Don’t be a Cinderfella
I aint no Cinderella
get off your **** and mow
don’t watch the weeds all grow.
Now if we’re being truthful
I need you to be useful
cause I don’t need no boy
I don’t want no toy.
I need a real damn man
who likes to lend a hand
someone to meet my needs
not afraid to take the lead.
If you can’t bring to the table
everything you are able
then take a bloody hike
get on ya pussy bike.
Don’t need no Cinderfella
cause I aint no Cinderella
I like to get things done
throw in a little fun.
A real man provides protection
has a real connection
Is a calm within the storm
has a heart that’s really warm.
A real man aint no Cinderfella
He shouldn’t need no Cinderella.
it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
THE CALLOUSED HANDS OF EXPERIENCE
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By; Andantino Tirarsela:
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Fare il gradasso
Fare il figo:
Dardelle arie
Strafigasi
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Erotomania
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a longing for creative inspiration
encouragement from
a disappointment
the story goes
a celebrity wished for
inspiration
so he pretended to be a commoner
he meet a woman
who was self described as common
they became friends and
he invited her to a concert
he said he had backstage tickets and
she could bring a friend
they went to the concert hall
there they'd meet he new freind
he called her and told her
he'd be there later
something came up
and he'd show up later
well an hour into the show
he hadn't appeared after intermission
they had given up thinking he'd appear
and then the singer
started to intro his protege'
and when he did the guy walked
out behind his freind and grabbed her hand and took her on stage.
He sang a harmonic song looking her directly in her eye's.
WAS CINDERELLA
RUINED BY THE BIG FELLA
ENDS UP JUST SMELLA
The Big One and the Small One,
They held hands in the cosmos,
Before they came here.
They chose one another,
To learn from,
To try things,
To look back,
To try again.
They didn't know it at first,
But nothing happened out of the blue.
The stars had aligned,
Their sizes different but centres the same.
The Big One...
And the Small One.
Invisible before they were here,
floating and preparing,
Now their hands can feel and their eyes can see.
It seemed familiar, like they'd met before.
The Big One and the Small One,
Always meant to be,
A seed planted at the source,
A flower blooming and cycling.
What a blessing to witness
The End.
Cinderella hatched a sneaky plan,
make a prince her one and only man,
to look sexy for the ball,
a fairy answered her call,
completed...her secret master plan.
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With her stepsisters so very beastie.
plain Cinderella needed to brake free,
she had to bag a sexy prince,
so she took every yard and inch,
her name now starts with an S, not a C.
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The giant said fee fi fo fum,
my nose can smell a stinky bum.
In dark, jack quietly hid,
but he squirted like a squid,
pants filled with the body's outcome.
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Young jacks mum called him such a weirdo,
when tossing the beans out the window,
in the sunny morning light,
she got a fright from the sight,
and then praised young jack as a hero.
Cinderella kicked off her shoes,
looked down at black and blue and bruise.
“Is anything worth this?
Honestly, he’s all yours sis!
Without a man, what do I lose?”
He was called ‘Charming’, no name had he,
but lover, leader and King he’d be.
He chased women who left;
dating, he’d never be deft.
A wife: the only future he could see.
That girl with the swirl in her hair
rocks my world
My shadow of shame makes me lame
to even ask her name
The features of her face reveal
A hidden grace
The material of dreams
That seem to gleam
Desires extreme that
Scream with deeds
A distance too far to even reach
No skill, no amount of living
Could even teach
A pause before beginning
A desperate speech
The ideal of certainty out of reach
At the Ball she could not
Be asked to dance
Her lance would destroy any advance
While alone her movement a subtle prance
Quietly denying the opportunity
Of any chance
To reach would be to reach
For the sky
To try would be to learn how to fly
To lie would be the ability to buy
Not yet have I the ability to cry
I only have these few things
A rhyme for the attention of the mind
The time never lost easy to find
The mime that promises every last dime
The crime that gives while being disguised
The claim of attention
Would be in vain
A name and invention
Only for the insane
The hopes of intentions only bring shame
Is it really too much
just to ask for her name
With stepsisters both so mean
Cinderella's gloom is keen
Then a cool in-law
Her fairy grandma
Helps her to split the bad scene
In the shoe her foot does slide
She's the real deal, bonified!
She's all that, so fine
The prince shouts, you're mine!
Now sweet love will be their guide
What love have we?
What are we to do?
When I say that I love you,
Do you love me too?
What do you see in me?
Who am I to you?
A part of your crew?
Or a part of a broken knee, plea, easy to do...
It was NOT my best, even when I wore a vest.
Shot to the heart was a start a la carte,
Still, I would love any smidgeon of some time with you to party!
Like a pigeon or a pest, like the rest, either one of us could nothing less,
We caressed each other at one point, I put the joint down and passed my test,
I wish you would Joina me my messy bestie. I love you more than all of the rest!
Break-Up
She let me down,
Basically, kicked me “OUT!” of town...
Turned things around,
Turned my smile N 2 a frown...
I all MOST drowned,
Was a patient in a gown,
Snapped @ the very sound,
Of my cage like a dawg at the lb.
Trapped in a rage,
Nothing on that which I could count,
Still, I am feeling kind of down,
I want to leave this town,
NOW!!!
Hungry for change...
Like a bloodhound,
Feeling deranged all the same,
For crying out loud...
Colorful butterflies were pressed on glass,
flat as a pancake, holding fast.
When the fairy godmother put down her boot,
Cinderella lost her soot.
In the first rays of dawn's early light,
all the butterflies took joyous flight.
A prince said, "Hi!" to Cinderella.
She said, "Howdy, fella".
Things went fine till they broke down,
and the prince dejectedly left town.
Cinderella sighed, "I need a glass slipper
like a banana needs a zipper."
floating
princess covered
Disney moneymaker
helium birthday gift for girls
balloon
Winter whispers soft,
Echoes of a quiet bond—
Fractured mirrors gleam.
In shadows, blush hints,
Patterns woven in stillness,
Calmness drapes the dusk.
Silent frost unveils
Subtle traces of the past,
Footsteps in the snow.
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