"prophylactic" poems
The reason there aren't so many vampyres
around these days is they don't like TV hype
and the intrusions of TV news crews. It transpires
that vampyres prefer late hours and like low light levels
because they're egregarious and don't like to be seen inebrious
in the middle of their heinous, intravenous revels.
Also, unfavorable reviews about transfusions
and the confusion caused by AIDS, at this juncture,
has definitely reduced the appeal of being seduced
by some crazed and gurgling Transylvanian
bloodsucker lusting to puncture the jugular,
or any other available vein again,
especially when you don't know if they've disinfected their fangs
or only licked them after draining their last victim.
After all, vampyres were brought up in castles
when there weren't antiseptics for gargles
and they haven't been taught prophylactic criteria
against such apocalyptic viral bacteria.
And if you've ever seen vampyres with condoms
on their teeth, you'll know what I mean.
It's a scream. Everyone finds them hilarious. It'd be easier
to die laughing than to go down with anemia.
Also, like everyone else, vampyres hate ridicule.
No-one likes being seen as the fool.
And the other reason vampyres are scarce now
is that there are so many genuine muggers, hoods, crims,
druggies, financial leeches, homicidal maniacs,
psychopathic liars and genocidal tendencies to conjure up real fears
out there, that there's not much room left for quaint old-fashioned vampyres, poor dears.
But do you know something? Even though they were naughty,
I miss their occasional **** I know it was gory,
but those kisses, oh boy. We got into the femoral artery inside the thigh. It was ***** But when AIDs came along,
that was it. Definitely bye-bye. Nobody wanted to die.
These are the facts.
So these vampyres were starving and they reverted to bats.
Did a midnight flit,
and that's the end of my story.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
I don't care about procreation
To increase our population
I just want some copulation
Some vaginal stimulation
Simple genital integration
There ain't no rationalisation
For my urge for satisfaction
In my lower region location
I'm pushing the realisation
That with the physicalisation
Of the ******** sensation
Is the only stipulation
Pushing the physical activation
Of ****** gratification
I am hot with the seduction
So no more procrastination
We have all the education
To perform this fornication
Without meaning or relation
I'm not looking for affection
Or a long term infatuation
It's just a simple invitation
To engage in ****** deviation
The heated manifestation
Of a physical altercation
Without an ulterior motivation
With not a single ramification
Just ****** gratification
Of course we'll use protection
I'm not looking for infection
Don't wanna have an inspection
Followed by a painful injection
Ive a straight up expectation
That you stick your big ********
In a prophylactic invention
Stopping all types of creation
We have built up the anticipation
And my wetness is an indication
That I'm ready for connection
I want some ******** action
No mental manipulation
Only ****** gratification
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
Nothing these days is truly failsafe.
You buy some Ultrathins and the babies might win,
even the Trojan horse had issues for the boys of Troy.
Fancy ribbed models can end up in shreds
& I've seen the reservoir tips burst.
But if you're still ***** & thirst for safe ***
you should try different combinations
of tubed-latex along with 'the pill'
dispensed from
the fancy circular monthly-packages.
That's your best bet,
your best chance of survival.
If anything, don't be a dinosaur
thinking your living Jurassic,
this is about being prophylactic
'cause nobody knows
what killed those ornery
unprotected beasts.
The experts believe,
it was probably
a rare disease
that got 'em.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
We used to be so close, so inmost, so opposite and disposed and yet so equal and lazy that we were one.
Opposites attract and then get distracted. Equals distract and then get attracted.
We are opposites, we are equals, we are strangers.
We were opposites, we were equals, but today we are just two strangers with a routine of talking everyday about stuff that never existed.
We are two points intertwined by a circular line that keeps moving without our consent, lost in a infinite time space.
A friendship disguised, a feigned tolerance, a mutual and misunderstood need of acquaintanceship between each other.
A prophylactic and procrastinated love that wants to keep distance, deviating itself from the deep suffering.
But what suffering?
The suffering was only the avid fear by pain that turned us into two unaware and afraid of everything.
We are singular.
We are plural.
We're diminutive and we're augmentative.
We are two laconic passengers of the wacky train without driver that is the prolix relationship of humans, love and hate.
We are two regular strangers in relentless pursuit of deterioration of our love as a solution for all in our lives.
We are two remote lovers in relentless pursuit of deterioration of our lives as a solution for all our love.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
I wear a layer of
protection
'tween reality and
fantasy
like a prophylactic
fence against STD's.
Sometimes
out of need I stick things out
from the need to breathe,
free
from Societal Transmitted Disease.
*********** a need
and to stop my ***** from going to seed
I wear a body ******
sometimes it is hard to breathe.
But, I wrap it up!
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
*The unexpected snow, disruptive,
in ways more burdensome,
than mere fender benders and
swapping travelogue commutation miseries
ah, the tv reporters regale
with snow tales, human fails,
but where do you hear
of the children
burnt once by fire
then again, now,
again!
burnt by snow.
here, hear, listen here
technology moves forward,
grafting new shells of skin
on burnt children,
but tonite you're cozy thinking
of your valentine's heart,
not of the little ones,
whose hearts are unprotected,
by what we take so for granted
beneath our protective gloves and coats, scarfs and boots,
our prophylactic human skin,
theirs, fire ravaged,
now re-hazardous,
by southern snows burning
these children hurt,
unexpectedly,
cannot play in the snow that came so
unexpectedly,
lest it burn them worse*
"in the children's burn unit, postponed all surgeries except 'emergency'. Two days of outpatient clinic patients forced to reschedule,. That then, postpones their surgeries, second step grafting, etc. Our vents ran smoothly I heard via the generators, unlike last outage. We had to ambulance each individual patient.
I dread going in tomorrow but small comfort,
it will be warmer than my cold home."
Life first, poetry second
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Put past
The pretence of protection.
Propagandising
her preciousness
is prohibited -
proprietorial
preparation
for ***********
Parents paw
the pretty pretty
Pa approves the partner
partner plucks the petals,
proclaiming
‘She pleases me,
pleases me not’ -
matters not one jot.
Pet and preen
her perilous perfection
a prophylactic
precaution,
in place
of progression,
promotion,
professional appreciation.
Proud paternalistic patter
imprisons.
Presidents pronounce
on *****
parroted by ******
and pissheads.
Petty, pathetic
and petrified
of power,
placing people
in parentheses
participating
in playground politics.
I’m sick
that this
paralysis
persists.
Past to present,
passed down
passed over
passed off
as perfectly
practical, natural,
a place for everyone
everyone
in place.
Please.
Parade our pride
in pyrotechnic protest
in partnership perpetual,
productive, progressive
people
as people
as people,
powerful
and equal.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
It'll all be over in about eight minutes,
Give or take, depending on your side of the Earth,
Plasma therapy for the masses.
Just like that, we're all crispy critters,
Pork rind skins flavored with dehydrated sea-salt.
That beautiful aurora-generating magnetosphere,
Shrinking daily, as the planet's poles reverse,
Will puncture like a too thin prophylactic.
The Christians will have just minutes,
Reminding us that we were prophesized
To all go out in fire and overlooking
That we're actually being ionized with radiation ---
A mere trifle to the True-Believers.
Will the Dow-Jones sell off in those final moments?
Will the Russians attempt to launch a Soyuz?
The Brits will take it all in stride with another pint;
Aussies venture on their final walkabout.
As for me, I'm gonna saddle up a pony
heading straight out to greet the Joshua trees.
I want to meet annihilation on my own terms.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 2:28 PM UTC
Today it's the rusty pine needles
flecking the tar covered street
and pointing every which way
that signal a new season
soon will cool my morning walk.
Hidden alongside the curb
a coke can and pale spent prophylactic
trigger memories of front seat
romances that never erupted.
Luckily I didn't know then
what I know now. I would have
wasted more of what I had been given
trying in earnest to waste
more of what I had been given.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
not the prophylactic kind,
nor the rubber kiss road tire kind.
but the rubber of bodies
old and young,
tired and tense,
young and flexible
migrained, played & splayed,
pain paralyzed,
soothed by cherubic
fingertips
oiled with,
anointed by,
a-custom cream
of tenderizing aloe
and gentling, kind loving
quieting & shushing
tho mine own temples,
raging, feverish,
combobulating
as words spill as *********
and then
*she
sleepy whines:
why did you stop rubbing me?*
and for
a sleep deep,
she leaves
me,
going unanswered
but happily
nonetheless
boy be typing
The End
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up
They looked upon the creature with a loathing undisguised
It wasn't disinfected and it wasn't sterilized
They said it was a microbe and a hotbed of disease
They steamed it in a vapor of a thousand-odd degrees
They froze it in a freezer that was cold as banished hope
And washed it in permanganate with carbolated soap
In sulphurated hydrogen they steeped its wiggly ears
They trimmed its frisky whiskers with a pair of hard-boiled shears
They donned their rubber mittens and they took it by the hand
And elected it a member of the fumigated band
There's not a micro-coccus in the garden where they play
They bathe in pure iodoform a dozen times a day
And each imbibes his rations from a hygienic cup
The Bunny and the Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
yes, oddball me, when the subset sunset worshippers clutch their ooh and ahh pearls, moaning nothing compares to the beauty richness of, the serenity vision of a slipping sun
putting us to bed with a restful aura
***** that
me pre fer
a sunrise powering its way to ********** asserting its power of life and death over this earthly satellite, one of its obedient servants, reminding the flowes to open bloom, the grains of the field to ripen, the animals to re~warm from the cool night, emergence of humans from their protective prophylactic shelters, and commencing to observe their surroundings with an admixture of
silenced glee, and fresh resolution and a quick uttered prayer of thanksgiving for having so much precious that we possess in so far as we were born naked, and be burrowed same, but in between that, we own
temporal rights to love, appreciate
and to
being a human story
of
glory unique
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
I used to be used to being used.
Best be used to it
again
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 12:56 AM UTC
I
take
my
Prophylactic's
everywhere
I
take
my
*****
-
Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
Who we think we are, if we fail to define our own terminii,
Meum et Tuum, as we are, if we take full consideration
of our pose, relative, to the point of you, on which your
homeostasis hangs by the thread of sense we share
in mindspace dominated by English, no longer,
I can read poetry in Hausa, like a native born earthling,
after Hiroshima and before the peak radiation winds,
in the season of Maris and Mantle, and
The Days of Wine and Roses, and
social influencers promoting actual
bowling leagues,
"Lake Charles Calculators
facing off against Texas City Lo-rollers,"
- in the novel, the summer of '61, unshipped.
when this version of America, as remembered on TV,
shall never before
be gotten but by the free and brave, trusting geology,
can prove we all know
if hell breaks loose,
we all die, but the earth is resilient,
As Kritias recited all he knew
of what the lawgiver said of the reproof
he humbly received as a Sais priestly
admonishment to learn to hold
thoughts secure for disasters
are considerably common
"– all such events are recorded since the old days
and are preserved here in our temples.
Yet your people and
the others are but newly equipped, every time,
with letters and all such arts as civilized cities require
and when,
after the usual interval
of years, like a plague, the flood
from heaven comes sweeping down again
upon your people, it leaves none of you but
the unlettered and uncultured.
So you become as young as ever,
with no knowledge
of all that happened
in old times
in this land or in your own." Plato, Timaeus
_
remember, we once believed in giants,
then we learned of dinosaurs,
then we saw whales cry.
They wept for the loss of the cod.
Then we got the internet of things,
and things developed was to solve
the original division using co-op gnosis,
we see our follies on YouTube, and realize
we have abilities, should we agree, we never
lie, but do know of instances, when unbelieving
worked wonders while lying about waiting
for this exposure
to your final frontal lobe
remyelinating, to offset dementia.
It's a prophylactic tactic peace of mind allows.
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC
The prophylactic coolth you shed when in your girth,
My troubles, my angst, my qualms go vicariously submerged.
Oh you miraculous body of ineffable wonderment,
How you cleanse my body, my soul so pure, only you understand.
You take the spirit off my body and fly it like a balanced kite,
Your water, tiding and ebbing, hoists me up above an unfathomable height.
Birds see me fly at a height they can never desire,
Burnt in envy they wonder how he basks so, what a privileged flier.
I look down to see how you tranced my corporeal abode,
It's poised, lost in you, my eyes, my brain shut close.
The Azure of yours swallowing all my murky blues,
My lips gradually widening and my hands suddenly arose.
The Panorama cloistered by the earth with its assent,
The planets, the Stars, the Sun ceased their celestial movement.
The Aurora cropped up donned its best attire,
A sprig of thunder appeared, and conched the desire.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
Bounce-back emails,
unanswered texts
& you've closed
your account
& it hurts,
claiming
you
know pain.
Yeah, right.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
So while its fresh
I choose to painfully address
Make you aware keep you abrest
Let me place your attention under arrest
My baby doesn't know me
I mean shes familiar
But to be clear
I could be heather locklear
For all she knows and cares
Her mind is confused as she locks her eyes and stare
But when she cries I am painfully aware
She doesnt know why I'm there
Why I drove 12 hours to console
And hold her
Her mind is working but its probably a blur
This is on me cause I came
Outside a prophylactic
All the way reckless didn't consider it a bit
To be completely honest
I thought we were blessed
And i didn't figure we be in this mess
Heavy D said we found love
But I shouldve wrapped and wore a glove
I mean im glad K is here
I'll hold our memories dear
But while we're making things clear
I choose not to smear
Cause its not a campaign
But I gotta ask whats your aim
You rather our daughter not know my name
You should be ashamed
Keeping up the tension and strife
Just so you can be her wife
Marry her I care less
From in love to detest
Yeah I guess i have few things to get off my chest
Anger to start
Please let me impart
Your little experiment has been off the chart
It's a big gamble
Cue the preamble
One day K is going to be
a lot to handle
If she's anything like me
A big personality to channel
I don't mean it in a bad way or to make harm
Just want you to be armed
I grew up without my dad
i was sad until I was mad
Maybe angry a tad
So when he showed up
Cue the tension
Let's play 20 questions
And I'll tell her my truth
But with two older brothers
she won't need to be a sleuth
Three dads can't be all wrong
Singing the same sad song
But her brothers will remember
And will volunteer she won't have to engeander
She won't beg or plead
They'll share what she needs to know
I tried to be there to watch her grow
But you refused
Under the guise of a fake attitude
Claiming I disrespected you and was rude
One son will deduce how he knew I was Ks father
And the other will tell her I was a great problem solver
And was sweet hardly a bother
They both will share that they could tell I cared
How lovingly I stared
The times we all shared
And how I was always there
So bide your time well
One day she break your spell
Give her hell
K give her hell
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Saddle up so my horse
Can giddy up
Its the meat grinder
Slick as a salamander
General commander
Expandin' my vocals
Beyond tha
Stratosphere take notes as i steer
Ya mental into another direction
From the lyrical interjection connection
With the mothership
Chasin' parliament for the settlement
They try to run from pain
But can't because of mental embezzlement
Stealin' joy is it a girl or boy
Well these days you can't tell
Just demons from hell settin' cartel
Well I escaped my bail freedom reigns
While y'all in a cell silence the yells
This is no fairytale
I sit back and sail the brainwaves like Gail
Devers better believe tha brother
With the swift galactic tactics
Hit em minds like prophylactic
While imsharp as a cactus
Mastered the craft and y'all still
Need practice rack this
Flows while chillin' spittin'
In fresh calicos in the studio
Whippin' narcotics which be verbal
Deadly once I touch the street
Make it hard to **** near compete
I obsolete the weak and their speech
I'm a blood suckin' leech contract bleached in white sheets
Cuz I had to erase my thought
From the mental ink
That's was tatted on my mind for a long time
Now I just made a definitive
Only took a diminutive Now it's affirmative
My tactics is patent
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
~for old poets every where
I'm a short burst deep sleeper,
the woman is a restless wild eyed story telling schemer~dreamer, who drives at night
in fourth gear,
shaking the bed,
with dreams gone wild,
crazed & crazy intermixed stories unhinged but always
real life related
most by morn forgotten,
'cept for the truly bizarre,
where scraps of unbridled unbelievable
remain for head shaking disbelieving
i sleep in clumps,
four hour sessions and thus oft
bear witness to her
charcoal activated dream states,
where physical reality intersperses,
i n t e r m i n g l e s
with her dream life,
when she wrestles with an
unreal
dreamed restlessness;
my fingers find an exposed
body part, arm, shoulder, tummy,
and steady massage a message
from my fingertips to her
brain,
mantra: it's ok, it's alright,
and return her to the safety
of a deeper sleeper,
so the brain can do its work,
washing away the unrefined,
needy for distilling,
overnight cleansing,
of unwanted memories
which generally works
in the thorny morny morning
she gets a questionnaire
and 9/10,
has no recollection collection,
my magic prophylactic
fingertips, each tipped with
a inked smiley face,
look up at me,
know-it-alls,
smirking contentedly,
"our work is done here!"
Nay, May 25
2025
writ by starlight
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 3:07 AM UTC