Buzz buzz go the jet ski's,
Chug chug go the glass bottomed boats,
The speedboats race leaving a long white flume,
The water bubbles from the pool aerator.
There's all of the beautiful people who stride around like posers,
There's the strange body shapes that just let it all hang out.
There's the floats and the balls,
There's the parents warning calls.
Children learn to swim from side to side,
You can see their parents so full of pride.
'It's a drag,' means it's not going well
'Queen of the drags,' one foot in hell
'They' preen and they prout, let it all hang out
'We're coming after your children,' they shout*
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*as reported by Fox News at today's NYC Gay
Pride Parade
Haggis hype
Bagpipes bleating like unshorn sheep
Tartan theatrical - military tatoos
Scotland cloning Dolly the Sheep
National pride - Robbie Burns, poet, bard of Auld Lang Syne
Highlands of ancient rocks, rift vallies
natural beauty, layers of worth
Loch Ness, geologic scooped, water serene
Nessie settled in depths, unseen
sonar detection elusive
marine monster of geeky charm
conjured in gift shop puffery
Nessie hat, Dragon like, tucked above protruding ears
In Edinburgh's historic streets
Whiskey fed men, burly, bearded
strut
wrapped in kilts
traditional garb
plaid, pleated, blessed, dressed
in woolen scratchiness (avoid a public itch)
Breezy kilts wrap manly legs menaced by
thigh high thistles
Scottish reach prickly
No matter
Scots men, image strong
(ignore the thistles and street whistles)
brimming swagger like malt liquor
skirting scavengers in exploration peaks
men in kilts (minimalism denied)
protectors of the realm
unafraid
to let it all hang out
Poem composed: March 10, 2021
My boyfriend is one
unlike any I've had before.
He spends the majority
of his time
as horizontal as the floor.
He likes to relax,
let it all hang out,
my friends often avert their eyes
whenever he's about.
He likes to be naked
when he's horizontal,
my friends are sometimes shocked
when faced with a full frontal.
When he visits,I let him in,
he heads straight to the couch,
where he promptly assumes
the position in which
he loves to slouch.
I wouldn't mind
him chilling out,
if was only occasionally
but he takes up loads of room
and the couch
is made for three!
No Need to shout – As I have Ears
Up and down
In and out
Is the place to have a shout
So just make sure
You point your mouth
Before you let it, all spout out
But it’s no good shouting if no one hears
You’re much better off opening their ears
So just turn the volume button down
And never ever wear a frown
Go for a walk
Have a talk
But never ever do you stalk
As kind words mean more than a shout out
It shows you can let it all hang out
As ears are for hearing
What others say
So, it is a much better way
To get your point across
Even if you are very cross
Listen to the words you say
Then maybe find another way
I have ears as do you,
Maybe that is the clue
That there is no need to shout
Because I can also listen to
Or just shout out the same as you!
DAMO xx
Hello, I’ve untangled the hell, I say hello I’ve abandoned the fail made sense of the past at long long last understand the collapse I’ve remembered the cracks the water weighed down from taps I’ve turned them back no trickle to kickle no threat I’ll drown in fact I’m running naked through town chanting loud made sense of what pulled me down gave me a frown naked where’s my gown oh sod it I’ll let it all hang out swing around I’m a happy man with a direction a perfection foundation e reck shon eruption stand proud what caused the depression no longer a mystery set me free I’m nude I’m happy and yes this is me growing bigger bulky and long good I figure double meaning innuendo but who cares my friendo invento words a very strange verse I was in trouble now it’s meet its end though bad English bad grammar so happy it doesn’t matter 13 years I'll talk cow pat I’m now back!!!
I value authenticity in friends.
Relationships for me run deep. They do
not crumble easily once strongly forged.
My friendships that are best go on and on.
My truest friends are frank, and boundaries
we barely know! We “let it all hang out.”
The good, the bad, the not so beautiful. . .
that’s how it goes between my friends and me.
Best friends can keep each other’s secrets too,
and when we give our word, we honor that.
It’s how I separate the wheat from chaff,
for something I am surely not is fake!
Aug. 10, 2019
So, I still
have miles to go
and poems to save,
and time to rant and rave
and snort and shout
and let it all hang out.
I’ll fuss and fume and
act the part expected, ad hoc.
I'll smooth the rankle from my brow
and darn the that hole in my sock.
