|Best Poems About / On SEX
Sex is an excellent syllable, which
detonates meaning and is fillable
with much connotation. Of course
it conjures a deed done and conjugal
entanglements of bodies, when love
or lust gets down to earthy business,
when desire fires itself up and down
and on (and out of) the town. Sex
is also an implied question on a form
that may be answered M or F,
even if youre in a mood to
answer Yes or No or Maybe So,
or 'I'll get back to you later' or
'What about it? 'Sex is not solely
one thing or two but more
than a few and human, too.
Sex at times is a semiotic nexus
(how sexual that sounds!) suggesting
bawdy, haughty, naughty, hottie
bodies, which touch and much more
in sexs neck of the woulds and coulds,
the musts and lusts. Sometimes sex is
subtly intimated simply by the two-letter
syllable, it, as in getting it on, doing it,
making it, and even, alas, faking it. Oh
yes, theres that other effing eff-word,
the one that rhymes with truck
and gets so often stuck in awkward syntactical
positions. Sex is life in frenzied love
with itself, all lips and hips, rounds
and flats, sultry strategies and tender
tactics, loads of lust and convoys
of cupidity, sensual consensual
congress. Sex can cause stupidity
would you agree? and vice versa.
Sex is a state of union, an exhilarating
expiration, a getting up, a getting with
it, a going down, a fear and fondness
of flying, a finding out and a knowing
about. It has been known to be
a bit of a chore, an occasional bore.
Its mysterious and base, crude and holy,
much cause for consternation,
controversy, rules, and fools. Sex
is something else again. And again.
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A Dog Named Sex
My pooch is not named Rover, Fluffy, Spot or Rex.
I wanted something different, so I named my puppy, Sex.
To renew my doggies license. I went down to City Hall.
Id like a license for Sex, I said. He said, Wouldnt we all?
You must not have understood, I need it for my mutt.
I really dont care how she looks, if shes ugly, fine or what.
But Sir, I must tell you, Ive had Sex since I was four!
You are no more than a braggart, and he showed me out the door.
Newly married, we brought our pet along for the honeymoon.
I told the clerk, A place for us and for Sex, a special room.
Every room has a place for sex. Every room has a bed.
But Sex keeps me up at night. It keeps me up, too, he said.
At our divorce the court gave all my possessions to the wife
I protested, Please Your Honor, I had Sex before my married life!
The judge then said that he did, too. Its not a real big crime.
But Sir, before we tied the knot, I had Sex all the time
The judge said that I could still have sex, so I took my hound and ran.
My wife then said that shed miss Sex, so I stayed a married man.
Last night Sex ran off again as we walked around the block.
A cop pulled up and asked me if I knew it was three oclock.
I told him that I was looking for Sex and he took me straight to jail.
Now Im waiting for my trial to come and cant get out on bail.
..if I ever get another dog,
I think Ill name him
..Whoopie or Boom-Boom
Anything but Sex!
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Ambas at the start
Were not complex;
They tore themselves apart
And started Sex.
And Sex has ruled the earth
From then till this,
Producing woe and mirth
And pain and bliss.
Through Sex the seedling wakes
To cleave the ground;
'Tis really Sex that makes
The world go 'round.
It sublimates the mind
With noble themes,
Or sends it unrefined,
'Tis Sex that rules the lives
Of clods and kings;
It gives us books and wives
And other things-
Ambition, love, and strife
And all the ills
And ecstasies of life-
And Freuds and Brills.
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Sex between any two is banned,
But marriage gives sex the grant,
Not just a grant, it acts to sanctify,
Which otherwise society shall defy,
Love makes sex a love-making,
Supreme expression of love, but nothing,
Sex is a body-act, love is that of minds,
Love is life, though marriage may be a grind,
What happens to a marriage without love,
Goes on for the children in the hub,
If one such meets love in an accident out,
Marriage comes to a halt without a doubt,
In such a marriage how long sex shall continue,
As long as one is others detainee,
Sannyasin you may feel, I know its prostitution,
Though may give-in to you, knows the love-institution,
When family is splintered, what use of the marriage,
There is more in life than money and falls prestige,
Learn to be bold and use a marriage meter to gauge,
Free yourselves than being in each others cage.
Read more poems from Amit Biswas >>>