Copulation With Creation (Surrealist Poem) Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Copulation With Creation (Surrealist Poem)

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Fountain pens rosy-gold, burgundy, golden-silver,
filled with poetic ink: eager to ejaculate on to the page
in a synchronised orgasm of emotions and opulence…
The Oxford Thesaurus with its aromatic cocktail of words,
is sensually and seductively flirting with imagination,
waiting to be amalgamated with meaning and creation:
to be shaken with Margarita cocktails, and the erotic cockerel
with its ‘cock-a-doodle-doo' filled with morning testosterone,
rising agitated like the sea, for the sea-weed flavoured femininity:
for the melodious copulation of poetical dreams and creativity.
Sleek red candles in candlesticks erected for the penetration
of Darkness: prepared for the Alchemy of Light, with
its infantile cry for life—fertile emotions in fertility.
Composing before time elapses, before life's expiration,
the spirit is created, and perpetuates the human energy,
ramifying with the speed of light, like the nervous system
firing concepts of fancy, and philosophical conception.
The virile, spermatic spume of imagination and fantasy:
the ebb and flow at the pelagic margins of perception;
the spermatic penetration of the Universe's ovule,
inserting the seed-concept, recreating the initial creation;
the Big Bang of multitudes of possibilities of expansion:
metamorphosis and anoesis in new eons of existence:
a new egg is flourishing with life—the embryonic poem is floating, free
in the amniotic fluid of poetry, waiting to be born
in the refinement of existence and transcendence…
The blood of stars luminescent in creation, the fire of sun
burning the impossibility with its ascendance in creativity:
the Sun and Earth are becoming two spheres
moistening each other's lips in a fusion of exchanging of seeds,
in an eternal universal unification for Creation.

Monday, November 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: surrealism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 05 December 2018

Read again and i quote A new egg flourishing with life—the embryonic poem is floating free in the amniotic fluid of poetry, waiting to be born in the refinement of existence and transcendence... the blood of stars luminescent in creation; the fire of sun burning the impossibility with its ascendance in creativity:

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M Asim Nehal 28 November 2018

Oh my God! What a poem, Mind Blowing, this has to be one of the best surrealist to date (out of many that I have read so far) Beyond rating, straight to my favourite list.

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Thomas Kane 26 November 2018

Very nice, I have been wanting to do a poem similar to the theme here, but yours went so deep. A beautiful poem...10

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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 November 2018

Gold-rosy and silver fountain opens amazingly. About the Big Bang of multitudes of possibilities of expansion we hear. An amazing poem is very wisely penned....10

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