Within the English Province of Cheshire,
Sacred Lotus flourishes along the mire.
Beneath the Cattails, up Lotus’ holed lace
a little boy once tilted his curious face….
Sometimes the Sacred Loti makes scared boys
unable to count to ten, wind-blown, maladroit.
For Bastion though, close only counted in horseshoes
(and hand grenades, which made him afraid), whose
fear of holes and need for control, was never dulled
no matter how many blanks he filled… not until grown.
Sometimes Noblemen are bequeathed ignoble fortunes,
if the Bastard’s slung arrows of outrageous abhorrence…
Such was the illicit got lot, of the Noble Bastard Bastion of Cheshire
in scorning horned redhead Romani’s fiery desires, who after awhile
with amourette brunettes, dark-haired donnas who Amaretto-binged
(after they spilt their guts, just for him to jilt their milk when he split),
hell-raised a harem’s unquenchable revenge against him ’til the poor
Cheshire sour-puss’s head curiously dropped down dead… premature.
Pissed off bombshells led by a hush-hush Slavic blonde mistress
fueled by rage and Vodka to the cooch-tease with the coin fetish,
with a candlestick, snatched his Lota lamp bank; Rubbing limp dick
to the nymphets who wished to get laid, Bastion could only get lit
putting coins in puss-purses, infuriating the reverse gang-rapists
smashing the flaccid shell of the nervous turtle lacking firmness!
Left shortly with a healing chode, he slowly hit the road, not heeling
those daughters of Achilles, who couldn’t snatch the snapper weenie.
No longer playing pipe, Full Monty python no longer dancing pantless,
in quicksand sinking, bit the harem heels crushing his head, heedless.
Sometimes escaping out the frying pan, just means landing in fire.
Sprung free, he quickly jumped down a well he wished to fill higher!
Within and throughout the English Province of Cheshire,
Sacred Lotus flourishes along the mired, long admired
Sixpence desires, which more than once made a dent
with heads and tails in the Tomcat’s smile, at last rent.
Sometimes the wide abyss of heaven’s holey gate opens,
to rain misfortune thick upon Bastards with slot tokens!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & RY HAKARI
© All rights reserved 2015
There was something similar to gorilla warfare feelings for me, and I also feel like I should shower. Great job you horny sophists!
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Lol Thanks Michael! Yes that rapist Harem was going apeshit crazy!
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Hee hee hee… Should I rub your back? 😉
Thank you, Michael!
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Thanks for the offer. It’s funny, my back has been funky. Right shoulder. It’s from sitting totally engrossed, ignoring proper posture and all that. We might have to do some yoga as well to get the kinks out.
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I’m always ready to do some yoga ❤
Ommmmm…. Ommmmmm…
Let me help you with Shavasana. I took some lessons of correcting asanas recently.
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How did you know I needed help with that? I can’t meditate very well, but I have been mindful of breathing. 5 seconds in nose, 5 seconds out mouth! I get close to relaxing, but I’m sure nowhere near what you’re capable of.
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A lotus essence. We use it for meditations!
(OMG! Did I write ‘a lotus essence’ below the ‘Hocus-Pocus Lotus Locos’ poem? How ambiguously it sounded!) 😛
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And totally unplanned too. That’s something, you and I both sometimes stumble into significant meanings…retrospective gold mines. I might try that essence trick out someday 🙂
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Yes, yes! Ears and wrists!
(OK, I touch my nose bridge sometimes)
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About the shoulder – I’m sitting sideways in my recliner, and my shoulder hurts too. I wish that harem would come back and give us all a massage! That would probably not have a “happy ending” though, as they say in the business! lol
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LOL! Dreams, dreams…
No cleaning – no massage!
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It was so much fucking fun! You highlighting our idea with “Sometimes escaping out the frying pan, just means landing in fire.” brought to mind a poem I wrote on June 23, 2013, titled “1, 2, 3 (tried to make me), 4, 5, 6 (cross the river Styx)” that I think will shock you, considering the overarching idea for our collaboration, Bastion being chased by the harem, and jumping down the well, was your idea first! I had forgotten I’d written it, I hope it brings a smile to your face! How strange and great of poet friends we make! 😛
“1, 2, 3 (tried to make me),
4, 5, 6 (cross the river Styx)”
by Ry Hakari
My isolation’s complex, like in a hardening concrete case.
All these indirect invertebrates ever have to offer is base,
expecting a long-distance, long-suffering smiling face–
like I cannot feel my existence abased, slowly erased,
or my time stolen and raped by the wild goose chase!
Oh I know the sophistry of all the secret somebodies
who have seemed to have a stymied soft spot for me,
though this seven year war was supposed to sound
like the swirling symphonies of sirens serenading me…
Who the hell in heaven
on earth in my world
of hurt in my head
have you been thinking you are
if you have been thinking at all?
Hidden reefs at pretend love feasts,
with fictional intentions to eventually send
imaginary invitations to speakeasies that don’t exist?
(just hot air from fires under frying pans)
Manipulating mental programming, machining a man hertz.
Chagrined again by disconcerting cognitive dissonance from “hers.”
“She grinned again”, I imagined ever time I burned inside circuits…
“She”, that her, that incarnate spirit in every one of them since the first,
conniving with knives thrown from darting eyes seeking me like a curse!
Symbolism, stringing me along with sugary syllogism
and an infinite spaghetti strand spun from a spool,
similar to lady and the tramp, ‘sept I am the trampled on
and miladies like shady maladies set off my allergies…
Who the hell in heaven
on earth in my world
of hurt in my head
have you been thinking you are
if you have been thinking at all?
Wandering stars with twinkling eyes,
with no real plan for an end to the surreal pain
of the game making me go insane?
(fanning the flames here with waving hands)
It’s almost like I’m psychic Unbolt, especially the first stanza! It’s like we were meant to collaborate on your idea! 😛 It was even partially inspired by the song “Eyes On Fire” by Blue Foundation, which plays on the idea of leaving someone sexually unsatisfied with the lyrics : “I won’t soothe your pain / I won’t ease your strain / You’ll be waiting in vain / I got nothing for you to gain”.
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Ry, I’m shocked! Truly!
How is it possible? 😯
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I know, crazy! 🙂
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Oh MY! What have you two gone and done? 😉
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LOL Thanks Tony! Glad you liked it, we made such a beautifully steamy hot and sexy bathroom humor masterpiece on our blog walls, didn’t she and I? 😛
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There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
(Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Can’t leave you two alone for more than a few minutes, LOL! This is wonderful, creative and very clever. I am looking forward to future collaborations between the two of you, especially if it’s more of the same, “cooch-tease with the coin fetish”!
Alice ♥
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LOL!
The Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter become naughty and dirty without fair Alice’s care 😛
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LOL! ❤
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lol Thanks Alice and Hatter! 😛
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