“Devil’s Ring” call the Clitoris
And some cloistered nuns
What do they see in the vertical smile
Of the feminine loving body
The virtue that claps and kisses
The evil inclinations of the male
Or the devil
That are better than bread
Or the Couplets of the Mystique
What does she tell us like her:
-Well, let’s go to bed.
Let’s make sacrifice
That a good night anyone spends it.
The grace of seeing and touching a Clitoris
It appeared to me
Put the head
Under the pillow
Looking from the navel to Sex
And in the mesh of stockings
A stuffed with mystical crosses
Of a female who says that she goes
For mayor or president
Of a Community or Nation.
Like me, back in the day
I gave myself to Religion and Philosophy
I stripped this half body
Putting away all the crosses
Pulling them hard
Against the floor
Bowing to Pussy
That it was vicious, a thief and a forger
Ringing and pressing your doorbell
That it sounded like a plate or crockery
In a kitchen sink.
With the googly eyes of a monkey
I put my head between her thighs
Licking lips and nymphs
Biting her clitoris
Jumping, later, with it in the mouth.
She who saw it, she didn’t care
And, laughing, she blurted out this proverb
Leaning on a sideboard or table
“Laughing, and without Clitoris
I will win the elections.”
In this passageway
In this passageway
What I call “Passage of Love”
She cut a branch
I cut a flower
Making us two in one
Like the mule that goes to plow
With the donkey.
Playing the castanets
She waits for me at midnight
I played her tambourine
With the pestle handle
That resonates well
While the shepherd
What’s left in the town
Takes the sheep to the Ejido
Giving joy and life
To the sad and dark hermitage.
While in the barn
Stay more than four hens
Of sorrow crying.
-What a fool you are
I tell her.
-You really are stupid
she tells me
While on the roof
Cat and cat
Are making love.
The queen outlived
I met this great queen and better lady
In a game of colors
Of smiles and love
With a beautiful report about her
From a television in the bar at the Hotel L’Ancresse Bay
Guernsey, Channel Islands
Some time ago.
We, my girl friend from Northern Ireland
And I, a Spanish heartthrob
English both at heart
Suitable for each other
Applaud this report
That was priceless
Well, Queen Elizabeth II
Beautiful like no other
Physically very attractive
Showed an open mind
And a love for her people to the fullest.
So open she was
“A magical queen”
That even the rock music that challenged her:
“Sex Pistols’ God Save The Queen”
The folk music of:
“The Stone Roses’ Elizabeth My Dear”
The distorted punk rock music of:
“Manic Street Preachers’ Repeat (Stars and Stripes)”
The Smiths with Morrisey’s sarcastic lyrics
And the guitars of Johnny Marr
In “The Queen Is Dead”
And “Dreaming Of The Queen”
Pop key song
From singer Neil Tennat of Pet Shop Boys
Made her smile
Without stealing her sweet dreams.
She, the Queen
Slept with grace and gallantry
Like the one these groups showed
Demonstrating her ability to rule
With that beautiful face
Like that of a rose
Of the flowery month of April.
She, with real humor, said about these singers:
-“These Kids are like beetles that route”.
She was “the Jewel in the Crown”.
Her reign was clear, colorful and beautiful.
She was proud of her reign
And her british people
Teaching us her special real meaning
And the power of it.
-Queen Elizabeth II distills “divine nectar”
“One day she became Queen
And she was Queen forever”
My Irish friend told me.
-Like you, I told her
That when I see you I sigh
When I admire your reflection
Because you are a girl
Doing and very pretty
And you’ve got a little house
Where our love nests.
-Don’t look so much at the Queen
That you make me angry, she told me.
-I look at and admire that face so salty
And she makes me want to look at you
And steal your heart.
The Queen outlived!
Thanks to the orgasm squirts
From the television networks and world press
Announcing her last Orgasm
Addict to the people that sings:
“When the Queen pisses
The sovereign people says
That it’s raining.”
One thought on “poems by Daniel de Culla”
These Poems are very innovative with pretty pics with a sense of change and motion in humaning.
Thanks for offering the opportunity to read and see the great de Culla’s Works and his Joys.