"impaction" poems
ruminating
cogitating
pondering
thinking
the subject matter doth
put the mind into a thought seat
is there sufficient verbs for me
to place on the paper's sheet
verbs by definition are words
which have an action
they on the reader
do have an impaction
so let's explore a topic
worth a thousand of them
how I'll express this piece
shall test my mind's stem
here is the matter I shall discuss
without any duress or manner of fuss
all over the globe there is much trouble
our planet is not as a carefree bubble
the inhabitants often observe strife somewhere
our corners of four not of an according air
were there to be peace and calmed relations
no concerns would beset our world's many nations
yet a propensity for war doth ever prevail
what sane men shall see the wrongs of this pail
verbs shall never explain man's idiocy
as he's ever involving himself in armory
yet a man who did advocate cordiality
lived with his brothers in true harmony
he was a meek man of the Indian land
a message of non-violence he did band
the lessons of history are never heard
man seemingly ever in the warring herd
the middle east is a tinder box of hell this day
exploding bombs and munitions all spray in affray
verbs of dialogue aren't put to good use
an ongoing lighting of the fuse doth suffuse
few statesmen of Gandhi's ilk now exist
so the torture and torment of war shall e'er persist
diplomacy has lost its edge around the globe
our planet shall remain bound in worrisome lobe
the count of verbs in this piece didn't quite reach a thousand
yet deaths in conflicts outdo that number by the thousands
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
A pity Yvonne alas has passed on in a most regrettable way.
She wasn't quite a snit cuz she jus couldn't ****
and hadn't been many a day.
So she sent Ernie out for enimas no doubt
and while he was still on the road,
Yvonne took a chance by dropping her pants while running toward the commode.
In a tangle of jeans, frustrated screams and a splintering bathroom door,
Her *** met the glass as intestinal gas burst forth with a thunderous roar.
The bowl couldn't take the force of the quake,
It rained down like porcelain Hail.
Some people say five miles away it hit six on the Richter scale.
I miss dear Yvonne, now that she's gone, taken from us much too soon.
Sometimes I cry as I gaze up in the sky and wave and she orbits the moon.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
a vicious ant
bit me on the arm
he really did me
a lot of harm
a swollen red patch
he left behind
the discomfort of it
is driving me out of my mind
he scooted off
without an apology
he was more brutal
than a wasp or a bee
whence next I go
to hang the washing out
I'll take a survey
on any ants that are crawling about
should I see any of these little brutes
scurrying around the vicinity
a smart exit shall be made
by me out of their proximity
so quick
is an ant's biting action
truly massive
is its impaction
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
A pity Yvonne alas has passed on in a most regrettable way.
She wasn't quite a snit cuz she jus couldn't ****
and hadn't been many a day.
So she sent Ernie out for enimas no doubt
and while he was still on the road,
Yvonne took a chance by dropping her pants while running toward the commode.
In a tangle of jeans, frustrated screams and a splintering bathroom door,
Her *** met the glass as intestinal gas burst forth with a thunderous roar.
The bowl couldn't take the force of the quake,
It rained down like porcelain Hail.
Some people say five miles away it hit six on the Richter scale.
I miss dear Yvonne, now that she's gone, taken from us much too soon.
Sometimes I cry as I gaze up in the sky and wave and she orbits the moon.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
*Feel the heat
of a genuine passion
burning in your meat
like a love in old fashion.
They don't know love
like I do,
to embrace every thing
that makes you.
A shooting star
falling from space.
You know who you are
and that's tough
these days.
Body heat is extracting
the way we feel in collision,
something so everlasting,
It's much worth the impaction.*
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
the locale on the horizon
did snare his eye
so he ventured there
to give it a try
the crowd applauded
his every action
on them he made
a profound impaction
his conquest of the terrain
was monumental in scale
his venture to other region
netted him a huge bale
through the territory
he blazed a trail of magnificence
these days he's the toast
of all those who pursue his golden opulence
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
He played in her lushness all night long
She had a comely garden of pleasure
Within it he could place his stem's treasure
His tactility twas earnestly strong
Her ******* were so delectable of taste
She became excited by his action
The feel of it made quite an impaction
Their love instruments were most hot of baste
Her inner petals did hold him spellbound
Beads of sweat flowed so very profusely
Together they explored feverishness
Upon their bed nest twas a sighing sound
She and he were getting it on nicely
As they did discover deliriousness
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
A pity Yvonne alas has passed on
In a most regrettable way.
She was in quite a snit
'Cause she just couldn't ****
And hadn't in many a day.
So she sent Ernie out
For enemas no doubt
And while he was still on the road
Yvonne took a chance
By dropping her pants
While running toward the commode.
In a tangle of jeans
Frustrated screams
And a splintering bathroom door
Her *** met the glass
As intestinal gas
Burst forth with a thunderous roar.
Th bowl couldn't take
The force of the quake
It rained down like porcelain hail.
Some people say
Five miles away
It hit six on the richter scale.
I miss dear Yvonne
Now that she's gone
Taken from us much too soon.
Sometimes I cry
As I gaze up in the sky
And wave as she orbits the moon...
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
A woman is a gem of priceless value
The man who has this sagest retinue
Shall ever hold her diamond of fondness
His joyful heart being truly fortunate
She'll afford him such a beloved sate
Her affection's treasure so deep of well
He'll be hearing love's enduring sweet bell
On them coming together in closeness
Two souls merging as fairest sun-lit day
A union of one their twining display
Her beautiful stone embraced by he
Telling the story of mutual attraction
On each other making an impaction
The understanding the facets of she
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
He played in her lushness all night long
She had a moist garden of much pleasure
Within it he could place his stem's treasure
Each stroke he offered twas truly strong
Her ******* were so delicious to taste
She became excited by his tongue's action
The feel of it made a great impaction
Their love transmitter twas like a hot baste
Her inner petals did hold his stem tight
Glistening sweat beads flowing on bed sheets
On the night's enthralling they did explore
A crescendo reached a sky of delight
Remarkable were their nocturnal feats
When dawn came they partook of an encore
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
I'm running along this abstraction
But I can't seem to get any kind of traction
Still bewildered by your initial action
And I never expected that kind of reaction
I hope it gave you some kind of satisfaction
Trying to break me down to a simple fraction
I just don't think I'll ever see what is the attraction
So it seems that there's no need for any protraction
The light that once shined in my eyes refraction
Has now obviously become some kind of distraction
Whatever once brought us to an impaction
I guess those dreams that were - suddenly weren't - by contraction
Nothing is ever as simple as finding what was ...wasn't
Or could suddenly couldn't
When you find out you were what you thought you weren't
And now tears... I knew I would though I told myself I wouldn't
We still are what we are or we aren't
I got to go now...
... As it suddenly seems that to still care is a new world infraction
I guess satisfied always has to end up becoming satisfaction
And as I'm running along this abstraction I just can't seem to get any kind of traction.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
she'd oft stab her
so called friends in the back
they knew not of such a
malevolent form of attack
face to face she'd
be so pleasantly affable
yet when they'd present a
spine she'd turn unamiable
pity they who entrusted
their inner secrets to her ear
around social circles she'd
spill all that she did hear
her knife was ever
primed for blade action
and she never thought of its
ill considered impaction
we've all known
a lady of this ilk
one who'd skewer
our blouse's silk
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC