caught in my hair are
the moon beams from the night sky
spotlighting blondness
Categories:
blondness, sky,
Form: Haiku
My birth name is Suzie, some say I’m a floozy
But I can’t be choosey, that’s just how it is
I’ve slept with a teacher and even a preacher
And many a doctor got more than a kiss
Don’t show me derision, you won’t go to prison
Please share me your caring and I shall share mine
Just show me your fondness for blue eyes and blondness
Sir, smile at me kindly and I shall be thine
My mother ignores me, my father deplores me
I can’t comprehend why they ever had kids
They share mutual scorn in a marriage forlorn
I guess I was born, then their love hit the skids
Next week I’ll be sixteen, that’s fifteen years unseen
Did they even once see me as heaven sent
I cook and I clean, they just watch that old screen
They don’t give a damn how I get them their rent
Just want to be flattered, don’t want to be battered
Just want to be noticed through eyes that are fond
On my bedside table, your cash will enable
me to torch this hellhole and then to abscond
So, please don't find mirth in my limited worth
All I have to offer is all that I am
Don’t think me obscene for you could have been
Stood in my shoes were you born to my pram
Categories:
blondness, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Copperfire brunette desire
Blondness bold blackjet, yet;
Full hearted female's' sweet
And sound, patient enduring
Or doing the rounds!
red blooded girls seeking
Alpha men, or security minded
Hearth-side friends. The Bakers winemakers writers confectioners and cakesters
Multitasking always asking
Bright eyes with; teasing laughing!
The fashionistas your skin & blisters I admire.' all of them' '
their innate ken, without such as them; we would be as men indeed poor!
Nations need their balance Crucial valuable; lovable
Women; girls and ladies
Living true, through life’s trials misgivings finding all Joys
In daily living.
© Joe Maverick 8-12-2020
Categories:
blondness, love,
Form: Rhyme
My Sometimes Song
I once knew a poet called Rhoda Monihan,
Who was thought always to visit the Sanhedrin,
By her parents who said,
That god was not dead,
But she did happily voice her opinion!
For Laura Loo's Famous Last Line contest:
But She Did Happily Voice Her Opinion!
But she did happily voice her opinion!
Even though she was a woman cross dresser,
Rejected by those who were family familiar,
And made to feel like a used can or onion.
An atheist as well amongst Christians,
Not slack and did not just float into atheism,
Not apathetic to philosophy and to skepticism,
Prepared to remark upon and criticise turbans.
No blond hair to indicate purity and righteousness,
No blondness to propose truth and good,
Just black hair, normal and with no mood,
To pacify the quick spirited, pious countess.
What gave her the right to speak?
Her body: her legs, arms and voice;
Her mouth or voice said she had a choice,
About which she was not often weak.
1st March 2016
Categories:
blondness, anti bullying, conflict, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Flavored by ardent emotions
Today you brought back my days foregone
Lost in the woods and darkness buoys up
The moonlit night appears to be adjourned.
This cosmic time appears to disappear
By the weakening of the dawn
But your soothed nature brought around
A splendid aurora recalling my ladylove, love numb.
Once again I reveled by your blondness
Couple of years later your smile adorned my charmingness
Lost in the woods and lasted out against casting off
Today I will pen you and lust you in my dreams ached for.
This cosmic time appears to disappear
By memories trivial
But the time now appears to be relished and becharmed
An angelic charm and my longanimity for love, thirst arrival.
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Categories:
blondness, hope, love, passiontime, time,
Form: Rhyme
oh, hold me and stifle me
and make me be still
let me rail and
tell and tell and tell;
then gently say
"it will be o.k."
be a friend and look
at me in a goodly way
when i err on the side
of being an idiot
act as if you do not
see and i will do the
same for you when your
head is stuck up the
same ole tree...
tell me, quell me, paint
me in a circle of sweetness
and carry me within your
palm of goodness
extending to me the
hope you give to those
you love in the family
of your orgin
brush me, blush me
shine my face with your
lemon juices and ointments
that i may live a little
longer due to your ministrations
of keeping the old skeletal
stalker away from my door
trick me in to believing
i am worthy and spray my
behived blondness with
your goodness and kindhearted
acceptance of a good soul
in purgatory
Categories:
blondness, friendship, introspection, life, me,
Form: Free verse