You asked me if I knew ‘the perfect girl for me’
I think I’d be ideal but sorry I’m not free
I’ve got a lovely friend she is Mary from the dairy
On second thoughts no as her legs are much too hairy
Of course there is Annie she’s got the most enormous fanny
It would look better on an elephant the resemblance is uncanny
Oh I forgot about Susie she’s got quite a dark moustache
When you went to kiss her you’d get a stubble rash
I’ve got a stunning Thai friend but he is a lady boy
Beautiful on the outside but in bed you’d get no joy
Then there is Melissa she got the biggest boobs
She gets them out for fun you can see her on You Tube
I wouldn’t introduce you to my mate Regina
She’s had 8 children she’s got a very slack vagina
Poor old Ellie has got the most humongus lips
They’d look better on a trout she’s not one you’d want to kiss
I guess the perfect girl simply does not exist
So sorry to disappoint you please cross me off your list
10th September 2014
Finally I've made it to paradise, surrounded by the sea
Tranquil blues in shadow, are what it's peripherals be
White buildings reflect the sun, an image I'll never forget
To watch our sun disappear, the most beautiful of sunsets
Whilst the night comes down, such beauty continues to be
My eyes now in capture, to the sight that confronts me
She stands in proud like stance, a lady unknown to thee
Tanned, so beautiful I witness, impressed my eyes do see
Torso shaped with black, white lace adorns it's low
It's the she that wears it's colours, that makes it's beauty flow
Hair of dark curls hang, like the "Gardens of Babylon"
Flavours of life emanate, my heart appears in throng
As I sit here in La Ola, on paradise by the sea
It's where I witnessed that girl in the dress, captured, I am thee
I was the girl next door
five five, nice shape
and the perfect hips
that got you licking your lips
you know hot to control yourself
and approach me like a man should, but
If Your Girl Only Knew
We became best of friends
but yet feelings grew
upon us both
now you in this situation
where you have to choose
Is it going to be her or me?
If Your Girl Only Knew
She comes around
and you show her love
she doesn’t know
you’re in love with another woman
As you see me walk by
your eyes follow until I’m out of sight
now your girl put her hand upon your face
and ask you why you look the other way
now you’re lost for words
If Your Girl Only Knew
Only if she knew
your man is in love with me
Only if she knew
you are on the phone with me
for hours when you tell her you are asleep
Only if she knew
late nights you creeps with me
Only if she knew
that you’re trying to be with me
but you don’t know how to tell her
because you love me
Only if she knew
you will break her heart soon
and the sooner you’ll be mines
If Your Girl Only Knew
There sits my bonnie girl, frilly, lacy, all pink and pretty
She boasts of an enviable collection of cute stuff - all Hello Kitty!
A pearly, stone-studded shiny pink Kitty bracelet
With matching rings and hair clips to tame her silky ringlets,
A stylish pair of pink comfy kitty flip-flops
To go with her smooth stretchy night wear tops!
A sassy little Hello Kitty cross-sling bag she wears
Pairing up with chic pink-framed kitty glares,
Kitty pencils, erasers and rulers in a well-stocked tuck box
Her fancy kitty pouches and folders she invariably locks!
A multi-compartment kitty wallet to hoard her loose change
All geared for summer with her Hello kitty swimming range,
A glittery Kitty lunch box to pack her school snack
As she sets off with her pink kitty back pack,
Water tastes better in a kitty sippy water-bottle
Pink all the way, for nothing else she'll settle!
She'd paint the world kitty pink, if the choice is hers
Well, I wouldn't be surprised if one fine day she purrs!!
19th Jan 2013
It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.
It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.
It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.
Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.
Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.
They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.
Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.
Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.
A girl who has beautiful eyes
more honestly lies.
Wow!... words cannot express,
Such beauty, such finesse.
The shape and color of those eyes,
No description will suffice.
Just like wine, you're finer when older,
And beauty to the eye of every beholder.
©2013 Honestly JT
On the cake the candles top.
On the plate the cake goes plop.
On the chair the birthday girl.
Onward dance the final swirl.
One less chair the party sits.
One less person the game of wits.
One less song the record plays.
One to win the game of praise.
On the Ass the tail goes.
On the mask so fairness shows.
On the mark to win the game.
Onward winners' prize to claim.
One more chance to swing the stick.
One more time to make it quick.
One more smash to free the loot.
One for all is what we'll root.
Birthday girl for just one day.
Birthday girl come out to play.
Birthdays come to those who wish.
Same time next year and we'll play fish.
Just a young girl with hope in her heart
Enjoying education thats when the rows start
Father wants her to get married she is only fourteen
Sending her to Pakistan to marry a man unseen
Her heart isnt in it so she has said no
Locked her in her room nowhere to go
Remembers a number thats hidden in her beads
Needs her phone now to her mother she pleads
Do you want to see me married to an old man
Wringing her hands as she pleads with her Mam
Please get me that phone let me make that call
Or a life of heartache will be my downfall
Risking her life her Mam gets the phone
She dials the number asking for help whilst alone
The young girl hugged her Mam for the last time
Knowing she will never see her family again
By defying her Tad she is no longer their daughter
If found by the family, they would definitely slaughter
It brings shame on the UK this is happening
Where are our laws to stop it occurring
The rights of parenthood should be restricting
Saving the life of these girls who think education is constructive
As i sit here wondering, thinking
i write everything that comes to my head,
Then almost instantly I feel a certain pungent dread.
This is my life therefore i must accept it,
I'm an ordinary island girl, a girl of the world
yet i do not feel defined by who i am
i am exotic, my wavy hair flows
my small eyes dart and with my voice i sing like a lark.
Beautiful i am. I am beautiful.
and yet i really don't know who I am
is my olive skin with yellow hues the true essence of me?
it certainly is my individuality.
I am every girl out there that hates to love their hair
their skin, their diversity and not really being one or the other.
I am, I am that sea breeze, fresh like a rose with dew.
beautiful and delicate.
I feel such empathy when I look at you,
I see the pain you're going through,
I hardly know you, you hardly know me,
But we acknowledge each other silently,
Your face disgraces your usual smile,
And for a second I wish I could have it awhile,
The envied are so often the ones envying most,
The beautiful faces underneath, are the ghosts,
Scary, the masks we work hard to build,
Crumble like ruins of a wicked King's guild,
I hope all is well, that you'll be alright,
That sleep will come to you peacefully tonight,
And when life is cloudy, remember, dear one,
There are people around you to bring out the sun.
Am I being too bold?
To say Lordy! You’re OLD
Old enough to grow
Old enough to know
Old enough to show
Old enough to sow
Old enough to flow
Old enough to glow…
Glowing as you are
Glowing as a star
that sparkles so bright
at the speed of light…
***Written for a very special and unique lady to celebrate her upcoming birthday
(Oh well, what the hell…It’s for her contest too)
He was a charmer,this bachelor bunny.
The girls thought he was hilariously funny.
He'd go hopping into their briar patch.
Quite a few succulent carrots he'd snatch.
But the girl bunnies,they didn't seem to mind.
In the rabbity world he was quite a find!
One day he showed up in the valley.
He was hungry so he didn't dilly-dally.
Then one little lady took him something sweet.
She acted demure,despite those big feet.
Now the other girl bunnies were mad and jealous.
Cos' in her pursuit she was really quite zealous!
She'd decided this lop-eared boy would be hers.
He was just the type bunny the lady prefers.
But he indeed had another plan.
He grabbed her carrots and off he ran.
A confirmed bachelor bunny he would stay.
But he would be back another day.
for Carol Brown's contest"Bunny Rabbits"
written 28th sept 2007
It's time to turn this around
the answers I have finally found
The minute I looked into your eyes
I immediately remembered, how to be alive
If I didnt go through, all those years of pain
my life wouldn't be the same
Your birth, nothing less than magical, complete power of God's love....
For you shone through complete demonic darkness
ever since, I have been more than blessed
you re-opened my heart
So I could again, play the part
I've been given a second chance
This time round, I wont forget to dance
to love, open and freely
Its finally great to again be me
I've turned my frown upside down
And it's from God's gift, when pure innocence was born
my sixth child, a blessed tiny little girl
Canadian Sally with red ribbon strings
tightening an apron fit to the seams.
Canadian Sally with jet-black hair
bound in a hat of bright red beams.
Canadian Sally with pockets of fortunes
sowing them out to us all.
Canadian Sally of sombre spirit;
patience like that of a doll.
Canadian Sally a twilight bust
who's wreath circles 'round like an aura.
Canadian Sally from love and joy
who spreads it around like a flora.
Am I doomed to live a tale I cannot simply complete?
Shall I always remember her with every knocking beat?
I loved a girl who was never supposed to be mine,
I drew her sky with lilies and her ground with pine;
Saw new horizons from the beam of her blue eyes,
Never knew these radiant cyans could be made of lies;
They warned me not to dream far with a too-closed lid,
Vanity told me it is envy and my vision became turbid!
First month was a walk in Eden with roses flying in between,
Second month declared the birth of a love yet not foreseen;
The third summoned all jealous gazes and murmurs in a chest,
In the fourth she disappeared and no it is not some silly jest!
I wandered far and long trying to figure out as much as I can,
Why the only girl I loved would run away with another man?
Does love deceive humans when it manipulates and controls them?
How easy for us to blindly fall into a cleverly-webbed state of rem!
A year passed me by with all of its months and weeks and days,
I aged in that empty year but had to bitterly live that phase;
Just then I saw her striding along the road, a vision to be seen,
The girl, who haunts me still, was carrying a baby so serene!!
My heart grew colder as I greeted her with the words I barely mustered,
The scene deadened me since then and left me again heart-flustered!
(True Story - Happened between 1996 and 1997)
© Guru Jad 2013
If you were ever my girl, how happy I would be
We'd go down in history, our names carved on a tree
We would walk the seasons happily hand in hand
Form girlfriend to fiancée, I'd take that marriage stand
As we enter our tomorrows, children we would discuss
To bring such joy to the world, by loving made by us
We'd grow every day much stronger, kids help to do this
Doing so much together is what's called family bliss
To see our kids prosper, and make their mark in life
As I view life's peripheral, I'm so glad you became my wife
And so she was the girl from Bair.
With ocean eyes and golden hair.
Of heavy heart and light despise
Of cupid's dart and winter's cries.
There came a day when things did end.
Around the corner of the bend
There came a truck and in dispair
The loudest word was spoken there.
And so she left to who knows where.
Whilst many cried because they cared.
She roams around in circles too,
And whispering winds and skies of blue.
We raise our glass towards the sky
And smile a memory although she died.
No tears tonight, not ever one.
For there she rests inside the sun.
She is okay we know for sure.
In better days to now endure.
And so she was the girl from Bair
With clemency; a heart so fair.
And as we lay in bed and sigh,
I'd like to say to you Goodbye.
Rest In Peace Best Friend
11-21-1996 ~ 06-21-2011
GOOD GIRL GONE BAD
Rough hewn smell of male scent
Takes her from her books
Most good girls zip to bad boys
Like fish to nice bright hooks
Her safe home was not safe now
Hawk eyes now climb her walls
Soft breath drew in and out two times
She heard the bad boy’s calls
Gone was her book mood now
The end had a new twist
Her safe life fled through rose tipped lips
That kissed a bad girl kiss
Girls aren't sure if they are always bright.
And they are often absolutely right.
By Rick Rucker
Was the Sky always this Blue?
Or just since I met You?
And the Grass, is it the standard Green?
Have I always felt this Serene?
The reason that I don’t know:
I can’t remember that long ago!
You have cleared my memory slate,
Not a memory, ‘fore our first Date!
I have the general feeling,
That you sent my mind a-reeling,
Don’t remember why I Cried,
Now that You are by my side!
As a Project this was fast,
Built with Love, it will last,
Past the lives of both of Us,
Our friends will, the Reason, suss,
Where we were two, when we had begun,
Rapidly, we are becoming One!
You are the Master Builder,
The Project worth ten million Guilder!
You have me in a whirl,
Hopelessly in Love with a Dutch Girl!
Pretty girl dancing on stage with an edge.
Hiding softness with cold eyes that look dead.
Costumes and glitter a mans fantasy.
Not the person she thought one day she'd be.
Daddy's little girl that was yesterday.
Today she's Lost in the rolls that she plays.
She looks in the eyes of the men as they stare.
Dancing and giarating swinging her hair.
Feeling the beat as she moves to the song.
Trying to believe she's doing nothing wrong.
Hoots and hollers they say take it all off.
Dirty old man at the front with a cough.
Dancing for money she has bigger dreams.
At home all alone her tears fall in streams.
A few more months maybe another year
Yet look at these girls that are still dancing here
Lies so convincing one day they will stop
Pouring out dreams never reaching the top
Can you believe my fantasy girl is Kat Von D?
I’d lay down for hours to let her tattoo me.
She’s hot and gothic at the same time,
As her needle pierces skin, her ink flow rhymes.
A great portrait artist wearing jet-black gloves,
That goes with the style that she’s so proud of.
I get lost in the stars tattooed around her eyes.
Her sexy inked skin bearing a black-toned guise.
http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/la-ink/la-ink.html is the link,
And she’s the beautiful host of LA ink.
Nestled in her tattoo shop is where I’d like to be,
Can you believe my fantasy girl is Kat Von D?
Inspired by Christie Moses’ Fabulous Fantasy Contest
< my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
to me my heart just hasn't been quite set
but who could resist those baby brown eyes
and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs
so off we went in our broken down wagon
where the rear end you could tell was sagging
to petland is where we went
pocketbook really took a dent
odie and garfield was their chosen names
two bunny hampsters very different but the same
oh my little girl was not yet done
said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun
and don't forget their bedding liners
so their living will be much finer
but first you must buy them their cage
oh my little girl is quite smart for her age
she knows they like fruit and snacks
so she doubled order with ten sacks
ring ring ring ding ding ding
did it's cash register ever so did sing
eighty five fifty
well ain't that nifty
handed lady one hundred
mumbling under breath was said
left store in a hurry
with our clothes looking so dam fury
Written By Katherine Stella 7/3/11
Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
What can I wish to a dear friend, who always listens and understand?
As She says her sacred vows,as she wears her wedding band.
What can I wish for you,Our precious jewel, Sweet Linda Marie?
May your House be a Home,filled with peace,great cooking and serenity.
May Respect be your daily bless,and Happiness your long life dress.
May you be patient in times of stress,May you be naked of stubborness.
May you both live up to loyalty,Success to marriage is Honesty
May you be lovers till you grow old,snuggle and kiss so passionately.
May you find joy,Our lovely dove,May you find dreamland,Forever Love,
as Jesus hold his hands upon you,as Jesus smiles from High above.
(To One of my best great friends on P.S Linda and Her beloved Ron)
Wrapped with much love and best wishes On your Dream Day
Thinking of you Atlanta Dawn
I was her sucker her plans drawn
the marriage was hell
never rang my bell
said I gave her baby
never came no maybe
just another lie from hertThough at times she made me purr
love is much more than sex
she loved taking my checks
that was so long a go
Atlanta Dawn no show
maybe someday a child will come
one thing sure child’s life won’t be glum
By: Sashi. Prabhu (Zeauoxis)
Behold! My eyes see you in my dreams tonight,
Graceful, sensuous, ecstatic, like an angel with a halo bright.
A damsel so enchanting, I have yet, my eyes to believe,
My lovely ‘DREAM GIRL’ my passions you bluntly sieve
Your mortal beauty so captivating for me
The sun rays caressing your body, so captivating for me to see
My eyes behold your sight now……
A dream every artist, on the canvas yearns to bring somehow…..
Strangely, I recon the sun on its own
On seeing you in its path has halted and begun to swoon
You haven’t even spared the sun.
And his heart too, have seized, oh! What have you done?
Joey was the girl that I married
For the years my name she carried
We made a family my wife and I
When she passed I did cry
What will be with the rest of my life
Someday again to be with my wife
I would like to say to my wife thank you
Also again to say I do
I wish she was here to see
What our grandchildren will grow to be
From a young girl to a woman to my wife
She’s gone and left an unfinished life
"Show me the money,
“I’ll show you the funny!!”
03rd February 2014
There was a girl that no-one knew her name
Everybody took for a silly little game
Every day she was crying
Every day she was lying
Until one day, she found a place to hide
And then she tried to commit suicide
But she was saved by someone very nice
But then tried to do it twice
But the second time she was afraid to do it again
So she started to get rid of her hate and pain
After a few days, she was strong and happy
That girl was I and my name is Julie
Now she doesn’t forget her powerful beauty Lives every day knowing that she’s lovely
Not worrying about what people say For great things were made from muddiest clay
Holds in her heart her power which is love For she was made from the Creator above
She doesn’t try to be somebody that you’re not She learned to be content and appreciate what you’ve got
She doesn’t forget whom she’s meant to be Never giving up she stays as bold as the sea