Best Under My Thumb Poems
I always had Angie Under My Thumb,
one day I heard her honking her car horn.
What had she just done with her anger,
my candy apple red vette she did Paint It Black.
She was yelling back at me,
You Can't Always Get What You Want.
Now I will Tumblin Dice for release,
my new car is a big mess.
Her blue Mustang car playing The Rolling Stones,
a car of Wild Horses sped off in a flash.
No more Honky Tonk Women for me,
guess I will go back to my old friend Ruby Tuesday.
I met ANGIE in a bar where grief drank quiet,
where HONKY TONK WOMEN spilled perfume and regret.
She moved like WILD HORSES with nowhere left to run—
said, “I’m safer UNDER MY THUMB than out in the open.”
She kissed like a dare and left like smoke.
On RUBY TUESDAY, she vanished into rain,
murmuring, “YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT,”
and I didn’t even try to stop her.
She used to laugh when we lost at TUMBLIN DICE,
but the last time she smiled, she was already gone.
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK, but some songs keep bleeding.
The Rolling Stones still hum behind my ribs.
Every track she touched skips now—
her chorus etched in static.
She didn’t take her coat,
just the part of me that knew how to stay warm.
From an early age she yearned for something great
What it was she did not know, but she really couldn’t wait
For many interests she had, both large and small
Her love of animals and great friendships, she grew with them all
An insecure father who controlled all around
Was mitigated by mom until she was ground down
All added to the general confusion we experience early in life
But our values and strength of character help us with strife
That we continuously face over our time on this earth
Which produces some grit and grime that impedes our search
For that pinnacle of happiness, whatever it is
The finding for some is like taking a quiz
On subjects we don’t quite understand
With no guarantee to reach that promised of lands
Of joy, contentment, bliss, all words that describe
Whatever we believe is that ultimate ride
Her journey is similar to many of us
It’s good times and bad that cause a great fuss
Her strengths are vision and commitment to move towards a goal
Not letting “reality”, pain, or confusion take too great a toll
Understanding that it isn’t just reaching the end
But enjoying the journey and making sure you ascend
To that place of places we all want to be
Our true heart’s yearning, I think you’ll agree
For her specifically, that is to say for my wife
She’s given me all that I wanted in life
A great family including kids, dogs, cats, horses, and then some
And encouragement to go after a calling that was right under my thumb
She’s a great friend, and remarkably so
That I want her to have that additional glow
That comes from achieving her ultimate heart’s yearning
Making something out of nothing, using passion and life’s learning.
WONDERFUL SURPRISE
where’s our white kitty?
on the plush blue bathroom rug
suckling 5 kittens
missed early breakfast
imagine our amazement
mamma cat new borns
it makes one wonder
how our tiny white kitty
had 5 black kittens?
talking minuscule
a tiny tiny kitten
hid under my thumb
Dave Austin
To hell with them! I never think of them
I forget they exist, until I spot them
Then I get mad!
Oh yes, I loathe them so, as much as I do roaches
I loathe them so much I feel like screaming
I wish I could urinate colonies of them off a log just for kicks
I never cared about their infinite diligence
They don't work for me anyway
And they sure don't work with me
I don't care that they carry off crumbs
That break off my bread. They continually invade
My home, overstaying their welcome.
They invade my pantry to suck honey and sugar
They snake across my countertop when they smell the aroma of spilt coffee
I always spray them dead, but they eventually come back two-fold!
I hate that they're too tiny to see from a distance
I take pleasure in crushing them under my thumb
Crawl far out of sight, you unsightly irritants!
And please, stop coming back for sweets!....
A Rant Poetry Contest/Winner(9th Place)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date written and posted: 08/30/2016
>>1111>>REVELATION>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<
date written:11.22.2015
"Angie" likes to brag, telling us all,
“I’ve got my guy Under my Thumb.”
The Rolling Stones might call her a “Honky Tonk Woman,”
but you sure can’t say she is dumb.
Her man is a wealthy gambler.
He gets a thrill watching ”Tumblin’ Dice.”
"You Can’t Always Get What You Want,"
but his Angie baby gets everything nice.
"Wild Horses” can’t keep that man of hers
from giving her the most expensive things.
He brings her flowers and chocolates
and buys her big, fancy, high-priced rings.
He loves his convertible that’s hot red, but
if she said to "Paint It Black", he’d do it anyway.
Yesterday I heard her casually tell him,
“Honey, don’t forget. I need my new 'Ruby Tuesday'.”
Is this what the Government
When I see how my money's spent
Taxing me of my last breath
Controlling voices in my head
Should have been a magician
Being so good at slight of hand
The only thing up his sleeve
Is the last dime of my money
Is this what the Government
Telling me how I should live
When I should smile when I should speak
To whom I should be listening
With Big Brother here to hold my hand
To tell me he will represent
Pretty please give me the keys
I'll be in charge, you won't need these
I'll keep you safe I'll keep you warm
Keep you away from all harm
Under my thumb you'll be kept
Isn't this what the Government
People, we are, and people evolve
Yet another mystery, overdue to be solved
If our views are predestined to, one day, change
Then proving our point, well it seems rather vain
I like to keep things, under my thumb
A predictable existence, nice and numb
I struggle to vouch for my current convictions
Knowing one day, I’ll coherently ditch them
If you don’t stand for something, for anything, you’ll fall
Tattooed by a sharpie in the handicap stall
and elsewhere, too, this quote, I’ve saw
But, people, we are, and people evolve
I am Lilith, like a ghost pipe
under oak shadows of Tomorrow River Valley
hiding in-between hours, roots sipping moonlit juice
borrowed from Eden, a deception of men ascending
into the hollow of my forgotten stories—
awaiting Judgment and Consumption,
theirs and mine.
I am the decider beside night’s veil
weighing their worth with serpentine grace,
tail hidden from men beneath the stars' cloak.
I am a corpse-plant resurrected, ancient
listening memory gleaned from the decomposed
feet beneath my feet bound too, my sisters—passing
arcane secrets, drained from the womb of a fecund
forest floor.
Pursing my shaded petals loosely, I decide
as I am Lilith with echoes of men—
whether to welcome bees' seeking, upside-
down crawling, let them enter my hung-over head
in full drooping bloom of bitter white,
or remain in my haunting place, sisters praising
the decayed earth from which I sprang where none
but poison ivy thrives, eternally waiting.
Waiting for a naturist or an open mind to find
then sever me clean, under my milky knees
soak my tender spine and shake my dusky bell-head
in potent distillations, freshly freed.
You must drown me before I decompose
with my story of unease untold this cycle—
before bees transform me into a taste
of fungal honey, night-blackening my stem,
whiplashing my ghost head skyward, now hollow
in its posturing tribute to useless sun—
You must pick me. Use me as analgesic, sip
on my secrets, but please leave my sisters be
so that I may come again through them
when discomfort returns,
for I am Lilith, with time's esoterica
tucked under my thumb, rooted in wait
for the cycle to begin again.
I have always loved The Rolling Stones and their song ... ANGIE,
speaks to my soul of love lost, kisses whispered, and letting go.
Their song UNDER MY THUMB took me to a place of pain,
where I was treated like a pet, abused, silent, I kept my thoughts.
PAINT IT BLACK reminded me of times in my life when,
I closed the door, leave me alone, let me grieve in peace, in the dark.
In YOU CAN'T GET WHAT YOU WANT, I see the times I wanted,
a connection with someone but they were too far gone for me to help.
TUMBLING DICE oh he had movie star looks and a love for,
gambling, could not pin him down, he was restless in a tumbling life.
In WILD HORSES I am taken to my childhood and and life just,
slipping away, sliding away, dragging me down with only dreams left.
I met him in a bar and we drove to New York on his motorcyle he,
called me HONKY TONK WOMAN and he is ever on my mind.
Days come and go, yesterday does not matter, new each new day, oh,
RUBY TUESDAY no chains holding you, let sadness slip away.
When I look deep I see
I'm my own worst enemy
Hard as it is to believe
Trying my best to destroy me
Most of what I think is right
Packaged sweetly comes back to bite
With heavy heart and heavy sigh
Far too often this I find
Always thinking of myself
Disguised as being here to help
Selfish needs for no one else
As I play the cards I've dealt
Like a box of squawk that talks
Snake in the weeds before it's caught
What you see both sold and bought
Here for me, I'm thinking not
Staking claim to dirty deeds
Whispering this is all you need
As under my thumb me I keep
Who needs enemies when I have me
Angie and Ruby, the Honky Tonk Women,
wanted to paint the honkytonk. Their heads started swimmin'
when I says, "Ruby, Tuesday's a good day to paint.
It should be sunny, but even if it ain't,
I'll have my radio blasting The Rolling Stones.
What kind of colors you want? What tones?"
"Paint it Black" says Ruby, but Angie, she says "white".
I says, "Tumblin' Dice can decide which is right."
Ruby said, "We got this old black paint from DuPont -
Angie, You Can't Always Get What You Want".
I painted up the honkytonk, nothing more to discuss.
I gazed at some Wild Horses, and picked a mean ol' cuss,
tired of all these women folks's bickering and fuss.
I had paint Under My Thumb, and my clothes were in a muss
as I saddled up the horse, thinking, Some Girls are pretty funny,
and I won't paint no more honkytonks for that kind of money.
ANGIE
my RUBY TUESDAY
a HONKY TONK
WOMAN
still
UNDER MY THUMB ?
YOU
CAN'T ALWAYS GET
WHAT YOU WANT
oh TUMBLIN DICE
amongst
ROLLING STONES
will you not
PAINT IT BLACK
pulled by
WILD HORSES!
Lost my glasses, they aren't anywhere
Even searched believe it or not under my chair
Nope couldn't find 'em
Maybe right under my thumb
Aha there they are on top of my head, both pairs