An active sex life

My friend has a very active sex life.
He says he is practicing for his wife,
When i beseech him about his sex life.

My friend has a very active sex life.
He is a male that likes to mate for fun
Early in the morning before the sun.

He says, at this point in time he wants a son.
When he loves the daughters of other sons
To practice to make perfect for his wife.

When i beseech him about his sex life
My friend says he has an active sex life.
He says his penis was like a dull knife-

He has sharpened over the years
In the vaginas of ladies in tears
Because they want to be his wife.

My friend has a very active sex life.
He says he is practicing for his wife.

When he beseeches after my sex life,
I say I’m saving myself for my wife!

Lazarus Shatipamba is a wormy bookworm that rarely ever sees the sun(except through the eyes of many a fictional character). His days are mostly spent stuck between the pages of a good book.

When he isn’t busy gathering dust in the library, then he is most likely writing some poetry(some of which may or may not be fictional)

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The Burning Song

Read it as if you rap


It’s all getting pretty crazy
It started making me dizzy
I keep hearing every then & now
I did something bad & very wrong
Even though we agreed upon
That I’ll be cool & calm
But I failed to follow
I was supposed to swallow
Irritation & frustration
Dissertation on relation
Confrontation & aggression
Patterns taking over
I’m losing the ground

OMG
Seems I’ve gone crazy
So now here I’m again
To take the blame
And a pinchful of shame
Facing the consequences
Of the sequences of mishaps
Perhaps I am the only one
Who’s all over the place
But I simply can’t stand
In one by one space
It seems I’m that crowd
Suffocated & passing out

I hear you loud & clear
You tell me I’m getting there
Where I don’t really care
Don’t even give a damn
But you don’t understand
I can’t always be tamed
Look first in the mirror
Before you even quiver

Now it’s burning high
There’s hue & cry
Emotions of rage & fear
You’re getting ready to disappear
You see me now so tall
It seems I’m changing my form
I’m this scary dragon size
Spitting fire & murder eyes
Just want you to hear me out
So I scream at you pretty loud
But the shield you’ve put on
No, you can’t hear me at all
In your eyes I’m this bloody form
But in reality I’m simply torn

You’ve been trying to tell me
I am the only one freezing
I need desperate upgrading
Coz I’m that psychopath
Losing the only true path
The person you want me to be
The new version of me
My new design won’t be mean
I might come out pretty clean
Would take the toughest hit
And some other sorts of shit
But it can’t be just me
It is the way you see
Feel the things going with me
Don’t shut the doors so rapidly

Now try to hear me out
Gonna speak a bit loud
Enough of dissing
Saying dis-dat & hissing
I might be completely wrong
But who’s always spot on
So let’s start this all over
Let’s not use no cover
You & I are this loving pair
Sometimes covered in many layers
Perhaps marinated in deep pain
But it’s just a superficial coat
We aren’t no shadow ghosts

There’s always the darker side
But look at the beautiful sight
The intense radiant light
The blue & clear sky
If I’m the one with fire
Be the water on me
If you’re that very storm
I’ll come to you with peace
Let’s be naked & true
Remove the layers & the glue
But one thing is crystal clear
If I’m this heart
Then you’ll always be the beat
So let’s start all over my dear
Coz I’m you
And you’re me

I am Navin and I am from Denmark. An engineer / CAD technician by profession and I’m quite passionate about it. I express myself, share my experiences and what I realize through my poems, which I publish on my blog https://navinspoems.com/

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GUEST POST information

This blog is expanding really fast, new followers are coming on board every single day and I’m thrilled! Our little community is not that little anymore!

Since new bloggers who join us have questions about guest posts and don’t feel like digging through the blog to find all of the previous posts here are the three ways you can guest post on Luna. I will probably repeat this post after every 200-400 new followers just to keep everyone up to speed.

So our beloved POETRY BAR – here you send your poetry works to poetrybar1@gmail.com together with a few words about yourself and a link to your blog and an Instagram account if you have one since The Poetry Bar does and we post your works there also. Check it out here:  https://www.instagram.com/the.poetrybar/

Our middle child of guest posts is THE POSITIVITY PRESS – here you send your positive stories, share positive vibes, send pictures, tell us about your new job or hobby and send them to postpositivity@gmail.com. It was designed to bring joy to us on a daily basis and keep us positive and grateful for all the little experiences that happen to us. You just need to send your positive vibes to the e-mail address and attach a blog link if you’d like

And our new born baby is #savingme project – here you can share your stories about any type of abuse you’ve experienced. The email is savingmestory@gmail.com. The project was made to let abuse victims know they are not alone. If you don’t want to share your whole story, you can share how you got out, some advice to people going through this hell currently. It’s a safe place and your story can be published completely anonymously. Also, you can see that I post about my own experience with domestic abuse and not only my story but my thoughts, mechanisms that helped me overcome it etc.

 

That’s pretty much it. Now, new bloggers and old bloggers let’s see what you’ll send my way. Love you all!

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna

The second amendment

Bang! That’s hot.
Bang! That’s not.
Hand’s up,
Don’t shoot,
Please stop!

In Las Vergas,
Bullets zing by,
Helpless, they flee,
Gun violence.

Through gun smoke’s gloom,
A preacher recites,
Worship our rights;
Like God and love,
Bibles and guns.

The young, aggrieved,
In blood stained jeans,
Stage a die-in.

March for Our Lives,
The Bill of Rights.

We will sacrifice children at a gun’s altar,
We will use black powder in infant’s formula,
We will lobby all day, and sleep well, through the night,
We will not infringe, blessed be, The Second Amendment.

By: Paul Lillie

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Cricket

Creating a vibe
Really Reacting fans
In stadia up and down the
Counties of England and Wales
Keep cheering on for their
Eleven, in their colourful Pyjamas
The Atmosphere – Electric

Bowler holds the ball
of white cork in hand
while his captain makes placements
laid on field with his plans
expectant batsmen, head out for the crease
reaction from crowd – an instant release

The ball from the run up, bounces high in the air
the batsman clips ball, to the boundary square
keeping wicket intact, putting fielders in a mix
as it heads down the ground for a four or a six

Sometimes keeping wicket, Fielder gives up a shout
Appealing to umpire, that the batsman is out
the batsman keeps standing, till the time is to yield
and the umpire raises finger, and batsman leaves th’ field

Whilst out at third man, from the hit shot will fall
and from out of the air comes the white or pink ball
as ball descends quickly, to the greenery, flat
to the sound of the crowd who cheer out “Owzat!”

Manchester has a lot going on at the moment, not at least we had the Cricket World Cup Semis taking place at Old Trafford
So, In response – I pulled this out of the archive….Enjoy!
I’m a poet who hails from Salford , England.  Home to James Joule , LS Lowry and Humphrey Booth – and plenty of other scientists and artists.  These great men have provided me with lots of inspiration in my writing.  I also get inspiration from the countries i visit and events i volunteer at…currently part of the volunteer squad of the Imperial War Museum (North) where i help out in the galleries….you can find me at inkdrops.blog or Allpoetry.com/InkdropK

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Course of Life

your birth, the prelude
to this one great life
foisted into beginning
what so many have done before

family nurtured you, or not
this start fostered your methods
of being in this world
success and failure were in your hands

decisions layered upon decisions
the best you could do, or the worst
chance predicts much of the outcome
and still, you carry on

you reap what you can
others benefit too
glory in the good days
paybacks for your pain

wisdom in the aftermath of living
lessens the evil
from gaining a foothold
in your soul

it’s still a hard road
many leave weak and broken
the lucky ones die
with a smile

they say hell ends when you’re dead

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work  at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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A Joker’s Brim

What am I scared of
Is it the circumstance or the people I surround my self with
Ones that I don’t dare off
Or is it just myself
That scares me the most
My fears my tears or the way my life steersLife becomes a joke when we act jokers
Is like a knife, it pokes all
no matter the denying talkers
What am I scared of ?
Is it any different from those I have known
And yet rather than sharing, I choose to be alone
Sweet sweet sweet
I try lie to myself like if I was a leprechaunI try be the only king to my life’s throne.
Ain’t easy coz its’s only earnest
Requires discipline known sternest
Discipline like marrow in bone
To become the King to life’s throne

What’s good what’s bad
I was told by my mum n Dad
I am all grown up now
To prevail my own choices
Occasionaly those do make me sad
Only how I’ll be able to teach my offspring
That.. not everything in life is a bling
Thank you Mum n Dad
For your love your care your guidance
I try my best to be your good lad

I know fear is my enemy
The only thing I envy
Rest is all this Joker’s brim
Fear is a true surviver
I wish it didn’t know how to swim
I couldn’t but maybe you can
Put fear on a ban
I discern to tell you this
This world will fall short if you ran
Your world is you
Please don’t waste it in tears
Learn this world
Learn how to spend life in cheers

Banjit S. Dhindsa
I am the SEA, & I tell the Sea that…. You are ME

https://thinktankbsd.wordpress.com

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