"kiki" poems
"sly wordplay, it glows, feels like a shimmering address, half warning and half blessing, really alive with cadence"
read Kiki Dresden poetry^
once more into the sea trench divide,
I dive to devise,
Your provoking comment,
demands my full attention,
you divert me from struggling with
ginger & clay,
a contra concept
that molds and enflames,
yet strikes overtly sweet,
it does not
come so easy
as this playful notion
But
your words deserve the
attention immédiate
atenção imediata
that births this script,
tumbling forth in an instantly
instantaneously
me student, you mistress~master,
schooling me on sublimity subliminal,
capturing the capering
stylistic that bursts forth from within,
that my fingertips provide,
while my brain connives & connivers
continuously
you overlay analytics
that never are to me
revealed,
the what and wherefore
of the whom
hiding within
of the im~perpetuity impish essence of
i m p ishness
by charmingly doing me, not once,
but many times better
here a spillage:
an observational ditty,
dressed in a tux,
most formally,
to render the greatest
wordplay
ever invented
t,
the uniqueness of a simple
thank you
my favorite poem
a forever for ever,
the song that
plys and plays me
in the me
so often,
the linguists have banned the word
repeatedly
from my lexicon
so in its stead,
this all-in-one mighty steed
(verb phrase, a noun, or an adjective depending on its usage)
this phatic expression,
here disguised in
Portuguese,
muito obrigado!
muito obrigado!
muito obrigado!
nml 5:39am nyc 10/4, 10/4
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
Read random books
And take some pics
Eat bacon, soup and.. oh a Sandwich
Add it to your story
And add stickers, lips
Drive a BMW and sing a silly song
Of?
Not even the words of
Your "speachless" mind
Don't forget to talk out loud
Start a live
While going out, mad
Add "thinker" to your bio
pretend
You're different than the others, oh not my dear lad! Eww
Go to the gym
Take pics of your body,
Hola!
Isn't that a dream?
Make some more friends
Then make them cry
For your fake pains
Dance with the "kiki" song
Post it somewhere (mostly to girls)
Make sure
You are walking on *** son
Send follow requests to some **** barbie girls
Do not accept guests, and
make fun of fat nerds
That's your life Bro!
Did I ever protest?
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
he had a third beer
before the hot platters came
he would have had another, had she not
stared, like she going to ask every question
he did not want to answer…
how did it feel to slap his first wife?
how did it feel to pull the trigger
and mow men down like so many weeds?
those were the questions in her eyes
and had he ever told anyone, what happened that night
when they came upon a village, where the young ones
slept with the dead, their ancestors
only a few feet away, watching, mute,
beyond the paddies where they planted the rice,
the narrow trails where they hunkered and spoke
the ancient tongue, not adulterated by the romance of the French
or the clumsy amalgam of shredded sounds from the new soldiers
the giants who ignored them in the steaming light of day
but came one night, bringing strange smells, oiled steel
muzzles pointed at their faces, shoved into their empty ears
grunting and groaning in an even more grotesque tongue
leaving tears and trembling in their wake,
the torn flesh, the wounded wombs, the silken vessels
meant to be there for the milky planting of tomorrow’s seeds
not the greedy groping of the interloper’s devilish deeds
was she asking about that night, the sounds he recalled
like puppies under heavy foot, or worse, like
the madding moaning of his own sister
when someone ripped her open
not in the distant killing fields
but in the back seat of her car
not two miles from where they sat
where he ordered more beer, and
she asked those questions with her silence,
with her eyes, the questions he would never answer
not after all the beer, in all the free world,
and he was pitifully glad
they served no sushi, in Kiki’s, though
the sharpened knives were there
ready for his confessional
and the raw slaughter of truth
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
A little nod to Kiki Petrosino
The heart ceases to beat. Because
Some ghosts are my exes
neither angry nor kind
their faces spiral like
old windmills that clings to dry autumn leaves
looking for a place to land:
Not all ghosts are my exes
I remember them as stingy, and womanizing
Some were wolves in sheep clothing
Not smart but conniving species,
They capture your attention, like
a slow moving sunrise, then lure you
Like a vampire before dawn to have his feed:
But that isn’t all, some of my ghosts who
Walks amongst the mortal grinning
Asking to be friends, to forgive, to reflect,
Not a clever move, my ghostly friends,
just deceiving: Tactics
As a wise man once told me,
No one can hurt me without my permission…
So some of the blame, of misfortune lies on me
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
“Quite a piece this doesn’t come along every day”He was tapped into her forever mores or heretofore reservoirs of passion.The creme de la creme her pursed mouth prim. She couldn’t wait to lick him higher watering his rim. But after he breaststroked with her he has taken a bite fresh ****** fruit she broke. He spends all his time extolling her virtues, what’s left the first virtue ****** painting feast. For his eyes *** all day. Planting her nest.Lay Lady lay. He made this avocado melting pot-her fondue smelling hot what’s next to pursue such charm. His ears pierced like a fire alarm. blazing the fireplace. Her blush deepened like she was diced. To the ******** Asking for so much more.You were wearing your erotically to die for **** me shoes.He was the Hollywood ******* I was going to *** crave you knock you down.
