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Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
moon
mo͞on/noun: Moon; noun: moon
1. the natural satellite of the earth,           visible
(chiefly at night) by reflected light from the sun.
synonyms: satellite
"an eclipse of the moon"
a natural satellite of any planet.
plural noun: moons
synonyms: satellite
"an eclipse of the moon"
literary, humorous: a month.
"many moons had passed since he brought
a prospective investor home"
synonyms: a long time ago, ages ago, years ago
"we stayed at that hotel many moons ago"
anything that one could desire.
noun: the moon
"you must know he'd give any of us the moon"
verb: moon; 3rd person present: moons;
past tense: mooned; past participle: mooned;
gerund or present participle: mooning
1. behave or move in a listless and aimless manner.
"lying in bed           eating candy, mooning around"
synonyms: waste time, loaf, idle, mope;
informal:      lollygag
"stop mooning about"
act in a dreamily infatuated manner.
"Timothy's mooning over her like a schoolboy"
synonyms:    mope, pine, brood, daydream,
fantasize, be in a reverie
"he's mooning over her photograph"
2. informal
expose one's buttocks to (someone)
in order to insult or amuse them.
"Dan had whipped around, bent over, and mooned the crowd"

Old English mōna, of Germanic origin;
related to Dutch maan and German Mond,
also to month, from an Indo-European root
shared by Latin mensis and Greek mēn
‘month,’ and also Latin metiri ‘to measure’
(the moon being used to measure time).

[sat·el·lite] ˈsadlˌīt/Submit
noun: satellite; plural noun: satellites;
noun: artificial satellite; plural noun: artificial satellites
1. an artificial body placed in orbit around
the earth or moon or another planet in order
to collect information or for communication.
synonyms: space station, space capsule,
spacecraft; More
transmitted by satellite; using or relating        
to satellite technology.
modifier noun: satellite
                                     "satellite broadcasting"
satellite television.
    "a news          service          on         satellite"
2.                                                    ­   ASTRONOMY
a celestial body orbiting the earth or another planet.
synonyms: moon, secondary planet
"the two small satellites of Mars"
3. something that is separated from
or on the periphery
of something else but is nevertheless dependent
on or controlled by it.
"satellite offices in London and New York"
synonyms: dependent, subordinate,     subsidiary
"a satellite state" a small country or state politically
or economically dependent on another.
synonyms: branch, colony, protectorate,
puppet state, possession, holding;
communications satellite, weather satellite
"the satellite orbited the earth"

4. BIOLOGY
a portion of the DNA of a genome
with repeating base sequences
and of different density from the main sequence.

holding; historical: fief, vassal; informal:
offshoot "a former satellite of the Soviet Union"

           mid 16th century (in the sense ‘follower,
   obsequious underling’): from French satellite
or Latin satelles, satellit- ‘attendant.’ [space sta·tion]
ˈspā(s) ˌstāSHən/ noun: space station; plural noun:
space stations; noun: space station; plural noun:
space stations; a large artificial satellite used as a
long-term base for manned operations in space.
men·ses/ ˈmensēz/noun
plural noun: ******
blood and other matter discharged
from the ****** at *******.
the time of *******.
"a late ******"

