Best Littler Poems
Chancellor Adolf Hitler
Quite dumb with girls when he was littler--
But in Nazi's prime, came sultry Eva
Messed-up like Fuhrer, she became his diva!
Educate Me with Humor--Leader Clerihew
Contest of Andrea Dietrich 1/25/2019
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Eva Braun was Hitler's lovely mistress for years.
Though both had eccentric, bizarre characteristics,
Eva's loyalty to Adolf till their last days made him
decide to marry her in a civil wedding.
Starter of World War Two, Adolf Hitler
His compassion for Jews could not have been littler.
During his Nazi speeches, he'd shout and perspire.
He likely did not realize he was a hideous liar.
I hear little whimpers from out in the yard.
He is searching everywhere, looking really hard.
Then I realize he is missing his littler toy dog.
He looks in an old bucket and under a log.
I realize I haven’t seen it for quite a while.
He continues to look all around the wood pile.
I’ll help you look, I wont leave you in the lurch.
We will find it. I will help you. I care I search.
Then in the garden I see stuffing from his toy.
I hide it from my old dog, he is such a good boy.
Birds have taken most of it to build their nest.
I take it in, stitch more stuffing in, it looks its best.
When he isn’t looking I toss it near the wood pile.
He soon finds it. Who said dogs don’t smile?
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Breathe - I breathe ! Beauteous be the rose
I planted the bush - the roots I cherish
Thorns - those beautiful thorns in my heart
Prickling ! They inspire me with thoughts of beauty
Day by day! The daylight winter sun
May it nourish this beauty in my soul
And may God bless the little tree inspiring me
Thus be it be may it also instill thoughts
Of the beauty of words in my mind for prose
As each day goes by hour by hour , feeling the power
Of love ! of which the bud if it shall grow
Flourishing me, keeping me as a person whole
If it shall blossom - watered and nurtured each day
Then shall I wander in my mind the words
To encourage bloom after bloom , love at its best
And the bush I planted that I appreciate
In presence - Hence the beauty of the rose
My mind - my mental stimulation of prose
I write - with the love in heart , my senses clear
May my littler bush! shine in my breath each year
And may my roses bloom - may they bless my home
Capturing those thoughts - of the most beautiful flower
The power of love! represented by the bud
Blooming the beauteous words blossoming
Truly within my soul - I am assuming
That by petal by petal - the roots may grow
Implementing strength - the rose I still get to know
And as I speak - may love be also in my heart
May then the rose listen to each word I encourage
And with strength of telepathy , may the blooming start.
Ah how I love being the eldest of the bunch at home.
The power I bestow upon the ones much littler than I.
Oh how I can manipulate the ones that were unlucky to be born after me.
I never have to get up off the couch.
Food is brought to me on a silver platter.
Always in charge when the parents of our household are out.
I hardly ever have to lift a finger.
Too bad I have an older sister (in college).
Remember me
Remember me
I am she
She will bring you
A tease
Nothing less, then a please
Close your eyes
Come and see
Let me be your tease
Turn on the music
Soft as can be
Sit back, relax
Watch my body move
In the art of dancing
In the candle light
Smell my roses
Petals here and there
Movement, so perfect
Red lingerie
The art in dancing
She's your, Queen
She's takin it off
Look at her go
Look at her arms
As they flow
Pass her face
Look how, she moves
So softly
Softly, to the floor
Hmm!
Hmm!
She opens wide
Those sexy, legs
Look at her
Damn
Look at her go
Baby, yes
Come to me
Shh, as she speaks
Let me kiss you
Let me kiss you
Let me ride you
Let me please you
Feel my lips, Kissin your neck
While my tongue eases, your chills
While my lips, reach your nipples
As my tongue goes down your chest
Around your belly
Your hips
Yum, um
Oh, yea
Open, relax
I'm licking
Hmm
I can't resist
Let me check
Yes
One and two
Now up, I go
Let me give that, a swirl
Let me lick, lick
Yes
Better then lollipops
I can't resist
A littler faster, I go
The wetness, my mouth brings
Wow, let me slow down
Slow motion I go
Now, go with the flow
While I give you this flow
Watch my hands
Look!
Hmm!
Watch me play
See that cat
Kitty cat, cat
Meow, meow
Pretty, isn't she
Don't forget
About that flow
The flow on my lips
She gettin wet
Oh, yes indeed
Let me stop
Let me, get on top
This, can't stop
Oh!
I forgot
I'm just, your tease
Sorry I couldn't please....
I set off on an ambitious journey;
Several years gone I embarked on a travel
To a beautiful destination miles away,
And I did not know the paths very well.
I thought it would take a year or two
To reach that much-desired end,
But it’s a whole seven years now
And I’m still trekking, friend.
I knew other littler destinations
That mortals of softer tissues chose,
But those I counted not manly enough,
For their easy reach, and being boring close.
And while they finished their journeys
And sat to receive cheap medals from men their kind,
I still did the tricky roundabouts and travelled on
Till sometimes the path became too blurred to find.
I might be wrong and I might be right
To hazard such a full-size risk upon my little life,
But these journeys have their stern immutable code
Once you set off, you must finish despite the strife.
I could be lost and I could be right on track,
But now it’s too late to worry or cry.
The path I took has no places to turn
And one must trudge ahead until they die.
And unlike other commoner voyages
Where one may other wayfarers find,
Here one walks alone and alone
Without turning to look behind.
There are no water spots beside the road
To sate the traveler’s long-borne thirst.
Nor are there any snack joints near
To quell the pangs of the journeyer cursed.
One moves and moves without rest
Until they either reach the prescribed end,
Or die at some fiddly portion of the road,
Such as a sharp corner or an unexpected bend.
The chances of failure are all-time high
And those of triumph near-nil bro,
No congrats for simple feats
The kind that softer men applaud with awe.
With all my woes faithful friends will wonder
What in history shall become of me.
I desire no laurels for nerve or raw bravery
Nor some posthumous honorary degree.
A simple epitaph befitting a demented traveler
Will suffice for a restless man like me:
“He Took the Road That Many Dreaded”.
And on my head plant an evergreen tree.
A nonentity I lived:
Ignoring all the risks that others could see;
A nonentity I’m prepared to die:
My only mourners an epitaph and a tree.
It’s been years and I did nothing but watch the walls crack
I look everywhere and see a glimpse of things I missed
I try to go back to do things that was undone
But what’s in the past can never be undone
I’m so littler now
Stuck in the jail of my heart
Broking to pieces
Barely breathing
weeping bitterly for my savior
I’m sorry for I left you for so long
I’m ashamed of holding you
You were the only one who gets me
You’ve always been here through my ups and downs
And I simply walked away from you
I always exploded all my feelings to you
You did nothing but listen
Never judge me with a glance
I’ve hit you
Threw you
Broke you
You’ve always forgave me
And came back
You always knew what was really there
I didn’t need to show you for you to see
I spilled my heart to you
Without even saying a word
You just simply knew
You helped me find my words
To show the world
As it is from my heart
For they need lots of words to understand
With just a movement of my hand
You helped me draw my dreams my thoughts my unspoken words
On these wet forgotten papers
Gave it a new life
A new story to share
I promise ill never leave you again
Forgive me, My Pen My savior
I see me in every little scared child
Littler than even the smallest of her peers
Voiceless outside, screaming inside
Taking solace in a closed space with a dozen imagined friends
I see me in every defiant teenager
Beautiful, smart yet full of lies and seductive tricks
She knows no better
The awed uncles are just wolves waiting to tear her apart
I see me in a distressed youth
Unwanted baby in hand, no man to pat her back
Now she knows better
A smile too many leads down a dark path to disruption
I see me now a woman with a vantage view
Able to sift the shaft out and tell rubies from ruffles
Through pain strength is born
Robe cladding, teeth shining, accolades shimmering, claps roaring
I beg you
stay a littler longer
you are to me
as the moon is to the night
I will never forget
my dream was to hold you
in my arms
with whispers of delight
A young girl runs around the park looking at flowers.
She looks at them and smells them.
This littler girl eyes lights up.
She sees all these yellow flowers and started to run around.
She goes through them.
She stops in the middle of a yellow patch of flowers.
She raises her arms up and smiles and screams happily.
A young boy was running around in the brush he sees her.
She has long golden brown hair and a great smile.
He notices that she had green eyes.
He notices that she likes flowers.
He runs around and looks for the perfect flower.
He sees several odd looking ones.
He does not know what she would like.
The young girl sees this boy running around in the bushes.
She tries to ignore him but she could not.
She saw him with short black shiny hair and light brown eyes.
She thought that he looks mischievous.
She also thought he was a regular boy who likes hide and seek.
It also looked weird that the boy was looking at flowers.
She thought.
By now the he saw her looking at her so he purposely started to hide.
He got into the bushes but these bushes had thorns in them.
He looked at the bush and saw a yellow and red flower.
He thought this was the right flower to get her.
He peeked out of the bush and sees her playing.
He looked to make sure he did not get a thorny stem.
The boy meets the girl and ran around her and showing off.
She sees him do this and thought it was ok.
She looks over at her mom and sees another mom.
The only two people other than her and her mom must be these two.
She stopped dancing and looks at him.
The moms see both of them and realize that something was going to happen.
The boy’s mom takes out a camera.
As he had his hand around his back hiding the flower, he notices her mom.
He stopped and looked at her and smiled.
She stopped and looked at him and smiled.
He has her attention and gives her the flower.
The flower was a red and yellow rose.
They became friends for life.
Heroes Undone
We train men up to go to war.
We train them to fight and kill,
the enemy.
The people…
in foreign and domestic lands,
that have no honor,
and care not for law.
We tell you to shoot,
and maim and knife,
yet when you return,
home…
Some cry that you are changed,
somehow by your actions.
That you are less than citizens,
and even those without I.D.s
planted here by people
that have sold themselves
early to the demons
on the block,
receive a greater due.
God is the judge of all things.
He is the one that matters.
Heavens gates are open wide,
for soldiers
that protect
and serve,
the weak,
the defenseless,
and those
thought without
value at all.
Homage is paid,
for your sacrifice.
The kindest men and women,
the harshest jobs,
the longest hours,
the thankless parades
of “people”;
(people: for lack of further description,
prior to my morning coffee)
of do-littler(s),
instead of do-gooder(s),
or even
do-er(s) at all.
Why?
Why not!
Their point of view
Each Friday they drank
vengeance
every bottle drowned
another ache
Knights
shedding the end of a week
elegant shine
lost in devil may care
Needs
numbed in a 3-day marathon
Drink, drink,
drink until dread's dead...
Why not?
Coz they can't unsee
a view
ailments never quit
piling
rays gamma
radiation
ever shooting -
more cancer
reactions
'n side effects that conquer
In and out
they pass,
dysenteric E.coli
offsetting the once ominous
virus
polio
raked out but replaced
by a Covid war...
(12/25/2020: '96 Fun Country DMS; memories of Hoodless..)
II - Sharon and Adeline
So who gets the blame, for the perfidy of their young lives,
having shared of caustic adults and their lust-groping girth?
A petite, astute blonde with candid need of sexualized aura
Never concealed, she’d writhe a come-hither to grown men
Never liking the boys who were closer to her pretty preteen
Only seeking pernicious pleasures of a pedophile aficionado
Not contrite, she’d dance the pole, just as mom had shown…
As she envied voluptuous Adeline, perfunctory in beauty's miasma
Nothing contrived in her distrust of oglers whose gaze could harken
Devils from her past, piercing them with angry blues so condemned…
As her mom disabled, leaned on a man who made Addie his manna
Dined on precocious curves she’d wish had never been bequeathed
Exploding in tantrums she fought unable to suppress all the seethe…
Little girls lost in the littler woman’s world, of the big man’s brothel
It was a ruse that it had closed, for females still suffer these incubi
Nice asses openly paraded non-stop; lower wages that still demean
Elderly men joking with objectified daughters, still considered, wise…
(2/22/2021: DMS; memories of SCH)
Can I say something? I think my minds funky!
got me feelin like a caine junky,
but I stick to my mary and my peanut butter chunky,
like a looming depression i just can't link to one thing,
Brush off my shoulders, stay proper, stay shining,
OCD,
keepin' it nice and clean,
have my aura settin off a bright and powerful gleam,
cause im just not one to sweat the littler things,
guess I'm just on a mission for happiness and freedom,
but if i was really trying i guess id try and free 'em,
emotional things ive kept in my mental kingdom,
along with things I wish were said,
failed ways to move ahead,
habits i just couldnt shed,
its not a place I often tred,
thank god no bloods shed in your head,
there'd be enough to paint the walls red,
with the battles raged where common sense often fled,
When keeping my control of it all is a job within itself,
and i only take the position to monitor my health,
because peace within my mind is my own form of wealth,
and in life we come to find we really can need nothing else,
seems though now I'm running low,
keeping my mind running slow,
it's putting on quite the show,
so as much as I'm working on saving my glow,
the radiance,
I embrace the chance,
for a second glance,
allowing out that feeling of feeling entranced,
that's what will happen when you stop the chase,
decide to settle for one's beauty and grace,
you hope you found your soul-mate, so don't wait,
there's always less time then we count on,
we're all just hoping heavens not a big con,
not to offend, and not to defend, just not to pretend,
that anything is certain when it comes to the end.
sun …
glints off sweaty trickles as
they plop … plop …
little lad’s littler fingers tickling a
tide pool’s papery face
things of mysterious intention, darting
there to here to there …
wide eyes wider in amazement
tiny thrums quick’ning
dividing breaths
like swells divide the time
and tides …
a splash and a grasp, tightening
some small watery beast
cold-red cheeks blooming wide to
parody the dazzled bay
grins and giggles to mock the black-backs
for this shrimpy monster, squirming
is the prize of a wee fist
gamboling its way to
proffer some mad-mommy shrieks -
slimy and squiggly and
oh, so wondrous!
hunter, home from the hill
Ahab and his white sea demon
perfectly prideful,
invested surety of a silly smile
warmed by the sooty
afternoon …
sun.
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