.
The Korean was right; His Dance we can learn
Though never again your Trust I can earn.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;aopicho@yahoo.com)


I love life, because in living you get all problems
I love eating because you can constipate if you eat a lot,
I love women because they reduce pocket giants to beggars,
I love children because they instill economic tension to parents,
I love trees because green snakes derive poison from them,
I love poor people because their life is pure experiment,
I love rich people because they snobbishly love themselves
I love motor vehicles because they depreciate in a decade,
I love Americans because they have drones for Gaddafi,
I love Americans because they know nothing beyond their borders,
I love the British because they have a monarch in their democracy,
I love Europeans because they were perfect in colonialism,
I love Africans because they are natural stooges, but very showy
I love the Chinese because they are all short, young and commutalists,
I love the Catholic Church because it has liberal piety,
I love Muslims because they are not intellectually tolerant to Rushdie,
I love young girls because they rarely sense danger,
I love Germans because they made a beetle car; Volkswagen,
I love the Japanese for honesty; they declared me Shinto of poetry,
I love my wife for her spendthrift culture
I love my son for his disgust of school and books,
I love myself for being a poetic rapscallion,
I love everything for in love you display your folly,
I love music, wine and money; they expose you to the robbers
I love short people for their mediocrous thought pattern
I love tall women; they are dull, honesty and rarely divorce,
I love English hunchbacks for they are famed for being erotically strong.
One day, the body decided to choose, they all wanted a say, win or lose. Never knowing who was boss, had made them all tired, on that day, this is what transpired...

The heart said* "I should be in charge, I'm the toughest muscle and my love is large"
Said the feet, "Well, that's not fair. Without me you could go nowhere."
The hands spoke up, "Who helps you eat and drives your auto down the street?"

"Don't you like your balance, and how we help you dance, without us, you'd never stand a chance" said the arms in unison.
"Oh! But I'm not done" entered the heart, singing this tune "I guide you all blindly along, bringing hope and faith, why not sing my song?"

This sorely raised the sphincter's ire... "Without me, all you would expire... I'll constipate and blur the eyes, make you weak within the thighs. Make the brain go comatose, dribble on you feet, yea, that would be gross..."

****** says to all, clear as day "Excuse me! I have something to say! Without me, you'd all be no more, for I give life, you're all a bore. I'm done with this stupid dispute!"
"Ummm, excuse me love muffin," says the thighs, "But if I didn't open wide, your point would be mute!"

The eyes chimed in, "Look here... Oh, that's right... You cannot see... Who better to guide you along... Without my help, how lost you'd be"

"I have a question." said the brain.  "Don't you thin... Oh, wait... Without me you're all nothing. Legs couldn't walk, mouth could not talk, heart wouldn't believe and no one would breathe!"

"I'm your pull toy, your magic ****... I make the babies... Yes, I be a *****!" said Mr. You Know Who
"I think you smell funny" laughed the nose,  "Go cry to your mommy,  Boohoo!"

"If you think that smells bad," said miss muffin... "Take a lick on this and then get stuffin!"

"Don't forget about me! I can hear, I'm important too, I'm your ear!"
"Well, I'm more important, I let you all breathe" said the lungs.
"Without me you couldn't speak!" said the mouth, sticking out his tongue.

Said the sphincter, "I've told you all so... Without me working you'd be slow, you'd grow weak and cease to function and I'll close up with no compunction...."  The other vital organs heard and then conceded without a word and then came the extremities who had no choice but to agree.

*Now you know, this little story goes, you don't need to be a brain to be boss, just an *******.
Working with Quin! I truly fangirled a little, such an amazing opportunity! This collaboration was so much fun! Thanks again to you Quin, for writing this with me! ❤
Quentin Briscoe Sep 2012
I can picture You embeded in my skin...tattooed sin...As I flex you move...a gyrating women...grip closer to me...speep ink into my viens...Send your poison to my brain...make it say your name...stamped by your mission to own me...you control me...grab me by the horns and hold on, bull ride me...and constipate my body so i'll never ******* you...brand me with the emblem of beauty...its your duty, to use me as your mirror on the wall to get cutesy...Im enchanted...when Im branded...fantasized when Im alone..but your embeded in my skin...so we'll always be at home...and the fairest in the land will have a blackend tone...cuz even tho snow is white...it still sparkles when its dark at night...
Poet B Lee Apr 2010
It’s natural and yet I am told I think too much about it
Is it my weakness that my thoughts are drawn so to the ******?
Is it a sin that when I reflect on the fire ignited between our skins
my hips’ response is immediately so hypnotic
I tried to wash this burn from my body like a constipate would take a colonic
But I have resigned there’s not much that I can do about it
**** logic
I’ve already studied the ****** in your hips-- finding its reciprocal is my latest project
And will never forget to kick you down some Real Knowledge
Forever your Queen therefore my virtue remains solid
There is not another who dare lay finger pon it
Resigned to keep the reflection of my dejection so flawless
The dances done alone with two digits are so harmless
This used to subdue the need there always, regardless
But no one listens to a Woman, just trying to be Honest
BLF 4/26/2009
Queen Poetess B (BLF)  Copyright © 2009  All Rights Reserved.
NEEDLE!  Through the middle of a razor-edge!  Face in face out face sin face spout!  I cannot see through the masochism of honesty, corrupt the faucet and leak and drain into a towel of wet PAIN!  Holes rid themselves of fantastic-type dust! (And on the cusp of agony's grateful constitution hereby is a sitar scimitar). Unwilling to grow old into throats of bold and I am here today so what does it matter?  Cough n' clap n' clasp n' rappin' sapping my soul's voidy tounguester. Have I become throats?  Or abomination ropes?  Tungsten blow-hole deep neath the depths of water-disgust!  Rapture came along with whipping writhing throngs of toothpaste convolution tongs pulling out the wrongs and wrong doings of King Kong's rightful songs.  Randomize architecture so that a building can grow from blue dirt into the sky and spread at the top and cover the entire planet of the human-beings where there'll be forever-shade shading shaded, faded, blue.  Tuesday is a monkey banana bonanza bizarre bizarre scarring n' scaring little toothpick carrying caring creatures faring their merry way past curds and whey fields.  Acclimate to constipate and betroth-berate irritate-type tube tape.  Youthful castor plaster made from youngster disaster number: one.
It's all I felt like writing.
Samuel H Oct 2017
Leave me bruises and pain
If that's what it takes for a date
It would even be paid!
"Not gonna happen" I would not take
But wait wait I barely know your name
And that's why we need to up the game
Just want to know you're not wearing somebody else's shell
Just need to know your name, your real name
Oh girl, you backpack?
I think I just hit 21, blackjack!
Gluten intolerance I can tolerate  
Gluten makes you constipate anyway
This poem wants to say "Yo eyes so drowning blah blah blah"
But my heart wants to say "Words don't cut it nah nah nah"
Ahhh **** it. Cliche alert
Like egg yolks to grannies
Your eyes are candies
So I just threw up and swiped right
What do you say? Should we fly a kite and eat some Thai?
Recited this silly poem to a gluten free girl I found intriguing today. She impersonates a perfect granny voice and loves Thai food. Just some context.
A Simillacrum May 2018
The wild conspires to drive you
The wild saw that you chose
To choose to procreate

The wild oscillates your willing *****
The wild saw you prideful
To choose to constipate

To choose to constipate your brain
Retire all synapses
To choose to favor fevered hate
Retire all empathy

How was it then that I was born with this cup
Spilling with love white knuckle locked in hand?
Why was it then that I tried hard to heal such
Ruptured sutures holding growing wounds?

That's what I do

If I hang
Hang around
Mirror mirror
May find me dead
May find me you
Staring out
Alive
If I hang
Hang around
Kafka knows
Mirror glass
May find me you

The wild conspires to drive you
Back to caves
Back to holes
Back to rocks
Back to hate

The wild conspires to drive me
Back to fear
Back to shouts
Back to darkness
Back to hate

But I'll escape

Mama,
May your heart
May the wounds
Mercy you

How does it feel?
To know that I
Theorized
I was my own
Person then
Became her thoughts
Until she took shape?

How does it feel?
To know the pain
Of the outcast
Without your
Blood bound herd
Without your
Vengeful words?

How.
How does it feel?
Nature's insurance
Her backup plan
For when she sees
Her beings fall from peaks
For when she notices
Human hubris growth
Goes uncontrolled

Nature she.
She will see.
She'll watch the heat
Consume the earth
Never lift a finger

For her fires
For gasoline
Will prosper
Will immolate
Nothing lost
Nothing gained

I will light
Lit by fire
For the kids
For the peers
I deny
Vehemence
For the ******* future

How. How does it feel?
To catch your anger poisoning
The well?
PassionUnique Apr 2015
Behind closed doors
There  was a time  when a man  like him didn’t  speak  to  a women  like  her, but  I guess you  could compare  it to a point of time in history where  men  and women  knew how  to  stay faithful  to one another, without  all the complications  of  another  man  kissing  on his  wife  and  her  EXCUSE  would be that her  husband  was never there for her  emotionally
Or  when  a  women was left at her bed side   because  she  had  just  found out the man  she once  LOVED  was  having  an  affair  with one  of  her  closes friends, which  now  pregnant  with  their THIRD  child , praying  that when  she  found  out about  the  other women ,  that he would tell her that’s all she is  “the other women”,  
So now they are  left  with the choice  to talk  it out  for  the sake of  the 4 kids  they share or she   leave  him  where  she first  found him,  in  the  closet with  his  drink in one  hand, a  pack  of “ Smokes” in the other,  and the excuse he would use  was  that   she  didn’t  love him  enough, or  she  was  too  busy  being self-centered,  even  though  she  maintained  the  cooking and  cleaning,  taking  care  of  their  kids while also  maintaining  two  jobs  because her  husband could  not  even  keep one,
  Well  now  they  are   both left  in  the  middle  of  the  living room  just  staring at  each other  hoping   one  of  them  will break the silence because  silence kills, hoping one  or  the  other will explain their actions , because I mean  that’s  what its all about they  want at  the end  of  the day right  Hope, a prayer that It  can be fixed,
  It seems to  never  happen,  because what  they  don’t  realize is they  are both  fighting  for the  same  thing,  a question only boundaries can  clarify, so the both  of  them  just continue to stand  in the middle of the room unable  to see the  objective of  their   subjective issues,  they  are  so  busy  fighting   in  their  minds  that  they  can’t   even  start  to  constipate  on  the  idea   of  going  back   to  what  a  real  marriage  is   back to when  there  was such  thing as  COMMUNCATION ,  
She   moves her   foot   hoping  he  moves  his  lips  and  words come spilling   out,  he  blinks  his  eyes  praying  she  makes  the  first  move   because  he  doesn’t  know  what  to  say to  her , he  cries  silently   inside as  she  yells  outside  her  head  but  inside her intentions grow because she wants him to hear her point and he knows she speaking clear enough,
So now what they have reduced themselves to  this silent war the both them  afraid  to  take  Physical Action, so the  take  turns  walking away silently careful not  to take  a step to  loud that would force one or  the  other  to turn around , so  they turn  away from  each other, to  sleep in different beds  since that’s seems to be the only  thing they can  agree on for  tonight.
LOVE what does that feeling mean anymore the  one  verb  people  tend  to  overlooked, symbolically it  used  to  mean UNBREAKABLE , a  word   that  now  has no  meaning  its  thrown around  like a TOY in the need of  batteries
A  BOND   between  the ones daring to show affection ,but  now  it’s  just an action  that  everyone  is to scare to  show  rightly  anymore,  nonsense is the correct term,  so now  we  are  face  to face with  the  big  lime  green  elephant  in the room  running  away  like  its  being chanced around  by  mouse  careful  not  to  get  it  stuck  in its  trunk, starting new issues to avoid the current ones,  enjoying  pleasant conversations  in front of people, because we all know if  really think about it the picture  you  paint in front of people is  what they will always assume  happens Behind Closed Doors.


