Best Bootie Poems
a baby bootie
ecstatically clings to her
clear garrison cap —
the navy does not issue
children in sailor’s seabag
3/6/2020
shaped like a boat,
a sock peeked out,
down under the rim.
a baby bootie,
a boot camp scootie,
befuddled the face,
bright red,
of a pale blond —
a mother on the side.
could have been undies
lining the sailor cap!
waterlogged laughter.
sea of despair.
however... i showed her up,
dereliction of my polished shoes.
barely an adult,
sneakering to hide
in the head,
luckily placed as a guest
in the gatehouse
and not out on my rear guard
or thrown in the brigg
for my lack of attention to detail.
the blond carries her family in a seabag
— not allowed —
can’t find the other sock.
9/3/2020
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor - William Kekaula
scootie means child that is between the stages of crawling and walking. Here I’m using it as a baby’s sock.
sneakering is a play on words as I had absentmindedly put on my sneakers
The sea carries many ghosts
Their past pain, in waves, it hosts
I cannot swim within it
The tides force me to submit
Yes, I see its rich beauty
I also see its darkness
Bones in chains are its bootie
Moonlit, despite its starkness
05/28/2018
I am a man who breathes
A man who believes
In the whispering of trees
And in the buzzing of bees
Sailing across these oceans seas
The wind in the words to receive
As I listen to the breeze
This is what I perceive
The light itself
It exist within its self
Sitting upon a book shelf
These words sting to health
The cry for land and its wealth
Look what you’ve done to yourself
Look what we’ve done to our self
Living, I explain myself
Even though it may sound quite looney
As I look up at the full moony
The hooting of an owl does do sound groovy
Staring at this ruby
A magnificent treasure not just a bootie
Yea, she has such a nice round smoothie
Dare I even to say, that indeed it is magnificently beautiful cutie
Darling be my Lucy
A young girlie with a nice pair of boobies
Also owned a lovely firm bootie
Sure didn't mind sharing
Us guys we were staring
Spilled our coffee while gawking at this cutie
© Jack Ellison 2015
I try to be the best wife and mom
Yet my patience is running thin
There are bills to pay and screaming mouths to feed….
Oh, Where do I begin?
Just too many duties
In the course of a day
And did I forget to mention
My earnings... “NO PAY”
Laundry, shopping, cooking and dishes
I have no time-
To even scratch where I’m itching
“Can I have a dollar please?”
“Mommy I have a terrible wheeze!”
“Mommy she called me a “Name”
“Mommy can we play a game?”
The dog keeps messing on the floor
My kids are always crying poor
Or something on their body’s sore
I want to run right out the door!
Homework, cupcakes.. due tomorrow!
"I have a date..The car can I borrow?"
Answering the door and phone all day long
Confined to a punished for doing nothing wrong”
I can’t find a soul to take out the trash
Off to the doctors for my daughter’s butt rash
I wipe up a drink. I mop up the floor
Only to find that my daughter spilled more
Entertaining a birthday party sleepover
Picking up the guest like i'm a chauffer
I have to scrub the toilet and sink
I only have time for one eye to blink
I finally get home to rest on the sofa
In hopes to catch a glimpse of some Oprah
Instead I'm entertained by Spongebob again
Rehearsing the lines inside of my head
Nick Nite and MTV,
Is just about killing me
Between Rap Music and big bootie shaking,
I pray that my sight and hearing is taken
Ohhhh........
Where is the time for me to be “ME?”
To sit in quiet at my own TV
Or take a hot bath, even read a good book
These things are so much overlooked
Well I have to go
Someones calling my name
“MOMMMMY” …The underpaid dame
(Can you relate)
It’s your birthday getting closer to golden age.
You’re not getting older just an amazing sage.
You can do anything you want to now.
Even set up and purr and say meow.
You are smarter than all those other girls.
So shake that bootie, dance with swirls.
You were doing the twerk, at school and work.
Everyone just thought you were going berserk.
Happy Birthday and go ahead and dance the jerk.
Pay no attention to anyone just give a smirk.
This is your special day, be happy in every way.
Go ahead and sing the birthday song for all.
If anyone complains just say it’s a squirrel call.
If you do it well like Marilyn Monroe did once.
And get lucky I will not tell, I’ll just act like a dunce.
written by Cecil Hickman
hope you and the girls enjoy this one.
A young girlie with a nice pair of boobies
Also owned a lovely firm bootie
Sure didn't mind sharing
Us guys we were staring
Spilled our coffee while gawking at this cutie
© Jack Ellison 2015
when the music slows down it's final call
women and men pushing their way through the halls
locked in stalls rolling spliffs for the long haul
stuffing beer bottles under their wife beaters
scuffing up their new white adidas sneakers
cars lining up along the street
music bumping bass lines thumping people krumping
walking with a swagger pistol locked and loaded
finger on the trigger ego growing bigger
g-strings getting wet pussy is a pet
falling in love for the moment reality they soon forget
hennessey on their breath cotton mouth making them vex
cruising along the west side highway on your way to 125th
building up an appetite meeting at sylvia's to eat
the nights just beginning soon as we get done eating
the after parties will soon be popping
everyone who's someone will be stopping in
bring your own alcohol vodka jack daniels and gin
bootie all around getting head underground
true love may be found but in here everyone gets around
new york to the heart we got love for all
until five o shows up cause the neighbors did call
woop woop thats the sound of the police
illegal name on the lease handcuffed to the chair
stashing weed in her hair she don't care
a typical night in the city that never sleeps
code of silence amongst those whose word they keep
I got laid in starbucks the other day
I was workin on finishing my latte
when the manager came up to me and said hey
at first I was like go away but then i looked up
asking if I wanted another cup
I slowly sputtered out, Yup
damn girl you is fine
what I wouldnt give to make you mine
Must be your lucky day cutie
as sexy as you are you can have my bootie
finally she took me into the back
lifted her dress and bent over a stack
french vanilla....hell no bend over the hazelnut
and there I was banging away on her butt
her boss finally walked in and asked what she was doin
for i wasnt the first customer that she got caught screwin
this is it now you've got to go
you keep missin work and now you a hoe!
but please daddy it not as it seems
this nice young man just asked for fresh cream~
BARNYARD ROCK
Rockin like a rooster with a cornish hen
cuttin up the barnyard where they always been,
ducky's guitar--bless my soul!
Goosie's makin dem drums roll!
We gotta do some rock and roll again!
Bessie play de bass like a cow dat's cool
farmer pullin boobies he's a milkin fool!
If dis ain't rock and roll,
I kiss your bootie, bless my soul!
We gotta do some rock and roll again!
We gonna miss ole turkey's saxaphone
he's in de oven and he's in der alone.
Rock! Some more Barnyard Rock!
Hound dog make your fiddle talk!
We gotta do some rock and roll again.
© ron wilson aka
vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Only a few moments of a peek into your beauty,
Both my heart and head plunged for the bootie.
Emotions, of my heart, I could still keep inside,
But my heart beating for you, how could I hide?
Life with you, each moment, I felt complete,
Sure I did not waste my precious life to deplete.
‘I am breaking up with you’, you said repeatedly to me,
You searched your freedom; I lived by your essence in me.
I was not, you know, the one to bicker and fight,
Clear was my conscious and wished your future bright.
I myself broke my heart into pieces infinite, therefore,
Left me no cause to plead, before you, anymore.
This was my way of doing and taking it upon myself,
Your happiness was dearer even if my heart became a delf.
Sonnet: 14 lines
Contest: I did it my way
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Date: 13.06.2014
Oh my sweetie is a cutie,
All she needs do is shake her bootie,
But what makes me want to hoo-tee,
Is when she's a dancing nudie.
Oh, she always is in fashion,
A rockette when she has her boots on,
But what really wakes my passion,
Is when her lower parts are flashin.’
When she is near the world’s on mute,
To say that she’s loved would be astute,
No law degree from institute,
Required to know her case is moot.
No court on earth could ascribe blame,
Ever cast dispersion on her name,
A joke, the finger bone of shame…
Our three year old just enjoys her fame.
Cotton Bootie Enlistment
by Odin Roark
How innocent the booties of birth
If only their cast remembrance
Might remain but nostalgia
Instead
Their bronze symbolism
Merely encases a once simple smile
A semblance of purity
Lost ever so soon
History
Like a voracious virus
Infects this childlike innocence
Creates its own immunity
Thrusting virulent audacity
Minimizing one’s virtuous cotton footwear
Naively seeking only durability
A faux synthetic
Or tanned leather
Yet
The species remains bent to create
The next test-tube imperviousness
Minimizing rugged soles of
Arabian oil based rubber
But yesterday’s chapter
High tech miracles
Deliver
Gripping
Climbing
Running
Advancing
Attacking
Conquering
Foot cover impervious
Yet never forgetting such simple beginnings
Ultimately
The acrid smoke
Merging into our heated global atmosphere
Further heats subjugation's resolve
Only the last chapter of earth’s historical tome remains
Postlude
The vortex of history’s repeated resting places
Where roadside bombs facilitate
Body bags of findable parts
Where calloused bare feet of refugees fleeing
Know only purity never lost
Even Salvation Army’s handout footwear
Good for the tucked fetal position
Beneath homeless cardboard shelters
Remembers the booties of birth
Somewhere along the line
Leaden boots seemingly rendering freedom
Remain beholden to the heel and toe of control
Where dominance patiently waits
Try as we may
Weighty footprints
Foretell the future
From birth to death
Their ponderous reality
Remains often guised
But forever remaining
The ever threatening
Leaden boots of tomorrow’s
Cotton bootie enlistment
the frist day i met you was the best day of my life!
you was a careing person and alway's seem to understand me
what happen too you you turn'ed like a devil in the night , i've
tryed to understand you the best that i could.
your heart was as wild and messed up as a slang you broke down
like something crazy. let people tell you what to do. showe'd the one who
cared and loved you how much of a fool they were to love someone like you.
your really acting crazy right now but you will see there is know one alse goinga love
you like me.
so go ahead and have your fun ' but i'll tell you this in the long run you'll be the lonely one.
i'll move on in life but i know you'll be sorry cause you'll alway's have a heart that will never
settle down and when you do that new love you think you've found will walk all over you
you'll feel just as hurt as i do now for loveing someone like you that wont ever be honest or
true.
so here's my wish this christmas for you! i hope you fall in love so deep that they end up
walking off on you /telling you your not right ! or your a big joke ! or a bootie call . i hope
they breake your heart so bad it takes you forever to get over it.
i hope everything you do everything you say' come's back on you .
i hope love and life treat's you a lesson one that you'll learn .one that'll tear your heart apart
untill lesson learned.