"bodyguard" poems
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I’m hot for you Cowgirl – you’re so flammable my glue-gun starts to melt; my screwdriver starts twisting when you loosen that low-slung belt. You make me feel like laying re-bar in a freshly-poured foundation. Shoot me up with that caulk gun baby – I need you like salvation. Ten and one-half fluid ounces – pull off your top, pop a love-cap in me. Fingerin’ your trigger while the job is gettin’ bigger so take me for a ride to the hardware store, honey, cause I’m seeing red and feeling white on your golden background’s sheer delight. Hammer me a heart-full, spike me on a cross of blonde, I’m hanging ten, surfing the tube of your magic wand. I’ve been in love ever since I first waterproofed my seamy undersides with you… stand over me in those red, red boots, you Liquid Nails Girl – and from your pure white Stetson let righteousness unfurl. You won the shoot-out long before you even drew, my dear. Lost hope of the Wild West, Final Frontal Feminine Frontier – there’s only one side of you… your GOOD side. Just one look and your fearless gaze silences the foes, my blooming prairie rose.
YEE – HAW ! Be my angel, be my dream, my valentine rodeo queen, be my bodyguard, my therapist, long & tall & hard & wet – be my Liquid Nails Girl forever and I’ll ride right into your sunset…
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Why are teenage boys so aggressive?
I can take care of myself, thank you.
Do they think violence is impressive?
I can fight my own battles, thank you.
Are they trying to be protective?
I don't need a bodyguard, thank you.
Are they all so very possessive?
I don't belong to anyone, thank you.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
here we sit in the moonlight
Pondering our last fight
Why is pain so hard
My heart needs a bodyguard
Your words hit home
As you ran away to Rome
It was over in seconds
To you my heart beckons
I thought it was all over
‘till she made me play red rover
I was up for repossession
Then I fought them with discretion
Everything started to go
I will never forget you though
She started the healing
Love I begun feeling
Is it wrong to feel love again
Your heart I must obtain
We sit here in the moonlight
Knowing we wont fight
She made me so happy
An Irishman woulda been ‘well done laddy’
So I thank you for the pain
The sky cleared up after the rain
As if it was telling me
Letting you go was the greatest thing
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
Moonstruck...
I am moonstruck from your charm,
Come now you should hold my arm,
I will be a shield against any firearm,
Gone will be your fear of nightmares,
I am your own bodyguard who cares,
None can harm you as none can dare.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
As we picked up the sticks and stones we used to break each others' bones,
our bodies tensed in the claustrophobic silence.
Never forgetting elephant in the room, she wouldn't go unnoticed.
Over-sized, heavy mammoth, pregnant with disclosure
Yet she couldn't give life to her word's desires.
Stillborn.
But the waters were far from it.
They escaped from my eyes, down my face
running wild and free, sweeping away everything in its path as my heart wished it could.
On your face, they roared like waves travelling at great speeds,
crashing onto the shores of an island neither of us felt welcomed in.
We cried.
We belted our sorrows to the skies while rainstorms consumed our eyes.
& there we were.
Picking love's splinters from our hands.
Asking questions that would never leave our mouths.
Giving answers to questions trapped in our dreams.
You, my love, had the upper hand.
I gave you the bigger piece of the wish bone.
I placed the ball in your court & you just kept bouncing it to yourself.
Up and Down.
Not much flight.
No direction - Like a bird with vertigo.
It broke my heart to stare at the silhouette my private parts know so well
but still unable to see the soul that played bodyguard to my private thoughts & dreams
that sometimes I couldn't even admit to myself,
but somehow you just knew.
You've changed.
You're not the angel I once knew.
Bright eyed, optimistic and sure of yourself.
A smile so bright it blinded the sun
and a laugh like poetry in motion.
A heart sliced from the breast of an angel
and a love deeper and richer than a saltan's pockets.
No need to tell me now we're through.
It's all over now.
You've Changed.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
Do not label me impure
for being, somewhat,a ******
Who, among you, would skip the chance
to take a peek, to steal a glance?
Her bodyguard of Lies dismissed,
her robes discarded, herself revealed.
She stripped and naked-
of course I looked.
She was comely, but aloof,
this maiden known
as the naked truth.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
My companion pounces on dust,
Pounding the ground ahead of me,
Tracking our path.
This is euphoria,
And today I own it.
I grin at strangers,
passing through my land.
They think me strange.
The valley reclines, lazy in the sun.
I am these paths, these hills.
My friend leads the others from me,
My bodyguard. I am not threatened.
I keep on striding, vocals powering
Through me. I stray from my kingdom.
Too cocky, too confident I
Stray to the forbidden.
They no longer look to me. Now they swarm,
I cannot work out their source.
They stare and hate me.
You stand by my side,
Exhausted and loyal.
I am safe still.
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 6:06 AM UTC
I lead my cousin’s hand to the belly of a sleeping schoolgirl. the belly is six months out and could survive a mouthful of prose. cousin has kids of her own. cousin prefers the word listless to the word unborn. the schoolgirl reminds my cousin of someone I knew. a bodyguard. a bodyguard as far as school age bodyguards go. the recall puts me beneath a porch at age fourteen
giving birth to something boneless. I am trying to hear it explode in the present. I ask the lord’s television to lure my cousin from the scene. I ask the lord for custody of any tornado
warning
scrolling under
a muted
cartoon.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
I travel to seek what the world may fear
In each corner that most would not even dare
Searching for what is beyond what they may appear
As I travel, my efforts prove stronger then thought
I find a woman with beauty comparable to that of a goddess
Grasps my heart, starving it of what adventure it held, for a ride more thrilling then before
Her spell binds me in her essence, every beat of her heart awakening the animal
Her eyes then easing my fire to a halt
Only to burn hotter with the feel of her breath brushing against my chin
As I was blinded to only see the her glow
I felt as if a stage was set
For the world to watch as we moved
Yet only to be blinded the the popping lighting
Created by the feel of our skins brushing together in the moonlight
But when I peer away to see
Not a soul to be seen
Without an eye her passion raises the grounds I stand on
The pulse of our hearts bringing power to let us fly
Like the angelic keepers that hold back our demons
That tried to ties us to bedrock
Everything that was held
Is now free to roam the cosmos
Our gifts in our threads are now tied together
Nothing can stop us
For she is the Goddess of Mine
And I am her bodyguard always there in her time
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
Who knew the click of a mouse, and a date on a dare
Would become a special bond filled with passion love and care.
A protector and champion you rose high above the others.
My own personal bodyguard who shields but never smothers.
You live in a world that is private and alone
Trusting me with your life, letting me see under your stone.
No one has ever made me experience and feel such an attraction
I experienced desire and ecstacy, my libido in heightend action.
We snuggle and cuddle, I love how you hold me so tight
My head nestled on your chest, being with you feels so right.
I loved that I was able to fulfill some of your favorite wishes.
Doing little things like setting your table with flowers and pretty dishes.
It’s been said that I need time to grow and become strong.
Your unselfish love will show me where I truly do belong.
I managed to squeeze through that locked door to your heart.
We may not be together for now, temporarily apart.
We will always share a bond and we will never say good-by.
It would be too difficult and I don’t ever want to try.
God brought us together, our hearts filled with a joyous love.
He’s pleased with his creation as He looks down upon us from above.
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
laying horizontally is an eastern
yoga relaxant for food babies.
I learned this while running in Chinatown
with stolen cash after a mob dinner.
the bodyguard knocked me out and my
stomach felt great as I layed their on the street.
aside from the headache,
and the mild Head-On addiction
I was fine and very sleepy.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
to music I wandered upon Paul Simon
wondered how he ever thought to write a song
about 'You can call me Al'
and made a video with Chevy Chase
soft in the middle.... cartoon character...
if you'll be my bodyguard
role model.....hints and allegations...
refrain
I will be your long lost pal,
I can call you Betty?
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
Sometimes I tell myself that I am normal.
Sometimes I tell myself that I am not.
Sometimes I could drown within the contents of that needle.
I wonder at what time do things work out
I wonder how many hits or how many highs
Could help me arrive to the place of no doubt.
That is my destination, but traveling never seems to cease.
The ceiling over my resting place
Will tell you secrets, if you just remember to say, "please."
Because so often in this world, we just take
We take from whatever is there, when there's nothing even to give.
We have assuredly erased the word "keepsake"
So if you do remember to ask before you assume
If you know that good things come to those who wait
Go with a question and ask the ceiling in my room.
Ask it for the needle or the tears on my pillow
But brace yourself, "Ignorance is bliss."
Some secrets can pierce, like an arrow.
Ask the ceiling for me, if you would
Because I should like to know about myself
All the things I never understood.
My ceiling has seen me, no doubt
The naked me, in the purest sense,
That will ever come about.
Sometimes I wonder just what it would say
"Oh that girl? She lies awake every night.
The edges of her mind have begun to fray."
Or maybe something quite different,
Maybe something like, "Sometimes,
She is very quite brilliant."
I wonder if it might speak with a british voice
For I imagine it does, but watch, it's probably harsh
It probably has no choice.
Sometimes I act like the ceiling cannot speak
Or other times I simply know it can't
But when I believe it can, it makes my knees weak.