late 16th century: from Latin,
plural of mensis ‘month.’
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
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wordvango Mar 2015
between my ears
blood
shot
eyes
I dab
with tissues,
an ache
in sympathy,
trying to conceive,
beer and Ibuprofen
help
to relieve...
assist my words
of empathy
to discharge;
I try to go through
this (curse?):
periodically,
bleed,
metaphorically,
with you!
Lucy Tonic Nov 2011
It starts like this
Watch the ocean and sky kiss
Building a ship of feathers
A place for sunburnt, stranded sailors
A tray for stillwater dreams
We crave a spell, a fix, a score
A contagion or a cure
Wearing shades till the candlelight begins its rhyme
Never get caught in nursery time
Never make contact of eyes
We tell ourselves it's Bethlehem
Inhaling glass
Playing house
Psychological profiles of planets
Silence amuses and upsets
Lay on your backs, arms out-stretched
Watch other heartbeats teach flying lessons
Hallucinate in sunspots
See the clouds as they dot out your fate in negative space
An extinct hue of eyes amidst a shade of blue
Stick your head out the firmament
Past the clouds
Breathe in the stars
Dome of the world
Never as menacing as these white fences
The moon and her ******
All our defenses against a scorching sun
Skyscrapers pierce but our fingers an eyes remain the best tools to drill small holes
To see what we want to see
Squinting in belief or disbelief
Hot cities and cold deserts
Hot coals and dust bowls
Anchored ghosts
A strange, soothing spark
A defeated arc
Acorn fell upon my head
Mother earth waits with bated breath and open jaws
Beware mass hysteria in a closed world
Fear-mongers striking dumb first
War efforts
Sounding alarms
Black swans
Sick doctors
Confetti leaves
Glittering sheets of ice
Thrones of sapphire
Where is all that truly radiates
Invisible lighthouses of hearts
Pitching tens for spiritual camps
Sitting Indian-style above his grasshoppers
Waiting for the day they'll make music again
Rotating along the circle curve like Buddha on a toy train set
A supposed circuit unending
Making night, restoring light
Millions of years in one blink
Life unworthy of life still thrives
Tattooed with shoelaces and turquoise veins
Repercussions of deformity
Antiseptic bombs
Hitchhiker's thumb
Scapegoats and escape artists
Chicken pox
Contempt attacks with gnashing teeth
Compliments and black *** magic
Totality, forgiveness, thunderstruck
Too good to be true
Kneel in the desert and die
Animals **** and we sing love songs
Oblivious housewife with a feather-duster
Talking puppets
A flick of ash
Adam's rotten-apple atoms
Superbirds and Zenplanes
The Morning After
Dead idols, trendsetters, setting worlds on fire
Casino collapsing
Purse-*******-Keys, check
An embrace like a boa
Penetrate, Swallow Whole
One nail through two feet
Time's cruel canopy
A funny tragedy
The audience is laughing blood
James Floss Jan 2019
“WHATS MORE,
THEY’RE CROSSING OUR SHORE…

HOPPING FENCES;
MIXING ******

DAUGHTER FROM
ANOTHER POOR

REFUGEE SPOOR WITH
ILLEGAL INTENTIONS!”




(this is satire;
if you thought otherwise—
seek immediate intervention)
am i ee Jan 2016
almost full moon earlier
lighting the earth
bright soft light
scattering everywhere

so cold that the wooden boards
comprising the deck
crack and snap at each
foot step
merely soxed ones at that
no heavey shoes

waking after several hours
go by
walking out with hot water
in white china cup
boards snap and
their winter song flies out

hating to return to the warmth
of the bed
would rather be out
under the moon
the moon i've missed,
missed so much

the rhythm of the seasons
bears me not in mind
natural changes since
the beginning of time

but wait for me dear moon?

i didn't mean to be away so long,
and now i don't mean to sleep
inside
away from your charm

beautiful moon
beams down,

silly little one
you can't stop the
eternal march
of this imagined time

tears do no good
resigned
to the deep deep
wisdom of this moon

i sit patiently
when i do sit
patiently

under the light,
the subtle rays
of her monthly
delight

a lone star is visible
this last of nocturnal
checks

morning rushes
closer with her
impending light

clouds cover the heavens
it won't be so bright
when the moon and her light
slip away with this waning
night.

it is said
it is predicted
a blizzard on her way
to cast all astray

dear moon
you and i
will sit
and wait

to find out
exactly what form
this storm shall take!

i love you dear moon
my bestest of companions
but for my beloved puppyhead
well....
you two for sure
but, well, then again
there was Pd

we all love you dear moon

you regulate our ******
those of us with ******
and regulate our charms

always
eternally
in harmony
with you
whether we know it

or not!
Lucy Tonic Nov 2011
Light keeps the darkness at bay
Darkness keeps the atoms in sway
Memories faked as much as faith
Raw neurons on a birthday cake
Wet leaves stuck to white car hoods
Look just like bullet-holes would
Sketch me, photos make broken shelves
Till leaping lamb of hope kills itself
Come together and taste some death
You'll be like Seth or burn like ****
Googly-eyed with brains all fried
Notes the secret satellite
Reality shifts under your feet
As your door breaks down, here comes the heat
Pink fish visions and scaly birds
Robots prophesize unsaid words
Indians paid with camera lenses
While the moon loses all her ******
Americans watching cartoon life
As their hands turn clay and rust is rife
Yeah, we all got our own dead twin
Tastes like cinnamon vitamins
You ******* dumb deadly lifeless fools
Reject anything until it's cool
Light keeps the atoms in sway
Darkness keeps the shadows at bay
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2023
The first-ever satellite images of you

Stranded upon pain inflicted desolation

The process of coming to pieces:

Nocturnal carnivorous planetoid

Moon in your mouth

They hint at remarkably renewed unfriendliness

It’s the same face we all see

Precious and cracked

Your isolated body orbiting

In its bitter ******

Where no sunlight ripples through

The string dangling between your legs

All the children hidden underneath your navel

Have fled down to Earth

To live or die in documented nightmares of their own
Church bells heard through sirens
Is all hope is dead
Or is it hiding
Modern society sickens me
Daughters being pushed and bruised
Mothers forgetting their babies
Fathers drinking till the pale world falls to pieces
What happened to honesty?
Poise and laughter
More gossip is read than gospel
Is this where I have to bring my children,
Into this unforgiving, unfair, unfortunate world
Gavels bang as widows weep
A gun fires as a child drops hopelessly to the ground
Will this ****** ever end?
Will peace ever be restored?
S E L Nov 2013
I’m falling off this rock
There’s not enough gravity left

I stood on the wrong side, too close to the edge
Now, I’m falling, fare me well


We didn’t pay all our bills to God
Not insured enough, walk and run and trip and fall



So, now.         kaput!
Save this crazy lifetime in a warped bottle

Which soon will crack for all its solar scrutiny
Insulate the bold things you can never have on stained glass fuzzy print

A half eaten apple sitting on a dusty cloud still has that deified eye planted on it
Globes are lit in insolence on mossy beds

Dreams in armour pick up tell tale signs of cooing sounds very far away
An autumn landscape falls upon the face on a knight whose real name is you

A cruciform gift embedded in a rock only the worthy can retrieve
A lump of coal burns in steady flickers within the palm of hand

Hop out bowl and try to fly, yet land four seconds short of truth
Hiding beneath a rude rainbow and peeping out at striker rays

Cells squirm and turn, ready to burst out soma

And a sky stretches on and on, like a dicey waterfall in ******

One photo snap and it’s all gone!










tonight I watch it come alive at ten to midnite

recalled clues illumine yet don't show all
amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough
frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating ******>hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row

biological status quo
kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro
naturally physically rumbling,
   heard all the way in Oslo

   supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously
wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no
   zona pellucida anchored byte size ******,
   potent embryonic fetal moe
newlweds nocturnal merriment
   moma's ****** marked march 1959

   lovingly joyusly, insemination happened ha low
bullseye clenched diploid fertilization
   guaranteed germinating heiress
   while squaqking lichen Apache at Diablo
   ma late mother did should know

upon awakening upon tautly stretched exertion
   during dilating ******, which jiggled like jello
three score orbitz round el sol, warmed cockles

   and muscled away brutally cold degrees
   tab billed an igloo,
   or circa six decades
   drafted exuberant **...**...**...
cuz, i.e. thencee at 362nd day

   baby in belly did fully grow
December first nineteen fifty seven
   sanctioned newly minted papa  
   to sing a capella for he's a jolly good fellow

   quintessential nascent
   kickstarter heady everflow
though wintry dark,
   a “hi” beam illuminated
   newborn girl with dayglow

sans, mechanical engine ear
   papa (an honorably discharged army vet)
   all spit and shine groom,
   who wed a bride somewhat callow

first time parents with giddiness did saul fully bellow
Boyce and Harriet Harriet countenance
   twas (like an elf on Christmas eve) all aglow.
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D­ear Sis – I knew not what else to do
thus, this poem crafted fur ewe
a doe ting maternal gal – whose time on Earth flew
I was famished
As my curves started to grow
Knobby knees and a little *** belly
******* that had started to bloom
Like a seed that turned to a rose
Hair grew in places underneath
Men started to turn there heads
My dresses were getting awfully short
But momma could not afford any more
My round backside boys started to notice
I felt awkard and unaware
****** spilled over into my *******
Sitting in church thinking of how I sinned
Deep into the night
My fingers would find me
Digging desperately at this tiny spot
Over and over all the time
My salvia wetting the tips of my fingers
As I dip inside
Trying to hush my moans
Yet they escape
I wish I could ******* own
Squeezing my thighs
I was taught this is wrong
But this thrist is something I need
This obsession is the only thing I have
Into the dark with quiet thoughts and a carnal need
betterdays Aug 2016
mesmerized by minutiae
am now a mermaid
on the mainland
mindlessly milling about
without
control of musclebound legs
both manacled and free

minor mishaps and major setbacks
mirror the inside maniacal mentality
currently managing me

making frankenstienish manners
a mockery of the model citizen
I purport to be...

mild dyslexia, myopia, melancholy
hormonal changes,  missing ******
mindless weeping....throwing spanners
and all manners of fits
.....not to mention drooping bits....

madness beckons, second...seconds
each day an adventure in
crazed endocrinematic revelry

so tired and weary,
living the life of bleary wide eyed misery

good news though...
those in the know
say it only lasts
for three to five years

menopause.....give three flippin cheers

mercy...please
S E L Dec 2013
you never could get along with those nocturnal visitations
which try to lull your reason and make soft
reality

inside trappings of my broken sleep, the gallops of your petulance
gets traction in the volleys of your tirades                                      
and I wear your influence like a triple metaphor on ******
highly magnetic and so giving


(so, do I have to duck each time I wish to speak?)


the sun sets slowly, in defiance of the sky
and slyly seeps its blazing colour trail
evening birds come to roost inside my closing eyelids
and there, they wrestle throughout the night
jostling for a space they believe is theirs
they bite and peck in restless dispute
till they find rest in the niche above your dreams


on the vine, grows dusty pods -- cache of independence
and such cracks in the ceiling may prove useful
in the end


it's in your veins where your fractious genius lives --
the whispers of my wishes race along the highway of your blood
chase through your arteries
dart into the mind and back to the heart, where they hope to reside
but it gets a decorated invite card to kindly leave
but you don't see me feel it
(the tiniest embossed part upon the reverse is a modest
ilu)
I must come to terms with who I am. I feel myself encompassed, listless
I drown in my own tears, plugged by my ****** and *******
When shall I fall behind and bring myself to the finish line?
Who shall help me? Can anyone really?
Is not life the weight of a thousand eyes and crippling murderous thighs?
I stand alone in this earthly lair,
I rise above the hands of those I thought dear
My goodness, it pains and brings about an ache so indescribable
What plugs me down is within myself and yet everyone
Engulfed. Gluttonous in its discharge
I am in pain
Not “half agony, half hope”
But a mix and a medley of the muddiest of emotions
My grass alongside my womanly pride
I hate my insides and what I contribute to the outside
I exhale all pain, unencumbered by today’s victories.
We're passing
Passing through the long narrow roads
Together
Like a skirt with odorless tulips
On a bike
You are pedaling
My chin closed to your shoulders
I want to yell in your ear
I don't like my childhood
But you
The marry go round 's still
rounding in your eyes
Like the memory of the grilled maize
Hot and sweet
I turn
my back leaning on yours
Looking at the sky
The sun loosing its light on each tree one by one
And I ask :
The grandma hasn't told any
stories for a long time, has she ?
-no answer heard-
And you keep on pedaling
And I
Always suffering from the pain of ******
Send my regards to the crows
and tell them that the scarecrows
are not alone they just play roles
My doll has been sleeping since
the last time I heard my voice
-Lullabies matched with her dancing-
Say more
I'm happy
cos I put my head on the pillow
smelling my odor at night
-I'm happy-



می گذریم
با هم می گذریم
از جاده هایی باریک و بلند
چون دامنی که نقش لاله های بی عطر و بو را دارد
بر چرخی نشسته ایم
تو پا می زدی
چانه ام به شانه هایت نزدیک است
می خواهم در گوشت فریاد بزنم
کودکی هایم را دوست ندارم
ولی تو
هنوز در چشمانت
چرخ و فلک می چرخد
چون خاطره ی بلال ها
...داغ و شیرین
برمی گردم
در حالی که پشتم به تو تکیه داده است
به آسمان نگاه می کنم
خورشید
تک به تک
از درختان جا می افتد
)) : و سؤال می کنم
مدتیست که دیگر مادربزرگ قصه نمی گوید !!؟
هان !؟
-پاسخی نشنیدم-
تو به راهت ادامه می دهی و
من
همیشه از درد پریود رنج می بردم
از قول من
به کلاغان سلام برسان
و به آن ها بگو
مترسک ها تنها نیستند
خوب نقش بازی می کنند
از آخرین باری که صدایم را شنیدم
عروسکم به خواب می رفت
-لالایی هایی که با رقصیدنش کوک شده بود-
و باز هم بگو
خوشحالم
وقتی شب ها موقع خواب
سرم را روی بالشتی می گذارم
که بوی مرا می دهد
-خوشحالم-
Azmi Oct 2018
Her naked body
   Always turn you on!

Her soft skins prospected love shower
Not any hone!

Her hairs to prevent your time to go any park, forest such as garden!
Because once time you'd play it by your fingure,
That time those peace gives you so much pleasure!
Her forhead makes you craved for kiss
    The time you should framed those moment scared to miss!
Yeah.
Every girls want such a seemly gaitey.

She's have a dark deep eye!
   There'r only place for beautiful spy!
May be is perfect place to dive
   Without any rive.
Trust me  it's doesn't matter you knows swimming or not!
Her eyes is only  satiety for you.
That,time you realised don't need find any kind of paradise!
   Because her eyes perfectly allocate to rise.
May be you don't need any wet
      Her lips's enough to comfort het.

Her naked  neck  make you hardly, feral love
        And gives you pleasure around like long rove!

Her breast make you thirst!
   Not only compress nor ****,.
This orgnan to help act excited hardly ****.
  
Doesn't matter are she's have a
flat stomach or fat!!
  She's the only one who'r able to cover inside
Your love! Within till 9 ******.
   Is really good pleasure through your penes!
      
She steed canvas on the ground,then rises like an acrobat!

Those steed deep dark and strong,
  Sometimes plop-egg, drop-egg!

Earn kudos from the eartsy folk,
Be hip --- plucky 'lay an egg!
           Every months how much she's suffered to "******" pain!
   Only due to blood rain!


From hip to legs make you dabbler in *** activity!
     her legs gives to indicate to make a fascinating moment.
   Her legs like a ride
Which could not make your emotions hide!
    
Jzt **** out every parts!
   Think 'bout tommorow uh'll have not this type of love kart!

Her barefoot on your foot
She treads softly!
   Without any costly.
please if  I make  any  grammatical errors person me..
and  one  thing remember that,
women is an masterpiece of  art.
her  body ❤
O woe is me about everything, all the time
A little child is being eaten by an alligator
Clearasil turns a pustule into a crater
Just when you think it's too early, it's later
"With our boxes of matches and our necklaces we shall liberate this country." -- Winnie Mandela, April 13, 1986 (Necklaces are tires filled with gasoline placed around the necks of bound political opponents and set aflame.)
Your 2 spirit stance smacks of 2 outlets to void ***** whilst guys in
the butch building trades lay down slick pig blood linoleum floorin'
LONE STAR May 2022
They sharpen the knife
Not to shape my life
But to make me someone's wife
That will lead to a strife

They want to bleed me dry
They don't care if I cry
They are not even shy
To push my legs wide open,why?

The scars will last till eternity
Have I mentioned infertility
My ****** will now be with great difficulty
What about the infections due to increased susceptibility

I once had a dream of marrying Abdul Bhula
But because of the risk of obstetric fistula
How can a woman not have a child and be a ruler
Then she will cry having conversations with God in a Dua

If they care
Let them not dare
To do the same to my sister Leah
I know the she can't bare

To silence the voices inside my head
This practices must be dead
For our daughters to live happily wed
We have to forget the outdated practices of the dead

© Lone Star ✨ poet
® Jerusa Mentrin
Circumsicion is killing our girls
Say no to Female Genital Mutilation
It ain't gonna be me the stinking state pigs will be a-cuffin' because
I ain't licensed at nothin,' not even bakin' a sweet, California muffin
with big raisins, orange sprinkles & whatever else I feel like stuffin'
so as not to yank out prematurely before I gets more than enough in
Sometimes I cry as pigeons peck my *******, other times I just tell
them to stop it & not to do it ever again because I don't like it much
Fattened cows ate our tomatoes & starving pigs then ate our posies,
so don't you dare take a huge, reekin' **** on our colorful tea cozies
'cause lovin' you's like fressing cherry pie from a gal with 1 bad eye
while I sit cocked sideways needing a yardstick 'cause I ain't so shy
Mary Ellen Judy Norton Taylor Walton your ******* are too flabby,
so I will go down on your furry tuft below, that I jokingly call tabby
as Judy suffers from, & is afflicted with, an obtusion of farm senses
that interrupt her monthly charges regardin' normal-flowing ******
For Hef's ******* Judy was feverishly hot on a bear rug naked bare
after flinging aside T.V. pretend bro' Jim Bob's farm-boy underwear
that he wore when they rocked the house in grandma's rockin' chair
1 day I was viewing The Keiser Report starring ugly ol' Max Keiser
which would detract from my sexiness yet make me so much wiser,
& cause great-toe-jammin'-pecker stiffness & irritate either eye sore
while grindin' down 4 canines, 8 premolars & a middlemost incisor
I'll sing 8 days on the road in my big truck like I'm ol' Dave Dudley
running from Jesus God and hiding with waitresses as I rave studly
of a manly prowess using stiff asphalt laid thickly to pave mud free
like the wife support payments forked over by singer Neil Diamond
that would be burdensome to a poorer Jew like the shill Neil Simon
Boldness & beauty, blackness & blue, I am stupid, just not like you
'cause as my cornflakes sog in milk, I don't sell my nuts for a *****
anywhere where life spells death there is a cloudy heaven to pursue
It was hard push, yank & pull, talk ***** to me don't talk ***** to me
I like you or likely I love you, I try too much, better just wait & see,
while I give up at changing you into the woman I long for you to be
in the image that schmo Bobby Darin wanted for ****** Sandra Dee
whose big ******-numbed ******* nursed Bobbie's raw-milk brutality
pitched on a bowling lane of broken-leg bone & severed-hand ****
what made him stolidly 910 million times more serenely handsome
under the guilty shadow of the gay Bruce Jenner gender switcheroo

that could very well be his surgical whoops slip up Waterloo before

he would sexcite sike **** Hillary Clinton's homosexy affairs anew
whilst his hot peas thawed, hair pack jelled & old girl caught a clue
beyond clues given for cows driven to spit up cud for another chew
in kingdom halls where witnesses disfellowship guys seen fartin' &
queer-drunk on Mexi-gasser beans poured from a lime-green carton
that was endorsed by ******-ball Dino Crocetti A.K.A. Dean Martin
who liked pancakes, hotcakes & flapjacks with blackstrap molasses
as he denied hotcakes for burnt pancakes, griddlecakes & flapjacks
& proctologic exams for nothing that probed his chafed crap cracks
that looks like a flounder, that with a *** cleaver, a crazy *** hacks
at my red wiener, warty cucumber, candle stick & old orange carrot
as witnessed by my chimp, quokka, gerbil & clipped African parrot
that is so selfish with gooily-raw rat meat that he'll not even share it
with the hack Bob Browning & his ***** monkey Elizabeth Barrett
****** hid her vaginal emptiness from Richard Cory, Kyle S. Bruce,
Daisy Lou & Garett Hobart's lost nephew whose quarry tile is loose
You screamed like an unwashed **** when I pinched your lard ***,
I can't stomach your sister, because she is such a whining, hard lass
conjuring up old Crowley occultism, but what makes her the worst,
she wants me to sign a ****** suicide pact that states that I die first
as self-****** is a sin & she cares little about my soul being cursed
in realms that count not among its angels William Randolph Hearst
& Marion Davies & accused wife-snuffin' millionaire Robert Durst
whose hunger for Malay tail was sadder than greasers dyin' of thirst
I slumber in greenish ***** ill puked hard *****-woozy & drunken
too sick to down gooey, greasy doughnuts I shoplifted from Dunkin
'cause I purloin cream topping & jelly filling better than anyone can
now o' when Smith, of the fake Titanic, knew he was a man sunken
to televise (tele advise me telly television tele-visionary uncle Ken)
my nose from the vantage point of me red **** is funky-funk funkin'
or my ear from the fall-off point of a thin *** sins funky-funk funkin'
or brow from the terminal point of **** lips is *****-punk punkin'
or toes from a tiny point of 2 **** tips that're chunky-chunk chunkin'
& triggered at the apex of ******-**** ***** for a clunky-clunk clunkin'
once ragged atop the peak of Clinton's ****** of dunky-dunk dunkin'
& crap beyond a holt of pretty ******* to ***** a bunky-bunk bunkin'
My ultra-favorite, back-******* monkey loves me me me but
I love my bonnie Bonnie who lives across the ocean & over the sea
in a palace with Sparky Marcus who spreads a cruel, spooky mucus
over a toady staffer popularly known as crazy Luke or kooky Lucus
whose stratospherical id raced far beyond whatever Sparky ever did
long after Henry McCarty & William Bonney became Billy the Kid
Confess & grovel before the Lord, for on asphaltum your ***'ll skid
because dark spots on my shaded parts means that I got a headache,
that's got more killin'-power than a Malaysian/H.A.A.R.P. seaquake
I know that what you now know is on a need-to-know basis, and so
I counted them twice to I see that you amputated my left largest toe
to **** foot-bred animalcules unfelt as my atrophy trots paraplegical
in ****** labs of agriculturalists, whose studies are parthenocarpical
I love the challenge of a chic freak as it makes my pocked **** tired
7 days in a usual Haitian work week like quitting before being fired
which was her fat-*** way of losing a new job just after being hired
as this stunnin' **** ruptured me because she was so sexually wired

with white ***** makin' my Jacmel Beach tragedy 100% uninspired
Ol' men know that plastic Barbie doll dolls want G.I. Joe men, ever
since genital-lacking Barbie Roberts had the baby of *****-free Ken
whose naked 11-count stood unnaturalized as he could not reach 10
as cruel bears are bear-tricky like Smokey Bear & T.V.'s Gentle Ben
in ol' Kowloon City where Nancy Kwan sleeps with me as Ka Shen
who smoked Raleigh cigarettes for cancer & sailed north for scurvy
to enhance her perky nay-nays & to make nip-wide hips more curvy
on the roof to the floor, beneath the attic in my dungeon topsy turvy
On rough seas no boy sailor knows what a Chinese cargo ship'll do,
'cause in a tight D cup bra a raw-rubbed lawyer **** may ****** sue
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2018
ripping the head off doves Jesus
walked on blood; instead of singing
she speaks philosophically;
every life is a tree with white leaves
excuse me the woman disappeared
all the pretty feminists get off the bus;
choosing to leave her abortion in
the woods to be eaten by ravenous
wolves her legendary ****** blowing
holes in tank armor; pretty feminists
marching  Ukraine's Lennon shot
in the future when waiters are robots
she's such an angel; ***** & shot in
closing the bus leaves the station for
the mass shooting generation of killing
w/ assault rifles manufacturing bustle
technology the urban dilemma; pretty
Birth giver of my breath,
since earth and I met;
Great depth is my debt,
absence of death you let but yet.

How can I a mortal clay repay?
Beyond words can say.
Never passes away,
Older than for ever and a day.

Mysterious is your ways,
To interpret what you convey.
Portray a wise sage of old age,
was just born yesterday:

I have my own milky-way and galaxy in my mind;
Inside my head called the temple so sacred you'll find.
All the unwritten verses that curses my hand to write;
The words that emerges that even in the darkest night,
to see nothing less than the presence of brightest light.

Whispers of the heavenly hosts,
Then flows the life force Ghost,
The foremost in my innermost,
Leads my fingers to compose,
What is essential the most.

Heard not the ears of the world, longed but forgotten,
The words beyond any one in this moment could have written.
That awakes our ached spirit as we breathe in;
The Paraclete that escalates as it terminates our burden.
As I heard these words started hairs in my arms straighten.

Verses of words
                       never heard in,
                                           a thousands of years
                                                                            living in
silence it hurts
                       the very life
                                         of this earth
                                                          as it slowly falls
                                                                                   into dirt.
as people give not a worth
                             to life of each birth
                                                       bits of grit life wasted death. for us to regret
                      that we let
                                   the earth taste the blood of each death.
Yet it is not too late
                           ending the fate of hate.
                                                         before things will escalate;
Each soul has its mate.
                                   Rates at due date
                                                       those who let the earth ate
The flesh of each death.
                            What a lack of respect
                                                            The heavens never slept
As blood spills as it wept.
                                     This is not just a concept
                                                                  but the truth not kept
It is easy to accept
                            what the worldly
                                                    says on the net
                                                                  sometimes an outlet
a wrongly accepted
                             norm of a state
                                            that affects the minds of the young
As they forgotten the heavens also sung
                                                            the moment of their birth
Till the day they rest on dirt;
                              But if the Greatest Being say in His tongue:
    Be back to life whose gone so long
                                                            now to Us you belong.

          It is up to you,
       You have a mind
       Of what you will do
To be greedy or to be kind
To love or trick some minds.
To tell truth or lies that blinds.
To be selfish or to have a friend.
To stick with someone or pretend.
            To be in the start till the end.
         Even I the writer of these words
Cursedly trap within my written verses.
But each and every minute is not too late;
To have a peaceful world living not in hate.
                              I'm no prophet nor a saint,
                            But a sinner in words I paint.
                    Writing a little piece of what I have;
                   Meant not to spread hate but of love
     Even the hardest hearts could move a mountain;
If in those hearts they give a chance that love may spread in.
Black, White, Red, Yellow,
Korea, U.S.A,. China, Filipino,
And all the countries that follow....A-Z (Not world war Z)
South, North, West, and East
We are all one race
Different looking in the face
Far and away different time and day in each place
We are just in this crazy maze of haze
But we are called the one and only HUMAN RACE.
We could never destroy our own;
Imagine your own will destroy your home.
It is easy to share even the little piece of spare;
But it is hard if we did not try or dare.
Almost close to a place called nowhere;
Where everyone could walk the streets without fear.
To look at each others eyes then smiles a lovely stare.
But where are those who dream?
Those inside themselves silently they scream.
That the mean world destroys their self esteem.
That the world let them believe not what it seem.
A spark of an idea could change the world;
Burning as the bush the words twists and twirled.
We get confused as it spins and swirled,
But hope in the good lord everyone can afford.
             Reading this very sentence
               For you I clap my hands
             You have a lot of patience;
    Verses and words as dense as the oceans and lands.
    Words painful like a woman's ****** you can stand.
Now you can share what is Nowhere Now, Hear Now Here.
Or you can do anything that brings this world some meaning.
Thank you for the patience and time for reading this rhyme;
I hope the One who inspires me will give you everlasting time.

7/26/2018
David R Jun 2021
what is this that grips my senses
its magic grasp inveigling,
the mauves, the reds, as blood of ******,
as fairest ****** beguiling

depths of salmon orange,
the deepest, velvet pinks,
bid me pay them homage
as Pharaoh to his Sphinx

i gaze in heartfelt wonder
and touch her deepest secrets,
scented lightning, silent thunder,
quenching soul with her streamlets

of ever transient virility
of flower of fertility,
her arrows o' Cupidian agility
blushing unashamed fecundity

words cannot paint your beauty,
or describe eternal mystery,
they cannot do their duty
unlock thine vernal divinity
inveigle
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge

first stanza original:
what magic is this that grips my senses
in its grasp beguiling
the mauves, the reds, as blood of ******,
as fairest virgins smiling

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