Best Tatoos Poems
...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.
When I met her, she was on the mend,
and she knew.. what I was after...
and I said I'd catch her when I can,
She said to push that walker a lil' faster.
She had her a "lectric wheel chair,
I just had my old walker and me,
she was pretty fast for a blue hair...
"till I crashed into her I.V. tree...
Well, they fitted my leg with plaster,
and I kinda forgot what I was after...
"till one day,
she wheeled in to see me,
Yep. Said she'd come ta free me!
Now we sit together,
cozy up and talk about the weather.
We compare wrinkled tatoos,
and guess what they are,
we may share a shot of booze,
we don't go too awful far...
We keep our orthepedic shoes
under the same bed,
and I retired as a walker stalker,
meals on wheels keeps us fed
and we keep our teeth...
in the very same locker.
("Nite Nite, Darlin.")
First of Ike and Jane sequence...Reposted to help PD with smiles request. : )
...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.
When I met her, she was on the mend,
and she knew.. what I was after...
and I said I'd catch her when I can,
She said to push that walker a lil' faster.
She had her a "lectric wheel chair,
I just had my old walker and me,
she was pretty fast for a blue hair...
"till I crashed into her I.V. tree...
Well, they fitted my leg with plaster,
and I kinda forgot what I was after...
"till one day,
she wheeled in to see me,
Yep. Said she'd come ta free me!
Now we sit together,
cozy up and talk about the weather.
We compare wrinkled tatoos,
and guess what they are,
we may share a shot of booze,
we don't go too awful far...
We keep our orthepedic shoes
under the same bed,
and I retired as a walker stalker,
meals on wheels keeps us fed
and we keep our teeth...
in the very same locker.
("Nite Nite, Darlin.")
Composed and Written by-
Robert A. Dufresne
There he lies sleeping,
what used to be my blonde hair,
blue eyed little boy,
who is now no longer mine.
He is his own person,
a man in age, but not in actions.
His arms are covered in what
I consider meaningless tatoos;
"In memory of Matt" and
"Only God can judge me"
are just a few.
I wonder if he remembers Matt?
How can he remember and still
continue doing what he is doing?
Does he truely believe
only God can judge him?
If he did, he would change his ways.
The bullets around his wrist
remind me of a watch
Only instead of telling time
they tell fate.
I pray every night that
they are not his fate.
I pray that the funeral
I have planned in my head won't happen.
Yet I know it will take more than prayers
to stop the madness he has created.
It will also take courage and will on his part.
Only God knows if he will one day find them both.
I've asked God countless times for the answer,
telling him it would help me
find the courage and will to go on.
The answer has yet to come.
Is it because God knows if he gave it to me,
it would take away the courage and will
I don't think I have?
we see the sun almost everyday
when it's not hiding behind
a thick haze
we live near tall buildings
that hide the moon
and the lights of the city
makes the sky a dark gloom
what chance have i to make it
to the beach
i'm poor and have nothing
so it's out of my reach
our birds are pigeons
not much to see
and our wildlife the rats
with whom we compete
our beauty is different
than beauty you know
our beauty is make up
and sometimes tatoos
tatoos of the very things you speak
the sun the moon
and a beautiful beach
It tore my heart apart a time or two
Chance after chance left me to lose
It never did get any better promises to a fool
But I chose to believe bruises were tatoos
Significance in sorry led me back to you
Came from a mortar shooting blanks for clues
I can't deny, I filled them in like a context fool
Never reading between lines ignoring truth
A run on sentence every jury would conclude
Insanity was my plea losing to a goon
Modern day Robinhood snatching souls for jewels
Implanting seeds sprouted using for tools
To continue his raft after coming too
Why do we continue, If it hurts so bad to
Simply because of choices now I have to
Having one's person embellished with tattoos is all the rage today.
Used to be that only carousing tars got tattooed in old Mandalay!
They might have an 'anchor' or 'Mother' branded upon their chest,
Their ship's name or a naughty quote of which they were obsessed!
As an inquisitive lad I paid a dime to see tattooed ladies on a dare,
Where they 'bared' their gaudy hides at a carnival or the county fair!
Nowadays, for free I can see 'art' displayed on gals sashaying down the street.
Some are very discreet - others flaunt tatoos most everywhere replete!
Let me hasten to say it's none of my affair - I think they're very brave,
But do they realize they're stuck with the things 'til planted in the grave?
I can hear this question from their grandkids when they become a granny:
"Nana! What are all those funny pictures doing on your arms and fanny?"
Entry for Carol Eastman's "Humor Contest"
Haggis hype
Bagpipes bleating like unshorn sheep
Tartan theatrical - military tatoos
Scotland cloning Dolly the Sheep
National pride - Robbie Burns, poet, bard of Auld Lang Syne
Highlands of ancient rocks, rift vallies
natural beauty, layers of worth
Loch Ness, geologic scooped, water serene
Nessie settled in depths, unseen
sonar detection elusive
marine monster of geeky charm
conjured in gift shop puffery
Nessie hat, Dragon like, tucked above protruding ears
In Edinburgh's historic streets
Whiskey fed men, burly, bearded
strut
wrapped in kilts
traditional garb
plaid, pleated, blessed, dressed
in woolen scratchiness (avoid a public itch)
Breezy kilts wrap manly legs menaced by
thigh high thistles
Scottish reach prickly
No matter
Scots men, image strong
(ignore the thistles and street whistles)
brimming swagger like malt liquor
skirting scavengers in exploration peaks
men in kilts (minimalism denied)
protectors of the realm
unafraid
to let it all hang out
Poem composed: March 10, 2021
An abundance of zips, leather and whips,
Full length tatoos and piercings through lips,
Above and below, some off, some on show,
The next time the ball's on you really should go.
How delightfully they serve, to those with the nerve,
The passions and dreams of the discerning perve.
See the waxen legged man in stilletoed high heel.
And the bare breasted woman who wants you to feel.
Try the electric charged probe, come on have no fear,
It's so de rigeur, cat whips were last year.
Genitalia of all forms, sex and size,
Is flashed at the bash, it's a treat for the eyes,
So come one, come all to the grand rubber night,
Leave your worries behind have a sensory delight.
It's nice, naughty fun for one, three or two,
You'll see me there naked - I'd love to see you!
Make it all your play thing darlin'
this world you trapse through bemused
amused? smiling wicked walking by
those lonely hearts abused
Each and every sunset you awaken to
leaves the sun regretting you
being unleashed as the harsh wind blew
Coldly
Coldly you smoldered me
openly, open me and peer inside
Apathetic to what you find and left here now to die
Ive run before too darlin'...she cried as i said goodbye
yet with compassion I fled in right time
as her sobs still haunted my mind
....but you're fine
feelings are for those who feel
love is a theft where there is a heart to steal
nothing about you is real
nothing about you is real...
A mask of smiles and tatoos to conceal
nothing about you is real
In the end i hope realization rushes in
grabs your soul shaking it,
recreating it
a newfound joy of love making it
But here your charred bridges black
will trap your past, forbidding comeback
and here you will know heartache
here you will see all twisted roads lead back to you
and feel the pain you put me through
Still a man you know
Still got the blood flowing inside of me
Still got my act together
Still believe in the art on my body
So long as you don’t profile me
I am your brother
I am your son
I am your father
I will be a grandfather
If you let me live
Got love to give
Got faith to believe
Got a job to do
Got a family to care for
If you free me from this bondage
We are your children too
This country is rightly ours too
We choose to express ourselves this way
Each pierce a symbol
Stories untold to the world unless asked
The skin caused us to be enslaved
The tattoos show the emergence
The mind is free
The country spells freedom
So why must we continue to fight for it
Upon seeing a friend all draped up in tattoos and a wonderful young man who could be misjudged for the outer image.
Drops
Falling
Drops leaving stains
Drops
Falling
Am I the stain? Do I harbour the stains?
Drops falling from above
They seem to come in unison
Why do I feel?
Why do I feel not?
The stains are not a bother
Whether by me or the drops
They are my tattoos
I'll wear them wherever I go
I'll wear them proud
Let's do it now before its too late.
The more we move closer,
The more i feel it nearer.
The more it comes closer,
The more our love becomes stronger.
Than we thought, it's becoming faster.
Oh! I can't hold it any longer
coz, it's now greater
Which makes it easier.
Let's quickly do it
That we might reach its peak in season.
Time's almost up for us to be marred or left to live.
It's our only choice for it to be kept burning.
Let me touch thy tatoos
And unveil that which no man has
Ever seen. Just this once, so as to sow a seed
For here they come to mar us,
And destroy all we both worked for.
We have a collective memory still
Encoded in the body's text
Beyond the bland spate of tatoos
And meaningless calligraphy of the skin
We in ourselves carry that history
Inscribed in cloth and song
Uncontested as some commune
In their apologetics for wrong.
We carved wood to ensure
Distinctions as atoms make
When neutrons define in every lake
Of visions shifting dunes, a set record
No fire could burn, and time could not erase
By the substitute and strategy of the tongue
Your Alzheimer was your private burden
I always knew who you were
And even clearer, who I am.
You said you were grief,
the marbled tears will not flow.
Was it not much softer
to accept the life
as a design of death?
You needed the continuity of the sorrow.
Why were you seeking the ending ?
The visible effect was mirage,
the guilt of genocide.
We emptied our tatoos
on the road,
driving the emotions to insanity
Everything moved towards
the precipice, rejecting the sky.
Sorrow was part of joy, my adversary.
I wished to separate
the fear from the cells.
The pain of perennial setbacks chipped away the ladders.
I stood there at the level
of death, demanding rocks.
SATISH VERMA
Gone are the days
when we used to wave
used to play we
used to rave
about flowers and children
and really tall buildings
that touch the sky
and the hearts of
all that walk by
hoping for the chance
to settle in this
city that we love so much.
Gone are the days
when we used to cry we
used to sigh we
used to feel low
when somebody died
but the visions the feed us
begin to bleed us
and the young feed on them
to come full circle again
in this dream of reality
we call life and death.
Gone are the days
when we used to kiss we
used to hug we
used to miss each other
when we were apart
even when we were
together....holding hands
so tight we left
prints on the back of our palms
marking our arms
with tatoos of I LOVE YOU
found in the Psalms
Proverbs and the Song of Solomon
but ignorance from our
next of kin
won't allow us to ever win
til' these days of ours
are going, going
Gone are the days
Gone are the nights
Gone are the humans.