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"libertino" poems
She saved his name In the dearest part of the Places in her phone-book As him As the wall-paper As the ringing tone As the welcome message As the shut-down message As the reboot message As the password As the screen lock As the screen saver Because it was him. She saved his name In the tender-most spot of the Tissues in her juvenile heart As the billow of her night As The pillar of her tired body As the undergird for her weak shoulders As The king of her threatened soul As The man of her womanhood As the human part missing in her nature Because it was him. She led herself wallow in the Most turmoil of the whirlpool in his social-sphere that came to her Young academic world For money For sanity For sanitation For security For preparedness For social emergence For the future calamity And for self-completion Because it was him And he was available. Married, settled and most available, Available to all; the young, the adult and the aged Available to men, bi-curious and women Available to the poor, peasant and the owning, Available to the unschooled, the so-so, and the knowing, Available to the widows, the married and the divorced Available to the immaculate, the citizens of red-street world The Harem keepers, red-tent keepers and the pimp’s protégée, Available to the Arabs, Negroes, Asians, the black Jews, Chinese and the Albinos, Available to the whites, Ab-origins, the lame, the bearded and boob-less women, Available to the epileptic, the ghosts, the dead, and for the burial rituals of the Luo, Available he was in extra version as a Libertino. By Alexander Opicho (From, Lodwar, Kenya) [email protected]
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Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 5:57 AM UTC
Him
She saved his name In the dearest part of the Places in her phone-book As him As the wall-paper As the ringing tone As the welcome message As the shut-down message As the reboot message As the password As the screen lock As the screen saver Because it was him. She saved his name In the tender-most spot of the Tissues in her juvenile heart As the billow of her night As The pillar of her tired body As the undergird for her weak shoulders As The king of her threatened soul As The man of her womanhood As the human part missing in her nature Because it was him. She led herself wallow in the Most turmoil of the whirlpool in his social-sphere that came to her Young academic world For money For sanity For sanitation For security For preparedness For social emergence For the future calamity And for self-completion Because it was him And he was available. Married, settled and most available, Available to all; the young, the adult and the aged Available to men, bi-curious and women Available to the poor, peasant and the owning, Available to the unschooled, the so-so, and the knowing, Available to the widows, the married and the divorced Available to the immaculate, the citizens of red-street world The Harem keepers, red-tent keepers and the pimp’s protégée, Available to the Arabs, Negroes, Asians, the black Jews, Chinese and the Albinos, Available to the whites, Ab-origins, the lame, the bearded and boob-less women, Available to the epileptic, the ghosts, the dead, and for the burial rituals of the Luo, Available he was in extra version as a Libertino. By Alexander Opicho (From, Lodwar, Kenya) [email protected]
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Au coin de cet organe, Y caressant ses cordes sensibles, Ma Muse Toscane Joue de sa lyre irrésistible. Un son, pour chaque mot D'amour qui deviennent Inspiration ; et le tempo S'adoucit, d'aussi **** que je m'en souvienne ! Car il n'y a que le cerveau Qui s'imagine que l'italienne Devrait m'offrir sa peau de porcelaine. Mon pauvre cerveau, Cet espèce d'organe maso, Me pense libertino !
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Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
Le tabou de mon subconscient