Best Stopper Poems
My heart stopped as you took my breath away
You are the brightest part of every day
Years do not matter you are still sublime
The best part off life is that you are mine
I possess you but not in a bad way
It is our dance a game that we both play
I live in a dream with you in my arms
I will never be immune to your charms
I feel the beat of your glorious heart
I continue to explore every part
You are the one who wipes away my tears
You kept your promise to always be here
I soak you up within my whole being
So satisfied with what I am feeling
So now when I laugh it shows in my eyes
The essence of me has been realized
The heart that you stopped is beating strong
I am so thankful that you came along
Prosti-tots, Oh hail!
To the ubberous amounts of stage make -up,
The three year old thong, not made in size four,
Hairspray to threaten the ozone for getting in its way,
Shouting parents, too humble to whisper,
Made-up sex toys, batteries not included: they run off natural sugar instead,
Mistic tans: 30 $
Hair-pieces:50$
Swim-wear:250$
False teeth:500$
Lessons in Poise and dance: 600$
Travel expenses: 1,000$
Living your overaged dreams through prepubescent minors:priceless
There are some dreams money can't buy; for everything else there's child pagents
how many times whiplash before neck
broken we fall before thee, prostrate,
dead.
crawling through backways,
squirming, recoiling,
is it a prayer or a deathwish. can it be
both. or, maybe, it is a leaking faucet
drip
into a sink with a stopper.
hand in hand,
drip
we have
so much
drip
potential.
When the wind blows I have failed
So upon my head it shall hail
For I don't deserve such a title
If I can't stop something so vital.
My name is the Wind Stopper
and Wind I must stop
I have saved a town once or twice
but I have failed when a girl flew her kite.
You may not think that wind is bad
But you haven't seen the tings I have
A vicious storm can take a life
Is it worth living without your wife?
I once had a wife
but she was taken from me
A huge wind storm had taken her life
So I stop wind, now you see.
Exhausted by the wind, the rain pelting gently,
Quiet as the night who sighs in shadows,
haphazardly over the skies, breathing wisdom
In stars glistening and glimmering, awake like the heart
Who knows the meaning of being intimate
With life, with smiles, insights into the music…
Music of tears, peaceful and soft like the feelings
Bleeding through the heart, the soul
Who knows – yes, the one who knows about pain,
Memories who tease away the temptation to listen
Beyond the moment, the truth, the hopefulness –
Into the promise of tomorrow,
the prayer fading
Silent like the soothing of a wind who brings gestures,
Grace blowing like laughter through the branches,
Nestled in boughs who lean to and fro,
beckoning to the
Spirit who knows – yes, and even the wind knows –
This blessing from the Son, the One who glows, quietly
Yet, showier – louder than any sun has ever shown!