"ovulating" poems
I wrote several years ago, a scrap of paper with wondering thoughts--lost.
Delinquent, ovulating, ***** lovers, ***
devil, **** lies, logic, science
dalliance, omission, legality lost, sultry
does oppression look like sex--yes:
It was forced, it ran it's course
but it still runs, runs runs
silently, but in actuality, loud
quietly, but it prowls, hunting for calamity
a sad reality-- a tragedy
with wicked twists which linger
on my wrists, hips and thighs
charred with scars and lies,
I lied: with my thighs
when i let you in, it wasn't a sin
but a lesson I learned, as a girl
and education I didn't earn
--but I sure paid for
no cause for concern
but I find it discerning, sick
and disturbing--you seek dolls
so fine, glossed pretty pink lips
that shine, lips like mine
but there is no crime,
put a price on a doll
and say she's worth a dime.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
After years of bleeding
Seeing society retreating
On oil slick sands
On bible belts
And boy bands
The world is ovulating
Waiting for the impregnation
Of a dreamer’s nation
Intertwine
With an age of the mind
The birthing pangs
Blanking on the dark ages
Yet we cycle back
Again
Rising up from
The ocean’s foam
Then sinking
Deeply into
Their dark depths
Another age of greatness is due
Returning
From the spurning of
Science and poetry
FDR to McCarthy trials
Beatniks to Vietnam
The Roman Empire
To the dark ages
The last sages
Got trampled on the road to war
The great poets
Frequently ignored
But it’s time
For another revolution
Evolution
End of pollution
And the dissolution
Of our greed ran
System man
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Ovulations are jubilations
that result in celebrations
if so intended
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
After years of bleeding
Seeing society retreating
On oil slick sands
On bible belts
And boy bands
The world is ovulating
Waiting for the impregnation
Of a dreamer’s nation
Intertwine
With an age of the mind
The birthing pangs
Blanking on the dark ages
Yet we cycle back
Again
Rising up from
The ocean’s foam
Then sinking
Deeply into
Their dark depths
Another age of greatness is due
Returning
From the spurning of
Science and poetry
FDR to McCarthy trials
Beatniks to Vietnam
The Roman Empire
To the dark ages
The last sages
Got trampled on the road to war
The great poets
Frequently ignored
But it’s time
For another revolution
Evolution
The end of pollution
And the dissolution
Of our greed ran
System man
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
Appetiser
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A fresh, hot glance in the mirror
To start
-
A lingering feeling of fat-shame served on a bed of between-wash hair with a dash of blemishes
Main
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An overture of ovulating positivity, a feeling of unfiltered joy and self-love.
Braisen confidence with likeability
Amuse bouche
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Insufferable indecision
Dessert
-
A sharp (too sharp) sting of sarcasm washed down with a sweet apology chaser.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
Weary of MANkind equality near,
Where objectifying mimics esthetic nature.
Womens openness mirrors earths nutrients,
While ovulating magic envelopes nature.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
I am a spoon
in a cathedral
extravagantly decorated
yet, internally empty
in the echoes of the hymns
I exist, a manifestation
of dreams conquered
by divine intervention
a minuscule cloud
in a land-bound hurricane
growing in voracity paired
with destructiveness
my God is a razor blade
blood my only hope
of absolution
the last moments of sanity
hope fades
faith and violence inseparable
eternitys mates annually ovulating
giving birth to consciousness
awareness a sword
decimating free will
at the end of the day, it remains
we are no more than a rat in an electrified maze
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Had my blood results again today,
Another inconclusive answer,
I may, I may not be ovulating,
A pregnancy seems so far away,
All I dream, wish & hope for seem to be on hold, maybe until forever or until made in a lab, unless we're really lucky & we can make one on our own.
I fear all the medication,
Injecting myself each day, as my only hope to conceive a little baby boy or girl,
The one thing in life that is meant to be natural, without a second thought,
Yet there's me & my loved one wanting, without much hope in site,
Cuddles in bed just don't do the job,
It may have to be a test tube baby made within the lab,
All the doctor's helping, all the tests that come, with a chance of still leaving with none.
All the love to give, we have,
All the guidance, we can give,
All the things a child could wish for we'd do all we could.
Yet the day with two blue lines seems to be a wish to far,
We'll fight & fight but hope seems to fade,
But the love for a baby grows each & every day.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
My face
Stole the skin of a diamond
To tote as it’s own mask of
Sheepskin.
Me, being the ever-ovulating orchestrator
Needed to pin the tail on this donkey
Only to rationalize why it is
Only in our nature to scrutinize
Our flaws, like a jeweler.
Each facet is forced to plead their case
While in the back of their mind’s eye
They know they will only be allowed on probation
Until the abuse from the lapidary starts again.
Tell me I’m not a real diamond
But then have the courtesy
To shatter me
Back into young, unglazed sand
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
before work i wanted to write a poem
about how i stopped ovulating when my bmi dipped below seventeen;
about how we ******* around in the bathtub, still wearing our carharts.
but
i couldn't, i had one long braid to **** with a handful of pebbles and a neon blow gun
[with which]
i will practice my new trade.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC