Best Lola Poems
4 little paws, how fast they grow.
Loyalty and love, she always shows.
God's greatest gift, for us to share.
She's thick and wide, with short black hair.
She will eat her toys, your shoes beware.
I love how she plays, and wiggles with care.
She's been known to find a midnight snack.
Any food on the counter, she'll surely attack.
She always shows love, and never complains.
She's now grown up with a sizeable frame.
110 pounds of attitude and charm.
She runs and plays out on the farm.
She loves all of God's creatures, both big and small.
She's my sweetie pie, and loved by all.
My close friend and companion, forever be.
I love my dog, my Lola Beans.
*my companion and close friend that never complains poetry contest*
2-11-20
She smiles,
The day gets loosed from the long closed door of the night
The sun shines in an extreme gentle manner
The proud trees bow to the regal walk of the wind
The flowers blossom in the dried end of this season
And the dead land abounds with peerless fertility
She smiles again
And I see her "eji",
Beautiful as a bouquet of flower that attract a flock of
tourist
Sparkling like a mountain of gold in the unimpregnable
darkness
And gracious like the galaxy of stars that adorn the darkest
sky
I call her Eji-lola,
Around her I lavish in the wealth that comes with true
beauty
She's a pure Eji-wumi,
Diamond, not comparable to the expensiveness of her
cheerful laughter
Eji-yemi, I hail her,
Even in her angry state, where her "eji" is hidden behind
those elegant lips, she's still as gorgeous as the Nubia
Eji-lola
Wa Damilola
Pelu oju re to gunrege bi Ododo eti odo
Wa f'okan mi toro bi omo af'owuro pon
Eji-lola
Seven kegs of palm-wine I took in the drinking contest
Yet, unshaken in my balance like Apata Idanre
Unlike the one I had from your pleasing eyes
Eji-lola
My muse, you are
The sound of your voice, a perfect food to my soul
My place among the stars
The crown I long to wear about forever like Alase
Eji-lola
Her voice was like warm, sticky candy
overflowing with adorable nymphete charm
She spoke with rapt, intoxicating energy,
the sort that compelled you to protect her from harm
She smiled in a way that spoke of innocence,
that sort of naivety that conceals cunning
No one could ever replicate her style of romance
A fiery, passionate, heavy, sugary sort of loving
She came during summer nights saturated in beer and dying
An age of self loathing and morose morbidity
Like a moth to a flame, towards me she came flying
In her I found an affection filled with naked purity
and we shared an affair, obsession burning
Lovers lost in a dangerous desire eternally
How this sweet young maiden could love me, I never knew
I was the bitter disease corrupting her heart
Just know that I loved her from the start, I beg of you
I loved her even when I threw sand on our flame and tore us apart
Lola likes to lick lots of lollies.
Lots of Lollies Lola likes to lick.
What kind of lollies does Lola like to lick?
Lola likes to lick lemon lollies.
Lemon lollies are what Lola likes to lick.
Lola was licking lemon lollies late last night.
Late last night lots of lemon lollies Lola licked.
Why was Lola licking lots of lemon lollies late last night?
Because lemon lollies linger longer and are finger-licking good!
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City Walk (or Lola)
A city walk.
Springtime and a scarf bundled about the Adam’s apple.
A wedge of lemon. That sucked.
A triangle of mandarin.
Or two. Now five
A city walk.
A pitty. The dog wouldn’t calm.
Orange peel tossed beside a
banana peel.
Two men talk,
as women might.
As they think women
might mightlessly not fight.
A tennis ball.
Another's.
Just beyond (incomprehensibly) beyond
the nose, beyond the diamond wall.
Two skipping stones.
Found.
On this lakeless valley
city walk.
Born on a spring cyclone from Kansas' stormy rain,
awoken now in low growl, slowly reversing.,
down a low ramp, like a movie star rehearsing,
at new shore in sunshine with an exotic name.
Just like a kid in love all over again..
learning her games in many a winding curve,
perhaps proof enough I haven't lost my nerve,
shyly look back at such a refined rear end.
Lola isn't very patient or forgiving,
one who oversteers her with attitude,
puts her in a dangerous sashaying mood..
to cut short a man's simple days in living.
Let me tell ya what's so precious,
she purrs, just like a kitten..
tear'g through each firm shift given,
in silky thrusting gear meshes.
Oh, it's a fact.., she's known other men's hands
hit such dizzying heights on their track,
though promising never to look back,
my careful repair strokes her will demands.
Safe from boredom all my loving hands touch,
ev'ry square inch of Monaco White body showing,
hot turbocharged exhaust pipes ready and glowing,
hearts pounding in high revving double clutch.
Lola thrives on top tier 91 octane's heady drink,
sipping imperial ounces at each injection,
she's never known any salad days in rejection,
smooth cylinder walls bathed in sweetest crude oil and zinc.
Have you guessed at her qualifying past?
heart like a wheel.., all alone in a class..
smart dressed in Kevlar reinforced fiberglas
Hethel's english dream finally mine at last.
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"Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have
No regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself,
you're through"
* Whatever Lola Wants by Richard Adler and Jerry Ross for the 1955 musical play Damn Yankees
European techno pulses,
Her hair could not be a more vibrant tone of red,
She runs,
Runs;
For the one she loves in danger,
Potential loss of life on all fronts,
Inspiration through movement,
Giving all for love,
Even life for love-
She runs.
Lola Stanley
1913-1918
This side of the veil,
No living human has ever seen,
No mere mortal has ever beheld,
The diamond stutted rainbow face,
Of the One, Iam
With streams of flame,
Flowing from the Axis,
His all-seeing eyes,
Can be felt like crashing waves,
Of silent sound, silent…
Like rushing ripples of watery light,
The Eternal Seed,
The everlasting bloom;
Of the One, Iam
The only flower, silent…
There is no softness of sleep here,
No mark of darkness or sweeping escape,
We spirits of the Eternal Seed, instead
Fly as the dandelion blooms fly, silent…
Weightless, floating and drifting,
Seizing the morning shade of timelessness,
A multitude of soaring souls,
A single speck of mercy;
No. You have not seen what I see.
Now and forever-
His magnificent being embraces me,
As a silvery swan
Embraces a goddess!
I work every day for Lola Rae
A lady whose mind must have its say,
The images flow fast
Of politicians that won't last,
She ought to be the one to draw their pay!
From October 2000
ita treat
makes me beat
a candy
thats dandy
only cost a buck
i just suck
an rap hip hop
love me some
LOLA POP
Charlie
Likes listening to music by Bob Marley.
He has scheduled time that mustn't delay
His passionate phase with Reggae!
Lola
Is fascinated with panels - Solar.
Science is full of projects that (for her) are fun.
And she has a smile that beams like the sun!
Written 16th September 2021
For the Cleritoons contest - Sponsor Joseph May
I take out the old-fashioned dress in my mother’s closet.
It’s a rose-colored fabric that you liked from your 50’s pageant.
And its floral scent underneath reminded me about you for a reason.
I got mad each time I learned you skipped a Christmas season.
The only thing I have is your pretty face in my silver locket.
Your memory is hanging from my neck; I wish not to drop it.
I could still see us picnicking in the small backyard,
There I stand next to you and pretend to be a bodyguard.
Gray was the shade of your hair; I revered it in my sleep.
You look like your favorite actress, you called her Meryl Streep.
I could have touched the way you pinched my hand in the hospital room.
But I can still see you sitting on an empty chair – I assume.
You're the one I love
The one that I adore
You're the only one I see
And I couldn't ask for more
Shades of pink
Shades of blue
I don't need all these things
'cause all I want is you
And I hope that you'll believe
all i say is completely true
'cause the greatest gift of all
Would be to be everyday with you
Early every mornin'
All these long late nights
Far into the afternoon
Only you can make it right
I wish I could be there with you
Just hold each other all night long
We'd steal a few sweet kisses
Nothing could go wrong
But I keep you in my heart
You're always on my mind
So think of me a while
And how our hands entwined
Being here today
I don't know if you'll ever be mine
So I want you to know
that you are my sweetest insanity:my lifeline
They got her in a pound some ten years ago
A pup German Sheppard Who was the color of cola
C.O.L.A. ~ cola
She barked at them and she wagged her tail
As if to say... get me out of this jail
her name was Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
She was not the world's most smartest little pup
But she ate off a plate and she could drink from a cup
Lola...Lo lo lo lo Lola
Now I'm not dumb and I can understand
Why a dog's best friend...they say is a man
Oh Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
I drank champayne in candlelight
Because they said goodbye... to Lola last night
Lola... Lo lo lo lo Lola
I must be the world's most passionate guy
Because, when Lola passed... it just made me cry
Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
Dedicated: To my brother Paul's dog "Lola"
She passed away last night
Subtle sweetness barricaded in
A hardened cocoon of beauty
Nurtured by factors and forces
Unknown and unseen
Sealed up in self-defense
Insured against a torment known
Only by Cupid’s prisoners.
Maybe in time I’ll brave the
Ordeal and seek out the
Love locked away somewhere
Out of a mere boy’s reach;
Loved locked away -
Arrested by Heartbreak,
Emaciated through scars and
Sentenced to a life devoid of
Trust, affection, sacrifice,
Honesty and fidelity. I’ll do
Everything to make you
Re-discover your lost self.