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There once was a man from Niagara whose wiener's so long it would stab ya' but when it got little his pills became skittles until he O.D.'d on Viagra © ~JSLambert 2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!
Two days without The biggest jerk I ever knew Two days without him God, what am I gonna do. I'm lost inside this house going crazy out of my mind I don't know what to do with myself Exasperated for hours at a time. I'm not spilling tears Just awaiting his return I'm not feeling fear I'm just lonely for his arms. Out the window My eyes continue to gaze Searching for his car Looking for his face. Headlights pull in Flashing at my eyes My heart beats harder My spirit lights afire. My feet moving of their own accord Running, leaping Barreling into his arms. Smile breaks Like the light From clouds On a sunny day. Eyes Glow Fireflies of sapphire Twinkling in the dark Like a diamond heart. Fingers reaching Touching and rubbing Pulling closer Feeling whole at once. Lips busying themselves To smother with a kiss Where does it end Where does it begin. Two whole days Without the biggest Jerk I know I don't want to do it again I don't want my love to go.
My darling enigma, my dove You're the epitome of my love Your smile shines at me pearly white Pale skin shines and glints in the light Silken locks, obsidian flow Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow Peals of laughter ring like a bell Enchant me; I'm under your spell You walk with a musical flow Tiptoeing with softness through snow But, alas, you open your mouth Utter tripe spilling out If only you'd keep your mouth shut. (Love from Anonymous)
...Now I ain't without notoriety, Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker. She was big in the Purple Hat Society and broke her hip,...while playing soccer. When I met her, she was on the mend, and she knew.. what I was after... and I said I'd catch her when I can, She said to push that walker a lil' faster. She had her a "lectric wheel chair, I just had my old walker and me, she was pretty fast for a blue hair... "till I crashed into her I.V. tree... Well, they fitted my leg with plaster, and I kinda forgot what I was after... "till one day, she wheeled in to see me, Yep. Said she'd come ta free me! Now we sit together, cozy up and talk about the weather. We compare wrinkled tatoos, and guess what they are, we may share a shot of booze, we don't go too awful far... We keep our orthepedic shoes under the same bed, and I retired as a walker stalker, meals on wheels keeps us fed and we keep our teeth... in the very same locker. ("Nite Nite, Darlin.") Composed and Written by- Robert A. Dufresne
Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse? Thou aren't more lovely, but more flatulent. Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce And all her clothes hath all too short a rent Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn, And often is the true nature exposed; And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns, By reason, or by nature's raging closed. But thy infernal diet shall ne'er start Nor gain possession of which now I grasp; Nor shall we meet again; let's stay apart, When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp, So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry, So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
Kiss saves and kills Drop by drop KISS increases To form an ocean of EMOTION EMOTION in love billows Around many pillows With PASSION it is POWERED You lose control over your EMOTION Your EMOTION now sets you in MOTION To the journey of no return. You may ask, What is bad in it? The bad IN it is at the END of it!
not sure how she got here only know she needs to leave underneath the stranger my arm numb; asleep, mouth a desert. a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry princess of night exposed by light. get me out of this; another dreaded morning mess. bed broken along with my will. I swore never again; the lie is half the thrill. ~JSLambert
1. My ex-girlfriend tried to impress me when She told me that she is "Fasting"! And I knew That she was true because, I saw just how Fast she ate that basket of chicken....... 2. The next time that she told me that she was "Fasting" It was three (03) double meat Whoppers! And I have never Seen three (03) double meat Whoppers go so quicK...... 3. My ex-girlfriend was so upset! She explained that when She was young that she could bounce a dime Off of her butt. Only now, when she bounce the same dime It only flops! So, I looked on the bright side and told her that now she can Bounce a quarter on her belly button and it only drops! 4. The last time that I saw her, she was "Fasting" on a box of cookies. * And boy, those (03) box's of cookies sure went fast! Explanation: That is none sence and no one got fat in the making of this pun! 4. I just hate it when my ex-girlfriend call's me! Usually I keep my cell phone on vibrate and in my front pocket. My EX-friend Know's this. She also, know's that I have a bladder problem! Every time she blow's up my phone it make's me pee! I know that I hate it, but she give's me such a warm feeling and I take what I can get! 5. My ex-girlfriend is so stupid that she can't ever give me a piece of her mind! She has to get an substitute..... Ha! Ha! Ha! He, He, He! 6.My ex-girlfriend, She alway's cut me short!........ She wanted to give me a piece of her mind, buy, she didn't have enough brain cell's left! Ha! Ha! Feel the Joke! Uh! EMBARRASSING QUESTIONS? 1. When you "Pass Gas" and you know you did........ And no-body heard it........ Is it proper to wait for someone to smell it first, before you say, excuse me.......... Is it really too late....... That is what my girlfriend doe's! * I would just blame it on a friend! Moments To Share: My ex-girl friend and I were discussing a poem that I wrote! She told me that it was an perfect oxymoron....... I told her that she was just a moron! Words' To Live by: I was trying to explaine my mis-giving's to my EX-girlfriend...... I told her that the problem was, not that I really love you, because I don't! The problem is that I just can't get you out of my mind!
I'm polynonsensicalamorous; For me, Romance is calamitous, I woo and charm, And raise some alarm, When I try to arouse, ... By flexing my arm! Some days its almost ridiculous, Whatever I do, It's frivolous! So I dress to impress, But I'm always despairing, When I walk through the door, I hear: "What are you wearing?" They told me love was fabulous, If you want the truth: It's strenuous! When I try to hit, I always miss, That hug I got, ...Should've been a kiss! But if all is fair in love and war, I should keep trying until I score, And maybe one day I will cease to fuss, If only I wasn't... Polynonsensicalamorous.
The only one My heart hopped, Or I should say 'stopped', I was shocked, Because with me, he talked! It's me, the only one, Whom he chose, I'm the luckiest one on the earth, It is like he has given me a red rose! I was surprised, he's so cute! I stared at him, my voice mute, It was like I was on cloud nine, As if we were going to dine! I was fully filled with glee, The other girls did envy me, He's the handsomest, of all men, And I said, "Yes, you can take my pen."
Here's what I'm thinking now at the end of the world: There are no atheists in foxholes— no theists in politics. If knowledge is power, and power corrupts, then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? Does it matter that I didn't't love you? Would it have mattered if I did? There's a poetry reading tonight whence I'I'll chide other poets who don't sit alone. I won't bring up death but I might have to breathe, even into a mike and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo maybe even a wince or two. Just maybe I'I'll talk about love and how following your heart is like following a dog— it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). But how many times have I used that line since the story I wrote about you, a witty and sexy and fictional you? Most likely I'I'll read something tonight about you. I won't recite it from memory because I don't think about you that much anymore, not even when I search for my socks in your drawer or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? I don't remember your eyes except they are blue. And I don't remember you, not even when I smell cucumber and apple, not even when I sleep on my side of the bed or when you walk through the door happy to see me; even then I don't remember you. Does it matter that I don't love you? Would it have mattered if I did? How about a few one-liners for the end of days?— Depression is self-awareness, which you'd know if you were; I need Ritalin to listen to you, Lithium to hug you, Viagra to feel you, and Valium to sleep. All you need is me standing there, waiting at home with turns of phrase and word plays telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand but want to buy as much as I can and how I love celebrity gossip and detest poetry slams and find rhyming trite except when I am. Hypocrites can still be right, which you do understand because you nod at my nonsense about fighting the man. But now, at the end of all things— I'm speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, and you're just sitting there, smiling asking me to pass the bread.
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey First Love… Real Love - Forever True Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You… Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder And Said, "I'll Tell You Somethin', Now You're Older It's got to do with Your Mother's Fame And Why I gave Her, The Nickname… … Boot-Legged Mama Boot-Legged Mama Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store … Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour … Boot-Legged Mama Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party… Pa… Was there, 'cause of a Taste for Bacardi He took One Look and Knew He Couldn't Waste Her Pa… Gave-up 'Drank'… Just so He Could Chase her ! Dad, Said, 'He'd Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff' Nuff' to Down-Drama Pa Claims, Mama's Labeled by the F.D.A. And Listed on Her Driver's License is, A.K.A. … … Boot-Legged Mama Boot-Legged Mama Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna' Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine … Married at Midnight – 'cross The County-Line … Boot-Legged Mama Alcohol's in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her: "Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !" Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste 180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case ! Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room Pa, Teased and Said, "Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed ! Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress… (and good advice)… "Go Git' My Elliot Ness… … and be a Boot-Legged Mama! ( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl …. Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol ! Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ... Boot-Legged Mama …. Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son) MoonBee (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)
I got up at six this morning Feeling kind of weak I had a shave and showered As I walked my bones would creak I have very bad arthritis But I can kill the pain I just have to take Viagra Then go back to bed again My girl is exasperated Found out six months ago A Viagra in the morning Will keep me on the go I cuddled next to her ":Lets dance they're playing our song" Sleepy eyed she lay there Snoring all along Next morning I woke up A note said she was gone "Next time you hear your music You must dance it all alone"
Even though our time is just A moment here and there To me you'll never be The average everyday affair I know I'm just a picture In the memory of your mind The girl you keep a secret The girl you leave behind There was a time I'd lay awake And dream of you and I There was a time I wanted more There was a time I'd cry For love is never easy When it's given just by one Love is never easy When for him it's just for fun Love is never easy When you think that it's for real But when the spell is broken It's not love, but lust you feel Your dreams diminish one by one Illusions fade away And in their place reality Has come to have its say So now I know the secret To a passionate affair To just enjoy the moment To live without a care To take each moment as it comes With eyes now open wide But always with your secret love You just enjoy the ride...
'Love is patient' 'Love is kind' The thought of love Can turn you blind. But... Now we must Take some steps To verify those Deep regrets. The first problem you see Was that. . . He lied about You being fat That in turn Led ya to Beleiving that He 'accepted' you. Mirrors were made For a darn good reason And thinking you are nothing special Is high, high treason... But no! He's perfect And no! He's kind Seriouslly sister You've lost your mind. The recipe to love Is that You have to love your self. It's not about your facial features Or the size of ya belt. The man should be a rock to lean on And not! A heartless swine. So please next time. Do pick him wisely Make sure he has a spine!
BED BUGS BITES It's time to fix the mattress fluffy pillows and blankets, enough room for just one more. BITE ME' if you can! Swat after, swat, after swat! Red itchy skin, what the h3ll! The open breeze feels real good, crawling too bite NATE! BY; PD ________________________________________ NOTE~ I've never been bitten by these insects, I just love the way my mother would always say... "Don't let the bed bugs bite!" Contest: "Bite me!" **I bite Nathan, who'll probably will love it ;-)**...LOL...
Cold stares heart tares
i dont care who you are or what you think of me build me up and break me down then take your "stuff"* and flee i hate you you know it too so bring it to my plate take a point and hold my ground to not spew all my hate you were so nice in the beginning well, what the "heck"* are you now? gone, love, thats what you are a filthy ugly cow i am still the nice guy lord, you have said so much worse and still im here, i still get by a blessing, not a curse. i didnt snap hard enough to say what i meant
I love your soft kisses.I love firm but gentle touch. I love the way you bite your lip.I love you soooooo much. I love the way you look at me.I love the way you smile. I love the way you're shy sometimes,Every once and a while. I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you. You think I do not realize it, But really...I do. I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep. I love how you bite your lip when something turns you on. I love the way you rub your neck,when you are thinking so deep. I love all of you,Your nose, your lips, your hair, even your smelly feet. I love how you drink Dr Pepper. Morning noon and night. I love how if someone puts me down your always there first one there ready to fight. I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet. I love that I love you.I have loved you from the very start. I LOVE ALL OF YOU,You alone hold the key to my heart.
"If I feel physically, as if the top of my head been taken off, I know it's poetry." --Emily Dickenson ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ No money no honey from this honey You may look but won't rub this fine tummy; That maybe so, but I ain't no dummy Shining like gold—don't you touch this Emmy! Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy, Don't treat me like an Egyptian mummy; You have nerves to tell me I look yummy Step back—know that I will not be chummy! Say what, you will find another bunny? Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy; Tonight I'm keeping safe my sweet plumy Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy! Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny, Shuggy—I ain't got time tonight bummy! © Joseph, November 28, 2008 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~ Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009. ~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~ Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009 ~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffalo Bill Stood in the rain and caught a chill Was very ill and in some pain He moaned and groaned…"This is a calamity, Jane!!"
Your raging hormones you must ignore For desires will shake you to your core Listen to your heart Before you embark Make love with someone you truly adore. Sciences class teaches us what we should know About body parts and where they should go Willie goes in Muff Quicken breaths we huff All consumed till body fluids flow. But alas the girl did not have none Boy finished before girl was done He is satisfied She is horrified Damn the hype about two joining as one.
Do you know? I have read that is to give him good and plenty food. Is that true? What about kindness and love? Faithful girlfriend or wife. Friendship the whole life. Be there for you in good days and bad days. Strong love will always grow. Do you find the key to your mans heart ? A-L Andresen :)
I chanced upon a memory that seems like yesterday but it was really long ago and oh, so far away. It was a chilled November night and in my thirteenth year the stars were gathered in my eyes for the one I loved was there. We sat there talking quietly I, full of nervous doubt just trying to sound normal thinking that I might pass out. He was quite a few years older a friend that had been true I knew that he had won my heart and I hoped he felt it, too. My heart was beating way too loud through my words I stumbled and when he looked deep in my eyes oh, how my stomach tumbled! I thought that I would die right there he made my dreams come true he said the words I longed to hear he had felt the same way, too! He swept me quickly in his arms and claimed that first sweet kiss I never even had the chance to worry I would miss! There isn't much that I can say it flipped my head around and all the world was so devine as I floated off the ground. The time had come to say good night and he kissed me once more I said good night and turned around and crashed into a door! Inspired by John Hecks Egads, My First Kiss contest *I was trying to act all cool and collected, mature. I was so embarressed I wanted the ground to swallow me up! RG
I never will forget in junior high this girl who was a two-faced friend of mine. I can't remember now the reason why, but she got mad for something asinine. She said, "I'm gonna beat you up! Be at the park, beside the water tower." She then told me, "Bet you won't show up." That brat was MEAN! All day I fretted needlessly of what could be a real bad episode! So after school with my best friend, I went And waited for that witch; she never showed! With great relief, I then began to vent to my best friend of things that we could do to that "tough girl" - a chicken through and through! *True story & dedicated to my junior high school foe, who later went on to marry (and then divorce) the brother of my BEST friend! To read more about what happened later on with me and her, please view "ABOUT THIS POEM" which can be seen by clicking in the left hand corner above the title of a poem. For Carol Brown's Poetry Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS
He declared his love for her But kept his secret secured The other girl he endured just for insurance
I am strong because of you, vulnerable no more. I had to grow a backbone when you walked out the door. I am no longer needy like the woman you left behind. I've learned to stand on my own two feet and I now know my own mind. Independant and self-aware I am now, because of you. So I thank you for all you did when you told me we were through. I wouldn't be that woman again if you offered me a million bucks and as for you and your life now, well I really don't give two... figs.
Stop resenting me For the way I shop The things I do To make sure My food is fresh I confess I feel blueberries In my fingers To make sure they are firm Not too ripe I confess I shake Cans of spaghetti and ravioli So that I know The sauce is not Congealed I confess I pull frozen waffles From the back of the freezer Less likely that they thawed And refroze into Oddball shapes I confess I smell trout Before I buy it Placing it against my nose In the most unabashed Way Spare me your hate About my consumer habits When I know it has nothing to do with Food As long as I bring you warm release In the darkness of your desires Pull your tangled hair the way You like Bite your darting tongue In mad hunger Deep appetite As long as I reawaken the Woman Primal animal hidden Within Turn your heat into a river For a long passionate Swim As long as I attend quickly to your Every lusty command The craving of your nympho Insatiable Demand Then I can squeeze french bread In quiet and peace I can sniff cantaloupes Without suffering ire Or grief I'll take you tonight In that filthy way You like Until then Leave me alone I'm shopping.
Cherries I love Cherries. Red White and Sweet. The Cherry of a virgin who's never had sexual Intercourse.
braces interlocked - told him no kissing
This Poem is about the 'hard to get' attitude ladies portray to interested guys. Despite my unbelievable swag repugnance is her reaction to my flow despite giving no attention to her she seeks every opportunity to shout "NO!" I seldom want to be friendly but she spits on me like a bitter foe I then don't give a damn about her and she takes it like a heavy blow Out of nothing, she creates a scene but all I can do is shake my head and say Oh! the more I mingle, the worse she gets but I'll not succumb and act so low she flaunts her male acquaintances for me to notice Okay! You have admirers, so? I guessed this is a one time attitude but it has been occurring seven weeks in a row When I register my presence around her her body rhythm increases as if in physio trying so hard to pretend makes her seem like a shy dancing Buffalo Then, I make her seem not existing it's not my fault; you reap what you sow signs of her sufferings begin to show as her body trembles in sight of me from head to toe what a pleasant feeling this brings seeing her drown in her own woe Finally! She concedes defeat and already surrendering showing by the way she's changing like melting snow now playing the nice girl, but my ignore? Makes her want to stone me with a Hoe I'm beginning to compromise emotionally too and I'm scared she will get fed up and go so, I create my chance and kiss her as she shows her joy like a swelling dough revealing her hypocrisy, exhibited right from the beginning. Since this feeling is now reciprocated, she shrugs off the attitude and dumps it below as a new damsel now emitting with an everlasting glow.
On our first serious date; he grew excited and I was primed to knock my guy off his feet. Spending hours on the right dress, all horrid Till a feathery wardrobe popped from the closet. Yes! This dress will hit the roof…top-rated; lined with plumes from neck down mid-thighs. Upstairs, my mood claimed I must stay decorated trying latest trends in beauty makeover, armed with lipsticks, false lashes and gloss shaded. The long wait made him quite frustrated so, Mom served cream pie to ease the tension. Forcing him to nap while I polish a vogue look, never wore make-up, now I was fully painted. I stepped down with new face truly elated he woke up from my "hello", and trembled. Gee, I knew the male Richter scale zoomed 8! Flaunting my hairdo, thick with mousse… inflated. "I'm sorry, Ted, for being late, you really waited." He froze. He croaked, as if he saw an ostrich, Squeezing his arm to ensure our date well handled! "But, I can't go, the burps; errr..the pie," he cited. "My tummy's acting up; I'm constipated!" Vienna's Smile , You're In Candid Camera by nette onclaud
On Mars it's a man you will see. On Venus a lady will be. But what's so amazing, Will make all your heads ring. They both get together with glee!
Some folks always follow the winner I didn't even have the courage To tell you how you made me feel Your laughter Your body language Way back then, A wall flower. you thought that I weren't good enough Undeveloped beauty Now, Virtuousness, I am blooming; People always follow the winner
Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I'm in need of your advice, My boyfriend is a swinger and he isn't very nice. I'm a Proboscis Monkey so I exhibit a very prominent schnoz. And the proposition that he put to me caused me to take pause. He said that I'd make a perfect mate if I'd under go a tweak, He wants me to go under the knife and get a larger beak. But the nose that I was born with is my pride and joy, And I really don't want to change it especially for a boy. He tells me that he loves me and that he'd immediately propose, If only I would agree to see a doctor and get a bigger nose. My Dear Gentle Nosey Nelly here's the reply to your query, I'm afraid that your boyfriend doesn't see you very clearly. If he did I am sure that he would see you as more than just a nose, There is much more to a woman than the parts that she'll expose. So if he hasn't figured out that what's important is your heart, Don't let yourself be persuaded by him to change your body part. Unless altering your looks will somehow bring you satisfaction, Because his view of perfection is nothing more than an abstraction. Be happy with who you are, a proud Proboscis monkey, Just make sure whatever you do you don't let yourself get chunky.
I hate the way you make me feel guilty about being jealous when other girls hit on you, I hate the way you can go forever without even seeing or talking to me when your friends are around, but expect me to drop everything to talk to you when you want my attention. I hate how you're so happy at times and I'm so sad, I hate how you treated me like *****but yet I'm the one feeling bad. I hate how I feel so weak and you're so strong, I hate how you think you do no wrong. I hate how you pretend that everythings okay, I hate how you took my innocence away and act sometimes like it ment nothing. I hate how I feel so scared, I hate how I how fast I feel in love with you without a fighting chance. I hate the way you look at me and just know when something is wrong. I hate how everything we have means nothing to everybody else I hate the way I feel inside, I hate the nights I spent alone and cried. I hate how everything seems wrong, I hate the feeling of wanting to belong. I hate how you're always in my head, I hate everything mean you have ever said. I hate wondering how you really feel about me, I hate how you try to go out with certin friends you feel like you have to lie I hate how when your job takes you away for long times I left with alone and want to do nothing but cry I hate it how you can just come in and out of my life and feel like everything is alright while I am the one that has to put up with the problems, family and drama every night But most of all I hate the way I can't stop thinking about you, and I hate it even more because I know you know its true All these thing don't make me really hate you, It just makes me lust you more an more and it feeds my wanting you right down to the core
He's cool, jack of all trades master of none, as he manipulates women for fun. He's cold, ice in his veins and slick lil' snake, he'll kill ta' steal the deal real as he's fake He's cruel, crowned heart breaker full trophy case, but most ladies know him as "Lowly Jack-Ace" This is RHYME METER~
Once me and my chimp friend bald Jim flew through a forest limb to limb his opposable thumb got caught in my ho-hum thank God old Jim's not real prim. My name is Miss Fine and Dandy Bald Jim often brings me candy a banana toffee always does it for me and him, since he's oh so randy.
I fell in love at thirteen You might say I was quite green I held his hand tight He was out of sight But now he's being so mean! At camp, spent days in a tent His pride had taken a dent We made up just fine That sweet boy of mine But now he seems so hell bent. He needs some joy in his life And though he has a great wife A friend's always nice To add some more spice But he's afraid of the strife. I'd shower him with such joy But he's a silly old boy He won't come to play He must have his way My heart he's used like a toy! "My dear, why can't you be nice? Before you end it- think twice Between you and me Let's make harmony You've made me pay a high price!
Young and single, just got a job in a neighbour town, Thought I'd buy a flashy car so I could get around, My boyfriend at the time said that I should get a Camaro, It was new, orange and shiny, how could I be so narrow. I crowned her Bess and drove her home with pride, All my friends called, they wanted to go out for a ride. Summer was so much fun, what a splash I was making. Then gone, both summer and the boyfriend I was dating. Winter rolled in with tons of snow and patches of ice, Getting to work in my Camaro, was like rolling the dice. Ol' Bess would skid to the left and swerve to the right, Wow, I held on to the steering wheel with all my might. So I resigned that Bess was not good in cold weather, Even with snow tires, she blew around like a feather. Then suddenly a new quirk started as I turned on the key, She spluttered, oh great, guess I won't make the grand prix. Bess would start well at times then for no good reason, She'd stammer, then stop, reek of gas - in any season. Bess and I visited many auto repair shops by way of a tow, The carburetor was like a fountain, out of it the gas would flow. Apparently a carburetor is needed to make Bess purr, So I had it rebuilt, then replaced, oh the bills, what a blur, Then a starter motor and strut, remember Bess is brand new, After three years of aggravation, I traded her in, I was through! Guess a cool single girl may look good in a splashy sports car, But if your car doesn't start or run, you won't get too far. So I put on my sunglasses, look cool but feel like a real wart, As I drive to work in sleet and snow in my old Ford Escort. Written for Contest "Driving Me Crazy" Won 6th Place
So when-Jack-and-Jill reached the top of the hill Jack couldn't stand still (Tried to snatch a cheap thrill) Kissed Jill on the mouth (Things quickly went south) Then Jack said to Jill...'Can looks really KILL?' Okay, naughty boys and good girls Let's give Mother Goose one more whirl... Once the elderly, eccentric Miss Muffet Informed neighbors: 'Kiss-my-keester and stuff it!' Thus poor Charlotte the Spider Dropped and plopped down beside her And Miss Muffet squashed her flat with her tuffet... 3/19/2013 The title is a direct quote from the late, great Paul Harvey: Radio and Television commentator...
He was all fired up he had it all figured out this was it, the end of us "I need my space" or so he thought until she entered the room dressed totally different to what is "her norm" a black dress with high heels legs that go on forever, he almost walked into the bathroom door mouth hanging open "Err did you go to work like that?" he asked "Yep of cause I did, I always do,"was her reply Uhm, it's the first time I see you dressed like that Nonchalantly while getting rid of her clothes she replied, "Well now if you more at home and less "at work" You'll see me more in my work attire then in my pajamas" Gawking at her scanty underwear, He saw her swing her hips as she left the room Confucius Joe was left behind, feeling less desperate for space and more a need for closeness em> ©030620121735
You spoiled me with gifts You always helped me out You said you'd always be there You were all I was about I eventually let my walls down I finally let you in It only lasted 2 months I'm not gonna let u win You tricked and deceived me Everything was all just a lie Other girls you did see Your bulls**t I did buy But I learned real quick I finally caught on I kicked you to the curb And now your f**king gone I'm a great, loving person You obviously could not see Your not gonna bring me down Your just another faded memory So be a cocky, selfish, dick And chase after tail Tell all your bulls**t lies Cause at life you will fail Cause when your old n gray And there's no more drama A lonely, sad life you'll lead So haha F**k You, that's karma
I was going to jump on the bed at midnight While she slept to wish her a happy birthday. But she looked so asleep and it was so quiet. I did it anyway because it's funnier to go through with it. It's not like I'm throwing a nerf ball at her head. So I get my knees on the bed and hop up-and-down And "whisper-yell," "happy birthday happy birthday." And she's not upset, in fact, she's giggling. And she whispers to me that she loves me. I whisper to her that I love her, too. And I leave the room with the bed I just jumped and sang on. And I'm 32. I mean it's not like I fell off the bed While jumping and hurt my head. And made an owie. I'm not 5.
Our love is like Gilligan's Island but what we have is so much more And to all the girls that I've loved before they are but Brady Bunches on three hour tours Cheers to the ladies on that Island but you're my "Mary-Ann" and my "Movie Star" come take my hand-in-hand, with candy tan you're the best of both worlds, but much better by far I have "Profess"ed to be your "Skipper" tho' I'm "Thurston" for you like I do Mrs. Howell, when you "Lovey" dove me with coconuts, I can't help but go nuts, NOW GET ME A TOWEL!~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CLASSIC TELEVISION SHOW= Gilligan's Island NAME= JSLambert *Note: this Rhyme was written as a love letter-ish type of thang:) I hope ya' don't mind the weirdness of it all~:)JSL
A bouquet of flowers, Or the calm of the woods I felt one eyed willy in my rib In an instant you became the minute man In my midwinter dream I smile and then I kiss your neck As you whisper, honey "I hope you're not upset. Darn! I am so ashamed of this one minute man. Viagra is all I can say…..to you I still love you. Happy Birthday
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried by the dove of someone I use to know.
Why do you want me to take you back, If I neglected you and favored the cat? Why are you down on your knees, in tears? Hey there goes Fluffy. Here kitty kitty, come here. Oh what a good kitty you are. Do you want your ears scratched? Does that feel good? Wait. What was that question she asked? Hey. Where did she go? Did she get up and leave? Ah well. Let's go get you some tuna to eat! 10/10/11
Just out of college, we would yearn for a touch Sleeping together cuddled on the couch Those were the days! Of pre-wedding bouquets Now I am told to go sleep alone on the couch
Already in the bar at about 7:45pm, as weak as a 'just fed' serpent my body movements, so slow, like a turtle, walking in caution of danger, feeling so stiff like a concrete block, and even my heart beat, I could strongly feel which outweighs the noise, music and bells all combined. Then came this lady, elegant and sharp very beautiful and on skimpy clothing. She sat with the aura of royalty, just three chairs away from me. I was cold, stiff and lost in space and her short red skirt accentuated her voluptuous curves. She graced with divinity and was absolutely magnetic, her attraction was so axiomatic to be unnoticed. Her smile? They were inevitably contagious, and all one could do is to fall sick of a follow up excitement. She twisted her Neck gently and tenderly, turning left and right as she talked to the persons around her. Her words, so soft and peaceful, could turn even a Lion on. Her changing positions, switching legs to cross over the other, only made me more of a moron. My ego dropped, principles sublimed and I was in the depth of wretchedness and lustful desires, sudden heat from an internal inferno came out of me, Those wonderfully, shaped, spotless and artistic legs of hers, stopped my systemic circulation, increasing my lust for her. Nothing can describe perfection, not even close to this beauty. Her naturally curved circumferential breasts, which dangle as she speaks, sapped all oxygen in me. The way she licked her lips during any pause in conversation, so red, flexible and thin, has made me drown so deep in sin, Not even gallons of whiskey nor hundreds of bottles of beer could make me stare away from this rare creature. I just needed that particular soft touch from her, I needed to smell the stimulating scent from her hair, exhibiting such liberty like a loose elastic ring. A wonder of Nature and an epitome of sexuality, the symbol of masculine vulnerability and the object of love and lust, all in one package is what even the Angels covet the most, and here is one who is just three yards away from me. as I stood up like a transformed wrecked engine, with full confidence as though ready to face a panel, all of a sudden I heard "Honey, I am done for today, let's go home" coming from the bar Tender. As I stood up in shock and Heartbreak I checked my watch and it was still 7:45pm.
Online tonite looks like a whole lotta' spoonin' goin' on in the "Soup" nosin' around the comment coral I see love amongst the group yessir'... hot Soup! stirred not shaken marriage scent in the air no fakin' where it leads... we shall see I know some are dippin' crackers in the "Soup" but Lawd' knows IT AIN'T ME!~
You messed around and married a real "pain-in-the butt" man known throughout the land for ripping burning completely deserting then leaving women hurting his only claim to fame is over reacting and lacking class a self-proclaimed pain in the ass a crook with line and hook to cast things will never be the same trade away your maiden name to Mrs. Hemorrhoid and wear his name with class.
There was a young man in a pickle His girlfriend Louise was quite fickle When the test came out blue She told him it's not you With others I played slap and tickle * for Deborah Guzzi's Limerick contest
< Betty Boop bought boyfriend Bimbo some basketballs to bounce But being blind her boyfriend Bimbo bounced Betty Boop Boy Betty Boop did boldly bounce bad This Little Lady Is After My Own Heart For No matter What She Does Wrong Her Eyes Seem To Capture The One She Loves LOL And Also One Of My Favorite Cartoons
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Stoned At First Sight Wayward woman thy loathsome countenance - Who can behold such a ghastly glare? Beguiled at first sight! What ill-gotten plight! DREAM GIRL MY ASH - IT'S BEEN A NIGHTMARE! Less yea turn solid rock - Take heed! - I would not! No mortal man cannot stare! Just because we drank shots of SNAKE BITE Doesn't mean you're supposed to have them in thy hair!
You bellow and spit before my face, Grabbing your crotch with pride, Yet when I roll my eyes and turn away, My friends are mystified, Forgive me, but these oafs I see Just do not have a clue, Why would I date these monkeymen When I can see them at the zoo? In five years' time, perhaps your brain Will struggle to the stage When you've matured, and can manage to At least act half your age.
She's got a plan just moved to Florida one week in the hole a forced proposal... "yeah... uh... maybe if I get a job with insurance; we'll get married... then you'll have insurance too!" a bribe the spider web is officially constructed "Charlotte's web" no...we'll name it the Black Widow!
you muster up the courage to ask us for a date then we play hard to get we cancel or we're late the articles you've read say to take it easy if you call her too soon she will think you're needy so you play the game and you follow protocol but all you get in return is you creep you didnt call here's a bit of free advice pay attention i won't say it twice... do these jeans make my butt look big if you say yes you just called her a pig honey how do you like my hair answer with caution answer with care and if you're gonna look at tits and asses please wear a pair of dark sunglasses
You send bolts through my skin something I was never to accomplish with you, when I saw you it's like my heart sank to my stomach and I was in shock my body still my body heavy felt like when I moved I was about to fall to my knees you make me want to get inside my brain pick you up and take you out pick you one by one like a flower because I do love you and love you not.
A College Dorm sleeps Four per room Keg party Loud Too much Boom A Drunk freshman sleeps Where he falls Coeds toss him on The sofa Instead of snooze in the halls A Sorority girl Named him "Sofa King Tool" Now he feels like a Fool Not Sofa King Cool
You'll never know how much you speak to me I just can't fathom the beauty that I see Your heart goes out in everything you do Your mind spews rain of music so true I am lost in the light of your unimpeachable words Everything around me, in me, feels so damn absurd I futilely try and fight a battle never won And realize that I am already gone Ooooh I am mesmerized Oh, I can't be surprised That I am mesmerized You can see it in my eyes Am I blushing? Am I rushing this through? Are you laughing? Oh damn, he knows it's true I am mesmerized Oh, I can't be surprised Oh so mesmerized He can see it in my eyes Knowing you're far from mine You're words still stop all time Because you're so damn sublime You're simply out of this world So just get out of my mind! Oh! I'm mesmerized…. If there was a way inside your mind There still wouldn't be me to find You're moving so blasted fast And I just can't reach the mask Man, it seems so useless, to try and make you see That I want you beyond all reason, knowing it can never be As you thrill the crowd, as you kiss the girl I'll just stare at your pictures, wishing I was her Ooooh I am mesmerized Oh, I can't be surprised That I am mesmerized You can see it in my eyes Am I blushing? Am I rushing this through? Are you laughing? Oh damn, he knows it's true I am mesmerized Oh, I can't be surprised Oh so mesmerized He can see it in my eyes Knowing you're far from mine You're words still stop all time Because you're so damn sublime You're simply out of this world So just get out of my mind! So lost, so gone, this war was never won Mesmerized * Dedicated to the singer Anthony Snape, And...a secret person that no one shall know about! Muahahaha! (except Becca)
Every morning I got to work early so I can see surely. When I get there she is not there so I set and wait but surely is late. When she got there she said to me may I help you. YES I just wanted to ask you on a date does that sound great. No I will not take you on a date. I set and wait for you and you come in late and then turn me down for a date. Just wait you will be begging for that date. Now every morning I go to work late so I can see Kate she is great we just started to date. Today surely came over to talk to me may I help you. I just want to ask you on that date you had your chance now it is too late. I am now with Kate she is really great I think she will be my soul mate.
A LETTER TO MY FIRST CRUSH My Dearest Kevin My hands shake nervously as I write this letter The fountain pen drips the ink in heart-shapes Pieces of my heart as it reach out to you I just want you to know that loving you isn't easy My dozen of Harlequins and my entire Mill @ Boon collection Have'nt prepared me To deal with a player like you I heard it through the grapevine, That you are heartbreaker and womanizer With only one thing on your adolescence mind My grandmother always told me, that Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free My grandma is a wise woman More like a heroine in my eyes I am the heroine of my life More like a Nancy Drew without a clue on how to love you I am never satisfy, I am curious And mysterious However I am very chary Kind of gal ^ I do believe that I am in love with you today However, I might hate you tomorrow Because you never know with a secret admirer To the man I love today They are nothing more than I can say. I will wait for your reply my love
******************* I woke up this morning Went to the kitchen Looking for some-thing To eat.... ------ For this morning I was on a mission ------ I went in-to the Cabinet To open my favorite box It was closed and It was sealed I shook it, yet I could not hear... Surely they were gone' And so was my last beer' ------- Fore there in the box Their wasn't a sound So, I placed it on the table Then I sat down, ----- Only something was strange I couldn't figure it out So, I clinched my mouth And dumped the whole Thing out.... ------ I was looking for some-thing That sweet taste for my mouth But, that nice crispy cereal Was gone... With-out a doubt... ------ I ran to the bed room And looked on the floor Their was an empty bowl The milk was still cold ------- So, I was perplexed Didn't know what to say next ------- My EX was sleep On her mouth I could smell CHEXS ----- But, what could I do Cause I wouldn't go near her ------ Was this a thought Or could it be real It was so... That was my best meal ------l My ex-GirL fRiend Has just killed my last Box of CHEKS What will she do next Heavens' why me ----- She is a Cereal Killer Can't you see? GF
There once was a girl in my class. One day I tried to make a pass. My cheek still sting, My ears still ring, Yet married to me; Alas!
The wood is piled my emotions riled Sweet expectations settle in my soul Sweat dappled brows my emotions drowse sudden conclusions fill in the hole of my heart. The fire started in the pit warming ourselves in it's globe and there we sit like two lost elves waiting to disrobe Take your time, Love The perfect man does exist. rlm '09
i don't want to be just marking time. i died on november 20, 2008, during surgery. i was on a vent when i awakened december 2, 2008....my sisters' birthday. what made me llive i'll never know. i know there are things to do on this side of death. i have no time for marking time. i have a stupid bag hanging from my side now. i am supposed to "get comfortable with it". well that was a laugh. that was a laugh until i thought of the people that had these things with no hope of ever getting away from them. i am so lucky. 14 days i laid on a vent, then 22 more. i came home 3 days, then i had great pain in my chest... . well this is great i said, a pulmonary emboli, 15 more days, three days home. then back to e.r. blood pressure too high. this bought me 4 more days in e.r. i am home now and finally have spent 19 days home. i feel every pain and i feel every time that i feel good yes, i am never marking time again.....there is something about fighting for your life and your sanity that straightens things out. i don't recommend it but i wish i could let your hearts know what i know. janetta
Smelly Nelly was quite a charming girl, She wore her hair in braids instead of curls, Bathing several times per day in the Jewish way, Yet many scoffed and sniffed, exclaiming she smelt like manure in hay, Nelly used expensive oils and attars, some came from lands very far, Her raiments were made of the finest silks but people still told her she smelt like days old milk, They shunned and booed her, talking behind her back, hoping and praying she would have a heart attack, The gripe they harbored had nothing to do with Nelly's smell, it was because her family owned several oil wells, Neverthelss, she brought her own lunch which made her naysayers feel as if they were incompetent bunches, The farce of living as the Joneses do, never appealed to Nelly because she knew the value of a dollar, So while folks snickered and stared, corking their noses causing her despair, She sat and ate her snicker doodle sandwiches with her little pinky waving in the air, Smelly Nelly they chanted everyday, but she shrugged her shoulders and continued on her merry way, Cartier, Chanel and Youth Dew were always in her backpack, but she knew it was hard for critics to understand her modest lifestyle, They all rumoured that she lacked! Afterall, she rather "enjoyed" their ignorance, watching them treat her as if she were a rotten as mere happenstance, But Nelly soon conquered her critics by blossoming into a lovely swan, forgetting about the negativity, and meanness, leaving the penny section to stew in their own mess......
CLARISSA'S VALENTINE DIARY OF "PASSION" February 2009 Pretty in red, her tears start to flow All dressed up and nowhere to go She got dumped after he had his way Sweet revenge follows this Valentine's Day Into the river his body will go One knife, an alibi, no-one will know Now what better day for his bad blood to flow to be continued….. February 2010 Proudly relieved that she didn't get caught Alibi solid, her story they bought Sweet Valentines' Day will be all she wished for She's found a new love, couldn't ask for much more Incidentally she's hoping and praying that he On this day will make her a new bride-to-be Nothing good lies ahead, if he doesn't agree. to be continued….. February 2011 Perfect in white, this she didn't foresee, Alone in the church, where the devil is he? Standing alone in her wedding gown Somebody whispered the groom had fled town Into the limo so no-one would know Once again Valentine tears start to flow Nobody dumps her, she won't let this go. to be continued…. February 2012 Payback is lurking, his receipt she found A step behind him she's Canada bound She has revenge written all over her face Smith and Wesson, in her case It might convince him to take her advice Or face consequences, without thinking twice Nasty Clarissa, will he pay the price? to be continued……
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This is a message to these girls on the 'net: You are just lucky I haven't met you yet. I'm on to your games – I'm well aware; Let me warn you, I'm not easy to scare. (Go ahead and flirt with him) Type up your cutesy comments, All those desperate texts? I hope they're sent. Call him a hundred times and two more; Leave enough voicemails to make your voice sore. (Show him how desperate you really are.) He's mine now – all mine – so you better get a hint. I'm getting really tired of this stupid stint. Go find a life; go find a boy in reality. It's not my fault your heart has been a causality. My boyfriend's "cute", my boyfriend's "deep." Man, do you really think he's that neat? He's a good listener – I know – makes you feel like you're something. Let me inform you: you are nothing. I'll remind you again, he loves me And I'm the only girl he wants to see. Your words mean absolutely nothing to him. So stop it … he's not interested.
A toss of the head A flick of her hair The wave of her hand As her beauty did flare Her bountiful step The spring in her stride Her laugh as we waked Hand in hand through the tide Her mouth with its smile As we wrote in the sand Her cries of frustration As sea coated the land Those little I love yous Meant so much back then That on annual vacations We repeat them again For least we forget In the daily ado Our marrital vows Mean forever I do
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(Remembering the Great Joe Tex) There once was a girl called Sweet Nellie-Rose Who fell in love with a guy called Mo' Joe Guys said she was too skinny 'Til Nellie wore that Mini Skinny legs ~ mini skirt and all… wrapped Joe Comments: I gotcha wondering just who's mojo was working that day :-)
A guy to his girlfriend on phone- "I love you,you do too, But now I also love someone else. She doesn't fritter my money,shout,cry like you, She's dark,beautiful,an enchantress. She invigorated my spirits,mesmerized me, I didn't even realize when the sun sunk. We'll postpone our date of tonight,I can't drive now, 'Cause baby,I'm drunk!"
Nights when I'm alone, Icy wind flittering through the window, The absent warmth of love echoing in my empty room, I have frequent love affairs with poetry. Its pulsating words gush themselves out on the white blank page, It caresses my every emotion, Sending me reeling through a torrent of multiple ecstasy, I scream with release as every unhinged secret is documented rhythmically, After, subdued by unthinkable shame, I stash it away with the refreshing slide of a closed drawer, I light up a cigarette and lie within the sheets like a film star, I am who I choose to be, Husband rings, why don't I answer the phone? I'm having an affair with poetry.
Tongue tied, playing the fool That day I met you, by the pool First I splashed you, when I jumped in Not the right way, for me to begin Then again, I'm only Seven You're grown up, I think you're Eleven You gave me that look, a terrible glare You had spent hours, working on your hair I shrugged my shoulders, spashed you again You said "you idiot, why are you such a pain?" My friends all laughed, they thought I was cool When you started crying, I felt like a tool Romance never happened, there was another guy He came and grabbed me, punched me in the eye You said to stop it, he's just a little squirt The punch not so bad, but the comment really hurt
Woe is me-woe is me Romeo Montague loved Julie Capulet what e'er the cost, but in the end it seems lovers so torn between interfamilial fueds, can be lost.
Relax Honey... The Worms Will Play! Oh honey one day, We will both part; To rot in graves, And waste away: Playing with worms, And dancing with maggots, As they climb all around. Relax love all is well! Soon we'll be down bellow, Cavorting with the others, under the ground.
Young and middle-aged ladies, who wear sundresses when summer days sizzle, make the opposite sex notice how lovely and sexy their soft skin is; curious guys, of course, can't help staring at them...not once but twice! Watch them chatting on a bench of a park, or just strolling down a busy street... pushing their baby's stroller in the July's heat; come closer to hear their silly talk! Jan, my niece's friend, attracts me like no lady ever can, she wears a colorful sundress she made herself, and she talks funny to make everybody laugh; some thinks she's crazy, but I'd love to be her man! Many women go to great lengths to get one of these... the one that makes them stand out and get winks from men who are easily distracted in the baseball's field: they wish their wives looked like that...more strength they'd yield! Fashion models draw admirable glances from an applauding crowd, but they wear sundresses for recognizition, not for their soulmates; so ordinary ladies wear them to find that ideal boyfriend or husband, and admit among yourselves that it is a style of attractiveness! Written by Andrew Crisci for Constance La France's contest, " The Sundress. "
They talk and talk Running in circles Trying to make sense Of what they have, between the two of them. They both have a lot of baggage, I suppose Old wounds that haven't entirely healed Memories that tug at them when they indulge in reminiscence Tears they have never shed, anger they have never expressed. They are a bit like wary children, Meeting for the first time across a playpen Wanting to play, but cautious too Awkward and shy, not sure what will happen If he isn't good at peek-a-boo Doesn't like to color the flowers pink and blue And many such things which she likes to do. Or worse yet, what if he is mean and a bully? Pulls her pigtails and makes her cry Destroys her drawing, draws a mustache on her pretty butterfly? So she is cautious, and quiet as a mouse Peering at him through her lashes, too shy to tell him to come close. He, on the other hand, tries to look bored and impressive And like he has done this a million times Like he knows a lot, lot more than he actually does The alphabet, the spelling of his name, songs and rhymes. He has met girls before; and thought they were silly Squealed too much, wore clothes that were too frilly. This girl was no different; she wore a pink bow and carried a dumb doll But there was something about her, which made him think girls weren't so bad after all. She, on the other hand, had never talked to a boy before Nor had she ever wanted to Boys were aliens to her, those loud sweaty things Who eat their nose boogies, and always have something naughty to do. But this boy, with his big floppy bunny ears; Something in his voice and his laugh, too Made her want to sit next to him, and pat his hand when he got a boo-boo. So they sit, on far ends of the playpen, sneaking peeks at each other, Making up their minds to ask the other to play together And changing their minds the next instant- Maybe it's not a good idea to be so blatant. Maybe they will become friends, before the bell rings, before the day is over Or maybe they will be strangers forever. However it turns out, they will be okay Because that is children's way- They always end up finding someone with whom to play. Neither of them knows how they feel about each other Or if anything at all All they know is that they want the other to stick about At least long enough for them to figure it out. So that is the story, of two grown-up children Trying to make life happen Reaching out for something that looks golden But then again Even if it they end up mistaken, They'll eventually find the right person Somewhere in this big wide playpen.
To all who wonder to all of you An urban myth, or is it true? A story that happens after dark A story set in a city park An escaped deranged one-arm man Who wears a hook in lieu a hand Has gotten free the radio blares He's homicidal it declares Two young teens lost in love Practicing their craft then a shove Was it the wind moving the car Was it the maniac with the metal spar They both jumped up to attention He's going out is his intention Oh! be careful she did rave No apprehension he was brave Another scrape upon the doors Her fear mounts, terror soars I'm going out he again proclaims She panics now, No! she exclaims Before she knew it the handle scrapes out the door the lover traipse he looks around to her dismay he jumps back in and wants to play she's too upset I want to leave disgusted stomps the gas one big heave as they roar out she takes a look and on the handle a bloody hook So if you're out on a darkened night Be careful make sure to do things right It might be true it might be fable But beware the hook if you are able
Tainted love or tired love? Smug attitudes and weak games Look at you! Your such a lame! Me cry?! Ha! Not no more! NOT EVER! Five point five years What a joke?! All you do is lie Keep smoking your life away! Wake up before its too late! Before this love turns into hate! Your too old to act this way! Your too comfortable You cant stay! In my life! In my way! Goodbye to you!!!
Black Mistress That's what I'm suppose to be Oh, no not me I'm not coming second to another woman No woman is coming before me Black Mistress That's what I'm suppose to be Come get your clothes if you can't spend the holidays with me You live with her not me Black Mistress You want to buy my love when you want please Oh, no not me I have my own and I'm not selling my goods to no one but I'm still not cheap
Kisses are like rain, they can bring a fruitful harvest... or a hurricane
We haven't known each other For too long it must be said Though I think you're jolly lovely From your toes up to your head Your face is somewhat pretty And your dress sense rather chic I enjoy our conversations And the charming way you speak Those pretty eyes beguile me That smile makes my legs shake I'm even losing sleep, what's Going on for goodness sake My dearest please believe me For all I've said is true And it will not be too long Until I fall in like with you
It's funny how you want to be with me, you just dont know im a lil freak if you cross the line Imma make you see what kind of freak (I can be) you wanna be my one and only man follow the rules you gotta understand get down (ahh) get dirty I need a freak just like me It's funny how you want to be with me, you just dont know im a lil freak if you cross the line Imma make you see what kind of freak (I can be) I got fellaz droppin drowse like rain from the clouds I relax, sit back, and chill while im sippin on crystal I know I look very classy but I can get real nasty just cross the line with me I can teach you freak termonolgy
Gina always lights up a room a smile as big as a lollipop smells fresher then new cut hay loving as a new puppy works harder then a beaver heart as big as the grand canyon the specialists person in my life cooks better then sara lee fishs better then bill dance more outdoors then davy crocket sews better then a sewing machine builds better then the amish drives better then jeff gordon glows brighter then the sun thats why we love gina
Roses are red Violets are blue I,m in love with a girl That will never trade Even if for a million dollars But for a billion dollars I would have to think about that one say yes if this make you smile today
I RUN from FEAR. I HUNT for FEAR. I HIDE in FEAR. I FIGHT cause of FEAR. I'm FAR from you. I'm SCARED cause of you. You're the FEAR that I HUNT. You're the FEAR that I FIGHT. You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE. *Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have something to read that just fit's them.* -Angel4eva23
He cannot take his harsh words back She came unglued when he attacked So now he wishes to retract his rash in judgment, now that's a fact! He brings her roses, as if to chat and acts as if there was no spat What's up with that? She throws a fit She wants to hit him She has a tantrum She stomps her toes upon his roses He seemed to know why it was so but it's a blow to his ego! Now tears are flowing with tissues going up to her nose for her to blow With damp eyelashes she wants to smash those trampled posies into his nosy claims that she drank too much booze! He is the loser He can't soothe her With trampled roses off he goes his tail is dragging between his toes …………………. For Paula's contest: Trample
I know you don't fancy my advances, slim pickens don't describe my better chances. Got a snowball's chance in hell, but it fits me just as well, I know we'll see Armageddon. But, I've yet to learn my place, I will try to win your gaze. -I'll have you in Armageddon. I know you picture me revoltin', and you despise my goin' through the motions. You threw out my best bouquet, there's always next Valentines Day, I know we'll see Armageddon. 'Cause I know that come what may, I would do it anyways. -I'll have you in Armageddon. When the land drys up, and the damn goes bust, we will see Armageddon. But, no matter what the case, come the day the end of days. -I'll have you in Armageddon. When the sky begins to fade, and becomes the Judgment day, we will see Armageddon. As he wash away the sin, you'll see a smile upon my grin, because the fire and the ash, can't distract my one thought that, when the Lord wants it all back, I will take solace in this fact... I'll be with you in Armageddon!
This diamond ring shines with delight My nails I polished waiting for its arrival The other fingers were excited too They all rejoiced
I was so above you And it was very clear to see But I came to give you my heart sacrificing all I had Just for shot at love we started off so strong I actually thought it was you were worth it We had a lot in common So it made easy for us to talk We were going so good But caught in the act You said you and I did not make sense But I must admit I was glad It was over Now the real reason I gained back my life And You just lost best thing in your life Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy
her quarter-pounder eyes edged with charcoal coaxed me inside. her round succulent body i savoured hungrily as from table to table she rolled. a small gherkin green nose sat on lips of tomato sauce surrounded by a cheesy smile. as my fingers touched i knew it was burger love.
My heart...can you find it? I can't feel it in my chest Ever since the emotional hit Leaving me months of unrest You'll be fine, better luck next time Every woman looks like the same Decent hair, poor skin and a sight of breast Nothing but another bland dame Why can't I simply just rest? You'll be fine, better luck next time Lying alone in bed waiting my supportive roommates in love surround me I can't bear the noise as I'm debating What is next in life for me? You'll be fine, better luck next time ....oh shut up
As he gazes at the beauty that lays inside his hand. He's hoping that she'll love it 'cause it cost more than his land. He only loves this woman, so he's hoping she'll accept. The ring he got his gorgeous and he just went in debt. It's the only one he's ever seen with it's wonder shining black. He called the bank to get a loan and they ask if he smoked crack. He's driving to her house now while thinking what to say. He's not thinking about the diamond or what he had to pay. He gets there kinda early to show her his surprise. What he see's when he pulls up pains his loving eyes. He see's his lovely woman in someone else's truck. Then he just starts crying and cussing all his luck. He walks straight up to them and she rolls her window down. She says she doesn't love him and for him to leave her town. He's screaming and he's crying 'cause he's mad enough to fight. The Black Diamond in his pocket. Oh! What a crappy night. Dustin Self (Black Diamond Contest) 8/28/12
And if I were some hair locks, you would be shampoo Now if I were a swimmer, use you as canoe Gee! But on second thoughts; I will perhaps not. Ever would I get the timber, light enough like you? And if I were student, you I would construe, Now if I were painting, I'll try to paint you. Gee! But on second thoughts; I will perhaps not. Ever would I get the colors, pretty enough for you? And if I was a biker, you would be tattoo, New morning grass I walk on, you glisten like the dew Gee! But on second thoughts; It will perhaps not. Ever would there be water, pure enough like you? And if I were a movie star, you would be debut, Now if I were some cook, you would be my stew. Gee! But on second thoughts; It will perhaps not. Ever would I get vegetables, fresh enough like you? And if I wrote a mystery, you would be my clue, Now if I had a balcony, you would be my view. Gee! But on second thoughts; I will perhaps not. Ever would I imagine something wonderful as you? And if were too lonely, we will together coo Now should I say I love you, without further ado? Gee! But on second thoughts; I will perhaps not. Easy, it would seem too easy, I just like to pursue.
Oh, my sweet girl, come and shack up, with me. We shall live on welfare and space out to see. How many food stamp cards, we can arrange, We shall visit for meds and beg for change. Upon the riverbanks, we shall catch a cold. Then we shall collect our oxy-cotton gold. I shall gather clothes from good wills chest. You prepare to go visit relatives in the west. My sweet girl I shall give you no gold. However, get you, giving us babies to hold. A bed of daisies, I shall have waiting for you. For freshening up our pet hound, old blue. Our cousin Joe has a house that is so big. We shall move in, us all, even with our pig.
It's amazing how quick things can change. First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range. It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends. Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them. All that time I could of studied. Did better in school. Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool. Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top. Life is always making turns weather you like it or not. The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone. But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on. I've got a new girl. She means the world to me. She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream. Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side. Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive. I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars. My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars. My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life, Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife. AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud, Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud. Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man . The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand. I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best. At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left. The blood test that I took says Landon is mine. I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine. JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you. I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through. Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete? I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat. How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all! I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall. These last words that I say, I say only to you. We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!
Walking with you all the way, because I missed you night and day. Holding your hand to help guide the way, in the light of the moon? Sunshine brightening our lives whispering ways, hold my hand, I want to be with you, up lift your soul in oh so many crazes. Hold you in my arms and remembering when our lives took us, Each to two separate places, what am I to do now? Eyes so clear, Pull your likeness... Closer to me now and cling to you at closed in spaces? Whisper in your ear that I have no grievances to spare, so come to me, Come to me now, I want you to be here, love me now, I have a life to share. The effects are rollin over our bodies, like it can't decide, Caught in between here and taking you out to be the ride of your life.
On earth on a Mission purpose redefined with singleness of vision clarity came cause i sat to look through the pages of the book Some days skipped with nothing to dine some nights slept with nothing to wine yet more nourished than a royal cook for i am best fed from the pages of the book When I lost focus and fell drowning in the depths of the well yet I was lifted by an unseen hook as i flipped through the pages of the book What about you my dear friend when the terrestrial race comes to an end and death vomits all that it ever took will your name be found on the pages of the book
My co-workers, like clowns, are laughing..... plotting against me; I get an eerie feeling. I am the nicest fellow, sharing joy and sorrow; guys have secrets they shouldn't be telling!
Volleyball was the only game we played so well, that's what we did on long, warm summer evenings, putting all the effort to win and that took a strong will... but disappointment often showed on our worn-out faces. The aggressive girls smirked everytime they missed a hit, I laughed hard to get them mad, but one of them was sly: her name was Lisa and she found the perfect target... I remember teasing her when she refused to comply. What surprised me was her challenging looks full of vengeance, " I will make you pay for this, idiot! " she kept on yelling, but I continued laughing and having fun, thinking she was bluffing... then Lisa threw the ball aiming at me, it hit me right in the face. Ah, that was no friendly game, it was fierce competation! And realizng how foolish I was, I ignored the sharp pain and continued playing with the intention of winning, I saw Lisa madly staring at me while she was recharging. The pony-tail girls started to move quicker, the boys followed their belligerent grit, volleyball was a game that either team wanted to win so badly: cheat or fair didn't matter, because nobody would have accepted a defeat... unfortunately, the time was up and we all fell on the grass restoring our friendship.
The Note Back in the dusty toe Of the library cove Was where we would go Not with any books in tow Just the need to let love grow With you I would lose all control Every once and a while we Would leave each other sensual love notes. Years later I went back After my divorce just To satisfy my curiosity That was about To make me choke. Back in the corner of the cove In our old Grey's Anatomy Book Was where I saw my latest love note, You left your name Your email address And you're handsome Picture for an Old bloke. My heart leaped for joy When I saw your note.