But please, I beg of you, If you can
Tell my ceiling to hide the needle
Because my skin is tired of being the doorman
For my brain, my skin would rather be
Wholesome and healed,
The bodyguard to protect my immunity.
And If you happen to get the chance
Throw a wink at mirror
For it never gets more than a glance.
Don't bother to go to my room at all
If you can save yourself the trouble
There's nothing there at all.
The ceiling won't talk.
The pillow has no tears.
There is no needle.
There is no room.
In fact, there is no "she."
Only sometimes,
In my mind,
Are there even words
To define me.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
My world is shattering
Walls falling in on me
Each bit of care for my life are crumbling one by one
I no longer feel anything, I am a shell of a person
I was supposed to take care of you
I'm the big sister
I failed you
I'm sorry
I was your protecter, your bodyguard
Now you are no longer on this earth, but you will never be forgotten
I guess this means 'God' was in need of your sweet pure soul
I hope you don't miss me as much as I miss you, then you would be in pain
As I think of you, I have no regrets
You are perfect to me
Is this what it feels like? Love? When you care more about someone else's life more than your own? Is this love?
I guess so. I love you.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC
ఏం పొరపాటో ఏమో
ఏమరుపాటుతోను నాకు నేను దూరం అవుతున్నాను
నిన్నే చూస్తుండగాను చిన్నోడిని అవుతున్నాను
Champagne లాగా మత్తెకిస్తే Shampoo సైతం తగేస్తున్నాను
Shower అల్లే తడిపేస్తే soap bar మల్లె కరిగిపోతున్నాను
గాలిలా మారిపోయా దూది పింజలా నీ చుట్టూ తిరుగుతున్నాను
గండాలే Gunshot అయ్యి నా గుండెను తాకుతున్నాయే
Bodyguard లా brain అంతా fix అయ్యి నీతో చకర్లే కొట్టేస్తున్నానే
కన్నిల్లె కార్చావంటే కాలాన్నే కంటతడి పెట్టిస్తనే ఓసారి
Sun rise ఏ heat ఎక్కించేస్తే Sun shade అల్లే కాపాడేస్తానే సఖి
China doll లా కనిపిస్తే China wall సైతం దాటోచ్చేస్తానే చెలి
Happy tone తో సాదరంగా ఆహ్వానిస్తానే మర్రీ
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
laying horizontally is an eastern
yoga relaxant for food babies.
I learned this while running in Chinatown
with stolen cash after a mob dinner.
the bodyguard knocked me out and my
stomach felt great as I layed their on the street.
aside from the headache,
and the mild Head-On addiction
I was fine and very sleepy.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
***** and drugged.
Kissed but not hugged.
Naked and tied.
Me he had tried to buy.
Forgotten from amnesia
For 11 years.
2005.
The person is no longer alive.
But the bodyguard to blame.
They took his will when they came.
I had no memory of going to Minnesota.
He wanted to marry me the Purple Yoda.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
i don’t really want a body guard
no, man, not for me
because i am a nice person, dude
and i don’t need no police and the security guards
i hate being some dude that needs a body guard
because i hear voices saying, i am not your bodyguard, buddy
i don’t want to have a bodyguard
i am too cool for that
it’s nice how the police can protect you
but i hate the idea of bodyguards
you see when i was young i hung around the people
ya know, i want to really love life
you see if i have a bodyguard, i could end up in more danger than what i bargain for
you see while i watch prisoner i learn it is ****** hard to be a bodyguard
a lot of ****** work, but you see the bent screws like the freak ferguson
and **** stewart and stewart gillespie from prisoner abusing their fucken power
i hate the idea of having a bodyguard it will make me feel stupid
and i can tell you guys, i ain’t stupid no fear
i don’t want a bodyguard because they can’t be perfect oh no
because i don’t want people fussing over me, like i am a fresh piece of meat
you see i am an artist and writer and i perform on youtube
and i hate the idea of a stupid bodyguard coming in on me
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
Find the sun
In the moon above
Use the light
To out shine your monsters
Don't sit in the dark
Of the nightmarish night
Sleep with the glow next to you
Let it be your bodyguard
Of all things evil
That are killed
From the sun in the moon
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Hi again Skeptic
But why are you about?
Unless something is being sold,
I'd rather Love come out.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
I was alone when I was growing up as a kid,
With only you being by my side always,
Even when my parents were away.
I was alone when I grew up a teenager,
You were still there right behind me,
Just like a personal bodyguard.
I am still alone when I am at 21,
Still with me you stand mostly,
Clung to me as my pet.
I will be alone when I get old,
Will only you be by my side,
Even when I finally die?
