"muff" poems
*I've been climbing up these stairs for so long now,
But I'm still standing from where I started this brawl,
Is this a joke or am I part of a haunted story,
Cause lately I've been deprived of all the light and glory,
I try so hard to take one more step ahead,
But I fall back even harder instead,
I can hear the voices telling me to let this go,
Except that I am not ready yet to **** my own show,
How do I beat this out with merely a house of cards?
I'm not even an expert at beclouding my battle scars.*
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
wont be long before shes blowing trumps trumpet
***** little cuntservertive strumpet
armageddons coming unelected to the ball
this ******* party is going to drown us all
military fluffers for when the going gets tough
were all going **** diving and its going to be rough
all the ****** in the universe couldnt help me get it up
for our new prime sinister and its new world ******
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
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The Jay his Castanet has struck
Put on your **** for Winter
The Tippet that ignores his voice
Is impudent to nature
Of Swarthy Days he is the close
His Lotus is a chestnut
The Cricket drops a sable line
No more from yours at present
2k
Dear Gawd......I wanna be Pope..
I never ride backwards
on train or bus,
I never profane,
blaspheme or cuss,
I'm limpid,
riven of diaphanous stuff
never been given,
to a female ****
I'm penitent, contrite –
shriven of sin,
compliant, reliant,
I'm bendy n thin.
not quite castrato,
gives good vibrato
to choirboys mullato
with bellybutton fluff.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
Silver fox. Artist. Poet
W.H. Auden, flowery guff
Charming but lecherous
Stampeding to the ****
Figurative drawings, posing
Who wouldn't be impressed
"Such a pity you have to get dressed".
A long time in the waiting
Eventually, " off with that frock"
Puzzleing slow process
Just let me inject me ****
Hellfire! That's a novelty
Haven't heard that one before
Fifty shades lighter
Running for the door.
Four years on 'I like you'
Like is underestimated
Emotionally stagnant
Good job I was wasted.
Artist. Poet. Peter Cook wannabe
Lecherous small **** pervert
Loitering at the school gates
Tacky little Herbert.
Seventy four you craggy *******
Bet it still doesn't function
Roll up **** for breakfast
Bet you still ain't up the junction.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs loosen, the backbone untwist, the head go heavy over, the whole works tumbles a done bird off the perch.
Fox cubs sleep. The pointed head curls round into hind legs and tail. It is a ball of red hair. It is a **** waiting. A wind might whisk it in the air across pastures and rivers, a cocoon, a pod of seeds. The snooze of the black nose is in a circle of red hair.
Old men sleep. In chimney corners, in rocking chairs, at wood stoves, steam radiators. They talk and forget and nod and are out of talk with closed eyes. Forgetting to live. Knowing the time has come useless for them to live. Old eagles and old dogs run and fly in the dreams.
Babies sleep. In flannels the papoose faces, the bambino noses, and dodo, dodo the song of many matushkas. Babies-a leaf on a tree in the spring sun. A nub of a new thing ***** the sap of a tree in the sun, yes a new thing, a what-is-it? A left hand stirs, an eyelid twitches, the milk in the belly bubbles and gets to be blood and a left hand and an eyelid. Sleep is a maker of makers.
1.6k
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
Jack died on ***** and Jill on pills.
Mary lost her little lamb
but she just don’t give a ****
Little Boy Blue blows a new horn,
he’s the star of animal ****
Humpty’s crack was caused by bad smack,
and Little Bo Peep finally murdered those sheep.
Old Mother Hubbard sells shrooms from her cupboard
and Mother Goose used to be called Lady Loose.
Old King Cole like to smoke pole,
while Little Miss Muffet licked **** on her tuffet.
All the kings horses banged all the kings men,
then headed to the Caterpillar’s ***** den.
The Pied Piper dropped E in the village well
and danced all those children to techno hell.
These fairy tales I’ve tainted, they’re twisted and sick.
So read it again and hide it away quick!
Mom and Daddy will yell, this isn’t ok,
but I’ve painted the truth at the end of the day.
Life isn’t all sunshine and roses and smiles.
Sometimes it’s darkness, loose women and their wiles.
I’ve just told the truth my dear little friend,
I hope you enjoyed it but this is The End…
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
Warning: Explicit
If you've read
Boys With Toys,
It should come
As no surprise,
Girls talk
Just like Guys.
Having drinks,
And having fun,
The girls
Discard the curls
To think of rhymes
For naughty lines:
You make my ****** rumba;
You make my ***** clammy;
You make my **** taut;
You make my ****** latch;
You make my **** spit;
You make my box rock;
You make my canoe coo;
You make my ****** *** sooner;
You make my **** fluff;
You make my slit submit;
You make my cooch smooch;
You make my **** swim;
You make my flower shower;
You make my toe glow.
And when the last drink
Has been drunk,
The shy girl stands
Raises her glass,
To proclaim proudly:
*You make my **** grunt.*
And they did.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
Blokes in the bar sure do say some weird stuff
Like "love to **** her ******* and eat her ****
Seem to have animals on their mind all the while
"I'd like to see her ***** or do her doggy style"
What does all that mean? I'd really love to know
And how does a woman have a nice Camel Toe?
