"spunky" poems
She is equipped with sensitive *******
and those other secret places
that ladies give out as prizes
to deserving guys as long as
they adopt the right disguises
of gods, gurus, intellectual giants,
goats, children, father figures, macho brutes,
sugar-daddies, supermen, seminal vessels,
house-repairers, jar openers, jocks, hate objects,
handy shoulders to cry on, emotional support systems,
sensitive, intuitive, yet strong silent types
who can also pay the bills,
tall dark and handsome total strangers,
toy boys, clowns, jugglers, jokers, millionaires,
wood choppers, ******* removers,
bottomless reservoirs of reassurance
or just plain spunky studs when the moon is right.
In fact, anything but woffly wimps.
Oh God, no. Anything but woffly wimps.
Yes, but what about stoic, steadfast SNAGS,
you know, the Sensitive New Age Guys
who won’t face-shift for a ****
Yes, well, let's try to sum all this up here right now.
I think that the woman is dripping
with a brimming reservoir
of luscious and sensitive resources on tap for
the man who can figure out her cosmic kaleidoscope
of swirling dreams and desires,
which is definitely not to say she can’t be totally independent.
Although please don't be confused.
Friendly boy-next-door types who are handsome,
aren't too hairy, who like to laugh, who have a boyish braggadocio,
who are students, who appear to be intellectuals,
who are not nerds,
and who can **** it in the kitchen, who can be oh, so cool,
who can convince a maiden that she is in distress,
and is in need of rescuing, while he has
a swaggering hard-on will do, too.
Oooh. You devil.
And if you think this poem is misogynist, misanthropic or myopic,
well, I’ve been around and by now, well,
I really should be panoptic
because I’ve seen all the fads,
and really, it’s sadly too bad
about those poor old
earnest SNAGS.
But you know what?
I don't think I understand anything, because
I'm really a victim of worshiping women.
I'm bedazzled and as blind as the next man, and
yes,
I'm just happy whenever I'm with them.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
Her platinum blonde hair was a firm
spunky Irish when she was a kid
And compelled me to wish for time travel
as I have loved her since she's existed
She says she'll table dance if she wins
All for a package of crackers I'd have
never kicked her out of bed for eating
Says if I'm lucky she'll pick Mardi Gras beads
I told her that from her wedding picture
Veronica Lake had nothing on her
She said straight into my transparent heart:
"I've had a good life"
. . .and I was lucky
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Gabby Abrego
I'll never let you go go
unless we go to Mexico
and you be come a hobo!
Then I'll go.
and fetch the so co.
so we can dance to disco
eat enchiladas with adobo
pick the **** out of our Afros!
We'll feel so funky,
the people will get spunky
when we arrive on donkeys,
and ride around their towns!
We'll befriend all the junkies
and give them howler monkeys,
it'll be so funny
we'll laugh until you cry!
Ohh! Gabby Abrego I'll never let you go go
unless I get you prego
then I'll run like mad!
cuz if we had a baby
I'd stop being lazy
get as famous as THE LADY
support you like Eminem did for his baby.
So Never Ever leave me
Or I'll succumb to Scientology
and go even more crazy
my world'd become a mystery.
I'd rather be a rhino
rather be tricked into a *****
rather be married to Bono
in a movie starring J.Lo
be forced to live with Yoko Ono
have red eyes like an albino
than to ever be with out
Gabby Abrego!!!
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 1:01 AM UTC
I used to wear this hair as a badge of courage
That the fire in me would never subside.
But now I find myself broken down
Digested by life.
I used to wear this hair to spite life
To challenge it to a never ending duel.
But now I find myself defeated
Incapacitated if you will.
I used to wear this hair as a declaration
That I would always be spunky.
But now I find myself deflated
Unable to continue on.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 8:00 AM UTC
You may not know it by looking at me
But I live life on the edge
At any given moment on any given day
I laugh in the face of death
Why, just the other night I didn't brush my teeth
Before I went to bed
That may shock you beyond all belief
But that's just the reckless man that I am
And if that isn't crazy enough
I remember not so long ago
Going outside in the pouring rain
Without my galoshes on
Can life be lived any more daring
I know your dying to ask
When you live life on the edge like I do
That my friend is a simple known fact
So don't say I didn't warn you
That I live a wild and crazy life
It may put your head into a spin
But that's just how it is that I ride
When I'm feeling extra spunky I refuse to use blinkers
And use hand signals instead
That's how it is in the business
Of riding in the fast lane with death
Your probably thinking with all of this madness
How can one man even survive
I guess I need to clarify I'm very careful
With a lot of things in my life
I do wear my cars safety belt
I've read up on all of the facts
Speed kills even at the top end of twenty
Which I do to save on my gas
And anti-bacterial lotion
I don't do one squirt but two
Don't let that change your opinion of me
Being Mr. Daring to you
Cause one thing that I always do
And I know your going to say "NO WAY!"
I sometimes ride the city bus
Without having the correct change..
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
Awe Evie you came here fighting. Pulling the oxygen out of your nose. Trying to get out of the incubator you were not having it little girl. You are such a doll baby with a beautiful face. I love your orange hair I can't wait to see what color it will turn out to be. You are named after me Ms. Evieana Lillian. I'm named after my grandmother which makes you the third. My grandmother had red hair she was biracial just like you. So it's so cute that you have her name orange hair and spunky attitude. I thank you for being strong enough to fight. Wonderful enough to love and a small bundle enough to hug and kiss on. You are my Lilly boo and I thank Jehovah that I got the chance to meet you❤.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
there is this boy
and he is
very black
and very muscular
and
he could easily
overpower me
and he thinks my
legs
are
nice
and my dad would
crap his pants
if he ever saw him near me
because dad is still scared
of black people
there is this boy
he is very white
and a little dorky
but i like the way
his face
makes funny eyebrow smiles
he never
leaves
me
alone
and dad wouldn't care
if he was with me
because this boy is too scared
to do
anything
there is this boy
that is really more like a man
and he drives a jeep
and fishes a lot
and takes pictures
and draws on his ipad
and he's kind of a ****
but he told me i'm spunky
and that i make him smile
and that he
likes me
i was glad
to make him
smile
dad would probably
be
his best
friend
there is this boy
who i thought was really big on jesus
but it turns out he wanted to take me into a walk in freezer
pour chocolate on me
and lick it off
i liked him because i thought he was nice
but he wanted me
to
lick
his
fingers
and other things
too
i said
no
dad would
shoot him
there is this boy
that plays the trumpet
and has a receding hairline
but he's only like
twenty two
and he
likes to find my face
and smile at me
because he wants to know
if i'll smile
back
he wanted to give me
a massage
and a long hug
i wish he would
tell me
he liked me
so maybe we could be
together
dad would
think he was
the marrying type
there is this boy
who likes to tell me what he's wearing
which is usually silky underwear
blue ones
red ones
sometimes
none
the first night i knew him
he sent me a picture
of his ***
it was really
white
he wants to
draw a bath for me
and watch me
in the bubbles
he tells me
i can touch him
anywhere
i want
he'll touch me
too
dad would skin him
after
he shot him
there is this boy
who is high
or drunk
24/7
he makes me watch awful scary movies
he is silly
playful
he
loves
me
but he is in
california
and he only loves me
as a friend
he wants a blonde
not a redhead
and that is ok
we would be too much for this world
if we were together
anyway
dad would
hate
him
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
My perfect princess
Loves to dance and dress
My princess perfect
Causes no distress
Sings just for affect
Angel in my heart
Lover of all art
A painter, writer
My princess my ****
A demure fighter
The ***** in spunky
The funk in funky
The warmth in my soul
Happiness *****
Perfect daughter role
Strait "As" in her school
No boy's Blonde haired fool
Boy terminator
Dependence too cruel
An animator
My perfect princess
Loves to dance and dress
My princess perfect
Causes no distress
Can't know her affect
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
I have never quite understood it,
But every now and then,
A smile that is very rare appears on your face.
I doubt you even realize it.
It creeps out when you sing in the car.
When you are proud.
When you hold a volleyball in your fingertips.
When you look at the mountains.
And I wish there was a way for me to capture that.
You don't know the pride I have in you,
My little sister,
When you grin like the world
Does not control your mouth.
I want you to know you can smile.
You have every right.
Let your eyes be the sunshine,
Let your lips paint the canvas
In shades of yellow, pink, and orange.
