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Inspired by "All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone

A burlesque performer named Gieter
Decided her act would be sweeter
If she wore a bikini
Peep holed, teeny weenie
She’s hoping her fans want to meet her!

But sadly her tailor from Totton
Omitted to use special cotton
Gieter exhaled to sing
New bikini went ping
Her performance was quickly forgotten!

Huge boobies resemble cow’s udders
They’re flopping about not like rudders
I have to attest
The sight of her chest
Was grotesque, it gave me the shudders!

I screamed, “Gieter you may be a star
But this time you’ve pushed it too far
Please remember this fact
Use two fans in your act
And purchase a much larger bra!”

Bravo Toro

Bravo Toro!

Snorting and bloodied in the mid-day sun,
he paws the ground. His angry eye is fixed.
He charges and the matador is spun
off balance, tangled in his cape, he trips.
His suit of lights impaled and tossed aloft,
transfixed, a crumpled rag doll, motionless,
the crowd is silenced. Yet again he’s tossed.
A deep groan from the crowd. The bull, possessed,
exultant in his own in-bred finesse,
senses the blood of generations past
course through his fighting frame until, at last,
distracted and victorious he makes way.
This bull will live to fight another day.

Bravo Hrh

70-years she sat on her throne
Listening to everyone moan and groan
They all want a favour
Or some kind of waiver
So they can flip their neighbours the bone

Bravo Latte-

Coffee latte spin
fills of milk and cream
storing in hot coffee lap swim

Cubes off Ice hot summer day
heated rays of sun beaming down rays
So brisk so cold sweet the Iced tea

Sugar meets greet cold cooling liquid taste ever so sweet yummy


5/4/22
written by James Edward Lee Sr.

Bravo Muskan

For the dress culture
they forget true humankind,
World is in unease 

Barking thug can’t kill
fundamental inner voice,
Let’s fly flag of peace


© Mahtab Bangalee
10 February, 2022
Chattogram

Bravo

Mindful eye
Cognises
Fickle mind
Porous
Misaligned
Stuporous
Blown away
By thought forms
Like a leaf
Having fallen 
Now at the mercy
Of the fierce winds
That abound

We celebrate 
This delusion
Offering to God
The experience 
Of limitation 
In this lucid dream
Of earth life
Seemingly real
Hijacked by ego
Bubble of illusion 
Which lives on
As long as
We feed it

20-November-2021

Bravo, and Encore

the violinist's orgiastic sweet spots
again, again, over and over and over...
   he wraps his magical bow
   around your yielding soul
   filling you with visions
   of uncharted forests, skies
   peace never felt before...
you find yourself silently
screaming for someone
to share this ecstasy with ~
   come join me
   let us fly
   to distant galaxies
   of melody's imagination

Big Freeze Winter 1962-63 England

 School was out for annual Christmas break
Ice and snow hung around many a week
A friend and I did what one should not do
Went onto a frozen canal to skate
Some lads we knew were giving us some cheek
Boohoo
One lad pinched my friends hat from off her head
Chased him I did, what came next haunts me so
Iced cracked and yes I was in for the swim 
The boys were brilliant, I could've been dead
Bravo!

The Speaker Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick

Bravo For Diversity

The show's leading lady sports a goatee 
  Braided armpits bear her understudy
Times have changed at the university
  The cast now picked for its diversity

Two Hispanics, two Poles, and two Russkis
  Five from the country and five from cities
Cuban nationals who know how to ski 
  African-Americans named Trotsky... 

Don't know their lines, but the show must go on
  They speak utter nonsense, babbling on
Down comes the curtain, the audience stunned
  Angrily demanding a full refund

Yet one audience member shouts 'Bravo'
  ~ An albino Sudanese Eskimo

Bravo Povo De Boa Vontade

Bravo Povo De Boa Vontade

AH, 
Povo brasileiro, povos de boa vontades
que vivem o tempo das verdades
de há muito esquecidas!

E agora, no tempo das verdades,
tremem de medo os tiranos, 
pressentindo a derrocada 
da grande prisão sem grades 
onde a verdade viveu enjaulada. 

Vem perto o fim do capricho 
dessa nobreza postiça, 
irmã gêmea da corrupção e da preguiça, 
mais asquerosa que o lixo.

Povo brasileiro, povos de boa vontades,
o Brasil de hoje, quiça outros "brasis"
são como puro do início 
como tempo novo 
sem mancha nem vício.

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Bravo Toro

Snorting and bloodied in the mid-day sun,
He paws the ground. His angry eye is fixed.
He charges and the matador is spun
Off balance. Tangled in his cape, he trips.
His suit of lights impaled and tossed aloft,
Transfixed, a crumpled rag doll, motionless,
The crowd is silenced. Yet again he's tossed.
A deep groan from the crowd. The bull, possessed,
Exultant in his own in-bred finesse,
Senses the blood of generations past
Course through his fighting frame until, at last,
Distracted and victorious he makes way.
This bull will live to fight another day.

Megaton Bravo

Low life and much scrutiny is all I hear about our nation’s name.

Followed by racial comments and jokes about the bomb that brought us pain.


Swept away the island’s heart that still remains the same.

Radiation that sprinkled down and we thought it was rain?

Instead, it was the bomb’s fluid that snuck into our ancestor’s veins.


But don’t get it twisted, this is nowhere near a hatred poem.

This is a dedication for the people on boats who first rowed them.

Day by day they would slowly paddle away.

Carry on the dagger in our stories that still is passed on until this day.


I call them the greatest, the greatest of the greats. 

But the greats couldn’t be the greatest unless they started nowhere near great.

Radiation to get use to pray out loud for heaven’s sake!

Radiation used abuse to pray out loud to Heaven’s sake.


Hands down to think about the talk about with no doubt.

It exposed thousands in the surrounding area to radioactive fallout.

So bravo to the “Megaton Bravo”.

Also, the combo and the pain that followed made RMI the greatest surviving motto.

Bravo

Bravo!
     His messages are always elaborative.
We converse as if we know each other well.
     He is a famous poet on the Soup.
He writes his verses with depth.
 
     Bravo, Richard Lamoureux you are one of the best!
I like when you spread your wings to write a poetic text.

     His philosophy intrigues.
His words are high literacy.
     Rick I will call him via commenting
but he is such a Ricky through inner strength.

     Bravo, Richard Lamoureux for being the one I tribute!
I love when your libretti smiles uplifting my spirit and making me feel     
     worthwhile.

He can be quite cynical.
     My respond is to explain some more.
Richard is what I call him then.
     I know he is talking to me as a friend.

Bravo, Richard Lamoureux!
     This is a tribute to you.

I will close now.
     I hope you frame this and hang it high.
Let the world know you shine.
     Your motivational and inspiratory poetic voice is precious.

Bravo, Richard Lamoureux this tribute is to you!
     Continue to instigate; this encourages another to write.
_____________________________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 17, 2014!

Bravo

1
Bravo for their workless piece,
Men with fastened coats can burnish
Poets of the early earth;
whisper lyrics on their breath,
And the child that has had no birth,
smells odour from his working nose

2
Roam the worlds; the worlds of my mind,
On earth's cold ground, I am as blind as he,
The birds sang songs when children were children,
Four candid souls,
for a candid solution
The boundaries of a single circle;
life or death
stings its mark upon her breast

3
Life has evaded; and I'm alone like the other,
But not like a tree; I have no wish to wish upon death
Though it will surely come;
The birds will fly when dark clouds fall,
And to heaven they shall take me,
Overlapping, like the berries on a branch,
The cygnet floats, like big black boats
And men with fastened coats,
Whose poems should they keep away?
Poems for the poor - behind many in the lunch line.

"bravo Brock"

Into the midst of the hen flock 
Brock my brown leghorn flying cock
Mediterranean breading stock
Flew off the roost to dock

When  barnbyard dust settled you see
Hens begin cackling with glee
As soon as was able to see
That rooster was handsomely he

As marsupial much alarmed
As brown leghorn spurs fully armed
Being exposed to the great charmed
The hens flapped their wings thus informed

Opossum tucked babes in her pouch
Her most inner juvenile  couch 
Plain to see that my Brock’s no slouch
Awesome spurs would surely mean ouch!!

Legitimately now has he 
A very large harem you see
There are many chick yet to be
As shall many opossums flee

Many red tail hawks on the wind
But my red rooster will defend
His harem band of lady friends
Every day again and again

At danger he will never baulk
`Tis cackle, cackle, cackle, squawk 
`Tis the brown leghorn rooster talk
Cock of the squawk barnyard boardwalk

3-3-2010

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