Best Boys Will Be Boys Poems
Some unmarried older men
want the same from their mistresses as their socks
~ gently used and freedom ~
Cheers for freedom
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Be you
Be true
Do not ever be blue
15.02.2017
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The stars reached back
Each night
When I prayed that I would wake up and the pain would be over
And that everything everyone had ever said to me
And every name they had ever called me
Was all a bad dream
The worst, shittiest nightmare of a dream
That never ended
No matter how many times I fell asleep
Because sleep was my escape
But escapes don’t last forever
And dreams don’t last forever
But nightmares can last forever
But, no matter what, I can’t help you
You miserable excuse for a friend
You ruined what I was
You hardened the face that once smiled
The face that used to light up a room
Had been hardened to stone by a society
That believed that “gay” was synonymous with “weird”
And that “bully” was synonymous with “joke”
But the fact is you were the joke
The joke that kept replaying in my head
And laughing at me
Even after the jokes had stopped the joke kept going
The joke was me; I was a joke to everyone, even myself
And my dad would joke that I should man up
And my mom would joke that the other kids were insecure
And my brother would joke that he made it through
And everyone else would joke that “boys will be boys”
But I didn't see the joke in any of it
There was no joke in my tears
And there was no joke in the forty pounds I lost when I stopped eating
You just can’t get enough of the pain
But your pain doesn’t have to be my pain
So, so what if boys aren’t supposed to cut themselves?
And so what if boys aren’t supposed to cry?
And so what if boys aren’t supposed to be the ones who become anorexic?
I’m a boy and I did it all
And what can you say about yourself?
You’re a sad excuse for a boy
So put away the guns and fists
And pick up a pen and a paper
And figure yourself out
Before you tear someone else down to their foundation
And let the rain ruin their ability to stand themselves
And I think
That the healing came
When I realized that someday you would be on the bottom
And someone would tear you down
And you would sit there as the rain poured in
And you would drown in your regret
And I would still send out a life jacket for you
Because you ruined the outside smile
But you didn’t ruin the inside faith
And the faith got me through
Because tomorrow is brighter
And the sunshine does come after the rain
trigger warning Rape, sexual harassment
you were 6 when the boy in the desk behind you kept pulling your ponytail till he made you cry. It was okay though,it meant you had pretty hair.
You were 9 when the ball kicked at you by the boys in the field coloured your eye instead of the makeup you were not yet allowed to wear. It was okay though, they did that because you were so pretty you intimated them.
You were 12 when the filthy fingers of the boy next you on the bus marked your thighs blue. You didn't tell anyone though. You knew it was your fault really; that skirt was too seductive.
You were 16 when the man on the other side of the street had the brilliant idea of following you down the road, cornering you in that dark aisle and thrusting himself inside of you. Only to leave you there, a bloody half-naked carcass, repeating to yourself again and again that this was okay. This was okay because boys will be boys. Girls? Well, we just have to take it like a man.
Was it big John or was it ol Jack
Who started me on this laugh attack
A limy or two
Now some haiku
Think I'll join in by throwing some smack
The pain will never go away, it just stays.
Everyday he tried to keep his head held high,
but everything would change in just ten days.
They said boys will be boys, it’s just a phase,
but again they were wrong, just one more lie.
The pain will never go away, it just stays
Each year, each month, each day was just a haze,
and all he wanted was to say goodbye,
but everything would change in just ten days.
The words, the pain, were just a repeated phrase,
He was their target, a special bull’s eye.
The pain will never go away, it just stays.
School was pointless, just another maze.
One without escape, no matter how he try,
but everything would change in just ten days.
He made up his mind, and got no delays.
His last words: they were just simple goodbyes.
The pain will never go away, it just stays,
but everything did change, in just ten days.
Baby Boy Altar Boy Golden Boy
Lazy Boy Fat Boy Doughboy
Star Boy Car Boy Hardy-har-har-Boy
Bell Boy Bus Boy Bar Boy Cigar Boy
Noodle Boy Poodle Boy Strudel Boy
Skinny Boy Bony Boy Phony Boy
Go Boy Slow Boy Whoa Boy
No Boy Po' Boy Oh Boy!
Top Boy Bee-Bop Boy Stop Boy!
Hey Boy Hi Boy "Atta Boy' Goodbye Boy!
A church clock struck midnight, from far far away,
Overhead, the pale moon was veiled, by dark clouds of grey.
Two young boys were watching, from their own makeshift den,
Aiming to prove to friends they weren't mice, but men.
As gravestones scraped noisily, upon sharp gravel paths,
The small boys gulped loudly, and subdued nervous laughs.
But when a corpse clambered out, of a wide open grave,
The two boys took fright, not feeling so brave.
With their eyes now wide open, and holding their breath,
They clung to each other, and were worried to death.
As the corpse turned around, and staggered their way,
They closed both of their eyes, and started to pray.
Soon as a ghoul crawled out, from behind the headstone,
They felt a little queasy, and started to groan.
Suddenly, two cold hands touched them, pinching their ears
They both screamed out loudly, then burst into tears.
But it was just their eldest brother a prankster called Rick,
Who,for a bit of devilment, played an old schoolboy trick.
They had been watching tv., camped on the hearth rug.
By the cosy fireside, in their own little snug.
That night in their beds, what tapped the window pane,
Was it the leaking gutter, now filling with rain.
Or whose are those shadows, that stealthily creep.
So underneath the bedsheets, they tried their hardest to sleep
8/ 14/ 2017. POET'S SHADOW GREG BARDON.
You are so full of excitement,
That you at times can not contain it.
You enjoy playing with your toys,
And I say "Boys will be Boys."
I know nothing seems easy for you,
Just remember to never be blue.
For I will always be there, it's true,
To show you that I care for you.
A Summer Sight
burning white glare
forces squinted sight ~
sons squat by pool squashing bugs
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Sally young eslinge
(C) June 25, 2022
boys will be boys,
they love the joys in life,
no matter how old they are.
they think they're invincible,
nothing is impossible.
they still play with their toys
that make a lot of noise,
brag and insist
how they love and kiss all the girls.
they love their fishing and hunting
and say it is all in the wrist,
and they never miss.
they love their fast cars
and say they can drink
anyone under the table;
or is it all a fable?
just to name a few on the list
4/8/2022
~*~
no offense just musing
Boys will be boys
that's what they said.
But to me, boys were drugs
and I'd wind up dead.
Nothing ever worked,
until I found you.
You were my hope for love,
The start of something new.
The horrible distance
It was our greatest threat.
sometimes it didn't matter,
you were my safety net.
Once or twice we perished,
not understanding our hearts.
But mind over matter,
we were never fully apart.
Were connected in ways
I never would've thought.
and I crazy about you,
I love you a lot.
So we'll continue on this path
until it hits an end.
And I'll be right beside you,
my best friend.
He’d have to take his new jeans off to swim
Or mom is sure to paddle his tail.
So, his skinned them off, climbed atop the railroad bridge,
folding them with the greatest care, laid them on the rail.
It was the first day of summer vacation and the days
would limp along into the fall.
He swung on the rope, splashed, swam like a fish, held his breath clean to the bottom, showing no fear at all.
The sun was bright, and birds tweeted and darted among the trees,
a breeze moved and shadows danced, embracing the summer leaves.
When just above the cheer and laughter a distant whistle blew
and the boys waved with the greatest joy as the passenger train passed through.
It seemed like time stood still but all good times must end,
each boy had his share of fun and his stories to defend.
Little Edward Earl had his stories too of the adventure he would tell,
he’d better shinny up the hill and fetch his jeans off the rail
He grinned from the pleasure of pleasures as he clamored up the grade
But sometimes with best intentions, the biggest mistakes are made.
And as the old saying goes “for every sunny day, a little rain must fall”
for Edward was looking at shredded jeans he failed to recognize at all.
They tied the remnants around him in rendition of Tarzan fame.
gathered round him like Roman Soldiers hiding away his shame
He was tip toeing through the washroom, his eyes, searching and keen
when mom called from the kitchen, “Edward, come show dad your new blue jeans.”
Boys will be boys is often said
A kind reference to naughty
Would this disparity then cause
Dudes to show action quite haughty
Yearning for female attention
By some catcalls and wolf whistles
Undermining the ladies who
Get attacked by verbal missiles
Gentlemen, listen to me now
Each of you, must hear what I tell
Remember what you might be called
Such as this acrostic does spell!
They always say, "boys will be boys," and leave it at that.
No one will try to fix the situation because boys will be boys.
They let him be stupid, abusive, and sexual because boys will be boys.
And I can't fix that.
I can't fix that because I'm a girl and we should learn to accept that boys will be boys.
We should learn that when they do stuff like that it's because boys will be boys.
We learn that no one cares because boys will be boys.
We learn to keep our problems to ourselves because boys will be boys.
We learn that it is okay to be verbally, physically, and sexually abused by a guy because boys will be boys.
So, what's the point in trying when you know you are going to fail over and over again?
What's the point if we are the ones getting lessons on how to act when they are the ones who need them?
What's the point in teaching us how not to get raped if boys will be boys and do what they feel like anyways?
This should not be about what we wear of how we act or if we said no, this should be about how boys will be boys.
They are the ones who need to be taught that just because boys will be boys that doesn't mean that girls will be toys.
I save memories of four boys, ~~not three,
They got out two toys, gameboy that would be,
My they have grown, they are aged differently,
Day not as smooth, as I make it, ~~you see,
Why did the older two, ~~play sneakily,
Made the brothers to be angry, ~~like me,
"Share the gameboy", I said commandedly,
"Here, the toy, lest dad turn off the T.V.!"
Date: 05/30/2019