Sex And Sperms
Sex and sperms,
The sperms meeet the eggs and the woman is pregnant;
But are you ready to take care of the child oh man? ! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It Takes Two
This is the woman that i married:
She always distance herself from me and,
Expected to become pregnant.
This is the woman that you married:
She always distance herself from you and,
Expected to become pregnant.
But how can she become pregnant without the sperms?
She needs to be closer always than ever,
She needs to meke love for her to become pregnant,
For it takes two to plant the seed and water the seed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Men Must Be After A Woman
Billions of sperms in multiple times
Aim for a solitary ovum.
Why not more men for a woman
At least to woo? Why blockade?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Andoh
The meeting of the sperms and the eggs,
I have a key called promise;
And it will open any lock in doubting castles.
I am Andoh and i will kiss you with a clean conscience,
For the road ahead of life is long and it is with obstacles;
And like a salted tilapia to anhance my status-quo.
You need 'Banku ke shi-to' at this time to make your way through,
And like the rhythms of the difficulties of life!
For every wise woman builds the house,
Because of the doorsteps of true love!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Humans move from being bisexual.
Artificial sperms have arrived.
Synthetic eggs are on the way.
A child can come out of DNA
Of the concerned individuals.
No courtships, no copulations,
And no fertilization are needed,
The process of reproduction
Can be dispensed with altogether.
Human has become a rose plant,
Which propagates by stem cutting
With no need of pollination,
Fertilization and fruiting.
Fertility has shed its grace.
Sterility has shed its shame.
Gays and lesbians are happy.
Humans are no more bisexual.
04.11.2012.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bonsu
A boy wants a girl and,
The sperms met the eggs;
But the portable water is still a problem!
Less than 3% of the world's water is fresh but,
The nakedness of the boys and the girls are always seen around;
For they love sex than learning the ethics of the earth.
Bonsu is my name and,
Water has no enemy! !
But mankind has polluted all water bodies.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Inspect The Doors
Three, tree, free;
The sperms should fertilise the eggs is not,
There will not be a baby!
And like the muse of love in the land of lovers,
But i am diagonally stationed to respect you.
Clamp,
Provided,
Around;
Covered with love and fitted with roses,
But inspect the doors of your sweet love before you open them to others.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shameful
Like an alligator tending her eggs
on tongue, death moves the life
on strength of charisma, overreaches
for requiem and then distributes the raw
moments in subterfuge, we play the game
to cheat each other without shame.
A red carpet is laid on white floor
of the wax house, making gold from
sun rays. The moon bleeds internally.
The rivals come face to face walking
on the ashes of ancestors, ungrieving for the
loss of sperms. Fertility will come in petri dishes
without the name of father. I am here,
nobody, ready to unanswer any question.
My stains are becoming darker every day.
poem by Satish Verma
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The world balances
The weak cannot forgive the strong.
The hare cannot spare the hunter.
The woman cannot rape a man.
The ovum cannot swim to sperms.
Man and man aren’t equal.
Man and woman aren’t equal.
So balancing is to exist.
The world balances to exist.
06.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Child Woman, Woman Child
Orbison/dees
Coo coo, thats you, wonder why I love you, you do voodoo, thunder clouds above you
Crazy, kooky, lazy spooky, oh what a clown, always around
And I have found youre a woman. child woman. woman child
Long legged woman when I see you walking you look good
Hey little woman when I hear you talking you sound good
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
Youre into my mind then youre out of my mind child woman
You wind and unwind my mind, time after time child woman ooh child woman, yeah child woman
Flying uptight, dont know where youre going, trying your kite when the wind is blowing
Funny lady, sunny, shady off to the fair, sun in your hair
Oh, youre aware youre a woman child woman, woman child
Strong minded woman when you start groovin you look fine
My kind of woman when you start movin you look fine
Child woman, woman child youre driving me wild child woman woman child
I dont see you there, I see you everywhere child woman
I dont even care -yes, I really do care child woman, ooh child woman,
Hey child woman child woman, woman child
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Toxic Memory
They were teaching how to butcher
the lamb
and suspend the bines with
drooping hops.
I climbed out of my ashes towards
a marinated moon turned blue in consternation.
Warts and all, here we were ready
to pick up the lost threads to start
a conversation about the hurricane making
landfall, in near future.
After the fall, graffiti appeared on
the clouds, spurting sperms
on the stars.
Satish Verma
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Men seek as they are women.
Sperms seek ova
Not that they are nice
But they are ova
Men seek women
That they are women.
13.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Courting Fidelity
It was
a graceful exit
with audacious idiocity.
A cyclops was going
for a dress disaster.
Visitation
of flesh, mars the beauty.
Cheating starts
between the pails of tears.
I start hitting the planet.
Let the bride
sleep in fog. A volcano
was going to shed
the sperms on your
shirt.
poem by Satish Verma
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Enigmatic
The secular love:
you are contaminated
between skin and prayer.
Back from the odyssey
finding a crop-circle
in bridal chamber.
Rival was an alien
with a flat stomach
thinking black.
The thieving sperms
had a glorious end,
unentered in grass.
Your body was churning out
a religion.
I will find out my own god.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Creator And A Barren Woman
A barren woman had been praying for a child for long,
Then after many years without hope the Creator heard her prayers;
Then the Creator said to her: 'A year today you will give birth'.
This is the story of the Creator and a barren woman:
A year after the barren woman gave birth to a child.
Now, she started to complain again to the Creator;
Because, she has no time to take care of the child.
'Oh, i am too tired of taking care of this child';
And the Creator was very patience.
'Oh, i cannot take care of this child any longer';
And the Creator was very patience again.
'Oh, i have given my husband a child but i cannot take care of him';
This child was a son and then, the Creator said to the woman:
'When you were baren you did cried out for a child but,
Now that you've got one you also crying daily for his upkeep';
'Well, the wants of mankind are many and mankind is NOT satisfied'.
Yes, we are all living on this earth;
With stories and the things that we see around us;
But mankind is really NOT satisfied, whether barren or with a child.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Green Night
Deep down thighs, unhoisted,
what was there, harvesting the sperms? At dusk
an inflorescence breaks into myriads
of fireworks, wrecked apologia,
interned unlikeness, insanity, kissing the goldenrod
to start the flow of bare grief.
I deserve no nobility, my moonscape
has a blazing truth about a shooting star
which went into a gape groaning. Somebody
is done for, for a fragile skull. The riverbed
buries the dead child in white sands.
That lump rises again. I said, I never carry
the death on my shoulders. Wrap up and play
the drums for I lost the pathways to enemie
poem by Satish Verma
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Moving On
This bird is now 'pregnant'!
And, want to lay some eggs;
This world is moving on and,
it wants to teach us all;
But learn from the muse of this bird and be straight! !
For, many are walking around with bombs and,
Are ready to kill others.
Yes, many are walking around aimlessly;
With no vision and mission at hand!
For, their hatred had eaten them ap;
And their minds are not ready for peace,
So, they are ready to throw out bombs to kill others.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Unhitching
You come home,
to a genocide of sperms.
A storm was brewing
to implode;
cloning a wooly origami.
What was the philosophy
of living indefinitely?
Silence was the biggest
noise of spoons.
You were not entitled
to inherit the state,
kissing the trophy of a
beggared man.
Detachment with
upholstery might work.
Take a candle and
read the name on the
black wall.
poem by Satish Verma
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Life is in fusion
Flowers plucked, branches cut,
A tree is not dead.
Pollens dead and ovules dead,
No life is lost.
Pollen and ovule fuse to zygote
And in zygote’s death
Is the real death.
Sperms and ova have no death.
20.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What You Said
Sperms spilled on thighs
When moon was hung over trees
To engage reverberations,
Contesting erratic moods
Outside echoes
Stitching white milk into black tears,
It was not for the deliverance
From pain of separation
And drink the eyes:
The waves died in immensity
Somewhere a dolphin dips in mind
To pick up the music
Of fences, separating ethos
And gossips of terrified oceans
Searching the sunken ship.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Man For All Reasons
The texan cowboy rides his horse
Gideeyuppp! Heeeeeyaaaahhhhhhhh!
Spanking hard the lean-meat butt
He pulls the mane, he heaves and puffs
He hopes to win this course's run
His bum wont sore with a saddle on
The cowboy's wish is granted now
To ride his horse in the fastest race...
While he whips and pats his horse
The rider at its worse...
When he asks for an intercourse
I imagine how it sores...
Hail! the nine-incher for all reasons...
He loves to ride in all four seasons
On haystack grass, as he thrusts and grunts
He rides his cowgirl like a raging bull
Alas! the monster cowboy won his race
Like a shooting comet in an outer space
His fountain of youth to a rainforest moist
To the seventh mountain...to the ride of the decade
Still soaking wet from the fusion of sweat
A circus of sperms, communing with the eggs
In squirting might, the boastful stiffened shaft
Is now a limp noodle with a wrinkled jingle bells
poem by Cynthia Aluning
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