"pizzle" poems - Hello Poetry

So, here's this: Every third breath is made by a boa constrictor. He lives in my ribcage, you see, and sometimes like to see what his musculature can do compared to mine. If every night star story started with a clear light, what would happen to cloud cover? What would happen to all the silver linings? I felt what you meant when you said sometimes you yearn more for a body to hold, someone whose arms say more than their breath, than their breadth. Boa knew it all along, but I've just been letting him grow and gripe. I knew it all along, that it would feel better then worse, as he grew he'd need more space, he'd demand more space and take up more space. Except I always thought space was just a place for stars, and if you needed to moonbounce, you always had another planet available. Except you didn't, and I didn't know if I wanted one, or a different you. I want bits and pieces, I want to build my own puzzle with preference, 500 pieces that are hand picked by yours truly. A puzzle is still a puzzle if all the pieces mostly fit, right? Even in designated cutouts, with enough use they fade, and become questionable in their habits. "Are you sure this goes here? These reds are not the same" "Sure hon, it's been like that for years, it's supposed to be like that". When do you seek your better fitting other half, though? Boa can twine, at least. Better to be fluid and versatile, than stock and habit.

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Dec 12, 2012

Dec 12, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC

alliesaurus

Pizzle Puzz

So, here's this: Every third breath is made by a boa constrictor. He lives in my ribcage, you see, and sometimes like to see what his musculature can do compared to mine. If every night star story started with a clear light, what would happen to cloud cover? What would happen to all the silver linings? I felt what you meant when you said sometimes you yearn more for a body to hold, someone whose arms say more than their breath, than their breadth. Boa knew it all along, but I've just been letting him grow and gripe. I knew it all along, that it would feel better then worse, as he grew he'd need more space, he'd demand more space and take up more space. Except I always thought space was just a place for stars, and if you needed to moonbounce, you always had another planet available. Except you didn't, and I didn't know if I wanted one, or a different you. I want bits and pieces, I want to build my own puzzle with preference, 500 pieces that are hand picked by yours truly. A puzzle is still a puzzle if all the pieces mostly fit, right? Even in designated cutouts, with enough use they fade, and become questionable in their habits. "Are you sure this goes here? These reds are not the same" "Sure hon, it's been like that for years, it's supposed to be like that". When do you seek your better fitting other half, though? Boa can twine, at least. Better to be fluid and versatile, than stock and habit.

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Seven thousand mile away I studied Shakespeare by candlelight due to long and constant power cut yet I still made A1 grade in English Literature My friends grew up in Shakespeare country they have electricity twenty-four sevenRed all they can write is diss poetry and act as useful idiots for thieves and loonies they tell me I am suffering and cancelled I say “You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!” “Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.” “Villain, I have done thy mother” “Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell” So we know why anarchists are dripping with envy and jealousy about the man who read Shakespeare by candlelight and yet bettered them all so I say again “You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!”

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Dec 1, 2021

Dec 1, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC

yenson

Red Blockheads - As you like it...

Seven thousand mile away I studied Shakespeare by candlelight due to long and constant power cut yet I still made A1 grade in English Literature My friends grew up in Shakespeare country they have electricity twenty-four sevenRed all they can write is diss poetry and act as useful idiots for thieves and loonies they tell me I am suffering and cancelled I say “You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!” “Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.” “Villain, I have done thy mother” “Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell” So we know why anarchists are dripping with envy and jealousy about the man who read Shakespeare by candlelight and yet bettered them all so I say again “You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!”

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Buck necked, Dreads hanging on like a cat’s hair ball … Buck necked, She tells her moms On my Obama phone, long distance Welfare carriers Pigeon messengers Yelping life at her mama On my cell “They just be different here” “Auntie, daughter-sister-niece” With her best pal black Making promises late birthday gifts Buck necked Didn’t even toe the pool water Long distance in the Ladies’ At least a couple hours On my Obama phone… It’s definitely not about me When hooting & hollering Mad loudly Urban jungle jive, Who the hells this guy Mr. Old boy push over A gay Patiently waiting For her shower with black White pizzle steam Dissipate Learning to speak up If we are free I choose to enjoy my experience Not the type to be Tugged on someone else’s leash What little time We Dismiss or Fully embrace “People just be so different here” Hi I’m chop-liver, welcome to My place, Give me back my phone Not feeling at all At home. Yet she’s buck necked.

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC

butch-decatoria

Buck Necked.

Buck necked, Dreads hanging on like a cat’s hair ball … Buck necked, She tells her moms On my Obama phone, long distance Welfare carriers Pigeon messengers Yelping life at her mama On my cell “They just be different here” “Auntie, daughter-sister-niece” With her best pal black Making promises late birthday gifts Buck necked Didn’t even toe the pool water Long distance in the Ladies’ At least a couple hours On my Obama phone… It’s definitely not about me When hooting & hollering Mad loudly Urban jungle jive, Who the hells this guy Mr. Old boy push over A gay Patiently waiting For her shower with black White pizzle steam Dissipate Learning to speak up If we are free I choose to enjoy my experience Not the type to be Tugged on someone else’s leash What little time We Dismiss or Fully embrace “People just be so different here” Hi I’m chop-liver, welcome to My place, Give me back my phone Not feeling at all At home. Yet she’s buck necked.

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Notches, lines, and curves Leaving holes, missing parts Looking for pieces, in places People, to fill gaps Persons to flip, perhaps Find one, almost a match Let them be this, Force them to fit Oh, don't fit? Get a hammer Pull your hair Gnash your teeth Tear your nails Stub your toes Bust you funny bone Look all over For that perfect piece All look the same Maybe, a bit different I have to admit Eventually, a simple plan Systematically, try them all Eventually, you have two piles The ones you tried And the ones you don't Then, out of the blue The piece is in your hand Maybe you had to turn it Or maybe it was just right In either case, there it is When you have it There is no reason Try the rest, the untested Should be forgotten They're not worth your time That one piece, special Completed the puzzle And it meant the most Because she was The hardest to get

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC

httphellopoetryacid-love

Pizzle Puzzle Piece

Notches, lines, and curves Leaving holes, missing parts Looking for pieces, in places People, to fill gaps Persons to flip, perhaps Find one, almost a match Let them be this, Force them to fit Oh, don't fit? Get a hammer Pull your hair Gnash your teeth Tear your nails Stub your toes Bust you funny bone Look all over For that perfect piece All look the same Maybe, a bit different I have to admit Eventually, a simple plan Systematically, try them all Eventually, you have two piles The ones you tried And the ones you don't Then, out of the blue The piece is in your hand Maybe you had to turn it Or maybe it was just right In either case, there it is When you have it There is no reason Try the rest, the untested Should be forgotten They're not worth your time That one piece, special Completed the puzzle And it meant the most Because she was The hardest to get

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