Boob-ku

[Angeline]

Senna!

Nice to see you back here! I was sure when I read your er boob-ku there would be a little 1985 or some such under it, in which case you would have to get credit for the "genre." I assume this is new then. Way to go!

Everyone has done a great job with this thread and it has been fun, hasn't it?

Wherever she is
if Lisa can see these poems
she is laughing her ass off

(at me)

 

[beths-virtue]

more boob ku's

the most beautifull
woman I have loved yet,
has none, cancer steals

grandma had pillows
crawling in her lap to sleep
kids head rest on scars


my grandmother's cancer
took her from us piece by
piece, first the left breast

she cried on the phone
telling me about nursing
my dad when newborn

then not another word
during the next two years
she never showed tears

today I wonder
did i escape the gun
or is it patient

genetics cover risk
my fathers mom means not
enough, no worries

but mother was
adopted smoking gun
I can only guess

 

[_Land]

The pricess Bride of Boob KU

A worthy cause this,
deserving all attention
we give healthy boobs

my only regret
is that I have but one life
to give for the cause

but not even that
but I can at least write some
boob-kus here on lit

wesley put it well
what he said to buttercup
I will paraphrase

there is a shortage
of perfect breasts in the world
pity to lose yours

their shaking, bouncing
perfect rhythm all their own
we must save them all

 

[JUDO]

Marlowe, Chapter One
-----boob-kus noire-----

Marlowe at his desk
Fumbling with both his hands
The drawer won't open.

Suddenly, a knock
The handle turned. The door swung.
High heels with long legs.

She entered the room
With a pair of thiry-eights.
She had a gun, too.

"Marlowe?" she whispered.
I played coy. "Who wants to know,
a friend or a foe?"

She sat on my desk.
Either that was a nice suit
Or a bod that kills.

With an icy look,
I could tell this gal was hard,
And well, so was I.

"If I am a foe,
You'll have to search me, Marlowe."
Her knee bounced at me.

"Nothing could hide there.
All of your curves are present."
I started to sweat.

"There might be a gift,
But nothing comes for free, Dick."
She sucked her finger.

My pants got crowded.
Then, they got wet and sticky.
"Well, almost nothing."

 

[Senna Jawa]

Re: Senna!

Nice to see you back here! I was sure when I read your er boob-ku there would be a little 1985 or some such under it, in which case you would have to get credit for the "genre." I assume this is new then. Way to go!

Most likely, you are safe, Angeline, you may claim boob-ku. Certainly there were no boobs, and no erotic anatomy nor any explicit, erotic, physical games, in the classical oriental poetry. There were all kind of xyz-ku in the modern, Internet era, but I do not recall booob-ku.

The nearest I came in my own stuff in the past was NOT any boob-ku at all but the following poem:



  An advice to an infant



                a simple
                nibble
                on a nipple
                is gooood
                make sure
                that it's not
                a pimple.



                                H.California
                                1990-12-14/15



Best regards,

 

[Guest]

That made me laugh out loud, SJ. Funny, yet a little disgusting at the same time. Brilliant!

k-dog

 

[Angeline]

Thqank You Senna

I appreciate the info, but perhaps will think twice before laying claim to the new poetic form--or should I say forms? (sorry, couldn't resist)

 

[Senna Jawa]

That made me laugh out loud, SJ. Funny, yet a little disgusting at the same time. Brilliant!

k-dog

Thank you, KarmaDog, I am glad that you appreciate my small gem. It is symbolic of course. Think of poetry, of critique, of many things. Each time you get involved into an activity, make sure that you know the seemingly insignificant but so vital difference. Feel the same disgust.

Best regards,

 

[Angeline]

I thought the same kdoggy

sometimes i am too polite--i really wanted to say ewwwww

 

[Senna Jawa]

[magnificent...]

 



                magnificent boobs
                can do better than to keep
                a pen in between



Regards,

 

[Senna Jawa]

non-ku boob citations

I am not as strict as the oriental poets of the past, as can be seen from the following fragment citations from two of my poems:


        ...
        will your two beer bottles
        overflow with love
        ...
        ...
        when will your beer bottles
        overflow with love
        ...


and


        ...
        with every breath of the salty water
        i taste roses
                of your wavy breasts
        ...



Regards,

 

[Senna Jawa]

Re: I thought the same kdoggy

sometimes i am too polite--i really wanted to say ewwwww

Oh, no, Angeline was TOO polite to me. I better hide in my hole again. Sorry to offend your aesthetic sensibilities, Angeline.

               

(Just joking, just fooling around).

Best regards,

 

[Angeline]

Senna?

cut that out! lol

(and trust me i have an aesthetic sensibility that waxes and wanes--from great delicacy to deeply embarrassing grossness: my kids would be more than happy to tell you how gross mommy is.....but I did have to deal with a child with a boil last night and well...lol, then i read your poem and...oh never mind ha ha)

 

[karmadog]

SJ suggested:

It is symbolic of course. Think of poetry, of critique, of many things.

I've thought long and hard about the possible deeper meaning of your poem, Senna, and I've consulted astrologers and psychoanalysts, doggerel walkers and streetcorner preachers.

Here's what they came up with:

You can't get milk from a pimple.

And:

Don't pop a gift zit.


And:

No use crying over spilt pus. (Sorry, Eve. I know how you feel about pus)

And:

You can pop a friend in the nose, but you really shouldn't pop the pimple on your friend's nose.

I don't think any of those are right myself, but who am I to argue with the wisdom of a doggerel walker?

