Best Ooh Poems
She sits perched, like a gorgeous gargoyle, upon the boulder
splotched with spots of mint chocolate ice cream moss - the wind tasting
her lovely locks as if it were spicy cinnamon straight off the tree.
It excites the senses (to put it frankly) watching her gaze
pierce the sapphire roof of the world
with a challenge to be met.
Or was it the twinkle in her smile
that shone like polished ivory, reminding me of the legalities
of elephantine tusks, and the slippery slope of falling
for that gracious grin and hallowed hope.
It could just be, she's got a lasso on my heart,
that takes delight in my vertigo - flipping and flopping
much like an oval shaped wheel.
I'd ask her to grease the hinges, or go back to the drawing board,
but to tell the truth - it adds character to the path
digging dangerously into the dirt dutifully
causing a spray of pebbles to the face of normalcy.
It could just be, that letting go ain't in her vocabulary,
reeling me in like a big fish story in one of those backwater
little ponds, that spawn such discrepancy.
I'd say she's a catch, but that would be cheesy
(though that does bring to mind her chef-like tendencies,
plopping strawberries on my tongue with little tidbits
of Wisconsin sharp cheddar)
It could just be, that life according to Miss Ooh-La-La
couldn't get any better ...
... then again it could just be
I'm waxing eloquently.
did you notice
when you dig your nails, I cringe?
that strange look
is not a smile, but a wince
I did let you
when you wore that sexy fringe
but my back
has been complaining ever since
just because
I call you Baby when we love
doesn't mean
that you can bite my lower lip
and I know
you love to wear your leather glove
but my cheeks
now show the bruises of your grip
so when you
pull my hair, I'm apt to sneeze
and if you
pinch my thigh, I'll throw a fit -
(still ... )
I have one
tiny secret, if you please ...
I'm starting
to enjoy it ... (quite a bit).
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Pick A Theme" Poetry Contest, Viv Wigley, Judge & Sponsor.
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My Dorm
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10/28/15
With every breath that I have in me,
I can't wait to see, that very same look you gave, to get me.
The look that every women wait's to see,
the look that tell's me, you like what you see!
That look you gave me,
that keep's me here, to this day!
The look that I never want to go away.
When you look at me, I feel like our love will stay.
Every soft touch, that I began to love so much.
Every little whisper, that make's my lip's quiver.
Every little moan,
that get's me weak to the bone.
I love your sweet breath, when you kiss me on the neck,
with that "oh" so gently peck.
You know you hit the right spot,
when my knee's begen to rock,
and if my knee's rock, that's my "G" spot.
You just became the best nigga,
for the job that live's on the block.
Can't no other nigga begen to take your spot!
Like Bonnie, and Clyde the best two pair,
to get better with time!
Our love grow's like the river flow's,
and we bob, and we weave,
and we float like a butterfly,
and we sting like a bee.
Baby open your wing's, and fly with me!
Where going straight to the top,
and we can't be stop!
I'll call you butterscotch, and I'll be you limondrop.
We're both to pieces of eye candy,
**** around and give them all a cavity!
Baby, I'm really beginning to like what I see,
because your bringing the best, up out of me!
No need for an apology, this is all so voluntarily,
from my heart, to sociolgy.
I don't feel guilty cause, I'm in love with a pimp,
you know, like I know, that I'm the ****!
I call my self superfly,
I'm in love with a nigga who live's to ride or die!
Let the truth be told,
from the depth of my soul....
"Ohh Baby"
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Plane ride out...tonight...air...seems too...stiff...comfy...Miss?
Eddy...'goina...miss 'ya...well...seems...kinda sad...but...miss?
Lord...what...the F...class past noon...sunset in...a pool!
Dear...oh well...close this 'ol...journal...the best...in all...the school!
Soap...and...shave...buff's...to tight...one...ninety...it's...a start!
Dorm's...a start...but...classes...and notes...cute as darts...a really...cool tart!
Clothes...just right...new...hose and shoes...hair and face...perfect!
The Row...burgers 'n cheese...yogurt 'n cheese...the bike...the look...perfect!
The roar...the crowd...the lights...the band...the score...All-American...school!
The life...the school...a new...chapter...really...movies 'n dates...way-to-cool!
Frats...'n sororities...way-to-cool...dorm's a...start...grades 'n scores...huh?
University...of...Ooh Lah Lah...oh...'ya...'sis...'bro...gotta go...Money for...huh?
Beamers...and 'Vettes...Porches...used...oh well...paper's old...school's...way-
To-cool
Classes 'n schools...lights and rooms...back or front...proff's too...old...or too cool!
Mom...and Dad...will...I cost too much...day'll come...I'll make...you proud...you'll
See!
Frats...and sororities...lights 'n sounds...crowds 'n roars...the cheers...the beers...
Forever...you and me!
Mississippi 1954
"Don’t you bring that no good
So and so 'round here.
If you bring him to ma door
Bobby Roy and Billie Joe
Will make him disappear."
But Mother, I love him.
"She’s a spool of trouble, son.
A stitch in time may save nine
But ain't gon save you from the vine."
But Papa, I need her.
(And ooh ain’t love a thrill)
"Son, inteegration works in Paris
Even better in Buenos Aires
But in Mississippi-
Oh, that can get you killed."
"Son, a White girl ain’t what you missin’."
"Girl, get a White boy to give you kissin’."
But neither one of them would listen
They walked hand in hand
Down love's long highway
Singing,
Gonna have it my way
Gonna get married
Two children down the hallway
Oooh Bee Oooh Bee Dooo
Six cars pulled beside them
When that Southern sky grew dim
Billy Joe said, Boy,
We gonna put you on a limb.
But they kept right on singin’
(Ooh love is such a thrill)
We’re four-thousand miles from Paris
We were searchin' for Buenos Aires
But we got each other still.
Oooh Bee Ooo Bee Dooo
Plucky, we see the pond
With dervish eyes we bond
Dive in the great beyond
And ooh la la
He thinks she’s quite a dish
Handsome’s her one true wish
Into the sheets they swish
With great oompah
Like thrashing out of sea
Steamy fish feel so free
As who they’re meant to be
Waves wild hoopla
Of two young shades of gray
Whipped up, the seas obey
Oui! Oui! Risqué-parlez*
Midlife’s booya!
The calming of the deep
Married love never cheap
Embraced hearts fall asleep
After hoo-ha
3/15/2018
Mick Talbot’s Violette Poetry Contest
*What’s love without a little French ;)
Pronounced: wee wee risk-ay par-lay
Oui - Yes
Risqué - verging on impropriety or indecency (bedroom banter)
Parlez - Speak
Booya - urban dictionary: hell, yeah
Lord, today I saw her, like a bride walking down an aisle
Moving in all your glory and glowing all the while
Prettiness with petite cutie and beauty in a pile
I saw a flash of lightning in one enlightening smile
A student in the making, yet a model in her style
Lord, even a rose ain’t that angelic in its entire beauty file
I asked for her name but she just stared down in a frown
I stood my ground and she said June is the noun
With a voice so shy yet a melodious sound
I hope she sees me as no less than a charming prince
Because a princess she is, if she wasn’t that ever since
For just the sight of her can put a man’s man in a wince
She looked so precious, an enchanted heavenly sight
My silly little heart quivered, somersaulted and pounded with delight
My pen bled love as this sight i jotted with the braveness of a knight
Lord, I was gripped by the fright of a night not seeming so right
For a dream not so dry she provokes when you kill the light
I saw the calmness of the ocean reflected in a brown pair of eyes
I saw the radiance of a twilight captured in such a skin, I no tell lies
And the smile of a crescent moon that makes the sun not rise
If she is in your image lord, then you really must look nice
For such is the reason I always wished Christmas came twice!
Ooh Lord,
Lost between files, forgotten in daily schedules
slipping away in the daily humdrum of dear life
and quietly ebbing from my mind is a verse.
Of the warm embrace of the yellow orb that attends my mornings,
And of the friendly chatter and heavy pats that at times encapsulate my afternoons,
Of the sounds of lowing of cattle with their clanging bells that I yearn for in my evening, sauntering from the rolling hills yonder into the open kraals besides the warm smoking huts,
And of the patter patter of the of the pearly ocean waves, quietly muffling the hooting madness to gently lull me in my nights.
Or better still of that first warm smile replete with promise, or that parting embrace heavy with looming tear,
Or of gentle pets and carefree laughter in the lush park, or one of a forlorn bench beside a moat of solitude.
Give me time
Before the tender caress of the yellow orb no longer thaws my frame,
And the friendly chatter is quieted to soft sobs,
The heavy pats emasculated to pale caresses of loss,
The lowing of cattle is supplanted by solemn sermon,
The clanging bells begin tolling atop a turret
and the soft patter patter eases in to the unbroken still of placid waters
To pen a verse
Before a warm smile I can no longer partake,
And a sad embrace and the welling tear no longer prick a steely heart,
And a cold frame is no longer attuned to gentle touches and gaily laughter
Before busy schedules ebb away, deadlines fleet, and files dissipate,
Before waters yonder muffle the humdrum of a busy life,
Till only the dregs of a forlorn bench besides the moat of disappointment
quietly attended by all the time I should have penned a verse, is all that remains,
Ooh lord give me time to pen a verse.
15 weeks on an island, a real living hell.
Teardrops on paper and waiting for letters.
Realizing that you really do love him, but only after he's gone.
A broken nose and losing weight,
Not giving up on your fate.
Excited to see him, the brother you used to hate.
In his dress blues, the boy with the eagle, globe, and anchor
Surely all those new Marines will look great.
After 16 years of living of someone that you thought was a narcissist,
You never expected it'd only take a few short days to realize that he was really your best friend.
A tribute to my brother coming home this week, hope boot camp did him good.
I miss having someone at home that I can actually confide in.
8/28/16
We all concede mere words just can't express
the depth of our dismay and our distress...
When we hear you whine, from face so mad and grim,
the Universe won't cater to your every whim!
SHE WANTED AN "ATTA BOUIS": SO WE WENT AND GOT HER ONE!
THE CHEF PREPARED,......................
7 SLICES OF PORCUITIO
SLICE FRESH FIGS
SWISS CHEESE
SEVEN DOLIPS OF GOAT CHEESE
2 WHITE ASPARAGUS
2 GREEN ASPARAGUS
SEVEN STRIPS OF ROASTED RED BELL PEPPER
ON TWO SHEETS OF FILLO-DOUGH(BUTTERED)
MAKE SEVEN TURNOVERS BUTTER EACH SIDE AND BAKE UNTIL GOLDEN BROWN
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3 CUPS OF SUGAR COOKIE DOUGH
1/2 CUP OF SHREDDED COCONUT
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED PECANS
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED DRIED MANGO
3/4 CUPS OF DARK CHOCOLATE(SEMI SWEET)
1/2 CHOPPED RASAINS
MIX TOGETHER AND MAKE COOKIES
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4 NEW YORK STRIPS COOKED MEDIUM RARE WITH A LIGHT SAVOY CILOTRO SAUCE
1 TABLESPOONS OF HORRADISH
5 TABLESPOONS OF LIME JUICE
5 TABLESPOONS OF CHOPPED FRESH CILANTRO
1 CLOVE OF GARLIC CHOPPED
1 TEASPOON OF CAYEENE PEPPER
1/4 CUP OF BUTTER
IN A BLENDER MIX AND CHILL, SERVE ATOP THE NEW YORK STRIPS
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1 CUP OF SHREDDED CABABAGE (SAUTEED)
1/4 CUP OF BACON BITS
1/4 CUP OF DREID PARSELY FLAKES
3 CUPS OF MASHED POTATOES
2 EGG YOLKS
2 TABLESPOONS OF CRUSHED GARLIC
1/4 CUP OF CARALIZED ONIONS
6 HALFED BAKE POTATOE (INSIDES REMOVED)
MIX TOGETHER AND STUFF POTATOE HALFS
BAKE UNTI FILLING IS DONE ABOUT 15 TO 20 MINUTES
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1 CUP OF BLUEBERRIES
1 CUP OF STRAWBERRIES
1/2 CUP OF HONEY
1/2 CUP OF ALONMDS
1/2 CUP OF CASEWS
IN A BLENDER, MIX UNTIL SMOOTH, REMOVE FROM BLENDER, AND
ADD 4 CUPS FO PINK CHAMPENGE
2 CUPS FO ORAGNE JUICE
1 CUP OF A GOOD QUALITY BRANDY
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WE CALL THIS AN ATTA BOUIS!
1/3 CUP OF GORGANZOLA
5 TABLESPOONS OF BUTTER
HE MADE REFRANCE TO THE INVISIBLE MAN
FOLKS SAY YOU CAN'T SEE HIM
HE SAID " YES YOU CAN"
WE JUST TURNED OUR HEADS AND SMILED
HE LOOKED UP FIRST TO RESITE A VERSE
BUT GOT CAUGHT UP ON WHO CAME FIRST
HE SLIPPEDUP AND SAID THE mISTER CARRY'S A PURSE
THIS MADDEN SEVERAL OF THE OTHER MEN
ONE SPOKE UP AND SAID "YOU THINK YOU RICH"
YOU'RE JUST ONE LUCKY SUM-A b$TCH
AND THAT AINT THE BEST THING FOR YOUR FREINDS
THEY'RE HALF FOOLISH
SOME SAY THEY'RE DUMB
WE ALWAYS WONDERED WHERE THEIR IGNORANCE COMES FROM
I SEE RIGHT IT'S MORE THAN LIKELY TO COME FROM YOU
IF SWANS ARE LARGE CHICKENS
AND BUBBLE GUM COME FROMS COWS
PIGS ARE ROOSTERS
AND ALLIGATERS ARE SOW'S
THEN MAYBE THEN YOU'RE THE SMARTEST ONE
BUT I DON'T THINK THING'S ARE THAT WAY
IT JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS FOOLISH PEOPLE SAY
AND IF GOD HELPS FOOL'S
AND MAKES WAYS FOR DRUNKS
THAN YOU'RE BLESSED
AND ONE LUCKY PUNK
JUST GET YOUR STUPID SELF OUTTA MY FACE!
I’m feeling great, I’m fine and dandy
So I treat myself to a sticky candy
I pop it in my mouth, start to suck
all of a sudden my filling comes unstuck!
It’s then I learn the sorry truth -
there’s a gaping hole in my tooth
I ring the dental reception nurse
their schedule’s full, oh what a curse!
They can fit me in Tuesday at two thirty -
a very apt time as my tooth’s hurty!
With mouth wide open I lie in the chair
treatment starts, I wish I wasn’t there!
My dentist gets busy with the buzzing drill
when it’s finally over, I must pay their bill
Any more thoughts of candy I must avert
the filling was painless; it’s the bill that hurt!
Pick a theme Contest
8/17/18
With my son and grandson...on my team
My heart, my soul, and face...tends to gleam
At age sixty years old
I've often been told
"Get Ben-Gay" (Ha)...you know what I mean