Best G String Poems

They enter the strip
joint like the last 
flurrie of flakes.

She hears the music,
hears the voice of the 
D.J. Wind, enters on cue.

Her cold poles await her 
as she moves to the beat.
One south, one north.
She works them both.

They call her Storm
she is the feature act.
Drawing her minions
in for months...

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A is for a**l
B is for balls
Share them or wear them
Tucked up in your smalls
C is for condoms 
Of all shapes and sizes
D is for dicks
Made of chocolate for prizes
E is for enlarging erections
Oh wow!
F is for fig leaves
Worn you know how
G is for G...

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My guitar just called out your name,
I wasn’t even thinking of you.
I went to pick it up, brushed the guitar strings…..
And my guitar just called out your name.
 
Maybe I’m going insane,
But I even heard your name in the rain,
I've heard it on the wind,...

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Hot Sue, many guys sought to romance her

But she fell for a Chippendale dancer

     Stuck bucks in his G-string

     But found his wedding ring

Right next to his genital enhancer





*Entry for Miranda Lambert's "Burlesque" contest...

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Mist covers the landscape, whitewashed in moonlight
It seems I've been taken on a heavenly flight
The music surrounds me, envelops my soul
I'm lost in a dream-world where I can let go

I cannot distinguish, what's real or what's myth
There are no lyrics, to leave me bereft
Just sweet...

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My auntie wears 'Bridget Jones' knickers
But last week at tea at the vicars
She’d purloined MY lace thong
It was morally wrong
T’was the cause of very loud snickers

My thong’s wedged between her butt crack
Stuck firmly between front and back
But it’s not a surprise
As it’s not in her...

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I’m cursed since I have a specialty that I can see, 
X-ray vision is my power.
People often say one thing while doing another,
Preaching from their ivory tower.

“Man up!” we obeyed every command of our big English teacher, 
The biggest introvert.
And he’d wear a bright red...

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THINGS WITH STRINGS

Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.

Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites, and hairs on head.
Theory in music, or in science,
together making a string alliance.

Yo-yo, and Pinocchio, 
harp, violin and cello.
Catgut bow,...

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Poor Pauline was caught unawares when she was in a rush
She ripped the seam of her jeans exposing her enormous tush

People started smiling when she had passed their way
For her tiny G-string panties were clearly on display! 

She could feel a cooling breeze around her...

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Poems, prose and roses
Poets hate politicians
Poets prefer poking pens at people
P-words, power and paupers
Poets love writing about love
Tears, the sky and meadows

Poets are prostitutes
They are sex vendors
They expose their naked thoughts
To the world
They talk dirt without apology
And care less about anyone's emotions
Poets are short-tempered like...

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Love, Wayne



Your skin glows like the Banana, blossoms sexy as the daisy in the purest hope of 
spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of 
your name, Wayne.
The evening ascends in on a great humming bird...

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Fowl meadow grass - Glyceria striata - the striations
on the lemma. Drooping rachis
a weeping willow of a grass.

Recurring periwinkles, myrtle, Vinca.
Helicopter petals. Evergreen leaves.
Escaped from gardens, alien or native? 

A little further by the spruce stand
a new mustard, cuckoo flower - Cardamine -
with pinnately compound...

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High maintenance, Lots of patience
                 Trying to stay out of police stations

        They drive you nuts, With their butts
   ...

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Guitar
mother plucker
rich, ripe g-string quiver
luscious melodious escape
Play me...

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PLEASE SAVE US MANATEES
     By The Poets Listed After the Poem

Practically perfect people in speedboats tease us manatees.
Long ago, as “mermaids,” we could swim the seas free as the breeze.
Even though propellers have replaced natives' canoe paddles,
A manatee's underwater world need...

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