Best Lip Service Poems
most poets
neither am nor want to be
just stuck
halfway to an imagined hell
of homage to self
and lip service to the creator
EITHER
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
OR
just a bit of fun!
**********
They seem to have forgotten common courtesy,
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, such a shame;
they're so mired in mediocrity
and no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way
to self-importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their perceptions,
their DVD's and plasma TV screens;
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction,
never caring for a moment what life means,
so I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen,
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve,
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!
Either
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
or
just a bit of fun!
*******
They seem to have forgotten common courtesy,
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity
and no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way to
self-importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their perceptions,
their DVD's and plasma TV screens;
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction,
never caring for a moment what life means.
I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen,
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve,
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!
There once was a lass named Bikini Rose
Curvy-swervy from her lips to her toes
The lads ah-ed and oohed
Which Rose just pooh-poohed
Due to those hairs coming out of her nose
A field of angry faces fume
with mouths agape as spittle flies
from lips best used for other tasks.
Upon the green , the rolling lawn of angst,
demonstrators wave paper placards.
Group A never nearing Group B.
Flags drape the bandstand packed
with pomp and politicians give lip-service
to the trodden rights of man.
Unequal, but present, women, fe-males
present themselves in all manner of vehicles
from stroller to walker to wheel chair, we are here.
For one hundred years, we have been ‘given’
the ‘right’ to own property,
but still
our labor is worth less.
Un-joined, un-backed,
if alone, many are left
in the ranks of the poor.
A field of angry faces fume
no child care, no child left behind,
inadequate health care, still we struggle on
in the twenty-first century,
where politicians preen and prance
and misuse our votes.
The divide ever present,
our ranks rife with unrest,
our creative powers used to shackle us
given only lip-service.
Still, we will prevail.
LIP SERVICE
parishioner’s lips
misbehaving in church kiss ~
wife’s peace offering
11/5/2017
senryu
EITHER
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
OR
just a bit of fun!
**********
They seem to have forgotten common courtesy,
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, what a shame;
they're so mired in mediocrity
and no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way
to self-importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their perceptions,
their DVD's and plasma TV screens;
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction,
never caring for a moment what life means,
so I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen,
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve,
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!
Imagining that first kiss
Butterflies dance in my soul
Coyly you invite me in
Our lips seal the deal
I came upon serried ranks
Of once-men who'd given their all,
Silent sentinels who'd known fear,
Pain and terror before their fall.
They'd stared the grim Reaper in the face
And knew their time had come.
But there were those who knew not that
Their lives were a rounded sum.
Some in distant lands had fought
For causes they knew not what
A vague concept of patriotism
In them was drummed and taught.
Cannon-fodder or grist to mill
You may call it what you want
A budding life, a blooming soul
Sacrificed to dogma and cant.
Time passes by, we sing their praise
And recall their valiant sacrifice.
We thank them for all they did,
And forget them in a trice.
For such is the folly of a war
For whate'er cause it's fought
The soldiers give their ultimate
And soon they are all forgot!
As I walk out of the shower
my mind hastily flips
You are stood in front of me
naked and licking your lips
Thoughts run through my mind
but too many to mention
And it is quite obvious to you
that you now have my total attention
Press your sexy body close
as your lips meet mine
Tongues become entangled
the taste, sweeter than wine
Hunger in me is growing fast
and my desire simply beckons
Been far too long now sweetheart
since we've had one of these sessions
Slowly your lips work down my neck
and over my muscular chest
Mixture of sweat and goosebumps
proving you are simply the best
Tongue shoots out now
licking my torso and lower belly
Then!! as your warmth gets lower
my legs near turn into jelly
Saliva and breath titillating
nigh on impossible to ignore
Cup your head gently in my hands
as you continue to explore
Your lips are parted wide now
I can't talk, just stammer and stutter
Mouth engulfs, what is now engorged
my eyes close and I start to shudder
With lips parted we kiss once again
me, promising you same mutual feeling
With use of just my lips and tongue
you too darling, will soon be squealing
Either
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
or
just a bit of fun!
They seem to have forgotten
common courtesy, 'Have a Nice Day!'
rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity and
no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way to self-
importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their
perceptions, their DVD's and plasma
TV screens; they're rushing blindly
to the brink of self-destruction, never
caring for a moment what life means.
I think I'll have a cup of tea and read
Jane Austen, self-righteous, showing
smug English reserve, and laugh at all
their cheesy indiscretions while I weigh
their unimaginable nerve!
Either
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
or
just a bit of fun!
They seem to have forgotten
common courtesy, 'Have a Nice Day!'
rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're mired in mediocrity and
no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight and under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way to self-
importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their
perceptions, their DVD's and plasma
TV screens; they're rushing blindly
to the brink of self-destruction, never
caring for a moment what life means.
I think I'll have a cup of tea and read
Jane Austen, self-righteous, showing
smug English reserve, and laugh at all
their cheesy indiscretions while I weigh
their unimaginable nerve!
——— erogenous poem ———
——— slides off the tip of my tongue ———
——— spoken incursive ———
Either
a searing indictment of
contemporary American society
or
just a bit of fun!
They seem to have forgotten common courtesy,
'Have A Nice Day!' rings so hollow, it's a shame;
they're so mired in mediocrity
and no one ever, ever takes the blame.
Overweight, yet under-nourished,
over-sexed and under-intellectual,
they preen and pose their way
to self-importance, perpetually ineffectual.
They clutch desperately on to their perceptions,
their DVD's and plasma TV screens;
they're rushing blindly to the brink of self-destruction,
never caring for a moment what life means.
So I'll have a cup of tea and read Jane Austen,
self-righteous, showing smug English reserve,
and laugh at all their cheesy indiscretions
while I cheer their unimaginable nerve!
Tripping from our tongues-
the joys of worship
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