Dearest Betty, we miss you so much,
so many characters we got to know,
Your wonderful, unique, funny touch
A special one ~ "Rose's" Golden glow!
"SueAnn"made us laugh ~ MTM fare,
baked pies, made meatloaf, and sexy eyes,
shut oven door with her derriere,
innovator of delicious surprise!
You were guest on all major talk shows,
your credits are long, including songs,
your emmys~so many~the list overflows
you were everywhere and always belonged.
Yet I'll miss most your sweet, dimpled smile
and your wit~always a touch risque'.
You warmed our hearts for a nice, long while,
Still...I so wish you could have stayed.
Categories:
derriere, appreciation, celebrity, change, dedication,
Form: Quatrain
C’est derrière moi
j’aurais pu
être plus gentille
possiblement
j’aurais pu
réagir avec plus de délicatesse
j’aurais pu
possiblement
fléchir à tes caprices
être plus sympathique
j’aurais pu
j’aurais dû
peut-être
mais quelle espèce d’ami as-tu été
quand tu t’amusais à tordre tout
tu interprétais tout croche
mes mots mes regards mes opinions
aucune chance de m’expliquer
bien au contraire si froid
tout noir ou blanc sans compromis
le dialogue inexistant
la porte fermée à toute discussion
juge et jury
grossier et vulgaire
tout simplement
sec et superficiel
rigide et arrogant
rien de moins qu’un abruti
vraiment
j’ai de moins en moins de temps
pour les gens artificiels
Translated from my poem BURNT BRIDGES
Posted on May 14, 2021
Categories:
derriere, betrayal, friendship, people,
Form: Free verse
Is your body blooming from the calories your consuming and you threw away that yoga mat? Learn a lesson from a cat. If too many hours on your derriere you've sat, playing on face book, conversing on chat, observe a cat. Are you curled up in bed and taking a nap? Filled with excuses not to do that needed lap? Consult a cat. If at your image you've frequently spat and are wearing black now to cover that fat. Watch a cat. Our bodies are amazing. We are uniquely blessed, with seven hundred muscles just begging to be stretched. If we fail to use them properly, our muscles will begin to atrophy. Please get up and find your groove wherever you are at, and start to move, just like a cat.
Categories:
derriere, cat,
Form: Light Verse
Hanging out with my acorn friends,
Riding wild winds on writhing limbs
As round capped surfers without boards
I laughed loud when I watched them fall.
Looking up with faces of despair
They could but see my derriere.
As a swinger without a care
I felt loved by the rushing air.
My oak looked haggard when I fell
Its arthritic limbs beseeching
Each passing cloud that drifted by:
Could this acorn be another me?
4/22/2020
Categories:
derriere, autumn, destiny, emotions, feelings,
Form: Personification
Lovely Lisa’s lovely bum,
shaped like a pear or p'raps a plum,
isn’t scrawny or athletic
such bottoms are quite un-aesthetic.
Sweet Lisa’s gorgeous derriere
Is winsome, far beyond compare
I wish it was within my reach
(is it perhaps more like a peach?)
Whichever it’s a wondrous sight
If I could only take one bite
And feel it’s softness ‘gainst my lips
Content, I’d face apocalypse.
Categories:
derriere, appreciation, cute love, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Reenactment!
Cocoa...passed it
Caramel...sandwich
To a night glow...hand picked
'94 the year like recent
Eye contact like the cliche say
A toe burrowing spine squeegeeing seamstress
Binding our minds suspended
An aspect you were told not to trust
She bore with the resilience of a lion's mane
A free flowing curve of thickness
Resembling the bow of an elephants's tusk
Hypnotizing all efforts to remain chaste
But an unending facial response to laughter
Granted by none other than the most high
Symbolized what felt like handcuffs
A tree toting root connection what we were together
To what we are after
And what we wanted like small flesh wounds
Faded away to the crackle of distant lightening strikes
Now those two bolts of interference
Are barely a remembrance
I can't forget...
Categories:
derriere, remember,
Form: Free verse
its baboonish phase
"sweeter" than its derrière
batty bitchy boot
Categories:
derriere, adventure,
Form: Haiku
As cleaning gals go, we've got the sweetest
She's cute little Erin by name
She possesses the most amazing derriere
Not that I've noticed, for shame!
Another of her clients that we know quite well
Alerted me to her fine attributes
On my own I'd never have paid any attention
My innocence is beyond repute
Okay I'm guilty, I HAVE sneaked a peek
To make sure she's doing a good job
I ogled her attributes for quite a long while
So embarrassed I'm such a slob
So next time she comes to our humble abode
I'll try not to stare at her bum
Coz if Cathie catches me all hell will break loose
It's the doghouse for me... duh, dum!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
derriere, beauty, me, , cute,
Form: Quatrain
derriere...
the spirit spark within me laughs,
thinks when death does get his chance,
my mates be there with bulldust chaff,
for spirit wise, few bloody harps,
perhaps, i should have learned some craft,
but i don't bloody care :)
wingless without a prayer,
the wanderer is where?
some other bugger laughed...
you're on your derriere...
at last….
Don Johnson
Categories:
derriere, adventure,
Form: Ballad
A playful slap on the derriere,
a playful fight, desire is there,
to dominate, be not unfair,
let her win most times:)
to give her little arms a twist,
behind her back lightly insist,
pin her while she's being kist,
is not a bloody crime:)
a playful wrestle, passions heat,
can elevate the manly meat,
let her just a little cheat,
you've earned your steamy ration:)
Don Johnson 11-jul-11
her fault!
Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Categories:
derriere, adventure
Form: Rhyme
Royal and regal, adorned in the finest of gold
I am on which kings do so rely
Don’t take me for weak because I might look old
As I am strong and for my king, I would die
I was there in the beginning and ever there still
I bear the words, the decrees, I see it all
When men are honored, I am there still
And when others are punished, I see them fall
Kneel before me, oh yes, you shall do
As I am more than the bloodline, the royal regard
Though soft is my lining, I am the greatest support
I may be so comforting, but also rigid and hard
On days when events are occurring outside
I stand on my balcony to witness the thrills
The victor he bows before me, courtesy
For the loser cannot, as he was just killed
Some say I’m medieval, I say that I’m not
My lines have cleaned up a bit, for the day
My legs don’t move, they’re still, defined
For that reason, I am also on display
I’ve had many a predecessor, a grandfather you’d say
Which would be so identified by the king who shared
But I’m here now and into each morrow
As I hold a queen’s power, of this I swear
Categories:
derriere, imagination
Form: Rhyme