All the women look at Mister Macho Man
as he flexes his muscles
and cracks his knuckles
while working on his tan.
Mister Macho Man is always at the center of attention
wherever he goes.
Needless to say that all his peers and foes
have to settle for rejection.
But despite all of the cheers,
he is not happy
and often even feels crappy
because of his growing fears.
His biggest worry
is that he'll eventually become furry
and lose face
in the race.
Up in long bands of gray and white
angry clouds are whirling,
fingers stretch downwards to the ground,
faint traces of swirling.
the farmer sees it and suspects
what nature is unfurling.
Glad at least it came in the day,
not stole in come evening,
he locks the barn and heads downstairs,
in basement remaining.
The air moans loudly when it starts,
vortex boldly roaring,
snaps tree-trunks off like they’re matchsticks,
Sends the branches soaring.
Birds fly off in a panicked flock,
much too scared for crowing,
the wheat flexes, and flattens low,
disturbed from its growing.
A mad chaos, its motion blurred
by the rush of spinning,
if any storm-chasers lived here,
you know they’d be grinning.
But alas, this is not the plains,
with their F-5s looming,
oh no, this is upstate New York,
and those hills aren’t moving.
The block the flow, they interrupt,
winds are quickly fading,
it barely lasted three minutes,
the dark whorl abating.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
All a girl wants is a man who looks amazing in a tiny suit
one that will make her heart race when he flexes his glutes
one who comes charging down the beach on a white horse
and swoops her in his big strong arms, without any force
All a girl wants is a good looking man with a sexy strut
one with crazy thunder thighs and trunks that plunge n' cut
one that will place tanning lotion all over her warm body
and make her purr like a kitten after drinking hot toddy
All a girl wants is a swimsuit God who is named Bolt Upright
it has to fit him almost right,... but just a wee bit tight
one who can save her if she's about to drown at sea
and give her mouth to mouth on bended knee.
"All a girl really wants, is a man who looks good in a bikini" - Yummy !
The Man in the White House
Watches with a cautious eye
Aware his term of office
Is swiftly flowing by.
The man in Number 10
Still thinks his country Great
As he creeps and craws to
His trans Atlantic mate
The Man in the Kremlin
Wanting territorial gain
Wreaks havoc and despair
On the defiant Ukraine
The man in Pyongyang
Just doesn’t care
How his irrationality
Drive nations to despair.
The Quiet Man of Beijing
Very seldom seen
Flexes his muscles
There behind the scene.
The working man in general
No matter what his location
Labours long and hard just
To maintain his situation.
The body ages perceptibly
~ the mind flexes receptively
She’s stuffed and she’s mounted;
She’s up on a board.
This week, she’s discounted;
We’ll throw in a cord.
Her joints all work;
She flexes and bends.
Pretend that she’s surfing;
The fun never ends!
She’s Wi-Fi-enabled
And password-protected.
Her system updates
Are auto-detected.
And upgrade to Pro
For 995;
She never talked more
When she was alive.
So don’t waste
your dough
On a mausoleum.
You spend all
That cash
And nobody sees ‘em.
Don’t sit there, man, move it!
Get up off your can
Our agents are waiting
Get your Instagran.
At night they grow wild,
change color
awakening their shadow forms.
A Purple Wandering Jew
sucks moonlight
through a hollow stem,
it wants to drink
and it will,
rain sings to it
on roof and windowpanes.
A Weeping Fig droops
but come nightfall
it will dance naked,
limbs held wanton and high.
A Dumbcane
watches a Spider Plant
jerkily cross over its silhouette.
A small nest of foliage rustles
as a potted petunia
flexes its green sinews.
All prepare to enter our dreams,
not as delicate blooms,
but as floral dragons;
Chinese whispers of the snapping kind.
Images from a cogged apparatus.
Fingertips toggle milled brass
abreast a concertinaing leather.
Tripodal spread, pegged legs.
Women paused in pose,
a gilded stillness.
