"fornicates" poems
*Walter, I just want to sit on my *** and **** and think about Dante.*
—Samuel Beckett
All this fractures the Wolf. The ancient leaves
amid the ancient woods, wind riffling wind
in eddies she can see but she can’t hear,
the braying of a fatted calf which she
could eat, if she could hear thy call, O Wolf.
The tympani pretend to be a thunder roll,
the crashing cymbals mean to simulate
the distant lightning, all the strings—cello,
base, violin and viola—play the
pizzicato of rain commencing…
The Wolf sits to watch—what?—the floodlights fill
the stadium? the baton poised? the crowd
about to have their daily dose of not
quite silence served up yet again? She hates
that they have come to watch a prophecy.
It’s raining full blast now, the Wolf’s exchange
for music, how things balance out, how rain
fornicates in the forest, with its pools
and puddles, how it tenders lakes and rivers
and shadows… It can’t be! Ahead she sees him.
She sees Dante, the poet of the prophecy,
the one she has to drown. It’s why she’s deaf.
She will not hear him wail. **** him so he will rot
in hell before the other poet comes. **** him
and spare the world another poem about
another world. The rain and music grow
so dense around her soul. She is so quick,
too quick for him to flee. She drags him still
alive, drags him to the lake of his heart.
Sink and die. In Paradise only bubbles rise.
The tympani pretend to be a thunder roll,
the crashing cymbals mean to simulate
the distant lightning, all the strings—cello,
base, violin, viola—play it soft,
so soft, as if the rain is about to start…
The Wolf and I walk the slopes of hell.
When Farinata and Cavalcante
rise up to ask her, ‘Who were thy ancestors?’
and ‘Where Is ***** she howls. O Wolf.
O Tuscan. She howls.
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 5:51 PM UTC
Hell is when you are in pain
But don't show it
Cause you don't want a million questions
Hell is when you feel pain
And there's no moral
No lesson
When you are trapped in emotion
And have no control over what will happen
When the tears roll down your cheeks and you can't stop them
When your soul is screaming
But no one will listen
When your soul aches
When your eyes are blinded by the heaviness
The hurt
The pain
And knowing that tomorrow,
The cycle stays the same
When smiling actually hurts your feelings because its proof that you're a liar
You're lying to yourself
And everyone else
Cause when they see that smile
They don't see the pain
The tears
The emotions felt
But just a facade you put up
Because you're scared.
Scared of the implications
And seeing how people actually feel-
Do they care about me?
Only God knows
And meanwhile the pain grows
Fornicates, multiplies!
And so do the lies
The "I'm okay"s
The "I'm fine"s
But back to what I was saying,
Hell is when you have a million ways
To explain your pain
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
1
Ginhoko is a slob
he ***** up to the boss
and he squeals on his mates
May his family starve and
may his wife find him always flaccid
2
You loser! You loser! You loser!
3
the woman who walks past our store
everyday when I have my tea
she is lovely and a fairy -
O will she not look at me?
4
The boss is a donkey
He eats pig ****
and his wife drugs his food
and his wife fornicates with the servant
while her husband lies drugged,
and everyday she winks at me
5
May the world go jump
in the ditch!
May I alone survive and enjoy the earth!
6
What do you eat? You smell of the backstreets
of the red light district
where the men go to ease themselves
7
who scribble here
is nincompoop
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 8:10 AM UTC
It takes time to realise the danger of one mistake that fornicates
And becomes thousands of sins piled in your eye sockets
It takes time to see them spiraling out of your vision
-cj
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
**Someone once wrote
I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain
or happiness:**
It all started back in two thousand and four
That was the day he fornicates with the island *****
Today, I am searching for words and meaning:
Of lost, lies and regrets: but what have I done to ensure
It would never happen again,
I had to clean the mirror of truth:
Hold back from falling in love again:
**Then I remember the quote:
The face is the mirror of the mind,
and eyes without speaking confess
the secrets of the heart. Quote St. Jerome**
On the other hand it was the best thing
I ever did: and that was to test the water:
Somehow, it made a lot of sense
About two is company, three’s is a crowd:
What have I done? I let the weasel ran free
So that I could have built up some happiness,
Yesterday, is history, today is creativity and new ideas
Tomorrow seems like pending announcement:
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
He has skeletons in his closet
Some hidden secrets which if
Revealed, can make Jesus
Jump out the casket
A monotheistic ******
A gangsta in **** uniform
And a fake charismatic pastor
A biblical infestation
Of a violent history
And an outspoken liar
With a conformist pride
In a world ravaged by sin
And self deception
A bold proclaimer of
Fabled prophetic truths
And a foreign convict
Of outstanding form
For too long he tried
Fighting the storm
Taken forcefully
By the desire of prostitution
In gay brothels,
and drug peddling
An artist in his own right,
A spiritual hangover of
Kinfolk sorcery
A keener kind of being
A lover of pets, and a
child molesting adulterer
A visionary with a blurred sight
An incantation of the most
ruthless kind
A perverted expert of darts
For the animals he fornicates.
He has skeletons in his closet
Some hidden secrets which if
Revealed can make Jesus
Jump out the casket.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
Love costs a fee
When it comes to love nothing is free
We are all incarcerated by emotions we can’t control
Tears that always want to pour
Hearts that skip beats like a child hopping over puddles
Stuck in a love riddle
we can never solve
Eventually we become free
But the price of freedom with love
Leads to lonely hearts
Sleepless nights
Nervousness fornicates with the mind
As it births doubt, pain and emotional torture
Regretting why you over drafted on love
by loving longer, hurting longer
What you fought for you have no longer
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC