Best Guys Poems
Ladies you say, all the good guys have been taken
I am here to say, you're completely mistaken
A sensitive guy, let me introduce him
He is down to earth and his name is Tim
A sense of humor, a poet as well
Stay away from those guys, that treat you like hell
They say that good guys, always finish last
He'll keep going, when others are half mast
He'll open your doors, make you feel like a Queen
Others won't notice, But with him you'll be seen
So line up ladies, he could be your prize
His smile has sparkle, he has bedroom eyes
He wants forever, not just a one night stand
If you play your cards right, he'll ask for your hand
You can have honest, excitement as well
If you're the right woman, he'll succumb to love's spell
Dedicated to my friend Tim Smith, a true romantic.
Happy Birthday to this awesome THREE:
to Frank, Kashinath, and P.D.
Those born this day SEVEN
have blessings of Heaven
in wit, charm and poetry!
Resurrecting this oldie for the contest of PD:
You three guys are tops with me!
Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has dined!
Also clever at limericks is Tim.
He does footles for friends on a whim.
The bright bulb in his brain
comes on time and again.
May Tim Ryerson’s light never dim.
A third limerick writer, Mike Dailey,
has some fifty of them we can see!
Though I don’t know him well,
by his poems I can tell
that a doting grandfather is he.
There are oodles of limericks by Jack.
Sheer wit our dear Horne does not lack.
But his vampire obsession
can leave a gal guessin’. . .
Am I friends with a maniac?
In praise of the Duke I now sing.
All his poetry has that cool “ring” -
a limerick each one -
making Beauford- bar none -
The PoetrySoup limerick king!
*A SHOUT OUT also to five OTHER great limerick guys: Sean Kelly,
Charles Sides, Charles Clive, Harry Horsman, and Robert Hinshaw & Soupers,
Let me know of any other limerick guys out there I should know about!
For : Sandy Ivy D's Poem of Dedication Contest
My wife is a poet and I am not,
She creates with her pen, I use robot!
She doesn’t know the truth,No! not a hint,
I don’t look in her eyes, lest reads a glint!
She picks topics at random to challenge,
by night ready poetry is for exchange,
if she wins, in different room I stay,
If I win, wow, wow! then I have my way!!
many topics she chose every Sunday,
to keep me away from favourite play!
many times came close to losing, oh, my!
If I had not used my friend, the AI!
Every evening she reads her’s with passion,
With certainty of win, no compassion!
It is then in slow slow voice I read mine,
so far the AI has worked, all is fine!!
So then, those of you, who hate the AI,
I say to you, What is it to you? Why?
If not for the robot who helps me out,
I will be sleeping alone, have no doubt!
Here he comes, bringing up the rear
So proud to be one of the guys
Blowing me kisses drenched in beer
As he wolfs down several pies
One tortured attempt at a promising leer
Whilst he fumbles with his flies
He’s no idea that I’m sat here
Planning my goodbyes!
There are guys who are lovers,
And guys who are leavers.
Guys that are thoughtful,
Guys who are deceivers.
Some just wanna make you smile,
And some who are just plain rude.
There's guys who show respect,
While others only want you nude.
There's guys who just wanna have sex,
And guys who want something more.
Guys who will shatter your heart,
And guys to pick it up off the floor.
There's two types of guys out there,
Wondering around on this earth.
Guys who don't care at all,
And guys who know your worth.
There's guys that like to play games,
And guys who wanna settle down.
Some who don't care of you cry,
And some who would never make you frown.
There's spiteful guys and cheaters,
The ones who have no heart.
Guys who are simply amazing,
Who love you from the start.
Guys who never ever call,
Guys who blow up your phone.
Guys who cancel plans,
Guys who won't leave you alone.
So when you finally find a guy,
Make sure he's the right choice.
And if you choose the wrong one,
Stand up and don't lose your voice.
Charlie. I worked with Charlie for 14 years. He was a little older than me, did the same job. Sure had the "highs and lows" - he must have been manic-depressive or bipolar or something. He'd blow up, but remained a good friend. Charlie was big, had to be 350 lbs. or 160 kg. A very good drummer, he could work magic with just his fingers and thumbs on a table. He said nobody in his family ever lived past age 55. Colon cancer. At first, there was some steely resolve to fight, but it quickly leached most of it out it of him. He was correct about age 55.
Bob was a mechanic, and didn't work "on the road." At that time, it was somewhat like being in the military for most of us - we had our rank, our chain-of-command, and our missions (not to mention our egos). Bob was at peace, competent, relaxed, quiet. He was a little hard to understand - he spoke softly, perhaps slightly muffled, as if with a small speech impediment, but always with good humor and a twinkle in his eye. I'd see him a few times a year, when we were back from a tour of work. Always wore a red bandanna around his head.
He was as purely good-natured as anybody I've ever met. This was in the days before cell phones, and in the repair shop there was a pay phone that was enclosed with sound-dampening material, so you could hear over the din. One time I lost my wallet - that cold, nauseating feeling - I'd left it in the little sound-booth. After searching the grounds for two fruitless hours, I came upon Bob, approaching me with the most honest smile. "Are you missing something?" he said, holding out the wallet. No games, no sarcastic comments, he was just glad to help.
And then one time he wasn't there. "Bob died - he had leukemia." I hadn't known; I don't think he told anybody, maybe a boss right at the end. Oh Bob.
*Image of Night Out Ideas by S.CA
Guys Night Out
We’re going to see a show on Broadway,
About the navy called “Anchors Aweigh,”
A high-priced meal was too much, a cliche,
So we settled for a sidewalk cafe,
Listening to street bands, playing reggae,
Our waitress came with a varied entree,
Great meal, as well as the service, per se,
We gave a tip and a note to convey,
The show waits; we’re hoping there’s no ballet.
*RZ & HMS; 10 syllables per 9 lines.
Girls need affection
Guys need sex
When a guy knows he’s not getting it
The warning bells scream next…
Girls think of the future
Guys hold onto “now”
I think the future scares them
So that “talk” they won’t allow
Girls are more “emotional”
They express how they feel
Guys are more conserved
With you they can’t be real
When girls say that they love you
They mean just what they say
When a guy says he loves you
It’s just to make you stay
To girls sex= feelings
For guys no, not so much
For them it could be casual
Just want a girl to touch
Girls hold on to ex’s
It seems they can’t let go
Guys have called it logic
To move on with the flow
Girls are hurt by one guy
Then think they’re all the same
But guys, they often prove this
New guy, same hurtful game
In breakups loss is different
Both can feel upset and vex
Girls ‘cause their hearts are broken
Guys because there’s no more sex
Sex versus affection
The battle of the sexes
But both need each other
To reach life’s great apexes
So let’s agree on one thing
The word “need” is overused
There’s sex and there’s affection
I wonder what each sex will choose…
I’m not a redneck, but in Georgia I attract them like flies.
They all have the best pickup truck that money can buy.
With heavy southern accents, they lay their line on thick.
Calling me honey and sweetie, which is refreshing to this city chick.
I don’t need a lot of money from the guy I choose,
I only ask for love and respect, and no short fuse.
I’m looking for someone to make my passion ignite when we kiss,
So these redneck guys in Georgia, I will not dismiss.
For the greatest hamburgers, hot dogs, and fresh-cut fries,
we must only know one location, and that’s “Five Guys”.
The stores are found in thirteen states along the east coast.
Food is fresh and never frozen, quality’s the most!
Their burgers cooked to order from the best cuts of beef,
and freshly cut potatoes taste great beyond belief!
Fifteen delicious toppings are available there.
Any other fast food restaurant fails to compare.
Freshly roasted peanuts are served complimentary.
Free refills with drinks and they are priced reasonably.
So go to your nearest Five Guys if you want a treat.
You will learn their food quality can never be beat.
Copyright 2006 seven out enterprises.
Posted here especially for Andrea Dietrich
Good guys never destroy;
it’s simply, not in their nature.
Good guys are preservationists;
you won’t find them in governments;
they never aspire to control anyone.
They give till it hurts and then, give more;
they often fade into eternity;
unknowns and much loved by everyone.
Good guys don’t care about money, fame or power;
they love, and that’s more than enough for them.
Good guys are angels in a mortal shell;
few and far between; they live, too finite lives.
When you meet a good guy; you hold favor with God.
The source blesses lives, with good guys;
the teachers to whom few seem,
to listen to or learn from.
It’s the ultimate gift to know a
good guy.
Contrary to popular belief, us guys have feminine side
Sometimes we wear gowns pretending we're blushing new brides
I'm more reserved
Lacking the nerve
At the sight of a wee mousie, I go "eeeek" and hide
© Jack Ellison 2015
It's all brand new so it's time for fears,
As long as you're with me you will see no tears,
Forever and ever to have and to hold,
Can't wait for the day to taste your heart of gold,
With an open mind and caring heart,
In hopes that we shall never part,
To hold you close and nevel let go,
For all my love to you I'll show,
Bonded by words we both can say,
Glad you could stay for more than a day,
Because in a relationship I need some trust,
Yet since I met you it seems impervious,
No second thoughts about the way I feel,
Always be around if you keep it real,
The road is long as well as hard,
If you want a real man let down your guard,
I'll step right in with crazy force,
Then I better let nature take it's course,
Never will I hurt you or make you cry,
Before that happens I'd rather die
Being who I am is such a task,
Nice guys always seem to finish last...
Cards flew fast tonight.
Guys told stories of the times.
Laughter and fun won.