Best Cindy Poems
Peroxide blonde and covered in petals,
Bleach kills flowers - She’s less softener than metal
A body rooted in pride, trying to run, Jackal and hide.
There’s some double entendres, catch them if you can,
There’s something about her, try to find it, you’ll both be damned.
To Cinderella she’s her own step sister,
Crying out for love, afraid of those who’d listen.
Just someone out there longing for a cause in existence,
Just someone out there, longing for a reason to stay persistent
I wish to forget myself
via mutual fascination ~
anything less, leaves me empty
Cindy had a little Bird,
Little Bird, little Bird,
Cindy had a little Bird,
Its feathers were yellow as the sun
And everywhere that Cindy went,
Cindy went, Cindy went,
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go
It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.
It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school
And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near
And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply
We had a little Beagle named Cindy,
such a sweet little girl she was,
brother Darrell training her so well,
to be a great hunter, and that she was.
My dog shep and her got along just fine.
Had her for almost two years, until one day,
while chasing a rabbit across the steet,
poor little Cindy didn't see the car coming
down the way, she was killed outright.
Such a poor sweet and most tender dog she was.
Our friend old Ben carried her from the steet and
placed her small little body on the green grass
that she used to play in many times, then he
came and told us the sad news. She was with
us a short time but so many dear sweet memories
that dear dog left in our hearts.
Written 8-15-11
Cindy was really a man
You could tell by the size of her hands
So one day in Bournemouth
She had them both sawn off
But now she can't shave her beard
CINDY ANNE
Her name was Cindy Anne
Said, “Catch me if you can.”
Now I was fat she was slight
I pursued with all my might
Careless, Cindy tripped fell flat
I fell on top and that was THAT!
cherry apple red
my cherry 2,000 girl
dance on the web spin
There was a little cheeta whose name was Cindy,
who loved to sing,
However, she was tone deaf, her singing made
all the animals in the kingdom ears ring.
They would call her names and say" shut up
you're no good.
The lioness Queen of the jungle, told her
that she had a gift inside of her but she
must practice whenever she could.
She took the lioness' advice and practiced
all the time,
Then one day she opened up her mouth
and her voice was beautiful and sublime.
All of the ones that insulted and called her
names are now her biggest fans.
Moral- Stay true to your dream even when
other's doubt.
A delightful Children’s fable Contest Sponsored by
Carol Eastman.
07-10-16
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TWILIGHT IS OUR DAWN Collaboration
CINDY LU:
As evening shades... the day's moment fades.
And I sit with the setting sun... upon his delicate.
Yet only in brevity, this shimmering upon my soul.
Woe to darkness, scampering about ...
star's flicker, woo & glamour Yea,
this dark of night amidst your eloquence.
This stage before me, with thine eyes mist;
the new day's dawn of arrival.
Yet in this moment, I'm captive.
Evening beckons... and truth delights.
The heart's tithing... joys divine.
Awakened within this dream... his delicate fading.
Shades of gray... the city sirens, the scent of death...
mourns her neon.
And as I read...the poet cries the jester laughs...
the widow dies.
FRANK:
We awake at twilight...our kind.
Some how... the world seems easier to take...
in translucent hues of crimson...
your alabaster skin...in this light..
looks devoid of sin.
Yes... 'Delicate'...we too...
tears are easier to hide at night.
Yet we'll blunder through...
for any taste...of night's delights...
to get us through
COLLAB...Cindy Lu Cayton...Frank Herrera.
Cindy Sweet Cindy
WLM
Wildncrazy555
May 26, 2011
Cindy sweet Cindy
My heart gets windy
When I think of you
I shall not be blue
You shall be my wife
For the rest of my life
Through the trees we shall run
And have worlds of fun
Like sitting in the country
In the shade under a tree
We shall make sweet love
While watching a flock of snow white dove
For on this day make our stand
Our days and lives together shall be grand
For as love grows, we shall not regret
In our hearts we shall not forget
For you shall always be mine
Until the rest and through the end of all time
Little Cindy Cleary
thought day dreary.
But, went outside and played.
Then she had so much fun
Just covered in wet mud.
Mother's, Sincerely Dismayed.
CAROL AND CINDY
Sometimes lions are spiders and spiders are lions
Carol is Cindy and Cindy Carol's ions
They both look at mirror
And in their worst terror
Find Carol's pretty face in Cindy's pions
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14th October, 2014 21:22:00 (IST)
Little Cindy Lou Who
Won’t let the Grinch be blue
optimist for sure
her heart is utterly pure
She expects the best
At Whoville Christmas Fest
Grinch comes around
Happiness is found
Cindy my infamous old cat,
Often brings me part of a rat.
Sometimes a bird leg she brings.
Really, what can I do with those things?
Now she brought part of a squirrel.
I guess somehow he had his last whirl.
I assume you know which part brought.
The bushy part I would not have sought.
From the appearance of that tail,
He probably had plenty of tales to tell.
The rear fur was fine as any silk,
Oily as the buttercream on milk.
Rufous belly as great color known,
That tail when twitched orange shades were shown.
He loved our Italian cuisine,
Also those type of green beans.
Sad to see him go in such a way.
I guess that Cindy was hungry that day.
Our garden is just outside of a large wooded area. Squirrels come from the woods and eat our garden. They seem to love green apples, olives, and green beans. The squirrel when well fed is a very lovely animal though.
Written: Tuesday, November 06, 2018
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