If a woman comes close and she's a real **** one
One of them may say "I'd like to give the ferret a run"
A bloke went to the toilet seemed quite annoyed
Said he was gonna shake hands with the unemployed
"You mean syphon the python" asked one of the men
"Not really, just shake hands with the wives best friend"
He said he wanted a ***** to his wife late last night
"Gee mate you shoulda seen it, I had a mongrel alright"
Apparently she said "no" and he threatened to leave her
Said he wasn't hanging around if he didn't get any ******
Fred said his wife was gorgeous and he had always adored
But lately she was off *** didn't want any more pork sword
Frank's wife was the same and she hardly left the cottage
Would never let Frank touch her or play hide the sausage
Max, reckoned he'd nearly had more than a man could take
Couldn't get near the missus with his one eyed trouser snake
As for Gerard, He said "think my wife's taking me for a sucker"
"Told me to keep away with the blue veined custard chucker"
A **** dark woman walked past, Marty said "I'd give her a ride"
The barman just laughed and mumbled "they are all pink inside"
Jack joined in saying "leave it alone Marty or you'll get blisters"
"Besides, if you turn them upside down they're definitely sisters"
In the bar I heard a bloke say "I'd give her the old Wham Bam"
"Sure would like to get the old love muscle up her bearded clam"
As the bar closed Jerry joked " If the flags are up at my place"
"I'll put my ***** between her ***** give her a pearl necklace"
All these men laugh and joke as the barman says to the group
"You buggers won't get any because you'll have brewers droop"
As I finish my wine and leave someone says "on ya bike ya miser"
Do you know what they are on about? because I'm none the wiser
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
Tones of green for envy
Red for passions fire,
Blackness for obscurity
And rougeness for desire
Yellow colours buttercups
In happiness and glee
But whiteness for the purity
of your heart's charity.
Pink depicts your girliness
Gold means you are rich
But grey brings out the trouble
When, occasionally, you're a *****
Tangerine for tittiness
And gingerness your ****
Oops! Now I'm in deep do-doos
For I've painted...quite enough!
M.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Christina Twistleton-Wickham-de-Fluff
couldn't decide what to do with her ****
Wherever she went the darned thing would shed
she even found hair from it inside her bed
So she took out the scissors and trimmed it a bit
but did a bad job and her **** looked like shhh....e had messed it up
So she took out the clippers to give it a trim
fired them up and got stuck right in
Be she lost her attention when a friend of hers called
and now theres a spot thats totally bald
But panic she didn't, nor get filled with dread
She simply decided to wear gloves instead.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 2:39 PM UTC
many flowers, only one blossom...
the singularity
of it
even a king does not
ride the same mare
twice
each particular
and unique
each time a new
first time
whomever the
writhing body
beneath
whether upon
the car hood
or cemetery grass
behind a dumpster
or in a bed even
one's red ****
explodes
disturbed
only by a
ceiling fan
another clutches
screams and howls
out an aria
a third comes
silently with
giant moon eyes
tenderness
of thighs
and the
sweet wet
mystery
between
none admit
comparison or
nostalgia
each one complete
and unique
satisfaction is
not a number
whether one
or a hundred
even a king cannot
mount the same mare
twice
each woman
always singular
not one
ever twice.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Chapter 1
-
two aspirin
a coke and bed pan
puzzled a chronic ********
and an upset stomach
Chapter 2
-
a thirteen year old Jewish boy
gets ****** off
by his mother, sisters
and the ladies in the neighborhood
to celebrate
just bar mitzvahed
Chapter 3
-
her blow jobs are Shangri-La
while sky shadowed eyes flutter
a slumber party ******
shimmers lips of **** confetti
finger ****** good
hoping to marry
eight inch packin
tattoo boy
Chapter 4
-
she married a stingy man
and her hopes of love
turned into a book of
instructions
protocols
and
standard operational procedures
Chapter 5
-
she masturbated
eyes bulging
into a scrapbook of horrors
thinking you're so handsome in a mask
with that rusty blade
her **** burned
like hell
Chapter 6
-
the amputee pouted
your knives
look great in a stained basket
go ahead
take an another arm
and a leg
as she sold off her
last gloves and footwear
Chapter 7
-
a starved crocodile
has his belly pierced
by an annoyed lion
turned
the meaty peach abomination
into cat food
Chapter 8
-
God and Satan
makin deals
for souls
burning cigars and incense
just more backroom politics
and strip-poker
Chapter 9
-
a mantra
on a subsonic level
liberates from the ravages of nature
beats back the ugly
of home made sin
when tragic turns magic
-
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
Waking in the stagnant syrup, viscous in its compound, molasses for the profound
Met Anne soiling the jar as Mouschi and Boche wage war
Diary held in the family name, passages removed for the sanctity, of a lonesome father’s sanity.
Voided bowels kept in masonry, cemented, to the back, weeping out portals of light held through a crack.
Seems prosperity can be found in imposed seclusion, though not maintained until conclusion.
Turned over for turnip change, imposing on the Frank family a need to estrange
Left off to Poland to fumigate the air, stripped of the yellow star one’s required to wear.
Thrown into death in motion, avoid eye contact, and most kinds of commotion.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
The voided track clicked into a closed lane.
Hennessy held as operators quiver in alcoholic splendor.
Rolling thunder, click clacking for no gain.
Stationary tumble, fragments of ice kicked up from the blender.
Mrs. Garrett went to town on all the *****
Traded for at cost.
Pulverized **** gifted for a glimpse of ****
Snorted out with assembling frost.
Cannibals hidden amid the train car
Stored in S.S uniforms, to be smelted in coming years
Vocalizing incendiary bigotry meant to sour
Relieved transgressions…being deemed a response to fears.
Cruel, burnt ash floating from the cinders
Red-lit skyline resonant before sleep
Slave life held in mines, and retrieving timber
Sole remaining heirloom, the cloth from their feet.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Was so *****
Little Miss Muffit
Got her ********
and did stuff it
Right up her
delicious wet ****
Didn't see
cobwebs and stuff
On the *** end
was a big spider
****** got stuck
deep inside her
Men get bitten
and start yelling
She just laughs,
enjoys the swelling
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
They all want to be fit and buff
They curse you with words so rough
Till you drop and blood you shall cough
Better cover your ear with an ear ****
So you wont hear their evil laugh
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
He sat there and stared at her,
Not in a creepy way -
She just made him think, that's all,
Think about why the kind of love he wanted seemed to be strange...for a teenager.
You see,
Everyone his age makes it sound like you only date a girl to get blow jobs and **** her and have ***
That's all they talk about,
And also making out and groping ***** and ***
But to him,
Love isn't that,
Love is cuddling,
Holding your girl close and telling her she's beautiful,
Love is trying to make her laugh and turning down every compliment she gives you with, "Don't forget that I'm also very stupid."
Love is never letting her leave you without telling her you love her.
Love is taking walks and holding hands,
And whispering thoughts and kisses on the cheek.
Love is being innocent 90% of the time, but using your other head 10% of the time.
To him,
That's what love is - contradictory to the opinions of all his peers.
That girl he's staring at,
He loves her,
He doesn't imagine getting a blow job or hand job from her,
He can't - but it's not like he'd turn her down if she wanted to -
He can't imagine having *** with her,
He's too scared of pressuring her into doing it if she doesn't want to...
The kind of love that his heart beats for is the innocent kind,
The one where cute little memories are made,
Where there's less kissing and ******* and more talking and laughing and heart-to-heart's,
The kind of love he wants seems to be weird for a teenage boy,
So he stares at her,
Wondering if she would like a guy like him -
That's just him and love,
Love makes him weird...
His kind of love is weird.
Is that the kind of love she wants?
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
A new car, a new computer, a new twinkle of a star in my eye from afar
and an old soul trying its hardest to remain whole.
To cleanse of all impurity is the sin of forgetting our infidelity
and sadly we must bare the aging tear a mare.
So saddle me up, strap yourselves in and remember there is always tomorrow mornin.
Actually.
There is always a today because we all eventually die.
The sunrise is out of reach no matter how hard we try.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
hair dashing vision deploy sud featherless\
motion in active taste bud slipped on eternal\
tip of my tongue whistle lunge internally\
**** drizzle dripped seating scampi intestine\
grip swung intensity hitting uvula grump\
the bedroom slippers pajama snap running\
throat hiccups stuck doll sitting smudge crap\
pat tack in scratch mouth I due alley loop mucus\
packing trunk wood you irritate stove chappy baker\
hunk the lock spinning the sling cling on schnapps\
surviving by the beer Craving Peace of ear confession minding\
the sake of better judgement intrigue maleficent impression\
spite traditional contraceptive contradict hypocritical Kitab rewrite\
Ktab inducting paschen arrange friction pronounce tissue adjudicated\
hit or miss mission issue clevis tension ******** metabolism buoyant crevice\
sullied virginity abolishing hip ripping meat window damp moist cherry\
fur confined steed Structurally Mounting **** transcoding soil instrumenting\
matrimony ring band regent gown slapping *** crack Larry the Cable Guy wed\
Din Din Baby Fat Naming like/
be Naming Baby Shat Chat/
bei spin nozzle creek up/
drift bottleneck swifty/
dream line bleachers/
above the body top/
under tummy tuck/
wackbush stroke/
c ******** broad/
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
BABY
The agony of waiting.
Painful twinges
This had been a very different pregnancy.
Pretty cherubic baby, born dressed in her Sunday best.
Bright pink ribbons adorned her dumb blonde tresses.
Born in a dress of royal blue.
Rosy cheeks and sparkly eyes.
Born wearing pretty patent shoes.
All done up with diamenté buckles.
Her hands encircled by a ****
Mummy and daddy.
Were totally shocked.
Seeing their daughter born entirely dressed.
They desired a child for ooh so long.
The delivery truck pulled away.
The package ripped to bits.
They were so excited if not just a little shocked.
To unwrap their realistic new born baby doll.
They were sure she was going to be a little nipper.
© Livvi
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
I want to
be a lesbian,
because I like
the taste of ****
no chance of pregnancy just lots of tasty juicy stuff..
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC