"slippy" poems
tattooed girl
hello kitty
in need of a purge
she **** first
in the whip me
with a wet noodle
pain Olympics
her fruit launcher
like a summer papaya
***** gush
kissey squirts
candy crush
all gobbledygoo
and lickyfu
ooow she swayed
to the whip back crack
her torso bent
heaven sent
dipped in hot ***
and laughing lady sauce
she squealed
for
bok choy
eel ****
and slippy toy
**** buttered waffles
and gummy worms
lime and cherry *****
with candy sperms
you can find her
in the bend over den
eating puffer fish
so very Zen
toes gooey wet
spread on a cot
oh so high
**** and squat
******* baby
tied in a knot
**** bobba bubble
and chrysanthemum tea
nut scented black beer
and milk pearl ***
its the end of the line
ready to dine
get the gag
flex the spine
face to the ground
feet to the sky
held like a dove
***** splash cry
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Dwelling where the tears cry blood
echoed nightmares ghost my tortured shell
In streets not paved in gold
but misery mountains that I scale everyday
wearily sauntering around their slippy slopes
As I die a little bit more everyday
Sitting on my concrete throne
chained to the only thing I know
an abyss of loniless
my friend
my foe
As I die a little bit more everyday
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC
Dish on it gwib
**** on my bib
From the bib dribbled a slibular fib
A glandular ****
A rugged soghard
A pish-po-dish get it wet
Pish po dib, gwib, flib
flippy pippy whip slick
The tick slipped wicked from the slippy drib
Michael Jordan basketball
New Kix,
Box of
Got it three-ninety-nine in the aisle
Put it on the box of it did it
Why didn't I do it?
Did it.
Sock hard the block guard
The twiss'ed grits
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
me and cuz are gettin stove-piped
by three ripe, early-eyed airborne minds
me and cuz are flappin just right.
sharp turn on that slippy turnpike.
I spy twisted steel, cuz musta lied-
bottle kneck, open backpack, plastic bag.
guess cuz was 'fraid of a gun fight,
wid a seatbelt stained red on both sides.
me and cuz got us stove-piped.
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 8:02 PM UTC
Oopy Doopy, Super Sloopy.
Loopy snoopy, pants apoopy.
Lippy hippy, slippy dippy.
Nasty-nicey, normally snippy.
Loosey goosey, chocolate moussey.
Usually *** goofy as Gary Busey.
Hinky-stinky presidential *****
Winky-blinky, dangerously stinko.
Hippity hoppy, flippy-floppy
Get a mop, it never stops.
Laughy gaffe-y, riffy-raffy
Face as gross as rotten taffy.
Whammy-bammy, scary scammy
Mammy-jamming Uncle Sammy.
Lumpy-dumpy, far from humpy
******* up future jumpy bumpy.
Glossy boss, a frightful loss
Ungathered moss at twice the cost.
Serious gap while the country naps
****** sap giving us a slap.
Frightening nooses tightening,
Rights denied like summer lightning.
Ignoring Popes and Snopes
Hopeless dopes put us on the ropes.
Immune to our cries, elected guys
Make horrifying decisions most unwise.
Like black magic before all our eyes
We’re leaderless as freedom dies.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
greater than the sun and the moon
and the stars.. all combinationed as
amorphous telepathic diamond in
muttering schizo-cave... is the dirt
underneath a slippy fingernail. an
aching finger working overtime to
function the body as day-to-day
existence laughs itself back into
shape after universal disaster. when
it was younger, the finger began to
pick at silly things like dusty piles of
trash, heaps of dirt, and flyswatter dog
**** it later grew up to finger a girls wet
***** and tease her with the juice on two
-finger-three-finger in mouth as ********
shoved itself up and inside, natures tractor
beam - - - God's Great Throbbing Death Star(e)
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
She flies solo, glides freely floats softly
grace of that of a lonely hunter's dream. She can look
you in the eye and take you by surprise or she'll turn
you into Lot's wife.
She can walk, so slow or so fast, make anything
appear or vanish from path. It's this that won't disintegrate,
but the gallows wait, they know the burnings won't last
but killing for justice won't ever pass.
Knock 'em dead the catalogue said, it's this you won't regret.
It's not my eyes that are wrong for seeing, but the hands,
enable, events that were had. I turn back to look for her soft hands,
I turned back on her and now I'm a pillar of salt.
