"purty" poems
*yonder wave wants to come on in
can't make it go away
try so hard to chase away
steel reserve*
1.
don't come cryin' on yo broken shins
who dat talkin' ova der?
yo muvva just ain't home rite now
take ya scraggy bags
and vamoose outta here
pick up dem rings 'round yo trappin' eyes
and lasso 'em round dat red fin
tackle yo chapped lips
afore dem ships fall in yo calyx-cracks
quit dat naggin' bitch-mouth
here, have dis apple, ma piggie
and dems eyes o' yours dat shine so brite
might as well switch off dat lite
hide dem leather-hands dat look like dry branches
wat, even da desert don't win dis contest
pack dat stupid head in a box
der ain't nuttin' inside a see-through noggin
hide dem silly hopes under a hevvy sea
or bury it under da soles of yo crazi hart
take yo blasted treadin' to some udder place
some dark mine where dey can use yo help
and all dem purty words on pages yo just lurve a-spewin'
ain't no party here for fools no more
2.
den, der some funny rhydm 'gainst ma door
pushin' dat big wave
pushin' dat big wave
I'm a-pushing back jest as hard
but dat wrestlin' wave jest a-growin'
keeps a-knockin'
always rockin'
gonna come crashin' rite in
*ain't no good wishing, ma beloved darlin'
so many fine dreams
running silent
in dem luvverly veins under yo kick-startin' tongue*
yah, yonder waves gonna make a breakthrough
some day...
(mebbe)
S T, 21 augury 2013
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
the ghost of
Elvis
continued
eating
and
stopping
and plopping.
they sure were
going
no where
purty
****
quick
thought the
big fat bus
with the
big fat
yellow bootay...
something needs to be done
and
lickety
quick.....
pondered the big
fat bus
with the BIG fat Yellow Bootay...
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
It wasn't exactly a date
It was a lot more like fate
She was sitting on the gate
She had such a purty face
She'd look good in boots and lace
She was all beauty and grace
I sauntered up special like
I was more than a little tyke
I asked her to take a hike
We wandered to my fine mare
I felt like a millionaire
She chatted without a single care
She rubbed on that silky mane
Her name was Dorothy Jane
To hold her hand, my campaign
Her hand so sweet and so fine
Fit exactly into mine
My first date was so sublime
As time on the clock face ticks
I still remember the kicks
Even though I was just six
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
His eyes gleamed and played in his eye sockets, like marbles on a playground. When he spoke, he waved the arms of a worn windbreaker. Dried ***** pooled down the center zipper. This was a man who stopped to compliment my boots and not my face. Or skin. Or purty smile. The wind encircled us and almost pulled the cardboard with a toothy model on both sides out of his dried finger tips. His niece insisted he carry that thing around. If only she had given him an entire billboard instead.
When I saw the gaunt streetwalker, companion of the sunrise, keeper of the bottle--he had enough to live off the recycling from years--he reminded me of the naked frightening people we are when we peel off the fifteen layers of skin, disrobe, and dismantle our pride.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
THE LADY OF ALOT
Estatic when she's shopping,
The boughten things she's got;
Right proud of all her purty stuff,
She's The Lady Of Alot.
Alot of costly Chinese stuff
Imported hear by Walmart stores.
She useta shop at I Magnums but
She don't like them ones no more.
Irregardless, she believes she
Ain't not no ordnary ****
If she'd of got haffa chance
She'd of voted twice for Trump
And the strait Republican ticket
So The Donald can fix are country
Like he exhaled in his own companies,
Making lots of good clean money.
In her sweatshop-made clothing
She shouts allowed she can't wate
For the Grand Old Party and Trump
To agin make Murrkuh grate!
She feel she's happy in her ivory tower
With all the treasures she has got.
She sees nothing wrong with this country
The dense, nearsighted, Lady Of Alot.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
Gosh o gee I think yer neat.
Ya got nice hair. I like yer feet.
An yer cat. An yer dog two.
Shucks! I think I's sweet on you.
P'raps weel marry up sum day.
(Whens weer old an gettin gray)
Til then heck, o gosh gee wiz
Can I just steel a little kiss?
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 2:27 AM UTC
there lie many fishes in the sea.
that's not a real word, boy.
TAKE IT BACK!
and my lips as bright as janice's.
and my cheeks swollen like hers' too.
oh, this up-do, it just hurts so bad.
that i wish what i felt could be real.
that it wouldn't end just when the wig is torn off.
by daddy-gone-bourbon.
and do you want to be a pretty little thang?
OH.
I'LL MAKE YOU A PURTY LITTLE THANG.
tear you a NEW one.
and rip you open
Like the burlap sack your mama was...
then we'll see how well the aqua net works on your
up.do.
He didn't die for you, boy.
He didn't die for you.
clean yourself up, it's your birthday, after all.
and then it puts away the ***** pictures.
and it settles it's "pretty little self" into bed...
limping.
oh it's legs are so broken.
its marfan limbs tremble.
but i can't do nothing no one else done.
i just wanted to know if it was a real word.
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
It's HELL.
It's a po' try.
It ain't pro--retry.
It's a poo hole.
It ain't purty.
Sinkin' lo, yo.
It's loopy.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
...
Yourn purty flirt
enveloped mine cerebral's
chapter
yourn expose instigated
mine weak
mine dither
affecting this spew
From your bottom limb's attach
unto your haunch's camber's
entice
mine eyne found entertain as
morning's Spring wind winched
thine
glabrous humid tumid's
raiment
Ahhhh
vernal ardor
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
The squaw that stroked the camel's sack had finally dun herself in.
She looked into the eyes of the beast,
and became powerful frightened of his wicked grin!
Oh Holy Moly how that one stroke too far had engorged his needed ****
She saw her touch had unleashed a devlish urge and swallowed hard with a lump..
Swollen from lust..
And in need of a ******
He pawed his hooves at the ground..
Never in her short sqaw life had she heard anything snortin such a hellacious sound!
Then she saw the enormous size
of the thing she had rized..
And the camal hocked a big ol spit..
The sweet lil thang Cherokee hollered, and her mocassins took her off lickety split..
He came chargin right behind her, bound and determined, nostrils round n aflared..
Man! You should have seen that purty lil squaw runnin, by gawd she was ascared!!!
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC