Fred’s wife found lipstick on his collar
Boy, did she ever scream and holler
Fred said, Sorry dear
I won’t live in fear
Guess who, and I’ll give you a dollar
(murder mystery or not? In Senryus)
She wore red lipstick,
so their first kiss would be like
classic cinema.
She got it on his
clothes, in case he was, you know,
married or something
“If I were rich I’d
collect beautiful things like
you.” (he'd said.. awkward?)
Her silence was the
most articulate thing that
he’d misread, so far.
He said “you’re so real,”
she thought, “Ok, I’m seen, he gets
that I am alive.”
She’d archived his chats
like something that might be proof
of a crime someday
.
.
A song for this:
work by no na
By Phan Tan Hai
You carried the fragrance of the sky
from the days of short hair,
bringing it back to leave upon your lips—
a lipstick mark pressed onto paper,
oh one lifetime of longing.
Sitting beside you for a single day,
then a lifetime of farewells;
at the far edge of the sky, birds fly,
their cries falling back
as sorrow gathers in my hands.
Memory—your green hair of one season;
beloved—the small station by the school;
waiting for you, slender as smoke;
forever remembering the letter l for loving you,
beloved—the letter m for missing you.
A lifetime I have searched for you,
eyes looking across many realms;
have you lost your way, little bird?
Lines of poetry bleeding purple ink,
a sharp ache etched into the heart.
If only we had held each other
and strayed off the ancient path—
lipstick mark, where do you go?
The scent I once stole from you
I hide in poems for ten thousand sorrowed lives.
The weatherman gets it right
50% of the time
for yesterday
And they say he's in his prime ...
The outlook for the short term
is partly sunny, partly cloudy
It depends on whether the President’s navel
is an ‘innie’ or an ‘outie’
Longer term, the skies are clearing
the truth will be made known
That lipstick on POTUS' collar? Heh-heh
He attracts female drones
With green lipstick on pouting lips
and pendulum sway in her walking—
adoration at finger tips—
thankfully we can’t hear her talking.
But now, everyone is without poise.
HD glares and surround-sound noise—
Producer of his own life story
content in all its gory glory.
The six-finger selfie in church
claimed by the Director to be right—
his hue clashed wildly with the pyrite.
Minions’ common sense left in lurch.
The grainy figure lost his detail
as the entourage has now hightail’d.
Lipstick red on a pig
Batting her long lashes works her charm
Last call at the OK corral
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
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He smothered her with lipstick kisses, every part of her body aroused
Where within her he had lit a raging fire; that just couldn’t be doused
Under his experienced hands as becomes submissive without any will
Opening her love gently enters with a view of the inner demons to kill
With his lipstick lips pressed against her breast her inner waters break
His mission to own her, this woman he will as never to the end forsake
He's riding her with a passion; he is taking her with his own calm force
Knowing her overwhelming lust for him, her own un-redeemable curse
Releases from deep within him a red hot fire which for him over-comes
And with his last lipstick kiss upon her eventually for him she succumbs
These two bodies that rose up in unison and which died in eternal bliss
An inner ecstasy that could only be reached, because of his lipstick kiss
Ballerina shoes pink
Miss majestic magenta
Fresh as a rose red
Fairest faintest nude
Paris, New York pleasure
Lipstick colors in red, purple, beige, pink and brown
Once upon a time, God butterfly kissed America.
But American leadership turned arrogant.
This flavor of arrogance has no soul mirror.
For it feels it is perfect and brilliant.
And must control the dull and disfigured.
Now our widowed God is donning a black veil and black lipstick.
America is bracing for the icy kiss.
It is futile to fight, flee, or hide.
Pray that the good people are spared.
Nothing can reverse this cascade of death.
This relentless violence and mayhem of men.
The vipers are slithering out of the bag.
Aiming for stiff-blood-soaked necks.
I pray that the good people are spared.
Something is stirring in the black mist.
The desperate masses can sense it.
It is the approaching rumble of the globalist.
Misery dancing with time and ancient scripture.
A slow slide down the frozen black stairs.
I pray that the good people are spared.
Luscious lips smelling of lavender
Inspiring cranberry kiss
Presenting poetic purple bliss
Sucking on chocolate neck
Timid yet teal tender caress
Interesting emerald eyes
Calling for comfort cherry cries
Keeping me hotter than July
Signed sealed delivered I'm yours
Words of affirmation in your letters of love
Vintage cursive feelings flow from the ink of your pen
I discover my reflection as I reread the note again
Each time is like the first time I can't stop reading
Or thinking
About you, the book I don't want to put down
The book we're still writing, my favorite story
My favorite part is her signature
Because she stamps the mail with a strawberry lipstick
Stained love letters I don't want to wash from my mind
The smell of her strawberries let's my heart feel her lips
p.s. your letters kiss my heart like I've never been kissed...
No matter what you do in samsara
in the effort to improve samsara,
improve yourself, improve others,
it’s still samsara.
All effort, all improvement, never leaves the wheel,
but that doesn’t mean there’s only the wheel.
The wheel is what spins, ever-changing,
the embodiment of impermanence,
but what it spins in
spins around,
spins for,
is another story altogether.
(8/19/23)
Our first romance was Satan’s pressed buttons
In my presence, her blouse lost three buttons.
And I, helper, to fix back the buttons
While she had it on and watched my patterns,
Leave giving my eyes to meet a buxom
They were just bound to decide was awesome!
Knocking opportunity quite handsome,
My coughs, then, began to be troublesome…
Also, the handiwork of her red lipstick,
On her lips lodged for who would heavy ones lick.
With her closer, time bomb began to tick,
Nothing to stop me, save on head hit stick;
For some minutes swallowing saliva
Like had ex-lover a Charley Iva:
The lipstick proved her good painter,
My chances of making U-turn fainter…
Now with my child; what type of character?
Please, if it’s female, watch her character!
Just explained I have a pregnancy,
My rejoicing victim Neighbor Nancy.
She knows not what she
Does when she puts her lipstick on
Men become lions to tame
When she puts her lipstick on
She paints her lips a masterpiece of red
Puts her lipstick on
She is then most beautiful
When she smiles that way
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