I’ll lie in bed and contemplate
the path of man, his ultimate fate.
I’ll awaken to the sun at dawn
with rancor as I begin to trim the lawn
and spread some seed for the birds,
the waterfowl and the fawn....
And at dusk with my bride by my side
will close my eyes for that final ride.
CGH 10/13/2018 at 3:58 pm
Thank you God for this wonderful poem.
All I had to do was write as you dictated.
L-et it all hang out,
O-ne chance to be sincere;
L-et the false happiness turn
I-nto a real drop of
T-ear.
R-eveal your true feelings,
O-ne opportunity to be honest;
D-ay thirty in sunny May,
R-esolve the emotional test.
I-nside and out say it clear,
G-rief and sadness you show;
U-nder untrue appearance,
E-vade hiding fear of nothing or
Z-ero.
D-eny not the exact score,
U-sing your facial expression;
L-et the words voice out,
P-lacing you in right position.
I-n your mind, heart and soul,
N-ever hesitate nor doubt;
A-ct without dissimulation, just let it all hang out.
looking sad
that's bad
time to get fun mad
no doudt
LET IT ALL HANG OUT
Everyone has secrets hidden deep down within
Something they would not even tell their best friend
Some of us would not even know where to begin
that is why only God and us knows our sin
many of us have secrets that haunt us in our rest
or maybe just holding us back from really doing our best
some of us have some that get us in quite a mess
and there are some that we are just dying to confess
there are some of us with secrets that we just want to shout
get it off our chest and just let it all hang out
but then everyone would know what you are really about
so that is why we zip our lips and just keep a close mouth
or just to avoid them we continue to just run
even then some of our secrets are hard to hide from
and you begin to think maybe it is better just to tell someone
cause God knows our secrets ,and also the outcome.
I've always been an emotional type
But as I've climbed life's ladder
I've become this blubbering old duffer
Eyeballs too close to my bladder
At the drop of a phrase a wee bit sad
Tears start welling up in my soul
Words come out quite indiscernible
Need interpreters to fill in the holes
As a youngster had a definite impression
It was never very manly to spout
Since realized it's just a natural emotion
So now I let it all hang out
It's not that I have control anyway
Keep trying but the teardrops still show
It's a losing battle right from the start
Might as well just go with the flow
So if your screen begins filling up
With buckets of wet salty tears
Back away and try to save yourself
Till again they sound the all clear
© Jack Ellison 2013
Guidance is a given
Acceptance is a must
In a world so big
The only strength you have is you
Take control drive your goals
Take this time to reflect then let it go
Stomp on the gas
Life has no time for brakes
Coast on the coast of your choosing
Top down no worries no regrets
Let it all hang out
Let them see your heart
Let them live your beauty
Graciful you are in all you do
Make them see with indifferent eyes
Your heart is your dream
Your faith is your forgiviness
Your dream is worth chasing
Run my friends chase it down
There is only one finish line and where it is placed is up to you
Never ever forget this.
ANOTHER PSYCHIATRIC SUCCESS
Man feels guilty, thus Man feels bad :
conscience halts “pleasures” to be had.
Psychs seek cure - Man must not feel bad,
with drugs remove what make him sad.
Good, lucky Man is free from guilt :
no shunning of what shouldn’t be built.
He’ll use base feelings such as hate
to revel in his psych-made state.
Oh happy Man, let it all hang out,
you’ve been ill-treated, there’s no doubt -
go get revenge, go get your gun,
go get plenty of psych-fuelled fun.
Go shoot kids in a blameless school,
they won’t ever call you a fool.
As shots hit home, watch them all run,
thanks to the psychs, Man’s having fun.
Now he’s the target ? ‘Why target me ?
I’m only on a guilt-free spree.’
Those bastards’ guns, they won’t kill him,
one shot to head, success, psych’s whim !
Alan McAlpine Douglas
U nderwear was once taboo
N ow is flaunted on t.v. screens
M en's boxers/briefs, women's bras/panties
E volving (or declining) moral values
N egate former prudish sentiments
T ampon commercials now the norm
I gnorant minds become informed
O ur private agonies are fully aired
N ausea, diarrhea, erectile dysfunction
A ll formerly private matters
B ecome readily discussable
L eaving no subject out of reach
E nlightened minds say "let it all hang out"
S oon nothing will be unmentionable
For Debbie's Unmentionable contest
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