Ikebe!
That is the name used to identify her butt,
resting on the incredible hips and thighs,
so lavish and ornate,
avoid looking at it!
The gods were biased,
gifted her unusual hip and bum,
her ikebe!
It speaks and glows in the dark,
no discernible dark patches is present,
it was created by mortal man,
heavy, full, and soft,
eat it if you can.
Daring the viewer to look more closely,
what a chew that would be!
What about the predecessors whom wore her?
Touch her, put her before you,
she is strong and weak,
fearless and always eager to communicate,
no legend in the past,
the gods must have been crazy!
Ikebe!
Many must have done and gone,
gone after done!
Don’t look at her list of prescriptions,
someone has to be tamed,
take off before it occurs,
pay attention not to this illusion,
and quit having woolly hair dreams.
A collection of styles with priceless size and fountains,
with night-breasted beasts and legs of flames;
on the hips of a delicate pendulum skiff.
A buttock of softness and quota,
that juts out to the left and right,
in order to entice and destroy,
so profound, so deadly!
Ikebe!
From September 30, 2025, to October 1, 2025, "The Poems Inside of Me" will be offered for free on Kindle Select. Please get a free copy today.
Stanley.
My girlfriend used to call it her "onion." It reminded me of the roundness and softness of a peach without the fuzz.
She is a bowler and bowling requires that you bend over to throw the ball. She always gathered a small crowd of men who would gather behind her as she bowled. Just to get a better glimpse of her glutinous maximus that really wasn't very large, but very svelte, indeed.
Ron
PS. She's an African/European/Native American melting pot of ancestry.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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From September 30, 2025, to October 1, 2025, "The Poems Inside of Me" will be offered for free on Kindle Select. Please get a free copy today.
Stanley.
My girlfriend used to call it her "onion." It reminded me of the roundness and softness of a peach without the fuzz.
She is a bowler and bowling requires that you bend over to throw the ball. She always gathered a small crowd of men who would gather behind her as she bowled. Just to get a better glimpse of her glutinous maximus that really wasn't very large, but very svelte, indeed.
Ron
PS. She's an African/European/Native American melting pot of ancestry.