"copulate" poems
ignore all possible concepts and possibilities ---
ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust ---
just make it, babe, make it:
a house a car a belly full of beans
pay your taxes
****
and if you can't ****
copulate.
make money but don't work too
hard --- make somebody else pay to
make it --- and
don't smoke too much but drink enough to
relax, and
stay off the streets
wipe your *** real good
use a lot of toilet paper
it's bad manners to let people know you **** or
could smell like it
if you weren't
careful
80k
He thwack no metronome to kick oneself
Thwack his **** sucker
With his monolithic flaccid trunk rubber
Me and my Dalek doped
And my excrement unsweetened
Copulate in the open without my jockstrap
You shat encrusted to what you deflowered
So at arm’s length ****** from all that we excreted in the wind’s eye
And I bounce a bedevilled backwash
My incredibles are shafted
I’ll **** **** to Arab
We only jabbered hasta la vista amongst homophones
I croaked a hundredweight arsonists
You **** posterior to her
And I **** **** to…
I **** **** to myself
I ****** you powerfully
The body beautiful’s not enough to go round
You enjoy spanking and I wallow in *********
And ***** is like a tobacco teabag
And I’m a bijou **** coming the corsets in custody
We only jabbered hasta la vista amongst homophones
I croaked a hundredweight arsonists
You **** posterior to her
And I **** **** to…
Arab, Arab, Arab, Arab, Arab, Arab, Arab
I **** **** to…
I **** **** to…
We only jabbered hasta la vista amongst homophones
I croaked a hundredweight arsonists
You **** **** to her
And I **** **** to Arab
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 4:34 PM UTC
In a broken down hut
In the middle of the wood
Nor pizza hut nor Squirrel's nut
Can calmly describe that, that could
And somewhere within thy
Lies a seemingly twisted fate
Where two old hags bye and bye
Will simultaneously copulate
It would arise my suspicion
Should there be a banana
and henceforth there be a petition
To Outlaw that Repulsive banana
For one to see into the future
Monkeys would be granted intelligence
Causing bananas to nurture
and my brain to be punctured by a fence
If you still can't see
That bananas are a fruit
Then I guess you will have to ***
While gassing toot toot
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
III
Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped,
Peleus on Thetis stares.
Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid,
Love has blinded him with tears;
But Thetis' belly listens.
Down the mountain walls
From where pan's cavern is
Intolerable music falls.
Foul goat-head, brutal arm appear,
Belly, shoulder, ***
Flash fishlike; nymphs and satyrs
Copulate in the foam.
7.4k
I've got a Chopper,
You can have ****** *********** with it if you like
It's got a trug, a Jew's harp that rattles the windows
And creatures to make it mosey around crack
I'd stretch jeans cheesecake abutting you if I could, but I used plastic toast
You're the kind of ***** that thrusts into *** my bodiliness
I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags
I've got a disguise it's a torso of a Irish bull
There's a slit high up the skirt Miss World's bra-burner and gross
I've grappled page—3 girl for bouts
If you think Miss Universe could spasm creamy then I guess Mr Universe should
You're the kind of ***** that slides in with my wads
I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags
I **** a chimpanzee and he hasn't got a stage—door Johnny
I don't copulate why I cock—a—doodle—doo him Gerald
He's inseminating à la carte geriatric but he's a voluptuous chimpanzee
You're the kind of ***** that stuffs *** my gallons
I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags
I've got a Welshwoman of pornographic Casanovas
Here a Don Juan, there a Lothario, prognosticators of obscene persons of opposite *** sharing living quarters
Beg a bonk if you be on heat, they're on the back of the *****
You're the kind of ***** that spasms indoors using my lump
I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags
I **** custom—built dead men of doo-wop passages
Incognito Muses, faceless ching, most of them are Barbie
Let's **** into the odd kitchenette and **** landlady creature
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
*take me to your serenity..
so you feel joy in the deserted ..
give me a privilege and a name ..
in order to reign in your heart and in it excite plump body ..
can't run and hide from the conscience ..
could not bear the will of passion flame ..
the soul has long been frozen and can't be extinguished to felt ..
i want to give a bear hug to a small shoulder and crushing the faithfully ..
creeps passionate embrace your body with longing coals ..
kissing your thin lips deeply until it burn your desire..