I sat there still and wake, couldn't breath, couldn't talk
but I could listen. I heard it all. I heard the stories. I heard things short and long.
I'm the pillars point of the world, people are mad, the pillars of marble
are left to toil and rot.
II
Feverous snakes coil and twist
While, soothing Medusa calls. Don’t You dare take a glance of horror or
Beware—
You’ll be hard as stone— blood diamonds
Her bed is snakes, drapes of spider webs, stone tile made from shale,
Slimy, slippy, scaled. Sticky.
Dark shadows and empty silhouettes— gaze
Wait, what’s just around that corner?
I hear her calling, my limbs—flesh
Not stone! Promiscuous queen,
******* dark not pale, I’ll gouge my eyes before I’m caught dead
in your horrid bliss.
Her blood now fills the coral , of the red sea. So mystique and mastery
Of colors. All created from this
Hideous *****
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 6:43 PM UTC
Trickle down
Rain rainy rain
Trickle poppers
Slippery membrane.
Slippy tickly beard
Prickly pear hair.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
face in the crowd
...picture in a cloud
....thought disallowed
.....disgraced head, bowed
free ride
...heart open wide
....holding the lie inside
.....place, nowhere to hide
casual flirtation
...fine temptation
....lost translation
.....unique damnation
pair of eyes open wide
...unfaltering stride
....disgrace that is implied
.....slippy slope just to slide
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
I am without poetry;
Without verse or rhyme.
I am cleansed of all torture;
Have no concept of time.
No longer frantic,
nor riddled with woe.
I have fled from self-pity
to a land of unknowns.
A space so reckless,
it tickles the skin.
My demeanour is calm
but I'm woozy within.
Love rushes to greet him,
palms slippy and warm.
Relieved that my body
Still longs for those arms.
Heat flows round the shadows;
My soul's once more kissed.
But I've been without poetry;
She's the one that I've missed.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
slippy slimy slime
slugging through time
sublime hate crime
it’s a pain going through mine
• • •
don’t you know?
what it’s like to fight with all your might
pity going through
but at the end
you’ve won the battle
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Yellow specimens in a jar,
like plump yolks bulging
in a jelly like substance
They are so weird,
Give the jar a little wobble,
and they jiggle against each other,
they are so weird
I want to touch them.
They are egg yolks,
I've got egg on my hands,
the mystery has gone,
I liked them better before,
now they're slippy sliding between my fingers
and oozing to the floor
who put's eggs in a jar like this?
That is just weird.
I wonder if they will notice,
the two I took out;
one slipped from my fingers and
one I tasted just be sure.
better ***** the lid back on the jar and
Oh no! It slippy slid out of my goopy hands
and landed on the floor,
didn't smash, that's impressive,
there's still ******* eggs all over the place though.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
life is but a playground with lots of different things
roundabouts and slides with lots and lots of swings
all of these you see as through life you go
it can push you fast it can push you slow
spin you round in circles and put your mind in doubt
spin you round so fast just like a roundabout
it can make you slide down a slippy slope
make you lose your faith and start to give up hope
life is just a playground with many different things
as you go through life all these things it brings
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
tis pity she's no more
A redolence of musk pervades the evening's air.
Take situation in hand. Sweat and perfume. Lubricious.
Teasing digits. Pressures applied. Tense of touch.
An opening of skirts. A parting of lips. A portal.
Brush of thumb she begins to writhe. Early moaning.
Damp, wet, moist, oozing, dripping, slippy. Fruition.
Coming to. A dance of desire. So many ups and downs.
Withdraw slowly. Enter with alacrity. More is not less.
Hollows of legs on shoulders. Depth charges. Grasp of gasps.
Muscles massage. Internal grip. External eruption.
Bear down. Press your case. Silent screams. Everything ends.
Simply collapse into delight. Smooth texture. Fine night.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 7:02 AM UTC
Hypocritical catastrophe,
Irreverent duplicity,
Luminarial ludiocrity,
Nonsensical impetuosity.
Flippy floppy, slippy sloppy,
Blamey gamey, shame, shame, shame.
Constitutional incongruity,
Jesuitical dictatoriality,
Oxymoronic partiality,
Nepotistic surreality.
Materialistic abnormality,
Monetaristic conviviality ,
Ritualistic mediocrity,
Histrionic philanthropy.
Gotten rotten, misbegotten
Seldom truthful, lie, lie, lie.
Misdirection genuflection,
Malefaction justification,
Incarceration implication,
Resignation profliferation.
Prevarication reiteration,
Damnation indication,
Malefaction direction
Undetected discretion.
Flippy floppy, slippy sloppy,
Blamey gamey, shame, shame, shame.
Gotten rotten, misbegotten
Seldom truthful, lie, lie, lie.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
What subtle and suggestive words I wish I could speak to your sublime beauty.
If a picture itself is worth a thousand poetic words
and life itself is a collection of unending, unaiming, uncaptured pictures
then what sweet words could be said to you with these lips
with this pen
that wouldn't be better expressed in action,
reaction,
interaction,
interwinement,
***********
well of course;
I am a coward
and I say nothing to you
and I linger on in null contemplation
of the slippy words I would weave
as they stay sadly swimming in my clouded mind.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 1:52 AM UTC
Wow what a night we have had, with your **** on show
I'm partial to your lovely cheeks, but that I think you know
It didn't really take too long, I'm glad we crossed that line
The bottom of the stairs is great, but anywhere is fine
You turned me on with your nice *** there wasn't any Doubt
Such an exciting decision, when you got your great **** out
Leant on the stairs was lovely, I knew that we would jell
We got as far as the front door, before our clothing fell
Wow what a night we have had, I enjoyed squeezing your ****
I'm glad it is quite ample, and nice and big and sparse
It's good that we got naked, I hadn't been there long
To get undressed as soon as we can, is definitely not wrong
I loved the feeling that we had, it doesn't matter where
Whether it is on a bed, or bent down on a stair
We could try it in a field, or behind a wall
You can do anything you like, with no limits at all
Wow what a night we have had, with our inhibitions shed
It's just as good going upstairs, and continuing on the bed
We both got so excited, cos we knew what we would get
A different position felt so nice, when both of us got wet
What a lovely feeling, when our legs were in a tangle
When we layed down and our bodies, were at a different angle
I didn't really want to stop, because the feeling was amazing
We got so hot forget the heating, and the double glazing
Wow what a night we have had, and still it wasn't over
Your **** is just fantastic, you came like a super nova
We went downstairs for a while, and had a little rest
The sofa was the next place, where we did what we do best
I love to feel your moisture, I fingered you until you came
You were even wetter, and I know that I'm to blame
But I wanted your body, and I just can't get enough
Biting and scratching I don't mind, or being a bit rough
Wow what a night we have had, it is such a fantasy
If I had the choice it's where, I would like to be
It was so enjoyable, and I would do it all again
My mind is always thinking, of what night and where or when
I know it can be slippy, and it can be quite surprising
Especially when it's very damp, because we have been moisturising
Five times is achievable, your glistening body's a nice sight
A Pity it had to finish, but boy Wow What A Night
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
Flailing arms in minestrone soup,
grasping ropes in gloopy slop.
Slippery snakes in slippy hands;
bobbing bereft in beefy broth.
Croutons swirl - a death knell eddy
clumping in a bread bricked tomb.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
I've watched you countless nights and days.
Don't know your name but seen your face.
I've seen you cry and smile and laugh.
You are the One, my better half.
I know your likes your shoulds and wants.
Your musts, your wonts, your oughts and donts.
Your dreams and fears, your tears and hopes.
Your ups and downs, your slippy slopes.
I've heard you breathe, choke up and sigh.
Listed the things that make you cry.
I've watched you work, and rest and sleep.
I've felt your pain like bones deep.
To you I 'm not a that or this.
I won't be a thing you'll ever miss.
A mystery only is what I am.
For you I'm none I'm just a ****
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
woke up this morning
to clean snow
falling on my fingers
and my cigarette
and thoughts of you
i wish you could just as simply
brush from my shoulders.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
Peace to sensei,
Coming to you live through airwaves,
As I wack off to ******
Going on my own personal crusade,
Breaking walls like a man made out of Kool-Aid,
Like Muhammad Ali my flow is like a butterfly,
A war torn zealot that delivers like a pizza guy,
That thinks of your girl while he cream-pies.
Hahaha
Going in like it’s D-Day,
Call it a Gink Raid,
Hit em with a AK,
Shoot em down easier than slippy,
Slice a ****** up like it’s child’s play,
Call me a real killer like Chucky,
Hear the sirens Blair,
Oh **** gotta find a getaway.
Faster than a red hot chilli pepper,
To the cops displeasure.
Going underground like I’m master splinter,
Relaxing, steaming hams like Skinner,
Until I come up with a new plan,
That is truly evil like Mr.Sinister.
That would make a metal man,
Like Victor Vaughn approve of her.
This is a Gink Raid,
Carpe Diem,
Seize the Day,
Where human nature is displayed.
This is a Gink Raid,
A death parade,
A unpinned grenade,
Where human nature is displayed.
Times ticking closer to Doomsday.
Everyone always acts tough till it’s judgement day.
Crimes picking up, got things going sideways.
Rick Grime surviving bundles of zombies.
Simon says we better run away.
Shame gambling doesn’t pay.
Never know what lies in bouquets.
Semi-automatic bullets dance like ballets.
Piercing through flesh of desired prey.
That fall gently like flowers on summers day.
Death, an embrace none can escape.
No time for breath, when faced with fate.
Can’t hit the breaks.
When rates have high stakes.
It’s war time, where peace comes from hate.
That takes lives for humanities sake.
A foolish pride, that existed since we were primates.
A sacrifice of blood, for a slice of cake.
That hooked crooks like bait.
Adversity is something we create.
Internally; suffocating us like restraints.
That keeps us in a sheepish state.
That innately generates,
A division of race that isolates,
A segregation which discriminates,
That dictates which traits.
Are more dominantly quaint.
That got us repeating history that betrays.
For...
This is a Gink Raid,
Carpe Diem,
Seize the Day,
Where human nature is displayed.
This is a Gink Raid,
A death parade,
A unpinned grenade,
Where human nature is displayed.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 1:08 PM UTC
River sparkles under scowling sky
Flowing curves
Serpentine sweepings
Amidst steel and concrete.
I lived in a ghetto box here.
Nothing is permanent.
Let’s go
in a boat
through secret underground streams
to that place
deep beneath parkland roots
of elm, ash and hazel
where wise old rocks
with lime green beards
sit still in wisdom.
Do they envy us movement?
Moss is slippy underfoot.
Nothing is permanent.
Let’s alchemise emotions of liquid
Peel off layers
Abandon those old world clothes in a pile
Slip
naked
into pure warm water
Soak
in a healing cave
of glowing amethyst
Until
Through a crack in the crystal
We enter a shaft of light
Magnificent and frightening
Then emerge
into pastel skies
Return to earth
Boisterous
Forever transformed by the fusion
Welcomed back
By a squelching piano
Made of our ancestors’ mud
To play
To sing
To be.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
Those who are expecting
A metaphor for life here
It isn't
This is about the slides we made as kids
One of our winter sports
When the snow was on the ground
We would pick a place
And tread it down over and over
Until it was compacted and hard
Then we would slide and shuffle our feet on it
Until it became shiny and slippy
Then we would slide on it
until it became longer and glassy
By then it was a proper slide
And you could charge other kids
Usually marbles or conkers
To use your slide for a while
Capitalism starts young
So one day I was up and out early
Working diligently on a wonderful slide
And it positively gleamed in the morning sun
But I had made an unfortunate error
My slide was on the public footpath
Right outside our front gate
And along came Mrs Cooper
Naturally, the inevitable happened
It was, after all, a very good slide
Some might say.....lethal
Well, her shopping bag flew into the air
Closely followed by her feet
I don't remember much about Mrs Cooper
But I do recall that she was rather rotund
And wore enormous pink bloomers
Which in itself was rather scary
Obviously, I tried to help her up
But her weight took us both back down
She shouldn't have used language like that
In front of a kid my age
You won't be surprised to read
That I suffered the consequences
I'll bet my **** was sorer than hers
And I was made to pour salt
All over my beautiful slide
By Phil Roberts
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
when love is on the slide down a slippy slope
you dont know what to do. dont know how to cope.
it makes you feel so sad as it slips away
the love that you once knew now began to stray.
everthing seems hopeless now your love as gone
you start losing faith and strength to carry on
as the time goes by. it will help you heal.
all the hurt will go and change the way you feel.
then you can you start again learn to love once more
bring back all the love that you had before
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC