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~ Monica Leuneske_Y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~

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~ Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~

[‘Power is the great aphrodisiac’ ~ Henry Kissinger*]
Ms. Nivedita
18 May,2013


Monica intern of Prez
Have appealing
Curves bonnie vital stat
Lithe glib gait,
World’s powerful Prez
Internally itching
Priming defusing psyche
To grab seize clutch
The fleshy cuisine
Propelled by
‘Power aphrodisiac’. [1]

Above the
Diaphragm line
Below the navel line
Of missy Monica are the
Epicenter of
Paparazzo Prez’s esurient
Lenses’ zoom-ins. [2]

Glossy slippery
Page Three [read ID]
Burps out slimy
Cuisine for
For voyeurism
Very crispy
Piping hottie. [3]

Prez zooms out
Dilated pupils itching
Inching for free light entry
For photic lick lap
Savor hog boot
In nympholepsy. [4]

In opalescent Ov_al Office
Idiot ID dictates Prez:
Coarsely have it
Now; And
With raw brutality. [5]

Snooping prying
Programmed sniffer dogs
Drooling to smear
Feminine ‘that’ odor
Afghan hounds with
Florid libidinal tastebuds
For coarse flesh combing
Snaffle harpooning,
Fusillade cartilage cartridges
Famished way
Deep into
Recess of missy’s
What not only you
But primitive algae
Will rib if asked? [6]

Wait why
For benign to bloom
Malign to doom
Isn’t it clichéd much? [7]

Filles, Monica prescribe
Hey all stand up
Discover distaff
Esteem packed psyche
Outbrave squelch
Slam whop bop for
Therapeutic purging of
Timeless barbarism
Female cannibalism? [8]

Not for our survival
But their survival
For social sanitization
They’re coward craven
When face trounces
Crumble rachitic spine
For sure we know it. [9]

Make it not Modus Vivendi [10]

P.S. Finally Hilar_y condoned Prez Bilton showing womanly beneficence! Sheer Anaphrodisiac - Power! !

Glossary: With humility glossary given for what I tried to express.

[1] ID: In Freudian theory, the division of the psyche that is totally unconscious and serves as the source of instinctual impulses and demands for immediate satisfaction of primitive needs.
[2] Esurient: Extremely hungry.
[3] Slimy: Morally reprehensible.
[4] Nympholepsy: A frenzied state of [usually erotic] emotion, especially concerning something or someone unattainable.
[5] Rib: Subject to laughter or ridicule.
[6] Snooping: Watch, observe, or inquire secretly.
[7] Distaff: The sphere of work by women
[8] Snaffle: Get hold of or seize quickly and easily
[9] Gynaecomania: abnormal sexual obsession with women.
[10] Aidomania: An abnormally strong craving for sexual-intercourse, [Etymology:
From aidoion, vulva/female sex-organs].
[11] Modus Vivendi: A temporary accommodation of a disagreement between parties pending a permanent settlement.
[12] Anaphrodisiac: Antithesis of aphrodisiac.

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*(b.1923) , German-born U.S. Republican politician, secretary of state. quoted in New York Times (Jan.19,1971) .

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Saturday, May 18, 2013
This is not story of poem
As they say in
Editors’ guideline
[Read misguide line]
Poetries banned
They say deactivated
Good word jugglery
Of Male dominance ~ [A]

‘I Want To Be Raped’
‘Mom By Default Rape’
Needed typographical changes
These bore stigma of
Editorial cannibalism. ~ [B]

Rape needs to be readdress
In myriad formats. [C]

Poets are very much concerned about it. [D]

Why not request WHO &c to declare
Like AIDS &c
‘Sexual Violence Against Women Day’,
It also needs
Public massive awareness
To curb the menace,
Scourge and ravage [E]

WHY? ~ Vide supra
Ralph The Elf 22 December 2013
WOW! ! ! im shaken by this, too much power
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Friday, Happy Oyamenda 11 October 2013
Nivedita, I've been following the Lewisky scandal for years, I never thought it could pass for a poem until now. Really the poem is very rich with literary elements that make up a beautiful poem-metaphor, personification, etc. Really homourous and soul.
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Queeny Gona 25 September 2013
Such a poignant write! Each line is as powerful as a tight punch..... I am happy for the foot notes provided below. I wish you read and leave yr valuable comments on my poems that fall on similar lines ^ I am She^, Feminine. Thanks in advance!
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Meera Panigrahi 18 September 2013
Such a powerful and very rightly expressed comment on the Male disorientation which arises out of the power that they possess. it is true that power is an aphrodisiac. The poem moved me to great anguish and concern for women's security.
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Amitabha Bagchi 06 September 2013
======================================== ** ORIGINAL MESSAGE ******************** ======================================== From: Victor Adex To: Nivedita [poet Under Threat Of Editorial Cann Date-Time: 9/5/2013 5: 39: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Re: ~ Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~ niv ~ UK ~ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'twas a great write, I could almost comprehend it all, but some of it still eludes me I would be glad if u graciously read ny poem ~ EQUAL FOR GREATNESS I do happen to be feminist, and I have philosophies that infer equity. ~~~ Posted thru kindness of AB London n
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Rich Foss 05 September 2013
Ms. Nivedita, Thanks for pointing me to your poem. Powerful and painful
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Shraddha The Poetess 02 September 2013
a good read.......very very nicely expressed.... although i agree with u...now a days crime against women like sexual assault is increasing day by day............... as thinking of some cheap people is taking women as material not as a human................so this needs a change in our society........and i appriciate u for choosing this topic...............well done...............
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Stephen Loomes 26 August 2013
Hunger can lead to cannabalism but in its milder form, is the drive which sustains us; sexual desire for women in men can lead to the extremes about which you write, but in its milder form can bond a man and a woman for life and create a stable family and future generartions; it is a spectrum the way hunger manifests itself, and in that spectrum there will always be beauty and ugliness. The aperture through which you look models your perception.Remember this next time you partake.
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Claudia Krizay 23 August 2013
My Dream 2 If I could see beyond the clouds and if I were alone to see the world the way I had always dreamed it would appear-tree trunks would be colored crimson red and Emerald green, perhaps intertwined with shades of cobalt blue-as would be the sky- I see myself alone at daybreak with the sun Shining brilliantly reflecting light from the horizon To the creek below- I could hear voices singing Hauntingly tuneful arias to which I would joyfully sing along- This would be the solitude I had always yearned for and Left behind would be the rage and suspicion I had been living with for so many years before- To be part of nature and to hear melodious bird songs While a gentle breeze would rustle the leaves upon the trees- In my fondest dreams I would be the queen of this world, and Alone except for the voices inside of my mind- Those voices which my thoughts control and have always controlled- The laughter that we share and here in this place where I would rule and have the say in whatever is or shall be happening- There would be not threats, injuries, or betrayal here- However in reality- who knows what exists beyond these clouds and Nobody can be certain when promises shall be broken or when Evil shall cross the pathway we walk every single day? If I were alone in this fabricated world I have created inside of my mind I would not have a care, I would sing songs to celebrate freedom and I would run down paths of righteousness never fearing People crossing the path before me or intruders following close behind me- I could use all of my strength right now to wish away the wicked people Who have cruelly taken over this world and robbed me of my peace of mind- Alas, all I can do is to keep my eyes closed to veracity and Paint pictures with the thoughts that are so active inside of my mind because In actuality I am amongst that population –however, as well as, the one forsaken- Tonight all that I can do is to sing peaceful lullabies and remind myself that In my dreams this place meant for me alone exists beyond those clouds- As my fantasies rock me to sleep, thunder claps, and even though Rain begins to fall and I hear cars speeding down the boulevard outside- My eyes are tightly shut as would be the door to the world out there- and I believe that momentarily- my thoughts shall become in control once more- I shall be traveling beyond those clouds from which rain would never fall. There shall be a colorful rainbow on the horizon illuminating the sky In a very special way welcoming me back to the place that I call my home. Claudia Krizay
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Claudia Krizay 23 August 2013
can't relate- don't understand what you are trying to express- interesting flow, however.
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