Best Shower Stall Poems
Yo! Hang wit me and be my boo,
listen to the rap, ya know I’m true.
The streets and alleys’ full of deals,
lay back this ride’s rollin 22 wheels.
No need of sittin around them docks,
lookin at workers just punching clocks.
Cold water’s runnin in my shower stall,
they’re kicking out jams, down the hall.
Lyin on water beds filled by hoses.
What’s that pungent smell in our noses?
Your cap’s on backwards, jeans hug low,
embroidered back pocket, dead friend we know.
Don’t wear that wool, ya know it itches,
just wear tiny G-strings neath yer britches.
Fur-lined boots runnin to the knee,
cheap plastic buckles lookin fine to me.
No belt is holdin your stylish duds.
You keepin them cuffs, out the mud?
So if your feelin what I been sayin,
shack with me baby, I’ll stop playin.
Now the DJ’s scratchin, the joint is jumpin,
lasting till morning trash we’re dumpin.
If this rap represents what you need,
hang wit me baby, we’ll do the deed!
**This is a “Rap” parody of the 24 verse poem “The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.” A
complete version of the original work can be found on www.poetryhunter.com. The effect will
be enhanced if you read them side by side. This parody is reflective of present day life “PER”
the contest rules. Nothing else is intended or implied. JT
Like the fragrance of honeysuckle clinging to the vine,
Like sea spirit salt rides the inshore breeze,
Like the sun dappled fields of summer, please...
Be mine... my beautiful you... be mine.
Like the flowers I bring you every so often,
Like the ones I should bring you every day,
Be wild and pure and wait there for me,
To see and to take you, my beautiful you.
Like the curves of your body, bending
Behind the glisten of the glass shower stall,
Like sweet nicknames floating down the hall...
Be my mystery ever unfolding, my beautiful you.
All the holidays, like yesterday, I still remember,
Wrapped up with you around the tree…
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September,
As we walk through our seasons, you and me.
And now the twilight's chimney smoke calls us,
Back to the hearth and home we've made,
With little ones who look like you and me,
Our love's perfect union, our soul's sweet serenade.
Through all the days of our days, I'll need you,
So be the breath I cannot live without,
The April morning's rain - mist for my midsummer's drought…
All the holiday's I remember...
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September.
The fragrance of you floating through the hall,
Into my soul's senses, please, be all...
Worth recalling, worth living and dying for...
My beautiful you, my beautiful you...
Be Mine.
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What we Read, is Where we Go...
Tiny screams come wafting up and then just drift away,
As she scours down her bathroom, on a busy cleaning day.
Small voices in a panic; she hears them yell and screech,
While scrubbing down the place they live with smelly chlorine bleach.
She bends an ear to listen close, then hears a teensy voice.
“Mercy mercy, show us please. We know you have a choice.”
She thinks of spidey in her bath only days before.
She’d coaxed him up the shower stall and gently to the floor.
A paper cup left standing near, to trap all errant bugs,
She often shooed them out the door with everything but hugs.
Spiders, moths and aphids; one time a little mouse,
All were free to live their lives, but not within her house.
Just yesterday the life she saved was but a lowly worm.
Traveling misbegotten trails; his doom was her concern.
And now these many little cries implore her to be kind.
To put away her chlorine bleach and give them all more time.
Their pleading falls on ears gone deaf and sadly each will learn;
She’d rather give a bug a break, than spare one filthy germ.
Although you don't mean to be,
you're funny to behold
and when you pull those faux-pas,
my laughter can't be controlled.
First you tie yourself in knots
and then climb up the wall.
I find you in the laundry
or in the shower stall.
Once you rolled across the bed
and then fell on your head.
Looked at me as if to say
"If you laugh at me, you're dead."
Tried to jump to sit by me
and you missed the chair.
You just turned and stared at me
like you didn't have a care.
You perched on the curtain rod,
the queen of all you see.
but when you lost your footing
you got up and glared at me.
When you tried to get a drink
and in the toilet fell,
almost choked, so not to laugh,
but I knew that you could tell.
When you find a paper bag,
you think that it's your house;
crawl inside and try to hide,
like you were a tiny mouse.
When it's time to have a bath,
you howl and scratch and scream.
