"estee" poems
first line lips are false as a beach next mcarthur’s in chicago next the big blond takes the elevator down next pearl on the lip next shalimar stirs the canine **** all right I like that let’s start a new one do it what what do you have don’t **** up wheres the apostrophe ******* you’re cruel now back now whack it again whack it again I want it to go back whack it press it whack it okay new line
i want elevator i want uh i want don’t ask the bellboy for the time just take the elevator to what? to notions? to the lingerie shop? ah **** you grandma new line
all right one more time okay **** the gin-socked tongue that’s “soaked” period once again the elevator down paint the pretty tie (cough cough) thai next big buick big *** like fish put a ? after fish take it back take it back you ***** okay that’s not bad you do all right ah **** song of india in the desert at night put “” marks around song of india & desert song in capital letters hit shalimar then cadillac red lips then **** like a seashell with a gin-soaked tongue start new line
all right does mcarthur stick his socks in the bathtune at night that’s bathtub the dog howls at the moon buries it in the backyard snakes lose their skin cocoa butter slick water on the brain of the big dark blond song of india **** **** **** big fish *** big v8 you ***** keep up with me painted rocks like a pretty tie fast car long legs and a broken heel now dead no not dead yet um estee lauder goes down on price-waterhouse in a swedish bath bellboy watching this is his reflection in the mirror no silver one-sided next line
big blond trampled by elephants with wrinkled knees starch is not chic all gone shalimar stirs the k-9 **** sequined *** in the moonlight cadillac red lips hungry dog eats tail becomes himself bad dog play dead okay what do you suggest bad doggie bad comma bad comma hungry dog go for the tongue you dumb ***** keep going new line
what do cactuses(i) have??? fronds fur what are their things called new line
dog hates gin go for the breast stupid ***** good dog dry dog poor dog pour blond water of life **** yellow a thai like painted rocks period next
i want head down legs up i want sequined *** only ****** level damp dampened dampest ***** panorama **** **** **** blue blue down there feminine azure with clouds too got it odalisque in blue period have mercy on me no no new ******* line what are you filling that thing up with okay stop it for now
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Spare me from suburbia.
I hate the chatter.
And the cookie cutter houses.
And people worrying about what shade of Estee Lauder they need to look 20 years younger.
The bigger the SUV ...the better.
Yeah that's my saying too.
Oh yes it's Doggy Spa day! yippee.
Freakin morons.
Put your Gucci shades back on quick before you get to the underpass and see the man who fought for your freedom so that you can enjoy your Sushi on the right side of town, begging for anything you can spare.
But thats right you have nothing to give, do you.
I mean you couldn't possibly dip into the college fund for little Jessica, who by the way is snorting blow as we speak, in the projects across the tracks, while you think she is attending the high school pep rally, as all good cheerleaders do.
And you might want to slow down just a little bit, because if you reach your hubby's highrise office even just one minute ahead of schedule, Candy won't have time to push her skirt back down, wipe her mouth, and re apply her reading glasses, before you enter...and that would be a bit uncomfortable , don't you think?
Maybe you just better turn around altogether and head back to suburbia baby!
There's a reason you are called a stay-at-home mom.
It's the safest place for you...trust me.
Reality causes varicose veins and then you would need emergency laser surgery to correct it, which would interefere with your PTA meeting this afternoon.
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 7:01 PM UTC
Beauty isn't everything folks.
Stop letting Estee Lauder, CoverGirl and Sephora define you.
Companies such as these try telling us what beauty is, but it's merely just another exterior pleasure.
Although, we're told differently, and we foolishly believe it wholeheartedly.
Okay, let's take it back for a moment, rewind.
When Adam & Eve were created,
not only were they shamed, they were naked.
"Who told you, you were naked,?" said the Creator.
Now, I ask you same question.
Who told you that you weren't beautiful?
Not to be caked up, overly concerning yourself with vanity.
Oh, look at me, aren't I pretty!
Everyday I see women trying to be everything they're not.
Hate to burst your bubble, but
feminism isn't the solution to the problem.
Face it ladies, you will never receive the attention you deserve, unless you give it yourself first.
I speak from experience.
This feministic agenda tells us we can be "the man."
This isn't true, there is nothing you need to compensate for.
We can be strong and feminine just like our mothers
I believe our Creator came in the flesh, to tell us our beauty is full. BEautiFULL.
Marvelous are HIS works, And that my soul knows very well
- Psalm 139:14
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
Her little black dress is by Ralph Lauren,
her complexion is Lancome.
Estee lauder blushed her lips
And Apple made her phone.
She loves the feel of Hermes’ silk
upon her naked skin.
Her shoes are Gucci,
her bag by Coach.
Her perfume is “my Sin”
Lady Clairol turned her hair
the color of ripe wheat.
She’s a devil wearing Prada
who looks good enough to eat.
I ponder on this vision
And a stray thought makes me laugh:
My fiercely independent woman
Has been “branded” like a calf.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
____Going back
and forth >>
The dark
pool jaw shark
Darth____(War)teared
Her drink feared
The moon split
Two people
Crook/Brook-Streams
Spilled water-soul
words
the Grecian river
Thorn Rose
birds
Will I return?
Devil dug
Deep- thought
Millionaire swamps
2B streamed
Suddenly
Forestal sweetness
FLipping homes
Hopscotch jump
Flipper Gumps
Mister brook the
measles
Water spots
How her foot met
Sunny-side
Eggbeaters
Morning 2 B Sure?
Turning-star
Cornered-shore
A sure pleaser
Cheater's foot
The river of
no return
(Monroe)
She is so perpetual
returning
in his
fantasy
everything
Misery
loves cooks
Baked tan
brooks
company
Poetical downright
mystical rivers
Joan of Ark
All bricks to blow her
home down dark
He's the Adonis
Superlative
most bodeful
The bridge over
***** war of
her laundry
In Cahoots,
Tired torrential rain
Tranquil water
Streaming air
Glorious shape
Her brook
But he is
never by
her shore
Not even once
to stare or look
Water Wands
of faires
So many
***** men
Drinking the
Holiest
water
Mrs, clean
Cult life
Stepford Wifes
Her cheeks like petals
Estee Lauder eyes of
Blue velvet
Lady Brook the banks
of the channel;
No contamination
water
Channeling
Like finest truffles
By the water riffle
So Shallow
Abdominal water
Hurricane shakey
Speaking
words
of wisdom wishing well
Streams overloved
Still, Diana Wales
running reliving
Lucky charms
they're married
Orange segments
Water the juiciest
Be calm
Nick the Knickpoints
Mister and Mrs. beds
The high tide
of turbulence
Poems are
all a stream
Our oasis
Deer Creek
came to
Love her more
than he
could ever seek
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC