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 with bacon and baked beans
for brunch while they watch and
bet on baseball games or boxing matches.as
they banter with their buddies at the bar
or in the booths and bathroom.
The jukebox plays Blondie, Blues brothers
big Bands, Bono, Bananarama, Brandi, Billy Ray Cyrus.
Benny King., Backstreet boys., Beach Boys, Billy Idol
Bobby Brown, and so much more
at Big Busty Babes Bar
Bring your best buddies with you to
Big Busty babe's bar. Down on Broadway and Bakers Boulevards
Near Buster's Barbecue and Bobby's Billiards and Bank of America.
Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
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 mother's hands wipe away my tears.
They hold me close to chase away my fears.
My mother's hands are happy ones.
They bake cakes, pies, and sticky buns.
They do alot of chores and things.
They clap and wave when she sings,
but most of all they stay busy
when she prays for me.
Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
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 and troubles are gone
for both the young and old combined
For I've known love and happiness
From my loving and protective parents
Yet far too many live in fear and heartbreak
People get lost and many are homeless
This is something we should prevent.
As they get abused and are neglected
Thrown away and forgotten by others
Left to wander the streets alone or to die
Those lost souls should be protected
By being loved by their father and mother.
Author Notes
I really do want to do this, but all it takes is money and the place. I'd like to have it as a ranch style places set to help people of all walks of life and troubles.
I'd make it a place to teach and learn all kinds of things. Bridging the gap between generations. Since both the younger generations are beaten and neglected and many times despised by those that gave them life.
Then on the opposite genreation. The elderly, The same thing can happen. by their families and more often care givers.
I want to have the place be self sufficient . the elderly people would teach the kids the ways of life when they grew up. sewing, farming, feeding animals. Living off the land. Baking bread and other great meals. Also some crafts. Then the kids could open up the world of technology and internet uses and even some of the games. Finding common ground and then building bonds of love and trust as well as respect for each other. Making a special family for them.
They could even sell their baked goods or homemade items as well as fairs or flea markets etc.
The theme would be loving hearts and helping hands.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts. All rights reserved, a day ago
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 fire
Knowing this is just the beginning of winter
We still have a long time to go.
There will be days of fun ahead
of catching snowflakes on the tongue
and seeing the frost form on the glass
of sliding down hill with the sleds.
snowmen to make, and carols to be sung.
Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
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 her sleeves and dug in
Helping to bring supplies and medicine
to the part of the world most never see.
She knew her status could bring publicity.
So the world ould see plights of the people.
Hoping that more aid for them would be helpful
Now those moments are nothing but a memory
Captured in writing and photography.
She's the example that we should follow
Never being afraid to let our feeling show.
Treat others as our equals in life
Whether it's a stranger, or husband and wife.
she raised her sons to do the same
So they carry on the work honoring her name.
I try to have courage, to remain strong
and protect the weak that are treated wrong.
I think of her often when I meet people in need
and know this is someone She' gladly feed.
I am comfortable doing what she'd easily do.
though I don't need the whole world knowing what I do.
In memory of Princess Diana. Who used her status and her heart to show how true royalty should care about the people around them and not be afraid to get dirty once in a while or help dress a stranger or give food to a hungry child.
they forgot what caring was really all about till she left the royal palace and became a queen to her people. No need for a crown and status. They gave their devotion to Lady Di.
I have always thought of people the way she did. Often putting away my on needs for the needs of others and knowing the difference between who we are and what we are and that needs must always come before the wants in life.© 23 hours ago, Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
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 a plastic bag
Treasured momentos from back then
It brought tears to my eyes
Next to it was a fancy box
holding each medal that he earned
Including the purple heart
So much I never knew about.
In my mind history was playing out
like a stack of building blocks
There were antique picture frames
With pictures of him and Gramma
They looked so happy together
He was ruggedly handsome.
So strong and smart back then.
One showed him making wooden games
Then I saw Gramma's wedding things
With pictures of them on that day.
Her dress was so simple yet elegant.
wrapped in a protective bag as well
It was beautiful with pearls and lace
with little lace gloves and vail all matching
They even kept the letters they wrote
to each other while he was away at war
Saying how much they missed each other
Then one special one gave mention
of Gramma writing she was pregnant
I could envision the joy, as he replied, in his note
There's so much more within the chest
But I'll have to wait for another day
As time got away from me up here
and I still have so much left to do
But this chest of family memories
is far more precious than the rest.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
I USED THE SUPRIZE SPELLING because they used to use it that way long ago. When I was a child and I felt it gave me a bit more nostalgic feeling to it for me.
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 erases fear
As it guides you to a better place.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
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 your thoughts of things unspeakable?
Does your attitude keep you untouchable?
Are your experiences unmentionable?
Do things tend to be left undone?
Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
5-10-06
If you answered yes to any of these then you are a living un
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 love remains.
You grew up to be big and strong
You went to serve our country
Came home safe where you belong.
Knowing you did your best to keep us free.
Then you fell in love with a lovely girl.
Together you have a special little boy
You've made your mark in this world
You fill your family with so much joy.
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story behind this poem
His real name is Aaron buckley. but when he was a toddler he had trouble say the L sound in his name so it always caame our aaron bucky. so the name stuck.
He is my sister's son But I basically raised him. He was my first chance at knowing what a mom felt like. When looking at their child. I did everything for him that I could possibly do,to protect him and keep him happy and on a positive path in life.
Whenever he fell and got hurt he'd come running to me to make it better. Even if his own parents were right there. I'd reach down and pick him up and tell him to hug me so tight his pain would transfer to me. He believed it really worked so he would let go when it didnt hurt anymore and then would run and play. It was those types of things that hold a special place in my heart. jnowing he chose to look up to me for guidaance and go to my parents for anything else. Ge;s turned out to be a great guy and one to be proud of. When there are troubles and things he wants answers to He still comes to me for them.
His birthday is the end of this month so i wrote this for him and shared it on facebook with him and his wife. . This poem and the connection I have with him and his wife as well as sharing photos with both of them. Since there aren't any left from my parents' piles. My siblings destroyed everything. My sister deleted me from her page on facebook over it all. So I blocked her so she can't seen anything else I post. if she wants to grow up again then we'll talk. or try to mend the rift she caused to begin with. God knows what is best and who to bring into our lives and who needs to be taken out. sad really.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts other poems • family poems
"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
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 to it with time
For ten long years I added everything.
I had the long flowing tattered skirt
A crooked witches hat bent at the top
Every year it'd keep on winning
I had spiders of all sizes on my shirt
Then rubber rats pinned onto my arm
and on both of my shoulders as well
I perfected my witches cackle and laugh
Those that knew me were not afraid
I had the others under my spell
It was the perfect personification to have.
I'd always walk through the haunted houses
To see how the other witches were dressed.
The witches or warlocks were frozen and mute
Wondering if I was part of their crew
I really miss those days I have to confess
I'd have to say it was everything except cute.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, a month ago
I wish I had a picture to show how much I accumulated and increased the look and realistic motions and actions my witches's life was like. The uglier and more frigthening it was for others to see the happier I became. I gave it to someone when I had my baby as it scared her so much. but now I wish I could recreate it perfectly. Though I've never seen a mask like it again
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 ride
Wanting only to demand to much from me
A one sided pleasure is not my kind of thing.
So I turned cold till those feelings died
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Temptations
The dawning of the bliss
Someone came along that stirred
those dorment longings in me
Long neglected, I didn't realize I'd miss
Nothing like what I remembered
He brought me into a sweet reality
Finding wonderful abandonment
within the wild dreams of my mind
My passionate emotions run free
Enticing me to sensually experiment
Bringing forth the forbidden kind.
Hungering to open my sensuality.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
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 the half bowl
Next they made it to the sol
Partly obscured the positive
vitamin D deficiency ...
Up the river there's the swirls no blinding rims... Just grey fizz
Just grey shaded foam..
As they form
More and more grey they become ..
Full moon dates one
of you come .. zeal energy
Still there , I feel it's bond
The deprive of dreams
The grey water rinse ...
Uncovering of the sudden mist
Oh Christ
It's the colourful grass
It's the flowery dust
Yes the clouds had crust
Replenished temp at last
Look at it it's going to be dawned fast.
By our involuntary weaves..
My Changer
If I was an inventor
A genius at anything
I'd invent a changer
With a switch in the center.
Then if things should
be fine tuned or updated
Just flick the switch
to make it all good..
Taking something totally new.
the polar opposite of before.
Like someone that acts first
would plan what to do
Then if it could stop any
bad weather before it hits
I could prevent destruction
Since there are far too many
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, 12 days ago
It hurts me
it kills me
this emptyness fills me
these memories they cut me
my arm is so bloody
my hearts barly beating
im possessed with this feeling
im loosing controle
tords the darkness i go
my cutts just wont heal
my pain just surrounds me
as im standing still
this world moves around me
im lost and alone
with a heart made of stone
waiting for the day you come back to me
but your gone and your souls free
and im suffering painfully
now im left to deal
with this pain that i feel.
-Spencer Coggsdale R.I.P ROXY