Ode to the Cunt
And Other Love Poems -
a Romantic Spiritual Poetry Book
PART 12: TENDER LOVE


GREAT GIRL

Girl pupil from my loins and cherished love
Listen to my advice brought from above.
Sow seeds of greatness deep inside your soul.
Open genius gifts knocking at your door.

For I know nothing of virginity,
Or periods dropping your sacred blood.
Neither am I wise about childbirth chores
I speak of Goddess truths with one accord.
Sow seeds of greatness deep inside your soul.
Open genius gifts knocking at your door.

Live in spirit, behave like the Goddess,
Idealize femaleness as your alias.
You are a person first and glorious;
Stringing thoughts and dreams is harmonious.
Sow seeds of greatness deep inside your soul.
Open genius gifts knocking at your door.

Plant a garden of originality.
Harvest it with nimble ability.
Respond and live with enthusiasm
React wittily to false criticism.
Sow seeds of greatness deep inside your soul.
Open genius gifts knocking at your door.

Strive freely and take risks to get ahead.
Do not import failure into your head
But take the praise and pride in your success
And thank the Goddess for your progress.
Sow seeds of greatness deep inside your soul.
Open genius gifts knocking at your door.

Revel and enjoy your female body
Manage your health to satisfy you.
Live for your high purposes do not worry.
Find the girl inside and be to her true.
Sow seeds of greatness deep inside your soul.
Open genius gifts knocking at your door.

Protect yourself as best you can.
Life is not a one lost battle plan.
Recoup, recover and lift your sights
Emotionally, mentally use foresight.
Sow seeds of greatness deep inside your soul.
Open genius gifts knocking at your door.

Plant in your mind to do interesting work,
If the job is strange, perhaps you have the quirk
To perform the job well and be superb and keen.
Do these things and put hope and history
On your side, and you’ll be a Great Girl
Others will see and admire besides.



PART 10: UNFULFILLED LOVE


MYSTICAL PAWKY PEN

One August night I dreamed I ventured outside
Into my hidden sounds, jangled-jungle backyard.
And what did I see peeping past piles
Of tangled green vegetation plush:
A tired, yawning vanishing sun
Painting the valley sky in her flourish
Pink and yellow-red Van Gogh brush

Onward my pace quickened. I sliced past prisms
Of shade and shadow, green and wet boa trees
And leaping varus earth-to-sky swinging vines.

O a desert scene emerged, the flat and vast
As Peaceful and Precious came into view. 
I perceived the Lady Moon unpacking from
Her pallid-white and round-shaped vase
Magical vaporous rays for the night.

O plate-full of earth’s polyglot mysteries!
I lowered my feeding eyes from the horizon
And all my senses said, “Ah-Ha!” to the
Most pertly vision anyone lifted eyelids
And gained a view.  I saw a lioness sitting
At her tree desk analyzing, writing peerless
Poetry wearing a vaunt expression of delight
As she roared of valor and a peer romance,
Using her flat screen monitor for paper,
And a clicking keyboard for her pawky pen.



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