-Passion_Unique
Dondaycee Aug 2017
Questions… if I don’t ask them they’ll get the best of me,
If I ask them at the wrong time, I’ll lose the answers,
Time itself will fail to digest in me.
Einstein said if such a thing existed it would be simultaneously,
So why did the past constipate me? Right now things are hard to swallow,
Because what I see is ahead, and, this **** is cutting me off from the rest of me.
“The important thing is not to stop questioning, curiosity has its own reason for existing.”
****** Albert, if this is food for thought, what’s the recipe?
And don’t say imagina… wait, if imagination is everything, then I’ll use it to remove the crap from yestereve.
Why did Arkyi have meaning? I mean, it’s palindrome did.
Maybe Iykra had an acronym for a reason.
I looked for the publisher but there was no trace or date, who ever did this wanted to remain hid.
I know it has some type of meaning,
Numerology says one, Astrology says Sun,
Horoscope says Attractive personality with a magnetic charm,
Why is Symbolism for rarity repeating?
Unity of one; structure of pride, purpose, and determination,
This raps into a kingdom in Israel and the culture of Hebrew,
That’s odd but I see the cohesion.
Odd because it goes back to a man named Abraham, the one that left Mesopotamia.
Crazy because Mesopotamia was linked with Atlantis, a global civilizations that fell after its main island suffered a sinking.
Now this is just my imagination guiding me, I’m not stating anything.
But, imagination is the tool to create, and I’m creating a line that’s linked in...
-Well at least that’s what I’m thinking,
Understand that I’ve reached a level of decoding messages many can’t comprehend,
It’s not me but it’s me, haha I’ll let that sink in.
Back to Abraham, Abraham means the father of many,
He died at one hundred and seventy-five years old.
Now get this, Noah died at nine hundred and fifty,
According to my research, reaching almost a thousand years of living was more than possible during the times of Atlantis, now that’s old.
Wait, before you give up on me, hear me out, I’m just looking for answers,
If it makes you feel better, assume that I’m thinking out loud with a different perspective that was never told.
Now I’m warning you these next few lines are gonna either make you question some things,
Or view me as a crazy man expressing opinions that are bold.
We’ve (meaning humans) have been in contact with 3 different extra terrestrial species,
You don’t have to believe me, but
They’ve been here for at least two hundred and seventy million years,
Don’t ask me how I know, ask yourself, why is this information being controlled?
These are 3 groups that have been competing before earth, understand as below, so above and as above, so below.
One of these groups created the dinosaurs which was an eighty-five million year experiment,
They later allowed the meteor to hit the earth because it was time for a new project,
If you noticed the mammal species on earth flourished immediately after, this is something to know,
God is very much in the picture, if anything, this shows its true power and infinite structures of life.
This isn’t new, it’s been foretold.
Our bodies were celled, yes, humans are about forty thousand years of age and counting,
But our souls are directly from the source, God, and we are not the body but a soul,
Whom inhabits a body for a physical experience,
Call it a matrix, call it a game, call it a school, call it whatever you want but the reality is after physical existence, there’s another place we go.
Now this is what makes us special, why we have so much support and why earth is currently the center of attention,
Because after Atlantis fell, we were given only thirteen thousand years to be ready to shift into the fifth dimension.
It took Atlantis twenty plus thousands of years to reach such ascension,
Thus explaining abductions, one of the reasons is for comprehension,
They’re trying to understand how humans have the ability to ascend past their extension.
As I said before, darkness is a limit, hatred, envy, greed; these are doors blocking the light.
Boundaries blocking the acceptance of all is why many can’t see or experience the same visions.
I’m trying to provide knowledge to those with ignorance, so that we are all able to achieve our true potential,
This opportunity is monumental, don’t blow it by making cowardly decisions.
Let’s not forget to mention, many died for this,
Many lied for this, many put their goals aside for this.
Many hide from this, voices rise for this, so that all instead of few are able to revive and arrive in bliss.
If the sunrise is missed, I hope that the deprived survive the sunset and deny divide and apply divine inside for flight in sight of demise, a device structure to contrive a goodbye when the next opportunity scripts.
Is Arkyi the future me showing the past me Iykra so that I am able to connect the dots and unite all before the me now becomes apart of a myth?
Einstein said, “No problem can be solved by the same level of consciousness that created it.”
After researching, imagination activates the cognitive mind, an intuitive shift,
Asking myself questions, and using imagination presented me answers that demodulated ****.
Albert: “The only source of knowledge is experience.”
This is me using  knowledge to educate how to experience knowledge from  within for the times we get discombobulated and quit.
JB Claywell Jan 2018
the world is coated
with honey,
if you just know
where to lick.

once a year
I drink too
much whiskey;
eat enough
cheese to constipate
King Kong.

and,
when I wake up
the following year,
the ocean flows from
my pecker into porcelain;
I swallow enough
Tylenol and tap water
to fill it up again.

once again,
the world is as right
as the wrongs remaining
will let it be.

The next revolution,
resolution,
revelation,
begins
again,

already
forget­ting
where to find
the sweetest
honey in the
hive.

*
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
What if
the Moon was just a giant torch using Duracell,
well,
who can tell me that it ain't?

and we are painted figurines
stood still
while someone changed the scenery?

What if what we see is the memory of life
the
way it used to be?

