If beauty is but skin deep,
I prevailed upon her to construe,
'Does it lie in the eye of the beholder
or, of the two which one is true?'
For we can't judge the book
by the cover, with but one look,
as what's inside truly counts
far much more than that.
And tho' to me she bemoaned,
'I am big-boned'
I've yet to see a skeleton which looks fat.
18th April 1775 on the strong big-boned mare
'Brown Beauty' may have been her name
borrowed from John Larkin a very good horse
of Narragansett Pacer fame
a copper-bottomed silversmith
Son of Liberty Patriot and Boston-born
riding with Prescott and Dawes toward Lexington
then Concord minutemen in advance to warn
of the British Army's actions
was intercepted in Lincoln but doing his bit
the man had lanterns as the plan
and arranged to have a signal lit
in the Charlestown Old North Church
with one if by land two if by sea
but in those long-gone days
as it was unknown technology
right then and there
it was quite unlikely to see
three if by air
some say vestryman Pulling and sexton Newman
(not a deacon)
as the midnight rider never made it all the way
were the real heroes of the day in fact quite a beacon
Her big-boned spirit
was a fine-spun sprouting
of prairie brome,
threaded through with engine oil.
Her home was a rickety refuge
for wayward cats.
Upon her tangled porch
poems grew in small pots
muddled with the stale air
of Maui Wowie.
She wrote on the back of her mouth
with cigarette smoke.
Her poems were the rain-filled footprints,
of Jack Kerouac.
She had pronouns after her name.
Her fame became legendary
but only between the gaps in her thoughts.
Her love for possums and racoons
was almost romantic.
Some still write about her ghost
as if she still lived.
Chalk was bold, pale skinned, and big boned.
A soft souled, porous, sedentary teen.
Bulky, he made a big initial impression,
but seemed to lack in true substance.
And thus, was a temporary friend,
often relied on to help others with work,
but then discarded without a second thought.
Good thing Chalk brushed off comments with ease.
Cheese was very much an acquired taste,
with hooped earlobes and a waxy complexion,
quite rugged, yet packed full of character.
He wore a baggy beanie like a protective rind,
and from a glance, he could give you nightmares.
But behind his hard exterior, was a soft nature.
Easily influenced, he was often seen in a smoky hue,
chewing salty, sour snacks outside of class.
These two were really chalk and cheese,
yet their soft nature made them good friends.
Chalk helped Cheese get a grip and find his true flavour,
and Cheese was a rock for Chalk's sense of self.
Together, they were anything but, chalk and cheese,
yet never had they been more Chalk and Cheese.
05.01.2023
She was not a good whore
she was bad.
A bad big-boned whore
rotten to the core.
Bad whore had a pimp
but even he was better than her.
Her customers were drunks,
mostly punks and skunks.
She worked the streets
until her thighs got too big
and her ass began to drag.
She fell in with a bad crowd
They robbed a pharmacy
but they stayed too long -
now the cops come.
The guys began to run
but not that bad whore,
she pulled a pistol,
shot one cop dead
wounded the other, they said
but he got his shot off, he did;
plugged her in the liver it did.
She stood there cussing
screaming for more
until that bad whore
fell dead to the floor.
She was not a good girl;
need I say no more?
She was big-boned. Her spirit
a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome
threaded through moss and engine block.
Her home was a pine and beatboard camp
for wayward cats.
She would discourse from her tangled porch
where poems grew in small pots
muddled with Ramen noodle and Maui Wowie.
Her life often vacationed to a studio apartment
on the east bank of her right eye.
She wrote on the back of her mouth
with cigarette smoke.
Her poems were the rain-filled footprints,
of Jack Kerouac.
She had pronouns before and after her name.
She wore a local fame, made legendary
by the gaps in her thoughts,
thoughts she shrewdly refused to fill in.
Heavy set,
Curves to show off,
The lady is sexy,
Yet she is above all,
From toe to head,
Lotioned up and smooth,
A big sexy gas,
Will always be thinking of you,
Her smile big,
The way she poses is better,
She loves everybody,
But a sexy gals,
she will keep being day after day....
I plead the fifth!
Rhymes with no sniff
Nosed clogged Ben Gay spade with no shifts
Pace makers tripped wires
Remit
Remake takes patents to skin drifts
Power ranged a game with low lifts
Tires rims shine made drift
Blinds closed with long sticks
Brick houses with no bricks
Framed same found day shun with steel trip
Wires hang dancers give
Beauty baked lashes give rip
Maybeline lined lip
Color shadow followed him
Made created a land with give gifts
Transparent pulled out of bounds balls bounce do drifts
Out strike title stripped
Sterilize steroids with no stick
Big boned with mild tones sounds
Without Biz
Bone Thug great hit
Smashed charts with no
Ozzie remake with slick
Hiding lights with strike back
Big rims Cadillac
Heavy Chevy comes back
Nova stars mobilized
Ride click tight riding high
Bean pies French fries
Filled with no lies
Mouth covered
Say nothing
Snitch out
Been made!
You may see me,
but you don't really SEE me.
And, you might guess,
about what that last statement implies.,
assuming that you know me,
by the size of my thighs,
by the dimples in my butt,
and my all too frequent
chocolate highs.
But, you don't and can't know me.
You see, I've got an agenda,
that you'll never recognize,
a personality..., that's been known
to mesmerize.
a smile..., that will sometimes tantalize...,
And, IF I give you the time of day,
you'll know that you've won a prize.
So, DON'T call me FAT!
And, DON'T call me CHUNKY!,
BIG-BONED!, or THICK!
That may work for some
but, NOT for this chick!
Not for this lady, this diva,
this QUEEN!
And, if you're short on understanding,
I can tell you what I mean.
You can call me...
Extra Curvy..., but NOT FAT,
Thickalicious..., but NOT FAT,
Overly Luscious..., but NOT FAT,
Over Flowing with Goodness...,
but NOT FAT!
Your thoughts should be
crystal clear,
since I broke it down like that...
Your essence
Strolled gracefully
The alluring fragrance
Of your spirit
Titillating our noses
Forceful
Tremendous
Energy
Surged throughout your big boned frame
Leaving a residual
Trail of
LOVE
LAUGHTER
SISTERHOOD
FRIENDSHIP
LIFE
Never knowing
The true sacrifice
Of your tireless
VIRTUE
That you willed
To us
For us
We Love You
Paula...
I eat to numb the pain
my mom wants me to be
what she sees in herself
she worships the mirror
cause it blesses her reflection
I wasn't that lucky
therefore I eat
to lose the image I should be
according to dear mother
Every crumb that my hands touches
every taste that my mouth savors
I smile cause she can't control this
she can't make me like her
when the scale says 200
She may disapprove
I may get stared at
but knowing that i'm different
knowing that i'm not just a clone
of my sisters
makes me feel unique
even if I have to be called
big boned denise
that will be ok
I'd give Anything to not be the kind of mother
she was to me
even my body
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