Best Suiters Poems
A face pack guaranteed to make Miffy’s face look year’s younger.
She had never had enough suiters to add up to a husband, so she bought it.
She packed it on one Saturday night, and avoided church on Sunday.
For the face pack refused to come off.
For weeks she refused to go anywhere, thinking it would fade.
Nothing took it off, even the sun did not fade it. It was azure blue.
She started going to the market, and to other places, little by little.
She wore a large headscarf, and diverted her head but the kids saw her.
“Hey Mom! There is that Blue Lady!” they would yell.
People renamed her Blue Lady and she became popular.
People liked her better than they had ever liked her before.
She was nicer now, kinder, more empathetic.
She understood people with trauma a lot better now.
She was not as quick to judge.
A wonderful man decided to date her.
The night before their wedding her face pack fell off.
Fate in her best moment.
As a certified, bona fide woman of a grown-up sixteen,
she light-stepped with grace thru the baroque castle.
She wanted to tell her Father of the déjà vu she gleaned
at last night’s élan party scene with a man who dazzled.
She gave her fantasies carte blanche to freely travel
for she was but a love dilettante, still romance green
and unsure what her anomaly feelings could mean.
She found the King, Father, leaning on an avant-garde mantel,
his manner ennui, despite the cacophony of swords at cavil.
Knowing her, he said, "No talk of new suiters, many already battle."
... CayCay Jennings
January 25, 2018
She tempts with velvet lips and smiles
the cradle of her fruits are borne;
cavorting down the orchard aisles,
now gentle on this frosty morn.
Within her teasing flirting flaunts
she tempts with velvet lips and smiles
and on this day shows what we want -
her lacy petticoat beguiles.
With taunting wind and temper riled
much like her sister's winter chill,
she tempts with velvet lips and smiles,
reminding suiters at her will.
When then, as we're to turn away,
into the room adorned in style
to celebrate the last of May
she tempts with velvet lips and smiles
A gorgeous woman
her heart was exceedingly pure
She was selfless and godly
But her birthmark scared off potential suiters
Those who did not understand full beauty
A loving woman
She was patient and kind
Her compassion struck a chord in many hearts
They saw her for who she was
Beyond the birthmark
An empathetic woman she became a bride
And a marvelous mother to six lucky children
Who thought women without a birthmark were missing something
The empathy and compassion of their loving mother
Did The People Crucify Jesus?
Our power
This hour.
The gov
We have.
Our right
Hold tight.
Dismiss
The kiss.
Lovers
Suiters.
Over
Clever.
No more
Close door.
Miss DLL Sue is a gorgeous polka dotted blue
Said the owl soldiers assigned to the loo
She has a merry attitude and disposition too
She is down to earth, not all fru-fru.
What is the maiden’s name? Asked Little Stew.
He was one of many interested, not just a few.
They call her Hoot Owl Daisy Lee Lynn Sue.
She twirls and dances a dainty petite soft shoe.
Many enjoyed having this quick overview.
They rarely see a new owl with a pretty hairdo.
She attracted most of the bachelors at Battalion Q.
She had so many suiters, that soon away she flew.
Written 4/28/22
Contest: To Lighten the Load
Sponsor: Angela Tune
which words
makes him stumble
those he wishes to hear
or those he longs to hear
which words do she want to hear
those that causes togetherness
or those that divides loneliness
might the two be the same?
Pups followed her home from this place and that.
She had bulldogs, basset hounds, and puppies so fat.
They followed her inside and lay down on her bed.
The mattress was cozy underneath each little head.
Her almost suiters were astounded to see the scene.
They said, “This is ridiculous!” One sounded quite mean.
You do not understand, she said. Here, I am the queen.
And my love for dogs and puppies is immensely keen.
Patrimonia’s beauty fooled men, who focused on her companions
Two wolves with enormous heads, who seemed ominously frightful.
Potential suiters did what they could to try to get past them
Not realizing the wolves were not the most dangerous of the three
Hair of auburn, amber eyes with golden glints, Patrimonia was magic.
Her skin was as delicate as her heart was unforgiving and diabolical.
Like a giant recluse spider, she ate men up one feeling at a time,
Tossing them over the castle gates after they were gasping for air.
Her girlish figure, and her satin gowns practically screamed princess.
Fearful of her guardians, not realizing both wolves were terrified of her.
Each male had to learn for himself, for they each wanted to believe
That beauty and goodness walk together
Temptress beside the river
she beckons me from a hill
Lust permeates my body
driven insane by her shrill
Temptation does pirouettes
Dancing naked within reach
unquenched and oozing fire
let me taste you, I beseech
Temptress blindfolds my eyes
her suiters are nothing like me
Ego seduces the conscience
when passes are seemingly free
Temptation is wearing a veil
insatiable between the sheets
Together we undulate in sin
as her hair caresses my feet
Temptress is a hall of mirrors
warping everything I can’t see
Projecting a sirens darkness
into surrealistic fantasies
Temptation controls the mist
morphing through my dreams
Brings me inside quasi heaven
slave to her orgasmic screams
Temptress is an open invite
closed mind’s always cheat
Spiked was the vamps chalice
alas addiction’s bitter sweet
Temptation, I sup her last drop
then go searching for desert
Back into the vales of yonder
one hour before she gave birth
By
David Kavanagh
Dreaming of frogs playing guitars, lounging on a campfire pyre,
Her manifestation of these little hopping miniatures tickled her
Naturally nude with an upside down hat, she was uninhibited, fully exhibited.
Two prissy potential suiters ran out screaming, recognizing her strength.
Attitudes of grandeur did not play in her head.
She meant no harm to these males; yet they had been clearly terrified.
Women who are fantastical and barbastical confuse ones who are weak.
She did not wave, frankly, had not noticed they left. She was playing a harp with her bear.
Is she bizarre, modern, an alien or just weirdly avant-garde?
Status quo relatives who were watching were also consternated.
Their brains often pitter-patted by the norms society revers.
Creativity was outside their jurisdiction, thank God!
Pink woman’s frog dreams led to a parade of unicorns and eunuchs,
Horrifying the refined who sneaked peeks at her surrealistic attitude.
Why can she not conform? What is wrong with her?
Hell. How did they get into my dream state Pink wondered.
The watchers did not realize her spontaneity was a result of natural play-ity.
Which is why she moved away from them, for how could brilliance stay?
She took the frogs, unicorns and eunuchs with her of course.
The bear elected to remain. He loved frightening the relatives.
UNCANNY
A poem arises firmly from my thoughts.
I can see it reflected in my adversary's mind as well.
Mine is undeniably poetic, but theirs had an unsettling quality,
Mindful individuals with unusual liabilities!
Those two or three long lines on the forehead are simply lines of expression. (not)
I do remember their names: Errol, Wayne, and Manny
Those suiters were born deceivers implementing a series of strange plots.
It took women like me years to correct their mistakes.
Where are they now, lost men without the love of a woman?
I had made it my mission to look into their eyes.
The lines on their foreheads have aged with their bodies.
An embrace or a touch from them disgusts me.
They can see the hate as I slowly reject their touch.
I have rewritten those names through the years.
As Errol transformed into Mr. Uncanny,
Wayne became the manipulator,
while Manny took on the role of Pied Piper.
Today, I observed a slight trait with Gen Z.
They seem overly enthusiastic about catering to the desires of their suitors.
Leaving so many of them with suicidal thoughts,
Words to the youth of today,
Protect your emotions carefully.
Getting a real love reaction is tricky.
The offspring of those vipers carry their father's DNA.
Chet was gaga on the floor kick your feet in love with Serenity
she did not feel exactly this way, but wanted to be in love too
there were no other suiters, so she gave it her best shot
It was not working so she took a new approach
she would try to fall in love with his family
it was an easier gig; his mother was hilarious.
his grandmother made her cherry cheesecake brownies.
falling in love with these brownies was the deal-maker
she agreed to marry him.
unfortunately, it was not enough.
Carmen has never tried to be pretty
Her six brothers warned her to stay plain.
But as she grew, she could not help herself.
Now they are scaring suiters away on a regular basis.
I got Jose, you get Pedro.
Done!
I shooed Thomas, you shoo Jesus.
You are asking me to shoo Jesus?
Alluring, bewitching, captivating, Myra the maid
Engaging, entrancing, enchanting, to the young blade
Her mannerisms and behaviors are most delightful
Words of charming advice, empathetic, and insightful
He brought her home to meet his overbearing mama
She slipped out a side door and rode home on a llama
Confident she could do better than this
A glorious woman who remained forever a miss
All of her life pursued by eager suiters day and night
Never settling, retaining herself, they could not extinguish her light