Poetry Corner
By Rex Antioch

A Couple of Couplets on Coupling

Jenny kissed me when we met.
I came, and left her nickers wet.
	(With apologies to Leigh Hunt)

Who is Sylvia?  What is she?
She’s my Sis, and fucks with me.
	(With apologies to William Shakespeare)

Limerick

There was a young mother from Boise,
Who threw away all her sex toys.
She said, “They were fun,
“But now I’ve a son,
“And we all know that boys will be boys!”

Koan

I loved my darling daughter
Soft and often.
White seed gone to waste
In Joy.

Quickies

Incest is fucking familiar.

12 Down.  The nicest form of sex.  (Anag.)(6)

“Incest est testis et sin etc.”  (Antioch family moto)

Brothers in arms = Sisters under the skin?

Brother’s sperm to twin sister’s egg.  “Haven’t we met before somewhere?”

In’cest, n.  Sexual commerce of near kindred. [ME, f.  L incestus - ûs or IN2(cestum neut.  adj. = castum (chaste)]
 eg. “Sis, I’ll help you with your homework if you’ll let me fuck you afterwards.”

Fucking Quatrain

Father, brother, on the bed.
Uncles, one two three.
Cousins in the potting shed.
Kith make love with me.

Fingers, tongues and pricks dip deep
Uterus, sperm fills.
Cunt a’tingle, fierce and sweet.
Kin with me share thrills.

Freud for all his neurosis,
Understands fuck all
Couldn’t sleep with his own sis.
Keeps the plebs in thrall.

Family, all spite above.
United it fucks!
Cum together, sex and love.				
Krap, that incest sucks!

Sonnets

  Mother to son

I love thee, heart and mind and soul 
And loved thee e’er our flesh did part,
When you and I were but one whole.
One blood, one breath, one beating heart.
I loved thee through the agony
You gave me as you sought the world.
And greedy as you sucked from me
Uncaring at whose breast you curled.
I love thee now thy life’s thy own,
I’m thine to spurn or distant hold
Or as you have my loving known,
To make once more our flesh enfold.
My cunt you into life did free,
And ever open is to thee.

 Father to daughter

Girl, you other.  Feminine,
All glorious in your mystery.
I sparked your life, my life put in,
My toil, that you could now fly free.
Girl, unknown. No longer mine
For all that I have helped you grow,
You first steps, words, your smile divine.
I ope’d the books that you might know.
Girl, apart.  Now foreigner
As daughter is to woman grown,		
When strong that other is in her
That I no part could shape or own.
The chasm that is sex us parts.
Will you let sex rejoin our hearts?	

The Family Prayer

My father,
Who art upon me.
You gave me my name.
Thy orgasm come,
Let Bill do Mum
As you do me and Jenny.
Give me this day my daily love,
And guard me from mindless dogma,
And those who would thrust it upon me.
Do not deny temptation,
As refusing love is evil. 
For thine is my body	
In sexual glory
For ever and ever,
Amen.					

Epic

Osiris loved his ‘bike.  The speed,
The flashing chrome, the noise
Declared ‘HE WAS’, and was indeed
A very King among the boys.

His schoolgirl sister Isis loved him,
As big brothers should deserve.
Half child, half woman, quick and slim
She gave herself without reserve.

But Seth, the youngest of the three,
Did know a bitter jealousy
When Isis and Osiris he
In close and loving sex did see. 

Sweet Isis knew a sister’s duty
Should not brothers set apart.
Gave to Seth her body’s beauty
But, alas, none of her heart.

This knowledge seemed to Seth like gall,
And envy of his brother grew.
His sister gave his brother all
While he but of her body knew.

The wood was wide and thickly treed
The path was narrow, serpentine.
Osiris on his ‘bike did speed,
His blood afire, his judgements fine.

The cord between two boughs pulled taut
Which Seth in anger‘s hate had strung
His brother ‘neath the chin fast caught
And there Osiris briefly hung.

Broken neck.  No time for grieving,
Brief, his final breath outflows.
Muscles grasping life’s quick leaving,
Prick erect in life’s last throes.

Isis from nearby quick races
Stoops to where Osiris laid.
His loved body soft embraces,
Feels the life within him fade.

Just his prick her weeping rouses,
It alone seems life to hold.
Isis frees it from his trousers,
Out it rears still stiff and bold

From her jeans she quickly wriggles
Life from death she hopes to win.
On her brother’s prick she jiggles
Finds her cunt and slides it in.

Instinct old as Life responded,
Penis in vagina’s clasp.
Flesh to flesh with passion bonded
Calls through even life’s last gasp.

From the edge of death’s dark chasm
Sperm burst from its looming tomb.
Osiris with a dying spasm
Life gives to his sister’s womb.

Nine-months later born to Isis,
Horus, whole and hale, a boy.
Son of Isis and Osiris,
Sun to Isis, and her joy.

(If you’ve a poem of your own you’d like to contribute to my Poetry Corner send it to me c/-  v10la@operamail.com and if I like it I’ll add it to Poetry Corner with any attribution you care to supply.  R.A.)