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Big Busty Babe's Bar

Bring back blonde babes 
with big boobs and butts, 
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and  big boys 
to bring in big bucks buying bottles of 
Budweiser and, blue ribbon beer,
Besides the booze  and beef burgers
on buns with bacon and  baked beans 
for brunch while they watch and
bet on baseball games or boxing matches.as 
they banter with their buddies at the bar  
or in the booths and bathroom. 
The jukebox plays Blondie, Blues brothers
big Bands, Bono, Bananarama, Brandi, Billy Ray Cyrus.
Benny King., Backstreet boys., Beach Boys, Billy Idol 
Bobby Brown, and so much more
at Big Busty Babes Bar 

Bring your best buddies with you to
Big Busty babe's bar.  Down on Broadway and Bakers Boulevards
Near Buster's Barbecue and Bobby's Billiards  and Bank of America.

 Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2017



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My Mother's Hands


    My Mother's Hands


My mother's hands are special.
Soft and tender is how they feel,
and strong and firm when I did wrong.
My mother's hands are busy all day long.

They wipe alot of runny and messy noses.
They weed the garden and pick pretty roses.
My mother's hands wipe away my tears.
They hold me close to chase away my fears.

My mother's hands are happy ones.
They bake cakes, pies, and sticky buns.
They do alot of chores and things.
They clap and wave when she sings, 
but most of all they stay busy
when she prays for me.

Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2014

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My Animals Abcs

An alligator always ate addax and antelopes.
Baby bats began bouncing before burping 
Caterpillars climb cable crossings carefully
Dingos don't dine delicately during dinner.
Eager elephants enjoy easily eating eggplants
Funny frogs finally find flipping fun
Granny goat 's girl got green grapes
Healthy heavy happy hippos hate horrendous heat
Iguana is inhaling icky insects
Jolly Joey Jumps joyfully juggling jelly jars.
Kevin's kangaroo keeps kicking kids
Lions like long-legged  little llamas
monkeys making magical music
Nightingales nest neatly nearby
Olly's old Ostrich outruns others
Polly parrot playfully peck puppies paws
Quick quirky quails quarrel quietly 
Robert's rascally rabbits racing raccoons
Slinky slimy snakes slither slowly
Tony the Tiger tasted termites.
Unusual  Ukari understands us
Voracious vicarious  vultures visibly vibrate
Walruses wobble while wiggling wildly
x-ray  tetras want worms
Young yellow yackety Yaks yawn
Zealous Zany Zesty Zebra

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2017

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Blanket of Snow

Blanket of snow....


Outside the air is crisp and clean
The tress are pristine white
and a blanket of snow covered the lawn.
In the distance the sounds of machines
They're plowing the roads before night.

Inside we sit snuggled together 
Sipping hot cocoa with marshmallows
While enjoying the warmth of the fire
Knowing this is just the beginning of winter
We still have a long time to go.

There will be days of fun ahead
of catching snowflakes on the tongue
and seeing the frost form on the glass
of sliding down hill with the sleds.
snowmen to make, and carols to be sung.


Bonnie  Hollywood-Cutts

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2015

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A Special Place

If I could improve the world
one space at a time I'd do it
immediately I'd begin with love
Banners and flags unfurled
shouting out love and peace with it
.
I'd buy some land to build upon
Five acres would do just fine
I'd build a place where love exists
and all hate and troubles are gone
for both the young and old combined

For I've known love and happiness
From my loving and protective parents
Yet far too many live in fear and heartbreak
People get lost and many are homeless
This is something we should prevent.

As they get abused and are neglected
Thrown away and forgotten by others
Left to wander the streets alone or to die
Those lost souls should be protected
By being loved by their father and mother.





Author Notes

I really do want to do this, but all it takes is money and the place.  I'd like to have it as a ranch style places set to help people of all walks of life and troubles.

 I'd make it a place to teach and learn all kinds of things. Bridging the gap between generations.    Since both the younger generations  are beaten and neglected and many times despised by those that gave them life.

Then on the opposite genreation. The elderly, The same thing can happen. by their families and more often care givers.   

I want to have the place be self sufficient . the elderly people would teach the kids the ways of life when they grew up. sewing, farming, feeding animals. Living off the land. Baking  bread and other great meals. Also some crafts.   Then the kids could open up the world of technology  and internet uses and even some of the games.  Finding common ground and then  building bonds of love and trust as well as respect for each other. Making a special family for them. 
They could even sell their baked goods or homemade items as well as fairs or flea markets etc.
The theme would be loving hearts and helping hands.  
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts. All rights reserved, a day ago

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She Cared

She came from a life of obscurity
Pushed into the constant scrutiny
from the locals and around the world.
No longer allowed to be a simple girl.

She used her popularity and fame
Treating everyone the same.
She showed compassion to the dying
Held children that were sick and crying.

She rolled up her sleeves and dug in
Helping to bring supplies and medicine
to the part of the world most never see.
She knew her status could bring publicity.

So the world ould see plights of the people.
Hoping that more aid for them would be helpful 
Now those moments are nothing but a memory
Captured in writing and photography.

She's the example that we should follow
Never being afraid to let our feeling show.
Treat others as our equals in life
Whether it's a stranger, or husband and wife.

she raised her sons to do the same
So they carry on the work honoring her name.
I try to have courage, to remain strong
and protect the weak that are treated wrong.

I think of her often when I meet people in need
and know this is someone She' gladly feed.
I am comfortable doing what she'd easily do.
though I don't need the whole world knowing what I do.
In memory of Princess Diana. Who used her status and her heart to show how true royalty should care about the people around them and not be afraid to get dirty once in a while or help dress a stranger or give food to a hungry child. 
they forgot what caring was really all about till she left the royal palace and became a queen to her people. No need for a crown and status.  They gave  their devotion to  Lady Di.
I have always thought of people the way she did. Often putting away my on needs for the needs of others and knowing the difference between who we are and what we are and that needs must always come before the wants in life.© 23 hours ago, Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2016

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Wave of Emotions

Riding the wave of emotions
through the paths of life
Can often bring things to you
that can hurt you and leave scars
or draw from you tender devotions

Love holds you like a warm embrace
Taking away those hurtful words
or the stings, that others can cause
It soothes your heart and erases fear
As it guides you to a better place.

©  Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2016

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Grandpa's Treasure Chest

Grandpa's Treasure Chest  

 
 
In the corner of the attic
covered with a dusty tarp
Was a neat wooden chest
It was stamped 1942
Excitedly I opened it up
hearing the hinges creak

Inside to my suprize
were pieces of Grandpa's life
His uniform from WW II
It was folded neatly in a plastic bag
Treasured momentos from back then
It brought tears to my eyes

Next to it was a fancy box
holding each medal that he earned
Including the purple heart
So much I never knew about.
In my mind history was playing out
like a stack of building blocks

There were antique picture frames
With pictures of him and Gramma
They looked so happy together
He was ruggedly handsome.
So strong and smart back then.
One showed him making wooden games

Then I saw Gramma's wedding things
With pictures of them on that day.
Her dress was so simple yet elegant.
wrapped in a protective bag as well
It was beautiful with pearls and lace
with little lace gloves and vail all matching

They even kept the letters they wrote
to each other while he was away at war
Saying how much they missed each other
Then one special one gave mention
of Gramma writing she was pregnant
I could envision the joy, as he replied, in his note

There's so much more within the chest
But I'll have to wait for another day
As time got away from me up here
and I still have so much left to do
But this chest of family memories
is far more precious than the rest.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts

I USED THE SUPRIZE SPELLING  because they used to use it that way long ago. When I was a child and I felt it gave me a bit more nostalgic  feeling to it for me.

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2016

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My Cs Poem

C's
Clumsy chubby chimpanzee counts cherry cheesecake cases covering corner combined clear ceramic counters.

Canny cat catches canary 

Cunning cat chases crazy chattering chipmunk clumsily can't close chubby cheeks 'cause chaotically  cramming chocolate covered cordial cherries

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2017

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Making a Difference

making a difference
                        
 
Our children should be treasured
To be loved ,cuddled and happy
Not beaten , abused or raped,
becoming someone else's pleasures.

They should never be exposed to pain
or harmful poison within the illicit drugs
That so many junkies make at home
This is not easy to truly explain

How so many families get totally destroyed
by the poisons injected into the veins.
of the parents or others, they have around
Instead of memories, they should have enjoyed.

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A group of women in my church
opened our hearts and talents
we gather personal things for kids
and have done some research

We have women that make quilts
and drawstring bags to put them in.
Along with a matching little pillow
To help them feel comfort instead of guilt

Then we add hygiene products also
sorted by their ages and gender
We help newborns to age seventeen
We add toys, and school supplies for those that go

Then we have others that organize and sort
and buy the things we need for each child
As each bag is created uniquely no two alike
in color and style giving each one extra effort

So every child taken into Foster Care
Gets a bag of their very own to keep
No matter where they go from that point
Those quilts and items are theirs forever.

 
http://imvobagoflove.wix.com/ne-tn

This is the link to show what I do with my church 
It's just a little corner of our state that we reach.
7 counties in total. and countless children
There are many groups like this around the US and some over seas as well.
I created the site and took the pictures to show others that help us or are interested  in doing so can do the same things as well
There is also a group on facebook for it.

Copyright © Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts | Year Posted 2016

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