Because you were, you are & you will be,
As long as the sun shines smartly in the sky,
You'd follow me as a permanent companion.
I won't matter wherever I might be,
You're natural and independent.
It won't matter whoever it might be,
You're real and permanent.
If I deserve your company then let it be,
You're my shadow only.
You always were,
You always are,
You always will be.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 8:38 AM UTC
*My new favorite touch is
your finger tips tracing my palm.
And you don't know
that feeling - you've provided.
You've got me sheltered.
Constantly now,
I'm craving your hand in mine,
if only to feel
safe.
You're my bodyguard,
my protector.
Your gentle touches-
I'm afraid, they'll never be able to be replaced*
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
Everyday is anything but a present,
waking after a restless night of sleep,
always wondering what went wrong so fast,
always looking for another chance,
seeing a door at the end of the road,
once was open but no is closing,
closing so fast that the breeze sends a chill through my spine,
keeping it all inside,
dont bother to fight it,
you cant face reality,
and dreaming with a broken heart,
cant get you anywhere,
anymore,
bodyguard status revoked,
nice guy turned hard by lies,
bleeding uncontrollably,
unable to see where it starts,
but feeling where it hurts the most,
only it helps to drink,
to drink the night away,
no more dreams,
the soreness and headaches a welcome relief,
a different kind of pain,
drinking you away,
drinking her away,
drinking everyone away,
cant wait to leave this place,
get some distance from anything that hurts,
braving fire and brimstone which can never equal the pain,
only remembering the all too sad truth,
the greatest distance on this earth,
is the distance between two people.
never realizing the strength that one feeds from another,
never realizing the strength that one has to give to another,
the distance is great,
like a chasm to our hearts,
but when dreaming with a broken heart,
no distance is too great,
where you can fly to cross the distance,
bleeding the whole way over,
falling for the same old tricks,
believing the words without looking into the eyes,
and only when the scent hits do you bother to look up,
and does the vision blur,
same old tears,
same old heartache,
same old dreams with a broken heart,
fragments floating into the chasm,
waiting on the world change
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 3:34 PM UTC
*You're my Prince Charming
You just don't know it yet
Be my white knight
On a black horse
With sword made out of words
Be my foothold
Carved out of rhinestones
With a heartbeat made of gold
Be my partner
Be my lover
Be the one I've been waiting for
Be the bad boy
To my good girl
And I promise
We'll rule the world
I'll be your novel
You be the author
Shaping who I am
You be my Shakespeare
And I'll be your Juliet
Baby we'll make it somewhere
I'll be your guitar
You pluck my heartstrings
All you have to do
Is say "hello" to me
Walk over
Walk your pretty eyes over
Come closer
Why'd you ever have to leave
Don't you wanna know me
Like I wanna know you
Don't you wanna kiss me
Like I want to be with you
We're meant to be
Even if you don't know it yet
I can see it all
In my minds' eye
Remember I'm
The one who they pushed you to
All it takes
Is for you to walk over
You be my bodyguard
I'll be your princess
You be my good boy
I'll be your witness
You be the bad news
I'll be the wanna be
You be the shadows
I'll be the way you breathe
You be the teacher
I'll be the student
Why didn't you bring me where you went
You be the one for me
I'll be the one to beat
Won't you just say "hello"
Walk over
Walk your pretty eyes over
Come closer
Why'd you ever have to leave
Don't you wanna know me
Like I wanna know you
Don't you wanna kiss me
Like I want to be with you
We're meant to be
Even if you don't know it yet
I can see it all
In my minds' eye
Remember I'm
The one who they pushed you to
All it takes
Is for you to walk over
If you would even show a glance to me
I would be everything for you
If you would even smile at me
I would give everything to you
Why didn't you tell me when you'd leave
Why couldn't you be someone for me
But if you never said "hello"
And I never said a word
What good is anything?
If you'd be the thunder
I'd be the lighting
I'd be scared
Be good
Be frightening
If you'd be the rain
I'd be the trees
I'd be loved
Be good
Be happy
If you'd say "hello"
I'd say lets go
Let's run away
Run fast
Run far
Run somewhere safe
If you would even show a glance to me
I would be everything for you
If you would even smile at me
I would give everything to you
Why didn't you tell me when you'd leave
Why couldn't you be someone for me
But if you never said "hello"
And if I never said a word
What good is anything?
If I never said a word
If I never said a word
What good is anything
Oh, oh hello
Just say hello to me.*
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
Hold me in your arms tonight,
release me of all my fright,
be my bodyguard for my mind,
to the real world I am blind,
by puppet strings I hung,
until I was no longer young,
you made me walk on my own,
able to withstand every stone.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC