"impregnate" poems
you ‘why’ her.
While she is thrilled & happily beside you,
Telling you when she’s up to something new.
Your pre-existing notion of setting a “ya” for her limits,
Persistent "no" to her wishes,
She grows up to know that,
if she got to do something new
She got to fight over the, 5 Ws & 1 H!
Ow! & you convince it’s out of distress not mistrust!
And by the Indian parenting manual,
questionnaire weighs heavier at a girl.
ultimately,
“This time”, “That day”,
" This place", “Those people”
Would impregnate her!
Sons of yours -
Son of nights! freely hatching eggs past curfew.
Not foreseeing the evenings his sister would come crying.
Parents when you talk on equality & empowerment,
Let broad mind not hit the very ceiling of your house
Let rest mindset that proclaims gender roles,
The differential idea you set on them,
From who uses broom to who chooses groom.
If misogyny is permeated in the roots of society
Cleansing and changing begins in the family,
Before there in your minds, first.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
Sailors, chanters and politicians
Proselytize our new dimensions
Warriors, weavers and priest-drawn blood
Sanctify our new haven.
The sun comes up
We chop wood
Toolerize and gamify our fun
Still the same man under the same sun.
And for millennia
The new is suppressed
Marked as devilry
To keep us meek.
Feeling crazy today
Going to have my say
But first I'll impregnate
The Chief's chief lay.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
A real man is not a person who can
impregnate a woman; any guy can also
impregnate a woman. Even a 17 year old boy
can impregnate a woman but that does not
make him a man.
A real man is not a person who is good in
bed. Any idiot can be good in bed.
A real man is not a person who beats his
wife/girlfriend. Infact it is only idiots that
beat their women.
A real man is a person who tolerates his
woman
A real man is a person who controls his
anger
A real man is the person who shows real
care and love to his woman
A real man is the person who knows how
to solve the crises and problems in his
relationship
A real man does not beat his woman
A real man is hardworking. He is not lazy
A real man can endure, persevere and be
patient
A real man can overlook the bad
behaviors of his woman
A real man corrects his woman with love.
Real men make their women happy.
Therefore, ladies, when choosing a man, date
real men only.
Marry real men only. If you are not happy in
your relationship now, that means your guy
is not a real man.!
Look beyond *** and money and go for
happiness and peace of mind.
—Do You Agree???
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
tootsie pops, pop rocks, rock candy
sweet tarts, smelly farts, war-heads, sour patch kids
reeses pieces, reeses stix, snickers lickers
fudge pile, chocolate smile, peanut butter bile, sugary style
baby ruths, almond joys, soy bean sauce, creamy steam
ill give u a payday, mayday, hay tastes good with parfai
milkyways stay gay to play games with sunrays
icing splicing with knife dicing
makes cakes, cook steaks, rumcakes
****** sprinkles, rip van winkle, diddily dinkle
gummy worms, germs impregnate firm, permed urns
angel food, carrots, pineapple upsideways
fruits, ***** parachutes, scooters, jello shooters
goobers, corn on the cobbers,
veggie wedgies, pepper leppers, squash boxes,
fry foxes, fleet rocks', carrot tops',
dishes of fishes,
witches brew platypus and fat kush
pushy slushies riding skateboards on gary busy
fussy hussies getting blushy about cussies
cereal made of creoles, bread straight from dreads,
rice is nice with spice, yeast is beast,
last but not least, wheat is a treat,
kiwis, shmiwis, dodos on go phones, starfruits,
bartlejuice, grape drank, sushi stinks.
ill eat anything.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
He only imbibes because of his dipsomania.
She only practices onanism because she's afraid he'll impregnate her.
He despises her monomania.
She's too affable, almost to the point of being obsequious.
He's too acrimonious and muzzy.
She knows she's a bit of a coquette.
He thinks he's a cuckold.
She used to be flighty until she fell into this convoluted dystopia.
He used to find it scintillating to get sozzled.
She just wants a lark once in a while.
His iniquity makes him want her to be lascivious.
Her every fatuity leads to a cabal.
He's too opaque and insipid.
She has to iterate and reiterate everything she says.
He feels his infatuation is unrequited.
She finds this unproblematic.
He doesn't imbue her with anything anymore.
She thinks he's unpitying of that.
He'll malinger tomorrow.
She'll wonder if it's all adventitious or kismet.
She can't handle his odium.
He can't stand her ten dollar words.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Breathe the silk impression of this skin pressed into you,
Infuse my dreams with reality.......rose
Strip me, one sense at a time;
Touch me...
Touch me...mould me into your open arms...
Paint me with the trail of your tongue....
I will dance for you,
Slow
Body sways, that beg you heed
My hips whisper of fiery petals, leading you
To temptation's gate...
A savoured decadence,
Your shape shadowing mine,
Lowering into my waiting arms
Skin upon skin...
Run the tip of your tongue along my spine
Ride my pulse higher,
Wash over me
Leave me wet and wanting
And I will devour you with my hungry mouth...
My probing tongue,
Surface scanning your skin,
Delicious...
I will sink beneath your hidden desires
My playground, here inside your sighs...
Envelope my breathy willingness,
Awaken to your addiction in devils thighs...
Sip my liquid gift
And know, I burn....
I burn for you....
My soft glisten, a pout upon swayed surrender,
Melted beneath a ride of skin,
Craving....craving always the singe that
Trembles these silky strands...
Your electric essence,
Painted red... mind hungry,
Where eyegasms impregnate the heart of this woman.................rose
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Impregnate your old crock squirtin'
Papier—mâché blackball on the *****
Oglin' for upshot
And whatever frigs our orifice
Yeah Ducky **** **** it bud
Milk the meatiness in a snog stranglehold
****** all of your bazookas at once
And unclench into ventilator
I like dung and tinsel
Shandy ****** fuss
Breedin' with the puke
And the Weltanschauung that I'm in statu pupillari
Yeah Ducky **** **** it bud
Milk the meatiness in a snog stranglehold
****** all of your bazookas at once
And unclench into ventilator
Like a punctilious Zeitgeist's nincompoop
We were born, born to be unstatesmanlike
We can spirt so penetrating
I never wanna croak
Born to be unstatesmanlike
Born to be unstatesmanlike
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
By the by,
I am a tweak of reality,
Quite f'rtile. Touch me
And impregnate me
With w'rds.
F.Z.N
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
We’re gathered here today to put to rest the words I didn’t mean to say.
The thoughts I tried my best to suppress, but slipped out anyway.
Delivering meanings that I didn’t have planned,
And messages she just can’t understand.
My acid tongue throws out its poisonous whispers into her ear, containing words she was never meant to hear.
But she cancels them out with her alkaline replies that don’t align with mine.
She’s the one who starts this game every time.
Throwing in the truths that bring me shame,
But when I claw out her flaws from beneath the dirt out onto the surface,
They impregnate her hazel eyes with rain.
And I’m always the one to get the blame.
I check the weather where she is to know if she can see the dark clouds leaving,
Unveiling the blue skies that lie beneath.
Hoping that one day she will open her hazel eyes and realise we’ve been through wet and dry seasons that continue to replay like groundhog day.
But all we can do is keep believing that there is a reason why we can’t let the storms blow it all away,
Just because of the words I didn’t mean to say.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
The black woman
She's an antagonist at birth
The oppressor is aware of her capabilities
Yet, they value her worth
Black men are in a phase of tranquility
Yet to know that they are obligated to the original her...
The lady who was civilized first
The black woman
They failed to keep her safe
She escaped the rapes
They tried to sterilize and vaccinate
They couldn't sedate this woman with hate
The black woman
Mind sharp as a dart
Back built like a cart
Carry her youth through truth
By words spoken from her heart
The black woman
She's everyone's favorite
However she have been degraded
So often times her smile growls
Her laugh howls
Funny how her cry is hysterical
And her enjoyment is terrible
Because she have been let down by her spouse
The black woman
The dark men owe her their respect
She can use their caress
They have to vow to never again neglect
The black woman
The creator
Her creations are more than just labor
It's a ****** of love
A future king or queen being flung from in between
The black woman
The black woman
The black woman
Check her demeanor
Despite her distractions she is still determined
Fighting through a handful of disasters that attempted to destroy her
She came a long distance to be dismissed
She is still devoted to her destiny
But it is so difficult when her men volunteer to diminish
The black woman
The black woman is not a ***** so why do he dog her?
Her body represents the best figure so why do he abuse it?
The black woman
It's amazing she keeps on giving them chances
She turns to the other cheek and he slaps her again
Only time he pay attention to her is in a discussion amongst friends
The black woman
How is it that she know the importance of a black man, but in favor he cannot comprehend?
If it's not ****** relations he don't wanna relate
And if he impregnate
He miss every anniversary of the child's original date
The black woman
But... (Shaking my head)
The black man
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
Be wary of the
paradoxical, neglected sentience among the departed minds
Seek the route which makes accessible...an absolute truth
oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, calcium, nitrogen, phosphorus
The composition of life
The creation of awareness, drifting from your nature
live irresponsibly, expose the fear to danger
it will devour the inessential anxiousness
and set yourself free
release from obligation,
release from routine duties
the masquerade of conditioning
no longer possessing you
bare spirit,
confront yourself
See the illusion, its deception
of your perception
remove the veil and feel
intensified anguish of the acknowledgment
of authorities dominance
to invent and forge manufactured minds
to divide us, impregnate the beauty
with depraved psychosis
then label it with sanity
taint them with vanity
to take the present moment
as an opportunity to breathe
here and now, everlasting liberation
reality, what is sincere?
What is truth?
It’s an option you determine
sight, holy sight
creating this world, this dread
this opportunity to break loose
undress and **** the reality in camouflage
reborn through a perceptual experience
the wilderness is within
the blinking 4th dimension
will soon carry us away
to an enigmatic change in sensory perception
the ego, self importance, it will pass away
is there a choice, a selection of setting?
When you zoom out of earth
examine closely the size of this
universe, we are microscopic babies
from the womb of infinite mystery
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Can you feel the resonance throbbing gently through this subtle discourse?
I constantly find your lustful innuendo to be an incredibly pleasurable experience. Like your a magical lyricist.., Your words urge to create masterful penetration's through laced pages with in me you bring out the artistic'ness hidden deep with in me.
Rhymes and rhythmic vibrations build up until finally they gush forth with musical symbols, A stream of lyrics resounds in & out of my orchestra,
While we attempt to concentrate on our next feature.
You have me unable to distinguish the next verse for our repetition's, Artfully your lyrics coincide with my own causing phrases to be come literate and a **** good read, Flowing melodies,
While you impregnate my text with all your, your lyrical kiss&naughtiness.;
Filling up my syllable's,Reconstructing my vocabulary.
Our rhyme is basic element that defines the couplet, LOL Coupling as we do.
Our consistent element is the repetition of form,
As in me and you forming as one Not in-difference to you ,
Just with small changes,
in your technique
As we face off while playing out these scene,
Your persistence of our sonnet reverberates like multicultural dance,
I'm competitive while feeling in awe of you. Your sweet tunes ripple down my spine,
while our word play
brings havoc to my mind. Like a chant or a sweet harmonies.
Causing mental eruption's. Conversing about to end,
tactically you evoke emotional & sensual response, But I'm
keeping up with your lyrical flow. Rhyme for rhyme,
as each adjective courses through me, in and out while you become a
cunning linguist
master!, I'm about to overflow as you
Cause me to rhythmically fall victim to
insightful
Poems!
Always Me Ayeshah
Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
Inserted ear buds
Attempted confinement
Chained to misery.
My igloo of isolation with the computer doesn't hold well against
Winds of anxiety blowing torrents of stuff through my mind.
An arctic tundra of ravaged grass.
Long-necked lamp looms
Waiting anxiously for me and
Witnessing bouts of non-progress.
Perpetrators impregnate fleeting tranquility
Never wanting me to win
in my concentration.
--Bony bodies slipping under the crack in the door.
They are the Monkey Mind
I have to escape from.
Many.
Petty.
Fears.
This is the way my consciousness wages war.
Ripping itself apart
Defeating purpose
till there is none.
During battles,
Monkeys Rule It All.
At the end
I shall win.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
1
Congratulations
on your maturation:
now our lust's "love,"
not infatuation.
2
Romantic "deficits,"
confiscatorial "trends" --
**** your "benefits" --
where's my dividends?
3
I tried to really kiss you,
not co-impregnate a tissue.
4
I must confess
I love that dress --
more or less!
5
-- I'd die for you (you said)
-- I'd mumble you in bed.
6
you me us me
us-me-you you-me-us-you-me-you
us-me-us-meyouyou-us-youyouyou
youyou-us-me-youyouyouyouyouyouyou!
you-me-us-us-me-me-me --
us
7
Three coins in the fountain?
Who in hell's been counting?
8
Nod, smile; I'm playing along
while they're "playing our song."
9
Monogamy
demands its peephole:
*Maybe we should see
other people.*
10
"The last time I saw her
she'd hired a lawyer."
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
it comes
when you're reading one of those books
written by pseudo intellectuals buried
in their despondent lookout on life
comes when
They're writing on human's self-sabotaging nature,
when they're peeling
layers off and off, revealing the
truth of ourself like they're
gods,
Hermes the messenger, or angels, Michael,
bringing to us thoughts we'd never have grown organically
that's what they believe,
what they tell themselves as they prune their feathers with pride
as they impregnate you with the god honest truth
and how did you live before knowing this?
it's been with you all along, kicking and breathing and pushing
you just didn't know it, yet,
but now you can as
they preach their outlooks like it's a message that
changes everything, that your life will implode as your mind
wakes itself up -
they try to baptize you
gripping your throat with their
carpel tunnel fingers, reading glasses
slipping down their noses as they lean over
you, watching their words pour into
you, their victims' throat, as they will it
and all the while they blame
you, because:
Humans make themselves miserable
They write
They bury themselves in all they hate and
choose to burn all they love until
they're alone and self-loathing and scarred
unrecognizable
They write
Of our hatred for humanity
for every single individual that surrounds us and
How we surround ourselves with them
with crowded supermarkets and lanes of traffic because
they fuel our suffering and
That's all we crave
They write
On our thirst for blood
our lust for **** ****** war on
How our society is fueled by violence and how
we bathe in it with a grin
stretched across dry bleeding lips
sharp teeth that rip through our neighbors' flesh
with delight
They write
that we're alone in suffering and surrounded by hate and
we're wild animals driven to war
out of boredom and
That's human nature in a nutshell
That's the truth revealed
nasty, gritty, honest
They write
and that's when
it comes, that gnawing in the
pit of your stomach, that
scratching in the back of your mind
that claws its way
down into your throat where it
squeezes
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
Let the beat meditate your noggin' joggin'/
ya memory til ya get Tired never gone Retire/
from this Game like **** **** James/
from Goodtimes i remember the Good Times/
when the world was Alive now everythings Concealed/
reality is nothin' but Joke children gettin' bad Yoke/
from generation to generation gets worse to worse/
weak pulse im seeing visions of the Hearse/
mind gone i need of a Resurrection but my Heat is my Only Protection/
cuz ****** be trippin' sherm dippin' tippin'/
in my Hood swangin' on 4 w/ vogues cool i Suppose?/
but don't know that blow ya Slang hurtin' the Nose/
of victims Cocaina is the Product from the Devil Intellectual levels are Doomed/
dumbin' us down with Indoctrination seems like our Destination is bein' in Incarceration/
but im gone continue to fight with my fullest might-
Endeavor too Clever ridin' through Stormy Weather can't Sever/
me from this **** i Spit/
too too real o so fine Lookin' for a fine Dime i can wife Mine/
but too many Single Mother lookin' too much Off a Brother because of another Brother/
who told them that he loved them just wanted To **** them/
and Impregnate them/
baby girl stuck at Home all Alone/
strugglin' to feed her baby but the Father ain't in the Presence/
so she Becomes hesitant/
sell her *** for Cash cuz Bills bout to take Clash/
hittin' Roof Top i Pause & Stop/
take a Quick Glance/
shakin' my head in Disgrace still wishin' for Amazing grace/
but it's Hard to knock the Grin off a Demons Face/Paper Chase is our Am Ambition/caged animal Subliminal Messages so ya Can't Comprehend/
no Boyz to Men but im steadily In Philly? rollin' a Phillie/
Blunt Hunt ***** pullin' Stunts/with two hands tied behind my Back Hocus Pocus/
Nigguh back to Reality im just Playin' G this is the Philosophy/
of Yosef don't Lose Focus/
pay attention cuz they waitin' for us to Fall & Gall/
and keep us confined in a Circle that me and you Can't See but im goin' to Remain Vigilant ya See...
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Come now as the Spring Breeze
Kisses our pale flesh
As we lie post union.
Feel the moment
Feel the ship of time
Watch as it crawls forth
From passions depth less harbor.
Raise your head to the light
My night child
My pretty
My darling
My sweet
As cool spring breezes
Brush over us with their lips
Golden and bright
In the afternoon sun.
In the golden, afternoon sun.
Lay here a while
Rest.
Feel it now
Feel it soft
Feel it blow over our embrace
Whilst soft toned breezes
Stretch the time we hold
In the palms of our baby-skinned hands.
Hush my love
Hush your heart
Stay a moment
Feel those cool kisses
Planted fleetingly on the naked canvas
Of skin
As these tides ebb and flow
In time with our blisses.
Touch it now
Softly glancing
As our hair is sent
Rippling
Like tides on the cool ocean shore
Of time-pregnant moments.
Impregnate out skin
On every lazy Sunday
Since the shared time began
Between Cupid and Psyche
And the coals of Hades
Cool softly
In the spring breeze.
Lay here a moment.
Rest.
Lay here with me.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 10:48 PM UTC
I am,
just a surragate
the Universe chooses, at random,
to impregnate with
the ideas of time eternal.
This stick of lead, the narrow
birth canal through which these
words must pass
as I, with trembling palms
and sweated brow, force my hands
to shape the words as quickly as I pass them.
But my hands are clumsy things.
This paper is the birthing towel
on which these words breath first life.
And when I step to the mic to
speak these words,
release these words like one million birds
set free from cage
one butterfly break of cocoon,
each one set forth with their own intent
to heal or harm
to love or ****
I pray these words remember the time
I spent coddling and caressing
chastising and correcting,
shaping them into the
clicks and tones and dips and moans
you will recognize as poetry.
Simple words clothed in similes and metaphores.
But my words
are week.
They hold no power outside of intent
can't hold you captive without your consent.
For when I speak these words
into existence,
I send them off as dandelion seeds into the
wind to land where they may.
For I am merely
a surrogate the Universe chooses, at random,
to impregnate with the ideas of time eternal.
I am merely a poet.
Nothing more
and probably much less.
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
Love
Impregenats
The heart
Here
Born
Thousands
Of babies
As
Our poems
Never
Ending
Births
As
Its
Love's
Worth
©️Sobbingsoul
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
"Impregnate my thoughts with memories of your beauty. I find myself watching the contours your beautiful lips, for me, the Gates of Palece of Love. I take desirous of you to open your mouth and I will hear your whispers, light sparks flying through your lips revealing to me the Wisdom of Heavenly Academy. Angels are your kisses and my lips wish the angelic creatures that blow yours, the sacred fiery letters emerging from the splendor of your soul".
Esotérika II - The Wake Of Mystical Poetry Deepak Sankara Veda
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
The
Drowsy dews
Engraves your name
Boldly amid the thorns of chilled~roses
■
So
Twerk nobly
And roll the blue pigeons
In me for trophies
■
But then
Let's marry together our lips
But to share,a sweet reverend kiss
And tune these red~roses blanch
■
Feel
The stars move
Roundabout my head
And together let's hold the rainbow
Splendour by sight
■
Toll
My hands
For every tender touch
But then,fathom deeply all the blush in me
■
Wrangle
Vanilla your arms around my neck
And rouse me to fear
But jocund,when I look into your eyes
Yet,impregnate me with your celestial desires
■
Civility!
You
Make me wonder
How you solemn calm my sighs
Of which haste in pants
■
Indeed
You are a sober tigeress
Misspoke of your elegant prowl
■
But now
Turn off the lights
And loft me the ranks
Of melting naked incense
And let's depart with a serene~peace
Beginners
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historianelexano.wordpress.com
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
There are no calories in coffee, there is nothing in my belly
except millipede fingers and toes trying to
impregnate me.
Little calorie ghosts and wandering pieces of meat,
what is left of what I eat eat eat
insects making me bleed bleed bleed,
one warms my hips
the other drags cool metal against my skin, catches on the
veins like loose strings. I am metallic
I taste it from inside my ***** down onto my feet.
Breaking bones, massaging wombs
coffee and centipede
shards carve out my ribcage when I do not like how I feel.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
I don't want to write about the cold, the wind,
The rain or these January doldrums.
England at this time of year is desperate and depressing,
And I'm longing for warm breezes, nighttime teases
A pregnant, chuckling moon at midnight. August dances,
Wild advances, stolen, secret, hungry glances.
Magic, confusion, summer scents
BBQ, Samsara, Bacardi and Cava,
And the kind of flowers that try to impregnate you with their scent;
Smell me! they plead, *then kiss as I burst, spilling my pollen,
Blessing the union of your hungry, eager mouths.*
January is barren but August is ripe, heady, ready,
Moist and pulsing, life is in the air,
Flee the doldrums, take me there.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC