Aphrodite was fuming, did not want to attend Olympus Twelve today.
heard that her arch enemies Athena and Hera were coming their way.
these goddess hussies had started the Trojan war, had they not?
Hephaestus said “Put on your big goddess panties, and over there, trot.”
she took seashells, doves, swans, myrtles, anemones, sparrows too.
spread them around her table, and stared down those notorious two.
“There is the patron goddess of prostitutes” Hera said in a mean way.
angry now,Aphrodite resolved to sleep with Zeus before the end of day.
Categories:
hussies, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
Aphrodite was fuming, did not want to attend Olympus Twelve today.
heard that her arch enemies Athena and Hera were coming their way.
these goddess hussies had started the Trojan war, had they not?
Hephaestus said “Put on your big goddess panties, and over there, trot.”
she took seashells, doves, swans, myrtles, anemones, sparrows too.
spread them around her table, and stared down those notorious two.
“There is the patron goddess of prostitutes” Hera said in a mean way.
angry now, Aphrodite resolved to sleep with Zeus before the end of day.
Categories:
hussies, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
Sending Love to My Papa
Underneath his multiple dark layers,
He was desperately seeking the light.
Wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing his betrayers,
Kinsman who disregarded his cruel plight.
Memories of guilt, loneliness, and shame,
Ruined and fragmented his tortured soul.
Years of misdeeds and their utter disdain,
He spiraled down an abysmal hellhole.
Tragic mother’s attempt at suicide.
Philandering father bedding hussies.
Abandoned precious children mortified.
Devastating hearts of blameless babies.
Ignored was the beauty of innocence,
Unearthed by kind love and strong resilience.
Categories:
hussies, abuse, emotions, father, feelings,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Years down the road we will be known as flappers
In 1929 we are known as outrageous open hussies
Shunned by the church-y women, loved by the nightclub crowd
We are to be feared and adored, yin and yang, laugh at our frivolities.
Play girls, fun-lovers, life enthusiasts, dancers, singers, swingers.
We giggle and jiggle our way into your hearts, or out of them.
Depending on how deeply indoctrinated you want to be.
Mesmerizing some, scaring your wives and girlfriends.
We have bobbed our hair, shortened our skirts, and we have sass.
We are tired of the hum drum staidness of life, we are ready for action
Retaining our youth; yet you are keeping daughters and molls from us.
We live our truth, reminding daisies to be themselves and shine.
Categories:
hussies, nostalgia,
Form: Prose Poetry
THE EDGES WERE RAVELED
I COULD MAKE OUT THE
AUTHERS SIGNATURE
I MEASURED THE SIZE
AND FOUNDED WHAT
I HAD CAME TO SEE
THE ORGINAL " DUEX dE gRITT"
BY dIZZIE cAULIER GRUMP
I cOULDN'T BELEIVE WHAT WE WERE SEEING
A VISION FROM tRIMPP's " sUCCI"
IT'S A OIL PAINTING OF WHAT THE MAN IN
dRIPPERS " NIGHT IN bRIPPLES bAY"
THE PICUTURE OF THE HIDING WAR THE
cANADAIN gOVERMENT HIDE
FROM IT'S CITEZENS.
THEY SAY IT WAR ALWAY DOWN THE HOLD EASTCOAST.
THE WHALERS FROM THE PACIFIC THOUGHT THEY WERE IN THE PACIFIC
THEY WOKE UP ONE DAY IN THE aTLANTIC
AND STARTED WHALING.
tHE CANADAIN gOVERMENT
FOUND THEM OUT IN THE NORTHWATERS.
tHEY SIGNALED THEM, BUT wHEN THE WHALE SHIP GOT
SPOOKED, THEM hULL-HUSSIES LAUCHED
AN ATTACK ON THE FRIGGETTS.
THE OTHER PIRATES AND FRIGGET ALLIED
AND THEY STARTED AH WARRING.
THEY HIDE THIS FROM US IN SCHOOL.
THEY DON'T TEACH THIS STUFF!
Categories:
hussies, art, fate, identity, missing,
Form: Ballad
2 TABLESPOONS OF CUMIN
1/4 CUP OF SOY SAUCE
2 TABLESPOONS OF PAPPRIKA
1/4 CUP OF CAYEENE
3 TABLESPOONS OF THYME
3 TABLESPOONS OF ROSEMARY
1/4 CUP OF GINGER ROOT
1 CUP OF DICED ONIONS
3/4 CUP OF DICED GREEN PEPPERS
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED GARLIC
2 CUPS OF DARKBROWN SUGAR
1 CUP OF CHOPPED CILANTRO
3 CUPS OF LIME JUICE
2 CUPS OF FISH STOCK
2 CUP OF EXTRA DRY GIN
3 CUPS OF PINEAPPLE JUICE
1 CUP OF LIQUID SMOKE
12 SLICES OF PINEAPPLE
IN A 5 GALLON BUCKET, MIX THESE INGREDEINTS, ADD ONE BUTTERFLIED
FRESH PORK HAM, MARANDAED OVERNIGHT. TURN TWICE COATING ALL SIDES. PLACE PINEAPPLE OVER THE PORK ( LARGE BAKING PAN)
ROAST ON LOW FOR ABOUT 3 AND A HALF HOURS...
BAKE WITH SWEET POTATAOES, ALLOWING THE PORK TO COOK THROUGH.
WHITE CHEDDAR AND ROASTED GARLIC MASHED POTATOES OR SOME ROASTED YUCCA ROOT WILL MAKE THEM HUSSIES INTO GLAMOROUS LOVERS. SMILING LIKE THEY OWE YOU SUMTHANG!
Categories:
hussies, food,
Form: Ballad
THE BUTCHER SENT THE PORK.
SHE TOLD THEM, I DON'T
KNOW WHY THAT DAMN
FOOL, ORDERED THOSE
PIGFACES.
12 PIGFACES, THAT'S
ENOUGH FOR A PARTY.
IF HE THINK'S I'M GONNA
COOK THEM, HE GOT
ANOTHER THING COMING!
HE BETTA GET THAT CHICK
DOWN AT FREAKY
SWIGGLE TO COOK'EM, I HEARD HE
AND THOSE HUSSIES WHERE
DOWN AT THE GOOPY-GLOOP
GRINDING ALL OVER THOSE WHORES,
HE BETTER GET THAT OLE, GAL
OF FEDDIE TO COOK'EM, CAUSE I AINT!
GOT NOUGH BEER TOO!
DAY GONE PARTY WITH THEM HO'S!
BETCHA ONE OF THEM GOT
GHONNOREA OR SUMTHANG,
WHY WOULD THEY BE PARTING WITH
THEM PEOPLE, I DON'T KNOW!
LORRD CALL THAT DAMN FOOL
AND TELL HIM, HIS EVIL FOOD IS HERE !
Categories:
hussies, art, evil, food,
Form: Classicism
The florid footprints of hussies
seeped upon the black rug.
The florid heart of a saint crippled at the
fallow door.
The laughter of a sober count guised the howl
Of a callous whore.
count,
Composed a strangely shaped finger,
count your curses, ---
And Death was the raincoat I wore.
Categories:
hussies, life,
Form: Verse
Creeping inside me, upon me, like dawn,
the realization I'd become a pawn.
The latest casualty to your psycho games,
when all's said and done, there's just me left to blame.
Where we not equal, a commensurate?
partners in crime, a clone, duplicate?
The masters of muppets we pulled at the strings,
we'd tempt them with treasures and favourite things.
They think we don't know they want you as the prize,
their rose tinted glasses cannot see through the lies.
Your floozies, your groupies, your hussies, harem,
all star in your cheap, egotistical dream.
I kept off your radar with no sudden moves,
there's nothing to feel now but betrayed and bruised.
How dare you invole me, defy me, trespass,
and slash me apart with my own heart of glass,
That you proudly display as a trophy award,
to hang along side the pursuit I ignored.
19th November 2011
Categories:
hussies, people, me,
Form: Rhyme