Best Draw The Line At Poems
With the onset of years
erstwhile crazy ideas
abandoned with caution and dread
now crowd my mind
no peace I will find
till my conscience lies neatly in shreds
Conscience, out the way
there's hell to pay
for too long I've toed the line
Ms Goody Two-Shoes
who never once boozed
longs to taste the fruit of the vine
Since exiting the womb
no breathing room
another's cousin, sister or daughter
later in life
mother and wife
now breaking free to taste the sweet water
Once meek and restrained
willingly chained
missed out on the pleasures of life
no fun to be had
not a chance at being bad
as a dutiful mother and wife
Inch by sure inch
my conscience I'll lynch
spread my wings which were hitherto clipped
down with taboos
I'll expose my tattoos
and enjoy my first skinny dip
I dream of a match
to telly dispatched
on the streak my clothes I'll abort
displaying my tattoos
and unmentionables too
and a full frontal view before caught
No doubt you'd agree
my earlier poetry
has a somewhat conservative ring
conscience, step aside
you've my freedom denied
readers, prepare for smut on a string
Though passionately aflame
this steri-clean dame
aims in the heart zone to practice due care
though my conscience'll be dead
of all life been bled
I'll draw the line at illicit affairs
Water, water everywhere
running down the walls
and dripping through the ceiling
like the darned Niagara Falls.
The carpet is all sodden
but really, if you please,
I draw the line at paddling
unless it’s in the seas.
I never liked the wallpaper,
though here comes the ‘BUT’,
until I have some money
I had hoped it might stay put
for just a little longer,
and then there is the smell
of damp that’s getting stronger,
like an ancient, musty well.
And what about my ironing,
I left it in a pile
at the bottom of the stairs
for just a little while,
but now it’s mixed with plaster
and shades of rust and grey.
I guess that ought to teach me
to do it right away.
How plans can all be washed away
along with precious things
and how we never can predict
just what the next day brings
It’s not what I imagined
when at the forecast’s end
the weatherman so calmly said
‘expect a wet weekend’
A weekend of clearing up after my header tank overflowed :(
Shape Of The Nation (an oval precaution)
News outlets draw the line at racism
Pencil gray, color blind and crayons ready
Fantasies replace triangles, circles and square deals
Pentagons, hexagons, octagons where born to serve
Here today gone tomorrow with the curve
Will never shape up to political correctness
Or move into the oval office in any way shape or form
The people saw dangling chads in Florida
Hanging like spots before their eyes
Circular, uncounted votes remembered
Dots drop like spots before their eyes
May have to be recounted once again this November
News paper lines run up and down with lies
This election season is no less political
Etched like Escher paintings
Stairs that go up and down for no reason
There are 2 parallel lines aligned side by side
Redundant on the horizon as simple black stripes
With a vertical one joined at the middle
At the center of attention to form an “H”
For Hilary rising
A female that Mr. "T" calls crooked
Emails can not be erased by media twists
Even with BleachBit
It is a simple precaution though
To roll into the oval office
*Note:
(A Link to Escher works of art)
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Once I drank milk straight from the carton
And guzzled beer out of a can,
When I dripped gravy on my tie, I licked it up.
But though my manners were appalling,
One habit I would never fall in,
I never sank to drinking coffee from a Styrofoam cup.
I grew up in far West Texas,
And my mama taught me well
Not to slurp or belch when we sat down to sup.
And when I went away to college
I picked up social skills and knowledge
But not a knack for drinking coffee from a Styrofoam cup.
I've been from Malibu to Memphis,
I've crisscrossed the Great Divide,
Thought I might be a movie star when I grew up.
That pipe dream never came about,
But even when it fizzled out,
I never stooped to drinking coffee from a Styrofoam cup.
I've grown much older now and wiser,
And my habits have improved,
And I'll play my part until this gig is up.
Though I do things I think are drastic,
Like sipping champagne out of plastic,
I draw the line at drinking coffee from a Styrofoam cup.
When at last this play has ended
And the final curtain's closed,
And St. Peter says, "Hey, Jim, your number's up."
Even though I'll face a specious doom,
I'll more than gladly leave that waiting room
If angels try to serve me coffee in a Styrofoam cup.
Now, should the right one come along,
I'm sure I'd gladly change my song
To find romance again before my time is up.
We may not on everything concur,
But if it came down to a mug…or her…
I could get used to drinking coffee from a Styrofoam cup.
Cinder...f...rella
Yes...that's me...
Cinder...f...rella,
Cannot believe it,
Nearly twelve o clock
And you know what happens then,
Yes...you got it!
Back into my rags...
Magic's wearing off,
And my beauty fades,
Don't mind losing the cloths,
Don't even mind losing the shoe,
But draw the line at the make up,
Don't want anyone to see me,
So I run...
As fast as I can,
Leaving... Prince charm...behind,
With my slipper,
Having said that,
He could have been...
Short, fat and ugly
For all I know!
So he can keep the dam thing,
All my life waisted...
One long fairy tale after another,
As far as...balls go,
Now look at me
Just like my ugly sisters,
Thought...!!!!!
Put some sparkle back,
But it never worked out,
So back to my day job,
Scrubbing floors,
Hoping...
One day my Prince will come,
And love me for who I am.
Without make up.
Trying to hold onto a little sparkle,
But...only in humour...
These days.
And so...she lived
Happily ever after.
Wendy Jae
Cinder...f...rella
Yes...that's me...
Cinder...f...rella,
Cannot believe it,
Nearly twelve o clock
And you know what happens then,
Yes...you got it!
Back into my rags...
Magic's wearing off,
And my beauty fades,
Don't mind losing the cloths,
Don't even mind losing the shoe,
But draw the line at the make up,
Don't want anyone to see me,
So I run...
As fast as I can,
Leaving... Prince charm...behind,
With my slipper,
Having said that,
He could have been...
Short, fat and ugly
For all I know!
So he can keep the dam thing,
All my life waisted...
One long fairy tale after another,
As far as...balls go,
Now look at me
Just like my ugly sisters,
Thought...!!!!!
Put some sparkle back,
But it never worked out,
So back to my day job,
Scrubbing floors,
Hoping...
One day my Prince will come,
And love me for who I am.
Without make up.
Trying to hold onto a little sparkle,
But...only in humour...
These days.
And so...she lived
Happily ever after.
Wendy Jae
I had a poignant dream last night,
Dreamt that top sales people were taking Flight,
No longer able to look in a mirror without getting a fright.
A line in the sand they were not prepared to cross,
Despite the financial loss.
Even for them some things to sell they would not dare,
Especially if the goods were never there,
Or meant to disappear into thin air.
Most born into a world that was real,
Their conscience making them draw the line at this kind of deal.
Not for them, selling of goods and services,
That exist only in imaginary worlds,
To people who exist in financial voids.
I wish they could stay,
And help me sell this dream.