Best Pamper Poems
There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!
Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers!
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!
And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!
In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!
In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!
By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight,
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!
There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”
On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!
Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!
Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”
Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter
3/17/18
The Life Savor (my favored title!)
Life
is to
be enjoyed.
Yes, we must work,
but we can strive for
jobs that will fulfill us.
We have obligations, but
sacrifice should not consume us.
We must find balance in all we do.
Give of yourself but pamper yourself too!
They say it’s good to dream big, but be real.
Develop your God-given talents,
but let go of too lofty dreams
if they only bring you stress.
It behooves not just you,
but your loved ones too
when you feel good,
so learn to
savor
life!
Written Oct. 29, 2015
I want someone to pamper me
To bathe me with love and care
I want someone to cherish me
To say he’ll always be there
I want someone who hears the sigh
That no one else can hear
I want someone who bears me up
When my heart trembles with fear
I want someone to adore me
And tell me I’m his guiding light
I want someone to caress me
All through the lonely night
I want someone to play with me
And cuddle me like a child
I want someone to entice me
With passion to drive me wild
I want someone to make love to me
Like I’m some goddess divine
I want someone to touch my soul
To take me to heights sublime
I want someone to nurture me
To keep me under his wing
I want someone to humor me
And give my heart songs to sing
I want someone to ravish me
Make me forget time and place
I want someone to possess me
Make me vanish without a trace
I want someone to kiss me
Like he’s tasting nectar sweet
I want someone to taste me
Like he’s savoring a treat
I want someone to adore me
Like I’m the sacred grail
I want someone to follow me
Down each and every trail
I want someone to look at me
And see what lies within
I want someone to guard me
And keep me safe from sin
I want someone to hold me
And sing a sweet lullaby
I want someone to console me
With the truth and never a lie!
I want someone who is daring
Who'll fight enemies old and new
I want someone who's divine
And that someone, my dear, is YOU!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Love is a secret . . . Keep it
Love is a rose . . . Grow with it
Love is a mystery . . . Unfold it
Love is an adventure . . . Chance it
Love is beauty . . . Pamper it
Love is a song . . . Sing it
Love is a struggle . . . Deal with it
Love is sorrowful . . . Mourn with it
Love is a book . . . Renew it
Love is a fire inside . . . Never let it die
Temperatures fall on this late September day
She paces, thousands of times, back and forth
along with the soft sounds of Lionel Ritchie playing
in the old sitting room,
the room where they spent many a night
lying in front of a wood burning fire
sipping wine and sharing plans and dreams,
she peers out the large casement window
in hopes to see
if the mail had been delivered
if there was a letter for her
he was usually there by now
but the snow must have slowed him down
finally he has arrived.
That long walk to the end of the drive
bundled in her warmest jacket, scarf wrapped tightly
underneath her pure white ear muffs
wearing anything and everything
to keep the elements at bay.
finally she arrives
Her heart races, and with one peek, she smiles
grabs that letter and just cant wait
closes her eyes and holds it close to her face
she can smell his musk
she can imagine his soft touch
delicately she opens it up and reads :
My beloved
I long for the night when we can be together
to run my fingers through that silky hazel hair
tread my kisses down your neck
rub my hands across your soft toned olive skin
to slowly and passionately kiss you
like a real woman needs to be kissed
My beloved
I can't wait for the days I can hold you tight
when I can protect you
pamper you
make sweet love to you
My beloved
You are in my every thought and in my dreams
I think of you before I sleep
and again when I wake
I can picture those salty almond eyes
gazing into mine
until the end of time
My beloved I shall return to you shortly
I L U
I'm Yours Forever
Tears slowly fall down her blushed cheeks
The cold no longer bothers her
and her sated heart and the snowflakes begin to melt
If I were your lover, I'd pamper you,
making every day your happiest day.
And I'd make all of your wishes come true,
while coaxing your inner child out to play.
You'd experience a lifetime of joy;
I'd never treat you like yesterday's toy,
and make each moment a gift to enjoy.
You'd never fear the dark; I'd be your light,
you'd never lose your way; I'd be your sight;
and in your fantasies, your shining knight.
You'd feel a love known only to a few;
for I'd listen to every word you say
without being condescending or coy,
while we'd cuddle tight and talk every night.
it's good to be me
i've been set free
i like waking up in my own skin
i can't wait to wake up again and again
i pamper myself with kind words
my future burns bright as i look forward
towards the light contrasting
of my salvation everlasting
my life was meant to be
there's goodness inside of me
By Susan Mills
Pretty pink pansies soothe searing souls; seek them; take walks.
Offerings of friendship to another can distract depressive thoughts; open your heart.
Evoking visions of amusing moments, absorb melancholy; envision funny times.
Talk about something else, like tantalizing taste buds, instead of tumbling into misery.
Depression debilitates, destroys, discourages, and devours; design a pleasure plan.
Escape the misery; elevate merriment with music; sing and dance.
Serenity takes practice; so get started; find a serene spot in a garden; watch for sparkles.
Take time to pamper yourself; go to the spa or read a good book; relish positives.
Relax at home or sit in a mall and watch the world go by; DO NOT SHOP!
Overspending can lead to deeper depression; develop internal joys one thought at a time.
Yesterday is gone. So, forget about it. Today is a new day; make a fresh start.
Everything has a time and a season; trusting in God can help with anticipation anxiety.
Remember to grow and learn from every life experience both positive and negative.
After all, we are privileged to be on Earth where we can learn and grow, each day.
Never give up on yourself, no matter what; forgive yourself for mistakes; stay strong.
Determine to succeed at gladness; replace sad thoughts with happy ones…intentionally.
Demons can creep into one’s life; be sure to replace them with Heavenly hosts;
Enrich your soul with scripture study and silent prayers; find fellowship.
“Pretty is as pretty does,” was a common saying back in the day; see your prettiness.
Remember that raindrops refresh all living things; let some fall on your face.
Exuberantly laugh as the wetness drips onto your tongue; breathe deeply, slowly.
Sunshine follows the rain both in nature and in life. Remember, depression will pass.
Seek your own path; one that holds your happiness, stay on that path, strongly.
Individual self-worth is a way of thinking; pick positive worthy people for friends.
Overcome depression one day at a time, one thought at a time, effervescently.
Now is the time to embark on your happy future, feel better soon…lovingly.
December 9, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Fighting Depression (poems for PD)
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Beautiful, you are, from whichever way my eyes see
Swift is your style, with something I can never compete
Reserved, you are, don't let yourself sway by ineffectual things
Special in your own humble way, an angel without wings
Tender, you are, with an elusive, passionate touch
Your love's like the breeze, yet you don't pamper much
Sexy, you are, for the radiant beauty that lies inside
Lucky, I am, to have you as my beloved bride
Caring, you always do, like a silent whisper never heard
Independent you want to be, like a little carefree bird
Ruthless, you sometimes are, still there lies a cause
Strong, you want me to be, by eliminating all flaws
Honest, baby, you are, doesn't matter what the context might be
Never backing down even in the face of immense adversities
Silent, you are, a shy, reticent girl needing a gentle kiss
Unaware of the joy you bring to me, so a little 'thank you miss'
Do you at times wonder if my words are true?
Yes, my dear, I don't need a reason to say 'I love you'.
)))o(((
Gootle joins a puppet-show
First night He is a king KongGo
But who the hell is this in the front row?
His own half hand is scratching a big toe
Of which leg he draws a blank and cries out "No"
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Gootle says Hi to his first leg Pi
"Eat a double pie', first leg says, 'with a paste of rye'
His two legs say, "No No its not fair we are in democracy Bhai"
Bhai= A Hindi/Bengali word for brother
Gootle is a creature half-human half-puppet- a humpet, a polite being . He has three eyes on the back of his head( color: blue). He is three legged and two-and-a -half-handed. Body Color: orange. He has no hair and no ears.But he is neither bald nor deaf. He has a long nose -adjustable min 2" max 9". I cannot post his pic because I am not a premium member.However, you can feel his presence slowly.
For copyright reasons he has changed his name from Gubble to Gootle. He never suffers a lack of appetite.His primary foods are: fun bread, nonsense soup, curry of love with a sprinkle of pamper and a dessert of affection( Sorry,Demetrios he has changed his diet a bit).
A melody to soothe
The aching heart...
There will be no more
Lonely days or nights of
Melancholy.
From each you must depart
Open your eyes,
There is is so much to see.
Look as her buds awake,
Rising from their sleepy beds
To make you smile,
To lift your spirits,
In the beautiful gardens
She'll make.
Allow your ears to hear
Spring's new melody.
A melody of love, to pamper
All that see.
Listen, birds are beginning to sing,
Forsythia spread joyous wings
Dressed all in spring's sunshine
Yellow. Rejoice!
Cynthia
You Must Go On
No matter what grieves you,
or when people peeve you,
You must go on!
You don't feel, well, aw,sorry,
we will not pamper you.
You must go on!
The news is so sad, so what?
ladies and lads,
You must go on!
Your feelings are so hurt,
saying your heart was burnt?
You must go on!
Greatness comes from great people,
Not snivelers, under a steeple.
You must go on!
Even when tyrants reign,
do something, don't complain!
You must go on!
9/14/2021
She's sleek, elegance style her strive every
creation her beauty turn heads
Don't matter, big or small; love knows no
boundaries of sophisticated curves
She's hardcore independent dying be pamper
Cosmetic work of art in fine tune
Skin dripping heat of passion to love
Touch her nails gash sensation urge
To touch her soul, feel for want desires
cries freedom while looking for peace
Heart, pounding thirst she thrives quenching
She's lost, always searching her existence
Beauty of grace, extravaganza to existing
Why her soul weep lonely behind the grin
missing arms of tender love
The woman, creation to life and man but
to herself the image in the mirror
Down deep, fury awaits scorn mischief hidden
Beware, bite can be vicious or love like friend
I am looking for someone
Who is not so handsome
Enough for me is a simple man
And a true gentleman
He must be kind and understanding
Thoughtful, sincere and caring
Sweet, spiritual and loving
Intelligent and with bearing
One who can dominate me
And yet pamper me like a baby
Treat me as a lady
And will respect me truly
I want him to be tender
Faithful and loyal as ever
Patient and will not surrender
One who will love me forever
~Chrisna Vergara
So much to wish for and so little time.
I really must get my life back in line.
So much I had hoped for that did no0t come about;
But I can't fix a thing if I sit down and pout.
There's still time to do it, don't sit here and mope.
Just get busy and plan where there's still life there's hope.
The fact that I'm old doesn't mean that I'm dead.
I've still lots of ideas going 'round in my head.
Some people will say that my life is over.
Much past fifty and you;re pushing up clover;
But I'm just getting started, must be a late bloomer,
'Cause I don't feel old and my vision is truer.
I'm wiser, more steady and I know what I want.
In youth you're still searching, you don't know what's what.
To raise up a family I gave up a lot.
I cleaned, cooked and sewed and my dreams I forgot.
The kids were my life and I gave all I had.
I never looked back or felt angry or sad.
Now my babies are grown, they have kids of their own.
Sometimes they will visit or call on the phone.
Now it's my turn and I plan to have fun.
I'll pamper myself, take my place in the sun.
A house in the country away from the city.
I'll garden, raise chickens, I'll be sitting pretty.
I'll breathe the fresh air scented with flowers,
And mark time by the days, not by minutes and hours.