The following is a collection of poetry celebrating womanhood by the great and reclusive poet Tamp Bombadil. I met Tamp, a lumbering and inappropriate clown, during a very bright time in my life but in a very dark place. She hopes that her poetry will help others to either enjoy being a woman or to appreciate others who are engrossed in the work of being women. Tamp is an inspiration to me. I hope you will thank me for bringing her poetry to this forum.
THE WOMAN POEMS OF TAMP BOMBADIL by Tamp Bombadil copyright 2011
Huddled Snatches by Tamp Bombadil
The fragrant vulva
of tomorrow
lies crumpled in a heap
on the doorstep of dejection.
I alone
witness her
immigrant hope.
Take my hand!
Scents of iron, sweat, douche
penetrate the culture
of our shared
disillusionment.
We walk.
Syncranized steps
one by one
staggering fro
I must support
her weight -
this 180 pound vulva
hopelessly,
bonelessly
plopping down the street.
She tosses foreign idioms
like hay pennies
to the horrified orphans
of the scientific revolution.
I translate her
urgent beseachment
to pacify the anxious beggars:
Sometimes some air
gets trapped in the vagina
and escapes later
reverberating through the labia
boisterously.
Be not afraid!
Though it seems like I poot,
the air which escapes me
is fragrant.
The smell of feminized air
fills our hearts and noses.
We embrace a breezy baptism
of fishy self-determination.
The Odor of Salvation by Tamp Bombadil
I am a strong woman.
My ass smells like a pig truck.
My house is weird shaped
and it smells like a pig truck.
I see lots of money
and fat white asses in my future
and they smell like a pig truck.
I am a strong woman
with many delicate, fragrant friends
each a flower with large nipples -
nipples that smell like a pig truck.
Jesus died for our sins
although this cannot be verified
And he smells...like hope.
Breastfast by Tamp Bombadil
I am a woman
Breasts of largeness
Breasts of pancake batter
thin, heavy dollops
dripping forth
Proud of my Body by Tamp Bombadil
I am proud of my body
leaking fluids
like some sugary package.
Investigate, won't you?
What is this drip?
Who is this package?
It is I
the Candy Penis
vomiting forth.
Conception by Tamp Bombadil
Cocaine
on the table
Tongues
in one anothers' mouth
Our relationship
in a good place
to conceive the Dark Priestess
My womb awaits
your genetic contribution
Energetically
we stuff
your limp penis
past hamburger folds
of labia
into my dry, bumpy
abyss
THE WOMAN POEMS OF TAMP BOMBADIL by Tamp Bombadil copyright 2011
Huddled Snatches by Tamp Bombadil
The fragrant vulva
of tomorrow
lies crumpled in a heap
on the doorstep of dejection.
I alone
witness her
immigrant hope.
Take my hand!
Scents of iron, sweat, douche
penetrate the culture
of our shared
disillusionment.
We walk.
Syncranized steps
one by one
staggering fro
I must support
her weight -
this 180 pound vulva
hopelessly,
bonelessly
plopping down the street.
She tosses foreign idioms
like hay pennies
to the horrified orphans
of the scientific revolution.
I translate her
urgent beseachment
to pacify the anxious beggars:
Sometimes some air
gets trapped in the vagina
and escapes later
reverberating through the labia
boisterously.
Be not afraid!
Though it seems like I poot,
the air which escapes me
is fragrant.
The smell of feminized air
fills our hearts and noses.
We embrace a breezy baptism
of fishy self-determination.
The Odor of Salvation by Tamp Bombadil
I am a strong woman.
My ass smells like a pig truck.
My house is weird shaped
and it smells like a pig truck.
I see lots of money
and fat white asses in my future
and they smell like a pig truck.
I am a strong woman
with many delicate, fragrant friends
each a flower with large nipples -
nipples that smell like a pig truck.
Jesus died for our sins
although this cannot be verified
And he smells...like hope.
Breastfast by Tamp Bombadil
I am a woman
Breasts of largeness
Breasts of pancake batter
thin, heavy dollops
dripping forth
Proud of my Body by Tamp Bombadil
I am proud of my body
leaking fluids
like some sugary package.
Investigate, won't you?
What is this drip?
Who is this package?
It is I
the Candy Penis
vomiting forth.
Conception by Tamp Bombadil
Cocaine
on the table
Tongues
in one anothers' mouth
Our relationship
in a good place
to conceive the Dark Priestess
My womb awaits
your genetic contribution
Energetically
we stuff
your limp penis
past hamburger folds
of labia
into my dry, bumpy
abyss
Tamp, I completely agree with every word you say. You are a brave, odorous woman. Thank you again for allowing me to post your moist-y truth here. You are large, large, zesty woman.
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