"bootie" poems
She reaches out for love but it eludes her
He spits her out but not before he chews her
she blames herself for his mistake,
for giving him a belly ache
no wonder why she's feeling like a loser.
and then one day she noticed she was slipping
the mirror never lies, she wasn't tripping
within her empty eyes she saw
the wear and tear had worn her raw
and tears behind the veil of shame were dripping.
Standing in the dim light of the morning
In want of something more of an adorning
she lifted up her golden hair,
and smiled though no one else was there
and realized she'd never heard the warning.
No one ever spoke of inner beauty
though the boys around her said she was a cutie
Daddy always wore the pants
but never asked his girl to dance
she learned her moves from guys who loved her ******
Light music broke though silence of dead winter
Warm rays of sunshine thawed the ice within her
the local farmer loved his Lord
would never take, but could afford
and in his eyes, a pearl, and not a sinner.
She stands with him before the mirror now
her heart refreshed, she's seeing more somehow
the rounded apple of his eye
and no one else should wonder why
he bought the milk... because he loved the cow!
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
DIY DISASTERS!
Once upon a lifetime,
I knitted a disaster line,
My sister was expecting,
So, I thought I'd be creating,
That first ****** looked beautiful,
Second, third and fourth not so dutiful,
They turned into footy boots size,
So I bought socks in Kmart--surprise!
I never found a baby with four different feet,
For DIY disasters, booties can't be beat.......
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC
DIY DISASTERS!
Once upon a lifetime,
I knitted a disaster line,
My sister was expecting,
So, I thought I'd be creating,
That first ****** looked beautiful,
Second, third and fourth not so dutiful,
They turned into footy boots size,
So I bought socks in Kmart--surprise!
I never found a baby with four different feet,
For DIY disasters, booties can't be beat.......
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC
Cupping her ******
My hands the perfect vessels
For this precious gift
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
We get it
You’re the elderly flower child
Living on your hippie dreams
Love is your prescription
For coming apart at the seams
Peace and groovy
And get a little ******
You think it’s that easy
Must be nice for you
To be a trust fund baby
May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 6:13 PM UTC
Coffee to sharpen our minds
***** to dull our senses
Meetings to shape our town
Dinners to mend the fences
Leaving our work at the door
Listening to our spouses *****
Looking down on a homeless dude
He don't know how tough it is
To keep up this ******** day after day
That's heroic man
When all you want to do is take off
And leave it all behind
Get on the open road
Born to be wild
Leave your stress and kids behind
**** this treadmill life
Where's my slice of glory?
Where's my name in lights?
Where my *** Drugs and Rock and Roll!?
Where's my blinged out Nikes?
Where's my drugged out supermodel?
Where's my bootie-full **
How did life get so boring?
Man I just don't know.
**** time to pick up the kid from band practice!
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Two wrongs can make a right
When two fighting elephants die, the grass enjoys peace
If 73 men must die, a single hair must not fall
If we must sober for our crops being grazed
and our loved ones being butchered, then we get drowned in our own tears
If we must sleep in the cold breeze of the night,
With our eyes wide open, and our mind hanged to our hands,
convenient the cattle.
Let me cry now for my brother’s headache,
Not until I catch it,
Is this the change you have in mind?
I will not chase rats when my house is on fire
Since death is the mother of peace,
Let us die as one, for a peaceful generation to come
than be a ****** to this HERDSMEN.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC