Mr Clint Eastwood, one top dollar guy
Other film makers just watch him and sigh
With back catalogues they can sit back and rest on
Our Clint has released a brand new neo-western
Cry Macho’s the title, I’ve not seen it yet
But it will be ‘wicked’ on that you can bet
My wife said that cowboy is ninety years old
He won’t stampede horses he won’t dig for gold
I told her I don’t know what it’s all about
But Hollywood know how will figure it out
Maybe he’ll shoot folk and watch them all die
And then tell his nurse he can’t remember why
That one time gunslinger, occasional singer
Gets on screen come ons from each passing humdinger
There’s cheroots and liquor, yet what he wants most
A box of viagra… he might need a gross
I mean no offence to that great fellow, Clint
Who gets propositioned by each passing bint
If my ridicule seems a tad over zealous
Don’t worry, Clint… it’s just that I’m jealous!
Categories:
bint, film, humorous, western,
Form: Rhyme
My mother, to me, is like a Arwa bint kurayz*/ She snatches me from the death's mouth thrice/ Nurturing me up for all the day long/ To protect me from another demon/ With due respect, I would like to mention/ This is the person who tried her best/To keep me sheltered/From the man made stress/ And natural waves & storm/Under the umbrella of warm's affection/ She is still with me/Her thoughts revolve around me/To bring a smile on my face/ Even she can give up her soul/ To boost up my morale/If she sees my shattered visage/She is always with me/ To deliver some advice/When I go wrong/ To keep me unearthen /From the all vice/And to make my soul strong/ Her holy hand is still upon my shoulder/So, I turned to a perfect man/Alhamdulillah to Almighty, please keep going on/ Mother, in this world, is the best person.
Categories:
bint, 1st grade, appreciation, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
The day’s activity is in stress’ cabinet, let dusk give us some revival
citizens of night life are so ready to give a good time
floods of music, muscled men protecting the different arenas
stopped at the border of one which seem to attract fun’s immigrants
a bold and majestic entrance showcases my suave
flashing goddesses in human form fall for the charm
reserved to mild drinking, knowingly attracts a watching bint
chatting, laughing and more wine, time speeds up its wheels
stepping in the main department to kill worry’s threats
lips licking, angle-eyed contacts and dancing fingers on the cup’s lid
the signals are clear for us to advance to the main show
at home and both so drunk, what’s next, we need not ratify
this private dance floor is less in activities and lesser sanity
she falls to bed so openly for me to freely browse
two must tangle for such satisfaction to produce its oil
the pleasure would be ill-gotten, so I do same without touching her.
Categories:
bint, betrayal, life, lust, sensual,
Form: Free verse
My sister dresses me like a girl .she sez Ime as skwirley as a skwirl !
She uses a wheelchair sum times , because her legs are lame !
& if it roles down thoze stairs , Ime still not 2 blame !
Weard things happen in Texas.
Wair former miss texas,s get weard from the strain .
& if thair wheel chairs role down the stairs ,
Ime still not 2 blame !
A lot of beauty queens got sons , win thay wanted dawters .
Thay du things 2 us , that thay shouldn't du !
People in Texas don,t like you if you hate football !
Thay dress us up in panteys & braws & dresses .
Win we ask , thay woent tell us wair are daddy's wint .
& if we ask 2 much , thay tell us 2 get bint !
My sister dresses me like a girl , she sez , Ime as skwirley as a skwirl .
She uses a wheel chair sum times , because her legs are lame .
& if it roles down those stairs , Ime still not 2 blames !...
Categories:
bint, assonance, fashion, fun,
Form: Ballad
Bint is her name
Writing is her game
Through it she found her fame
She is not a dame
In many ways, they are much the
same
I noticed her when she came
She cat walked and I saw her on
that lane
Through my vision or through frame
When she became visible I saw her
hame
Like the pure elegant seed in
sesame
Her two dazzling eyes glows like a
burning flame
I looked at her height and I thought
about ramee
She came into my heart and it
became lame
I looked at her neck and I saw
wampumpeag
A gift from your late mother in grave
I looked at the future and it
whispered to me some words.
" she is your wife"
And today...?
Categories:
bint, emotions
Form: Rhyme
Seal Team Six righted a terrible wrong.
Their valor lives on in legend and song.
Any jihadi soon learns chances are slim
bint helwas in Jahannum are dying to meet him.
Arabic: Bint helwas - beautiful girls; Jahannum - hell.
Categories:
bint, war,
Form: Clerihew