"mammary" poems
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
Face
up here
holds the
Eyes
and
Ears
What your talking to
are just fatty globules
mammary glands...
and as they stand
have no capability to make
decisions
Except nourishing Life
So...
Look up for two seconds
and face the hand
you're now talking to
The Deaf and Blind
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
young love disgusts me
like an infected cow’s mammary gland
your milk is full of antibiotics and ****
you drink it
you like it, want more of it
it wants more of you
but it’s really just making you sick
although nobody really tells you that
you just drink the milk, easily satisfied
until it makes your way through the digestive tract and destroys your newly infected insides
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
If I was a provider of the content I like
Like I wanted to be I’d never have gotten that
Surgery that ****** up my mammary glands
I’d gush a milky **** for all audiences
Even the ones that knew me before I turned bad *****
And spoilt
Even my great aunt and grandma and mom
who have finally befriended me
on Facebook
The ***** in me covers up and cuts off these
Lady parts
But I heat up and cant hide
The spark in my eyes when I see a girl
Unafraid of her ******
Wearing lingerie on IG
Feminism to me is radical or bust
Is ********* your ****** ****** and
Taking lots of pictures as proof
Of your own ****** occurrence,
Reposting if I get taken down,
Moderator of my own **** self.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
..............there’s such a clamour
so much choring
memory thread
I sit
armchair
rocking head
receiver of motion
bleaker of putty trauma
creator of mammary craving
.....best take up knitting or wood carving
the fortress of thought
(in strict connivance with a bewildered host)
compiles the 'person idea'
protects the fragile calculator
from biting at its own exposed
and useless self mating psychology
from glutting on its own tail
and merry going mad
in a tune of hoops...
..stammering to achieve valuation
for our decent management
projector
may you continue operations falser still
defeating our own polygraphs and making fools of our internal courtrooms
i sit on this chair
things go still
thoughts occur elsewhere
am i left to not be ?....................
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
i like **** of all sizes
no matter the shape we always make compromises
they're all generally hidden behind brassiere disguises
embellishing decorations that cover up glamorous prizes
i always got milk on hand
secreted from those voluptuous mammary glands
some may say they feel like water balloon brands
silicone addition seems like an unnecessary plan
honey nut oats with those titttiiiesss!
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
**Because the beauty of your ****** is not a sin.**
I saw you in the twilight
Disrobed in the state of nature
And I gaped and gasped in awesome delight
Spellbound and elated in rapture
As I beheld your voluptuous features
As I gazed upon your priceless treasures
From peak of the mountain
I went down to the fountain
In the valley of your mons veneris
And holding on to your alluring pillars
I have been transfixed at the altar of your estuary
The estuary of your conjugal sanctuary.
I saw the falconer trading his falcon
With the bounty hunter for his gun
Lost in their lust for your connubial offerings
Spellbound by the allures of your charms
And I came in the fleeting mist of the fleeing night
To behold you even before the Aurora Borealis
And saw you embracing the heavenly light
As Father Heaven kissed Mother Earth
And you were enchanted in heavenly mirth
Oblivious of my winking mortal eyes
Hypnotized in the ether of celestial bliss.
At the unveiling of the beloved daughter of Eve
Made perfect in the bowels of boundless love.
Let the fire be kindled in my heart
The eternal flame of my spirit
The breath of eternity
The ether of life formed in purity
Born bare and born free
As my enchanted eyes can now see
Freed from the chains of pains
The pains of natal travails
Oh! Woman! Thou art the vessel of motherhood.
And in thy mammary gourds abound our first food
How much every man in bound to thy *****
For from the canal every man is born
Through the third eye of Eve where love flows
From the seed sown the fruit is grown
The sweetest fruit of love is found in the ******
To behold your naked beauty is not a sin.
~~ Orikinla Oosinachi, 2006.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
Oh Glenda (Miz Gee gee)
years elapsed since, I didst hawk
verboten fruit adrip
from yar verdant bough,
thy strong craven raven
doth still twitter and flip
sans thy testosterone switch,
where woody pecker missus grip
ping re: egret ting prospective
relationship nixed thee
as gull friend material, hip
mistress, though heron eye did pay lip
service verily orgasmically quip
yes...wren doer ring
more'n commit Freudian slip
which peeping cardinal tip
towing thru nested tulip trip
gave balled oriole peck whip
ping lil *** pistol be
friending chirping ***** riot
inserting thingmabob
after pants sigh did un zip.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Egg gad unlike rob bin duck cradle
yar mature red breast all aswirl
asper a stationary dreidel
mammary ducts mine mouth pursed
yar ******* mine gums did ladle.
Only in memory, aye
hungrily thirst and thirstily hunger
fort deux aureole dye
still affecting this gab
bird, who didst deign
as milquetoast guy.
Whenever this birdman alone
his thoughts metaphorically drone
worm wayward toward
***** thatch, where
hello kitty doth purr and groan
of quintessentially
***** coiled hair moan
ning softly as thee
bared naked lady lies prone
admiring pinkish puckered
def flesh tone.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
Head to toe,
All the places, I wish to go,
Exploring every inch of your skin,
Flesh, Heart, Mind and deep within.
North to south, east to west,
in this journey, your whole, my quest.
A passage to the secret chamber,
Will unlock for me, a true lover.
Will crawl through my lips,
With a break at your hips.
Every part of you is a bliss,
I would never want to miss.
Attractive mountains filled with nectar,
The sweetest, I have tasted ever.
In mammary glands, a treasure stored,
nutrition for newborns, un-compared.
A joyful and wildest ride,
To reach & delve in the site you hide.
To get drenched in a river that flows,
Where life evolves and only one knows.
Want to seize, fresh blooming flower,
**** out all the honey, I will devour.
Want to make you feel,
That heaven is for real.
Scrolling, tip to toe, with my touches,
Covering your whole, with my smooches.
For breakfast, lunch and dinner,
My apatite, you are my platter.
Sweat from your warm body,
Beautifully resides, tidy
on your skin, each drop
Like a fresh morning dewdrop.
Providing ultimate pleasure,
With intense pressure,
And my naughty gesture,
Will lead you to heights, I assure.
Up and down I travel,
Every stop is a marvel.
A miraculous place, your navel,
Beneath which, next wonder, another level.
Some time on top,
and at time down I drop.
Emotion's playful game, one on one,
At the end both will win.
I want you to feel me in your nerves,
When I journey through the curves.
Pouring my love without any measure,
Moments together, we shall treasure.
I'll dive into places dark & deepest,
Thoughts of you makes me, a craziest,
Yet an act, sacred and purest,
For soul partners, not for tourists.
Your every touch, Electrifies my veins,
Powers up, propelling the plains.
Heavy Storms and thunders,
Leading to heavy cloudy rains.
My love for you, always pure,
Will retain this forever, I'm sure.
A journey that I want to cherish,
Until the day I perish.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
So now I am altered
- you player! -
but the case is settled,
well - probably not, no.
Aphex twin reduces tempo -
can Moon's ******* wrap me
mummy-like?
- Memory of the mammary.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
MMMMmmmmmm......
MMMMmmmmm.......
MMMMMmmmmmmelancholy melodies of misery, Mish-mashing memoirs in my mind.
MMMMmmmmmmmmistakes of my mademoiselle misshapen maladies, messing with my mental mire.
MMMmmmmmomentous man might made minute by mammary marching miseries.....
MMMmmmmmy oh my – my many marching miseries.
MMMmmmmmakes me miss the mystery in meeting..... Months of magical moonlighting...... .....mind you masterful mating!!
Mmmmmindlessly meshing membranes of moderately matching mettle.
MMMMmmmembering my moods and modes........messy and mostly misty as my mind makes it mildewed mould.
MMMMMmmmissed OH SO MADLY, if I may........ is the mercilessly milked MEANINGFULNESS in the mentioned misbegotten mismatches....
MMMMmmmmind you.....my merry moot mistakes.
MMMeeeee??? Meh!!! maniacally meek....moreover......momentarily MAD.....
MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm.......
5-03-2010.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
Like smoke through a crowded room,
She seeps between the cracks of life.
Dipping, ducking, dodging them all,
Passing freely to the end of the hall.
Squeezing herself around strangers,
Stroking mammary against others.
Her feet planted in front of the bar,
Hand raised to protest, "she's a star!"
Suddenly she clasps onto the edge,
Gripping with weak force to protest.
"Shots" she calls, never gains a reply,
"Shots over here" not a single sigh.
A quick view of the crowd behind her,
In shock of the horror that surronds.
The hideous approaching themselves,
Must she care little for their health.
The lights flickering to her heart beat,
Like thrillers which build with tempo.
Gasping, what lies created this hole,
Leaving her stripped of all she knows.
The hands swinging by with haste,
She stares out pleading for attention.
Nothing but blank gazes of her body,
Searching for a better man to serve.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
basemented this liminal vivarium of cool moulded plastic
with mirrors standing in for windows
and a ring of branded restaurants taking refuge at the edges
all familiar no surprises
the staff set up
for the consumers morning
of slack mastication
(Local chain, national, international)
the old-timers glomming into clump
benign zombies
an arrangement of fellas with dissolving jaws
cudding over mammary notions
untailored in sacky pallid sultana skins
reform in a mumble
doing snailish pinball movements
crossing and recrossing floors
cleanly tiled for biohazard accidents
salivating about the savoury soft foods to come
the restaurants rattle-shake-raise their security blinds
also noted
a mixed bag of people projecting
into their smooth glowing slablets
making out like worldly fools
also present
cropped and groomed toy security
peering between the fronds of plastic foliage
offscreen
public bathrooms the first struggling **** of the day
also present
a bench of youngsters in bright blue screen matching pjs
the four employees of sanitation
drumming up for the shift
see also
vague happy lady in a garish sarong
importing her holiday religion
Apr 2, 2024
Apr 2, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
tell the man he needs a wife
tell the horse he needs a saddle
do we owe the past our life
float down the river throw out our paddle
should i not complain
you advance i remain
stereotype me from the past
your fabulous image changing so fast
we'll be shakin to the rapper
renamed lawrence welk
its too late now to slap her
the future is all about the milk
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
What if wisdom, the thing, the being imaged
in the word
Sophia,
philo sophia, in a meme re maining, to this very day,
as true a depictical actual form, as lovable
as any, though
the thousand ******* of Artemis, that image...
Ask how many Dr. Spock Pablum fed boys,
would that image have cured from
mammary ******* sensory deprivation syn
drome, trap for lost boys,
never wishing fully formed in Michael Jackson, eh?
The Peter principle,
rise to the level of one's
incompetence and **** ****
and consume enough food for all Artemisis
famishished little lies, calling
more, more, more
Narrow AI, lust response,
so artfully inspired by Eddy Bernays,
and the silver screen's seductive radio voices,
Eddy,
you know, the Madison Avenue behabiourilist,
Freud's nephew... he cited Watson, the
one before the one
with Crick. Jimenee, we have been Disnified... if
I'd known
sooner, I'd have left your cake out in the rain...
so it melts, like the wicked witch of the west, or
east, I lost my bearings
who is asking what of whom,
am I involved in evolving your synaptic gaps?
We did entangle, in a sense. You are dear reader,
in the book of life with my name in it. Not on, in.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
It’s a heat that skims
off from the ground
and soaks the bones.
Music burrows
into the ears of suited men,
eating calorie-clogged burgers,
dripping onions
and then you’re in
a restaurant with blue tiles
hugging someone you haven’t seen
in six years
and time slips as treacle
under lights
in the bowl you sit in
with UFO’s blooming on the ceiling
like mammary flowers
and there’s a woman
with a bra on her head,
blonde hair like a mini blizzard
as for a moment
a throng of teenagers
in stripy socks
share sweat to Fleetwood Mac,
bees shimmying at something pretty.
It’s a scene you couldn’t picture,
except you could,
everybody has their phone out,
a flurry of colours
and drumming that drums
into your skull
like a shot of adrenaline.
Businessmen outside
swallow wine,
sit on the tube with blue ties
and rustle
the Evening Standard and its headlines
streaked with gloom.
Ticking towards Tuesday,
another man
eats another burger.
The hours pass,
the heat stays,
the music remains.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
There is no reason for this deluge
These droplets of life force in disguise
Doth brim with gratitude
There is no room for darkness here
For time is short
Download from down below
The stars so bright
This chest tight realisation
That we cannot make right
As it is so until our undoing
We tell ourselves these blames and shames
The call of universal mammary centric fame
Attracts what is necessary for the psyche
Orbits around us serving self important senses
Pulling it closer with an aquaponic disclosure
Of what cannot be purified by consciousness
Flowing from the peephole
These tools fool us into first place
Where it is very lonely
We can use them to make golden
Out of the knowledge pool gathered slowly
Between the steps of that lunar dance
That guide us closer to our true selves
Leaving no trace of what is left behind
Nothing but droplets
Freezing memory in time
Lacing the meadow
Feeding those who are hungry for sorrow
But do not wish to eat the rainbow
Absorb it through their stony skin
An emotional induction induced to guide kin
To a softer side of life
With my heart wide open
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
Best off known
Make ‘art world’ of my damage
Prepare to go mammary
Prattle my way into important company
Display something intimidating
And put in my stake
My patchwork for paternity
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC