Prowess of the Fall

[Kimmy Van Kooten]

This particular artwork, which is signed #10/50 was done by an artist named, "Cally". This was a gift to me from a sheikh in Lebanon back in the early 70's. His name was Kahliel, and he wanted my father to arrange a marriage with me when I was only 12. When my father, thankfully , rejected his offers of an unspoken magnificient trade, he then asked him to give me this piece of artwork instead.
I have kept it under protected glass, while off and on, wondered if there might be some exuberant worth to it! ??
I am so glad he didn't trade me off! :)
. . . especially, considering my young age and its provocative relevance!



The Prowess of the Fall



Cerebrate o’er, under hookah screens,
wherein sieving wastes this prowess seems
Taints in place of pestilential love,
intricate of the brutal lust hereof!

Gnash of clams, teeth that grind
Projecting tongues dribble of the spotted kind
Membered hands, reaching wrists,
savoring in the swills; ay's, in a liquid abyss!

O man on high, forged remembers,
with a man-o-war leg and a keyhole center,
cast one eye, as the other swirls
Luxuria’s trance has upon his world!

Wanton, she peers, her heart’s chesty self
thine eye sees one, as she reflects his wealth
Ye can only seethe, in inhered scare,
to gawk upon them with their seed filled hair!

Pap’s that spew, from a Serrasalmus stew,
amid the swollen seas of a right breast chew
Yea, Eve, who melds from a serpent’s wrath
adorning heads, flower, long ejaculating shafts

Lo, a flightless bird flaunts its flatulence,
spaced on taloned foot, grasps in accidence!
A dashing young man, the little grape whether’s,
where the dollar sign eye reveals his colon feathers!

Still in posing with her portioned fruit,
as a singled mesh conceals her labial, mute
Having, with the strings of these gasbag maws,
exposing, she toys, with his burning balls!

O hearts, O diamonds, O spades with clubs!
Wreaths of the olive branch, profusion’s snub
In all hands high, amounting nil,
Yea, Ye Adam’s apple's bit, as the blood doth spill. . .


Copyright 2007/08
Kimmy Van Kooten

[Dixie Dawn Michelle]

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I must start this with an ovation to the glorious Quill of the author of “The Prowess of the Fall”.

This is for this, and for all generations to come within the realms of the literary major art –a Gift to celebrate the majestic of woman’s intellectual supremacy– and a poetic bouquet in a holy Vase of knowledge.

Every word counts, each line completes its mission; every stanza pays its poetic fees, and the closing stanza leaves a jewelry box to enrich the learning minds.

Much gratitude to the author of “The Prowess of the Fall” for sharing this magnificent literary treasure.

In appreciation,

Dixie Dawn Michelle

[Author-Poet Aberjhani]

A totally compelling story that magnifies the intensity of the art and poetry that follows. Makes it difficult to say which is the more extraordinary!

Aberjhani

[Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour)]

You have an utterly unique style, very interesting. I don't think I could emulate it if I tried LOL. Kinda a unique perspective of narrative, not 1st not 3rd, somewhere between lol. This is all different types of faires right? hookah and such?

[Scott Ransopher]

That was good Kimmy! ~Scott