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Poetry Wed-nes-day
Hello, folks, do I have a treat for you. Poetry Wed-nes-day, for one day only, is now Poetry Thurs-nes-day! And as an homage to my human sexuality class, I’m bringing back my poem, Wrappers on the floor
Ghazal
Wrappers on the Floor
Eyes scan about the room.
Wrappers on the floor
Ancient soldiers and beams of light.
Wrappers on the floor
The upcoming battle they shall fight.
Wrappers on the floor
But which desire shall they consume?
Wrappers on the floor
Battle raging for an eon
Wrappers on the floor
No democratic election
Wrappers on the floor
Candy gives way to protection
Wrappers on the floor
What does your child spend 89¢ on?
Wrappers on the floor
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Poetry Wed-nes-day
Phallic Phantasies and Murderous Mayhem
A Socratin Phallacy of Plato
To Live Long and Prosper
The Beast that resides.
It hides
Clawing for freedom
For Sodom
Parts more than sum
Drunken taste
In its haste
It tries to lay waste
To irrational desires it can be traced
But the lion.
Up for auction.
To control, a weapon.
It’s a spirited element.
A tool so blunt.
A leader is needed.
Something unconceited.
But above the grunt.
Human reason
Strong throughout the season
Something to not be boughten.
A thing somewhat Vulcan
Poetry Wed-nes-day
Brand spankin new poem hot from the ink
Something for Everything
I sit on the moving road
My hand drawing in the sand
Watching my home and abode
An ocean of barren land
A flask in my pocket
An oasis in a jar
A drop in an empty bucket
And my hope near and far
It’s my gem for the future
My sword in the struggle
A lifeline on my tour
To find a love so huggable
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Poetry Wed-nes-day
The Free and Emerald Green
Blades of Emerald Green
Shall soon set me free.
For one of them comes:
One of the great sons.
A miscalculation means certain death,
But only she could ever take my breath.
The feel of his vibration
Mixes with my own anticipation.
I climb the stalk
As he continues his walk.
His steps shake me.
I can’t do this; how can it be?
But I must be with her.
I do not care what wrath I occur!
From the green I plummet to the pale peach
Just within my reach.
Soft skin reminds me of my hunger.
But I must restrain myself further.
Spiraling up the jungle,
I wait and huddle.
With each step, he takes me closer.
O! To be even this much closer!
The heat sinks into my body
As my stomach lay empty.
My hands begin to lose their grip.
My life starts to slip
I begin to fall,
But nothing is all I saw
I return to the blades so green
That promised to set me free.
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Poetry Wed-nes-day
Hello, folks, and welcome yet again to another edition of Poetry Wed-nes-day
Clicking, flicking, ticking,
A sound must be found
Or else I’m bound for a mound.
A single sockling hugs mocking.
Tapping like the knocking of a sapling
tapping, tap, taps.
Like dripping wax without lapse.
The tune picking up without singing
The ceiling began swirling.
I turned my back on the black.
I grabbed my pillow with an Ack! Just a Knick Knack.
But the sounding kept burning.
No more! I looked at the door.
I whispered, “Willow,” gripping her pillow.
I kept my voice low, shaking her to and fro.
She began to snore, so I shook no more.
I looked at the sock I wore and thought of lore.
Headless horsemen and hairy hobgoblins.
Tortured from both wins and sins.
Always from a woman bore, and clothes tattered they wore.
Vampires, fires, umpires, all build empires.
I should Rappel down the wall; Willow can stall.
They won’t gnaw on my balls!
I should just mess with wires and… spin some tires.
I slip from the bed, from my wife I once wed.
I scratch my armpit as five toes dig into carpet.
The lone sock slides until resistance is met, a toe becomes wet.
I stifle a scream from the toe just reamed, now my toes led.
I grab my other sock and dropped in a lock.
I made my way for the door with the one sock I wore.
I jumped and expected gore, just a deafening snore.
I felt the lock in the sock and wished for a big rock.
I pushed open the door with the one sock I wore.
I looked into the hall and saw a ball against a blank wall,
Though I expected a maw or giant chainsaw.
Mind, think no more, you make my heart sore.
Through the way I slipped, fast as if a dog on my bum had nipped.
Down the stairs, like down a villain’s lairs,
But thought, socks should be worn in pairs to avoid toenail glares.
I swung my sock, now I’m blue lipped. O! My radar just blipped.
Not a new presence, but its lack causing pain in my back,
Looking around, I wonder where was the now gone sound?
If I don’t find it, a mound is certainly where I’m bound.
Stumbling down in black, killing me is not the sound, but its lack.
I flew to the front door in lieu
Of a new sound, feet tapping the ground.
Mine and other’s, catching them I’m bound, now knowing a sound.
For waking me, I’ll make them black and blue and sue!
I opened the door then, expecting to find men.
Absence got me thinking, but from behind me came a blinking.
Turning to an eye winking, flashes of life began flashing.
An arm began to bend, only then did I wish I faced a legion of men.
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