**** your tongue wild until unsatisfied romance ..
licking strong passion in your chest until bubbling subsided ..
shake your wild fantasy to spoiling you with endless fondling ..
your night is ocean impression that never fade..
wading and paddling memories together ..
beautiful, warm and whole in your arms..*
┈┈┈┈»̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶ ƦУ »̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
hadirkan aku dalam heningmu
agar tenang engkau dalam sepi..
beri aku sebuah gelar dan nama..
agar dapat kubertahta dalam hatimu dan berkuasa dalam tubuhmu..
tak dapat nurani untuk berlari sembunyi..
tak sanggup kodrati diri memikul rasa..
lama jiwa itu membeku dan padam hingga tak sempat merasa..
inginku peluk hingga remuk pundak kecil kesetiaanmu..
mendekap gigil gairah tubuhmu dengan bara kerinduan..
melumat tuntas gelisah bibir tipismu hingga bergetar lunglai..
menghisap liar asmara lidahmu hingga terpuasi..
merengguk hasrat peluhmu yang berjatuhan hingga terpulasi..
menggagahi kencang gairah didadamu hingga membuncah surut..
menyetubuhi manjamu dengan cumbuan tak berkesudahan..
malammu adalah samudra kesan tak berpudar..
mengarungi kenangan dan mengayuh kebersamaan..
indah, hangat dan luruh dalam dekapan..
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
vampiric ***** house
a fearful symmetry
of cleavers for something to love
***** addicted
pearly satin's copulate
a continent of curves
ovoid rectums and raw mouths
in a ritual of sadistic etiquette
drenching phallus tongued spit
like gales of flames
at a masochists invitation
for foot blooded kisses
and heated lopped breast
eager haunches thunder
in a malignant lust
********* utopias **** cyclops
spreading winkling's dribbling
night operas
in a red cathedral of flicker hives
squealing euphoria's hemic arcade
with greased ******* that break backs
fluting throats ***** chromatic fizz
and shrilling wombs flutter like bat wings pandemonium
in the museum of the moon
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
Andrew ate my tamales inside of 11 minutes,
and soon there will be more kerpustiuous ones ready to taste.
Watching ****** through three different windows; all broken at the moment.
Anyone have a sheet of blood to give to my mad mothers rage?
Let us copulate together for the glory of this fleeting age;
yet inside eleven minutes
the leaning waxy vomper mice shall dance upon my wig and deliver unto me an aching head.
So let me not,
no do not,
let me live
through this night so dark and shmear-ed upon this graven face.
Nay, let me live toward this learn-ed light with a hand to hold,
and away to learn your shining grace.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
The male tortoise was quite harried,
more than that hurt,
not being able to get
the logistics right,
to copulate with its mate,
even after repeated attempts,
in which the girl did her best!
The keeper of his cage
and other men stood
as mute spectators,
looking the other way
acting coy,
offering no help.
**How could he know
that they didn't want
to be seen
as a zoophilous lot!**
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
.
The scrape of stone on stone,
a shaft of light breaks through,
with a rush of air, fresh and new,
the chambers soul is bared.
Fractals dance enticingly
on millennia old rock,
catching shards of mica sparkles,
soft prisms copulate in the air.
The mist clears,
graceful in its retreat,
and reveals a scene from
another place, another world.
Another reality.....
© Pagan Paul (05/02/17)
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
Logos enters not
in matters of the Mythic,
yet they copulate.
Mythos is a realm
wholly separate from Logos
yet they interplay,
This dynamic play
in a mythicly tuned mind;
akin to wisdom.
Mythos and Logos
dancing cosmically onward
as if Yin and Yang.
To shun one and cling
zealously to the other
is tantamount to
fearing Death until
the day it's icy finger
points itself at you:
You miss out on all
the wondrous things in this life;
Enjoy here and now.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
I learned this in undergrad; That I'm a "yes person" defined. In self-defeatist monotony, I think I burned out my mind.
Hypocrisy personified, notebooks filled with lies. Prerequisites were full of **** Required, to them, didn't apply.
Monopolistic macroeconomies, business school taught me to hide. A complete lack of self-reliance, an endless search for a diagnosis.
Cross-tabulate, over-analyze. I swore to them, "I'm fine." But, what's an existential crisis? I'm just asking for a friend.
Procrastinate to copulate, never finishing on time. My inability to articulate, dying to feel alive again inside.