Like the colonel of **** mustard spicy so **** hot.His hair deep brown. He lengthened got bigger what a shot. How the carpet just spread me to bounce my buttocks.She tried so hard to lay everything out from his bowl his manly sword like a dual. He steamed out like Maddocks Taurus bedroom eyes of the bull. So much to roll her feet heated so penetrated him to the floor.The rain was heavy and thick dripping with your creamy avocado puddle
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
Everyday absent
You occupy my mind
Everyday present
The freedom divine
Grateful for the days
Impassioned by the signs
Indebted to your grace
Elegant by design
Forever captivated
Forever grateful to call you mine
Jul 5, 2022
Jul 5, 2022 at 8:02 PM UTC
Last night I dreamed
I dreamed of Kiki playing in the driveway.
I dreamed a beach ball and a jump rope.
I dreamed a smile and love.
I dreamed a slow moving car
Guns pointed out tinted windows
I dreamed shooting, POP POP POP
I dreamed tires squealing
And blood.
So much blood.
I dreamed the life leaving Kiki's body
next to the beach ball and the jump rope.
I dreamed of three boys begging for mercy
When I dreamed none,
I dreamed of Kiki's smile once again.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC
In deafening silence the clangers spilled their blue string soup!
While inTrumpton the boys in the fire station rang their fire bells.
The miller was windy in Camberwick Green.
And Bill and Ben.
Well they lived in a grass fuelled happy hippy scene.
With a sweet lady called ****
Hector lived in his house of fun.
Where he enjoyed his little ***** Zsa Zsa her name,
Gabor perhaps.
Bonjour, one funny frog, amphibian named Kiki.
Hector well he was a dog!
In the garden of the herbs.
Lived a jolly friendly chap.
A lion called Parsley.
What a crazy name was that.
The owl,well he was a sage.
A seer of things to come.
Bourgeoisie in the garden.
Sir Basil and Lady Rosemary.
A pair of toffs with taste!
And they wonder why today.
We poets have a vivid imagination.
Wasn't due to taking drugs.
Was the influence of T.V. on our fair English nation!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
I'd like to tell a true story to you, dear readers. It's not exactly a nice story, but it's one I've only told to a few, so I think the time has come to make it public, especially since I know that the only person involved that would read it is me. This is a story that has changed my life, for good or ill, some experience that curdled my perception of how the world I live in works.
One night, years ago, I wound up at a house party in beautiful St. Augustine, and I was sober when I got there, very late, as I had promised to be the dd. But, we walked from the dorms back to Riberia Street, so I had no responsibilities once we got there. So, while drinking and partaking of other choice substances, I met the now famous Emily, she who I first started really writing for, she who set me free from some pointless idea of what was necessary. Dear God she had perfect ******* and could kiss like French writers wished their wives or lovers could kiss. I fell in love with her that night....and also was wounded at the same time.
Emily had three friends, a Latina from Miami called Natasha ironically, a White girl from up North named Lauren Ruotollo, and another chick from up that way who introduced herself as Kiki. I was in the middle of a conversation with Emily, when I had to *** So, naturally I walked off the porch and did my business on the side of that house, and while standing there I looked to my left and saw a random dude shoving his thing into a girl's mouth propped against a tree. I thought nothing of it in that moment, and went back to talking to that perfect Emily.
