Best Pg Poems
The preachers all preaching tell me boy
Don't go making waves
Just listen to us and behave and believe
Every word that we say
Don't start no trouble don't take no chances
Just live your life safe
Don't ask too many questions . . .
Or you might have to really live by faith
.
Well I see em saying one thing
And a doing something else
Giving You a little hush money Lord
But keeping plenty for themselves
People livin under bridges while they drive new shiny cars
But they're careful not to watch a movie if it's rated R
.
But be careful what you watch or say and don't you let your temper go
Or you'll lose your PG rating
And they won't come to your Sunday show
There are several things that I've wanted, to say all along
But I'm a R rated lyric that's trapped, in a PG song
Well if God's called me to be a shepherd
I'm doing the best I can
These sheep are broken and hurting and scared
And I'm sure gonna need His Hand
And I can't answer all of their questions, can't give em nothing much
Religion kills tradition's dead
What we really need is Love
Well they don't care bout what I think I know
And they don't know how much He cares
And trying to hang on to PG ratings
Has got me pulling out my hair
.
So be careful what you watch or say and don't you let your temper go
Or you'll lose your PG rating
And they won't come to your Sunday show
There are several things that I've wanted, to say all along
But I'm a R rated lyric that's trapped, in a PG song
.
A plastic gospel just won't work in this real life messed up world
But I still believe that Jesus, loves all the boys and girls
Lord if I'm gonna really show em You I gotta get real with it
Gettin in there with all them sheep gonna make me smell a little bit like sheep ----
So be careful what you watch or say and don't you let your temper go
Or you'll lose your PG rating
And they won't come to your Sunday show
There are several things that I've wanted, to say all along
But I'm a R rated lyric that's trapped, in a PG song
That's right if the FCC ever catches me they're not gonna sing along.
this chick i met at the store one day trying to sell me a jar or raspberry jam.
She said i looked familar.I said she looked familiar to
Elementary school.Third grade.Mrs brown was are teacher.
This girl always sat alone during lunch and at reccess .
Never had i realized how pretty she was so i asked her out to lunch.
When she said yes then trouble started spewing.
She hasnt stopped cutting her meat and shes putting splenda in her sprite drink.
When she speaks shes telling me all the names of her exs in alphabetical order and how it was always them and never her.I seriously doubt this ecspecially when she askes if id like to have a threesome with her sister.
I dont know how this psycho chick got me on date two.Shes pretty and all but thats all shes got too.
Sex is ackward.She insist her dog be in the room.She laughs hysterically the whole time and sleeps through the rest.
On date three i let her go gently.She said shed never forgive me and that i was by far the worst ex she ever had.I thought thank goodness for that.
On friday she called me and said all was forgiven.I asked her how she got my number?she said your mother gave it to me.By the way her name is smidgen isnt it.
I told her it was over.My temper started rising.
she said she didnt mind as her fifth ex was taking her back.I said good luck with that.
Never saw her again but that psycho chick still talks to my mother who says i should have proposed.I tell my mom if only you knew what that psycho chick put me through.
Here she come in a cloud of rage.
Who?
Violet.
Shut up, you know that’s my baby.
Hovering with her beauty as we speak.
She crazy man, she crazier than Sofia.
Monica, why show sour grapes for
my love of violet?
As a friend I have to tell you
that you sound plum, stupid.
As long as I can be her Prince.
Be her pick from all the shrub,
as music, strums.
She weeds through the fog, the haze
and with hungry eyes, see…
Ernie, you know how many
sorry saps that love Violet.
So, whine.
Throw an almost stormy fit
because you’re squished feelings are
comical to the girl with the long loosie.
Sit, calm they’re all pictured blue
for that tan, bimbo.
You mad cause she accidentally stomped on your donuts
that one time.
You dang right and how can you accidentally stomp donuts?
Well anyways for seasons as skies turn
she's always posted like she's the shine for the end of days.
Smirking at your egged face.
So plant it boy. Perp...pull back.
She don't want you.
You're not that girls primary focus.
2/14/18 "Sunrise and sunset" - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Mame Blackwell, small light-skinned woman with harsh gray eyes.
That told a grave story of her encounters with death and hardship.
The edge of her mien was sharpened by the blade of the wicked and taken grip.
And her spirit for life was drained years ago, and her tears have long since dried up.
She had a stern manner of makeup.
She was a non-conformist with modern styles of flimsy dresses.
She wore a white scarf around her head to hide her thin gray tresses.
Her skirts were faded and worn, and drag the Carolina soil with her.
And the thin blades of grasses likewise concur.
For many years she wrapped her strong twig-like fingers around small bodies of all hues and gender and pulled them into this rigorous existence.
With tenacity and persistence.
Many rugged seasons ago, she squatted in the center of her one room shack and pushed to the floor her one and only child.
To her, at that moment in time life seemed reconciled.
She was young in years but knew not how many.
The ones that possessed her; thought little of the importance of telling her., and this insensitive act was the object of her acrimony.
copyright 2016 Looking At The Light From The Bottom of The Lake
I've missed you honey.
The kids are not home.
I can't wait until you're home.
So that we can get busy.
So that you can rock around,
The Christmas tree with me.
I've got mistletoe all over me.
Come on honey let's play,
All over the house! My holly berries,
Are filled with juice so,
Come on ,you fun loving man,
We can play all night and all day.
You can gift wrap me and open,
Me up, of your loving I can't get
Enough! We don't have to be,
Quiet as a mouse. There is no,
One here. The neighbors will,
Know our names again. Oh well,
We heard theirs yesterday!
I want us to deck the halls,
With screams and shouts,
And moans and groans,
Until the cows come home.
It's lovely weather for a,
Sleigh ride on top of you.
Baby it's cold outside,
The mistletoe is hung
On me. Hey jingle me
All the way all night
And all day. The carol
Of the bells will ring
For each round of
Us rocking around
The Christmas tree.
Untinsel me. Take off
My garland. Turn off
The lights. Unwrap my,
Skirt. Your candy cane,
Will licked and not bitten,
And and the Christmas tree,
Stand I'll be sitting.
My ornaments you may
Move to the side,
And on the cane I'll slide.
I will soon sing,
Or rest you merry man
After you sing, let it snow,
Let it snow, let it snow.
You'll then shout a laugh,
Ho, ho, ho, Merry
Christmas to you and,
To you a good night.
You rocked with me,
Around the Christmas tree
With all of your might.
wrote 12-12-10
His Flawless Ways Ate
Her To The Bone; Crazy,
Delisous Like: Coco~
Puffs.
She Craves Him Like;
A Dog In Heat,
Firery Hot.
Prowling, Scouerring;
Around Her Lushious
Meat, Like: A Wild
Hog On His Knee's.
As If It Were Her
Last Contained
Victium, Caged;
I Leave Here,
Rated PG-13.
Entered in true diminished hexeverse contest
Sponsored by; David Williams
And her beloved son grew alongside her like clinging vines.
During the capitulation of the Old South.
The era of a bitter drouth.
They lived hopefully from her skills as a midwife.
And though some days were gruesome for her they were perfect days.
When they were together in their strife.
She found joy and paradise in his existence.
In their blissful co-existence.
He grew strong and his mind was filled with invincible thoughts of mastering his own destiny.
With blazing certainty.
However treacherous winds of evil depleted his willful force.
And destroyed her soul to a living death.
A twisted sorrowful wealth.
Through the grueling time in multitude.
With a heart cold to any sane rectitude.
Many times she revisited the thinning forest.
She listens to the song of the Old South.
A tune of her son's demise spilled out.
From the elm tree in a thinning forest.
Near the Ebb Water Creek.
A sounding song of mystique.
And the mystery of his murder lay.
Cradled in the secretive nest in the deciduous forest.
Leaving her to walk in the darkness of despair and soul arrest.
In her heart, she knew the truth.
And its nefarious root.
In a raging storm of wrath.
And, so she took the wrong path.
"Mame Blackwell," he said.
A shiny Eagle in her hand he laid.
"My wife is in need."
"I beg that you do heed."
"She screams out your name."
"And boast of your fame."
The baby is twisting her inner"
And the light in her eyes grows dimmer."
"He said, " I tried to talk her out of being cared for by a Negress wench."
His face was grim, not so much as a flinch.
From the agony of his condescension, she put a plan at play.
She follows him as he leads the way.
Under the impulse and retrospection of veterinary pedagogy.
The acute stress in the room was her burden wholly.
With skillful strategy, she guided the baby into a world of many ills.
But there was no fight for air through his tiny nostrils.
No shrills.
His face was nearly purple and his chest was still.
copy 2016
There was a beautiful girl called Mandy
Barman Andy loved mixing her Shandy
He did strange cocktails
Topped with frothy ales
She blew off his foam, to sip the Brandy
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11/06/22
Mind not dense as neutron star
Stil feel like I'm in hot tar!
What a sticky situation
Under pressure of masterbation
Do I really need release?
Father forgive me please!
Be accountable; make it stop
Then I with glee can hop!
If you've a hole in the roof you'll see clouds
a hole in your plane you'll be kissing ground
but if your panties have holes
sensitive bits may just show
and you'll be working the wrong side of town
Ok, this is not PG
Babe
I am so BURSTING
I don't want to be illegal
but I want to break the rules
Love, I am tiring of being your best friend
I know this would upset you
but won't you please, PLEASE
upset me
If I pick a fight with you
will you have make up sex with me?
I fantasize about you
in every imaginal situation
position
lot's of violition
sinning beyond redemption
biting me cuz I'm itchin
nasty soliction
doin things badder than fiction
I am so bound up
wound up
wish you knew
how much
I want to just
to wake you
make the walls cry out again
If we end up meeting
It will have to be in public
I can't take that risk
Of me and you alone
If we meet in private
I can see you as we see us
Giving me the biggest hug
Putting your lips on mine in that sensual manner
Holding me tighter, our bodies getting tighter and harder
Then you reassuring me that it's ok
You take my hand, I accept your offer
We look for a room
Things get hot and loose
By the time that room door closes, clothes are off
Our bodies screaming with desires
Our breathing getting heavy and heavy
The bed becomes our heaven and hell
We fly like angels in a wild sexual journey
And finish in flames with our bodies sweating
Then we lie there next to each other
Listening to the rhythm of our heart beats