Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Phallic Pollination

My Phallic Pistolerro

a water gun

how disgusting

said someone

the lady with a pouted smile

cloistered brains of a nun.

a body part over rated

battle of the sexes was won


more powerful than any machine gun


fortified for its stand by Viagra

badly needed by everyone

hidden in sartorial upholstery

a hired brainwired gun

testicular terrapin

basking in the sun

a triangular pond

will swim

bob his head

drown and be done

stealthily sheepishly

move from her budoir

the start of another home run

Splurting Semen in Defeat

We love

love

we love to cheat

we are full

we get hungry

what is not ours

we want to eat

deceit

we puke

we shit

we excrete

push our hot member

crumpled

flesh

on a back seat

smelling sweet

we compete

her body heat

we deplete

repeat and

retreat

smashing

our way

through

clitoral charisma

labial concrete

a wife at home

we fornicate libidinously

with the woman of the street

man

without

his manhood

incomplete

an errection

gift wrapped

in a winding sheet

splurting semen

in defeat.

Cut copy

Paste

Don’t Delete.

Love at loss

Hate as gross

On Our Fucked Lives

Balance Sheet

Masturbated Verbiage

Life is a stage

propped up as an actor

or dumped in a garbage

a click

i am on the wrong

webpage

online

they call it

coming of age

a parrot

cock eyed

in her gilded cage

a poker faced porn poet

also a pedestrian sage

overtime on the internet

no minimum wage

just her thoughts

my battered hopes

assuage

fires than within

the entrails of my groin enrage

seminal solidity ..

masturbated verbiage

genital stage


uncopulated in my minds eye

lies the sweeping sorrow

weeping tears thoughts engage for

the Saint of Homosexuals

Oscar Wilde

Aestheticism

Lord Alfred Douglas

Queensbury Boxing Laws

Reading Gaol


A Poetic Forum

Reminiscent of

the Victorian age

Devoid of testicular fortitude

Eunuch euphoria

A War they Wage

the irony of poetic brotherly love

When squeeze becomes a shove

hate betrayed by love

unwanted meaningless

comments down my throat they shove

a tirade poisonous poetic spam

characteristic of

strange brotherly love

intolerant of

a multi colored

hate thugs that

in a forum of debasement

are in hand and glove

no not tired men

and courtly love


a amateur porn poet

who writes about

unworking human

body parts

that they cant dispose of

a trade mark duly registered

hate more hate within a poem

that cannot be written off



A vulture

pretending

to be a dove

the irony

of brotherly poetic love

totally undeserving of

pretentious poetic cadre

enough is enough

Peace and War


Peace and War
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
A missing Peace
A childs leg
The Fruits of War
No football no running
The Gift of War
A bombed up house
Sorrowful Silence
A broken door
A bleak Future
Raw bleeding
Harsh Reality
Wounds of War

Trade Off..Amrikki Jehadi

Racism raises its ugly head
From a recycling bin
Sounds of masturbated
Hate some more poetic
Sin to trade in
Oh how they love
To take it in the mouth
While it hits the chin
Phallic storm in a teacup
Excuse the slip in
Weapons of mass destruction
Al Amrikki Jehad
A white man
Chequered scarf
More hate spin
Hidden in the forum of a dustbin
The great white hope
Pretending to be a jehadi
With a brown skin
The sound of a bazooka
At the dropp of a pin
All you need to do is sacrifice your
Penile headed foreskin
The great white poet messiah
Black and brown poets won’t let in
Hate as it spills
Out from within
With his ass
Balanced
On a circumcised
Swivel pin
Enjoying
The pleasrures
Of a eunuch
Artificial sin
Welcome hatreds next of kin
A Trade Mart..
There In

Thank you Eagle Hawk

Thank you
Eagle Hawk
Sometimes
Far more eloquently
In silence we talk
It’s when we open
Our duck faced mouth
That as humans we shock
Like ships on repair
On old memories we dock
Crumbling as sand
Once that was rock
Now turned to chalk
As desensitized poets
As demoralized poets
As disillusioned poets
As dehumanized poets
Our inherent hatred
On the Muse of our Poetry
Unlock
We conjurors of words
Wordsmiths of unworthy stock
Not only poetry
Our vindictive venomous
Viper like poison
Beneath empty
Hollow sounding words
Our alter ego we stalk
Not just Poetry
But the Soul of Poetry
We mock
Like Shepherds
Weeping poems
Over dying flocks
A haunted poet hunter’s house
The ghost of Alfred Hitchcock
Legless heartless hopeless soulless
On borrowed crutches we walk

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