Reality is overrated
we eat too much
get constipated

it's a slog
a dog eat dog
and that's a feat
preservatives
forced into meat,
monosodium
is not your mate,
it hates you
body. mind and never mind
the soul
you eat it to be swallowed whole
by conglomerates that constipate
you even more,

Eager for a micro burger?
go macho
go macro

I eat crow
but
we've all done that.
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2017
there's nothing quite like being rudely woken
by a cat - that sort of shadow you wish you
had to steer off the incubus...
     only the ugliest of the norse founded
kiev...
      i wonder, as i manage to peck a spider
off the corner of my room, drink,
then eat it, and subsequently imitate
regurgitation, upon having eaten body,
and then finding the legs,
these twisting, coiling artefacts of some
sort of disembodiment...
  i really was planning to drink this whiskey
in the afternoon, then the rudeness of the cat
waking me,
              then the rage against the machine
and the idea of a buddhist,
and then the voice, that would never
amount to the said theatric of burn ******
burn...
         i can't compete being drunk and
it only being nearing 7 a.m.,
       i can only cite:
  paper boy took the day off.
                        and i lost count to
every counted sunday,
thinking it a monday;
and that's a half of a hey-yah! thong
    bridget huan jonson jerking off
the next nesting jose johnson,
calling him enrique joe.
                     or: amazon god king
conquistador it's sunrise you *******...
people have to "work",
yeah, they "work", they're
rhetoricians!
             they're the embodiment of
what's spectacular about
western society...
          high brow romancing of
      the averted moral spectrum,
like i really did begin to start ******* cockroaches...
and these women were my sunrise...
    keep the gangrenes,
the *******, the abbies...  
i love that term,
it's like reviving: greengrocer...
        like calling a pet donkey a
chihuahua and then for asking oral ***...
calling it a sloppy-jappy...
      as if it was aimed as sushi shooting
the raw argument.
hence the love of h'america...
no, i never admire or fashion
the idea of americans waking up
i the globalist part of new york,
that's gobalist, and the 24h oops...
oh wait, you didn't realise we were insomniac?!
fucl me... afternoon for them
is like pretending breakfast for the rest
of us...
        i think the dieticians call
it fibre, or something twice as hard to digest,
twice as hard to constipate out on,
and thrice the name of a wife.
i really love they didn't
catch up on the insult:
it's a bit like eating humus,
or catching the sunset.
Deep inhalation and exhalation
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin

dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting

state of emergent euphoria amalgamate
ting in tandem with prescription
medication to leverage mental
quiescence holistically ameliorate
counterproductive suicidal waves

riding roughshod, which repeatedly
pulsate, oscillate, and nurse qua mantra
generate breakers animate
ting my state of consciousness
incessantly inundated with said

stormy sea re: brawl mailer
daemons intent to annihilate
stealthily, jarringly,
and devastatingly annunciate
without warning a tsunami

drowning spirited lifesource,
an undesirable nihilistic thought,
I unwittingly, hatefully,
and accurately anticipate
emotional tug of war

as better angels arbitrate
struggling successfully to arrogate,
and establish erstwhile equilibrium
lest body electric will self asphyxiate
such deep seated

respiration aims to attenuate
ninety nine point nine nine nine...percent
effortlessly injecting willpower,
and survival overpowering
strength modus operandi to dominate

self destructive negative feedback loop
constantly (i.e. daily)
vying to authenticate
practiced discipline, sans shut eye
transcendent mindset to calibrate

and stymie passivity to capitulate,
where resignation writ large checkmate
ting ability to experience and consummate
spiritual ecstasy, wherefore I contemplate
the simple practice the

benefits to coordinate
setting aside absolute
value able quiet time to cultivate
blockbuster, regarding crushing
beast within that doth debilitate!
I sit upon my regal throne
wait for morning constitution
in a vast universe I'm alone
home in a mental institution
all the pills constipate me
keep hounds of hell at bay
kingdom beyond bars I see
peasants I command obey.
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2020
that meek and fizzle
dazzle and lobe...
the best of the boyz
and the Slouch...
*******:
pest: prefect...
  the unique
3d... social h'america...
not! because!
it's! beginning
with...
that... inbreeding...
iowa!
this super-state
of inbreeding antics
and...
clown-

dye dead mascara
         thumb loot
    of "leisure"...

  this... clown and
new dutch...
   like a lake of a thousand
frozen eyes...
      like scissors...
and a skidding bark & bite...
     like teeth and memorandum...

the faking and fake...
my breaking the brittle..
the hour's near...
the harvest h'americana...
i need the fugitive of worship!
i need advent to culminate
with a "europe" to constipate
the confines of old europe
this borrowed: bored...
this new continent of Cain...

the best kept nugget loaded
skim of a peace in a loiter
of re(a)d....

— The End —