Hesitation turned desperation, finally deciding to speak my mind. It only took me five years to admit that I was just too starved to shine.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
PREAMBLE
*in the future
we’ll all be perfect
and there’ll be peace forever
and no one will have to complain ever
cos we’ll know
every part of body and brain and mind
and we’ll have them all fixed wherever*
1
in the future
people will not say 'Ouch!'
they will say 'Yum!'
cos we’ll have fixed
the part in the brain
where they feel pain
and it’ll all be pleasure
but the skin point
or tissue point
would all have implants
for auto-repair
2
in the future
people need not go to school
cos we’ll have enough good drugs
to fix their brains
and diamond points in their folds
for life-long
updates and upgrades;
and those Outdates
we'll slow humane-terminate
3
in the future
people will never feel negative
or down
cos we’ll know where it comes from
and flood it with the juices
from the smiley area
cos we’ll know where they come from too
and we can control brain droughts and mind floods
4
in the future
women will not carry babies
nor men either;
so couples can have ***
each strong in desire
and like satyrs in performance
and all no condoms either
and they’ll never conceive
cos we’ll have all the combinations ever
in frozen silos
that we’ll make copulate in infinite
possibilities and impossibilities
5
we’ll still have nations though
cos the Leaders will be able to choose
what brains they want their citizens to have
and all engineered
in the Nation Babies Pods where all babies will come from
so that we will still have
China Mind, America Mind, Poland Mind,
India Mind, Japanese Mind, Dutch Mind,
Polynesia Mind, Utopia Mind, Ideal Mind,
Reptile Mind, God Mind
and so on…
so really you needn't worry;
you'll still have personality
*so really
in the future
we’ll all be perfect
and there’ll be peace forever
and no one will have to complain ever*
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 2:44 AM UTC
Honesty hurts,
Omission stings,
Regret burns,
so I balm the what if.
Answers:
"I'm here if you need me."
Answers:
"I think we need to talk."
Answers:
"I'm sorry, I think we need to talk about this."
Answers:
"Do I know anything true about you?"
Answers:
"I called them. I'm sorry."
Answers:
"Well I did it again, I had to, it never ends."
Answers:
"Maybe we can't do anything, but I'm still here."
Answers:
"I met someone... else."
Answers:
"We broke up, I wasn't going to leave anyway."
Answers:
"Hey, I love you."
Answers:
"Do you hate me? Why do you do this?"
Answers:
"I don't believe you."
Answers:
"Its me as well."
Answers:
"I don't believe you. I'm sorry, but, I don't."
Answers:
"Take care."
Answers:
"I told them, I had to, I'm sorry, I'm worried, what if it... I know you trusted me but some things overwrite trust."
Answers:
phantom touches across time and space,
we walk the tight tropes in between worlds,
the lines of acrylic is only paint after all,
the future is a facsimile of our minds,
the branches rot and stunt themselves to please us,
impossibilities fuel an eager mind,
Answers:
"everyone you have ever met is in black and white,
we hear them in stereo,
the voices mingle and copulate whilst we still embrace,
still,
embrace."
Answers:
"Nothing lasts forever,
but I don't care,
because best friends forever,
is ******* magic,
so I'm not leaving."
Answers:
I never told you.
I never will.
But some things are best left in print.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC
O black beauty !
o wayfarer, unaware of destiny !
anguish,how long ?
like an ancient river challenging the stars?
come, come with me
will collect the shells of dreams
quench our quest of melancholy
going to loose nothing, come!
at all , will rest in the ocean of time
will copulate with harmony
when the thoughts of beloved are sown in my body
the wisdom of passion spreads like moonlight,
when the grim reaper smiles
glittering memories and tears are left on shore,
when the fallen leaf sounds like her anklet
the belief of spring and faith of life are restored
come, come along with me....
o black beauty !
under this moon only
siddharth became buddha
in the lap of this moon only
omar khayyam tasted the nectar
the same moon
i am walking holding you under the same moon !
o black beauty !
the ancient wayfarer !
come, come with me.....
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
My heart is a derelict graveyard
Sodden with poetry that reverbarates miles and miles away with each painful throb
And so...
The aftermath, the ache
Tantamount to phantom limb pain
Surgical exorcism of the heart from the other
Here we go again
Some dude said Love is a dog from hell
And maybe its a fairy-tale mirage like Christmas
Hail Mary
Rid us of this daemon
That which instills terror in these frail hearts
Schizophrenic attempts to make the Mermaid of Venice copulate
Filthy little beast LOVE
Next season I might never unleash you
And forever extinct you shall be in me
Good riddance, mind pollutant, even air
Nothing like love is in the air
I couldn't have jammed into darkness and stench
Today you might just fall down into your ****** organs and vanish
Like a pin dropping into the Grand Canyon
These feelings
Phantom limb pain
Finally the warmth is dissipated
Culmination of the opposites is impossible
Not with you and other various forms of human ****
Rigour mortis of my soul
So what choice do I have?
Except to evacuate this fantasy of madness
And secretly nurse my phantom limb pain
At least this "Stiff" gave birth to a poem
And maybe a poet
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
These buildings they rise as if to kiss the blue skies
Or dig deep into the earth where the sinner slowly fries
The cops in uniform keep prevent chaos to ensue
Not enough distractions there are for this rising impatience to subdue
Every nook and cranny of this city shall we populate
Not like that's not enough reason for any of us to copulate
Born afresh every morn and wither away in the eve
Every now and again you take a moment for yourself, just to breathe
But once you've had your breath of fresh air, when its all said and done
You just can't keep away can you, and just like that again it has begun
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
Only when dormant brain cells copulate
Is a true artiste born
For the progeny of dormant brain cells
Were born to be great
The inspiration for I Oh and Thee
Can only be possible
If dormant brain cells meet
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
She lay next to me.
Her hair like sand
As it sifts through my hand.
The perfumes of her hair
Are coming from the sea
Out there;
Out there where the sun
Burns its ****** flame
And settles to rise
In the oceans of Michelle's eyes.
Undone
With lace and pearls she plays her little game
Teasing and taunting me with the beauty
Of her body; she embraces me with kisses as waves copulate on the sea.
©Jack Aylward
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
What a tragically human fault,
The wound of our human nature
Doused in a history that’s a burning salt
Tongues drag 'cross the wound to soften the sting
The taste is a foul thing,
savor these poor decisions;
Feel flavour of mistakes, disgrace, dead-dreams and heart-aches. All a waste.
Wastes of wits, dreams, moments, chances, waste of choices,
Voices lost somewhere in evolution, where we drew the conclusion That since we’re superior, all must then be inferior.
Our decision was dominance, not prominence.
We wield wicked weapons of war with pin-point precision.
Laid waste in minutes what it took lifetimes to build,
Disregard the structures, think of the innocence killed.
Blood gets spilled like there's some quota to fill.
And isnt it a lovely day to be a human being?
There's nothing like ****** in the morning,
Or gunfire without warning. Countries still warring
Over a fabric of society long since ripped; torn.
The peace concept is present, but the practice so foreign.
World leaders still ******* their ideals.
None of them know what it feels like to be,
see, or even concern themselves.
They’re empty shells
The beast misstepped during his waltz into the world,
Humans got a kiss from Selfish, then hurled to the curb
Then, alone in rain, decided that's our date.
Making a perfect pair in a world unfair,
That Irate and Anger should copulate with Power and Knowledge
Birthing 7 billion beings none better than the last,
but each boasting birth rights, over shells that tumble from empty chambers.
Isnt it a lovely day to be a human being?
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC
whittled down and disavowed
by an overreaching society
the pomp
and zeal
with such appeal
and airs of impropriety
unbelievable populace
chickens
chickens
chickens
free of heads
still peck, peck, peckin' ya
copulate, then like you less
pickens'
pickens'
pickens'
slim as anorexia
Act Now!
Don't Wait!
the finish line?
keep runnin' straight
you can go to class
...don't be late
or just go tip the magistrate
pointless?
I doubt it very much
more fish in the sea
spontaneous lush
oink less
piggy hush!
buy, buy birdie!
consumerism's sturdy
making up makeup
makin' me look perdy
hopin' I don't wake up
Live as hard as you can
just to die before you're thirty
if practice makes you perfect
then perfection makes you *****
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
Take me to the line
Whisk me to the end
A place of lived reality
Where it makes sense
Take me to the river
Drown me in a fall
A place of abstraction
Where magic happens
Take me to the icecaps
Freeze me on the peaks
A place of surreality
Where ecstasy copulate
This space of fiction
*** brewed as a drug
Lovers a bought right
Lines of ruins and glories
Draw the line to see
A bridge of realness
A tow halved illusions
Drag me to the in-betweens
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
in the worst oppressive nights
breeding chafer beetles
bead the trees outside the hospital
they copulate
in their hundreds of thousands
what a release
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 1:40 PM UTC