Best Cutts Poems

Bring back blonde babes 
with big boobs and butts, 
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and  big boys 
to bring in big bucks buying bottles of 
Budweiser and, blue ribbon beer,
Besides the booze  and beef burgers
on buns...

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    My Mother's Hands


My mother's hands are special.
Soft and tender is how they feel,
and strong and firm when I did wrong.
My mother's hands are busy all day long.

They wipe alot of runny and messy noses.
They weed the garden and pick pretty roses.
My...

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If I could improve the world
one space at a time I'd do it
immediately I'd begin with love
Banners and flags unfurled
shouting out love and peace with it
.
I'd buy some land to build upon
Five acres would do just fine
I'd build a place where love exists
and all hate...

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Blanket of snow....


Outside the air is crisp and clean
The tress are pristine white
and a blanket of snow covered the lawn.
In the distance the sounds of machines
They're plowing the roads before night.

Inside we sit snuggled together 
Sipping hot cocoa with marshmallows
While enjoying the warmth of the...

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She came from a life of obscurity
Pushed into the constant scrutiny
from the locals and around the world.
No longer allowed to be a simple girl.

She used her popularity and fame
Treating everyone the same.
She showed compassion to the dying
Held children that were sick and crying.

She rolled up...

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Grandpa's Treasure Chest  

 
 
In the corner of the attic
covered with a dusty tarp
Was a neat wooden chest
It was stamped 1942
Excitedly I opened it up
hearing the hinges creak

Inside to my suprize
were pieces of Grandpa's life
His uniform from WW II
It was folded neatly in...

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Riding the wave of emotions
through the paths of life
Can often bring things to you
that can hurt you and leave scars
or draw from you tender devotions

Love holds you like a warm embrace
Taking away those hurtful words
or the stings, that others can cause
It soothes your heart and...

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THE UN-S Have IT


Imagine HOW Lonely IT'D BE

If you were an un-
How would you look as undesirable.
Would you want to be unseen?
Could your love be undeniable?
Would you leave words unspoken,
or stories untold?
Would your actions be unbelievable?

If you were a piece of fruit
would you remain uneaten?
Are...

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?Writing poetry, to me is like a form of catharsis. You are exposing all of your feelings and letting it all hang out. We often are exhibiting extrovert tendencies to cover up our introvert ones. It is called a compensation reaction. We want to be...

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My Nephew Bucky.
You have always been a special one
You made me so very proud
We always had special times and fun
We'd dance and sing aloud.

When you'd fall and get hurt
You'd run to me to stop the pain
and wipe away your tears and dirt
No matter what our...

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"Mouse Trap"



Say cheese to Life
Join a club and write
Senryu simple joie de vie

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)




"Happiness", Steve Cutts
https://youtu.be/e9dZQelULDk
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In the early 80's I was a scary lady.
Dressed up  in the tattered clothes
of the wicked witch in my place.
I had an ugly rubber mask  with
a bad eye and a big wart on the nose
Really was a hideously ugly face

I'd add more things...

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From Starvation to Temptation
 

             Starvation.

I closed my heart to the satisfying
My primative and physical needs inside
To avoid dealing with the negativity.
That too many people seem to bring.
Becoming parasites along for a free...

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The dream of the fluffy fluffs
the little Cutts of the curly cotton crafts 

Blow a bit they will fly ...
Uncontrollably fly high out of sight 
Cringing the kite 

On the November's hectic moon ... 
They blew all over ,  
covering the truths cocoon..

First Across...

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Your smile like razors
your kiss like knives
im drowning in your love
as i struggle to stay alive
i promised not to slice
and i still continue to do my part
but the cutts arnt on my arm
the cutts are on my heart
i didnt put them there
my hearts painted black...

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