"leggy" poems
1
Backwater nymph,
queen of serpentine black tresses
flaunting its coconut oil gleam;
envy of leggy girls from the Western ghat mountains,
and lissome maidens from the plains,
who can never eat as much fish, even if they wish.
Wearing hibiscus flowers,
on coiffure like hood of a king cobra,
your coral lips silently speak
of hot peppery kisses,
waiting for me at shaded corners.
Your sultry body in me arouses desires,
that could only be whispered in your ears.
2
On a coconut lagoon when we met,
for the first time and spoke,
non stop, as if we knew each other life long,
I heard music in your words.
Oh! in the tongue you spoke,
I heard the cadence of a nightingale
ecstatic, on its wings above the clouds,
love had prompted us to fly above the storms.
Your gleaming coal black eyes,
like silver hooks, tug at my heart strings,
that makes music, only I can hear,
you are a free flying lark,
above Kerala's lush coconut coast,
that extends from sea shore to the mountains.
3
**When we relished steaming brown rice,
mixed with clarified butter,
with spicy tuna curry, tasting so dainty,
cooked in bubbling sweet coconut milk,
my eyes like two crazy butterflies
circled your face, a blossomed Champak*.
Mashed cassava and roasted squid,
melted on our tongues,
in a perfect culinary language
any one would understand without effort.
4
Your lips had cinnamon scent,
spice land's boons,
when we kissed we touched heaven
of scents and spicy tastes.
When our eyes fell on each other,
near the ancient synagogue,
the hay days of which is over,
a long jasmine garland coiling your hair,
marked you different,
from the the ladies of your neighborhood,
surrounding you.
How well you did pretend
that you have never seen my face before!
You have mastered love's cunning,
and all the wily tricks to cheat
the enemies of our fiery love
my Freudian mind perfectly understood.
Just imagine the brouhaha we would invite,
when we elope, in the last boat,
to Alappuzha, stealthily at midnight.*
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
Bluto, the world’s strongest man, could tear bread loaf-sized pieces off a steel-belted tractor tire with his bare hands.
But he could not lift a single smithereen of his sensitive Piscean heart when Lily, the luscious, leggy Leo trapeze artist, left him for steely-eyed Arien Karl, the literate and literary lion tamer.
Horoscopic Circus, Act II
She was a Cancer Dragon. Like catnip to the Piscean Tiger, whose feline DNA was his Achilles heel. Especially when she wore heels. And nylons. The end is nylon, he thought. I love you she said. I love you more he affirmed. And firm he soon became. Then being the ringmaster, she opened her mouth and incinerated him -- as only dragons can….
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
Flamingo high,
flamingo low,
when flamingo stretchy-leggy, then flamingo grow.
Cheeky beaking, shifty sifting, lifting up a flipper;
notty neck and naughty pecks,
while dancing with a kipper.
Flaming heck and flaming Oh!
Flaming flamingularonimo!
I tango and flamenco
and I imitate a swan,
but this winking pink flamingo's
blinking going going gone.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 11:28 AM UTC
NY Hip Hop
Gold Express
Bling Shop
Afro Brothers
proprietorship
buyin and sellin
filthy lucre
of down hard
Gat packin
Gangstas
on the down low
throwin down
fallin hook
line and stinker
just a bunch
of lil fishies
wigglin at the end
of golden chains
its all about
the bling baby
all about the bling
"I pity the fool"
saith Mr. T
the potentate of
soul and gold
who ain't
down with
the cool jewels
of righteous
B Teamers
arrested by
the silk rope
of glitzy discos
bribing bouncers
with an
earnest Jackson
to *** rush
the vanity faire
of bumping
A Listers
Or was it
Def Jam
Buddhas
minting
coin on
MTV?
exploiting
misogyny
and ghost
face killas
NWAs
slugging cases
of Kristol
blowing
fat spliff
smoke
up the *** of
Phat Farm
kids in
the hood
shooting
silver
bullets at
the man
takin baths
in tubs
of fifties
lighting up
with crisp
C Notes
rollin
through
life
in black
Escalades
its silver
spinners
twisting fast
round
corners
where
being cool
went blind
and
Coolie High
homies
still tip
a sip
for the
brothers
who ain't
there
Today
its all about
the raised fist
of power to
the P Diddy
fighting
the power
of the people
as leggy
Beyonce
warbles
songs
for the
posse
of a
Libyan
Dictator
whose
blood
money
pays
a cool
mil
cover
for a
New Years
Eve
tune
Its all about
the bling
baby
All about
the bling
baby, all
about the
bling.
NY Hip Hop
Gold Express
Best Prices in
Trenton Since
1997
You Tube Video:
Gil Scott Heron
Ain't No Such Thing As Superman
Trenton
2/25/11
jbm
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
It is a tell of
two adored in historic past
“Their life was bumpy
No one allowed them to tie the knot!
They were lucky
Times permit them to get nearer!
In the fullness of time,
They are happy
Since
Their new life is starts up!
They are starry
As
crops in their field are growing up!
They are brawny
Seeing
Her haulage to a new hope!
Their hopes are turns to gusty
Draught spread out
Crops ruined up
and in the bolt from the blue
He breathes his last!
She is becoming leggy
Tears and torn encircled
People started to blame!
All of a sudden
A magic brings Mosey
A birds comes in and
tell ‘I am here now,
Going sing everyday for you
and our up bring!’"
Then onwards
People in the hills
label birds calls are
the songs of their dearest one !
Now, birds are becoming honey
to everyone!!
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
got a lovely tatty on ya left leggy
got no motivation or inspiration
but that *** needs lotsa smackin'
or maybe mine does, red from your hands
bittercress amongst the flowers outdoors
warding dancing birdflit
of people friendly pudgy pigeons
man i hate the birds, the people
singing their arias, their liturgy
feeling like they know somebody
in the canon, me in the sheets listening
to their rumors, trying to break our secret
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
At a streetfair downtown
A 5-dollar coupon in hand
We used to buy a skinny tree
Potted up in an old rusty can
It may have looked less than promising
So leggy and light as a feather
Tentatively thought did it have roots?
Our first purchase we made together
We planted our tree in the yard
That spindly gumbo-limbo
But native to our Florida
It knew just how to grow
Just like I’d envisioned its shade
A canopy against fierce heat
Protecting us from that relentless sun
It’s now grown twenty-five feet
Six years have passed us by now
And risking sounding sappy
We’ve grown, too, as has our love
The tree and we are happy
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Somewhere out there.
Spiders build non ending webs.
Funnels and tunnels, no trains passing through.
They scuttle as they dash through the hearth.
Where the fires of the hearts of queens once burned.
Madame summons's her lady in waiting.
To sweep away the creature she's hating.
Her ladyship is really posh.
She's eaten many you know.
Tells the world they're scrumptious nosh.
The ladies maid, collects her captured trophies in a trinket box.
Stashes them in the drawer.
The one where milady keeps her socks and hoes.
Even the hankies to wipe her regal nose.
But, once in the bluest of moons,
She melts some chocolate on a spoon.
Into the runny chocolate, the leggy hairy creatures get dunked.
Those spiders dipped in chocolate,they're tasting really great.
A little bit of protein to satisfy the queen.
Her delicacy.
Apparently!
(C) LIVVI
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
It's summer here in Miami, Florida. The Jacaranda tree has violet flowers that fall and float on the tops of the moist jade grass. The Gardenia bush with bent branches is heavy with fragrant white flowers. Parsley, basil and dill are tall and flowering with bees pollinating them.
Numerous plump cherry tomatoes, with all their tingling flavor, hide among the leggy bushes. Green and scarlet bell peppers, smooth and crisp, hang on neighboring branches.
Several new baby birds are fledgling from nests while their parents protectively hover nearby. Two families of scarlet Cardinal birds greedily eat from our outdoor feeders. A flock of fifty Cherry Head parrots with their crimson shoulders and heads crack open black sunflower seeds.
Toads at night call to prospective mates sounding like broken air conditioners. Black wiggly bodies swim in clusters in the canal feeding on algae waiting to grow their legs and hop through the tall grasses.
Global mangoes growing and ripening on trees are large enough to sweeten the palette .
The sun is smiling warming the earth--the animals, plants and people. Steady rain quenches the thirst of all creatures. Nature is here for us to enjoy.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
slips from nothing hugely poem of
light creating light by leggy moon
over whole earth palely tousled in
maimed and drizzled in silver curving
a point is risen amongst (man) and time
earth away sprawl echoes of finite
sleep.but though it moon over(in
a little naked comely heap of pert
and blazing tinder calmly foisted
between sabled ******* of aching
stupid darkness)burns how and fiercely
eloquent
o moon though small and nothing hugely
poem shall i (man) a poem slip by mortal
wiggling fumbles; and O moon!quiet sleeping
curves away silverly(into pimpled quavering
neatness)i muscle leanly dispute the soil
and up to you gallop sloppy gallons of kiss
(for you are most pleasant.UR round and fit
nearly in my lips (who shall pluck you from
between ******* and fill me burning
)Lust
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
by my neighbor's
sumptuous sunflowers
whose seedy faces
reach for the summer sky
propped up by their leggy stems
gracing that dirt driveway
these yellow bursts of flower power
may not linger
too much longer
for a sulky summer storm
waits wickedly
in the wings
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
My love,
my sweet delirium,
my dopamine flower,
my nocturnal obsession,
my daylight thought procession,
how do I bare a split second of your truancy?
Your hair, your skin, your eyes, your spike heels, your leggy fluency,
are but a little tittle tally of your unnerving inventory :-)
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 6:47 PM UTC
A leggy lass, showing off,
in a short, red dress
in no mood to hold back,
her excessive sass,
rubbed him in a way wrong,
as if by chance.
Everything for sometime
went haywire,
his long held views on girls,
on what should they wear,
the oomph factor
and its upper limits
the matter of taste in make up,
all those he thought
no focus of men folk
were shaken to the root.
How strange he feels,
when he now looks back
every single piece,
fell right in place,
in his jig saw puzzle,
that reminded jumbled
all that long.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
My god, he's gorgeous.
His smile puts the stars in the sky.
But I suffer from girlnextdooritis.
I'll always be his best friend.
Just his best friend.
Because God knows I can't compete with his blonde, leggy girlfriend.
Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 10:10 PM UTC
Profligacy in restlessness
At alcoholic anger
Unflinching in collision
With a femme fatale’s charade,
Philosophising’s netherworld,
A place of sprawling labyrinth,
Perfidious to fiction
In a novel written hard.
Compellingly original
In counterfactual verbiage,
Accented to the ******
With a leggy broad’s demise.
Discarded on the pavement
In a moonlit show of disarray
Auburn hair cascading
To her open, hazel eyes.
M.
Auckland
20 September 2014
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Dónall O'Diomsiagh is anim dom!
( Dónall Dempsey is my name! )
I was born
the weight of a bag of sugar.
2 lbs to be
precise.
That was all there was
to me!
( My belly alas weighs more than that now )!
De Da could
hold me in his fist and
I'd disappear
'cept for the little dangly dancing leggy bits.
I had Elvis sideburns
( I was all shock up )
and entered this
world of ours
feet first
putting my best foot forward
ready to rock
'n" roll...mannn!
Doris Day was singing
CE SERA SERA!
And what, what...do ya think
they called the tiniest baby
. . .ever ever seen?
Why, Dónall!
Dónall...of course!
Dónall meaning WORLD
MIGHTY SPEAR POWER.
And Dempsey itself meaning
THE PROUD ONE!
Ahhh the majesty of the Celtic tongue!
A wrestler's name if ever...
"And in the green corner..."
Or an Ozymandias name. . .
"Look on my works, ye mighty ,and despair!"
De Ma would always spoil it for me:
"WORLDMIGHTYSPEARPOWERTHEPROUDONE! You
get yer *** in here this minute and finish yer homework!"
An awful big name
( to be sure to be sure )
for a little fella to
live up to. . .
Ahhh, but sure I do my best
putting words to the test
wrestling with a rhyme
stealing through your mind.
For I am
( am I not?)
the poet with
the hyperbolic name!
WORLD MIGHTY
SPEAR POWER
THE PROUD ONE!
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
**i'm checkmate the bomb
i always make things a gas girl
i'm ubiquitous and unavoidable
i'm a social engineer,
making things happen for good time girls
i'm the promo man
i advertise curvaceous wares
and multiply the client base
i'm hoping to go exponential soon
I'm a moneyfinder par excellence
i can sniff it from miles away
and i know how to make a fool and his money
go separate ways
as for the miserly ones, we prise it away so adeptly
they can't help applauding us
the rich and affluent ones looking for an experience -
we cater for them as well
they're easy to spot from miles away
that bored vacuous look is hard to miss
i'm a connoisseur of bohemian girls:
the ones who play sweet and innocent to perection
their jumping eyes can send even you into a rhapsodic spin!