Stretch your arms out wide so you can
Welcome each soul with kindness,
Because I know that's who you are.
I know this because I am her, too,
The girl with stars in her eyes
And her heart on her sleeve.
And let me tell you,
There is not a better place to wear it,
Because the pain that comes with it
Is so worth the beauty that follows.
Because the people that break your heart
Will always be followed by the ones
That have been picking up the pieces
So they could return them to you.
All of me wishes you knew your inner beauty.
Of course you are gorgeous outside, as well,
But dig deep,
Shovel down in to your soul until you see the gem.
And I cannot believe you do not already,
Because you shine so brightly
That even the moon pales in comparison.
Karena, you are compassionate.
You feel things that people overpass;
You are the definition of a "friend."
Forgive, forgive, forgive...
Because you do not have time to hate.
Holding grudges is not your style;
And although I do not always think it's wise,
I admire you very much for that.
You see the good in others.
Thank you
For seeing the good in me.
Remember, forever and always,
That I love you.
I'm always your biggest fan.
We've been through it all together,
And that will never change.
Don't lose the spark in your eyes,
Or the warmth in your heart.
Keep being spunky and opinionated.
You are a fire, a ball of life,
And isn't it wonderful
That while some merely
Exist,
You are truly
Alive.
And please--
Never
Stop
Smiling.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
It is time to compile, as it has been a while
and it is worthwhile, to trial
an animal style, that is very versatile.
So, tonight we will do and so-with accrue,
an insight into something funky and spunky,
and do a little Kung Fu Monkey.
But not the whole training sessions,
will be spent on our Monkey Expression,
we will also train, some kung fu just plain.
So, come to training tonight you must,
just come, do not be fussed, else you will rust
your kung fu skills and health too will go bust.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Ooo! Wee!
Ya got it on my armpit and hair
from my belly, I think you sings it from an egg
the push and pull, the truth and dare
rain-bead pearled in cloudlight bed
was it something I said? Or touched?
All my ex liked to talk about is ***
and wild intricacies like wow, buddy
I'm right here kinda spunky and funny
but his receptacle and receptacle-ees
aren't that interesting to me
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
I fell in love with this girl
And her spunky Cadillac,
We rode it every day, felt it hum and watched it fly,
One day I thought
I loved her not,
So I stole her spunky Cadillac
We ran away
Off the beaten path,
Then I met this girl,
I was in love;
She was in my
Cadillac
My car rode off,
And so did my heart.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
It's her, the woman of steely resolve,
who fills every lighted part
of my consciousness,so thankful, I am to her
The wife who never lets down
her man who faltered and fell,
love being the ***** in her armor
she is careful not to hurt there,
our eyes exchange texts, only
we could read and an instance
She was the one who found me out
lost from the neighborhood of her heart,
brought me back from the outback
from the jaws of the beasts of prey,
where i was stuck in a thorny thicket,
lost almost for ever bleeding,pale,
if only she didn't decide to conduct
a one woman adventure, a rescue mission
against all odds,with much *****
and presence of mind, one rarely see
even in alpha males,who habitually
boast aloud,of having ***** to stand up
against any adversity and fight.
For me it was she who did it and all alone!
Young and callow,
a bird of infirm wings still,
alone i flew long distances
circled around,hallucinatory visions,
lost my way, eventually went down,
my love may have failed before,
but she happened ,in the moment of epiphany,
otherwise would I ask her , without a second thought
to be with me all through the journey of my life?
It would not have been,but her heart listened
to my voice wistfully spoke to it, as if becoming weak,
caught in a storm lashed over the thicket and
she came searching at the right time, rescuing me .
Gun fights and volcano eruptions we survive,
even thunder storms, mad dog attacks and cheats,
broken hearts and misfortunes of every kind too.
Never do I forget this dear face of courage,
the woman staying firmly behind me, a sturdy rock,
sticking to her faith on me and a prayer on her lips,
with the staunch belief that I'll come out a winner.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
The world has lost its way
Addicted to lust and ****
***** and floored
Swathed by cyborg technology!!!
Lost themselves
Made bionic feelings
Of false self help
Their ways of living
And no room for laughing!!!
Their trusses are teathered
Demons with feathers
Using planes for war
Buying hypnotic's on shore
Spending money for hypnotic's
*** trade of the ******
Average being
Turned psychotic
As the hospitals are bashed with junkies
For tis,
Yes
The devil's quite spunky
Thy mind is all funky
Thine cars thou hast made roomies
As thou forgot thy wife and beau
Thou hast ruined mine view
Put lazors in space
**** babies by race
And romantic's tis
Should I even mention thou?
I chuckle and puke
To thineself I rebuke!!!!
As I seeketh reality,
Tis
Still choking in mine own claret!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
I know they say you're like Harley.
That's because you're **** fun, crazy!
You're scandalous, sassy, in charge.
But
They don't think about Joker,
When they say that.
They don't say you're like the Joker's girlfriend
Sidekick
Thing.
They say you're like Harley.
You're badass and spunky and full of energy.
Daring and inspiring and loving too.
You've got such a big heart.
But you don't need to be Harley, to be like Harley.
Your role model is a great one.
Always, always be you.
Keep your idol in your heart.
But don't steal her boyfriend.
That's her man
To be mean to her
Who she pines after
Who she cries over.
Don't steal her life,
Because her life seriously *****
You can be like Harley,
And still be you.
Being like Harley is pretty cool
Being you is the coolest.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Such a short time
in which this feeling of fear
has grown enough
to control my life.
I "woke" each morning,
eager for the day,
eager for that class.
Acceptance,
and laughter-
a place where
we all look like fools
and our problems are left
on the coatrack outside the room.
I thought,
maybe I can do this,
maybe,
I can be happy,
just for a little bit.
I went so far as to socialize.
I thought this could be the year
to turn things around,
to finally be happy,
but then I made a mistake.
Socializing with someone
whom I would see in class,
outside,
and online.
Talking to me out of pity
or to make a fool of me
I know not which,
but I know now it was a mistake.
I was so happy,
just for a little bit,
and he made me happier,
but now fills me with fear
and an uncontrollable
nervous shake as we talk.
Chill, relaxed,
lucky for him as
he makes my heart beat fast
and not in a good way,
in a way that makes me self conscience
and close to tears.
Carefree personality,
but the way he speaks of women,
When he speaks,
like males often do,
of the petite sort of girl.
Bouncy and bubbly,
with short dyed hair
flowery skirts,
and spunky
with a perfect figure.
She's perfect!
He'll exclaim,
as his sort always do,
and I have to then hide my tears.
I go home and fall to the ground
curled in a ball
of my own pathetic tears.
Body overrun with the knowledge
that no man will ever lay back
at the end of a day and think
"I'm glad she's in my life"
"She makes me smile"
"I can't wait to see her again"
"How beautiful she is"
I'll never know that feeling.
I'll finish my starved
and shaky day
by confronting
my plain,
fat self
in that cracked mirror.
Now I "wake",
dreading the one class
I really liked.
Fearful of the irrational self loathing he causes.
Looking around to see a terrifying standard
of what is desirable.
Observing those beautiful girls
who know how to match their clothes
and style their hair
who leave school to live their lives,
while my mismatched cloth
and scraggly hair
goes home
to read books on how to fix a speech impediment,
on how to socialize,
on how not to be me.
How pathetic I am.
I'm not even sure why I'm scared,
or why his words hurt,
I just know that being there
kills me.
It rips me apart
and leaves my lifeless body
broken on the floor,
begging for death.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
*They are all drunk, light footed, swank
spunky babes and daring guys once in campus
now yellowing leaves in slanting evening light
their dress, manners and assured pace suggest
"There is no need for any hurry in our lives any more"
all those songs deeply buried quickly surface
after all these years of total separation, can you believe?
They started from where they left, many decades back
memories poured out, collected in pools, happy faces
reflected on that clear surface like before,
and words regained their cadence of those days of yore
meanings deeply buried under the dead leaves of
fallen years surfaced, tickled, they giggled and shared secrets
once more as if still in teens they are
The last thing one remembers,
before slipping in to stupor is Happiness
a parakeet with colorful wings floating on the air,
lovingly calling each one's pet name in campus then,
magic that went missing from lives, all these years
was brought back by memories, they find what that means
there it was thick in the night air, past , chocking every throat,
a simulacrum of past, white clad ghost embraced them tight.*
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Attractive and spunky
happy and content
quiet, yet funny
I wonder what it is that makes you so magnetic
I'm not the only one I know this for sure
but I'm selfish when it comes down to it
I'll share, but I won't like it
Hello, how are you? I uhhh forgot what to say
I'll just be quiet and smile with every word you speak
I'll take it all in and enjoy every minute
why am I being so shy? I'm usually a loud ***
This is weird
whatever, I'll just go with it
Man, I would love to say something creative right now
I'm speechless, what the hell?
This is the perfect point where I could win you over
I'm failing, just keep laughing and smiling
I really hate me right now
annnnd there she goes....
Bye!....oh and btw you're gorgeous, and I would love for us to take a walk
out on a beach or a picnic and share some deep thoughts....of course, now I know what to say
You just might be the only one that has me so wrapped up so fast
I have got to settle down, I don't even know enough yet
I'm not even sure if I want anything
It doesn't seem like I'd get hurt with you
Here I am looking waaaay too far into the future
Ok, so these other girls are talkin to me
you're cool
not her
so are you
not her
you are too
not her
this is ridiculous
I need to step back
I think I'll just stop talking to you for a lil
I don't want you to think that I'm too much
I love your company
your personality
what you think about
I cherish the moments when I get to see any of it
God I need to stop
Here I am over doing it
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC
They said " Aren't you mistaken,
the flower of your choice, has no color, just plain"
*I said with a grin, "But didn't you see? look twice then,
she is pithy and sublime, for me the mien not the skin"*
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
I peer out of a window frame located somewhere in my house
And to my surprise find little birdies finding breakfast in my yard.
A take to them instantly,
Watching them,
Because last night was especially hard for me
And this was the most calming thing I would ever see.
I stand there for about five minutes or more, enjoying every second.
And then I wonder; what if humans could be like birdies?
Think about it, the birdies have absolute freedom.
They aren't lead by herds or democracies, only flocks.
And those flocks come together and make peace
To get a common goal fulfilled.
They may fly off into the distance
The wind running through their feathery wings
And the best part is
Once they leave, they don't have to come back.
They fend for themselves
And do things how they like
Without being ridiculed by anyone else every moment.
They are naturally beautiful creatures
And have spunky tempers,
But are still stunning in both ways
Nonetheless.
As I peer out of the window in that room, I get upset.
Oh how I wish I was as brave and as wonderful as these creatures.
Because I have always wanted to find my own sanctuary in this world like them.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
*Give Me That Funky Stuff
Dress me up
in Uptown blues
and get down funk.
So hot, god ****
Say what!
I heard once
someone say,
“If you lick my soul,
I will feed your funk”.
So in a wave of funkadelic haze
let me soul up your funky,
spunky dance floor displays
with rhythm, blues
and dance hall daze.
So girl,
let me funk you up!
Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.28.16*
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
I like to think I got an angel with wings wrapped about me like a scarf.
It looks like a he, with bushy black hair and cold sapphire eyes,
He has a dark soul, but a good heart,
And he loves me,
Deeply cause I'm God's child, I'm property of God's
He's not gonna let anything hurt me,
And he's fun and shy. Sorta spunky. He has long lacy black wings, and arms as strong as oceans waves.
He's invisible of course though, but that's why I'm still alive, I got an angel watching out for me.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
You are gonna come
And he's so spunky
They get so big and black
Only during Thursdays
I think he has time
He goes in and out
Be gentler with the littler ones
[something in another language]
He goes "I love you, sugar"
That's so sweet
He goes in and out a lot
Oh yeah?
I heard that when I was a kid.
Wait till they hit ten.
I guess it depends
[indistinct chatter]
She was a little ****
[Clatter of keyboard keys]
"Chai?"
I got super excited.
Easily 20+ times.
Brothers ****
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
Look at him dance so meticulously across the stage,
see his arms flow in harmony above his stringed-head.
Watch his bouncing-legs move in step with the agenda,
they move his fingers with such care, flys in air
with such delicacy, they can make him smile,
manipulate his eyebrows with subtle grace,
such excitement they paint on his face.
He's such a spunky toy, a prisoner,
a boy looking to cut strings.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC