A Female senior leaving work
Walking the streets heading for the Doctor’s appointment
Suddenly lurks a Thug planning to pounce on the senior prey
It happened in seconds on that day
The Thug came from behind
Grabbed the female senior’s arm
Trying to take her bag
The female senior knocked the thug on his butt on the ground
The thug thought he could handle this senior, and made an attempt the second time
He got knocked down again, and ran like Raid spray being a punk
When will thugs learn?
Seniors are not always weak
That punk learned the hard way in defeat
A punk will always be a punk
Avenger senior took justice into her own hands
Don’t mess with any senior being victorious
That avenger senior was my Deceased Grand Mother
Being a woman of faith and strength
Endurance in going the length.
It's not a diss track on modesty
Haven't butt on the right pair yet
Of pantyhose, ladyjohns
Walking in lightning storms
With kinky science
Between my legs
Unexplained
Runs, slides
Down
basking in the sun
drink in hand butt on beach chair
taking in the view
The Sparrow
by Positive Mark
Torch-burnt quills never offer apology.
Scorched earth policies revive a dead polity.
Force fed intellects give rise to economy.
Those who don’t fit, I advise you to follow me.
First, let’s pay homage to walls that were climbed.
Put in the time, and you’ll shine like Coach Prime.
Kill or be killed at the devil’s insistence.
If you lack fortitude, strike from a distance.
Fiery orators once fit the bill.
Now, they’re a hallowed list of confirmed kills.
Dead at the podium.
Dead on the balcony.
Genocide rhymes have become the new alchemy.
Armies of men show their butt on the street.
Reeks of an old auction, selling Black meat.
Honest comedians cancelled for jokes.
This is the new definition of woke.
Now higher frequency thought has been shattered.
Shirts weren’t printed when Black lives still mattered.
No reparations for cultural rape.
Modern day poets ain’t bustin’ a grape.
Torches on quills that were once burning arrows.
Who watches you, when his eye’s on the sparrow?
the monster inside
wants me to hide
it wants to come out
that’s without a doubt
it rears its ugly head
filling me with dread
it tempts me to spiral
the monster’s gone viral
it’s going to get me in trouble
I can no longer stay in my bubble
I need to tame the beast
like an exorcism and a priest
it sees me when I’m mad
it likes it when I’m bad
it comes out when there’s jealousy
it hangs around like leprosy
I see it trying to get nearer
every time I look in the mirror
it tells me I’m not good enough
but I’m about to call its bluff
I see its horns, I see its claws
it tries to point out all my flaws
I see it’s stupid toothy grin
and it’s scaly brick colored skin
i grab it by its feet and take it for a spin
it says “I’m never gonna let you win”
I throw it across the room and say
‘time to go outside and play’
I kick its butt on out the door
“don’t worry I’ll be back for more”
I say “idc I’m not keeping score
you can’t control me anymore”
I like predictable tv shows
Colombo always followed the perpetrator
In Death in Paradise the inspectors solve every case
Someone on the stand confesses in every Perry Mason episode
Harvey Korman always falls on his butt on the Carol Burnett Show
No matter who the Equalizer is, he or she fixes everything for a good guy
John Wayne always beat the bad guys in every movie
Until The Cowboys when he was murdered by Bruce Dern
I never liked Bruce Dern after that
And I never watched another John Wayne movie
I like predictable movies too
I was so scared that my hair turned gray.
All because I wore white after Labor Day.
I was so scared that I damn nearly died of fright.
People became violent and I was forced to fight.
People were enraged just because I decided to wear white.
They kicked and punched me and some would even bite.
People kicked my butt on a regular basis and I had quite a scare.
I was so frightened that I constantly had to change my underwear.
I got my share of bruises, broken bones and cuts.
An elderly lady even shoved her foot up my butt.
When it was all over, I was amazed that somebody didn't have to call my next of kin.
If I live to be a hundred, I swear that I'll never wear white after Labor Day again.
Santa went out last night dressed as mutton.
Partied too much; was a real butt on.
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over,
Threaten to punch in his bellybutton.
You need to deliver the children's toys.
Or you'll ruin the joy for girls and boys.
Sleigh and reindeer are roundup,
Leave Before children wake-up.
Santa mumbled, stop making so much noise.
Feeling awful, asked, give me till sixer.
Mrs. Santa did mix an elixir.
Santa drank till he tossed up
His cookies and liquor sup.
Weak with sore belly, sobered up quicker.
12/7/2020
PAWS
VICK:
Paws on me
But still I won't flee
When I make you see
How homies are suppose to be
Although as busy as a bee
I will be your he
You'll be the she
And we will set sail, free
To blossom like a river planted tree
ROXIE:
Paws on you
So you do what...
You're supposed to do
You don't have to run
It's all in good fun
You know I got your back
Will keep your butt on track
You know exactly what I speak of
But for you i got nothing but love.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
With: Roxie Hamilton.
Copyright ©2017.
My Little Miss does not do 'aloof'
One kitty dash as I sit, and poof!
Lap kneading, too greedy
Head butting, so needy
I declare love, but she demands proof-
No Sunday sleep-ins will she allow
Every 6 a.m. is time for chow!
Pawing, purring alarm
Furry butt on my arm
No snooze button shuts off her meow-
4/21/20
For Janice Canerdy's "Limerick" contest
The syllable count was confirmed on howmanysyllables.com
I heard a prattling rattling battling noise
In my children’s room, in the midst of their toys
Slurp and Shriek
Dancing deep
A battling ram came out and gave me a peek
Was that a battling ram? I asked my imaginary friend.
She threw flowers on me and refused to bend.
Dived into the toys
Making even more noise
I had to drag her out when she began to shriek.
What are you doing in there? Yelled the only adult in the house.
I figured it was my husband not a big mouse.
I saved myself
By parking my butt on a shelf
Pretending to be a doll, wearing my very best blouse
The slurps and the shrieks went on for awhile
Imaginary Sally and I had started to smile
Husband came in and took a peek
But ran out again when he heard a shriek
Written: March 14th, 2020
Contest: A Rattling Rhyme 2
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
The virtuality of the moment is like...
Hmmmm
You my mysterious online coquette!
The celebration of all festivities,
unlike any banquet,
I knock, you butt-in
Voila!
Pearl on the shore,
And your belly butt-on
As Heidegger's Dasein
Being-there
I swear
I step before you with nothing to hide
I let my eyes glide
As a spiral,
A whirlpool of desire,
A scud,
In peace and in blood.
I crave to be the wave
On a day, and in the moment
I feel I myself am.
Oh dear what can the matter be
It's Rheen the queen needing to wee
How can I just sit with my knickers down
don't think I will be able to balance my crown.
How can a queen pee behind a tree,
With royal butt on show for all to see.
A policeman would run me in
weeing in public is a sin.
But do hurry home the pain is stronger,
am desperate......can't wait much longer.
In future when am out needing the loo
will try and not cause such a hullabaloo
.
penned 5/2/2017
contest named : Oh dear what can the matter be.
run by....Barry Stebbing
Continued:
So, there I was on the porch standing in shock
This Big Mama Bear sitting right in front of me
On her butt on the grass! Just feet away!
I thought something was wrong with her
It was a hot day, she was breathing heavy
I tried to open the door a little to get a photo
But my hands were shaking and my heart racing
As she moved, I couldn’t keep it steady
I was in a ‘once in a life time moment’ right then
I had never been so close to a bear that big
Then she got up and I realized she was ok
She turned around to walk across the yard
As I fumbled with the door still shaking….
I finally got a photo, from behind in the distance
-----As she entered the trees to leave---
----I said goodbye to my friends---
----Until next time---
Heidi Sands
6/16/17
I wish every fella had a woman like mine,
a woman who is supremely confident
She builds the condos,
and she collects the rent
My baby is a real go-getter,
she knows how to take care of her business
My lady is a home run hitter,
move pieces around like she's playing chess
This woman gets up before the sun does;
grab her a taste of
early morning love,
and a latte
With brief and portfolio in hand,
you better get out of her way
This lady is a fast Ferrari go-getter,
don't try to play her like a wet bimbo dress
This woman ain't no butt-on-hands sitter
She can turn on the charm with ease, using feminine finesse
Baby can outfox the best,
lady can induce cardiac arrest
Always keep her cards close to the chest
She's a live wire go-getter,
has the sparks flying wherever she goes
My woman is a purring love machine,
and every single guy need to marry one of those
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