"spheroid" poems - Hello Poetry

★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ The Baby-Hole, her baby-hole! Turn back before you lose your soul. Those walls of pink, those gates of pearl grant entrance to each boy and girl who come through this organic portal: newly-born and merely mortal. Mystery to be dignified— explored, adored, objectified: the baby-hole’s expanding chasm, promising celestial spasm, is limned in deliquescent love and fits the soul as hand in glove. Beware her tantalizing pull where poetry turns vaginal. From depths profound, God can create (where man would merely ********** hitting Mother Nature’s high note as the gamete turns to zygote). Semi-seconds’ spurting passion years of living baby fashion. After pleasure’s jest, gestation thus augments the population; teenage dads recalibrate, unsure just what to celebrate. Yet, if they knew the daring risk their ***** endure, they’d slip a disc; to realize what threatening odds confront these flagellated gods: (see Luke in Star Wars, [number IV] battling fascists in the war alone in the zone to shoot the shot that blows the death star up. Let’s not miss out on noting, in this theme, life’s true conception. So the team of X-wing pilots flew the run, eliminated one by one save Luke, who penetrated deep the death-star’s ovulated keep and overcame the egg’s defense and hit the mark. It all makes sense. The spheroid bursting in his sight depicts Conception's glorious might). Therefore, show the matrix honor. Shoot and leave—your star’s a goner: nurture growth while life allows you, while your star can still espouse you. Seek her core of hidden gnosis don’t just set off cell mitosis… not, that is, unless you are sure that the three of you won’t end up poor.

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Feb 9, 2017

Feb 9, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC

connecthook

View from the Mortal Portal

★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ The Baby-Hole, her baby-hole! Turn back before you lose your soul. Those walls of pink, those gates of pearl grant entrance to each boy and girl who come through this organic portal: newly-born and merely mortal. Mystery to be dignified— explored, adored, objectified: the baby-hole’s expanding chasm, promising celestial spasm, is limned in deliquescent love and fits the soul as hand in glove. Beware her tantalizing pull where poetry turns vaginal. From depths profound, God can create (where man would merely ********** hitting Mother Nature’s high note as the gamete turns to zygote). Semi-seconds’ spurting passion years of living baby fashion. After pleasure’s jest, gestation thus augments the population; teenage dads recalibrate, unsure just what to celebrate. Yet, if they knew the daring risk their ***** endure, they’d slip a disc; to realize what threatening odds confront these flagellated gods: (see Luke in Star Wars, [number IV] battling fascists in the war alone in the zone to shoot the shot that blows the death star up. Let’s not miss out on noting, in this theme, life’s true conception. So the team of X-wing pilots flew the run, eliminated one by one save Luke, who penetrated deep the death-star’s ovulated keep and overcame the egg’s defense and hit the mark. It all makes sense. The spheroid bursting in his sight depicts Conception's glorious might). Therefore, show the matrix honor. Shoot and leave—your star’s a goner: nurture growth while life allows you, while your star can still espouse you. Seek her core of hidden gnosis don’t just set off cell mitosis… not, that is, unless you are sure that the three of you won’t end up poor.

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wish for a wish ? no. not this time. fireworks - before dawn they too need none I like it more when skies are mine no. I am yours can you be one? first time – last time? eye to eye with a lone star guided by a mantra Lokah Samasta … Oh bike do take me home please under a plum tree or make one for me in the sky upside down fruitless winter branches! are these same as the shape of your roots? allow me then to plant us in the blue where that star shines thrue a galactic bulge pulls me inside a spheroid and centers to where breath runs along colorful lines I sleep - I dream I am awake a white dove to doves doves to pitpat s as if snow a heavenly scent flourishes curlicue bells the unwished converts the gloom returns a gift made of the glowing yearning of a phleum for a new morning sky made of a bloom gifted to us by Bloom.

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Jan 2, 2015

Jan 2, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC

dnalumuland

Bloom

wish for a wish ? no. not this time. fireworks - before dawn they too need none I like it more when skies are mine no. I am yours can you be one? first time – last time? eye to eye with a lone star guided by a mantra Lokah Samasta … Oh bike do take me home please under a plum tree or make one for me in the sky upside down fruitless winter branches! are these same as the shape of your roots? allow me then to plant us in the blue where that star shines thrue a galactic bulge pulls me inside a spheroid and centers to where breath runs along colorful lines I sleep - I dream I am awake a white dove to doves doves to pitpat s as if snow a heavenly scent flourishes curlicue bells the unwished converts the gloom returns a gift made of the glowing yearning of a phleum for a new morning sky made of a bloom gifted to us by Bloom.

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a star is a type of astronomical object consisting of a luminous spheroid of plasma held together by its own dull, hateful gravity. a star isn't a type of astronomical object that does not consist of a luminous spheroid of plasma held together by its own gravity. its own gravity is someone else's gravity. a star is a type of being unbeknownst to us consisting of a luminous spheroid of plasma held together by its own gravity. a star is a type of anonymous object consisting of a luminous cube of liquid held together by its own weak nuclear force (ungravity). a star is a dramatic entity. plasma is held together by its own gravity. luminous cube of liquid spheroid of plasma held together by its own gravity. a star is a star by its own gravity. astronomical objects of a luminous nuclear star. a luminous spheroid of plasma gravity hologram hologram hologram hologram.

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC

effieebbtide

a star

a star is a type of astronomical object consisting of a luminous spheroid of plasma held together by its own dull, hateful gravity. a star isn't a type of astronomical object that does not consist of a luminous spheroid of plasma held together by its own gravity. its own gravity is someone else's gravity. a star is a type of being unbeknownst to us consisting of a luminous spheroid of plasma held together by its own gravity. a star is a type of anonymous object consisting of a luminous cube of liquid held together by its own weak nuclear force (ungravity). a star is a dramatic entity. plasma is held together by its own gravity. luminous cube of liquid spheroid of plasma held together by its own gravity. a star is a star by its own gravity. astronomical objects of a luminous nuclear star. a luminous spheroid of plasma gravity hologram hologram hologram hologram.

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phasical circumlocutions of basic, embodied life.. i am an infant still i teethe and moan in lonely darknesses solar revolutions earthling orbits and spheroid whirls an axis of worlds adulterated limbs my adulthood limns an architecture's disconnections thin, the layers undulate of elbow's sway and kneecap right i am an adult still i teethe and moan alone in darkness, light

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Oct 22, 2015

Oct 22, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC

vircapio-gale

walking, sitting, climbing

phasical circumlocutions of basic, embodied life.. i am an infant still i teethe and moan in lonely darknesses solar revolutions earthling orbits and spheroid whirls an axis of worlds adulterated limbs my adulthood limns an architecture's disconnections thin, the layers undulate of elbow's sway and kneecap right i am an adult still i teethe and moan alone in darkness, light

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The scientists flung the Rosetta like spinning a ball in rouletta. The nerds were annoyed when their progeny buoyed. All was saved with a back turbojeta Settling down on an icy ast'roid, which was neither oblong nor spheroid, they said "Philae be grounded", instead she rebounded and almost was lost in the void. With war games and money misdealt the project was left needing gelt. And cells lacking power sent nerds to the shower while watching the meteor melt.

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC

terry-oleary

The Probe 2

The scientists flung the Rosetta like spinning a ball in rouletta. The nerds were annoyed when their progeny buoyed. All was saved with a back turbojeta Settling down on an icy ast'roid, which was neither oblong nor spheroid, they said "Philae be grounded", instead she rebounded and almost was lost in the void. With war games and money misdealt the project was left needing gelt. And cells lacking power sent nerds to the shower while watching the meteor melt.

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pierces deeper than a lover's cynic scourge impaling orifice of epistemic fruits appalling so to rather choose a flowing coat of blood, an existential itch of ripe, strawberry scabs at least here, i can pirouette a shower over all i think i've done, attempt to paint the 'seen' a pinker tint of womb-rose red: she beats her heart into a blazing whirl of painblooming over saying and the said. wheels of joyspeed lose their path as digging hands, tearing nails grapple harshly at the roots of hair and other roots; in the earthy darkening you've found something... you have lost all things you have found love, trapped love eaten love expelled love, become love and destroyed love )))"i love you i love you iloveyouiloveyouiluvuiluviluvui<3ui<3ui<3i<3u<3<3<3"((( some love was not love, some love was all love, some love was yours and some was mine, some of your love was my love, some of yours was all love, some of mine was yours and some was all. period some love speaks for some and all, some for only some, some for only all, all love is... part of overcoming fear all love is- (enter plethora of other meanings here) all love... Is. period, period, period, i wretch to define, to cubicle with verbal caging your unbridled spheroid knowing, a patient sonar-esque acceptance that truth-hunting in the midst of love means: to suffer, for all who love and seek to know its underside, to continue ****** clawing in and out, to shout for answers like existence never lied. all love is this/ for some and not for others, it was this and now it's that: i think of you, i'm changing, i feel you, i'm changing, i'm changing, i feel you are there, a part of me, some part of me speaking to all of me, some poetic voice, some spiritual thing beyond just 'spirits', 'things', 'meanings', 'sufferings', 'truths', 'hearts', 'blazings' into different swirls of wheeling joylists lost into another us that is, was and isn't us "forevermore" but finds us here again, unchanged

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Jul 15, 2012

Jul 15, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC

vircapio-gale

Untitled

pierces deeper than a lover's cynic scourge impaling orifice of epistemic fruits appalling so to rather choose a flowing coat of blood, an existential itch of ripe, strawberry scabs at least here, i can pirouette a shower over all i think i've done, attempt to paint the 'seen' a pinker tint of womb-rose red: she beats her heart into a blazing whirl of painblooming over saying and the said. wheels of joyspeed lose their path as digging hands, tearing nails grapple harshly at the roots of hair and other roots; in the earthy darkening you've found something... you have lost all things you have found love, trapped love eaten love expelled love, become love and destroyed love )))"i love you i love you iloveyouiloveyouiluvuiluviluvui<3ui<3ui<3i<3u<3<3<3"((( some love was not love, some love was all love, some love was yours and some was mine, some of your love was my love, some of yours was all love, some of mine was yours and some was all. period some love speaks for some and all, some for only some, some for only all, all love is... part of overcoming fear all love is- (enter plethora of other meanings here) all love... Is. period, period, period, i wretch to define, to cubicle with verbal caging your unbridled spheroid knowing, a patient sonar-esque acceptance that truth-hunting in the midst of love means: to suffer, for all who love and seek to know its underside, to continue ****** clawing in and out, to shout for answers like existence never lied. all love is this/ for some and not for others, it was this and now it's that: i think of you, i'm changing, i feel you, i'm changing, i'm changing, i feel you are there, a part of me, some part of me speaking to all of me, some poetic voice, some spiritual thing beyond just 'spirits', 'things', 'meanings', 'sufferings', 'truths', 'hearts', 'blazings' into different swirls of wheeling joylists lost into another us that is, was and isn't us "forevermore" but finds us here again, unchanged

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just moments ago, i went online and tapped Google if some miraculous spell could be drawn out of thin air cause (this house husband feels a bit embarrassed to divulge), but at present, the will to live aye cannot bear cuz after an ample lather of soap and shampoo, ah pronounced heady effect became immediately clear where times gone by (even as late as early January tooth how sand and eighteen), the strands clumped, glommed, and matted together as sieve ma noggin got sat upon by a deer no matter after shaking head banging fashion (imagine rock stars of yore whipping their wild locks) from ear to e'er butta noah such dizzy inducing antics resulted in absolutely no fluffiness, hence my worse fear (irrational?) yes, an obsession i.e. thy hirsute outgrowth fixation dated back tummy boyhood when cranky gear and defective cogs somehow impacted preoccupation concerning every singular follicle fostering hair strand, but during prepubescence, this now grown man took a fancy to this, that, or the other lad, who sported a style envied yours truly, hie wished said thatch tubby upon mine ma lil oblate spheroid, and pleaded (weathered and in vane) with fate to make magically ap pear this, tis minuscule wiggle room to muster support from rear guard, hook offer me wiggle room asthma body electric goes on a manic tear precious seconds ticking closer to the final count down where this mwm might remain bed ridden for an entire year.

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Argh! I suffer the plight of Bad Hair Year In One Day!

just moments ago, i went online and tapped Google if some miraculous spell could be drawn out of thin air cause (this house husband feels a bit embarrassed to divulge), but at present, the will to live aye cannot bear cuz after an ample lather of soap and shampoo, ah pronounced heady effect became immediately clear where times gone by (even as late as early January tooth how sand and eighteen), the strands clumped, glommed, and matted together as sieve ma noggin got sat upon by a deer no matter after shaking head banging fashion (imagine rock stars of yore whipping their wild locks) from ear to e'er butta noah such dizzy inducing antics resulted in absolutely no fluffiness, hence my worse fear (irrational?) yes, an obsession i.e. thy hirsute outgrowth fixation dated back tummy boyhood when cranky gear and defective cogs somehow impacted preoccupation concerning every singular follicle fostering hair strand, but during prepubescence, this now grown man took a fancy to this, that, or the other lad, who sported a style envied yours truly, hie wished said thatch tubby upon mine ma lil oblate spheroid, and pleaded (weathered and in vane) with fate to make magically ap pear this, tis minuscule wiggle room to muster support from rear guard, hook offer me wiggle room asthma body electric goes on a manic tear precious seconds ticking closer to the final count down where this mwm might remain bed ridden for an entire year.

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Alias indomitable invincible Donald John Trump oozes wrath inexorably plunging every species of life toward apocalyptic warpath mercilessly threatentens world wide web promising bloodbath validating ex post facto commander in chief as nonpareil sociopath hence... this call to arms gives run for money challenging any psychopath lest inevitable according to dead reckoning prediction of wisest sages calculated math. Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast dire straits emergency, and inveigh grassroots action mandatory meaning registered voters must cast ballot per se else planet Earth will... burn thermonuclear gray rendering oblate spheroid uninhabitable, I daresay if bleak forecast father time doth delay global warming would outweigh former worst case nihilistic scenario, nonetheless Gaia will serve as repurposed ashtray, whereby inextinguishable fiery storms approximating calculus of doomsday nsync with intolerable weather forecasts if complacency rides roughshod field day defying lack of immunization oy vey against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms viral and bacterial agent provocateurs microscopic gangbusters nothing could allay winning scrimmage play thinning overpopulation whereby scavengers make short shrift plethora once living flotsam and jetsam perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying, goods put on layaway (type of foragers - reference https://www.google.com/search? client=safari&channel=mac_bm&ei= KECaXe_UA6SO5wLh-7gY&q=list+ examples+of+scavengers&oq=list+types+ of+scavengers&gs_l=psy-ab.1.0.0i22i30. 58737.70074..70997...0.4..0.223.1875. 21j2j1......0....1..gws-wiz....... 0i71j0i273j0j0i131j0i67j33i22i29i30. wnDI0kLrKWM). now ye might hashtag me chicken little synonymous to Rome burning, while Nero did fiddle, perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming at figurative mouth with spittle, would you believe cautious optimist, who presents prediction, while this poem heed whittle.

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Oct 6, 2019

Oct 6, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Impregnable fortified Donjon

Alias indomitable invincible Donald John Trump oozes wrath inexorably plunging every species of life toward apocalyptic warpath mercilessly threatentens world wide web promising bloodbath validating ex post facto commander in chief as nonpareil sociopath hence... this call to arms gives run for money challenging any psychopath lest inevitable according to dead reckoning prediction of wisest sages calculated math. Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast dire straits emergency, and inveigh grassroots action mandatory meaning registered voters must cast ballot per se else planet Earth will... burn thermonuclear gray rendering oblate spheroid uninhabitable, I daresay if bleak forecast father time doth delay global warming would outweigh former worst case nihilistic scenario, nonetheless Gaia will serve as repurposed ashtray, whereby inextinguishable fiery storms approximating calculus of doomsday nsync with intolerable weather forecasts if complacency rides roughshod field day defying lack of immunization oy vey against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms viral and bacterial agent provocateurs microscopic gangbusters nothing could allay winning scrimmage play thinning overpopulation whereby scavengers make short shrift plethora once living flotsam and jetsam perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying, goods put on layaway (type of foragers - reference https://www.google.com/search? client=safari&channel=mac_bm&ei= KECaXe_UA6SO5wLh-7gY&q=list+ examples+of+scavengers&oq=list+types+ of+scavengers&gs_l=psy-ab.1.0.0i22i30. 58737.70074..70997...0.4..0.223.1875. 21j2j1......0....1..gws-wiz....... 0i71j0i273j0j0i131j0i67j33i22i29i30. wnDI0kLrKWM). now ye might hashtag me chicken little synonymous to Rome burning, while Nero did fiddle, perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming at figurative mouth with spittle, would you believe cautious optimist, who presents prediction, while this poem heed whittle.

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Within womb universe’s birth nebulous placenta housed seeds of life and white lily billions of years in future mid-wifery lady Madonna i.e. Gaia twill abort... cancel... fail cosmic amniotic fluid infinitesimal kernel unknowingly intimated mother earth giver of extant flora and fauna unleashed after big bang cosmic explosion galactic matter ala Jackson Pollack across void impregnating fecund celestial field embryonic entities germinating gamut multifarious floral fauna spectrum primordial soupy miasma evolving millennial timeframe distinct organisms **** sapiens master exploiter oblate spheroid usurped emiment domain epitomized goddess of fertility silent ovation humanity predecessors ovulated promulgating tentatively robust quite pathological population within clustered cloistered substantial redoubts mollycoddled, nursed swaddled by ancestral gracias moma mia figures, whose maternal role guarded vulnerable progeny, outfoxing invisible World Wide Web building inexorably linked network indomitable strength against wild things guaranteeing subsequent generations flourishing webbed unbridled success prompted contemporary bipedal hominid chance genetic dice throw origin of species weathering travails horrendous maternal sacrifices inducing acknowledgement unknown female forebears!

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Mother Earth Day

Within womb universe’s birth nebulous placenta housed seeds of life and white lily billions of years in future mid-wifery lady Madonna i.e. Gaia twill abort... cancel... fail cosmic amniotic fluid infinitesimal kernel unknowingly intimated mother earth giver of extant flora and fauna unleashed after big bang cosmic explosion galactic matter ala Jackson Pollack across void impregnating fecund celestial field embryonic entities germinating gamut multifarious floral fauna spectrum primordial soupy miasma evolving millennial timeframe distinct organisms **** sapiens master exploiter oblate spheroid usurped emiment domain epitomized goddess of fertility silent ovation humanity predecessors ovulated promulgating tentatively robust quite pathological population within clustered cloistered substantial redoubts mollycoddled, nursed swaddled by ancestral gracias moma mia figures, whose maternal role guarded vulnerable progeny, outfoxing invisible World Wide Web building inexorably linked network indomitable strength against wild things guaranteeing subsequent generations flourishing webbed unbridled success prompted contemporary bipedal hominid chance genetic dice throw origin of species weathering travails horrendous maternal sacrifices inducing acknowledgement unknown female forebears!

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