When you're soaped and soaking wet,
your eye takes on dang'rous gleam
You play with bathroom tissue
and really make a mess,
but I just put up with you,
'cause I couldn't love you less.
When you make funny faces,
I really want to laugh,
but I do restrain myself,
because you don't get the gaffe.
All in all, I have to say
that cats are comical,
but all their crazy antics
make life so wonderful.
The hamper of my youth was built
Into the bathroom wall.
You got undressed and tossed your clothes
Next to the shower stall.
When I left home, a laundry bag
Held items for the wash,
As much as in a canvas sack
Your arms could cram or squash.
Today a wicker basket
Is where clothing sits and waits
‘Til the day it’s overflowing
‘Cause of what accumulates.
Be it basket, bag or hamper,
Take a glance and you’ll know when
You must empty out the contents
Just to fill it once again.
To the facts we often would allude
Not only are you vulgar but so crude;
(Also vain if you want to add that.)
What you did thought was implicit
To everyone else seemed to be illicit.
Was obscene, absurd and ridiculous
Language used completely ludicrous;
Sure looked suspicious leaving scene;
Left trail of blood from a ruptured spline.
Philosophy often contained curiosity
Face looked awful committing an atrocity;
For hours and days did sit and stare
At women with bodies that were bare.
Poems he wrote were always incomplete
Continually forgot to raise toilet seat
Laughed so much and could not quit
Left his mark by dribbling all over it.
Left town and went on an expedition
After breaking rules about prohibition
Looked at oddly when orange hair observed;
Avoid my miserable body drivers swerved.
Appeared to be apparent us he loathed
When his filth was seen all unclothed
On arm wore image of Putin tattooed
Everyone thought was vulgar and crude.
We are starting to think that
Trump is no laughing matter
at all. Should clumsily slip
and break stupid neck in
shower stall.
Jim Horn
Woke up during night when I found
this poem on my mind hanging around.
Strange. It said that my poem was
written on February 15th. It is the
16th here already in Bolivia, NC
where I live. Oh, well.
~
Morning sun whispers
on down feather pillows
Soft autumn breezes
through young weeping willows
Hot coffee laughter
at contagious yawning
You in my arms
as a new day is dawning
~
November wishes
and cinnamon tickles
Shower stall steam
with warm water trickles
Passionate sighs
at your skin softly gleaming
Your lips on mine
is the essence of dreaming
~
Starting the day with
a meadowlark singing
Every smile to
my face you are bringing
Affections rejoice
in this early endeavor
Hoping this morning
will last for forever
~
Aunt Marilda’s house and closet were full of felines of all types.
long-haired, short-haired, tabbies, pumas, and mice-hunting snipes.
we knew what we were inheriting when she passed on a rainy day.
who is going to clean out those animals? Asked persnickety aunt Kay.
there were live ones in addition to the ones on the chairs in the kitchen.
my aunt was irritated about her hoarder sister, she could not stop ’n.
six nieces and one nephew were not eager to stay for the show.
there were three living sisters, and they were all “in the know”.
Gladys took the closet, Stephanie and Yvetee cleaned out her stove.
there surely is not a cat inside that! Said my uncle who hid in an alcove.
they are everywhere! Said a niece who had brought along six live traps.
she had already caught sixteen of them and said “maybe this is a wrap!”
Aunt Marilda’s pots and pants, curtains, and shower stall all had cats.
some sat on their plump oversized bottoms; some were chasing rats.
one cat way up high hissed at everyone who came anywhere near.
cat shoes were found in the closet. Steph yelled “Marilda is here!”
we nieces and nephews were not sure exactly what she meant.
until we began smelling cinnamon, cloves, and peppermint.
popular scents of Aunt Marilda, her spirit must be quite near.
uncle yelled at the cat “Marilda, get your petootsie down here!”
Black cat jumped off the counter as if he had fallen from a nest.
Leaped onto Uncle’s shirt and slid down, tearing up his chest.
It’s Marilda all right! Uncle yelped. She always despised me.
His sisters cackled like witches as they drank their orange tea.
tune could not carry
horrible sound would vary
and also very
latest scuttlebutt
trump should keep his big mouth shut
bury with King Tut
they will realize
after hearing all the cries
forgot my french fries
peter forgot to pay paul
when he slipped in shower stall
out from had to haul
many need to feed
must have a group who agreed
should no longer speed
stock market did dive
many hard times would arrive
with God should survive
Although you don't mean to be,
you're funny to behold
and when you pull those faux-pas,
my laughter can't be controlled.
First you tie yourself in knots
and then climb up the wall.
I find you in the laundry
or in the shower stall.
Once you rolled across the bed
and then fell on your head.
Looked at me as if to say
"If you laugh at me, you're dead."
Tried to jump to sit by me
and you missed the chair.
You just turned and stared at me
like you didn't have a care.
You perched on the curtain rod,
the queen of all you see.
but when you lost your footing
you got up and glared at me.
When you tried to get a drink
and in the toilet fell,
almost choked, so not to laugh,
but I knew that you could tell.
When you find a paper bag,
you think that it's your house;
crawl inside and try to hide,
like you were a tiny mouse.
When it's time to have a bath,
you howl and scratch and scream.
When you're soaped and soaking wet,
your eye takes on dang'rous gleam
You play with bathroom tissue
and really make a mess,
but I just put up with you,
'cause I couldn't love you less.
When you make funny faces,
I really want to laugh,
but I do restrain myself,
because you don't get the gaffe.
All in all, I have to say
that cats are comical,
but all their crazy antics
make life so wonderful.
Written 9/9/16
The rain starts at night
makes it cozy for sleeping
Continues through daybreak
awakens in me the sinking
realization that as far as
sunshine, blue skies, flowers and all
I’ll get to see them in June ~
May’s naught but a shower stall
Take my each poem
then apply to everyone
may like to read them
when he liked to landscape
did cut down my each drape
then tried to escape
when (she)(he)(Jill)(Bill)(Jan)(Stan)(they) etc. would covet
instead of saying shove it
always did love it
When She (He) etc seem so cute
Would begin wearing bathing suit
While he(she) was a brute,
which was a tribute
cost a loot of loot
Instead of a being a bathing suit
with a horn that had to toot
when wearing a repellent
had been horribly hard to tell it
(she)(he) etc. was shot with a pellet
when it was above all(which way)
to call cards she was way to tall
how the (which way) dice (chips)(cards) will(did)(had to) fall
(game we had to call)
(dealer was a doll)
(always would appall)
(was seen in shower stall)
Invited to Vote for Hillary
There was a gorgeous, great finale'
When we went to the Hillary rally
To debate' rules they had adherence
She had Top Secret Security Clearance.
Occasionally we heard Bernie mumble
Repeat words and on some stumble
And very last thing that we did recall
Yelled in speeches like in a shower stall.
News columnists would do an exclusive
On Bernie's throat that he was abusive
Tried to appear as some figure towering
With exacerbating voice over empowering.
At convention served communion water and wine
And Methuselah was the last man in line
As everyone had become much more happier
Because Hillary soon would be voting for her.
You could also call this:
"INVITED TO VOTE FOR HILLARY."
Jim Horn
In the shower stall
he presses up against me. . .
hot steam is rising
Nov. 7, 2019 for Richard Lamoureux's Sexyku Contest
I
Lay
Here at the bottom of my shower stall
Unable to stand
Because the weight of the situation
hit me so hard in the gut
and I wince from the pain
That radiates from
My heart
And
Shallow breathing
Is
All
I can feel
To know
That I am still alive
Bowing
My head down to the sorrow
A makeshift prayer for the unbeliver
to an imaginary god
Begging for compassion
Such a cruel sense of humor
the universe
has
to
tear me apart in love
then
to sew me back up again
false sense of security
to say that my new life would begin
Will something bring me comfort
And
relief
and just let us be
Tony, my angel......... you saved me
And
And images of you
Race through my mind
My eyelids as I gaze
At my heavenly white ceiling
Pleading for just one more shot
To
Love
You
Till the end
I won’t lie, steal or cheat
I’ll save the world, I will do it all
If something out there
Heeds my call
Groping the slippery walls
Just to stand tall
Nothing has ever
Been done
By watching it fall
Here is where I’ll stay
Living breathing
Just to love you everyday.