A plump bosom peek-show.
Wide-open lens revealing
knee’s, and ankles,
silky ribbons; lace decorously draped
over a connivance of modesty.
A gentleman photographer
throws a dark curtain over
his head.
The models are captured
framed as they are
inside a light-box of silence.
An artist has added a color tint,
their cheeks are rouged
lips glossily red.
A luster and filigree
of bygone corsetry teases the eye.
Posturing in an upper room.
A warm lamp licks Tiffany shades,
shadows halted in mid-flicker.
Feathers and brocade adjusted,
imagination moves, veils fall,
flesh flexes.
Their legacy a démodé,
an optical glow from a yesteryear,
one to be admired in secret.
The ground is white with powdery snow
Thankfully, I have no place I need to go,
The arctic north wind has ceased to blow,
I see one bird outside, a large black crow
He flexes his wings occasionally for show,
In yonder meadow stands a single doe
Despite the frigid cold, she’s wary of a foe,
The fox she saw skulking in a near hollow
All is peaceful, the atmosphere is mellow,
And I feel like an extremely lucky fellow.
She has left the drape of darkness.
Soft electric lighting
nudges hips into revelation.
Her stone has left its whiteness,
blue veins bury their tributaries
into perfected form.
There’s a dappled culturing
where marble flexes.
Her body lives beyond death and life,
the sculptress created her
as a mirror-image of her desire.
It is a dishonor to simply look
at such plicature, curve and contour
as if she were created
only to be an object for the eye;
to touch her, bring her under my flesh,
to know the shape of her in my body
that is the secret depth, the wish.
Hands seek to hide my mind
while they ripple together within
pocketed thoughts.
"Take Ur Man" is written all over her perky body
The short shorts she wears
The evil in her laugh
The grin on her face when his arm flexes
With a body made to wrap around a man
Lips soft and eager to explore
Make sure ur man is s3xually satisfied
"Take Ur Man" is hidden behind her eyes
Love & Attention is what she seeks
Lust is what she attracts
Daddy issues cause the legal age gap
Her name means beauty in Italian
Make sure they r never alone together
Her self confidence is ur problem not hers
She knows she is hot & so does he
"Take Ur Man" is dripping down her thighs
U better hope u drained him properly
He better fall asleep before u do
Her night shirt says "Husband's Love Me"
As u begin to feel selfish and unavailable
She finds him, giving u space
Trust this nom de plume when I say....
She has "Take Ur Man" written all over her
whispering worms taunt
early birds awaken
a cat flexes its claws
John G. Lawless
4/4/2020
She is her own moonbeam shining bright;
a beacon in the sky, penetrating light.
In evenings centrifugal dance,
heavenly body does entrance.
Giant star shine lamp
of mega-trillion amps.
In the hustle of celestial bustle;
she flexes her gaseous muscles.
whirling, spinning, never dimming,
she moves along like Peggy Fleming.
A holiday on ice, in space,
puts a smile upon her face.
I gaze upon this gracious sphere,
gentility that brings forth a tear;
for she’s our planet, our homeland
and we must do whatever we can.
We must be on the alert,
Gaia’s demise to avert.
3-10-2020
Picture prompt Poetry Contest
Brenda Chiri
A butterfly shucks its chrysalis shell,
thus, its metamorphosis is complete.
And transformed as if by a magic spell:
a caterpillar has joined the elite.
Flaunting pigments beyond an artist's brush,
vivid color choices intensify.
And touting living art that makes you gush,
Nature's masterpieces all qualify.
A shimmering, splendiferous specter:
a butterfly flexes bright neon wings.
And as I watch it sip drops of nectar:
it tops the list of my favorite things.
Boasting patterns that are strikingly bold:
this butterfly is a beauty to behold.
The Wizard of Our-Land reigns supreme
cloaked in the garments of fear's dreams
He waves his wands, flexes his muscles
smooths over all problems, as dark winds rustle
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