Best Size Poems
“The Queen-Sized Bed”.
© London F. Buss
A queen-size bed was coming slowly,
down the rough dirt track.
As it drew closer,
The wheels clumsily mounted on the base of each leg,
rattled like a hospital gurney on the stones.
The bed was being pushed slowly,
ever so, carefully.
By a weary old man in tattered clothes and worn-out shoes.
as he drew closer, and closer,
I saw that he was pushing his dying wife who was,
lying in a dressing gown under the covers,
in the Queen-Sized Bed.
He pushed carefully trying not to shake the bed,
excessively.
His wife's head was supported by four pillows,
she had wispy strings of silver white hair.
She was dying.
Several I.V. Bottles dangled off a hook,
And dripped painkillers into her arm.
She was awake but barely conscious,
I wondered where they were going,
but in my heart, I knew...
privacy for an hour,
I came back as the sun was setting.
I found them together sitting on the bed,
Looking over the ocean.
The old man was holding his dying wife,
in his arms… stroking her silver hair under the sparkling,
southern cross.
They were sharing her last sunset as,
the dying embers of a fiery sun faded into the ocean.
Night fell and I walked home alone,
I had witnessed love real love,
something I had never experienced,
something I had never known.
If you’re near Cowell and you look hard enough,
You may just find the queen-size bed,
with a tattered mattress and exposed springs,
quietly rusting away outside a decrepit ruin of a barn.
Take a closer look at the legs and you will find four rusting,
gurney wheels.
and if you approach quietly on a moonlit night,
you will hear soft sobbing in the whistling wind,
as it dreams of that dying sunset,
under the southern cross...
and the milky way lights up the sky,
soaring into the heavens
as the angels sing.
I wrote this non fiction poem
For Debra Jean..
You are a plus size model: sexy, hot
Emaciated woman, you are not!
You have the curves; you have the booty too
Those skinny girls don’t hold a shine to you
You know you’re fat and yet you have that flair
You’re beautiful; you make them stop and stare
You claim your rolls are good enough to eat
Your man, he sees you as a tasty treat
You’ve got tattooed Miss Piggy on your arm
I think that it’s delightful- quite the charm
You flaunt yourself In Big Girl style with verve
Make men just want to touch your every curve
Oh Tess, I do confess, you make me feel
That Big Girls too can have that sex appeal
Eileen Manassian Ghali
No matter nature’s placement woes
Of ears and lips and eyes and nose
Or beauty’s plan for symmetry
That makes us each a you and me
No matter fingers, hands or feet
Or weight to lose and scales to cheat
Of length and girth for short or tall
Appendages a size too small
The heart of kindness knows no rules
Of gracefulness that’s learned in schools
Instead its beauty rests assured
Its favor need not be implored
For love which guides a gentle soul
That cares and carries love’s patrol
Needs not to worry form’s design
Most beautiful is love divine
I swam in a river of uncertainties,
as Mr moon gave me his back.
Somber dreams caress my skin,
the light within my eyes is dark.
On my last trip to the milky way,
I was sad, because it had melted.
2-20-19
Resubmitted:5/28/2021
Contest: Bite Size Poetry
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Super size your life
Live extra large
At love's drive-up window
Kisses no charge
Giggles on the side
With life's hot sauce
Squeezies to go
Hugsies no cost
Big joyful shakes
How much do I owe
Two spoons of love
And smiles to go
Fried morsels of bliss
Is this month's toy
You're next in line
For double size joy
Fast food for the soul
Is a happy refrain
So O.D. on the good times
And come back again!
Bob Dylan song- Gotta Serve Somebody
King Size Bull-Crap
You may be living in a king size house
Sleeping in a king size bed
Laying on a king size mattress
With a king size pillow for your head
You may have a king size diamond
And wear a king size ring
Or you may be living in a king size mess
Messing up everything
You may have a king size wallet
And you may have a king size car
But if you don't have a king size heart
It won't take you very far
You may use a king size mirror
For your morning face
Or you may dress up like a Barbie doll
With your king size make-up case
You may have a king size suit
And wear a king size tie
Or you may be living in a plastic bubble
Telling a king size lie
You may ride a king size Harley
Or a truck with king size tires
You may even be a fireman
Who puts out king size fires
Don't walk around like you're all that
From the bull-crap you've been fed
Just be yourself and just stay cool
Don't wear a king size head
I read Darryl Ashton’s poem Called Pinocchio Rex and this brought back
memories of a childhood incident
When I grew up we had a smallholding – the house was called ‘Longacre’ as we
had over an acre of land. Over the years we had chickens, pigs named Pinky
and Porky and a goat called Susie… she had kids called Billy and Nanny – guess
I was no good at names back then… but I digress
Attached to the house was a small village shop but my parents also made a
small income from selling fresh eggs and in the summer home grown
strawberries – I would help pick washing baskets of them and bag them up to
sell.
Every week a little old man would arrive for his dozen eggs and if the shop was
shut he would ring the doorbell. He wore a pointed felt hat, had steely blue
eyes and the most enormous nose you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to him
my parents nicknamed him 'Pinocchio'.
When I was aged about 7 years old the doorbell rang – mum was busy baking
in the kitchen so I answered it. There in front of me stood this old man wanting
his eggs. Mum shouted from the kitchen
‘Who is it Janet?’
I replied ‘Oh its only Pinocchio’
At once mum appeared from the kitchen, her face was the colour of beetroot.
She apologised for the comment from her ‘cheeky daughter’ The man
purchased his eggs and walked away – never to return!
The moral of this true tale is that parents ALWAYS tell the truth and that
children have ears the size of an elephant and a mouth just as big … so if you
don’t want them to repeat something YOU have said keep it zipped!
Jan Allison
11th August 2014
Size don't matter
When it comes to a lot of things
Like the size of your ears
Even better to hear my sweet loving words
Or the size of your nose
Better to take in the sweet loving smell of passion
The size of your deriere
Better to watch you swing and sway to the music
The size of your boobies
So soft and alluring and.........
SORRY! Had to take a bit of a break here!
The size of your smile so wide and alluring
That invites me to come hither
To drink in your sweet nectar of love
When you touch my ....................
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naked and exhausted!!!
(The above lines were censored by the
Poetry Soup Morality Police)
:)
© Jack Ellison 2014
Grows the night when breaths lay
quietly
On obscure spaces fluid as the wind,
Where clouds of rest become a
hammock ,
Lulling frayed nerves with incense
As blend of matter and being cleaves-
For beyond dimensions...grows the
the night.
Fireflies reel as autumn arrives
Shimmering into kohl of night,
Tiny plumes charm ...in moonlit dives
To rollercoast until twilight--
To later fade, die from my sight!
If there is a battle
between good and evil
I am not here to tip the scale
For every dollar I earn
I waste
For every dollar I spend
I take
For every time I tried
I failed
For every time I failed
It was because I was lying
To myself
So easy to gain trust
So hard to lose it
So hard to find inner power
So easy to abuse it
I am not here to tip the scale
I am here to set it on fire
So we can see it.
she preferred a bulge
the one inside my wallet
now i’m just ~ hard up
By
David Kavanagh
King size bull -crap -collaboration
You may be living in a king size house
Sleeping in a king size bed
Laying on a king size mattress
With a king size pillow for your head
You may have a king size wallet
And a king size car
But if you don't have a king size heart
It won't take you very far
Rather dump you in middle of nowhere
You may use a king size mirror
For your morning face
Or you may dress up as a Barbie doll
With your king size make-up case
You may have a king size suit
And wear a king size tie
Or you may be living in a plastic bubble
Telling a king size lie
You may ride a king size Harley
Or with a truck of king size tires
You may even be a fireman
Who puts out king size fires
You may lose a king size Nation
Like a tree with king size rings
You may even be a salesmen
To invest in king size bling
Don't walk around like you're all that
From the bull-crap you have been fed
Just be yourself and just stay cool
Don't wear a king size head
15/8/2018
The first king size bed was fashioned nearly two thousand years ago,
Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, manufacturers we all know.
There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmons for the bed,
Nor a chenille bedspread or foam pillows upon which to rest His head.
The bed was not located in a cozy Hampton Inn or Embassy Suites,
But in a lowly stable with a bed of straw sans snowy-white sheets.
The first King size bed was a simple manger for a royal destined to rule!
A King of Kings was born whose birthday we celebrate this joyous Yule!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Rondelet: "Reduce the size and population of the state."
"Ensure that even though the people have tools of war (...) they will not use them (...) they will be reluctant to move to distant places because they look on death as no light matter. (...) Bring it about that the people will (...) find relish in their food And beauty in their clothes, Will be content in their abode And happy in the way they live." Tao Te Ching, LXXX. Transl. by D. C. Lau. (Penguin Books).
Population
Cut sex: immigration will stop
Population
Well almost: miscegenation
Humans put sex at utmost top:
Aids herpes chlamydia crop up
Population
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012