Best Puffy Poems
A sweet and puffy profiterole
Was served next to my warm dinner roll.
It was light and petite,
Filled with whipped cream so sweet.
Delightful to the tips of my soul.
Puffy white clouds and bright blue skies
To what do I owe this vision in my eyes
An image that shines
It just blows my mind
As a certain body part starts it's morning rise
If I was a puffy cloud
Flowing on a stream
I would douse an angry crowd
Blowing off my steam
If it made my mother proud
Knowing of my scheme.
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Miss Puffy when you died ,dead did I feel
Left my mind dazed with a hole in my heart
You had heart problems It felt so unreal
Wanted to die that day my poor sweetheart
Mr Puffy your death feels me with dread
Bleeding from the mouth, you so did scare me
I rushed. to the vet,he said your cat’s dead
Didn’t do things right, my fault, I do plea
The vet said my cat did die of heat drain
Mr Puffy pawed me the day before
Did my laxness cause your death and my pain
I checked out the bugbears I surely swore
In cat heaven I hope you’re happy too
If reborn, a better owner you get
Mr Puffy forgive me I love you
Then you’ll be happy I have no regrets
.
long it's been
since mine gentle kiss
'pon
such the thick
and not the thick
twixt
hern hip's
limbz
notwithstanding ,)
uv her
palpebralz
their
pensive
right after that nap
after that
nap
*Palpebral Definition & Meaning - Merriam-Webster
relating to the eyelids.
puffy sticky lovely lusciousness
smoothness personified
light in my hands
gooey in my mouth
melting fast into fudge
or rice krispie bars
love eating you in S’mores
and toasting you over a fire
puffy sticky lovely lusciousness
you are my bestie today
I tear your bag open
ready to stick you on a graham cracker
in the microwave….
Puffy white clouds and bright blue skies
What do I owe this vision before my eyes
An image that shines
It just blows my mind
As a certain body part starts it's morning rise
white clouds on the wind
whitewashed on lavender scenes
puff cotton balloons
~
abides so they seem
just floating upwardly high
winds white clouds in skies
3/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Puffy white clouds and bright blue skies
To what do I owe this vision in my eyes
An image that shines
It just blows my mind
As a certain body part starts it's morning rise
puffy fluffy is never stuffy
loving and cuddly is my fluffy
he takes care of my feelings at night
I am cherished when I turn out the light
we cuddle tightly and huddle down
the best of friends in sleeping town
our dreams are happy because we are too
without him, whatever would I do?
It's quite obvious now:
"The they" are preparing for life deep underground.
Placing final ribbons around subterranean cities.
Stockpiling sustenance
Water being siphoned to top off cisterns and privies.
The Amazon, Tigris, and Euphrates.
Superior, Michigan, and Erie are all being drained.
The surface people will be left scrambling for crumbs
in the phlegm of nuclear holocaust.
They'll devolve into hunter-gatherer clans.
To become a twisted reality show for subterraneans.
"The They" who trafficked us and ate our babies
will make a game of it, placing bets at our expense...
on who will perish -who'll be left.
Then, when the earth is somewhat cleansed.
"The They" will emerge to barter with metal from our teeth
pin our cross/bones to their puffy pigeon chests
The rest will serve as sex slaves, servants, and jesters
in the post-apocalyptic bed, "the they" have knowingly made.
Orange fat man said out loud
He doesn’t like men and how
Proud he was
Chest puffed up
As if he stars in explicit files
.
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jocundly
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The moon curls up into the
night,
And fluffs a cloud of downy
white.
He tucks the stars into their
beds,
With silver blankets over their
heads,
Then softly find his golden
light.
A little cat begins to purr.
She has the softest orange
fur.
I love to sit and play with her.