Category: poetry

She slid into bed next to

me, she threw her tan

long, tan legs over

mine and said:

“F_ck me, please.”

I kissed her mouth.

Our tongues twisted,

I tasted her mouth, it

had a cherry sherbert

flavor, she smiled as

we broke the kiss

her black curls

shimmering in the

sun.

I grabbed one big,

ripe breast, and teasing

and took the nipple

full into my mouth.

It hardened instantly,

she moaned with

passion, her smooth

legs rubbing mine.

She grabbed my dick,

and my hand slid

down to her wet mound,

she squeezed my swollen

penis up to her breast

and began to rub it.

I stroked her mound,

kneading her clit, the moans

as we came, the milky

semen squirting on her dark

nipple.

She smiled.

“We held each other

close, I stroked her ample

buttocks. When it was

time, she rolled over,

and I entered her from

behind.

Bye, Bye

miss American Pie,

Took the Chevy to the levee,

But the levee went dry,

The good old boys were

drinking Whiskey & rye,

& Singing

This’ll be the day that I die,

The day the music died

On the Beach

Why am I here?

To get a tan?

To praise the sun?

Or the scratchy sand

that beneath buttocks.

Or to praise the waves?

Or write ocean-polluted

poetry of overburden,

Ridden by copper-tanned

Straddling saddles

Of fiberglass.

The sand is strewn

with celluloid debris

sacrificing write-ups

to the sunless sky,

Wall to wall people,

Waves of flesh against

waves of water,

American music

from transistor radios,

And all the sand, sky

and celluloid are one,

The Beach.

Cat Stevens, whats happened to you

where have you gone

To the faith of old Islam.

Life could be a Sci-Fi novel

Ads praising toilet paper

like the messiah,

Phallic ships soaring to the moon,

Or to deliver atomic death,

Couch potatoes collect radiation

from their TV sets,

While models collect

cash for their printed

photons.

They glorify themselves

In their stinkin’ tobacco

and cheap cheapo.

Heat is the sponge that soaks

up hope. It burns, heats

and melts, dragging away life,

sucking like an infant’s mouth

upon the nipple of life.

When do you kill?

you fill the drainage

ditch with bodies,

To satisfy you lust,

Cravings of your

mad gods.

But do the gods listen,

or do they simply float

away,

On a cloud or non-existence

You make the world stink

with the stench of burning

flesh body,

But only the youth, children

die.

They say that your gods

are the worst.

But I think not.

You sacrifice fourteen,

But ten million die for

the Power.

The electricity sizzled and

popped, as the huge spark shot

up through metal tires, and into

the open air, exploding into a

brilliant green blue flash. Wheels

spun, lights flashed on, and the

machine was on. The scientist

sitting at the controls flipped a

switch, and was instantly

transported across the lab basement

floor.

His colleagues stood in amazement,

stunned at his accomplishment, so

stunned, that in fact, they decided

to pretend that the event had

never happened, and so in their

own stuffy Victorian ways, they

dismissed it as parlor magic, and

kicked Dr. Long out of the society of science

for fraud.

Dr. Long packed the machine in

disgust.

“Thirty years of work thrown

away in an instant by a bunch of

overstuffed narrow-minded cynics,

who try to call themselves

scientists, Rumpth!!”

He checked the coils of his

machine for overheating. His machine

— a machine that could travel over

any given distance in an instant of

time, seemed to defy all the

known laws of physics, but

still, it had to work, he

had devoted his life to the

idea of instant transportation,

but his colleagues just laughed,

and told him to stick to trains

and horses, but he would

show them.

The hate inside him grew

in intensity, as he plotted his

revenge.

“I can use my machine against

them. They will see that I’m

not an insane parlor magician.

I will show them all, the

world will pay for this

mistake!!”

And, try tried to make them

pay, but failed. The first

time, he tried to dematerialize

into one of his colleague’s homes

he dematerialized inside

his former colleagues breakfast

table, and died instantly.

So the world would have to

wait for Dr. Long’s revolutionary

device to be reinvented at a later

time.

The giant absentminded

scratched his crotch. Being

a giant is an awful burden, the

thought, as he absentminded trampled

a flock of sheep.

Arrows shot up at him through

the darkness, repelled by his thick

clothing, as he trampled these

ant-men with their useless

stingers.

Later that night as the giant

pooped in a field or kicked an

entire castle across a wooden

field, then suddenly in a

stroke of unwritten or good luck,

a bolt of lightning shot out

of the heavens to claim the stupid

and idiotic and useless life of

the giant, who should have

never existed, but in the

minds of some twisted

men.

The fat magistrate shifted his

bloated body on the two chairs

that were necessary to support

his exorbitant bulk.

He tossed the globe up and

down in his pudgy fingers,

pleased with himself for having

fired an employee that morning.

His job was to make people

miserable, and he was quite

good at it, almost as good as

the famous motion picture

lounge singer Boothy

Bemment.

A conclusion about how the side of our guilt

apart.

The Antony at the beginning

of the play is greatly different from

the Antony at the end of the play.

On the beginning of the play,

Antony is like a wolf, seeking

revenge on the killers of Caesar.

But at the end of the play, Antony

understands why the con-

spirators did what they did, but

he understands also why Brutus

killed Caesar, and he forgives and

praises Brutus. Antony changes

greatly from the beginning of the

play, to the end.

In the beginning of the play,

Antony is a wolf, seeking revenge

for Caesar upon the conspirators.

Wait! We see to the fact that shed this

costly blood!” In the preceding quote,

Antony is cursing the conspirators,

and like a mother bear avenging her

slaughtered cubs, he is pitting himself

against the killers of Caesar, at all cost.

he says that to avenge the

murder, Antony says that a curse

shall light upon the limbs

of men, and that blood

and destruction will be seen

and that mothers will but smile

when they see their babies

quartered with the hands of war.

In the preceding quote, Antony

is again revealing himself

to be like a beast in a blind rage,

who because of his anger at

the conspirators, is willing to

sacrifice the lives of hundreds of

people to avenge Caesar.

Antony at the end of the play,

differs from the Antony at the begin-

ning, in that, like a wise old

man who sees the truth. “All the

conspirators, save all he, did that

they did in general envy of great

Caesar…” This quote shows

that Antony has changed.

He no longer believes that all of the

conspirators killed Caesar for their

own personal gains, although he

knows that most of the conspirators

killed Caesar out of envy, he knows

that Brutus killed Caesar for what he

believes to be the general good of Rome.

Antony says that he was gentle and that

a general honest thought and

common good to all, made one

of them. “His life was gentle,

and the elements so mixed in

him that nature might stand up

and say to all of the world

‘This was a man!’” Antony

is revealing that he has forgiven

Antony, and that he no longer

instead of vehemently hating

Brutus, he honors him. Instead

instead of seeing Brutus as the

dark assassin who murdered

his greatest friend, Antony sees

Brutus as the

greatest Roman who

ever lived, who sacrificed

his friend Caesar, so

that Rome might live

free.

Antony the Antony at the

beginning of the play is greatly

different from the Antony at the

end, for in the beginning of the

play, Antony is like a ferocious

beast, because he has an intense

blind rage,

and he can’t see all of the motives

of the conspirators. But at the

end of the play, he sees for the

light, that not all of the killers

of Caesar killed him for their own

personal gain, namely Brutus. From

the beginning to the end of the play,

Antony goes through changes, changes

that make him realize the motives of

the assassins, and that Brutus’ were genuinely pure.

There was a bird

And it roared

He awoke abruptly

awoke to the rude bugler’s scream,

but he didn’t know who

he is, where he is, or

where he’s been. He lay on

his olive green U.S. Army

shirt and “Potato Potato”

but he’d never heard that

name before.

The drill sergeant shouted

into the barracks, like

a raging hurricane, and

bellowed, “Drop your

cocks, and grab your

socks, you’ve got 5 minutes

to hit shower and

shave,!!”

“What am I doing

here,” cried Patty despondently,

as he tried to trace the logic

of his situation.

Momma wanna know me?

I burnt L.A. in effigy.

I took my L.A. poster off the wall,

and brought it down to the shopping mall,

Momma wanna be proud of me,

I burnt L.A. in effigy.