the leggy ones with shape and hips
delectable girls with unbelievable curves
the slim portable women that some want to take away
mmmm... and the buxom ones with bountiful chests of sweetness
i can supply extras too! just name it and i'm your man
i'm the paymaster and the insurance man to book
i'm security too, my boys don't brook any nonsense - be warned!
and hey man, do i have style! tailor-made suits, gold-capped teeth,
handmade shoes and handwoven ties to complete the rout
my principles are strict and regular; no sampling of the stock
although...
if it's sylvie i sometimes make an exception
sylvie knows how to rock and how to roll
she's what every man hopes to find during his prime**
*now don't you dare go all weepy and disapproving on me mate,
it's not personal - just business!*
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
*She's as long and leggy
as the tallest Georgia pine
Goes right away straight to your head
like Elderberry wine
That sweet Georgia peach
Filling every Southern need
With a draw as smooth
as the cool Smokey Mountain dew
Lighting up the night sky
like Lightning bugs in June
Knows how to treat her man so well
That sweet Southern Belle
Like the waves of Saint Simons Island
Kissing the Georgia the shore
Keeps you coming back for more of that
Hard for any man to ignore
Settle for nothing less
Than a girl that's G.R.I.T.S.
(Girl Raised In The South)*
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
Daffodils kissed by raindrops ,and he's watching girls in crop tops, again.
They're younger than her, jealous be she at his sad fixations.
She doth concur that jealousy, be an involuntary sensation.
Could be repaired, if he showed her he cared.
He knows not how.
He cannot read her feelings like a book.
A tiny bit too young.
She is so precious, precocious at times.
You give her chocolates and she'll surely whine.
Rose red and white in carafes'.
Chasing tall women as leggy giraffes.
She's captured by the tiger's eye.
Waiting by the garden gate.
How much more must she wait,
For him to ascertain her pain.
Internal mental anguish, ripping apart.
The older gorgeous woman,whose young man stole her heart.
(c) LIVVI
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
Dónall O'Diomsiagh is anim dom!
( Dónall Dempsey is my name! )
I was born
the weight of a bag of sugar.
2 lbs to be
precise.
That was all there was
to me!
( My belly alas weighs more than that now )!
De Da could
hold me in his fist and
I'd disappear
'cept for the little dangly dancing leggy bits.
I had Elvis sideburns
( I was all shock up )
and entered this
world of ours
feet first
putting my best foot forward
ready to rock
'n" roll...mannn!
Doris Day was singing
CE SERA SERA!
And what, what...do ya think
they called the tiniest baby
. . .ever ever seen?
Why, Dónall!
Dónall...of course!
Dónall meaning WORLD
MIGHTY SPEAR POWER.
And Dempsey itself meaning
THE PROUD ONE!
Ahhh the majesty of the Celtic tongue!
A wrestler's name if ever...
"And in the green corner..."
Or an Ozymandias name. . .
"Look on my works, ye mighty ,and despair!"
De Ma would always spoil it for me:
"WORLDMIGHTYSPEARPOWERTHEPROUDONE! You
get yer *** in here this minute and finish yer homework!"
An awful big name
( to be sure to be sure )
for a little fella to
live up to. . .
Ahhh, but sure I do my best
putting words to the test
wrestling with a rhyme
stealing through your mind.
For I am
( am I not?)
the poet with
the hyperbolic name!
WORLD MIGHTY
SPEAR POWER
THE PROUD ONE!
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
The world wide web sailed my ceiling.
Transmission overload.
Hit the kitchen with a broom.
The witch of the land of kitchen,that's me.
Destroyed their lovely habitat.
Witch woman on a magical cleaning spree, ripped down their gaff,
Setting them free.
The witchy lady, the one who looks a lot like me
Will have a wailing daughter who isn't pleased with me.
Mum, why did you set those leggy monsters free?
(c) Livvi
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
out in tbe cold morn
in my pajamas and robe
staking leggy Mums
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Purity
of mind
captured in
moments seen
and observed closely;
She's not just avoiding her
skin - she conscientiously won't
let them - in she knows a gem when
she sees one and refuses to be another grain
on the beach, but a sea of beauty further beyond.
She'll draw them in with her smile and her
defiance against being another skinny
leggy, blonde thing or a doll that's
life is pretending to be of worth.
She knows how to put on
a show of originality and
she's purer and more
beautiful than
the clearest
waters on
earth.
(C) 20/6/15
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC