Best Beat Around The Bush Poems
"TELL YOU ABOUT ME "
Born a full blown Libra to a scale of blind justice
My hair & eyes are brown as can be
I come from a large family
Don't like to be called a princess
every now and than you still find me climbing up a tree
My daddy paid for my expo ride
My favorite color comes in green
In my hometown I join the women baseball team.
I still own a lot of Mardi beads
I love boxing in my own back yard
I dislike when people think I am very brainy
I no longer care of the Physics of my stare
Funny to think I once knew that the mass and energy,
is related to the famous equation E=mc (tiny) 2....
c how I love the speed of light, gravity do to motion due
m &o are like the m&m of the mass related to the observation of me
LOL : - ) I still have a bit of physics dumb minded skills
Ask me this tomorrow and I will forget every # of square root
Yikes to geometry I want to c light when it comes to v for my velocity,
changing and walking to a straight direction to my four walls of dimension.
That is me not so nutty but a little crazy
With an IQ, to mix and match & play it out.
I love the challenge when I'm standing on my own high horse
Ask me to many questions you will get a beat around the bush
Who really needs to know the truth about being confused
I love to passion out my color pink.
I alway come across to many eye blinks
Get caught up in puzzles that help me think
Yes I love video games Just got done playing "Halo"
M.K. Liu K. is all I got to say/// me play Guitar Hero? hmm? ;-)
My spirit does not let go of the cartoon phase.
When it comes to favorites, I place my son as # 1
How about my favorite niece, she my only true buddy
My favorite all time poet, not many care for his dark eyes Mr E.A. Poe
Emotions to feel it all, why not let it show.
Do not give me coffee, I will over expose my silly charms.
I love my dog, hate his fleas, I keep him away from the birds and the bees
One thing I can not go with out is to solve a mystery when in doubt
I guess sometimes I can't even figure myself out,
Why some one would say I can be a role model?
This is just a bit about me, ooh yes I forgot to mention
I love the slamming world of all kinds of poetry.
by:p.d.
felt like i did before thats how i know i missed ya
if i could then i woulda grabbed ya hugged and kissed ya
bachelor for eternity missing the bigger picture
you i barely knew, appearing on every vista
i appreciate the support, but what i need is love
tho truth may hurt, better than all of the above
i trusted you cause you represent something ive never done,
who knew that two can prove to be better than one or
first in a place, never won a sum,
bygones gone and a couple of puns
we let the honey run till sweet enough touch
beat around the bush, no rush
it got hotter but the wetaher didnt change
not a cloud in the sky or a drop of blame
no need for a why whenw e had an x
we gotta where we wanted then decided what next
no matter where i go
over land and sea
id rather have you cause one is lonely
keep me company
three not necessary
feels real comfy
has since february
february march april may june july august in a day
the longer we go the more we grow
feeling better each step of the way
if theres a problem we can talk and double check
nothing we cant solve with an embrace and kiss to the face or neck
i love you more than ode and penelope. maria odb
or lil kim and biggie
thank the gods we aint in a greek tragedy
or sometime before 19 sixty
for what is feminin
sent me to my questionin
i quickly collected evidence, respect
exactly what i expected, experiencing the extension
my seconds, perspective as my lessons
i remember when im stressing
to fit into my senses, lower my defenses
soothing if theres tenseness, leaving room for suggestion
did i mention that youre precious
a gift of personal appreciation, when we regard eachother
in highest celebration shared by lovers, so more than any i thank you
for willing to get as close as you do
i hope for you the complimentary is true
im sure if it wasnt we can talk it through its coo
right there is reason why i call you boo
no matter where i go
over land and sea
id rather have you cause one is lonely
keep me company
three not necessary
feels real comfy
has since february
february march april may june july august in a day
the longer we go the more we grow
feeling beter each step of the way
A metaphor is such a bore,
When it is overused,
And words that rhyme are out-of-line,
When they are so abused
And those cliches are 'here to stay',
And drive us all insane,
But we continue using them,
And so we're all to blame.
It's like 'we're on the same old page',
Or 'talking to the wall',
Don't mean to 'beat around the bush',
So please don't 'have a cow'.
A 'screen-door on a submarine',
Is such a useless thing,
And when I rant and criticize,
I'm 'going out on a string'.
For many disagree with me,
And say that I am wrong,
And then they 'go their separate ways',
And 'sing the same old song'.
A metaphor is such a bore,
When it is overused,
But I have trouble finding words,
So please have me excused.
deep down you want it to be different
you want to wake up in the morning with the evidence of your
imaginary friend
right there, in your hand, for all the world to see---
let’s not beat around the bush,
because we both know
you want to take that evidence & run to the top of every hill & proclaim to all those who
doubted &
disbelieved,
that yes,
it was all true & that he will be coming back soon,
just like he promised
(you want soooooo bad to rub our faces in it & subsequently watch us burn eternally in your “hell” for not going along with the rest of the sheep)
to kiss the heads of all the good little devotees who spent their whole lives
proselytizing in desperation,
waiting for a fictional character to come to life &
fulfill all the promises made in his name,
so that
everything will
finally
make sense.
i have put the toll house squares in the oven
(not gonna waste too much time on your comfort) &
set the milk on the stove at low heat---
now, promise me,
when your world comes crashing down & he doesn’t show,
don’t put the shotgun barrel in your mouth &
blast yourself till’ sunday---
instead,
have some warm milk & cookies &
cry the night away,
for in the morning it will all be better
without him.
Some people are so blunt
Their words tear and make you feel like a runt
Some people are so sharp
Their words cut like the bite of a carp
Some people are so shallow
Without thinking words they bellow
For some every second word is a swear
Who they offend they don't care
Some people are so deep
For lack of compression I weep
Some people are so boring
I am soon snoring
Some people are very quiet
Either dumb or very bright
Some people are full of noise
Like a toddler with his toys
Some people are so exciting
They leave me nail biting
Some people are so bitter
Spewing words that litter
Some people are so
Sweet
Listening to them is a treat
Some people are down to earth
The shady ones give them a wide berth
Some people beat around the bush
Wish they would just sush
Some people are so straight forward
That it makes some feel awkward
Some people are just right
Easy to understand and their words give sight
i gather my sticks and stones
beat around the bush
facing East, then West
bow three times
scrape my knees on the doorstep of persuasion
the attic is filled with cobwebbed intrusions of domesticity
but nothing seems out of place,
the basement leaks with water under the foundation
and the walls shout with time cracking through the lifted iris
you purr like a selfish house cat, smug and twitching his whiskers
with pensive appetite,
i'm off to save the world, the sting ray in my pocket,
a jawbone on my shoulder,
dragonflies are busy dodging mouthfuls of distress
my croc is ticking out his schemes on a Tuesday afternoon,
you could do worse than read this poem.
you should have read the riddle I left for you.
Here I am, late night. Waiting for the train after work as usual in my zone Floetry "Hey you" playing on the phone. This woman sits next to me and I can feel her eyeing me, I look over she turns away smiling ever so gently but it was her classy attire that had me swayed. Now I'm usually the nervous type but I play it cool but I'm shy right. I don't usually approach women cause I feel they really aren't worth my time and sometimes when they open their mouth I see in their lifetime they haven't really opened their mind. So I say you look familiar starting off with lies, she smiles says hi and starts telling me about her day, I say hi I'm Corey and I don't this every day and yeah you're beautiful but behind every smile is a story to tell, every woman's been something and if she says she isn't more than likely at this moment she's probably going threw hell. Anyway I don't beat around the bush so I'm like I would love to get to know you past your beauty and your scars and she says I'm sorry but I'm already spoken for. I say well, the conversation was nice and we both part ways, no regrets at all and that was probably the highlight of my day
When Jack Fell Down Jill Found Another
tom, dick and harry went up the hill
to fetch love with a women named jill
tom beat around the bush
harry frozen on his tush
dick rose to the top and got his fill
connie pachecho
8/24/17
Women are my favourite kind of people
I drool at the one's in bikinis
Getting a stirring, you know where I mean
Some might call it my genie
That's not obscene, kinda cute don't ya think
I tell it like it is dear friends
I've never been one to beat around the bush
Really not concerned by the trends
Come out and say what's really on my mind
No confusion or mistaking my point
It sure would be better if we all did the same
No mixed signals around this joint
So getting back to young girl's in bikinis
No finer picturesque work of art
So the drooling us males are known to do
Is a testament to the joy in our hearts
© Jack Ellison 2015
I am going to write about the sky is the limit
Or is it?
There shouldn't be any limit
God is an unlimited God
So why should you deserve anything less?
You should always be striving
for the other side
Lol not
You shouldn't be striving anyway
God is going to give you
what He is going to give
But he will not give you limits
I know that
He will tell you not do
And it is up to you to obey
But do you consider that a limit
if you know what is good for you?
God will always give you what you want
And if anyone tells you otherwise
It's a bunch of baloney
The Bible said "He will give you the desires of your heart" (Psalm 37:4)
And sometimes He will you more than what you desire
Because He an unlimited God
Don't expect Him to stop
For a time I was tired of He is always changing me
But I found that He changes me for the better
And I gave up
He can just do whatever He is going to do
Up to no good
Lol
Or is it?
Who knows?
Depends on the day, right?
But I do know that He will continue to give it to you
as long as you obey
and there is no blockage
What is that?
That is when you do something wrong
and there is something separate between you and God
Don't let that something separate you
Correct it
Do whatever it takes
God will correct you
That's no worry
God will show you exactly what you do wrong
so you can correct it
He doesn't beat around the bush
He beats it on you
I am just kidding
You'll know it anyway
as you wouldn't be here
Now I am really kidding
But I am not kidding about....
Dear Doyle,
Why have you not incorporated me further into your work?
When I found out I appeared briefly, in just three stories, I was hurt.
You made me smarter than Sherlock himself,
but, alas, you did not find me worth the ink.
And no, my dear friend, no simple explanation will suffice.
We are both men Arthur, let's not beat around the bush like mice
You'll meet me tonight, eight o'clock sharp at the Reigate Squires.
Do not send a wire or put it off a moment further. This business is dire!
Sincerely,
The Other Holmes
NOTE: For those who aren't familiar with the stories, Sherlock Holmes actually has a brother. His name is Mycroft Holmes (and Doyle actually made him much smarter than Sherlock... though Mycroft was too lazy to put his talents to good use). He was a very interesting character and I was sad to see him in so few stories...
She opened the hell’s gate
As she put her foot on the bus
She rang her bell’s fate
Hasn’t she heard “hush”?!
She is in the monsters’ estate
They all came out, they sere hidden behind the bush
She opened her hell’s gate
As she put her foot on the bus
She is frightened, never seen a such
Wolfs, attacking her, it was too late
For her they made a dash
Devouring her weak body, a brutality I can’t state
The wheels were on a rush
No one there to tame their lust, there’s no mate
She fought alone, she would them away push
She thought that they used to live in one estate!
She opened the hell’s gate
As she put her foot on the bus
She rang her bell’s fate
She was compelled to hush
But it isn’t yet late
I won’t beat around the bush
Those monsters should be jailed, and decrease the rate
Of crimes and violence , we won’t let ourselves go with the gush
Of the sewage on which we’ll throw them and eternally close this gate
" All against raping"
Sand sifts,
My mind lifts,
The ideas of reflection,
My lack of self-protection,
Is something that haunts,
My mind which daunts,
The strength within,
All my chagrin,
Is spelled across my face,
Chasing the desire to erase,
Every regret,
I’m not finished yet,
I’ll continue to push,
Rather than beat around the bush,
Take my life into my own hands,
Create fresh desires in new plans,
Put aside all this stage fright,
And seek the vibrant daylight,
Light that will consistently drown,
Every notion bringing me down,
I will find peace.
Speak Street
Written by: D. Collins 12/16/14
To law enforcement, law makers, and all knowledgeable men.
There’s a universal language everybody understands.
It has no talking points, nor use for keywords.
It doesn’t beat around the bush, and, is never scared.
There’s consensus in every corner of the globe.
Speak street to people, they’ll come into the fold.
It creates the willingness to communicate.
And, brings down the barriers that causes hate.
Speak street to people before bringing out the tanks.
Give the people reason to give the system thanks.
Stand before them and look them eye-to-eye.
Ask them why they march? They will tell you why.
Alongside the action, mindsets have to change.
Until all are equal, life won’t be the same.
Black mothers are tired of seeing their sons die.
They’ve seen so much pain, there are no more tears to cry.
is some on your mind
i see the sign
am not blind
don't be a tush
say it
do this
don't beat around the bush