Best Cutie Pie Poems
Sleepless Valentine
I took the pinkie blue cuddlesome bear
And by its blood scarlet bow
Noose tied hung it
Too soft
With its felted heart
And false cute sentiment
And with eyes burning hot
I tore it down
Fluffy bear
Thrown to the ground
Where
The petal shard-ed reds of rose
Lay dashed
On broken stems
Thrashed to the corner
The puffy pleading little arms
And big round mollusc eyes
And cutie pie smile
So in bare feet
I could trample flowers
In a Disney valentine
Till I lay on my bed
Groaning, shudders and weeping
And all the words I wrote
Of love
Couldn’t stop the pleading
Of my heart
Not to feel these empty arms
Riled against my pillow I did
And scratched and tore
At cold cotton sheets
While images of you
Lay my souls ever itch in my head
While my blood screamed
With dead Rosetta Rosaceae
And this nights sleepless toss and turn
Has not begun
Has not lifted an eye lid
And stolen my dreams
No
The long dawn has not even begun
To bleed its way through solitary hours
And find me capitulated
In the teddy bear whispers
Of the night still ahead
I must steal myself instead
And continue to hanker after the witches red
Of ringlet hair
And bend my will
To sullen acceptance
No
Not together
No
Not yet
My Grammy, smiling so whole
Creates the best pecan pies
A treat I cannot control,
When she plans a big surprise.
Those wrinkled, age-old fingers
Blend honey and nuts on trays
I wonder what secrets lie there,
As add-ons pile a display.
In the oven, goodies heat
Utopia in the making
Even young Sis tries to cheat
Moving the timer," Oh ring!"
On the table, sweet wafts hum
Grammy blinks, " Let's dine";
Buttery flavor; yum yum
Teeth sink portions all divine!
Pasty cheeks lined with syrup
All's finished I can't deny
Wanting more ; Gram hears my burp
"Left some for my Cutie Pie!"
Sheri Fresonke Harper's Plentitude Of Pies
by nette onclaud
10/16/2014
To most, he was just a dog but,
to her he was a, “foxy-boy”.
Sure enough, he possessed the
countenance a large fox;
all decked out in silver and white fur.
Oh, he knew he was the light of her life;
she’d hold his paw in her hand and tell him
what a “cutie-pie” he was, so “foxy”
and he loved it; you could tell he was
blushing beneath that fur,
as he’d turn his head downwards,
as if to say, “aw...shucks” Mom.
Where was I in all this?
Is it that I am with your existence?
Like a refined form you
Live to be strong.
Is that I did not call?
Aspiration was not known.
Munificence is your life lived normally.
Lithe as a feather
Oracle
Ruminate
Effervescent
Noetic
Zealous
Omnipotent boy
Joyous was your creator.
Overwhelmed,
Higher grounds you are to conquer.
Noesis,
Spectacular are the stars
Over yonder in the East in the clouds.
Never ending is your belief in the Almighty God.
Cutie Pie, don’t you die.
Live your life now.
I want to see your life span.
Spread your wings to become a man.
Amazing is where you are.
Mountains you have climb.
Eager to grow
Realizing that you have won.
Rich is your soul.
Intelligence that is given by the Lord.
Crazy you may just perceive the world.
Keep your eyes on the sparrow.
Solidified by faith
Informs acumen.
Family is altogether
Obstinate to reason.
Remove that what is different to unite.
Willing to withstand to not be denied.
Homefront and your people is how you segment.
Is it not you that want splendor?
To be the leader of your ambition,
Eager to growth.
Just is the fulfilled soul.
Rejoice when you know that all things are possible.
Cutie Pie, don’t you die.
Live your life now.
I want to see your life span.
Spread your wings to become a man.
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Penned February 23, 2015!
LOVE AND YOU
I don’t know exactly from
when
I became your perfect ten
I was your best friend
On you, I was totally depend
You save my life
Which was losting in the dark
of
wildlife
When all things I pretend
You chanced me of being your
boyfriend
As only because I was
descend
Now am loving you from my
heart
We can enjoy the whole life
on a
beautiful cart
But why this time you are
forcing
me to shower
From my tear
You know how much pain I’d
bear
Cutie Pie! I have a fear
That you’ll leave me alone
next
year
We can be a perfect pair,
I swear
The whole life we can share
Without any fear
Please never cheat
Otherwise my heart will
refuses
to beat.
Today I would be sad
But only coz of you, am glad
In your love am totally mad
It’s you, what today I’d
I promise
I’ll never make you sad.
i know i am cutie pie
I heard i was a cutie pie
Just sitting pretty i know i am a cutie
Don't break your kneck when i walk by i know i am a cutie pie
he just stopped and stared i know i am a cutie pie
He couldn't take his eyes off me i know i am a cutie pie
I got heels with diamonds struting what i got what you can't handle i know i am a
cutie pie
Just chilling in class looking at my self in the mirror i see you looking at me i know i
am a cutie pie you don't need to tell me i heard i was a cutie pie
boys looking at me up and down i know i am a cutie pie
CUTIE PIE
She throws her head back
And let's out from her small mouth
A huge, loud, boisterous, horrific,
But beautiful, rip-roaring, ear-splitting sneeze.
I think to myself
Where can such a petite, quiet, demure, classy lady
Get the energy to snort like a jet breaking the sound barrier?
Where does all her energy come from?
Yet doing the dishes exhausts her????
Once her sneeze drowned out a trash truck going by.
When I see her cherubic face scrunch and her nose redden
Like Rudolph’s of Santa fame, I know it’s coming.
Then the deafening sound
Followed by spray that covers the room like mist
(that was before the Corona virus showed its ugly face)
She looks at me defiantly,
“Did ‘ja like that one?” she jokes.
“That was magnificent, Gorgeous,” I say,
“But first, let me wipe the blood from my ears.”
Don't get me wrong, she is the world to me.
My personal angel from heaven.
When I asked God,”When can I have a mate, Lord?”
He left and in a flash returned,
"There she is.”
What I saw was a magnificent sight.
She stood in all her glory, in her birthday suit, eyes wide open,
I said, "You are indeed a benevolent God."
He said, “She’s yours. Now go way and don’t bother me.”
And disappeared.
I wanted her and I got her, she’s my cutie pie
and I love her with all the love that's in me
She’s my soul mate beyond eternity, beyond whatever comes next,
Including her horrific, ear busting sneezes.
He was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans
She was watching him with a real enthusiasm
He was listening to a morbid song, a moment of past
She was undecided if she should hug him softly, one more time
It was painful to watch her dear father so distant and unmindful
She was ready to hold him with all her warmth, her nonstop chattering
To her surprise, he then looks her in her eyes and said,“my little girl,listen to me“
“Close your eyes and imagine a moment with me, the happiest moment.”
She closed her eyes, and silence everywhere as if there was no more need of talking or asking questions
After a while, she heard the polite familiar voice, “Got it? Would you like to share it with me, cutie pie?”
She was hesitant, cleared her throat, and asked, “Should I tell you my precious moment, Baba?”
“Indeed,” he replied.
“When I am with you, I feel like I am traveling fast through clouds.
Beautiful, marvelous clouds!”
She opened her eyes
They were traveling through the impeccable clouds!
Only he was distant and far away,
The sadness of time let the little girl withered away.
She closed her eyes again
And blindfolded dreams were rushing to her
To find another brief moment eventually.
“Could you open up the eyes, please?” A voice whispered
She was too afraid to do so. She was distant and absent-minded
She was listening to a morbid song, a moment of past.
And coincidentally, he was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans.
Jack Ellison's a cutie pie, his words are yummy sweet
Each time I read a lovely rhyme, I get a tasty treat
Pie poems for my every mood, I just can’t get enough
Cherry, lemon, and berries too, all really scrumptious stuff
Jack Ellison's a lovely friend, he sweetens up my life
If he comes a visitin’, I’ll bake pies for him and wife
I make lovely crumb apple pie, with ice cream it’s divine
I’d sure pamper Jester Jack and Cute Cathie up just fine
So here I’ll end my silly rhyme by saying this…no lie
I love to eat his words all up, I love them MORE than pie!
For Sheri Fresonke Harper's Plentitude of Pie Contest
October 12, 2014
Mother's infant Indian princess.
Little cutie pie.
Plump sugar dumplin.
Caramel Cupcake.
Happiness cures a broken heart, melting like chocolate Hershey's kisses, healing
that heartache.
The ABCs of My Poetry Soup Friend, Who Is:
Alluring and fascinating; by her beliefs I am charmed.
Beautiful with good intentions not always understood.
Cheerfully able to endure hurts: rejection, criticism, and diss-ing.
Daring, opinionated, and bold, she is willing to stand strong on her beliefs.
Excellent when it comes to the desire to constantly improve and learn.
Friendship with her has enriched my life and my understanding.
Gratefully, I am blessed because as friends, we reciprocate kindnesses.
Hot to trot? I don’t think so! She is caring and selective in matters of love.
Intelligent, endowed with many talents and intellectual assets.
Just about anytime I need a listening ear, her understanding is near.
Knowledgeable about: nutrition, Eastern healing, poetry, and much more.
Lovely to talk to on the phone…I love her cutie-pie voice.
Memorable is she because she knows how to bring a BIG SMILE to my heart.
Noble and good in the ways of truth, love, and light.
Open-minded as she listens to another soul’s views; she cares.
Passionately shares her ideas and beliefs.
Quiet when it’s time to ponder and meditate.
Resourceful and ingenious, she is a successful businesswoman.
Sweetness inside loves her family, and friends.
Terrific, she inspires me to want to loose weight…and encourages.
Understanding in matters of everlasting consequence.
Vibrant and motivating, she teaches good health.
Wise beyond her years; some times were filled with tears –
Xperienced in marshal arts, yoga, Eastern culture, and life.
Youthful at heart and capable of having lots of fun!
Zealous, zany, warm and fuzzy…my poet friend is Deborah Guzzy.
Cheery bubbly child,
Umpteen smiles now greet;
Touch of glee worthwhile,
Impish joy I meet,
Echo wild touch here.
Poignant fancy calls,
Innocence fits cheer,
Etch where footsteps fall.
Style frolic and play,
Mind and heart set free;
Indulge carefree sway,
Love laughs most easy;
Explore fun galore,
Sum spontaneous shores.
Leon Enriquez
25 April 2015
Singapore
It wasn’t her looks
which made her so unappealing
No, ma’am ...
that girl is a certified cutie pie
It wasn’t her demure charm
that caused man-child rebel teens
to sissy shy away
No, sir ... that young, yet-to-be
buxom woman,
cocooned in a size 5 butterfly body,
is so Spanish Harlem Rose beautiful ...
Eyes don’t lie, so says
this fanboy fella: Ah- ooh ah
She’s gonna honey bee
a statuesque,
regal queen Latifah
According to my secret admirer,
local enquirer text send ...
why
is she so unpopular then?
Perhaps, it’s because
she refuse to let herself be deflowered
and degraded,
by silly boyz-to-men
That’s the type of Zulu woman,
me low-popularity humble soul want
as my better-half best friend
Soul sits on a dream
Ponders on wonder;
Time slips away
~~~~~~~~~
Cutie cutie pie
Styles a sweet smile;
Innocent allure
~~~~~~~~~
Blessings now glow
Over the rainbow;
Watch dreams come true
~~~~~~~~~
Stray breeze chills,
Scented shivers;
Airy evening delights
~~~~~~~~~
Mystic moments charm
Calm demeanour;
Witty textures spool
~~~~~~~~~
Joy navigates
Cheer irrigates;
Peace meditates
~~~~~~~~~
Poolside garden
Plumeria blooming ample;
Ecstatic allure
~~~~~~~~~
Skyline colours
Blaze of sunset;
Evening interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Be savvy now
Love yourself first;
Count your blessings
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
11 April 2016
Singapore
(This is a parody of "Frankie and Johnny")
Charlie and Molly were playmates.
Golly, how they could play.
Mornings they'd meet at a corner
to plan how they'd spend summer days.
He was her pal, and she was his gal!
Molly ran down to their corner,
a melody filling her head.
The ice cream man was a-coming.
She searched for her Charlie instead.
He was her pal, and she was his gal.
She asked the ice cream vendor,
"Has my Charlie-boy been by?"
"I seen him with some cutie-pie
back there," was his reply.
He was her chum, but he was a bum!
Molly took off like a rocket,
for she knew who the "cutie-pie" was.
And sure enough she found him.
She lost it right there because
he was her chum, but he was a bum.
There by a scummy ditch
as he kissed her neighbor Grace,
Molly unwrapped her ice cream bar
and smeared it all over his face.
Then she kicked that bum into the scum!
"Pick me up and quick.
Pick me up from this ditch.
Now I've nothing," said Johnny
"when once I was so rich.
I was your pal . . . now I've lost my gal."
April 10, 2023