What felt like hours or honestly was only minutes later, on the back porch with my tongue in Emily's mouth and my hand up her shirt, Natasha and Lauren found us; hunting for Kiki. I found her out back, not ten yards from where Emily and I were standing. She was the girl taking it hard from random ******* who left her with not even a thank you. Her skirt and ******* were racked up over her stomach, and when I picked her up, she coughed up *** all over my shirt. I carried her to Natasha's car and put her inside, yelling to God that He owed me one. Emily, Natasha, Lauren and Kiki then rolled off into the wee morning hours, and a little piece of my soul died.
I went back inside that house and couldn't find that empty piece of **** So I snorted an entire 8 ball and took off my *** covered shirt in the middle of Riberia and burned that ****** then and there.
So when you ask me why I have some problems that didn't come from the Army, I'll tell you this story.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
"FORTUNATE BIRTHDAY"
Birthday doesn't only mean aging celebration on earth's surface. But tells how well one has grown wide and bestowed on earth's ground.
Obviously she's prosperously come from womb. Her birth was full of fortunes, wishing @Kiki Oshinbajo a propitious birthday.
A birthday diluted with protections, peace, and harmony, healthy donkey days. Peaceful Birthday, 'KIKI'
#C9fm made up
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC
love loving you and me
love loving you my little children
love loving you little by little.
love loving you noonie and zion
love loving you kiki boog and fat dad.
love loving you my little children!
love loving you darling, has a certain thing
love loving you darling, o, how they love me
love loving you darling,
love loving you baby
love loving you little dream
love loving you who
would have known it;
love loving you little baby
love loving you and i'm glad you to call you mine.
gods greatest gift.
love loving you is no surprise
love loving you my little children .
my greatest blessings call me mom
love loving you and me
love loving you my little children!
Cara Chappell ©️
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
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James R. Morse, NYC. 2012
All Rights Reserved.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
I am inside a room
It is so wonderful
Seated on a complaining bed
"Kiki kaka kiki kaka"
The bed is complaining
On it is a three inch mattress
It is shrinked to one inch
Before me is a table
Full of complaining books
Others lack hard cover
Others pages were used as tissue
Others pages were used as insulators
On top of one is a Brocken pig pen
It ran short of ink
And it is complaining
Working under unfavourable conditions
To my left is a stove
"Chululululu"
The rice it a sufuria are complaining
The gas is smelling
At the furthest corner is a radio
Complaining, shortage of power
........................................
Life cannot be such promising
Seated alone and talking with apparatus within
I am spending today
To renovate them all
That next time
They praise not complain !
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Once a knew a girl, a world traveler at best, who only wore heels and feather from her ears
She loved to tells her stories to strangers she had met, and from her lips her lies were always charming
People didn’t mind, or never knew because her smile was a rare form a radiating beauty
And she held her head high; her glasses half full, a philosophy she learned from always hiding
Classy, yet demanding fit to be a queen but there will never be anyone to fit her
Her laugh made others happy as she sat on elephants, while her tears made even men cry
Brave one, oh brave one, your snakes around your neck give kisses so don’t you fret
But she will always be alone, loved by everyone but no one to stay with her forever
As she grew older, her journeys slowed down seeking a permanent home
Away from adventure, society’s glam, just her and her pet kiki
Her red trailer was park on hill top to see how the world would go about without her
Still wearing her heels and some sort of carcass, she thought she was still on the stage
I met her again at train station, thrilled that I remember her from the past
She the kind of girl who becomes famous without caring about her bills
A genuine gracefulness, something that I will never forget she stand tall like an Amazon
And although she was cultured, two bags at her side off again to make life meaning-full
Classy, yet demanding fit to be a queen but there will never be anyone to fit her
Her laugh made others happy as she sat on elephants, while her tears made even men cry
Brave one, oh brave one, your snakes around your neck give kisses so don’t you fret
But she will always be alone, loved by everyone but no one to stay with her forever
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 3:48 AM UTC
There is little here
in this sun-scaped city
to press a frown onto my face.
I feel free
I've lost ten pounds
my skin is smooth
I bought new fashionable clothes
and I laugh more than ever before,
and that is what people see,
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all these new people
who laugh at my funny name
only see this happy smiling girl
who is kind and quick to help
and make jokes
and dance
and offer advice
and yet despite the freedom I feel
it comes with equal parts guilt.
have I ever smiled so much before?
The me people meet now is so new to me
it feels like a lie
it's nice of you to ask me on a date
but how could I tell you the horrors of my past?
with all this smiling
you'd never believe the years of frowns and tears
no one would think to look for the lines where you can see my burn scars
they wouldn't look at my differently
when I trace old bruises
they don't think
to be careful when touching me
they don't have a clue
and it's all I've ever wanted
to have people think nothing is wrong
for me to be like the other girls,
but now that that's what people see,
my smiles though real
make me feel like I'm lying to everyone around me.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
When I was a little girl,
My daddy said he loved me,
But when he drank,
He would tell me to get the **** away,
And hit me and my brothers,
When I got a little older,
He stopped hitting me,
Especially at our weekend visits,
Because he knew I would tell,
But he still hit my brothers,
And later even my sisters,
But he talked down to me,
And always drank,
He said he loved me,
At the end of the day,
He'd even hold me when I slept,
Or give me medicine when I got sick,
But if he loved me,
And mommy,
And Boo,
And Bubba,
And Seren,
And Kiki........
He wouldn't change all the time,
And he wouldn't have hit us..
He treated us like property,
Like he owned us,
And everyone breaks their toys at one point,
Now,
Don't they?
You cannot love an object,
You cannot love your toys,
You cannot love your property,
I say I do not love him,
I say I want him gone,
But even though I see my step-dad as my father,
All I ever wanted was for my daddy to love me back,
To truly love me,
And treat us like family,
Not his objects,
Now,
I do not care,
I truly do not care,
I accept his existence,
I do not love him,
As my father,
But deep down,
I'll always love the good times,
The fake thought of his fatherhood,
But I love my step father,
I enjoy his existence,
He is my true
You cannot love your property....
cdh
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
He shot Max.
My God. He shot Max.
Blood sprayed on the streets
at the uniform's feet.
They shot Kirby.
Oh Lord. They shot Kirby.
Bullet holes punch his flesh.
Pain radiates fresh.
She shot Kiki.
F**k me. She shot Kiki.
Inside her own fence?
You call that self-defense?
So man's best friend
comes to an end.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
Dear Kiki,
I know your're not yet gone
yet we had such a wonderful bond
that when I saw you on my bed
with your small, soft head
with your green, hazel eyes
I wish that they were saying lies
that you are NOT dead
you're NOT what they said
but I know the day will come
where I will sing and hum
your sweet soul to heaven
where we will meet again
I know the day has not passed
but I hope the sadness does not last
because I know we'll meet again
In sweet, heavenly Nirvana.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
i can't.
when trimming the calico hairs on skinly jaw.
like trip-hop leaching out of your pearly *******
like magic-jesus.
with porcelain around her
animal seeds.
where i can find:
the swirling of Listerine flushing down the side of your throat.
like swabbing for cells from the floor of your tongue
like swapping girls.
or
(like) picnicking deep inside
flower-bait.blue
trilling Gatorade apology/
simulating love.
and even now. inside the folds of dead house plants
i would be okay if you stained my teeth
with anything
you
had
to offer.
horse-whole in the water-
milky for you-
white as cuticles.
like the **** me/ hum of the A/V cart
hooked up and left running:
nothing.
stuffy
in the boxed we built
i am more perfect than camouflage
like pipilotti rist screaming her lungs to pale ribbons.
as kimono as Kiki was real
she- as brave as anything
i found it out.
as fragrant as
the deepest rooted thing-
blissfull as the afternoon.
as
red
as good cadmium.
and that is ******* red
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
(tales from the viral lock-down)
Brice (my brother) is cutting through what smells like a stack of cinnamon french toast.
My stomach growls at the aroma like a hunting cat.
I jump out of bed, grab my robe and rush excitedly to the kitchen.
I see the pan in the sink.
gasp “You didn’t MAKE me any!!?” I accuse, in indignant shock.
Brice, looking up, “JESUS, get on some fu-kin' clothes!”
He waves his arms like he's fighting a flock of birds.
I look down, “GOD, I AM wearing clothes, you PERV! - and a bathrobe”
"Who says THAT’S a bathrobe??” He says, sarcastically.
Me: “Kiki Montparnasse!”, I say, indignantly.
My mom enters to fill her coffee cup.
Brice: “Will you please tell YOUR DAUGHTER to get on some clothes?”
My mom inspects me and I twirl for my audience.
“That IS a little sheer”, she pronounces.
“ARGH!, FINE,” I say, before stomping off to change.
I start to fume."HE CAN GO ALL OVER IN BOXER SHORTS BUT I CAN'T WEAR A BATHROBE?!!"
“And HE didn’t make EXTRA TOAST”, I yell back in pointed accusation.
“Get to work,” (on more toast) I hear her tell him, just before I slam my door.
another day…
My brother Brice is fighting with his girl-friend on the phone.
Of course, I'm only hearing 1/2 the conversation - but he sounds like a ****
Me: "apologize," I silently, slowly, exaggeratedly mouth
Brice: "fu-kovv," he mouths back, silently
Me: "I'm your sister," I say, "I get to boss you around, besides, I KNOW what’s BEST"
A minute later - He actually apologizes!!! And they make up.
(I dance around the room like Rocky)
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC
I just crossed over it.
That demarcation between
who I thought I was, and
wanted to be....and actually
have become.
Behind me now
is that person I
yearned to be.
In unfamiliar territory now
and expecting imminent
destruction.
Yet there is nothing here
on this side of oblivion
save a bottle of whiskey
and pure existentialism.
After having another drink
and putting on Led Zeppelin's
When The Levee Breaks,
I remember a similar rainy
night seven years ago,
stealing two bottles of
red wine from the Publix
in St.Augustine and drinking
said wine on the beach with
Lauren and Kiki as the storm
enveloped us in some sort
of human connection.
I never ****** either one
of them but I would have
liked to, but in those days
I had no confidence even
when drunk.
In those days I didn't
realize that I had something
to give besides money and
an averaged sized ****
(even though it's not crooked).
I believed in love and truth
and was eventually shown by
the world I find myself in now
that there is nothing but the
life we make for ourselves.
It is not up to me to change
the fetid world, it is not up to
me to hunt down that *******
who pumped a nasty load
all inside of a random **** victim.
I was raised to believe that
we actually had a purpose, a
mission given to us to do
all we can to negate human suffering.
I realize now that it was all
nothing but sheer false hope.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
N'olwazi lumala ne lwatika
Naawe eyali yansuubiza obutaligenda,wamala nondeka
Nondeka nga ndaaga nga ndi nzekka
Bwebatyo omukwano gwaffe omungi gwetwalina neguyiika
Naye kiki ekyagaana?
Kuba omukwano gwaffe gwali mungi ng'ettaka
Kino sakisuubila nti gulidda wansi negukka
Naye kati omutima wamenya noleka awo
Omukwano gwaffe wasuula busuuzi awo nga bisasilo ku kasasilo
Byonna byetwayitamu,ng'ekisiimula wasiimula
Kati bwenkuba essimu,oba ng'atagiwulira
Bwoyamba nogikwata ebigambo byoyogela bindetela okwejjusa
Naye eky'okukwagala sikyejjusa
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 2:33 PM UTC
I wonder if I’m too ****** up to ever get my ending
Tattered and torn to shiny and new
If Cinderella walked past me would I even notice her shoes?
Do I act like I’m in love with you?
Because I’m really trying hard
Is this just how we do this now?
Wipe modern love’s sweat from my modest brow
It’s really hot out today
Can you send me any nudes?
Baby please be a cool girl
I promise I won’t be ghosting you
And moms, well they all love me
Some ***** named Kiki loves me too
Please buy all the ******** I’m selling you
My wittiness and charisma is just all a clever ruse
All of these matches couldn’t light a single fuse
I wonder what the greatest generation would have to say to me and you?
Cause there’s no more ******* foot pops
No more dear John I love you’s
Let me get out of this whirlpool before I drown in all the hearts
Everyone says theirs is broken but you’d have to find it first
Starter husband, starter home, starter **** and starter wife
Someone smarter shouldn’t bother with my stupid ******* life
Where the **** have we gotten to
Where heys and how are yous
Are so mundane and you complain
When an emoji doesn’t follow suit
I think I’ll stay down here in loneliness
And maybe my dream it will appear
She’ll be tall and she’ll be funny
I’ll say everything she wants to hear
It’s really hot out today
Can you send me any nudes?
Baby please be a cool girl
I promise I won’t be ghosting you
And moms, well they all love me
Some ***** named Kiki loves me too
Please buy all the ******** I’m selling you
My wittiness and charisma is just all a clever ruse
All of these matches cant light my fuse
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC