"lactation" poems
Sustenance for friends and clients;
state your case – come one, come all.
The matron arms of Social Service
will not let you fall.
Food stamps make our nation stronger,
licked, then stuck on the public roll.
Social programs last much longer
adding recipients on the dole…
Like the Ephesian Diana
many are my benefits!
Mine the matriarchal manna;
latch and suckle at my teats.
Yours the client’s right to nurture.
Mother will supply your need;
Child, you must not fear the future –
feed, my baby, feed.
Call me nanny, call me Lord
just make sure you’re calling on me.
Mine are the gifts you can afford
they’re taxpayer-funded, worry-free!
Once you are latched I’ll keep it flowing
like an intravenous habit.
Keep that ****** situated
where your will can never grab it
Let it never cross your mind
that there’s an end to all lactation.
Cloward-Piven have refined
this titillation.
Love me. Need me. I’m the State.
Your well-being is my affair.
With your consent I’ll dominate,
because I care.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
I share my wife and bed with another guy
They look into each others' eyes and with love they sigh
It's not easy, but there is so much love
And support from the angels and devas above
It is a challenge, we are all full of desires and need
We share laughter, massage, mystery, and games
With careful, open eyes we proceed
In the morn sometimes she's exhausted from their labors of love
I serve her a fruit shake, creamy and cold
And we listen, dazed to the morning dove
As the sun rises, hues of bronze and gold
Some may think a ********* is the cat's meow
An exciting adventure of discovery, and how!
But there's a lot of homework on this path of old
Even if the other guy is only eight months old!
Even if it's all about lactation
Not ***********
It's still a path to walk where so many riches unfold!
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
***“Who will judge, as many trudge
through mud, mucking up the rug,
a coating of clay formed by God on a particular day.
Yet talent is ingrained, whether sane or insane,
and verse is treasure or a curse, unrehearsed, dispersed for all to see,
will they applaud or disparage, this marriage of mind and rhyme,
by design aligned, a sign of the times...”***
ms. patty m
~~~
once again a thunderbolt command hits between the eyes, on-right
the precise spot where the head aches with desire to fulfill the write!
but to what can I add to this encompassing question already
better answered by the questioner?
who will judge indeed!
all the time and far too often,
the flotsam rises to the surface, when better left ignored,
while the jetsam jets nowhere, buried deep though breathing yet,
on unseen sea bottom of ignorance,
luck of the draw by one who designs, who aligns,
a capricious starscape in the firmament
as well as
the infirmity & ignominy of caskets lying quiet in sea trenches
that the answer herein contained, a supposition,
a poor poets speculation, a soul’s lactation,
the very question is a cyclone bomb by competents
who are blinded+bound+blessed by
incomprehension
the only judge and jury is
your forefingers tip,
if it tremble a-slight
when caressing the key called send,
your cellular fiber
has adjudged worthy,
and no dare disagree
talent and distinction
randomly and irrationally distributed,
but the courageous caress of a send key pressed,
is all that is needed
to impress the only judge and jury
that
authorized you
in advance to
love yourself insanely well enough
to write
and
to send for
a request for sentencing
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
Heart is connected with the universal energy
Head is logical
Heart goes with synchronous vibrations
Head will analyse everything
LOVE is Lactation of Vitall energy
When focussed it can mean "I love u"
So dil tho pagal hai
when two hearts interact in LOVE
the Spiritual Energy Xchange happen
Dil tho pagal hai
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
I was taught
Beauty is abstract, it can’t be purchased
Later I found people taking 30 days challenges
To get it faked
I was taught
Acnes are due to adolescence
But now people don’t have them
Thanks to Candy Camera Fluorescence
I was taught
Grace comes with knowledge and meditation
But people came with another way
They started shutting down their lactation
No one is black or brown
No one is fat,
No one is frown
Swagger is on high
Spirituality somewhere left to die.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Of the beautiful honour
That is motherhood;
The intense emotion of conceiving;
The lengthy lactation; and,
The labour pangs.
I fear what may happen.
Will the baby live to term
Or termination?
What will my reaction be if....
If my womb gave way before it is grown?
I am afraid
Of the minute changes; yet blissful,
But unknown.
Will my baby make me grandchildren
In this world?
I am afraid.
Agrace #feelingforAfrica
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Deciphering astrophysicists’ thought
processing; this not any too easy.
What matter dark matter sought
or if moons be made so cheesy?
Theory ever emphasized seem ******
What is there here to prove
amongst this space exploration?
Distancing self from earth you’ve
denied Mother Earth’s lactation.
Get real here right now education.
Are you listening dear NOVA TV?
Big Bang me where sun does not shine.
What care I to search galaxy,
when to me worldly poems seem fine?
Just where do we draw literate line?
Losing language of our cultures
as we see school funding disintegrate.
Lockheed Martin be the vultures.
Less deploying do we need to integrate:
for a monkey would I rather imitate.
Eeek! Eeek!
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
Galaxy. late 14c., from Old French galaxie, from Late Latin galaxias "Milky Way," from Greek galaxias (adj.), in galaxias kyklos, literally "milky circle," from gala (genitive galaktos) "milk" (see lactation). The technical astronomical sense emerged 1848.
The Red column is the ***** symphysis of the galaxy (or Latin: symphysis ***** galaxias) an enormous cartilaginous joint that sits between and joins left and right the superior rami of the archaic fossilized ***** bones located in front of and below the center of the earth's magnetic core. (In males, the suspensory ligament of the ***** attaches to the ***** symphysis.) In females, the ***** symphysis is intimately close to the ******** In normal adults it can be moved roughly 2 mm and with 1 degree rotation. This increases for women at the time of childbirth. The symphasis connects the South Pole to the Southern Cross in a direct line...the all knowing Oracle comprehending all things along that line & beyond.
The name comes from the Greek word "symphysis", meaning "growing together".
Like the aborigine in Australia, the grandfather tells what his grandfather learned from his grandfather word for word back to creation & embedded in the creation myth itself is the creation of creation w/ hints of creation's parents shadowing over the proceedings & whose grandparents hover over those born of a chaos that is a giant female beast who is their mother, the wife of a divine original king who is the son of Night who is the wife of Day who is the son of Darkness who is the wife of Space &c.
So the Oracle tells me.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC