Sparking, chilled wine
is the common drink
we can afford to soothe stress,
it's that wind without a hiss;
the more we drink,
theless we think!
Lilian asked for a divorce,
her insanity got worse,
her husband married a ****,
a busty hooker strolling
on high heels in Sunset Park!
Lilian tossed his pictures
out of the window, screaming;
she didn't choose to be a widow!
Lilian drank a lot and felt low,
her favorite wine was Merlot,
she's only forty but looks eighty;
alcohol is a slow death, surely!
Sparkling, chilled wine
is good company
to escape reality,
it's time dedicated to relaxation,
a thrill for real improvisation:
a surprise after nine!
I grabbed a bottle
of sparkling, chilled wine
to idle time away
and stay out of trouble;
every cloud was thick and gray,
even silence was unbearable!
Sparkling, chilled wine
is a remedy, not a cure,
it gives one strength to endure;
it's a ray of delusive sunshine!
Ah! Sparkling, chilled wine
is a journey to Wonderland,
to that place close to divine,
where I shed tears on the sand!
My English Brother and the Rich
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to be the first human on the planet Mars to colonize the place in case our earth burns Is he going to take his 14 children along?
My father, although working class, was not unlike these people there was always one more woman to sleep with and I now learn he spent the war years in UK fathering a child
I hope it was a boy, my own brother died young, mind my English brother must be 80 by now, in a terraced home freezing, since the pensioners lost the winter benefit
Buttercup Busybody’s behaviors burst beyond belief
Big, buxom, busty, she gave her dour daddy grief
Hosted Hamburger Harry’s Hoedown which featured beef
Eloped with Eddie Eardale, giving her parents some relief.
Busty shaped and large of hip
the busy winds of October
buffet my brain
within its whistling cave.
Around the shoulders
of every lumpy molehill
taverns and tankards
bloom in a russet corner of light.
September leaves
leave, shaking their brittle cuffs
and frills,
they fly sideways
riding upon broken rafts
of tangled sticks.
October blusters as it bustles,
its wide-spread mouth warmed-over
by wafts and beery blasts.
Now is the time to flap long coats,
to run ahead of a creaking moon
as it rolls drunkenly
into winters nippy
and thin-lipped ice.
Like a scorned ex-stripper hell has no fury
but how I would love to be on that jury.
To call out the sex troll vamp
in the case of Trump v Tramp
in this the show trial of the century!
So they call the shyster ex-lawyer for hire
as their big star witness and testifier.
A perjured jailhouse trickster
who calls himself "The Fixer"
but oops, is a convicted fraudster and liar!
The busty po-rn star said “he’s guilty, yup”
of the hush money charges all trumped up.
It looks and smells like a con
and they’re out to get The Don
but it's all just a stormy in a D-Cup!
Written: May 2024
first love was easy as a stroke
the body of april flesh,
strobes of light
on busty beats,
Bright ships unplundered
love was easy at first
the act itself
beyond fulfilments need
Then Winters call
we shed our skins
we had no calling
other than our own
just two beasts bucklering's in the night
Our pages fulfilled
we await tomorrow's snow
busty
Rubenesque
think Barbie doll
Or curvy Betty Boop
Headlights
I heard of a busty chick from Philly
She was noted for being quite silly
Working on a brick street
Stilettoes on her feet
Her customers said she was a dilly.
written June 28, 2021
A man that men call The Big Dipper
Went bonkers over a busty stripper
He wanted to tip her
But then had to skip her
When his meat got caught in his zipper
Bosom best-buddy Beta Beta Beta boys begin bonding by bringing before biennial brunches:
bouncier basketballs
budget bean burritos
bounteous beefy burgers
beautiful broad-minded busty boyfriend-less babes
better bottled Bavarian/Belgian beers
My husband acted like a complete jerk
had countless affairs with women at work
He wore spray on jeans which fit so tight
and aftershave called ‘Tonight’s the night’
I knew for sure that things weren’t right
as he’d hide his cell phone from my sight
I’d opened one of his credit card bills
he’d purchased boxes of Viagra pills!
Guess he used them with that busty floozy
the office temp, I think her name’s Suzie
One thing’s for certain, I have learned
hell hath no fury like a woman spurned
So I carefully plotted to get my revenge
and lure him in a ice tunnel at Stonehenge
Ice stalactites hung low from the ceiling
a brisk blow to his head left him reeling
With a stiletto sharp icicle I pierced his chest
as the ice melted, I knew there’d be no arrest
As there’s no evidence left to incriminate me
Yes, I’d got away with his murder … scot-free!
It was the perfect crime I’d expertly planned
I'm sure any scorned woman would understand!
N/a in Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest judged 2/12/21
Submitted to NA Poem From a February 2021 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
01/26/21
Barely hung-up tattered rags
Never appear like dead frogs
Neither so should an old lad
Ever behave like bedbugs
Why, flashy car and gowns,
Dominate human desires?
Worn clogs could make them bounce
Utter lures that do expire.
Speak up! Doth utter luxury cruise
The poor man growls like thunder
If skyscraper, whatnot, make fuse
Towers too perish asunder!
You blasted wealth, go rotten!
Creaking furniture will decay
Busty buddies owe the thin nothing
Lucid love the lust delay
Baneful heads beget lashes
Lest fame be empress’ desire
Haughty woods must turn ashes
For faithless soldiers do retire
Naked souls adoring hereafter,
So reap trifling repents?
Against grave hours or thereafter
You dare pay earth revenge?
Wage the celestial war for eternity-
Chase not earth, the vanity
waning wits smirked
vying voluptuous verge
meagre mood metamorphose
saucy spell's sauce
hoisted hankerings hummed
pruning punctured pukes
dark dribbles dazed
rusty reels raved
rusticating riff's creates
lanky lusts birthed
callous crisps cremated
crunched crescendos hibernated
crumbling contractions cruised
bursting busty bruise.
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Note: of harassed ambiguity.
wanky urge whooshes
puking rustic rhythm
nauseated by billows
busty ecstasy borrow
generous lust lent
passion prior invested
delicate capillaries crushed
lurched lanky lust
oozes, gores gulped
fostered faith rent
fiery surge ferments
licking lusty test
dark dance drips
from lustful limbs.
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silly sequoia smirks
gulping lusty lurch
bounty breeze bears
callous crest's peer :
haughty hankering hoists
felon fate's foiled
busty bellow blush
under taunted touch
airy atmosphere crush
dark dances drool
moaning melody brood
pulsing punctured pool
sequoia helpless be
feelings spell grip.
'20:02:09:11:31
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