"oris" poems
Memory takes me back to long ago. I can see the deck of the slave ship I came on, smell the salt air and the hot vinegar used to clean away the escaping stench below the deck, hear the sound as male slaves exercise, as crew members play fiddle music while chains thud hard from the dancing amusement of the slaves. My home was near the River Senegal on the coast. The slave traders ships brought colered cloth, beads, *** and cowrie shells to trade for our black flesh. Father raised cattle, rice and maize. This ebony man traded muskets, gunpowder, needles and colored thread, for what he grew. On the day of our capture, we marched during the long day tied to each other, given only thin meal and warm water. Tiredness bore down on our limbs each step. Canoes came on waves toward us. Fear moved down the chained line of men. Women and children were separated. Our clothes were taken. Standing naked, mouths were opened, and muscles felt. We had to jump up and down while moving our arms. Chosen ones were branded on the skin. I screamed loudly until my voice refuse sound. The time for hearing is gone. Rapid waters filled with blood, as some are tossed into the sea, for circling sharks to dine on. The ship offers only sixteen inches to hold me, others have two and half inches if tightly packed. Bodies are in the hold, secured down by chains that are nailed. Faint cries of agony beat on my ears like drums. I try not to breath in the rancid smells of those who have soiled themselves. Air is limited. Mutiny usually takes place within the shoreline. Because when at sea chances are less to escape. Slaves who simply refuse to eat are force fed with the speculum oris which is placed in the slave's mouth, opening the jaws then food is pushed in usually rice or millet. Crew members tried wash away stench of blood from floggings, feces, ***** from between decks until this day the stench still remains. Living as a slave while your soul is dead is a living horror.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
I've kissed your midnight lips
I savored your lunch on your labium inferius oris
I even tasted your morning breath
And there's no one else I would share these moments with
But you.
Just you.
You.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
The white goddess is still an early age
The city was like hanging verdant technology.
Antorum ends moves seipsum of large sums of money.
In beauty there are the countries of Latin America
Sea of the great part of gold.
The future finds hell in a clone.
Star Wars College and Mammalia
To draw Close to his wife's village: the children, they call him
Puck said live female carrots
American thinking about the six posts.
Baby moon of fractured poets.
Door converted to gold and parietem pictum.
The open hands of numerum girl are from the yellow Igor.
The audience in England heard a drunken drink
his father on foot: full of evil
Three of those in the Greek natus
Public domain of fraud and living waters, and
And the wild beast of the star and that's how it was.
The shape of the jellyfish, this stone.
And for the kids, I walk a little.
Perseus with a law the sky dictumentum Velitusce euismoduat
Metallum of the most beautiful when he left politics.
From the figure of woman wearing multicolored dresses.
Barbie is writing the most delicate strings.
Delights and hating
Those of an exuvial criticism. The guys are Guy.
in the past captured trigger of the oris excisis,
and a part of the art of wanting to maintain
shameless feelings memories of incolis atrocities of Hunger
A voice of kisses
White goddess remains a young age
the city was like hanging Green Technology
Before moving large sums of money
Beauty is in the Latin American countries
much of the golden sea
in the future find a hell of *****
Star Wars College and Blood
to draw close to the village of his wife, the kids, they call it
Puck said live female hair carrots
American thinking about the six seats
Moon of poets fractured baby
Door turned into gold and cool
Open hands of the girl's name is Igor yellow
England hearing heard a drink is drunk
walk from his father, full of ***** badly
Three of the sound to the Greeks
from the public and with the running water, and
And the wild beast of the star and thus it was
The manner of the Medusa, this stone shall
1 and for the children to walk a little
Write a bill with the Sky
the brass of all and the most beautiful when left in the
Woman figure wear multicolored dresses
Barbie is writing the more delicate chains
delight to hate
One of the critical moment, the guys Guy is
the wall of the captured trigger at last,
and wishes to keep a part of the art of
Shameless feelings of hunger's atrocities
A voice with kisses
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC