Little Jack Horner
was put in the corner
for eating her curds and whey
what else was little miss Muffet to do
as he had stolen the bowl so she pulled it away
and said, 'What a bad boy are you!'
He rode onto the ice with the confidence of ten
You can say that again, you can say that again!
That was the chant by a lovely young penguin
She was immediately smitten by this bad boy Jin
Jin was wearing a scarf knit up by his kin
Making him truly a handsome penguin
the young penguin got on the back, and left with him
We never saw either of these two ever again
the girls were all gooey eyed over him
he was a handsome man with ginger hair
an artist, living his own truths
reckless, fearless, a bad boy
Vincent van Gogh
slicked hair
black leather jacket
ultimate bad boy of the fifties
James Dean
cultural icon
Rebel without a cause
dead at twenty-four
starred in only three movies
recognizable yet today
My Alabama visit
and first delicious kisses from
a preacher's son
Dashed dreams when
his sojourn to MY city
included not me
May 11, 2020
written before I realized nette's contest had to be based on a picture, and that inspired my poem about having too many rocks in my brain!
Used to think I was the crazy one
Believing in forever-after-love and a prince
But then I began dating frogs
And one vampire
I thought the vampire would be soft inside
A bad boy I could fix
He was a terror
Showing me that his concept of love was control
I barely escaped him
But I was no longer happy with frogs either
There has to be a giant puppy dog somewhere
Who wants to like me
I dare not use the word love anymore
Believing in forever-after is gone
Believing in being rescued is gone
Believing in a prince is sheer folly
There are crazies out there
Crazier than me even
Which I dared not think possible
Until I met the Vampire
Heart aflutter
senses untethered
wholesomeness challenged
unfamiliar feeling
naïve and innocent
Unaccustomed to this attention
did he mean me? Am I the one?
Bad boy, wandering back into my
ready-to-be-sensuous mind.
Making my daydreams crazy.
The familiar fearless soul dance as
The bad boy takes his naive victim hostage
breathless sensation, for silly reasons.
Putting myself in danger, but why?
Bad boy
Stand like a tree comes like a
Rainbow
Beast flash like black galaxy when they wink
Talk like a coffee with them by the flirting words
Goon and purde are not hot style of them not cheat but die full the promise
These are not the quality of bad boy just a day Before my delite adorable beauty ask me are you.......
I said a man just known smart for his work and smile attitude so now tell who I am?
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Jack and Jill went up the hill ~ to fetch a pail of water
Jack went down to fool around ~ with Little Miss Muffet's daughter
Jill saw them kissing up in a tree ~ K.I.S.S.I.N.G
She called up Jack Horner ~ who was still in his corner
To ask him if he knew ~ where they'd be
The Little Old Lady ~ who lives in a shoe
Said to Humpty Dumpy ~ And Little Boy Blue
That jack and Miss Muffet's daughter ~ were missing
Twas Little Bo Peep ~ That took Jack for her keep
In the beanstalk ~ is where they were kissing
Boris Johnson, what a jerk
That irritating secret smirk
That says he thinks it's all a joke
I reckon he's the sort of bloke
Who always gets away with it
Whatever, knowing Nanny's tit
Will ever fill his silver spoon
However bad he's been, the goon
And he, like other spoilt boys
I reckon probably enjoys
A spanking over Nanny's knee
Bad Boy Boris! Jam for tea?
© Gail Foster 19th September 2017
My name’s The Bad Boy of the town,
Bad Boy to the bone.
And I walk the streets without a care,
I walk the streets alone.
You see, I’m always in the game,
Searching for the mark,
Always playing by rules of “Pick ‘em up”,
Always hunting like a shark.
A shark that lets them vent,
Moan and groan about their affair,
About their emotional issues,
And I sympathyze: “It’s so unfair.”
All the while my goal is to
Unwrap the gift that’s my lady friend,
Then leave the mess and continue
With my life that’s all pretend.
Bad Boy Trump
Trump never likes to rehearse
Which is why his effort was worse
A bad boy he has always been
Lies much and also does sin
And on him God placed a curse.
Jim Horn
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Master at seduction,
He was a slave of temptation..
Angelic, pretty faces,
Ripe, full bodies..
He couldnt resist,
He couldnt desist..
He had a sweet mate,
But his lust was too great..
Unmindful of consequences,
Losing all his senses..
He was always on the looking,
Searching and seeking..
For a pretty maid,
Or a sexy babe..
He exploited his sexuality,
While juggling his duality..
Until one fateful day,
When Karma came his way..
To end his bad boy days,
Turn his favourite reds to grey..
Did he mend his ways?
Or the same does he stay?
His next book shall reveal,
It shall surely reveal...??
Fresh, fit & frisky
Bad boy fiery, flawless, fun
Fulfilling my flesh
In the cuddles of your memory I drown
You were a fluffy handsome breed
A personality brighter than brown
But your colour sealed your collar
In you this boy found a best friend
Lessie became lesser known
Your bark reverberated my childhood
Wagging your tail never a frown
Both of us still wet behind the ears
You never learned a single trick
I could never train you to sit,
But you could sure fetch a stick
You had such a fast dash
Catching a bird brought much joy
Nightly I prepared your dish
Brown, never once a bad boy
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest Name: beloved pets
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