 

[Angeline]

I've spent a good part of my life trying to run away from doggeral walkers--many of whom I now have to work with in their official, officious DC lives. But you're not that kind of dog, right? The doggeral kind? I see you more as un chien andelou--you know the surreal daliesque kind, except for the jazz part and where was I?

I like the phrase "Doggeral Walkers." For a dog, you're a pretty funny guy.

I consulted the I Ching. I got this:

The Judgement

The Wanderer. Success through smallness.
Perseverance brings good fortune
To the wanderer.

The Image
Fire on the mountain:
The image of The Wanderer.
Thus the superior man
Is clear-minded and cautious
In imposing penalties,
And protracts no lawsuits.

I think it means that if i don't get out of this post soon (i.e., wander), smarten up, and um sober down, there will be litigation.

Doggeral walking is a bunch of monkey business.

oh there's also

a zit in time saves nine

a zit on the nose is worth two on the chin

a place for everything, and anything but a zit on your face.


etc.

 

[_Land]

LMAO

SJ suggested:

I've thought long and hard about the possible deeper meaning of your poem, Senna, and I've consulted astrologers and psychoanalysts, doggerel walkers and streetcorner preachers.

Here's what they came up with:

You can't get milk from a pimple.

And:

Don't pop a gift zit.


And:

No use crying over spilt pus. (Sorry, Eve. I know how you feel about pus)

And:

You can pop a friend in the nose, but you really shouldn't pop the pimple on your friend's nose.

I don't think any of those are right myself, but who am I to argue with the wisdom of a doggerel walker?

 

[karmadog]

Angeline chinged:

The Judgement

The Wanderer. Success through smallness. Thus my pickup line: Baby, you're just 4" from love!
Perseverance brings good fortune
To the wanderer. Or at least a ride to the next exit.

The Image
Fire on the mountain:
The image of The Wanderer.
Thus the superior man
Is clear-minded and cautious Tough to argue with, but this can't be about me, as I am neither.
In imposing penalties, Bend over my knee, baby!
And protracts no lawsuits. I don't have a lawsuit, but I do have a hair suit.

Did you cast this with pennies? Because, for unknown reasons, my fortune can only be cast with Gambian bututs.

Here is a portion of my horoscope (which also suggested that I spend some time with 'the one that got away', ie the ex-g. I think this astrologer is trying to get me killed. Her husband is a marine with a gun collection!):

'Everyone knows that the cream rises to the top and smart students move to the head of the class.'

Anyone who's ever seen a full toilet or a pond knows the kind of things that rise to the top, and a class is like a pimple, so we know what's at the head of that.

 

[Angeline]

Ok

I'd like to lie and say yarrow sticks, but I admit to a cheesy online i-ching "oracle" that gives you the whole darn hexagram at once.

And excuse me but are you um imposing a penalty? Is it a stiff penalty? (why do I suddenly feel like I'm channeling Wicked Eve?)

 

[karmadog]

Ah, the blessed goddess of wickedness, Eve. Be careful or she will possess you!

 

[JUDO]

Angeline chinged:

Did you cast this with pennies? Because, for unknown reasons, my fortune can only be cast with Gambian bututs.

Here is a portion of my horoscope (which also suggested that I spend some time with 'the one that got away', ie the ex-g. I think this astrologer is trying to get me killed. Her husband is a marine with a gun collection!):

Everyone knows that the cream rises to the top and smart students move to the head of the class.

Anyone who's ever seen a full toilet or a pond knows the kind of things that rise to the top, and a class is like a pimple, so we know what's at the head of that.

Angeline? Chinging? Does this make her Ching-a-line? Or is that just the sound she makes when she keeps her pennies in the breast pocket?


No desk set to hold,
But they wriggle all the same --
Dinging and donging.

Angeline's boobies
Dancing with balletic grace;
No one sees her eyes.

Hand in her pocket --
The envy of all in view,
Fondling for change.


- Judo

 

[Floater]

nipples bewitched me
those rivets of stippled flesh -
even as a kid

Angeline, you're turning into an art gallery.

 

[Angeline]

Dancing Boobs

I studied ballet
tis true: toe, modern jazz, too
but no breast ballet

Ten long years of it
at the Kiernan School of Dance
and yet still a klutz

Each year was the same
We did Midsummer Night's Dream
I was Mustard Seed

Every damn year
Please! Titania!
Nope. Still Mustard Seed.

Well screw the Kiernans
Now I am Titania
Fairy Queen of words!

Oh I forgot: boobs
I am still getting past it
The er ballet trauma

Anyway Ms. JUDO
I think I have more jazz boobs
Because of improv.

Moratorium!
Exhibitionistic me!
Other breasts, ok?

It is bad enough
There now exists at this site
That Rowdy Ted poem.

In which I am um
way too flagrantly featured
with that stupid thing.

I think you should all
get breast avatars please
men too, lol

Then they can all dance
in synchronized breast rhythm:
nereid breast ballet!

 

[karmadog]

A man, am I blue?
two nipples I have, but no
breasts 'til sixty two

My AV very true
has not two, three, nor four, but
at six triples you.

 

[Angeline]

Nipple Sextet

Nipple sestina!
This is no competition!
Who has more nipples!

Besides if I count
myself, my kids, and my dog
That makes 12 nipples.

Because my doggie
Ms. Obi Wan Kanobi
is a girl doggie

So there.

 

[TheDR4KE]

Thank you, KarmaDog, I am glad that you appreciate my small gem. It is symbolic of course.

Is that the first time we've seen Senna say one of his poems shouldn't be taken literally, but that it is symbolic?

Never thought I'd see the day

Quack

the D