Somebody hacked into your facebook account?.... Sounds like it could've been me with cheaters doubt
I've been a pain in your side "Why let me see…" "You're made from God but you say I'm made from thee?" You talk to the animals and to the sky? As the moon lights the night you talk to my…thigh? You want to run bare arse all through the woods We'll if you keep doing that you won't have ANY "goods?" So, you don't like the fig leaf. It's a bad choice? "Well, use your words! Speak up! You got a voice." "You work? So you say. Just what do you do?" All we eat are the fruits and some vegetable stew. I cry at the sunrise. I'm not used to these eyes. And I still can remember being inside God's sigh. I cry cause the wind blows dust at moon rise I'm frightened and wonder what's the next …SURPRISE! Neighbors? What neighbors? Toss the leave use a peel what care I for the wonder of what you'll reveal. Eden was wonderful, and ignorance bliss yet so is the delight of a your so human kiss. I love you, I'll stay no mater the plight and raise up our children and handle the fright. *dedicated to Larry Belt's Adam / A Pain in my Side
Ladies say he's just lazy; he needs to get a job, fellas say she's too crazy; she'll scream then she'll sob. He's a man who's a man-hoe; messing around with all these girls, she's a flat out gold digger; simply in it for the pearls. Ladies complain he's insensitive; he needs to learn to care, fellas moan about her attitude; face her wrath if you dare. A bunch of baby momma drama, is that you will get from him, kids running around like a nursery, is that you'll find when she lets you in. She say's he doesn't make her feel special, and is contemplating the breakup, he replies that she's full of herself; looking like a clown with all that make-up. He lacks the ambition to ever do something with his life, she's just plain heartless to ever be considered as a wife. He keeps looking at her friends; acting like he's going to make a move, she's already had his brother, so there's nothing left for her to prove. Girls say he's single minded; he's only after one thing, boys say she's a lead along; they call her pretty string. They never have a shape up; always looking rough with their nappy hairs, they always have a weave on; bet they ain't even sure what hair is theirs. Women say they hold their nose; he doesn't know basic hygiene, men say they're appalled; looking at the love handles pouring out of them jeans. He's merely a grown boy, who doesn't know a thing about chivalry, she acts like a brat, always expecting him to the give out his currency. She can't believe he's a momma's boy; 25 still living at the home, he's shocked by her expenditure; caught buying shoes with her loan. These are not the facts but the stereotypes, when women are considered cold, and men are painted in prison stripes. Pr!ck vs B!tch For more poetry goodness visit www.checkmyflow.co.uk
there once was a three legged dog who thought he was a bullfrog instead of a nap or a nip he preferred a wet kiss then had his way with a log
dance to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha dance to my heart beat repeat2x: Boy verse: Im dancin to tha beat (beat) movin my feet got my body in motion to tha rhym of tha beat (beat) she movin fast ay im talkin nastay we gone stay past eight and go to my place dance to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha dance to my heart beat repeat2x: Girl verse: Im ready for wateva you know wat i mean (mean) lets get down to tha point lets get down and dirty I can make you fanticize cus yo head between my thighs when you look at my third eye boy I make you mezmerize (so) dance to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha dance to my heart beat repeat2x: Girl verse: Im playin game of twister im all ova tha room im even on tha dresser my body all on you im playing game of twister im all ova tha room im even on tha dresser my body all on you we can dance on the bar even make love on ya car boy you make my heart roar (roar, roar, roar) you make my heart roar (so) dance to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha beat to tha dance to my heart beat repeat2x:
(CANT REMEMBER THIS ANYMORE...I WAS ABOUT 14 THEN WHEN I WROTE THIS) It has been a while Since the last time we talk We pass by like winds Never giving each other smile I know you're mad That's not new to me Can't turn back the hands of time And it really makes me sad It's never my intention Of hurting you like that It just happened... Now, I lost your attention Here's just one thing for you to know It's hard for me to say sorry I can't find it in my vocabulary It's my pride which I follow And as time passes by It makes me realize Is this going to be forever? Is this really goodbye? Courage is all I need For me to say those words Words hard to let go Words where friendship could lead
Masturbation please! I partake with just my hand Makes my boyfriend mad
< elects not to open door by hand looks pretty stupid too even an grandma can do it calling all grandma's technology has gone to far really really to far now one does not need to be an rocket scientist nor an magician it's easy as one two three candidly smile tip your hats look both ways launch arms outward and pull or push that's it My Word Chosen Was Electronically Written by Katherine Stella 5/9/2011 Entry For Dakarai Cobb's The Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge GL All
Could I prefer thee to a bummer day? You have less love and belong in a crate. You drink my darling Bud, to my dismay Your house's lease hath all too long a date. Often time I, so hot, from heaven shine, And my gold complexion is never dim; My every hair, so fair, never declines, By scissors, or the barber's ugly trim. But thy infernal winter cannot fade Nor lose possession, for no fair thou ow'st; I wish death brags thou wand'rest in his shade, So to be honest, well, you know you're gross. So long as men can gag and eyes can't see, So long lives this, fingers-crossed it kills thee
Shout it from the fooftops, Yet keep it close inside, A smile that lately never stops, A smile a thousand faces wide.
I've eaten the chocolates you brought last night in the box that was prettier then the taste of the candy oh… forgive me, I don't mean to sound ungrateful but... I'm not that kind of girl you know one who is bribed by roses and Whitmans nor... am I likely to fall for fluid practiced lines meant to make a girl swoon and fall in love for a careless hour of your time with your hungry, shallow anticipations… of removing my pearls and chemise you know… the one who waits with excited expectations for your silvery seductions... just yearning to be seduced by your lover boy's touch or … for a midnight tryst that ends before it even begins oh yes... I see your majolica, opaque heart It reveals the opacity of your dull mind nay,... you interest me not my heart rises to the golden boy the one who laughs with his eyes and... he really does see me with his heart the one who listens- who knows the color of my eyes he spends $1 on my favorite kind of licorice not… $20 for a meaningless box of chocolates or… roses meant only to impress he's the one who learns quickly he really wants to know things about me those little endearments… you know... like what my middle and last names are he knows and sees what I have to offer it will be appreciated by a true heart for I am not an empty headed young, seductress waiting... to sweep you off your feet with empty lines and ploys no... I am not that she who expects fancy gifts unloading your checkbook of it's contents putting out her soul for sale no... I'm not some plastic Tinker toy you put together and then pull apart so… I think I'll just wait until he comes along If not… when I'm alone I'm happy the smell of the dogwood their fragrance in the breeze I'm okay with just being me
It's like your scrambling my brain in a skillet I can't tell what you said and I am left with no wit When you start talking everything gets hot Everything gets blurry, I can't say if what I heard is right or not The sizzle of the butter as it melts down in the pan The pressure rises as butters browning, now do understand There go my nerves as the egg cracks making a sound There goes my heart as the edibles fall out When you loose me again as the egg and whisk go round Here I am again as the omelet takes it's route
In your eye's gleam the stars! It's the middle of the day... We never end a night in tears! We just argued last night away... I've never meet any one as beautiful as you! Yet how your eye's are drawn to the girl next in the queue... I think of you all the time You consume my every thought! I know you only think of work to fund bribes to keep my protest naught. I feel the future is bright for us, Beyond what I can see, My Dear, I'll protect you, on me you can depend. Protection against you is wise but I daren't complain,My Thorn, Beyond what you can see, is only next weeks end. You're such a patient listener, I hope my speech has not bored. By no means, I must confess, I am relieved of your fraud! You'll always be in my mind, My love has never cooled... That would because there is none I am not like others fooled! I can barely bring myself to leave... Shame you will be back again! Know I don't believe my luck... When it ends know you're to blame!
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A Good Man Understands. SHUT UP! I HATE YOU! GO AWAY! Don't forget to bring me back a kit-kat today :) DON'T TALK TO ME, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING! Pumpkin, where are you going? EWW! DON'T TOUCH ME, LEAVE ME ALONE! OMG, look at this new app on my phone! SEX?! HAHA...YEAH RIGHT! Babe, please stay and cuddle with me tonight <3 GO GET THE FREAKING HEAT PAD FOR ME! Honey, let's stay in and watch a movie please. WHO THE HELL IS THAT GIRL POSTING ON YOUR FACEBOOK?! Sorry baby, I didn't realize it was just Brooke. Wearing sweats to your parents' GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?! Sweetie, do these pants make me look fat? Good morning cutie? Want some breakfast? By the way I love You! "Done PMSing? THANK GOD! I love you too".
I once had a girl named Kate Who a Wolf tried to domesticate. But the Wolf got mad, and Kate wasn't glad Now they both have to masturbate.
Don't tell her she can't, whatever you do, or that is the path that she will pursue. Her eyebrow will raise, ideas will spin. It won't be too long before she must begin. Something inside her will seek to disprove, the notion that anything, "Simply won't move." At times it is handy. At times it is fun. She'll tackle whatever they say, "Can't be done." The effort involved is not her concern. Some times I watch her, if only to learn. She's always consistent, if you study her style. Challenge her ways, and she'll practice denial. Experience reveals the way she'll react. I've used it before, as a matter of fact. I told her, "No way, you can't possibly be, in love with a wannabe poet like me."
I usually find the taste of coffee Far too bitter for my taste But this mocha is smooth And so sweet Warm on my lips And rushing hot on my tongue Flooding my body with heat And making me want more I feel more awake with every sip But can never get enough Since mocha coffee is addictive And if the taste is slightly bitter too I want it all the more Author's Note: Do I really like coffee? No. Like the smell, like the ice cream, but tastes icky. No, this poem is talking about a person. This was written to tease him. It's funny because he's mocha colored :)
In days past, a scratch on a Willow at school; Bill I want to catch! I want a plan for a kiss, having a longing for stars. I do not want shy bliss! Sally has Glory today, owing to a swift plan, Bill did not slip away; Sally had a frying pan!
To Live Together By Rick Rucker I hate to have to live alone, Our love must be shared, on the phone, Meeting seldom, but as we can, Not a fun prospect for this crazy man! She knows that I love her, can't stand to be apart, Not since she captured my Mind, and my Heart, Just lately, we have found a ray of hope, Drowning in the Sea of Love, we found a lifeguard's rope, We found a place where we could live, To each other, our Love we would give, To awaken with her next to me, I would be so glad, and anguish free, I did not even have to scheme, To be able to realize this dream, Luckily, for the both of us, She goes about business, without fuss! When she asked me if I wanted to live together, I told her, my response dealt with when, and not whether! I told her, it would take me minutes to pack, And to carry my stuff, across town on my back! Whatever that I had to do, I would show her, that my love is true, Imagine, the two of us, living together, Through all the lovely Summer weather, I love heat, her not so much, She thinks that an ice tray, is almost warm to the touch! Of the heat thing, we will have to take care, I will run the heater, she can use the air!
There was a young lady from Leicester Who met a young man who impressed her She was swept off her feet And her heart skipped a beat When he cuddled and kissed and caressed her
Full Moon Brimming On A Hungry Wolf Fire still burning Words are not enough Red Riding Hood, You stopped me where i stood. The basket you held, looked so good, I enticed...And you fell... In the woods... safe and sound We could not believe what we had found Me in denim... and you it lace We understood, each other so very well Full moon brimming over with light Gazing into the eyes of the other The twin to me, I did see, in You. Be careful with my heart, my love. My running shoes are unlaced for now, So lean back and enjoy the ride. Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow. rlm
As she walked in to the room The air filled with the smell of lilacs Sweet music drifted to my ears As she walked in to the room. As she walked in to the room My heart skipped a thousand beats My eyes saw the worlds beauty As she walked in to the room. As she walked in to the room Her smile enlightened my day Her shining hair moved my emotions As she walked in to the room. As she walked in to the room She embraced a young man nearby My dreams awoke me to reality As they walked out of the room.
I'll ask no questions - You're the less is more kind, But I'm clearly confused, And seeing I'm blind To what you don't say, The next time now, You're going to stay? You were wrong When you left right? If I remember to forget, And agree not to fight, Hey! while the sun shines there, Or whatever the stormy weather As long as its fair, We can be alone together?
The nocturnal phone Conversation went on It became daily She was down-to-earth We became fond of ourselves Our physical looks scared us a bit Beauty and Handsomeness We both took with fate She wasn't moved even When I feigned tribal marks When I was still ruminating What are we into? She branded it and slam it on my face "A relationship" she averred gently smiling I couldn't go back to the word "friendship" Alayande Stephen T. 8.10pm 8th of November, 2007 It is a continuation, still for IBK.
'Blame It On The Rain' Well, I'm gonna' show you my redneck trainin', An' I ain't gonna' have to do no strainin' To pick you up an' throw you outta that door. Well, I've had just about all that I can take An' girl--you've gone an' made you a Big Mistake. I'm gonna' use you to mop up all this floor... I ain't takin' no more. And I don't give a rat's ass where you come from 'Cause I know you and you ain't nothin' but scumb Tryin' to act like you are real High Class. You been callin' my man on the telephone; Goin' to his house and won't leave him alone. Brace yourself! I'm here to whoop your sorry ass... I ain't takin' no more. Now I ain't the type that likes to cuss and fight But somethin' in me's just gotta make things right. I ain't sayin' nothin' else--it's all the same... So we can do this here or take it outside Or I can take you down the road for a ride. An' I don't care if you don't think you're to blame... Just blame it on the Rain!! deborah burch© 4/09/2012
I was born in Babylon Everyday I want to be alone I prayed not to get low Everyday Babylon claim more soul I just have to go, seek for more show I grow with no shoes under my foots Ganger is my food, Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room Webs block my views, killing my crews What can I do to survive when am buzz Where is that place to get crazy? That place you cannot erase, That camp with more space, Where you don't have to get late That place where you just want to be free from "Babylon" Babylon" Babylon…I want to be free If there is a question, it should be about relation My action will generate your reaction Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon? The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn Cut the vegetables; let's be able to be stable
i realky hate my life and all the fake people in it People are hella fake just a bunch of haters trying to see the drama they can create thats exactly why i wana get out of this state because im surrounded a bunch fakes who hate People always got to talk down just like cowards they do it when im not around.No matter what I do someone always has something to say and me and my buisness people talk about every single day thats what makes me wanna just get away Cowards and fakes are what they are I shine like a star why there over there hating and wont make it far.
If I told you that I cry when we argue You'd probably say its time for you to leave You'd say I care to much and I want more Than what you can give me. But I'm not asking for anything. I just want you near me. I want to be honest But you have to stop Threatening to walk away If you were gonna walk Away you wouldn't have let me stay Something in both of us is not finished yet I don't know how long this will last All I know is that I'm not done yet.
Clamped down with no air to breathe, Get off me, let go, I beg of you please. One more breath that's all that I ask. I never understood heartbreak before tonight, but people were right, Its leaves you hallow with no light. I do not blame him, he was too good for me I realised, But all I wish is that he didn't see, That's so wrong but that's just me. I will do anything to be back with my baby. If words would work I would send this to you, But like I've said before actions will only do. Believe me when I say no one has loved you more, Just look into my eyes and you will see what I adore. Love is a funny thing, it cannot easily be seen, Surly I should have a flashing sign that says spoken for with glee. You may not want me now, but that sign will be there, Until we finally meet and our hearts we can share. I will treat you like a king, because that's what you are to me, You deserve everything in this world and much more than me. But I will do my best to support you, In your darkest hours and the fun times too. I will smile and pat your head because you know it's true, That I can't imagine being with anyone in this world but you. You may think I'm condescending when I pop out with such words like "your sexy ass too" But the funny thing is, is that it's totally true. I'm glad you don't see yourself as clearly as I do, Because there is no way I would end up with bloke like you. A kind and smart witted guy I have to declare, that you can have my heart, As long as I don't have to share. That's all that I ask, is that you love me back, It's not too much so please don't grow impatient and crack. When we meet it will be worth it I swear, We will hold each other in our arms and.........life will be fair……..
because of you, my heart is filled with joy because of you, we now have a little boy i want more of your love like a kid wants candy your love to me, is an alcoholic's brandy because of you, i will never give up because of you my passion erupts your soul to me, a painter's new work of art your warm embrace, a winter coat that heats my heart because of you, i don't have to worry because of you, i get home in a hurry your rough but delicate ways oh so nimble your arms to me like a seamstress' thimble because of you, I'm never alone because of you, i will never move on your love and your passion, my reasons to be because without you, there would be no me
If I could have a single wish And have that wish come true I'd wish that we could always be Together, me and you I'd wish eternal happiness A lifetime filled with bliss To hold you in my arms each night And feel your tender kiss Just having you beside me Is all I that I desire You are the one I dream of You set my heart on fire I'd wish for you because, you know, I simply can't resist ya But.If you don't stop your moaning' I'll be wishing for your sister
"Hey... I love you!" "I love you, too." "I'm glad we got that settled, It's a good start." "Settled? Like the cereal in the bottom of the box? or settled like nightfall? or fog? or dust? or bad debt?" "Keep on, you won't be able too settle your butt down, the next time I see you. Every way you settle will be a little painful." "I love you, Babe!" "I love you, too." We got that settled fast! We're off to a good start. Now, to determine, "How much?"
I am an invisible man. Try and see me if you can. Shy and quiet I remain alone. Silent is my voice's tone No one can feel my pain and sorrow As I hide inside of my burrow. Shadows consume my body and soul As I embrace the misty cold. The reason for my unseen being Lies in the fact I hate being seen. This life and existence's of my own choice And I choose not to have a voice. I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent. Yet I am invincible, an immortal being
Joanna Davis Bulging bags, a half eaten bun Scribbled postcards penned on the run Victoria station, just two stops away From the end of another short holiday Summers over, time to return To cooking and cleaning, the list goes on and on Souvenirs a plenty; a mug of the queen Galleries and gardens, no sight left unseen Last hugs and kisses, watering eyes No time for tears, or long goodbyes Days we'll long remember, You and I Funny how quickly, the time's flown by I'll write you; I promise, a letter each day Until it's your turn to come over, and stay
The fire in your eyes burn A rapid radiant glow A soulful stroll steps into The twinkling of your toes The twist of your body responds To the most generous gestures The harmony in your heart Surrenders to a familiar notion Of festive When the spectacular sparks Trigger the twitching in your nose And firecrackers flare the embrace To explode Then you will finally feel the Longevity of love in your entire life It's enjoying the inevitable Sting of the insect bite…
(the word (moll) means a mobsters wife or girlfriend) I heard of a wiseguy named Guido Who suffered a waning libido His disgruntled moll Made a quick call Now Guido is incognito
You think you might be in love. You think he/her might be in love with you. You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things? You think a lot, you worry a lot. But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things? Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things? Now that there is something to think about. *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might* -Angel4eva23
The Image of Being In Need My eyes are covered in gauze, from dirt scratching both of my corneas. My boyfriend leads me around otherwise I'd find myself on my knees feeling the ground. He takes care of me and tends to my needs. He accidently squirts ear wax cleaner into my eyes instead of my prescribed eye drops. Oh the pain, I thought would drive me insane. No apologies either! He picks my clothes out and helps me dress, too close for my comfort. The humility found in depending on another for survival was not high. So glad I'm looking for a new guy now, the image of me depending on him for a lifetime is not a good one. For he left me feeling more like a burden then a friend in need, to me that makes him a bad seed for me.
Shall I compare thee to my Adelaide? Thou art less lovely and less temperate. Rough winds shake you, my bony lady May, Adelaide's lease hath all a better date. Sometimes too hot your eye of hell shines, And often your ugly complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair always declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed. But her eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair her ow'st; Nor shall death brag her wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time her grow'st, So long as you can breathe or you can see, So long lives thou, and I will not love thee.
So, hey... Wass all this 'bout Valentines Day? Hell, ain't much more'n a play. Peoples just acting the day away T' git some roughin' later in the hay. Been thinkin' 'bout this fer hours... What's the deal with them flowers? Ain't no really big WOW!ers. Better sendin' 'em back to the plowers. Oh yeah, and "I love you" on some dang card!? What am I, a freakin' retard? Mushier 'n a tub o' lard. Y' know, after a while... ...some things just git tired. What else I forgit? Gifts I can't afford for s(p)it. Lingerie or heart-shaped oven mit? Hell, you know ain't nothin' gonna fit. Now I know somethin' here's amiss. Don't understand farther 'n i can piss. There a senimenal romance somewhere's in all this. So come on over here, darlin',...and give me a kiss.
"I love you." "I love you too." His half crooked smile Lets' me know it's true His feelings for me are real But do I really love him, like I love you? I'm not sure about what I thought I once knew… When I look into his eyes, I see the darkness, The mystery pulling me to wonder, Is this real? Can someone be replacing the boy I loved so long ago? Can someone actually fix this broken heart? "Let's run away together and leave our troubles behind." I look at him like he's crazy. "Let's do it; just you and I." Am I just as crazy? His lips are warm; not like yours but sweet and soothing He holds me tight as he plans this trip of the world "The world of love" is what he calls it. I like it. "What places do you have in mind?" "Anywhere you want to go, as long as I'm with you."
let me set your mind right let me take you out tonight girl let me show you a good time "if only" if only you let me show you how I can be I could be that guy you need I could be the one to set you free... "if only" if only
********Their Are so many things' going on in this World that people don't know what to say or how they ACT........ Dear John: I think that it is time For Me to leave you alone The last time I came by your house You were gone... ---- It's not that I am Your Sugar Daddy And all that..... And certainly, not Your Daddy Mack ------ But the last time That I saw you... You had almost given Me a Heart Attack ------ We meet in the alley Just to dilly and a little daley But, something strange Happen, In the alley... And I am not one to fight So don't think about All the hipe'. ------- You droped your ID Card Some-where in the yard Some where in the alley Their it was.. It was your card.. ------ That it was a big fascuade ------ It said that your name Wasn't John.... ------ It' said Mrs. Sally And I don't care if it Were Steven Omalley... Or just plain Smiley ------ Just not the kind of girl That I should marrie.. Or even meet in an alley GF The next time you meet John, and want to know what is up...... Just wait to see if she left the toilet seat up! * This poem was not to pick some-one up! But, for them to listen at what is going down! Gary Fields' ******** This World is full of double meanings*******
when you are with a woman... what is so hard bout being there for her every need what is so hard bout being there for her at all she chose you for a reason one i can't fathom from reality your spinal cord had a chronic continuous spasm i wish my girls well in their conquests i wish my girls the best when they end up with punks who can't hold her own it drives me up the wall from sanity simple... you have seemed to fall how can you look in the mirror and not cry how can you call yourself a man... much less even a guy how dare you criticize me, a woman... who can fulfill your shoes with more to spare a shame you exist at all... for some reason my girl for you proceeds to care I love life I love people I love people I will meet a week from today but you, my child... you lack BACKBONE that to you is all I can say
gonna get caught gonna get caught boy ya gonna get caught gonna get caught repeat2x: pulling me with ya smile melting my heart with ya voice we sat and talk for a while I like the way you made me your first choice you bought me drinks you even danced with me yo girl might catch you flirtin with me if it could be we can make history bring new swag to chemistry "AY!" gonna get caught gonna get caught boy ya gonna get caught gonna get caught repeat2x: you with yo girl thinkin of me when I walk by you winking at me "AY!" you with yo girl wishin we could be cuz you keep textin keep textin me "AY!" I want you I need you I want to make love to you "umm" gonna get caught gonna get caught boy ya gonna get caught gonna get caught repeat2x:
Blood doesn't always make you family to me its loyalty and respect if I need you right beside me is where you'll be To me blood is not a big deal,To me it matters whos real and whos around when im up or when i fallen to the ground thats how i feel for me always ready to chill and for me will kill the people who always been there before and are here still
you open the window you burning candlelights you take my love away we both making love all night you think you have me screaming oh boy i got you dreaming cus this scene is fading, fading, fading yo dream so suspense
Pour a shot for me, pour a shot for you. Swallow down, so quick is the liqueur. You recoil in pleasure, it tastes good. Set it up again, time to put up another two. You think about forgetting the pain, But your just making it all worse. Slowly, slowly the picture gets dizzier, Good judgement goes down the drain. You love the crown, and he does his job, Making you feel heavy then ultra light. Words mind as well be backwards, And all your thoughts, so many, he did rob. You look at each other, sloppily thinking, And you remember what you did forget. Unsure if the other is feeling the same way. Look away, wondering, both keep drinking. F- it! You slow melt into the way it was. Sooo goooood, but oh soooo baaaaadddd! The restraint clock is over, time to give in, You're already too far, no stop, no pause. Tricky is the soundtrack, intense is the play. Between are you two, crazy is this game. Long, amazing, wishing it could last forever, But you doubt it, you wake sober the next day. Was so much fun, and it was much shattering. Again, you are so weak, you shake your head. Your foolishness, your eyes drawn asunder. But so much more then one night of smattering. You part, intense attraction you have to ignore, But so comfortable and also so careless. You try not look over you shoulder at the other. Never again... Hell, till they put up two more.
I wish I was a superman, -Or maybe a hulk, Incredible, or huger, -Man, I could do it all. I would save a day or two, In my cape and flashy suit, of red and gold and blue, I would be a superman for you. I know that I could be a great, the number one world heavyweight, belt around my waist, a check, for the champion, the best, I bet that they would lift me up, crowds would cheer and scream and stuff, If only I could be a superman. I wish I was a superman, -Or maybe a hulk, Incredible, or huger, -Man, I could do it all. I would save a day or two, In my cape and flashy suit, of red and gold and blue, I would be a superman for you. If the trouble was to brew, I'd be there in a sec. I would fly at altitudes, higher then any jet. I would bend a beam of light, I would stop a train. I would rustle clouds at night, I would make it rain. I would do it all it's true, I would do it all for you, if only I could be a superman. I wish I was a superman, -Or maybe a hulk, Incredible, or huger, -Man, I could do it all. I would save a day or two, In my cape and flashy suit, of red and gold and blue, Oh, I, will, be, a superman, -for you!
Do you have a boyfriend? Do he treat you good? Do he come from the hood? Do he kiss good? Do he smell nice? Do he do you right? Do he ride a car or bike? Do he call you at night? Do he ask is everything's alright? Have he saw your mom? Have he met you dad? Well, it's all good cause I got your man! But you don't so talk to the hand cause your face don't understand!
My soul mate My soul mate Did father let you go? From the pearly gates of heaven In due time we shall know My true love My true love Just being in your presence My faced began to glow Our first encounter was pleasant My future man My future husband Meeting you was a blessing It happen so quickly you were my man and I became your woman My time with you so far has been amazing You had to be sent from heaven Because when I met you I promised to be in a love recession
I lusted after Deborah from my first day at school. As did every other boy, her looks made them all drool. On Valentines I sent a card despite my inhibition. She responded with a churlish smile that set me on a mission, I asked her for a date and she replied "well, that depends… …in fact, on second thoughts, I'd rather we were Just Friends"
My best friend once Told me that she Had my back, But then, I found out What the problem was It was that she really Had my back -And- Yes, my best friend Did have my back And it sticks', pricks' And it hurt's All over, and over And over again! GF
let me make you unwind damn girl you fine let me set ya mind straight let me open the gate let me make ya bed rattle make you shiver a little girl it wont be long before your branches get brittle, you would like that if I make ya ooz in the middle and make you eaze down low and make you play with my fiddle and make a new song makin new tunes in ya mouth draining me dry makin my stick have a drought I got that fire girl you know wat im all about makin ya moan and scream I wanna make ya shout "ay boy ay boy, you makin me hot" I have a whole lotta cum and I just cant stop if you let me stick it in to connect the dot
There was one - then there were two... they looked identical, they sounded the same, they even laughed the same way. I saw one - she looked cute, or was it the other one? I talked to her - she seemed nice, or was it the other one? I asked her out - she said "yes," or was it the other one? I picked her up - she looked stunning, or was it the other one? We had a great time laughing, joking, and enjoying the time together. I dropped her off at her house - we kissed "goodnight" for hours, or was it the other one? While driving home, I couldn't stop thinking about her, or was I really thinking about the other one? For "A Dilemma" contest sponsored by Joe Flach.
"Yesterday i Was, So A Blond" (Rock/Pop) yesterday i gave you the best of me yesterday i need to be in your arms but yesterday is so dead and gone hook: SO! so long, so long, your so gone your just a want to be Don Juan so now you can so the hell move on yesterday i was so blond but today I'm gona so move on can hear your lies won't give us another try hook: SO! so long, so long, your so gone your just a want to be Don Juan so now you can so the hell move on because yesterday i was so blond~ by:lyricvixen
A Love Poem Get under my shoe. Crawl down there and flatten. Spread yourself, ooze Between the cracks of my heels, Solidify with old gum and dog hair and Stay there. Squish when I tip to the balls of my feet, Sink into cement, Drown out in the moist heat of Baltimore sunshine. Stick to the blacktop, Leave small chunks of yourself behind to Dry out and crust over For a dog to nibble, Or a bum to piss on, Or a crow to pick at He'll peck out your eyes, At least what's left of them. I'll track the rest of you home through Back alley water and random piles of Dog shit. Then I'll loosen and scrape you with An old gnarly stick, Fling your remnants across my front porch and Walk inside, Without thought, Leave you there to Ponder your shit-and-scum-covered existence before the Noonday rains come and wash you away.
Lisa was the very first love of my youth, even her voice had the sound of a flute; how funny she looked with those huge, black sunglasses matching her blue bikini...honestly I had plenty of laughs! I surely approached like any other boy would, trying to mentally rehearse my intent... and finding courage took a planned incident, which made me conquer her with an insincere word. "Sorry for messing up your clean blanket, the hot sand burned my feet and I got mad!" I humbly said with the tenderest voice to win her favor... " No need to apologize. " she replied, touching her red hair. And suddenly a summer steamy love began... how delighted and how lucky I was to have gotten away so shamelessly with my pretense, then she asked me to get off the hot sand and sit on her blanket to listen to Cher...oh, she longed for her Sonny! Lisa was the very first love of my youth filled with sensation; when I open my cluttered closet, a withered carnation, she put in my tuxedo jacket, still evokes our last date... the eighties were a joy to explore with her without any haste.
My lover really makes me sick! I swear this is no mean trick to get you to read anther line, take more of your valuable time. But my love really makes me shout All these tiny little spots come out My body heaves and rolls about once again those spots come out. Over arms, legs and body too... I'm in despair, what can I do? 'LEAVE HIM!!' Is that what I heard you say? Real life's never quite that way If it were really quite so simple Your nose wouldn't have that ENORMOUS Pimple!!
We met again after 23 years Laughed, reminisced through all the tears Now's our time to begin this adventure together Dancing, swimming, just doing whatever But now he seems strange like he has something to hide Is it me or just my stupid pride? Running around the house like paparazzi is outside Trying not to be seen, always trying to hide Is this fool on drugs or just paranoid or such Whatever it is, he's driving me nuts Never wanting to go anywhere just leave him be Maybe he just wants to be alone with me? Can't be that because he's always in a hurry Stops by in a flash then out with a fury After much thought and inquiry I found he has a wife This idiot was playing me because he had another life You jerk, you idiot, just tell the truth I plead I would rather be alone than caught up in your dirty deed!
In Carolina there is no helmet law As my girlfriend complains, all I hear is blah, blah, blah She is still stewing over me buying all the accessories in the catalog I tell her to bow down to me, I am now the Big Bad Dog I am now sportin' my new leather chaps Up side the head, from her I get a smack I will mark a new territory the Hell's Angels would fear to tread Looking hard and ridin' dirty on my Moped At this point, I tear the sleeves off my blue jean jacket She tells me to stop trying to Mac It I smile with my Gold tooth displayed She tells me I need help, she drops to her knees to pray Then she asks me if I stopped taking my Meds I tell her I really love you, it's a Two seater, we can both ride dirty on my Moped I tell her I haven't shaved for Five days She says she sees the peach fuzz on my face I look at her and tell her I am a 15 year old trying to make it in this dog eat dog society Either get on or get out and miss my noteriety She says she's had enough and besides it's almost curfew So I depart to the trailer park and pick up that floozy Gracie Lou I tell her to hang on, it could get wild, I am what they call pure white bread She grabs my waist and is ready to ride dirty on my Moped It can't get any dirtier, a trailer girl that smells real bad I look back and recall, this was the best summer I ever had
1. I nee some bo, bo paper! 2. Kiss my bo..bo... 3. Liar, Liar sock's on fire! 4. Life is hope I need some Pope Hope is man folks.... 5. Mercy Said No...No ischeca-duta in bed.... Isch-cha-denta a pillow to night So daddy, Isheah-denta-ooo and I love you too. 6. I didn't Isch-cha-duae to day' But for my own sake I will pray this way 7. Mercy said no Ish-chu-de to night Cause I said so A pillow to sleep on my bed And a Gorilla in my head I am kind of scared That Gorilla might Ischeh-duta-eat me' Look under my bed Uncle Gary GF *****Note:***** Every little girl want's to Isch-cah-duta some-time's...... :-)'s.....Kiss>kiss
Many times I've told you that I love you Always have and always will We've had a lot of ups and downs But as long as we stay by eachother's side We can get through anything. A casual encounter turned into a lot more There was only one thing on our minds We had no idea we would fall in love No idea that 3 years later we would still be together and have had a baby girl. If that casual encounter never had happened, I wouldn't have found the love of my life I wouldn't have you, or our daughter Two of the best things in my life.
Some people are scared of spiders, Others are scared of lightning, But to me, it somehow seems, My boyfriend is scared of the ironing. The heat from the iron's hot plate, Cause beads to form on his head And the thought of folding all those clothes, Clearly fills him with dread. I sometimes think it would be nice, If he'd give his own pants a press, But his cheeks drain at the sight of the board, And it isn't worth the stress. And I love my boyfriend, And so I choose not to mither, And end up doing the ironing myself, (He's not keen on the hoovering either!) Maybe perhaps for All Hallows Eve, I'll scare my boyfriend to pieces, By adorning the house with crumpled clothes, And leave him to remove the creases!
you're like the beautiful starz and the rainbows I can take you anywhere you want to go come ride in my shuttle, I have no cars we can travel to venus and then mars we can visit the beach and dance by the sea we can make love under the palm trees excuse me, do you think we meant to be if you ask me I can picture you and me living heaven on earth growin old together(happily married) I can take you to a place that no one goes its somewhere ova the rainbow take my hand, plz dont be afraid to go to love land, real love is the way I can put you in the zone so you dont wanna go I whispered in your ear words no one told now you gettin hot I got your mind blown now you dont wanna leave you dont wanna go home you're like the beautiful starz and the rainbows I can take you anywhere you want to go come ride in my shuttle, I have no cars we can travel to venus and then mars
Stuttering words, they fade away dying like a flame gone cold; Nothing much is left to say but this need that's born of old, old as the skies up above. Now! Now! the fervent plea sung by lips seeking a bond; This must be... it must be... frantic pants of souls love-burned, dazed by desire's hot touch Our eager lips cling together urging on an explosion; Time recedes, she goes further borne by waves of that ocean that sweeps across our hungry hearts. Alas! her father, he walks in and we spring far-far apart; Babbling words to hide our sin still it burns in our hearts this earth-born need between you and I
is it fun and a game, or is it insane. just to keep milking it. the way, you all do now. look at your hands. warm and slippery. yellow and dripping so wet. and ever growing. you're fevered and glowing. all of your faces so red. rejected by him at the prom. him by all of you. ruffies you put in his milk. He does not drink, what you think he drinks he is good. and loved by all, just as he should. and look at him now. passed out cold. but how can you now. how can you, and you and your friends. as one squeezes, the brown paper bag. and when one's coming up each well worn flight of stairs the other's coming down. and all of you giggle and *sigh.* and all of that spilled milk. milk all that white milk. looking around it is every where. it's on your faces, and on your hands. those blouses you change and your skirts. are soaked as well. deep asleep, like a babe. and yes you were knowing, now as he comes again. and you know by now, know he's in pain. and none of you seem to care. here comes a lover, that none of you knew. that a hunk like him could be 'gay'. and you didn't know, that he was gay. feeding him all of those ruffies, like the three of you, have done in the past. like the ones who, came to school the very next day, with out memories of those nights of the past. what do all you think of your selves now. and even more so do you now. as he lays on your couch, deep fast in sleep. alive in your hands moving how. Is It Poetry
can I have it can I get it you know I want it baby boy I need it some love "Give me some love some love "Give me some love" repeat2x: [Michelle] hey lova [boy] thats not me yet [Michelle] hey lova [boy] thats not me yet [Michelle] it will soon be, just you and me, just wait and see, I call it destiny [Michelle] hey lova [boy] thats not me yet [Michelle] hey lova [boy] thats not me yet [Michelle] give me some love "some love" give me some love "some love can I have it can I get it you know I want it baby boy I need it some love "Give me some love some love "Give me some love" repeat2x: [boy] girl I know you want this [Michelle] your love [boy] let me think about this [Michelle] give me your love I want your love
I wanna do things to do no other woman have's before I wanna make you cum so hard That you would want more The things I can show and tech you You would be shocked I know I am young And your old But their is so much we can learn And tech one other So let's do it Light some candles And see what we can do Oh baby Don't be sarced We can do this Don't worry Virgia Ant needed it I wanna see what you got old timer So let's get it on.
If given a choice of sausage or pepperoni, or perhaps mushroom, peppers, or anchovy, this is what I would say instead: "I have tried a blonde and brunette, how about a redhead?" There is a pizza place owned and operated by Luigi. He has some of the cutest girls making delivery. They are the sweetest things this side of Italy. Just call Luigi, and one is on the way in a hurry. If you do not like pizza, would you like subs or spaghetti? For delivery, they cover a wide area of town. The food and the women are the best hands down. For me, I will take any girl any day. I feel hungry. I will call them right away!
All over her world I'd love to go To mountains of high and plains of low To Patagonia of the Argentinian tip I'll let my thoughts make that trip Off to the Andes and Mount Everest high With my hands I'll climb and sigh Over many oceans and seas I'll sail Investigating all over in total detail Journeys can take ages and some unplanned But this is a world, in my eyes scanned To all who think this is my holiday chat Upon my Missy I have painted the worlds map http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-11.php
stubborn at the most unfortunate moments and quick with a flabbergasted wit he ambushes me from the alleys in his mind from behind where four strikes are uncommon and frequently commented upon let's try to ignore the inane flattery and take into consideration three screwdrivers deep the fantastic premise this is situated upon apart-heid has rendered my fat and substance unfit avocados are for brains still, lavender for calm we come together in spite of differing points of perspective expatriated breaths gasped and sighed at in the dwelling I somehow fancied as a home has suddenly become a jail/reformatory/pilgrimage a complex and refracted reflected gallery of smiles and countenances not discourteous simulateously entertained with quips and the locking of eyes with the neighborhood bulldog he arrives again with breath like linament stale tobacco and promises we bicker and yell no promise as of yet has transpired above a certain hell of vacuous emotion
Valentine Day is arriving soon And your smile is as bright as the moon So why don't you give me a kiss Because this chance we cannot miss Don't be wrong this is not some cheesy hook up line Perhaps we can also go out to dine Because your smile is a crime Even when your face is covered in grime So what do you have to say Won't you be mine on Valentines Day You and I cannot let this chance pass Especially when you are one fine lass
Incited by her Allure Sensuelle... a vulnerable man is noticed by all. Quite by nature, I rarely frequent clubs... loud music turns me into a demon from hell. She brought me so many Martinis on the Rocks... I drank them too quickly and took a bad fall. The spell in the potion must have acted too slowly... I showed her respect, but she became too sensual. Discovering the foul play, I was dismayed by her madnesss... she left in a hurry and disappeared down the crowded hall. Entered in Jared Pickett's contest, " The Ghazal "
Oh! How can I forget your face The tenderness, of your embrace Your precious smile your gentle kiss These things, I know, I'll always miss The way you'd squeeze and hold me tight And making love all through the night The way you'd talk the whole day long Or sing that sad old country song The times we had, and we had some But sadly now the time has come For this will be our final parting All because you can't stop farting
I'm pushing this heavy cart without any strenght left, and through isles swarming with shoppers I'm confused by the above signs; I rush to the one I missed dismaying onlookers. How can I be so forgetful... shouldn't I have a list of all items I use thoughout the week? I admit that guys are different from gals with their minds focus on household things! Yes, we guys aren't as patient as they are, looking for bargains is a thriftiness that bugs us; and down those isles we go..not reading labels, not comparing prices...just filling up our shopping cart with food we don't really need! And who will be embarassed when the cashier tells us annoyingly that the credit card has been declined! Oh, good grief...we don't carry enough cash, to avoid blushing in the publice eye while the the line gets longer! My advice to you guys: before you venture out shopping, stash your wallet with enough cash, or check the balance on your credit or debit card; it's another way of being smart! And besides being admired, you may also find romance while you are in line and a pretty girl smiles, trying to start an intelligent conversation... leading to a date or even marriage! Do you get it? Look sharp, flash lots of money and really get lucky! If you fellas do what I have suggested, you'll have broads flocking to you and your buddies will envy you for your luck!
Saying Whatever, Why don't you care Why should I have bothered with you I tried so hard without thanks Should have made Beans and Franks I had slaved all day In the Kitchen now you get nothing starve!
DYING OF ANXIETY Very tall, I mean not too short A Plump, you mean No, of a slim figurative expression Yes, but dark in body colour Not light enough to lit The room in darkness Neither here nor there, is that! Of the chocolate colour, Is she hot-tempered, over-jealous or Gentle like a dove without pretence My head chorused at once Still, dying of anxiety. Does he have a beard? Or his hair full of bush or baldness? Is he looking mean With a scaring scar on his face? Or does he belong to the "Lion Entanglement Tribe?" Is he a man with a tender heart? Or with a heart-melting gentle touch Does he have a strong palm like the farmer? Or snores like a pig while on a mattress She sighed a breath of relief to the day to behold As fear of the unknown grip her body. As cock crows in the dark early hours It's a day off the d-day The day of emotional confrontation I smiled for the day to Romeo my Juliet Suddenly, anxiety cast aspersion on my smile. Alayande Stephen T. 5.44pm 12th November, 2007 It was inside an Ayobo vehicle, was going home for a revival. Lion Entanglement Tribe means people with Tribal marks in Africa
I have to fine tune my ears to hear exactly what you're saying please tell me it's my imagination oh hell why don't you just pinch me to convince me… Did you just whisper the words? "l love you"? err, its not the first of April is it? I guess you're not joking because you're not laughing, silly me is turning your confession into something amusing… Thoughts are racing through my mind, Do I say I love you too? Or do I just say me too? Err I did not get the memo on declaring one's love or I was absent from class on that day… Someone please come to my rescue better yet, let me go call a friend, I'm sure one of my girlfriends will know how to handle this situation with more finesse than what this novice ever could…. While grabbing my phone I head for the door, turning around half screaming "Hold that thought, I'll be right back!" Disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind me…
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Do young boys start thinking of girls with imperfect make-up and pretty clothes who look like Barbie in every sense of the word? I used to look at them and laugh, thinking they were going to a party rather than attract the opposite sex! That's the time when girls were a fantasy, filling up this head with unrealistic thoughts... to have been the handsome Prince Charming, and offer them anything on a silver platter; and growing up I realized how silly I was... I had little to offer, still carrying their books to school! Somebody should have pinched me and told me that at such age chasing girls was a game of hide-and-seek, or a dance around-the-rosy to sing nursery rhymes; even my teacher loved my greasy hair with that combed-back hairdo, tight jeans and a plain t-shirt as handsome Travolta would wear... only made me famous for an afternoon on the dance floor! Those were the most exciting times for a naive boy like me charming them with that look of lover to make them fall in love with me, it worked, but after dancing they started giggling...whispering something that made me appreciate the ingenuity that girls had at the age of twelve; and would it had happened today, I probably would have gotten many kisses, remembering their smiles, but not saying, " That's the time when girls were a fantasy! " Written by Andrew Crisci for nette oncloud's contest, " ...At This Age "
silken lies blackest thoughts ~ first date
I've got fifty-three dollars and forty-nine cents And I'm aiming on spending it all I drove in my car To this dive of a bar And I'm planning on hearing "last call" Mr. Bartender, please You're the one who now sees How much I''m in need of a drink I came here to forget I don't want to regret And I would like to know what you think She has left me again Cause that bitch of a friend Keeps on filling her head with all lies So I'll drown in my beer Since I'm having to hear Another one of her goodbyes I'll just leave her alone Cause I know before long She'll come running on back home to me And I try to convince Myself not to wince It is what it is, let it be But inside of my head I keep thinking instead What if this time she doesn't come back What will I ever do If we really are through And I'm left with nothing but jack I had fifty-three dollars and forty-nine cents Minus six beers and change for the phone She is meeting me here For one last bottle of cheer Now I won't be leaving alone Confessions to a Bartender
To MAKE a pattern for feet socks you trace, you cut, you sew When making BIScuits you MEAsure, then knead your dough to make Love YOU see, You need, You know Yes, it was my pattern to find a man to cut me up I kneaded someone to measure me Not anymore I'm reporting to the girls I'm happy and sincere Please hear Change a tire or be tired not guilty Don't take out the trash for once be brash He won't starve except for your attention It's worth it to just be you it's sexy new P.S. you may need a new one to do it....
Upon a lonely Autumn night I spied my prince by artificial light Our eyes then met, and all was well His voice, so sweet, said "Go to Hell!" I laughed it off, assured he jest And vowed that I would do my best To win the hand of that valiant prince By exposing my heart, my love to evince For many a day, I followed his ways Learning the patterns of his days Careful to hide in alley and bush Awaiting the moment of the ambush My love, I knew, would fall to my feet If ever I worked up the courage to meet Aided, perhaps, with a hint of persuasion Enhanced by the use of anaesthatization Too shy to approach lest the ideal I mar I followed the life of my love from afar He seemed not to even know I exist Oh, but I knew that that I could fix! Upon a lonely Winter night I spied my prince walking by streetlight Our eyes then met, and before he could speak I silenced him with professionally employed technique Alas, we would finally be happy as one Belong to me or belong to no-one I'll have my way, as I always do I know that I was made for you Don't resist my psychotic persuasion I've an episode for every occasion An embittered word you devise to delay Will only make you easier to sway When in the darkness you feel fear You can know that I am near Waiting, watching, alway there You will be my cross to bear My dear, there's no reason to be blue I promise I'm not going to hurt you All I want is your fickle heart You and I will never part Something wicked this way will come Resist all you want, we both know you'll succumb Be it by poison, blackmail or lie You can't escape me, however you try
They say one is the loneliest number, And two heads are better than one. But I say -1 is worse, Because then you know what's missing. They say it is better to have loved and lost, Then to never have loved at all But they also say ignorance is bliss, And knowing is half the battle [Go Joe!] The hell that is loss, Is greater than lonely. So I say screw them/they. Learn to love yourself- The only one who will be there for life… Without you +1 or -1 doesn't matter… (It all averages out in the end…)
A Warm Heart, Cold Feet Girl Told Guy, Now Marry Me … … Kick Him In His Seat !
I thought I was to be part of the talk Thought that my coming Over was of talking it over But it appear, she has it over This time around, all by herself. My views never needed neither Nor my looks never a factor She had the calabash in her hand IBK, had it broken before my arrival Yet, she was all over me pleading "Please, I'm sorry, hope I didn't hurt you?" Alayande Stephen T. 4.15pm 23rd November 2007 Still in the bus at Ijan-Ekiti.
The ship officer and the Lady As I waited for my ship to dock at the onion pier, a clerk came and handed me a bag of garlic for the ship, I told him I had not ordered any and showed him my three silver rings on my uniform. He smirked and said I must have borrowed it to impress the gullible, I shrank inside the uniform and could not see my hands and feet. Met a lady who was waiting for the ship too, she was the wife of the chief engineer, and together we strolled to the end of the dock, where I resentfully threw the bag of garlic into the sea where it swelled, became a life boat that slowly drifted away. Back at the spot where the ship was supposed to dock we're told the ship had come and gone. The lady sat on a pollard crying, took her wedding ring off and threw it into the water, I, who had taken Lasix 40, peed into the same sea and its water turned pink. "Truly, this man is a saint someone whispered". Confident again I swelled in the uniform and could see my hands and feet . The clerk asked forgiveness and kissed the onyx ring on my left index finger and gave me another bag of garlic.
Our bodys close I feel the heat radiating, pulsating The sweet smell of your cologne tickles my nose Your making me quiver from head to toe Breathing deep and lost Skin so soft All to be heard is our heartbeats, As you hold onto your breathe Your short gasps of air, my fingers gliding threw your hair Bliss at its finest Laughing supressed Our actions take us onto the cold hard floor Oh, how I love our tickle wars Comment? :)
Counting Green Fruit Loops Wearing his spandex boxer shorts outside in the snow To get the paper, dancing to Dire Straits with my IPOD And my sports bra on. I notice the vacuum salesmen in the shop below our apartment, pointing and laughing at me! Yet this brings me no pain really, they just like the curves they see. They know I'm his Tid-Bits, that we wine and dine together often. But I'm in love; my head is full of wormholes when I'm around him. I don't see this love convention drifting away or turning into a Nuclear waste site any time soon. I just know this gig is going to last because we're friends too. We both believe that this UFO obsessed world is full of pain And to keep from going insane, you need to count more then Sheep when you have a bad case of insomnia. It's better to go to the Hammond Kitchen on the corner, the one that Rosie owns, where they have a cereal bar. Go there and count How many green fruit loops you see, or buy a telescope and start Counting how many lunar craters you see on the moon. Count until you fall asleep standing on your feet or fall Face first into the Listerine soaked tissue that's piled Up in the waste basket by the window, underneath The medicine cabinet. If we can conquer our insomnia together, then we can Conquer the world of green together.
There's a quick remedy for those neglected smiles, even your dentist won't tell you that... it's still a well-kept secret; grandma whispered it to mother, and mother to daughter, but not father to son? Isn't it hypocritical, boys? All women must be kissed by impatient men, and what's more attractive than teeth whitened by inexpensive baking soda, guys? It's time you made yours whiter than Paul's!
This is the man that I am No need for a detective because I have few mysteries Whatever you don't find its trapped somewhere inside my mind I put my life into words for the whole world to read I hope you enjoy what you see A South Korean English teacher by night An avid writer by day A helpless romantic somewhere in between The smile and joy from my students is priceless Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well I feel that everything in my life is finally going well From my writings you may find that hard to tell Sorry I don't write more fantasies or fables To convey happy emotions and attract more followers You are getting my life through my eyes I don't have a sweet tooth so I don't sugarcoat things I write what I have seen and how it has effected me My adventures and journeys have been vast Come with me on this ride Together we can both be pleasantly surprised With what I will write This is the the man that I am Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com
i wish i could swim the pacific ocean and back. and when i came back to sit in front of a burning burning fire until it dried me to the bone. and for my skeleton to be hung above your bed to act as a catcher of your night terrors and it would work because you would know that i was magical. because i swam the whole pacific ocean and back. for you.
To greet the day, the sun does rise overrun with golden flames. To my surprise, that centered sphere has a thing for slender dames. His solar slopes descend on her but a yard from where I sat. He found for me a single point, and acute young girl at that. She sported quite a quadrant fair, parabolic hips and chest; and though she too thought I was fine, I derived her somberness. Perhaps our origin would bring disappointment to her folks; her bottled sobs did soon subtract, and in tears, she softly spoke: "Parental factors intervene; our equation can't be solved." I kissed her puckered sinusoids: "but our bond will not dissolve. Your father's but a variable, and I know, with time, he'll change. Don't fret--we're bound by constant love; his approval's in my range. It matters not where we may lie, here amongst this earthly plane; two points are always linear, and a pair of hearts won't wane!"
I once knew two sisters aptly named Flora and Fauna I coulda loved them both for sure I was a goner Flora was a flowery lass pretty Fauna was easy to envy both sisters planted kisses on cheeks so warm and friendly Fauna could change chromatically instantly from green to red emotions turned emphatically joy morphed to anger instead Flora bright-colored and perfumed smelled wondrous and made me hot she'd float in and brighten any room while Fauna could definitely not animal instincts gave way you see though both sisters lovely when bare Fauna tasted a bit green to me Flora blossomed her flower to share © Goode Guy 2011-09-08
You screwed me hard. 'Til I screamed your name real loud. I came-now, you're gone. Wrote Fall 2004 made it mild for poetrysoup because no profanity is allowed while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
Still going ever deeper after all these years In rudimentary changes featured taunt in blinding fears That soft pull of a heart will light a spark Over head we can quietly look at butterfly's circling the wind With ovart cluster filled with circling eagles In summoned line formation to reach upward A tug at the heart will light a spark Still going deeper... It's gravtitational pull may bring some down Some lasting sentiment of praise withstand To help embrace fate nor that in some cup to raise In some darkened peril place with vile imaginative trace Along loose lines by which to bind Inside I still hide behind a garb filled with walls that are trapped With hidden wounds to silence then bind to bite & devour Shaded colors emmersed in radiant lights filtered to flourish In many faces proned in traces looking back at me from peril strain While the caged fury of the outside world is totally insane Still going ever deeper then ever before... A reckless abandonment from my fractured skull having ravaged body thrown on floor Some shouts of peril to doom will seal your tomb along a sunset shore A human heart is a choiced vice that can be used by choice They are garland to grace your head All her paths our peace yet some lead to the dead Guard your heart amidst the perils that falter Give me shelter to cry amidst the pain & turmoil Branded my reflection in a sentiment of reprise In strict adherance to the law from temporal recourse Although a tear drop should fall sends a shiver down my spine A fresh scent of dew will help swallow up the pine A passage of unique fragrance sprinkled on the quaint existance Within solace we can anticipate peace Through a memory filtered in the state of complete retreat Gone are the days to frolic in a haze Today we are all second guess as a mouse is in some maze It's gravitational pull will bring so many down Shadows proned again into inhilation, Heaven sent through angelic appease.. The choice of divination to some stuck twart existence. Planted in my fragile computerized egg shell mind!
******Calling All Poet's********* Mimunna is a switch/bate scham on the internet that has infiltrated our rank's...... Poet's, write and give her your love. Poet's take the floor and express your love via E-mail!!!!!!! Get the write-up, up! Kiss>Kiss>Kiss-up! *****She is at(email@example.com) Let her know we care!!!!! MIMUNNA, MIMUNNA Mimunna, Mimunna I know that you love me But, tell me is it me Or maybe My money That you are trying To free ------ You wrote me on the internet Told me that I was a catch But, you are nothing to me Not even an even match ------ I told you that I love you But, who love's who more Are you a real person Or are you just An inter-net whore ----- A whore on the internet Writing me back Seeing if I will fall for you Maybe give you some scratch ----- Baby, your'e Scheme is kind Of wack ------ Sure, you can write me On the internet And that is true So, remember that Their is just a little bit More than just loving you And that is this simply This thing called {Poetry) So, don't be a stranger Check me out on Poetry Soup GF Your friend in the pen/G.FIELDS
I was ' Walking ' back from grocery shopping When I saw something, that had me hopping… … mad, I mean… at what I seen … a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen ! They rode past in a top-down car She had shades on, like a Movie-Star My bags dropped down, due to shock… … Now… What She got, that I ain't got? … Her big ears blowing in the wind Now, I know, that's Man's Best Friend But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking is 'cause I need a new kind-of-Talking : Bow-Wow! Get my tail to Wagging Bow-Wow! Ain't too Proud for Begging Bow-Wow! Learn another kind of Language Bow-Wow… … see I can Manage … Bow-Wow ! I'm slowly Learning How - to Bow-Wow and it's Alright Now Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite? I started to Listen to the Canine next Door Yapping and a Howling – made 'em give Her More… Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop I Finally figured out "What They Got !" The next Man came, I Said, "They's Expensive, You may as well, get yourself a 'Mrs'…" … Bow-Wow! Bow-Wow! Get my tail to Wagging Bow-Wow! Ain't too Proud for Begging Bow-Wow! Learn another kind of Language Bow-Wow… … see I can Manage Bow-Wow ! I'm slowly Learning How to Bow-Wow and it's Alright Now Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, "Let's get a Dog" I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease… "We don't need nothing 'round with Fleas !" … and if You scratch behind My Ears, I'll make the kind of noise, you love to Hear ! … Bow-Wow! Move Over Rover Bow-Wow! Fe-Fe, Its Over ! Bow-Wow! This is My Growler Git' A Little Louder … Bow – Wow ! Bow-Wow… Wuff Wuff Wuff Carol Brown… This One's For You Kiddo' And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile) This Poem is From Bygone Days (Wouldn't You Know… The Silly One's Always Survive) Hope You Enjoy It…. MoonBee
' Can She Pick 'Em … ' 26th Senryu Boy, Can She Pick 'Em ! From Machiavelli-Boyfriend Rasputin-Husband
My bedroom wall and floor I did adorn, With part of the face I once had worn Now a real live Phantom I be, Masked all up, so no one can see Part bandage, part blood You should have seen the flood! Redyed my carpet sparkling red, The color courtesy of my busted head For several days I was a recluse, For me it seemed of little use To rise up,once again, From my splattered bed, To fall again and re-bust my head! But clever tom is hard to stop Even when his brain's a flop I signed up for in home nursing From my local escort service This did not please that girl of mine In fact it made her nervous So she came over to help Me see the error of my ways, My head gushed more blood For three more days She left me in a bloody haze Now in traction, I pose no threat Except to my mounting Medical debt.
Those leather pants fit perfectly Against your skin. I can't stop Staring; You can't stop teasing - It keeps me up all night, Struggling to Keep shouting. Nothing is resolved when you slam The bedroom door - Don't sleep Angry. You know I hate it when you Surprise me in the shower and Turn the screws until I Can't even think. All the blood Rushes to my head when I Clutch the curtain – you know I am there. I see you see me as I Hope we won't wake up bitter in the morning, Casting those cross couch glances and Judging. Your eyes are killer Aphrodisiacs, constantly seducing me Like that time I had to Pin you in the grass. As the rain came down I kissed Your lips and cradled you. I can still close my eyes and hear you whisper "You've left the toilet seat up again," I tell you that I'm sorry but we both know In the dim light of the television set I am barely listening. You smile and shake your head, For therein lies a flaw you choose to live with. You swear, one of these days you are going to Turn off the light and kiss Every inch of my body In honor of my being me, And in honor of your being you, I will return the favor. Afterward, we'll lie in love, Smiling in a comfortable silence Like the uncomfortable silences At the ends of those trivial arguments You start yet can't finish. There is no retort for my abashing. You say you're sorry but we both know That you don't really mean it, So I make sacrifices I choose to live with. I swear one of these days I am going to Cook the most wonderful meal, The kind where silence is a compliment Ending with content smiles, Doing the dishes, Cursing at new shirt stains and small cuts From knives hidden under soap water Although We don't really mind the healing process. I sleep and think, Tomorrow I should walk to the jewelry store and look over Diamonds, as I think of our Long nights, walking through lit up old villages Cuddling on the couch in the television light Drunkenly kissing beside bonfires Sharing friends and glances And love and life for good or for worse, Carrying the same heart. I can always push that button That has you turn me on, Be it a laugh, a smile, a sting, or a bite. We do what it takes to make us happy And it works, Especially when you put on Those leather pants.
A spit fire and one crazy chick. One of a kind twisted the mind. A first class tease drop ya to your knees Sometimes makes ya question if both arent sick. We found each other and sparks did fly. I a said im wreckless drunk and crazy She wrapped thoose arms around me and said well so am i. Takes a shot straight and hits like a man. we had a hell of a first night. Joking I said hey wanna knock over a seven eleven to which she said sure whats the plan. On the way to mexico she slaped my face saying you aint so tuff. Such a devilish angle. forget sweet and soft she preffers it nice and ruff. If i was to wonder I belive she'd set me on fire. she can problay kill me fast but she'd torture me slow. and for that kinda dedication i have to admire. Placed my hand apon her knees she grapped it and put it between her thighs. I have to admit that bad girl makes more than my blood pressure rise. Cops said not since Bonny and Clyde a happier couple did they ever see. It's such a shame they wanna imprison tinker and me. Ya know on the run when ya stop in every state Wrestle ya probaly wont get far. Had to sperate us when they relized were doing more than snugglin in back of a cop car. From Americas most wanted to Dateline NBC Seems Americas newest fun lovin criminals is Tinker and me.
Your love is like cold butter; I am the knife. It will not spread will not move it's hopelessly stuck. Obviously, as a knife, I have no need of butter. But look! Just over there! A hunk of bread! I'm quite sure that bread would go really, really well with some butter. It looks positively lonely, just sitting there on the cutting board. Can't you see it? I'm one for sharing, you see, especially when it comes to things of which I have no want. So please. For the love of that baguette, just go make nice. I'll even help, smooth things over. After all, that's what knives do. Besides cut. (But I'd really rather not introduce you to the sharpness and serration.) So: butter, meet bread. Bread, meet butter. And maybe we'll leave the utensils out of it.
I'm not critically aclaimed, I ain't got no money to my name, I'm having ot hang my head in shame, there ain't nothin' good about me, I'll just have to wait for you to see. I'm going to let you go, and if you come back, we'll take it slow. Look into my eyes, and dang boy, please don't lie, ah, come on, don' be shy, tell me how you feel, and be real. Lier. I'm gonna beat you in the head with a giant hammer, gonna cause a clamor, I'm gonna drag your body to a hotel, gonna crack you worse then the liberty bell. You feelin' me? I'm gonna stab you in the heart with a lit cigarette, feel no regret, I'm gonna scream at you, and if you run I'll pursue. You feelin' me? Oh no, I don't think you see, nobody lies to me, I don't think you feelin' me, I guess I wasn't meant to be on your family tree. You feelin' me? What do I have to do to knock some sense into you? I'll give pain where pain is due, I'll shoot you in the head with a water gun, then I'll suffocate you with a hamburger bun, I'll drown the eyewitness, then practice physical fitness, I'll chase you down when you run, then I'll shoot you with a real gun, I'll shoot you in the head, bang, you're dead. You feelin' me yet?
The Princess in her tower tall With oaken door and granite wall Sat sobbing at the window high "Will someone save me" she did sigh "Fear not young maid," a voice did shout "For I am here, to get you out; I have a cunning plan, so sly To free you from your tower high I'll dress as does a man who's poor Then knock upon the outer door And when the guard doth then unlock I'll beat his head in with this rock" "Kind Prince" she said from up above "You're someone, I could truly love But your attempt will be in vain To rescue me you'll need a crane Although your planning may seem sound I weigh three hundred and twenty pounds" The prince then pondered hard and long And wondered where he'd gone so wrong He yearned to be a Royal hubby But not to one who's quite so chubby. © John W Fenn 03-12-2008
So you can crush my hopes Destroy my dreams Puncture my heart Murder my self esteem Vaporize my personal confidence Humiliate my ego While throwing me into an abyss of self doubt On the bright side You will give me plenty of new material To write about I guess I should be in a relationship more often I guess this is the life of a writer Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com
There was a girl that was seriously in love with a poor boy, That poor boy could not be involved with her because he did not have any money to showe her that he loved her. The poor boy made a lot of mayhem of his self, So he could love her and care for her, Then the girl ran away so she can be with the poor boy and be happy.
I've got the headphones in my ears, but nothing's playing. I've got you on my mind, but you're not here. I've got you in my heart, but I can't feel you. You're always right there, but yet, you're never near. Our song is playing, but I can't hear the music. I'm just waiting for you to walk through that door. I said, well shouted, some things I didn't mean. We argued, but you've always come back home before. Now, I'm curled up in your t-shirt on the big chair. Now, my stubborn nature has kicked into gear. Now, I don't really want to see your face. Now, when you come home, I hope you feel fear. I hope your heart starts racing as fast as your thoughts. I hope you're nervous because you may have ran that red light. You always love to make me mad, because you think I'm cute angry. Then again, you're always afraid to lose me when we fight. Your headlights flicker on the wall across from me. Despite myself, I'm not angry anymore. In fact, my heart won't stop racing, and I actually have butterflies. All of this in anticipation of you walking through the door. I keep my hardened, stubborn composure. Until I see you come in with your tail between your legs and your puppy face. One look and all of my stubborn attitude fades, And I can't even remember why we were fighting in the first place.
i tried to stop your calcium intake so that you would never grow i wanted you to shrink so that i could keep you in my pocket and you could gnaw through the fabric and plunge onto my toes. i would walk you everywhere that i go. you would see all that i see eventually, you would be so small, you would crawl into my ear and scratch through my skull. you could infiltrate my thoughts and penetrate my nervous system. and then maybe you could feel all that i feel and realise that's it's you.
I don't know why I met you. This is a big mistake. I can only state, That I never thought things would be this way. As a result of us meeting and with each other spending time, I can't get you out of my mind. As the clock winds, the feelings are true. I simply love the hell out of you. The way you talk with the Thibodaux accent. The way you walk with your head high in conceited confidence. The way you think with the street sense, Makes me believe that you were heaven sent. There are some drawbacks though, You are sometimes stubborn and you have no dough, But with everyone you meet there are some cons and pros. I never wanted you in the beginning, And sometimes I say I don't want you no mo'. But at the back of my mind and with my full heart, I don't want us to ever part. I love you from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. I even love to watch you rub your nose. I'm just crazy about you, I suppose. You call everyday; I guess because you feel the same way. I don't know what else to say or do; I simply love the hell out of you.
There are many types, of poisons, like poison ivy, hemlock, sumac, we also have belladonna, and arsenic. I am not poison, neither have venom, nor a virus… Why have I not, heard from you for such a long time… Did I say something, that you didn't like? You can call or you come over whenever you want… I am not toxic, nor am I venomous, nor do I have a virus... I am not poisonous… By Sandra L. Hoban ©2004
Her name came from her native heritage from the Navajo Tribe I got this story because I offered her a bribe She works at McDonald's as a shift leader Her boyfriend, dropped out of school after the 6th grade, he goes by the name Skeeter They take their showers with the laundry soap Dash She has such a negative attitude, can't afford to change her native name Sourmash Her boyfriend loves her for the free food and on her paydays He has one shirt, the Toronto Blue Jays They live in a singlewide, Wikipedia trailer trash The deep love shared between Skeeter, McDonald's and Sourmash She just bought her first VHS tape, the mini series Roots Skeeter owes three more payments on his cowboy boots Skeeter has Sourmash convinced she is a direct descendant of Koonta Kinte' They sit and watch the movie as they eat their dinner on McDonald's meal trays The carpet is stained red with Piggly Wiggly brand hot sauce After drinking some Mad Dog 20/20 grape, Sourmash brags to Skeeter how at McDonald's she's the boss They are convinced the laundry soap is giving them a rash Good luck in your future with Skeeter, poor, poor Sourmash
Took Liberties, Son Lassitude, 'Cause Liaisons Are Just, Lust-Lonesome
Hey honey Have I told you Lately, That I really Really love you - If I didn't Then their is provably A really really Very good reason Why GF
Violet hues Birds in flight coo's Starburst fashion Sun's hot passion Crystal streams Valleys of green Sno-capped peaks Eagles that speaks Call of the wild Echoes of a lost child Can't seem to wake From this dormate faith Have no fear For vision is clear Arrived at Heaven's shore Was woken though by husband's dam snore
Night Buzz Loquacious wife snores, His mind's reprieve, time to rest; Silent time to think.
The spirit of the age has tempered vile degrade In desolation it's will torn wild We send vomit into letters exposed to loosened fetters Strangers Erupted in mass chaos in its plausible quest The more we want so the more we in turn invest We wait in idol fancy as some lost souls in Sid & Nancy We hurt then tie the tube getting loose lube filled with screws We plummage into a violent existance isn't it relevant? We think were alone yet we never are cause God is still in charge In social regard toward difficult matters that appease We lose sight of love & social need In foot steps drawn in the sand someday we may learn & understand In columns of rescued menure pile in its claim The world outside is totally insane A casual encounter with a so called friend? The next day you got Aids, now you got pain! The choices we make to appease the mind In columns of choiced red, blue & brown.... Broken promises through its shattered glass filled with pain Broken promises can easily drive a man insane A court jester will amuse the crowd as long as there is an occasion Perhaps society is in need of a break on a long awaited vacation? Closed minded sentiments filled in vile affection The novice gets hungry stops at his local 7 eleven Promises made in the dark have come full circle into the light Broken Promises with advant garde choices made in the night Elaborate decorum in want of passage; We last a minute & grieve as the savage!
Super Powers I have super powers, Haven't you heard? I can lift huge water towers With my magic powers. As fast as milk sours I can make grown men cower. My curves are so mighty Just to see them, You'll find yourself Running for hours. My ears'hearing Con penetrate thick walls, When you're miles away, They will hear you Singing about me In the soapy shower. When you kiss My luscious lips And sway with my Slender hips, You'll moan Much louder. Because girls As fine as me Have super powers.
Oh you do the dishes And I'll mop the floors Or you can do the trash And I'll do the sewing You can go to work And I'll just stay home You do the cows And I'll do the chickens You cook the meals And I'll set the table For there's no I In you and me Can't you plainly see So you keep the house And I'll keep the car You keep the kids And I'll pay the bills You do the shopping And I'll sit still You call the cops I'll call the lawyers For there's no I in you and me Can't you plainly see You run away I'll just Play You made up your mind Mine was just fine You tossed it all away Now I Just gotta say For there's no I in you and me Now don't you totaly agree Tribute To Lasting Relationships LOL That Work Together To Make It Happen
As he lays there with a smile, her turns over and glares into her face...the love over whelms him..as he thinks back to the night that passed...the passion that flowed through their body at such a fast rate...the love he craved was giving to in him in such excessive amounts...he struggled to keep his hands to himself...wanting more...but..she was sound asleep...he snuck out of bed into the kitchen.."now what should i make for breakfast?", he asked himself...as he was cooking...the aroma woke her up...she stumbled out of bed, down the stairs, into the kitchen...still sleep and tired from last night..she plopped into her chair...he walked up...gave her a kiss...and placed her plate in front of her.."had a good time last night?"...all she could do was smile...as they ate silently...their eyes connected the whole time...thoughts cluttered his mind...ready to take her back upstairs...he looked at the stairs...looked at her...and smiled...she got up...rand to the stairs and he followed...when they got upstairs...they both hopped in the bed...grabbed the wireless xbox 360 controllers...and played madden all day long...a lover's dream...lolz
Your Adam's Apple, Let Me Kiss When You Swallow, I Just Can't Resist Let Me Pluck It Softly, With My Lips And With My Tongue, Get One, Quick Lick To Savor The Sweetness Of Our Difference Taste These Urges To Your Manly Surges My Womanly Ramble Desires To Sample The Unique Example Of Fresh Shaved Adam's Apple Yummy !
It's totally inappropriate the way we act. We fuss, cuss, and fight in the light. But in the dark we act like two wild beasts, In loving delight. The only thing that we agree on, Is when we want to get it on. What is the purpose of doing this, If we give each other like pits? Needless to say, everyone has needs. Why stop doing the deed with someone, If he or she does it right? Is that the reason some men cheat on their wives? All I know is it is so weird, How we can't stand each other. But we consider each other the perfect lover. What is up with this? The main person that we said is crazy, In bed has your eyes all lazy. It makes no sense whatsoever, That person you hate so much, Could be your best lover. What is going on with us? Do we need to go to the psych ward, Or stay in bed and enjoy?
I gostta be dreamin this girl got me feenin her swag makes my heart sing she got me so thirsty she moves her body slow she turns up the tempo I dont know which way to go she got me sayin whoa
rush, boy you give me a rush, boy just hush, hush dont talk just touch, touch I cant escape, your warm embrace, I cant stop this feelin, your love runnin through my veins, I cant explain, what you do to me, I cant contain, the freak you bring outta me, "boy you give me a" rush boy you give me a rush boy just hush, hush dont talk just touch, touch you give me a repeat2x: feelin I never felt before you give me a chill that comes down my spine you give me a sugar rush dont talk boy just touch you give me a you give me a you give me a sugar rush "oh" rush boy you give me a rush boy just hush, hush dont talk just touch, touch
' The Art Of Dancing… ' Oh ! … How I Love To Dance Why… Do I Love To Dance ? … … it's Rhythmic … it's Ritual The Body Is So Beautiful ! Oh ! … How I Love To Dance Why … Do I Love To Dance ? … If You're Breathing – You Ain't Still Check Your Heartbeat and It Will … Dance … Into A Fantasy Virtual Reality Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free … Come and Do A Dance With Me Dancing … is Good Exercise Dancing … Adds A Spice to Life Dancing … is A Natural High You Can Do It … If You Try … … Head, Shoulders, Legs, Feet Get 'em Moving to The Beat Back, Arms, Hands, Hips Shake, Stomp, Slide, Slip Bend, Bop, Break, Bounce Push, Pull, Prance, Pounce Soul-Roll, Slow, Fast Jump, Jiggle … All That Jazz ! Dancing … is A Form of Joy Do It ! … Baby Girl and Boy Keep The Music, Playing Please Honey … Just Look At Your Knee ! When I Dance … I Come Alive ! Waltz, Cha-Cha, Swing, Jive Circle, Square, Line, Freestyle Tango, or Step – Side to Side Innocent – Interaction Expression – Satisfaction Set-it-in Motion … You and I … Aaw, Just Look At That Guy Oh ! … I See You're Moving Now ! … thought You Didn't Know How ? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! … He! He! He! … You Dance 'bout as Good as Me ! … Supper-Club, or in My Room At Your House … or Under The Moon If I Hear A Real-Good Tune … You Will Know, I'm Dancing Soon … Dance … Into A Fantasy Virtual Reality Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free … Come Dancing Now … With The MoonBee Posted for: Jared Pickett, 'Cause I Know He Loves To Dance… (Smile) MoonBee
Cop a feel Cop a lie Copulate She's fourteen; Pop's a cop What to do? Cop an alibi! Copasetic
Rhoda not Rhonda like the Rhoda from Mary Tyler Moore but even more like Rhoda from "Rhoda" any way Rhoda wrote a poem i said Rhoda wrote a poem not Rhoda poem "Who's Rhoda Rhoda Poem?" NO! i said; Rhoda wrote a poem "Rhoda Rhoda Poem. that's catchie" never mind
Roses are red; That's certainly true. But it's clear to me You don't have a clue. So what is your rhyme Supposed to do In terms of winning Me over to you? Violets are blue; Yes, that's a fact. But that's nothing new; I wish you'd had tact Don't you have something Better to do Than using cliches To attract me to you? Sugar is sweet; How far you have come From being pathetic To slightly dumb. You think I am pleased That you act like you're two? How can I make my Disdain clear to you? "And so are you": Was the end of your note. I'm only amazed By the fact that you wrote This by yourself But it's not gonna do. It doesn't impress me; The same goes for you.
Honey, Let's go on Calhoun Road Its Saturday… Let's Unload Drive up to the Cul-De-Sac… Stop the Truck… and Let's Jump on Back With the Radio on – Up- High… The Bluebirds, will Wave – Bye-Bye Yeah, Let's Go Truck… on a Back-Roads-Ride Roundup ! Honk – Uncle Henry… Out His House ! Tell Him… 'Get Up Off That 40-Ounce Look at Him Trying to Make Us Hush… Let His Neighbors Know… He Knows Us! … We're His High-Rolling Relatives… (though He Uses Other Adjectives…) Oh, Let's Go Truck… on a Back-Roads-Ride Roundup ! You Know, What We Come Here For Picnic and Party and Lay Outdoors Got Money, Snacks and a Whole Lotta' Gas Let's Head 'em off Honey, at Our Underpass My Baby's Got 4-Wheel Drive I'm gon' sit back and Enjoy The Ride… (Leave the Liquor and Let's Stay Alive) On a Back-Roads-Ride Roundup ! As Our Ranger Rode into the Sunset There … Saw a Bronco Stampeding, Making Dusty Air And Silverado, was Coming Up Fast Oh no!... Little Mustang Slipped Right Past And Uncle Henry's Ram Looked Tuff ! … On Our Back-Roads-Ride Roundup ! Back-Roads-Ride Roundup… (I Posted This One For You John (Moses) Freeman.. (You lil' Ol' Trucker You - - - Enjoy) MoonBee
I'm sick of being an Ugly Betty wanna be. I have better inside of me. To hell with all that being pretty inside. I think the outside should matter. All these magazines tell me who to be. They tell me how act and who to like. Always talkin' about the newest thing. To hell with them and what they think. I am me and they can't change that. They want my body, And they want my soul. All they'll ever get is my dough, The plus size is the new in, It seems a sin to be thin. One thing these models don't know, It's not worth the dough. All these shows tell me what to do. They tell me how to act and what to like. Always talkin' about the newest thing. To hell with them and what they think. I am me and they can't change that. They want my body, And they want my soul. All they'll ever get is my dough. No need to be a Barbie doll, Or anybody else. Be your own true self Don't sit on anybody's shelf.
Can't Stand It Anymore Something's wrong Oh, it's you… I dislike your choices of what to wear today I am put off by that complexion I cannot stand that way you stand With that superior air about you I really can't accept that way you giggle like it was a joke I strongly dislike your straight A average I really loathe your humor I cannot stand your bubbly aura I just can't deal with your perfume I absolutely abhor your choices Of what you wish to pursue I cannot stand your tediousness I really hate your smile I absolutely loathe your eyes As equally as I hate your friendly persona I just can't look at that stupidly perfect little face I can't live with your little moans and groans And especially not that annoying wailing you make called crying I hate the fact that you're constantly involved I hate that little noise you make when bored I hate your blatant honesty I can't stand the way you speak in riddles I hate how you look at me most of all Because of how you look at him
It's Saturday night and I'm cruising Power poles going by like a picket fence Just cruising the scene in my street machine, looking for a queen who wants to do her best. Bar hopping door knocking looking for a cat with claws. Just petting her and letting her grab her whip and be my boss. Lookin for a roadside attraction, a lot of long legged action, a place where I can chase, a kitten all laced up, with no one to swing her string. Went downtown to the playground looked all around , and found a sweet thing like a candy machine, doing naughty things on the dance floor, shaking her sexy thighs. I leaned over and told her as I nibbled on her ear, "Take a drink of that bottle and grab hold of my throttle, let's fourth gear out of here." We split the scene like a time machine, like a freak streaking through the zoo. Like a horny rabbit it's a habit gotta have it hit the highway doing a hundred and two. She was my toy full of joy, my snack in the sack All night I couldn't tame her flame. But when I got up at dawn my wallet was gone that girl knew how to play her game. Bar hopping door knocking all the pretty kitties got claws and if you pet her and let her do the night thing called the kitten dream She'll walk away and say it's all for the cause.
if you got tha nerve to getcha dance on report to tha flo and getcha lean on from the left to the right getcha swirve on getcha swirve on getcha swirve on if you got the nerve to getcha dance on report to tha flo and getcha swirve on from the left to the right getcha lean on getcha lean on getcha lean on Im on the flo I get my swirve on everybody in the club getcha lean on from the left to the right getcha dance on if you got the nerve move ya feet and bring it on getcha swirve on getcha getcha swirve on getcha swirve on getcha getcha swirve on repeat2x: move ya body on the flo and get busy keep movin ya feet and get dizzy straight butta when i glide across the room I swirve on aint nuthin this smooth getcha swirve on getcha getcha swirve on getcha swirve on getcha getcha swirve on repeat2x: swirvin impala bass is bangin on 22s' while my rims keep turning i hit the blocks while my car keep swirvin i swirve on everybody lookin
He Thought, 'Cause He Was Old And the Other Guy, was Just 'Sprung' That He didn't have a Chance To Hold His Own, Against The 'Young-Un' … And In Spite of His Many Years … Worn-Well, Like Battle-Scars The Boy, Wet, Behind The Ears Challenged Him For Love, Thru War … … The Rival, Dressed In Handsome-Glory And showed His Young-Man's Strength And Polished Up, His Manners, Solely … To Flatter, The Lady at Length … So … The Old Man … Stopped His Visits To The Woman of His Dreams His Last Chance … and He'd Missed It … Due To Failing Eyesight and Self-Esteem But, the Object of Their Desire A Woman, Fully-Grown One of Beauty and Hidden Fire Already Chose, What Her Heart – Known So, She Went to See The Old Man Her Senior, by Twenty-Years And She Took Him, By the Hands And This: Is What He Hears: " … Hon, I'm Just Like Fine-Wine Aged and Mellow, Taste Real Good I Flow in a Smooth-Line … and I Thought You Understood … I Already Been In The Barrel I Already Reached My Peak My Vintage, Ain't Just Alcohol You Know, I'm Warm and Sweet … and I Need A Man To Hold Me Like A Decanter, Strong and Bright … Crystal-Clear, Around Me And Sparkling-Eyes, in the Light I Need Him, Cut-To-Perfection With Many Facets, At Each Turn And Fluted with Affection So, When He Pours … He Still Yearns Now, An Old Decanter, Like This Takes Time, and Design To Make It Doesn't Spill A Kiss Or Fall-Down, Shatter and Break … Its Been Tested, for Its Value Adds Worth, to Any Room I Give It, Its Due … It's a Genuine Heirloom ! Now, These Words, Go-Down Pretty You May Think, 'Don't Mean A Thing' But, I Need A Dose of Maturity More Jump, Than Grape-Juice Brings …" - - - - - - The Woman, Said Her Sincere Words Then She Kissed His Weathered Cheek And Wondered If He'd Heard When He Still, Didn't Speak … … Then He Gently Grabbed Her Close As It Finally, Soaked In … … 'It's Me, She Chose ! …' … The Old-Man, Gave A Boyish-Grin ! And He Held Her, Like A Decanter Holds The Finest, Best Wine … Caressed and Prized and Hugged Her And Softly Whispered … "Mine !" As She Swirled Perfumed Nectar And Shy Drops Upon His Lips An Intoxicating Sampler … … The Old Man, Took A Sip … Next Time, When He Saw His Rival He Knew, He'd Have Some Fun As He Waited For His Arrival … To Tell Him, 'You're Not Cut-Out For This One, Son …
What does it take to get a man? I'm not sure but I was always told, That all you had to own was four lips and a butt hole. You don't have to be smart. You don't have to be cute, Because they don't give a hoot. They just want whoever is willing and able, To have a good time and end up, Knocking boots. You don't have to have a brain. You don't even have to know your name, Not even his. Listen, how stupid is this mess is! I don't know how to keep one, That's a battle that I never won. I don't know what to do. The only way I see to keep a man, Is to let them continue, To make a fool out of you. Back to the four lips. Wait, you don't have to have, Nice sized hips. Just two lips on your face, Two in another place, And a crack in between, Your two posterior, exterior, Kidney beans. He will come. There is no guarantee, He will stay, Too long. This recipe is to get a man, In your home. Wrote Fall 2004 made it mild for poetrysoup because no profanity is allowed while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
Handsome as hot dudes, turning on those beautiful ladies... whispering sweet secrets; I have all of Romeo's charms in these sexy eyes! Why do I love so many, instead of just one? I am bound to have much fun! Have you seen my preppy clothes? What about my dry hair? It needs more conditioner! This tuxedo, not well-ironed, doesn't it match my shiny shoes! Me...getting married? Take my bride on honey moon? Never, crying fool! On the beach with elegant shades, they spoil me with kisses; I'm the sheik of my harem, anything I desire... with the sign of a command! Beauties so sensual, don't ever let me grow old... enjoy Romeo's charms! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I was like Keyshia Cole saying that I remember when my heart broke Thinking that I should have let you go And this relationship, I should have let it go Then I got like Ne-Yo I was so sick of love songs and so tired of tears While you were out, I was wishing you were here Sitting at the opposite of him taking back my key telling you to go on boy Maybe I should have kept you and be like Ciara, play you like a toy Cause you were here to get my goodies Not for me So you can 1, 2, step The other women you loved and left, but me you lust and kept I thought it was forever you and I But I guess it was time to be like Chris Brown and say goodbye I thought it was big things poppin' and lil' things stoppin' But obviously it wasn't on and poppin' You out there meeting girls at the Holiday Inn trying to be like Snoop and Chingy Watching them drop it like it's hot When they're really not But as long as you live, remember that you never had and never will have a girl who look so fly like me
you a sorry piss poor of a man you been around the block you even slept with my friend i dont see why you cant get it right you come in-late at night we start to-fuss and fight youre not actin right you a sorry piss poor of a man you been around the block you even slept with my friend im the kind - who speaks her mind boy you wasting my time i think you should leave cuz you keep hurting me plz dont testify dont wanna here no lies you can not change my mind you wasting your time you a sorry piss poor of a man you been around the block you even slept with my friend repeat2x: i guess you cant get it right you will never get it right all i asked of you was to treat me right breakdown: you slept around "back then" you even slept "with my friend" youre trifflin "to the end" you and me "never again" you never payed a bill never asked how i feel you never payed attention never take time to listen you a sorry piss poor of a man you been around the block you even slept with my friend you think you got it like that when in fact it's not like that you need to step on back listen to all these facts you a sorry piss poor of a man you been around the block you even slept with my friend "friend" repeat2x:
the silvery shivers were something new I hoped and wondered if you felt it too there were so many words I wanted to say and then I heard.. Not US! NO WAY! you kissed my lips and held my hand I wanted to claim you and move on with my plan I prayed "I love you" is what you would say but instead you uttered Not US! NO WAY! be my best friend you asked with a smile never seeing my evil plot to bequile and make a trip up the aisle some day as everyone screams NOT THEM! NO WAY!
I met a man one crazy night He was full of humor He was full of might He gave me three chances To make a match To prove to him I was one hell of a catch We talked for hours We talked till light He had no sleep O what a sight! He went to work I went to bed I could not help it He was stuck in my head He made me laugh He made me cry I thought to myself This must be the guy He asked for my number So that he could text I wondered to myself What could possibly be next? We met for the first time And both were amazed At how comfortable we were We must be half crazed! It has been five months Since that crazy night Our hearts are spinning In total delight! Whenever we speak Whenever we meet Our hearts start to flutter Our knees feel weak Wanting to make it last We are taking it slow Not sure of where we are headed Not sure where this will go We want to be together Of this we are quite sure One day at a time Is what we will endure.
I Hope it Rains… I Hope it Thunders with Lightning I Hope The Wind Kicks-Up, 'til its Frightening I Hope There's a Hurricane Sighting… 'Cause, that's How I Feel, Right Now 'Cause You're Leaving Me Anyhow After All the Love I Gave to You… … Now, I can't even Talk to You … I Hope It Rains… I Hope it Snows… I Hope an Ice-Berg - Breaks Your Back at the Door I Hope a Blizzard - Buries You… Ice-Age-Slow I Hope an Avalanche 'Catch ya', as You Go… 'Cause, that's How I Feel, Right Now 'Cause You're Leaving Me Anyhow After All The Love I Gave to You… Now, I can't even Reason with You … I Hope It Snows… … This is The Fury, of a Woman Scorned … if I had my way… You'd Never Been Born ! … I Hope It Storms… I Hope it Hails… I Hope it Hits You in the Head and Beats You Down I Hope it Crushes Your Heart and Dreams – All Around ! I Hope it Knocks Your Suitcase and Soul, to the Ground … Honey … I Hope You Never Make it to Town… 'Cause that's How I Feel, Right Now 'Cause You're Leaving Me Anyhow After All The Love I Gave to You… Now, I can't even Hold Onto You … Look – Here Comes The Rain … Here Comes The Rain… I Hope The Clouds – Start Fighting I Hope the Air – Starts Biting I Hope You're in a Tornado and It Starts Tightening … I Hope it Floods Out There – 'til You Look Like A Viking ! … Here Comes The Rain … Here Comes The Rain
For reasons I'll never know tell me why men will never admit that they ever cry? Why do we hide our feelings and try to keep them in check? Maybe thats why we feel like Rodney Dangerfield and get little or no respect. We try to be macho and tuff in front of all our friends, then when asked if your buying your girl some flowers and we say that all depends. We can go out with the boys and drink a few beers, but ask us to stop for directions and that is one of our biggest fears. Well ladies I can understand why you think man is a puzzeling machine, but I'm here to tell you this one is different, and this I really do mean. So if given the chance I'd like to show I'm different and give you lots of love and attention, just please let me do the driving if we go for a ride and don't ask me to stop for directions.
He had playful brown eyes, He was gentle, he was kind The diamond in the rough, I have always wanted to find He is divine He is the red that blazes across the summer sky Walking along the ocean shore There is no one I am missing more Our fingers entwined, My heart beating faster all the time Our feet sinking deep, into the sand I lay you down, and kiss you softly without a sound An echo in my ears, as my heart pounds Your lips, my desire Drink deep My cheeks burn as if they are on fire. Shivering, and shaking as you take my hand As your warm kisses linger at the nape of my neck Deeper in your pleasure I slowly drown
Get out! Don't come back! It was over when we started. You don't want me! Let the door hit you, Where the good Lord split you! Hit the road Jack, And don't you come back! I don't care if you sleep In a car, cardboard box, or a shack. Get out! You sorry sucker! I want a better lover. Get the hell out! wrote 11-20-09
i feel you oozing out, like a rollercoaser, ima take you on a journey, like a rollercoaster, ima make you climax, like a rollercoaster, im not done yet, this just begun ima kiss and tease, bring you down to your knees, rub me, lick me, you better aim to please
L-O-V-E by Amy Swanson (c) May, 1998 (dedicated to every woman who's ever had one of these!) Hey now Mr. Satin Sheets, you think you're so fine... wouldn't give you the time of day, here's the reason why: You're a womanizer, pulverizer, think you're so sly, but let me tell you something honey - your heart is like ice. You try so hard to hide, but it's easy to see, there's one little word you need to learn... it's L-O-V-E. Now I don't care how sweet you talk, but honey it's your walk that would make me come around, and give you my heart, but lately, what I'm seein' just ain't lookin' too good... it's evident to me, that your soul is like wood. You think you've got my number, but you still need the dime; gotta know for certain boy, you'll never be mine. You try so hard to hide, but it's easy to see, there's one little word you need to learn... it's L-O-V-E. Now, I'll admit, you had me in circles for a little while, and all it took, was just one look, and a sweet... smile. But, baby, I've been down this road before; I took the scenic route... but I'm not taking it anymore! So baby... take your velvet talk and groovy lines too.... I ain't playin' anymore, cause it ain't cool. Said you'd give me the world, all I got was a lie - You gotta know, there's just some things that money don't buy. I was looking for love, but instead I found you It's my opinion honey, you don't have a clue. You try so hard to hide, but it's easy to see, there's one little word you need to learn... it's L-O-V-E. Yeah, you'll be cryin' baby, that's easy to see til you learn about that little word, L-O-V-E. go on back to school, learn a few things don't come back to me.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and girls, Everyone else in the world wide world, Spread it across the universe, I'm proud to announce to you, The punk boy of all times. Yes, he's a distasteful, disgrace of all mankind. He's not his, hers, and for darn sure not mine. He dropped me more than a few lame lines, And in time in love with him I fell. Then, he started to show his true colors. Yes, that ninja gave me pure hell. He loves no one, not even himself. This trifling ninja uses his genitals for wealth. He's bad for my and his own health, A bad hand of cards in his life is about to be dealt. Well today of all days, I truly say that I announce to the universe, A true curse. He's not his, hers, and for darn sure not mine. Rodney D. Mack , The punk boy of all times. wrote 2-20-10
I wanted something bubbly Coke with ice cream trick That fridge, again, empty So I made my trip to Kwik Swerving around this town in my horses Parking up by the front door No training could have prepared me for What waited inside the store Standing with her 2-liter of Diet 7-Up If I just died, keep me here on heaven I asked above not be taken so abruptly Feeling luckier than sevens or elevens Now she says that this place Is wherever we stand here Desiring her within my space Needing her crystal clear That gentleness of her touch As we let go while giving in When love has got its clutch In times we are skin to skin
I am a man I have three speeds Fast, medium, and slow Fast is great Medium is fine Slow is undesirable and broken
That's right... The masculine species, So endowed with great wisdom, Knows everything by nature, the world should be called "His-Dom" Need directions? Don't be silly, We know where we are, Well, sort'a, we just fool you gals, And act Willy-Nilly Assemble that item? No problem at all.... No instructions needed, You've got some gall I'm so good at the assembly, That when I am done, I've got lots of left-over parts, It's nothing but fun... No need for you, to explain anything to me, I'm a master of wisdom, And it's easy to see... Why we are so superior, To Everything, and Everyone, You need fast results, We'll quickly get it done There's only one thing, That could bring any doubt, When arguing with females, They always win out
ay mamacita ay ay ay mamacita ay mamacita ay ay ay mamacita ay mamacita wats yo name the way you walk yo butt keep switchin lanes im lovin yo smile girl you actin fowl the way you drop it low down to the ground i like your features and the way you dance i wanna know ya i wanna be ya man we can take it slow i can be ya friend the pleasure is mine just dont recline (hey) ay mamacita ay ay ay mamacita ay mamacita ay ay ay mamacita i like the way you roll burberry clothes you look kinda young sixteen years old it dont matter i wanna get together heres my digits you can call m later after the club you can come on over we can sit and talk all on my sofa you gonna open the door so i can greet ya in the dark hole where i can feed ya ima slither on in then take it out ima push it back in juice oozing out (oh) ay mamacita ay ay ay mamacita ay mamacita ay ay ay mamacita )))ayyyyy(((
I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner....cause then I'd be in somebody's buns. "I shall return!" I said to my last wife, last time I saw her in 1989. McArthur I isn't! Why are women so much smarter than men? Probably cause they have brains. I never realized just how stupid I was until I went to the eye doctor's. See "A bad day at the eye doctor's" poem. My eye doctor seemed to catch on real quick as to how stupid I was. I hate to say it, but I think Rodney Dangerfield would make a better president. Excuse me, but what year is this? Did you ever wake up and realize the best part of your day was over? I have a picture of me, when younger, flying in the air,in my karate days, kicking butt. Now I need help just to pick up the picture. How did I earn the nickname "Skuzz-Bucket"- I don't even own a bucket! I guess the best thing about getting old is you got less time to suffer. Wives- I need a chain letter. Alimony? Can't squeeze an orange that's already orange juice. Excuse while I take the pits out of my hair. And to my fans, I say thanks- wish I could afford an air conditioner though. My "friends" gave me a room aerosol air freshener. Seems the main ingredient was Zyklon-B. With friends like that, who needs enemies? Have a" happy"! What a crock! My doctor said he'd pay me not to come anymore. He wanted me to join the "Euthanasia Club" I didn't pass the test, however- they said I was brain dead too long. Even the Girl Scouts mock me- they ask me for cookies! I once had a girlfriend named "Cookie" She was cute, but her butt was chaffed from bed-hopping. Ever try to nail a girl while she's hopping on the bed? Well goodbye my friends- see ya'll real soon...(Genuine White Trailer Trash Lingo)!!
Poetic Form: Heroic Couplets Printer Friendly Poem Old Bones Just throw these old bones in the backyard I got tired of life I've loved it hard Don't go makin a fuss Outta losin this old cuss Just bury me Like you married me In my jeans Take my pieces and maybe make some kind sense Course, we'll argue about how you got it wrong kim Originally submitted under my Mom's site
She said to me to not even try As I approached her with desire The first thing noticed was her eyes Leaving my heart burning with fire I had to meet her, had to dare She was elegant and ever so pretty She probably noticed I was set in stare So I then began to act witty I couldn't do anything to change her mind With me, she would have nothing to do Yet, she was the prettiest that I did find But had contempt and a frozen heart, too So, I walked away and muttered these words To be interested in her is simply absurd
She came to me by air Milky white skin, long blonde hair She promises me I will never be lonely again I have her to love, I have a best friend We shall never argue over petty things With her there, the house will always be clean Then one day Dana shows up at my front steps Petite young lady, green eyes and a brunette I realize by the end of the day Madeline would just be in the way That evening, I show Madeline to the door I tell her I don't love her anymore The next morning I realize what I have done When I chose Dana over Madeline, I chose the wrong one I leave Dana at the house to go find Madeline While searching for her, I tell myself, this can't be the end After days of searching, I find her in a second hand store I approach to convince her, she's the one I adore The looks I get as I give her a hug and a kiss As I tell of my favorite things and she is at the top of the list So we leave together to go back home A bottle of wine, steak and disconnect the phone Today I have to send both lovelies back to prostatic friends and lovers incorporated Dana will not return to me, to get a refund for her has made me frustrated However, Madeline will be refurbished and returned to me like new My Madeline, blonde hair and eyes of crystal blue
its on and you know its on we got it goin on aint nobody goin home its on and you know its on i got the club bumpin everybody groovin i doodle like a rooster glide like a bird when i walk i make tunes ya neva herd its on and you know its on we got it goin on aint nobody goin home its on and you know its on i got the club bumpin everybody groovin im on tha dam stage tearin up tha mic spittin hot ryhms like Tina and Ike i got money on my mind its time to go to the next hot spot makin that doe its a bird its a plane yea its me pha sho flyin to the next club to do a show Oh no i see this girl maxcine she have a big booty i never seen from the left to right i see the fellaz eyez gleem she can recruit her own football team I do tha lean everybody scream when the beat kicks in everybody scream from the left to the right everybody lean yeah, everybody scream its on and you know its on we got it goin on aint nobody going home its on and you know its on i got the club bumpin everybody groovin people overseas singing my song I even got it on my ringtone its on its on its on, its on its on its on its on, its on its on its on its on, its on yeah, you know we got it goin on
Kissing me, like a bumble bee Sipping the nectars of my soul Peeling out the skin of my skin Yet still you can not overcome The warm twinkles in my eyes 'Cause I have a way to erase Sad memories you've instilled In my heart, through this cross Of yours, hanging on my chest If, you wonder how I will do it Come close to me and see how I press this…"Delete this file"
it happened many years ago, when I was young and handsome I somehow wound up with a blind date one I was never to forget it was hate at first sight not just merely distaste, we seemed to loath each other, of time and money, what a waste we went to dinner as planned our glares of steel and frigid words I know this date should be "canned" somehow by mutual agreement we decided to call it a night I drove her to a bowling alley and thereafter took my flight my wonder is, by now how and why this was only once it should'a happened more often because I can be a putz.
In a Sunday wintry air The pigeons, the sparrows And the mocking birds Without array Congregated themselves Outside the family house Listening, intently To the noonday oration Of Her Majesty, the Queen Whilst I, I quickly picked The various colors and shapes Of myself, my dignity Shortly thereafter She, fumingly, dropped them off Through the guiltless window
How do I describe sun, moon,stars In the sky I saw shooting star pass by , I wonder why it was so high I want to touch the sky, every time a shooting star pass by I often dream that I can fly Souring through the sky , bye Up up and away That what always say Each and other night and day My boo said can I fly too babE-Y I said come lets go lady Remember not to close your eyes We are On our way To the top Then I wake up when the night drop The day bring day dream though As I am munching on that toast Then out the door I go, no flying though
relax your mind cause its about that time tonite we bump and grind we cant waste no time boy im feelin you im hungry for you if you do it right a sista, might cook for you plz dont say a word im takin over (yeah) "word" ima take it slow up and down i grind real slow you climbing up the stairs until ive reached my peak you plugged real deep then you erupted me creme filin, oozin my mind im, losin i like the way you take control this feelin-taken over me relax your mind cause its about that time tonite we bump and grind we can do it all night relax your mind cause its about that time tonite we bump and grind we cant waste no time
chauvinistic piglet you and your niglets can try it for free, my butt cheeks, you can kiss it im not finish no thats not it ima let them know you aint about shhh 44 years of age and still dont have shhh get yo life together before i call you mr it lick between my cracks and swollow my shhh