"pinna" poems - Hello Poetry

Dressed in a robe of A startling white Tinged with blue. Eyes rimmed with dark lashes and kohl. Desert eyes. Lips curled in amusement, Long hands resting on the latest SUV, Long, tapered fingers tapping the door. An abaya and the arrogant head turns. Two flickers. One in the eye, for the slim figure and the body stands Straighter; taller. A pretty face, Unveiled but heavily concealed by Layers of foundations, shades too light. The other is a point of light Through the ear. Yes. Through the hole in The ear. His ear. A djinn slips through On the cool, night, sea breeze. I ignore the girl in black and Slide into the SUV, as easily As he slipped into my life, as Easily as the djinn blew through his ear. I eye the ear. Clean and perfect To me, despite the gap in his pinna. Each member of his tribe bears This inexpert removal. To let the djinn pass through the Ear. Else they burrow through the Canal into the brain, Trapped by the ear. Djinn travel with the wind, You see? We wouldn't want Madness in the desert. Djinn, Trapped behind those eyes. Khol eyes. Arrogant eyes. Reduced to madness? No, He wouldn't allow that. Rather a small imperfection. He starts the engine. The pretty face above the Abaya appears in his line of Sight again. Mouth's curled no more. He is uninterested. The Car roars, slips out, Joins the highway and We speed into the night. I look out the window. The Djinn travels beside us. It glitters under the street Lamps and car headlights As they move aside, To let us pass. Desert dwellers on either side. One within. One without.

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Aug 31, 2013

Aug 31, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC

cinnam-muscat

Djinn

Dressed in a robe of A startling white Tinged with blue. Eyes rimmed with dark lashes and kohl. Desert eyes. Lips curled in amusement, Long hands resting on the latest SUV, Long, tapered fingers tapping the door. An abaya and the arrogant head turns. Two flickers. One in the eye, for the slim figure and the body stands Straighter; taller. A pretty face, Unveiled but heavily concealed by Layers of foundations, shades too light. The other is a point of light Through the ear. Yes. Through the hole in The ear. His ear. A djinn slips through On the cool, night, sea breeze. I ignore the girl in black and Slide into the SUV, as easily As he slipped into my life, as Easily as the djinn blew through his ear. I eye the ear. Clean and perfect To me, despite the gap in his pinna. Each member of his tribe bears This inexpert removal. To let the djinn pass through the Ear. Else they burrow through the Canal into the brain, Trapped by the ear. Djinn travel with the wind, You see? We wouldn't want Madness in the desert. Djinn, Trapped behind those eyes. Khol eyes. Arrogant eyes. Reduced to madness? No, He wouldn't allow that. Rather a small imperfection. He starts the engine. The pretty face above the Abaya appears in his line of Sight again. Mouth's curled no more. He is uninterested. The Car roars, slips out, Joins the highway and We speed into the night. I look out the window. The Djinn travels beside us. It glitters under the street Lamps and car headlights As they move aside, To let us pass. Desert dwellers on either side. One within. One without.

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The pilgrim's pull ashore.... Strange glass waves smash their feeble ships... In the meanwhile upon land In the distant abyss..... The wildmen dance in song singing.... Ya ha ha-way! Ya ha ha-way! Ya ha ha-way! Ha ha ** ha ha ha-way Ha ha ** ha ha ha-way........... Connecting to the creator Hellion's to sojourner men Outlandish semblance Blush maroon colored skin... Pinna's stitched into costume As bead's wrap their neck Efflorescence garbs their smiles As sage smokes their chest's Trace bouquet Smell's as oak As the Willow's they do gather Pinecones and nut's the both Are used, eaten, and slathered Tis Their friends with the forest Watchmen of Cimmerian adumbration Not thy average native Not found on t.v stations They follow not the world Nor the things of material crud They gallop exposed All unclothed painted in by the mud Their mundunugu's and isangoma's Their healer's of sickened loma's Their future reader's And old time Greeter's They hash up balm pharmaceuticals And mix in remedy anesthetics Antibiotic doctors Believer's in angelic medic The pioneers come in Scratching their heads Bearing babies of far distance Bringing disease with no end They park their Vessels on edge Of those wild men they call beasts They plant their flag of hatred And the redskin's are forgiving treat's The ivory men draws gun Whilst the natives draw their god The pale man doth run This is native land didst the whitened did trod The natal men's Architect was stronger Against the real true brutes As the shaman sent home those foreigners Back to England and Europe's coupé As when the bleached beau's had left them They went into different song It goes like this Please don't miss These are the original's of the law!!!! They Carol in fire hot dance... Wee hee nah wee hee nah hee nah Wee hee nah hee nah Wee hee nah Wee hee nah hee nah Wee hee nah hee nah Hey **

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Jun 6, 2015

Jun 6, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC

brandon-nagley

Gado usdi detsadov ( what is your name) native indian dialect!!!

The pilgrim's pull ashore.... Strange glass waves smash their feeble ships... In the meanwhile upon land In the distant abyss..... The wildmen dance in song singing.... Ya ha ha-way! Ya ha ha-way! Ya ha ha-way! Ha ha ** ha ha ha-way Ha ha ** ha ha ha-way........... Connecting to the creator Hellion's to sojourner men Outlandish semblance Blush maroon colored skin... Pinna's stitched into costume As bead's wrap their neck Efflorescence garbs their smiles As sage smokes their chest's Trace bouquet Smell's as oak As the Willow's they do gather Pinecones and nut's the both Are used, eaten, and slathered Tis Their friends with the forest Watchmen of Cimmerian adumbration Not thy average native Not found on t.v stations They follow not the world Nor the things of material crud They gallop exposed All unclothed painted in by the mud Their mundunugu's and isangoma's Their healer's of sickened loma's Their future reader's And old time Greeter's They hash up balm pharmaceuticals And mix in remedy anesthetics Antibiotic doctors Believer's in angelic medic The pioneers come in Scratching their heads Bearing babies of far distance Bringing disease with no end They park their Vessels on edge Of those wild men they call beasts They plant their flag of hatred And the redskin's are forgiving treat's The ivory men draws gun Whilst the natives draw their god The pale man doth run This is native land didst the whitened did trod The natal men's Architect was stronger Against the real true brutes As the shaman sent home those foreigners Back to England and Europe's coupé As when the bleached beau's had left them They went into different song It goes like this Please don't miss These are the original's of the law!!!! They Carol in fire hot dance... Wee hee nah wee hee nah hee nah Wee hee nah hee nah Wee hee nah Wee hee nah hee nah Wee hee nah hee nah Hey **

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Jesus, lord above We got a bus full of Christ’un girls here They got rose perfume and windswept hair We got blonde bombshells with **** glasses. Jesus, why do you tempt me so? I bet they’re all off to pray. All off to do some good in the name Of our lord. Raising their button noses in reverence. But I think God was having a ***** joke When he made girls so good looking. Pearl white teeth, plush and kissable cherry lips, Salvation T-shirts With the Good Lord Jesus Saves belt buckles Man, oh man, I go to church and light candles Praying, lord please oh please If these girls are going to Heaven Save me a place in the Pearly Club. So that we can dance the night away Watching those saintly hips swing... Watching her play with her pinna earring Watching her ****** with her Ichthys ring All those lovely girls, up from the Bible Belt Nibbling on their pink-chipped nail polish Driving me crazy, torturing men forever. Just my luck, I’ll bet I’ll be in Hell While the party’s going on.

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May 31, 2012

May 31, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC

dan-hinton

Jesus

Jesus, lord above We got a bus full of Christ’un girls here They got rose perfume and windswept hair We got blonde bombshells with **** glasses. Jesus, why do you tempt me so? I bet they’re all off to pray. All off to do some good in the name Of our lord. Raising their button noses in reverence. But I think God was having a ***** joke When he made girls so good looking. Pearl white teeth, plush and kissable cherry lips, Salvation T-shirts With the Good Lord Jesus Saves belt buckles Man, oh man, I go to church and light candles Praying, lord please oh please If these girls are going to Heaven Save me a place in the Pearly Club. So that we can dance the night away Watching those saintly hips swing... Watching her play with her pinna earring Watching her ****** with her Ichthys ring All those lovely girls, up from the Bible Belt Nibbling on their pink-chipped nail polish Driving me crazy, torturing men forever. Just my luck, I’ll bet I’ll be in Hell While the party’s going on.

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I'm not Zonke, but tonight we gonna talk about Feelings. We gonna talk about stealing. My Heart. Do you remember when i was repealing, You went all kneeling, Appealing, Begging, Caring. You molested my Feelings. All this pretending Fake loving French kissing Love making while screaming and hard breathing Midnight Phone ringing I've been ignoring but its starting to be annoying While you were taking a shower Quickly I paged, while paging I perceived The ******* is cheating, I am leaving With my Feelings I am taking All my love and belongings Now that my face you're no longer seeing, Your pinna, my voice no longer hearing, Your mouth, my lips no longer tasting, My nose your nose, our noses no longer rubbing.. You wanna talk about Feelings... What Feelings?

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC

siyanda-buthelezi

Feelings

I'm not Zonke, but tonight we gonna talk about Feelings. We gonna talk about stealing. My Heart. Do you remember when i was repealing, You went all kneeling, Appealing, Begging, Caring. You molested my Feelings. All this pretending Fake loving French kissing Love making while screaming and hard breathing Midnight Phone ringing I've been ignoring but its starting to be annoying While you were taking a shower Quickly I paged, while paging I perceived The ******* is cheating, I am leaving With my Feelings I am taking All my love and belongings Now that my face you're no longer seeing, Your pinna, my voice no longer hearing, Your mouth, my lips no longer tasting, My nose your nose, our noses no longer rubbing.. You wanna talk about Feelings... What Feelings?

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'Have you ever done it to a woman before?' My throat runs dry, suddenly I'm a fourteen year old boy shoving my hands into my pockets dumbly shaking my head. 'Do you want to?' The boy shuffles feet and casts down his eyes. 'Are you-' '-monogamous? Yes.' Her eyes narrow. My face suffuses with blood which suffuses the air a startled electric pink. The scent and hue are unmistakable. I feel betrayed. Don't come any closer. She draws near. Her lips graze my left pinna. I groan an ancient groan. 'I'm not going to make this... easy for you' Her voice is more air than vowel and as thick as red meat. I shut my eyes. When I open them, hours later, I peer through my fingers at the Straight Girl in the mirror and wonder who keeps changing the ****** rules.

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Oct 6, 2012

Oct 6, 2012 at 7:07 PM UTC

mure

My Fickle Animus

'Have you ever done it to a woman before?' My throat runs dry, suddenly I'm a fourteen year old boy shoving my hands into my pockets dumbly shaking my head. 'Do you want to?' The boy shuffles feet and casts down his eyes. 'Are you-' '-monogamous? Yes.' Her eyes narrow. My face suffuses with blood which suffuses the air a startled electric pink. The scent and hue are unmistakable. I feel betrayed. Don't come any closer. She draws near. Her lips graze my left pinna. I groan an ancient groan. 'I'm not going to make this... easy for you' Her voice is more air than vowel and as thick as red meat. I shut my eyes. When I open them, hours later, I peer through my fingers at the Straight Girl in the mirror and wonder who keeps changing the ****** rules.

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Once again lonely winter days and frigid nights Hibernation or desperation flutter one’s mind Oh how we long for those summer day, as we Basked in the warmth of the sun rays, Pink umbrella glasses of Pinna Coladas or Coconut-flavored Malibu *** Now it's what will be will be Quod erit, erit! The last bikini tan lines of summer fade like autumn leave But here today it still lingered in one’s mind It was a summer of secrets or was it too much exposure to the sun? The gleaming sand upon the Caribbean shores Summer! Oh summer where are you? Oh summer, oh summer where you, Please slapdash with your misty blue skies

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC

darknbeautiful-1

What it is, Is What it is

Once again lonely winter days and frigid nights Hibernation or desperation flutter one’s mind Oh how we long for those summer day, as we Basked in the warmth of the sun rays, Pink umbrella glasses of Pinna Coladas or Coconut-flavored Malibu *** Now it's what will be will be Quod erit, erit! The last bikini tan lines of summer fade like autumn leave But here today it still lingered in one’s mind It was a summer of secrets or was it too much exposure to the sun? The gleaming sand upon the Caribbean shores Summer! Oh summer where are you? Oh summer, oh summer where you, Please slapdash with your misty blue skies

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Mother me in this maze Blood transfused in your gaze The flood is high in confined quarters your eyes shimmer like coins on dying days The passage through unknown waters The light reflects white through our barters My hand extends to a friend, briefly we make amends with the alignment of lines on our hands Bull and battered man combined brute force with a weak mind but even your unkindness inspired warmth in my eyes Tears tear holes in maroon silk Blood red rubies fall from the slits in our faces The salty seas add insult to injury transport power from poor workers to hungry eyes We are mere travelers blessed with wooden cognizant hearts Secretly teasing the embers of life to ignite our hearths There is more to see than raging seas of empty flesh Crimes of passion and tears of possession are weaved and liquidated Run after the river of your ancestor's pursuits Bright and beautiful lights bouncing off the mirrors Enticing secular exchange in specular reflection The same mistakes are made for eternity since antiquity

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Sep 12, 2014

Sep 12, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC

alina-katura-burniston-perez

Race to the Pinna

Mother me in this maze Blood transfused in your gaze The flood is high in confined quarters your eyes shimmer like coins on dying days The passage through unknown waters The light reflects white through our barters My hand extends to a friend, briefly we make amends with the alignment of lines on our hands Bull and battered man combined brute force with a weak mind but even your unkindness inspired warmth in my eyes Tears tear holes in maroon silk Blood red rubies fall from the slits in our faces The salty seas add insult to injury transport power from poor workers to hungry eyes We are mere travelers blessed with wooden cognizant hearts Secretly teasing the embers of life to ignite our hearths There is more to see than raging seas of empty flesh Crimes of passion and tears of possession are weaved and liquidated Run after the river of your ancestor's pursuits Bright and beautiful lights bouncing off the mirrors Enticing secular exchange in specular reflection The same mistakes are made for eternity since antiquity

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weight, gentle against the softness of my belly; there, mandible, and the other: ribbons of cornflower fettering hollow-bird-bones soothing dessicated pinions; chasing the empty billow 'neath ribs swelling, stretching, the emptiness of the throat; gazing down; stroking gentle against a silken cranium; pressure points, GV20 TH21 GB20, then down the pinna, watched with placid wet eyes. Fingers weave into your scruff, curling, longing; consumed.

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Oct 7, 2024

Oct 7, 2024 at 1:05 PM UTC

LarkAbel

cornflower mutt

weight, gentle against the softness of my belly; there, mandible, and the other: ribbons of cornflower fettering hollow-bird-bones soothing dessicated pinions; chasing the empty billow 'neath ribs swelling, stretching, the emptiness of the throat; gazing down; stroking gentle against a silken cranium; pressure points, GV20 TH21 GB20, then down the pinna, watched with placid wet eyes. Fingers weave into your scruff, curling, longing; consumed.

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