Love Every Drop
Entry by: Bocian
6th December 2018
You must have heard of Nymphs and Satyrs,
Romping around in the nude in Greece,
The goaty boys bent on sexual matters,
The girly ones determined on peace?
Lots of artists depicted us, a good reason
To paint ladies naked in a summer season,
Bathing to show off their manifold charms,
Running away from the hairy lads arms.
All that mythology offered a chance
To show those females in graceful dance.
Ogle each lovely cushiony breast,
But don't neglect to relish the rest:
What can you see as they go and come?
Lots and lots of beautiful bum.
And don't forget our salty sibs,
The Nereids with well-covered ribs,
Who balance and bounce,
Frolic and flounce,
In the froth and foam
Of the ocean, their watery home.
And what about the ones who are dry,
The Dryads, living in the trees who try
To foster the forests, preserve their health?
For they, like us, are Nature's wealth.
We look so carefree, in arc and antic,
But inwardly we are fearful, frantic,
Not just in Greece but through the Atlantic,
And all the oceans and rivers,
For we are the joyous health-givers,
Those whose precise, perpetual prancing,
Whose ceaseless cavortings, doughty dancing,
Infuses all animals, birds and plants,
So each butterfly and bee may advance
In vigour, harmony and zest,
Preserving Life in perpetuity, lest
You humans permanently poison
The Planet, finalise the foison,
And madly murder what we feed
With our divinely ordered need
To perform our endless ritual ball,
Gathering in the Harvest of us all.
For every fibre of our fabulous flesh
Is full of the creative forces, which mesh
Within our gallops and gambles,
Our choreography and ambles,
And you, the wreckers of the World, all must
Before you destroy it and reduce to dust
The bounty, beauty, sacred trust
We all our bound within. Our lust
Is the life-force, so when we mate
We add vitality, reinstate
The glory and the pleasure,
The sweetness that is the Universal Treasure.
Your artists have understood that desire
Is the essence, the embers of the Fire
Which blow and glow within the heart
And activate each limb and body-part.
So, come with me, your brother Faun,
Join the ballet on every lawn,
Swim with Mermaids in swirls and twirls,
Become simply in your spirits boys and girls.
Sufficient to move your little finger,
So long as your lascivious love can linger
Somewhere within your heart and soul,
For we can cure you, make you whole.
But you must seek, as we do, to embrace
Each insect, leaf and lizard,
Romping around in the nude in Greece,
The goaty boys bent on sexual matters,
The girly ones determined on peace?
Lots of artists depicted us, a good reason
To paint ladies naked in a summer season,
Bathing to show off their manifold charms,
Running away from the hairy lads arms.
All that mythology offered a chance
To show those females in graceful dance.
Ogle each lovely cushiony breast,
But don't neglect to relish the rest:
What can you see as they go and come?
Lots and lots of beautiful bum.
And don't forget our salty sibs,
The Nereids with well-covered ribs,
Who balance and bounce,
Frolic and flounce,
In the froth and foam
Of the ocean, their watery home.
And what about the ones who are dry,
The Dryads, living in the trees who try
To foster the forests, preserve their health?
For they, like us, are Nature's wealth.
We look so carefree, in arc and antic,
But inwardly we are fearful, frantic,
Not just in Greece but through the Atlantic,
And all the oceans and rivers,
For we are the joyous health-givers,
Those whose precise, perpetual prancing,
Whose ceaseless cavortings, doughty dancing,
Infuses all animals, birds and plants,
So each butterfly and bee may advance
In vigour, harmony and zest,
Preserving Life in perpetuity, lest
You humans permanently poison
The Planet, finalise the foison,
And madly murder what we feed
With our divinely ordered need
To perform our endless ritual ball,
Gathering in the Harvest of us all.
For every fibre of our fabulous flesh
Is full of the creative forces, which mesh
Within our gallops and gambles,
Our choreography and ambles,
And you, the wreckers of the World, all must
Before you destroy it and reduce to dust
The bounty, beauty, sacred trust
We all our bound within. Our lust
Is the life-force, so when we mate
We add vitality, reinstate
The glory and the pleasure,
The sweetness that is the Universal Treasure.
Your artists have understood that desire
Is the essence, the embers of the Fire
Which blow and glow within the heart
And activate each limb and body-part.
So, come with me, your brother Faun,
Join the ballet on every lawn,
Swim with Mermaids in swirls and twirls,
Become simply in your spirits boys and girls.
Sufficient to move your little finger,
So long as your lascivious love can linger
Somewhere within your heart and soul,
For we can cure you, make you whole.
But you must seek, as we do, to embrace
Each insect, leaf and lizard,