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What?
O, you must have
said something..
I mean.. what?
O...you need more
coffee?
Ok
Well..It's............
FRIDAY!
Yessssssss!
I got a kiss!
I got a kiss from a little girl,
I was twenty and she was twelve,
I smell jasmine scent on her face,
She blushes and pull my hair!
I am her knight in pajamas,
Little did I know that I would be her victim,
A crush on that age would be so enormous,
One day she would shudder at the thought of kissing a frog!
If Only I Was A Poet
to make some words to play in rhyme.
But so many times I have tried in vain
and it caused me nothing else but pain.
When I get the lines to sound the same
I often have to drop my head in shame.
For when I have my words in a sound array
it does not always mean what I try to say.
Then at times I do not wish to know
if my skills to rhyme will ever grow.
In times like this I often fail to find
the urge to write just what is on my mind.
About this poem:
#5Just something that leaked out my pen
and formed before I could count to ten
Chauvinist
In these days of liberation
women are feeling their power
the brittle psyche of men
creak in the face of it.
Have a heart chaps
Build up the Ego
Look in the mirror
See that noble brow
The handsome visage
with lines of wisdom earned
That steely gaze
The humerous twitch of the lips.
Feel sorry for all the women
Who have to miss your excellence
And yet Bless them
For all that.
Insist on obedience and respect
By smacking her bottom
Bring out the submissive in her
And all will be well.
About this poem:
A somewhat inflammatory gesture from an old male chauvinist,now reformed I hope.The submissive trait lingers in many women as evinced by the popularity of certain publications.
Wayne's Challenge 2
by the force of my storms
Scattered upon
the Glittering stars
which only
the Fragrant blooms can match
and upon my grave
a heavy Cross worn and weathered
tasteless as the sense
of my Mortal soul
Lost I am
upon the ripples of the ocean
where lay upon the shore
a Temptress, waiting
but can't make me Sin no more
About this poem:
Wayne maybe this is a better try.Thanks all for your read
Spring cometh!
find me sleeping in my cave
The bones of weaker prey are
sprawled about
None dare awaken me for death
would be certain
Yet my deep slumber is disturbed
by the sent of female
With a snarl I warn all would be
contenders lurking about
I stretch and yawn and sharpen
my claws on my cave wall
I emerge to a bright morning sun
Shemale dazzles my senses
I perch on a high rock
Below, maidens are trembling in
the brush like lost lambs
It was then I thought to myself
Surely..I shall pounce on them all.
Lol
If I Only Had An A##
With my vertical smile
The days would quickly pass
Oh the ladies would be swoonin
Well I would be just moonin
If I only had an a##
I would do a lot of sittin
My pants would be a fittin
I'd pass a lot of gas
To the folks I'd be relatin
All about my defecating
If I only had an a##
Oh I would run around
And do what most people do
I'd decorate my crack with ribbons too
What's the matter?
Don't you?
With my back facin a mirror
I'd scrutinize my rear
In my looking glass
There would be a lot of takers
When I shake my money maker
If I only had an a##
About this poem:
I saw this parody of The Wizard of Oz song "If I Only Had A Brain" on the Dana Carvey Show. He was one of my favorites on Saturday Night Live. He had some great impressions including the church lady, Ross Perot, and George Bush.extracts
and no birds sing
Is there still balm in Gilead?
The moon walks the night in siver shoon
In the winter of my discontent
And yet great the day of joy to be born
as the waves ripple over sand
whilst greasy Joan doth keel the pot
of drunken feast and jollity.
extracts
and no birds sing
Is there still balm in Gilead?
The moon walks the night in siver shoon
In the winter of my discontent
And yet great the day of joy to be born
as the waves ripple over sand
whilst greasy Joan doth keel the pot
of drunken feast and jollity.
About this poem:
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