Best Glove Poems
Very loosely based on Robert Palmer’s song Addicted To Love – I understand the lyric is often mis-quoted hence the title.
The lights are on, were both at home
Your todger has a mind of its own
Our hearts beat, our bodies quake
Making love is what it takes
We start to moan, we start to grind
Sex is always on your mind
There’s no doubt your in deep
With all this sex we never sleep
Another kiss is all you need
Ooh ohhh
You always wear your rubber glove – oh yeah
Cos we’re not ready to have a baby to love
Guess it’s always safer to stick your dick in a glove
You see the signs when we do the deed
But still you ride me like steed
You're going at it double time
Honey you've got a one-track mind
There's no hope you can't be saved
Sexual oblivion is all you crave
Nymphomania is nothing new
But honey it sure thrives in you
Whoa I'm not immune to your stuff oh yeah
Lets face it baby I can't get enough
I might as well face it I'm addicted to your love.
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
21st June 2014
my Macgregor glove
my other true love
for so many years
taken away fears
you made me a some-body
no longer a no-body
through high school and the navy
when my life wasn't gravy
after the divorce
life took a new course
but then it got worse
another divorce
after the first one
realized you were gone
the catches we made
I will never trade
thanks for playing ball with me
I knew had to set you free
It’s getting cold and I’ve lost my glove
One hand gets warmth and the other no love
I’ve looked in the closet and under the couch
I’ll keep searching this place for I’m not a slouch
I’m looking through the stuff in my garage
Is that it in the corner?.......oh no, that's a mirage
I grab my coat and head for the door
Have I lost my glove forever more
No glove in sight and it’s time to leave
Take one guess at what’s in my sleeve (smiles)
Now both hands will feel woolly love
For I’ve just found the other glove
Your Majesty
Waving a white glove
Watching red barge on the River
Easing the Thames
Skipper's dream for ever
As You are up to the top
In Pageant Canaletto scene
Bridging London and Venice
People's Joy and Hope for the future
Ringing the 8 bells on the Belfrey
Announcing worldly water Storms
That will open the doors still ajar
From St.Paul's Cathedral to Big Ben
No mercy nor sympathy for the evil
Greeting the iconic landmarks
From the London-Paris Eye
Like a Mermaid One
among the Trinity Five Hundreds
on behalf of all
Outside the Towers of London
Saluted and respected
White
Drops of rain to wash some away
Along the banks of our rivers
in steady progress
Goodness knows the greed involved
Unwilling to admit, unable to proceed
Life on this fragile rock totters
For we have never fouled the nest like this
Oceanic trauma, on a voyage, east then north
Ice, blue-clean, beauty, dead before the march of black gold
Listing heavily to one side, we're taking on what used to be only water
Smug arrogance put us here
Plans within plans have failed
Ill-gotten were the riches, ill-tended were the fields
Laddie, grab a pail and bail for all you're WORTH!
Let's just all hope they're not setting the price on that too!!!!
A marriage formed by insisting parents
To join lands and force grudging events
We stood stiff, shivering and apprehensive
Each of us nervous, fearful and defensive
He was over six feet one inch tall
I was only four feet eleven inches small
Clutching wilted wild flowers to my breast
Wearing a shapeless yellowed white dress
His shirt was murky grey his suit was done for
Pants too short and his coat an eyesore
The minister mumbled words barely audible
Yet we heard him say without any fumble
I now pronounce you man and wife
Together you are forever joined for life
Dizzy, I fell into shadows and confusion
But my new husband moving with precision
Caught me his enclosing arms fixed firmly
Saying softly in my ear and only for me
I’ll take care of you, I promise, wait and see
We began our marriage studying each other
Faking indifference our interest under cover
My husband was confident and never grim
I became proud that folks respected him
His humor was dry spicy and often wicked
I’d blush and laugh I just couldn’t help it
His cursing was mild but if he was riled
He’d switch to Croatian no translation required!
We began to thaw to be at ease to yearn
Each of us maturing determined to learn.
We worked hard to make a stable marriage
Careful to find nothing to dislike or disparage
The core of our marriage was warmth and contentment
As we tirelessly worked towards a life-long commitment
Laughter and tenderness ensued sharing passion
Soft endearments whispered even if old-fashioned
We had stops, starts, and minor setbacks
As we finally tread on true and straight tracks
We cultivated a strongly anchored life and love
That enclosed us like a favorite and well-fitted glove
Our foundation cemented as the years sped by
We had no children and only God knows why
We filled this lack by composing and teaching
He a sports coach instructing and training
While I by feeding and seeding in writing
To those young minds uncluttered and seeking
A short path is upon us as we rehearse our final bow
Our off-stage exit beckons as we share a loving vow
To never forego our familiar and loving banter
That has been the link forging our balanced center
That cultivated our strongly anchored and enduring love
That now resembles a familiar and favorite well-fitted glove.
Revised March 22, 2019
My leather glove is missing - now I only have one
It’s useless on it’s own when all is said and done
These gloves were precious to me, I’m sure you’ll understand
But I can’t leave the house with a glove just on one hand!
I discovered one single glove on the front seat of my car
The other one has gone astray - surely it can’t be far
So I’ve hunted high and I’ve hunted low
But my taupe leather glove is still a no show
Now I’ve found some similar gloves on E-bay
They’ll be here soon and will really make my day
*The gloves were an absolutely perfect fit - mum brought me them when we were in Dublin in 2010 - I will always have the memories but I am so sad at losing one glove
Jan Allison
19th April 2016
they are saying that Che was sociopath
well which normal person
would involve herself in
effort to save humanity from itself
they are trying to kill the person when they can't kill idea
guess what you bigots
Jesus wasn't innocent either
he had a wife
lets crucify him
again
A glove I found in the laundry;
One glove only without a mate.
Now imagine my quandary
For imbalance in life I hate.
So of course the search was on
And that glove's mate I had to find;
Until truly I was put upon
When its partner I left behind.
For time alas was not on my side
And into the cold I had a date,
So with one hand in my pocket beside
And the one glove on was my state.
Till do wah ditty ditty dum ditty do,
There I was strolling down the street;
Feeling like Michael Jackson it's true
With that one glove groovin' to the beat.
And the other hand in my pocket
Maybe a bit like Alanis Morrisette;
Sort of transgender like – don't knock it -
Groovin' along, yes you bet.
Till with one glove hand flying free
And one hand in my pocket,
I have no clue what came over me
When to grab my crotch I couldn't stop it.
Their is a problem when you need to wear a glove,
To enter inside a human being without any love,
It indicates a lack of trust of that persons health,
So why bother with something of no wealth?
I am a man and I enjoy the feel of real skin,
Not a rubber glove because I am doing it in sin,
I want the real goods and to feel it.
Not a plastic bag covering what I am within.
Garden Golden Glove Award
(Or should that be Globe?)
Just dropping by St. James the Fisherman Church.
There was Father Dave doing all of his usual landscaping
work. He is really incredible. Not only does he help us
grow in God, he even helps the grass and flowers grow.
Terrific guy. Here is the poem I wrote for him. We even
actually need to give him one. That would be another
one of my great ideas. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Father Dave blessed us with beautiful church appearance
Not even needing a military security clearance
Thanks to all of his great efforts we do look forward
To presenting him with Garden Golden Glove Award.
Because of Father Dave's great gardening backing
Not only are we giving him award but also tacking
It up on the wall in the form of a fabulous plaque
After suffering another spiritual Father Dave attack.
(His is way better than a Mac Attack.)
All of this is sure to have an effect which will linger
As garden glove he starts sticking in each finger
Even over St. James from God an anger hovered
Father Dave has landscape issue completely covered.
PS. You need a category for entertaining.
We fit like a glove
in so many ways
we share and care we
walk and talk
and can be silent together
we love and that is us
like a glove
Let Dawn Its Sweet Embrace, Fit Me Like A Warm Glove
When heart has been shattered and hope flown away
All embers have died, saddened world turned grey
Cold is the torturous night, pallid the long day
Comes a fleeting moment, when soul cries out to say.
O' heaven, send much needed relief from above
Let dawn its sweet embrace, fit me like a warm glove
Heart strives to remember, remembers soft touch of love!
When spirit has been broken, life sees only black
Weeping soul asks, sincere prayer, please give her back
O' lord, please gift me courage, courage I now lack!
When heart has been shattered and hope flown away
All embers have died, saddened world turned grey
Cold is the torturous night, pallid the long day
Comes a fleeting moment, when soul cries out to say.
O' heaven, send much needed relief from above
Let dawn its sweet embrace, fit me like a warm glove
Heart strives to remember, remembers soft touch of love!
Robert J. Lindley, 3- 27- 2022
Hibernating from the spring until Autumn,
who knows where, maybe under garden heaps,
now triggered as December snowflakes come,
the single glove now rouses from it's sleep.
On pavements fingers point accusingly
or maybe show places where one might slip,
one looked liked it was going to pounce on me
and hold my throat in some icy death grip.
I know it's self propelled, that I can prove,
I've gone past one and left it on the ground,
yet later walking back it's surely moved
up on a wall, near where it had been found.
On a fence post, one finger in the air
a gesture showing that it doesn't care.
Wear Your Courage As A Glove, Never Fear To Speak
Walk into sunshine with no fear upon your head
cast fear far away, slap back any dread.
Sample life, its mysteries and its golden gifts
sail your magic boat, sleep while it just drifts.
Watch soft-dancing moon while drinking glowing red wine
prowl seas of love, pleasantly you will dine.
Find rugged coast of Africa, sail round its Horn
sing praise and thank God the day you were born.
Ask you lover, hold tight and forever be true
tell your grandchildren what life was to you.
Climb that mountain, looking down from its snowy top
give thanks and swear truly to never stop.
Wear your courage as a glove, never fear to speak
know your rights, and admire those who are meek.
Walk righteous paths while sleeping soft in your night bed
love life's food, give thanks for your daily bread.
Hold anger back, know mercy is better instead
think Christmas joy, riding in horse drawn sled.
Live your life, live very long and peacefully well.
Wrap yourself in truth, know its best to tell.
9- 07-2018
Form: Carp Diem
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