"poms" poems
a black bat
hangs upside down
digesting a fly
his face almost human
a flying Frankenstein
he excretes
puddles of guano
like miniature buttered popcorn
a dark and wavy goulash
gods gift
to beetles and worms
dizzied overheated men look on
to an uproarious variety hour
of song and a high heeled kicks
inspiring
a tempest of throbbing
whisky drenched
folded ***** and cash
trouser trout fish,
undulant
sexed up
tape worms for love
pulse the night
egging on bunny **** pom poms
devout finger puppets of Eros
for
shimmering ****** lipstick twilled vibratos
sequined tassel spinning areolas
and lavish come **** me dance girls
bring down the house in flames
making hearts apostate
clamoring
and melt men like steaming everglades
the bat
hangs from the chandelier
licks his black lips
and looks on to panorama of hieroglyphics
hearing music
a thunderous nonsense
witnessing visions
of
flies, tasty white winged moths
and the thrill of screams
while biting the head off of another bat
in a claret stained red velvet cabaret
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
pretty pearl anklet
adorning your foot
tiara crown
princess ***** cow
all dressed up in a dark red
cherry sequined
come **** me dress
black lacquered nails
body beautiful prepped
for ordeal by gang bang
and pretty girl strangle
torture blood ****
wiggle wiggle
**** pink aglow
glistening hive
your mouth piece
bilingual
fucky and baby talk
all manicured and bejeweled
glitter and tears
***** food
inch worm lover
little bludgeon
your excited
for a bed of nails
what a luxury
legs spread wide
***** drool melt
your scent
a silk **** cocktail
in thick puce
stained pink milk pom poms
****** beyond tabulation
come sweet cow
its time for slaughter
down on your haunches
you look up
thrilled
dark dreams do come true
i love you
like the bog loves bones
embalmed in spice
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
The daughter of the village Maire
Is very fresh and very fair,
A dazzling eyeful;
She throws upon me such a spell
That though my love I dare not tell,
My heart is sighful.
She has the cutest brown caniche,
The French for "poodle" on a leash,
While I have Bingo;
A dog of doubtful pedigree,
Part pug or pom or chow maybe,
But full of stingo.
The daughter of the village Maire
Would like to speak with me, I'll swear,
In her sweet lingo;
But parlez-vous I find a bore,
For I am British to the core,
And so is Bingo
Yet just to-day as we passed by,
Our two dogs haulted eye to eye,
In friendly poses;
Oh, how I hope to-morrow they
Will wag their tails in merry play,
And rub their noses.
* * * * * * *
The daughter of the village Maire
Today gave me a frigid stare,
My hopes are blighted.
I'll tell you how it came to pass . . .
Last evening in the Square, alas!
My sweet I sighted;
And as she sauntered with her pet,
Her dainty, her adored Frolette,
I cried: "By Jingo!"
Well, call it chance or call it fate,
I made a dash . . . Too late, too late!
Oh, naughty Bingo!
The daughter of the village Maire
That you'll forgive me, is my prayer
And also Bingo.
You should have shielded your caniche:
You saw my dog strain on his leash
And like a spring go.
They say that Love will find a way -
It definitely did, that day . . .
Oh, canine noodles!
Now it is only left to me
To wonder - will your offspring be
Poms, pugs or poodles?
4k
There's a Pom Pom there's a puppy
Where's the Pom poms? Where's the puppy?
The are stuck together Pom Pom puppy!
Wait there is two!
Pom Pom puppies!
Made by me!
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
The Broom
A work out stick
Above the head
with a kick
Not pom poms
but even better
I dance with this
and make it much sweatEur ; )
Waist twists
firm swift shifts
shooBdoo with the techn9ne crew
fast stepping
twirling and bending
tap that tip to the floor
point it at the ceiling once more
sweep dirt? no way
personal cob webs go away
My broom is a tool
I twirl like a martial arts fool
Upper body exercise
with some attitude
a quickness
and now I smile
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
I want to start by telling you that I am on your team…I am on the same side as you…I hold the pom poms that are cheering for you and your life. You are a beautiful person and you matter to me. You matter to many people. What affects you affects me. There is nothing about you that would make me not want to be friends with you. We all have things in our past and present that we are not the most proud of and likely things that we loathe about ourselves. You are no different in that aspect as millions of other people. You are different to me in other ways though…. You are breath for me…you help create a space I can be myself in…you create a space that other people want to be in…you are good and kind and wonderful…you think about others and live your life for what is good and right…you have conviction and dignity and honor and love a faith and loyalty like I have never seen in another human being……. You are chivalrous…..
There is no way I can understand everything that is going on with you or why things are the way they are but I do know that your life is precious and gifted and important…I do know I want you to live it. I do know that I want you to do whatever you can to be happy and healthy. I do know I love every fiber of you… I am here if you need a friend…..I support you in all that you do on this path to getting healthy…with pom poms of course…
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
When I was in the darkest place
she showed up with a flashlight
And when I was so, so cold
she built a small fire
I know
if I were dangling from a tiny branch
poking out of a tall cliff
she would be there with rope
setting up nets underneath
I know this
because she did
Some days I am terribly sure
that not a soul gets me
There she is, though
with pom poms
(one that says *****
the other vanilla)
cheering
The world
just doesn’t know what compassion is
She defines it
And I love her
I owe her
And I got rope, a flashlight and some matches
so that one day
I can return the favor
And girl,
no number of wrinkles
could make you less beautiful
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
peach cobbler, that's what you remind of
the sweet, southern staple that everyone loves
but when the pom-poms fell from your hands
you told the girls in the van on the way to fun mountain
"I can't do those stunts anymore."
I still laugh at myself for my inappropriate and abrupt,
"WHAT!?!?"
but your collected calmness collected me
until i saw in the back of your eyes the collected fear
and realized the daunting fact,
that even though you were nearly 9 months my younger
in 9 months
you were going to have to be years older than me
we were raised to plan
but planning doesn't determine how life occurs
cause you never really plan to fall down
i know there were those who showed you love
but i'm sure being named "pastor's daughter" and labeled "cliche"
didn't do you any favors in the judgement days
and i'm sorry i only made you a dress to hide the bump
when you deserved a cape
to soar over that injustice
that no one has the right to serve
what its like to inhabit a body that is growing beauty
i don't know, but watching you
i have seen it can be ... a change
which, i'm sure, that doesn't even remotely explain ... does it?
no it's ... a Life Alteration of Volcanic Proportions
cause I'm sure, at times, you feel as if standing in the wake of an explosion
and sometimes the earth spews fiery filth at you
but i believe mothers are fire proof
cause they know they have beauty that grew inside
and when you look at that doe eyed, preschooler son
remember that love strengthens you
heaven is powerful
and you are both beautiful
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
Gatt wishes he'd never been born,
Says his brain is the size of a prawn,
You know the old spinner,
But he ain't much thinner,
That ****** Aussie is Shame Warne.
He can bowl a big turning ripper,
Then fool you with his quick flipper,
While he comments on sky,
And eats one more steak pie,
Before you're done up like a kipper.
Even with the bat he's not bad,
Drives the opposition quite mad,
He could captain them too,
More than Ponting's IQ,
But he's gone and us Poms are just glad.
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 12:49 AM UTC
7 o'clock
a light summertime dream
just before dark
unfolding it's scheme
painted in sandals
clovered kissed toes
lovely green shamrocks
are standing in prose
a fierce looking cat
Amber eyes
silver fur
bunting her leg
and giving a purrrr
getting back home
nearly hour gone by
look to the tree
playing ball in the sky
it looks like the moon
nearly 3 quarter size
outlined in countries
is neatly disguised
it's actually a ball
playing with leaves
That thing called the moon
has some tricks up its sleeves
she saw it glide down
and bounce off of a cloud
tipping it's hat
and bowing to town
See you tomorrow
her group of new friends
this just the beginning
we're far from the end
No need for luck
with her beau in the sky
a 3 quartered boy
with love in his eyes
she bows to the moon
as her Gypsy skirt flows
silver cat walking
wherever she goes
shamrock tipped pom poms
will twinkle her toes
Another summer time walk
with his dearest of Maidens
her toes and her eyes
are moon dipped and ladden
Goodnight Moon.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
I saw you today..
By accident..
Caught me off guard..
Wasen't expecting it..
You looked the same..
Head deep into your phone..
Unaware of what's going on around you..
Restored friendships...
With whom you hated...
All because I left you alone..
And all because you cant stand...
To be alone...
Cant say I'm surprised..
You were always high school..
All pom poms on game day..
All talk..
Loose lipped...
Knowing nothing of loyalty..
Starved for attention..
Mouth running constantly...
To whoever would listen..
Always kind of wide eyed..
And not really there...
Yea...
Nothings changed...
Your still the same...
What can I say though..
I have no regrets...
Walking away...
From a ****** up friendship..
You did me so *****
Like we were in high school..
And if you hadn't noticed...
I graduated years ago..
The life you choose to live with you and your kids...
Just isn't okay with me anymore..
You hang out with 21 year olds...
Girl, your 30...
Your Regina George's mom..
Quit playin...
This **** isn't funny...
I hope you invest all your..
"Extra time" into your kids..
They need you...
I'll miss them..
Ill miss you..
I use to love you like a sis...
But I grew up...
I've outgrown your ********
I've hung up my gown and tassel...
Its time for you to do the same..
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Losing control of the brighter things
that sit and smirk at me as
the twilight immerses itself
in the faint glimmers of reality.
Hold that fractured frigid shock
to myself so tight
it breaks and shatters
vomiting sterilized pom poms
laced with chocolate sticky kisses.
Struck me, Lick me, Luck my
humble circumstances as they dance
on the roof of my mouth
chilly strange deadly
turns to muck in the shmuck
at the corner of my brain.
In one moment I’m there
the next, I’m insane.
Minutes switch by slowly as the
natural drugs kick in
enlightening my sense of well-ebbing stretches
into a glass of string.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
.
This wee Scottish imp fell from the skies,
One mythic creature, telling only truths,
Fresh from a fabled land called Utopia—
Once gave a lecture to a room full of old,
Future splatterers of the status quo, dim
Poms and drones from a garrison called:
Oxford. God save the dream! Help us all . . .
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
have avoided all attempts
neatly gift-wrapped box
no innocent bystander
my own shapeless crinkling
paper bags or newspapers
crunched around clumsy mechanics
a garage built go-cart racer
tie with shoelaces
rubber bands and bread twisties
bike wheels in back
forward red wagon wheel
reconverted down side shafts
coiling and wrenching
back to cab meeting
half a broomstick handle bar
tasseled dangly pom-poms
painted on sheet metal hood
1014 signifying day we met
skidding each other's hearts
last year’s soap-box derby
not a pretty package
but when you open up and see
marvelous flaming paints
spinning our memories
I hope you know
you are my burning desire
Shall we blast it one last time?
I’ll make those vroom-vroom sounds
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
you are the popular one
the popular chick
it is what it is
now i'm popular, *****
standing on the field with your pretty pom-poms
now you're working at the movies
selling popular corn
i could have been a mess but i never went wrong
so i'm putting down my story in a popular song
my problem
i never was a model
i never was a scholar
but you were always popular
you were singing
all the song i don't know
now you're in the front row
because my song is popular
it's not about who you are
or your fancy car
you're only ever who you were
all that you have to do is be true to you
that's all you ever need to know
so catch it up
because you've got an awful long way to go
always on the lookout
for someone to hate
picking on me like a dinner plate
i hid during classes and in between them
dumped me in the toilets
now it's you that cleans them
tried to make me feel bad with the things you do
it ain't so funny when the joke's on you
got everyone laughing
got everyone clapping
asking
"how do you look so cool?"
that's the only thing that i learnt at school
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Who made the Orange,
for Uncle Sam.
The 60,000,000* litres,
they dropped on Vietnam?
It wasn't made, in the
United States!
So where, pray tell,
this mystery grates??
A clue for you, no
suspense, I'll keep,
It's a country, with as
many, litres* as sheep!
It's where they love to tell
you, that it is clean and
green, but it is far from that,
I know, I've been.
They were last, in the
world, to ban DDT.
They are xenophobic,
Pacific POMS, with a Zea.
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No © Please Plagiarise
this poem, spread it like
slurry on the streets.
Kiwi's have just banned
foreigners from buying
property in New Zealand.
They have no rights there,
it is Maori land, Maoris are
treated like 2nd class citizens.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
One Impossible Dream.
Paint me a picture
And I’ll write you a story.
Follow this rock star
And I’ll lead you to glory.
Find the heroine and I’ll make you a hero.
Find me a time bomb and I’ll send it to zero.
Fetch me an atom and I’ll split it in three;
Find me a dreamer and I’ll buy them a dream.
Yeah!
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come
Because the end is nigh!
Carpe Diem.
Come be my groupie, my lover, a quick ****
Pick up two pom-poms and come dance with us.
Make me happy and I’ll break no promise to you.
Pick up the guitar and come play me a tune.
**** shallowness and let vanity die;
Kiss me quick, time is not on your side.
Do what you want to don’t let them bring you down;
There’s no time left to worry, about looking a clown.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come
Because the end is nigh!
Carpe Diem.
Live for today, for tomorrow you may die;
Experiment with life and learn how to fly.
High up above all the blind human beings;
The unprepared, pessimists, who are unwilling to believe.
Take a risk, fulfill a fantasy;
Try something new, truly become free;
From consequences and people’s looks.
We’re all about to die, so just don’t give a ****
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come
Because the end is nigh!
Carpe Diem.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
you're a galaxy personified
i know what i mean.
you're trying to make it all work
your mind is like a dream.
one of the dreams that turns
to nightmares,
because it makes you want to ignore
the fact that i can be here and there.
(i swear. i'll be good.
i say it a million times,
but i mean it --
it just gets lost in the rhymes).
i'll be standing on the sidelines,
pom poms in my hand
you're making me so proud
i could maybe do a handstand.
a window and door will open
and you'll walk inside,
just like your light, my love,
you'll be enveloped by the sunshine.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
When I headbang- and we do headbang
since as far back as we remember-
my hair, shaking like clumps of phantom pom-poms,
has its fun, evading a spotty survivor's guilt,
making good use of training and conditioning
under diverse climates. But it still chafes
against a comb, which is understandable.
I don't relish being grabbed by my throat
although I have been, but very safely,
in the good humor of a modest Tropicana-
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
flickering flurries
‘neath burnishing beams
of molten moonlight’s
own gleaming iced dreams
in glistening glimpses
on winter whipped walk
stung lips cite the script
yet besotted eyes talk
under chunky knit pom-poms
cheeks peach’ily pink
over lingering indigo
brassy stars wink
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
Whatever happens from this moment forward
I promise I’ll always be your friend
That’s a lesson I’ve had to learn-
That I can never abandon the ones who matter
And from now on
You will always matter to me
We namaste together
And we take names together
So I can promise you with my heart
Nothing breaks this matching set.
I hold your pom-poms during the cartwheels
You hold my earrings during the bar fights
And from this moment forward
We’ll always have each other to hold.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC