Long Bikini Poems
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You blocked traffic for a dance vid,
until the cop threatened the cuffs,
batted your eyes to deal with him,
then his words got rather tough.
You charmed a man to get free drinks,
were shocked when he didn’t bite,
complained online ’bout ‘how men are,’
commenters laughed half the night.
You’re not hot enough to be this crazy,
you’re not hot enough to be this daft,
you’re doing things only a ten can,
a seven can’t pull off stuff like that.
Looks only go so far,
don’t matter who you are…no,
you’re not hot enough to be that crazy,
the real world doesn’t put up with crap.
Put your bikini pics online,
tried to get money from simps,
then raved for the whole world to see
when some troll called you a blimp.
You declared that you were ‘poly,’
told your boyfriend to understand,
he left and those who came sniffing
were not close to ‘your type of man.’
You’re not hot enough to be this crazy,
you’re not hot enough to be this daft,
you’re doing things only a ten can,
a seven can’t pull off stuff like that.
Big fish in our small town,
but oceans drag you down...no,
you’re not hot enough to be that crazy,
the real world doesn’t put up with crap.
There is no use denying
hot girls can get away with things,
it’s something that they always trust,
to make a tool our of our lust.
And though this seems a brutal fact,
you’re really not equipped for that,
so find some common sense again,
or aim you show at ugly men!
You’re not hot enough to be this crazy,
you’re not hot enough to be this daft,
you’re doing things only a ten can,
a seven can’t pull off stuff like that.
I know it isn’t fair,
Double standards don’t care…no,
you’re not hot enough to be that crazy,
the real world doesn’t put up with crap.
A sex change surely ain't in my future
Seems kinda weirdo to me
Have admired women all my damn life
Would be uncomfortable in a 34B
Although I've always had pretty nice legs
The hair is a distraction for sure
Especially when wearing a skimpy bikini
A sight too stunning to endure
Not saying I wouldn't appreciate the glances
From Fred a friend since grade one
Quite awkward though in the ladies room
Standing to pee would stun
Guess I'd be forced to sit down from then on
Maybe a sex change ain't so bad
Seeing the ladies in various stages of undress
Might change my opinion a wee tad!
© Jack Ellison 2013
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini."
- Jack Freestone
More skin makes my heart pound, as you prance around. Your bikini shifts as your feet hit the sandy ground, I hope I do not make a sound.
My dad said be careful of what you wear, never go too bare. Be careful of the wolves out there, they will take you and not care.
This frigid weather is getting me down
Was planning to sunbathe today
Perhaps I won't with temps in the minus
Skin freezes in 30 seconds they say
Maybe it's better if I wait 3 or 4 months
Sunburn is better than freezer burn
Besides my bikini would go all the way up
To my nipples as to purple they'd turn
I'm Canadian eh! So what's all the fuss
Used to go out in my jockeys
When it'd get down to the minus twenties
But I'm no longer young and cocky
With some guys it takes a wee bit longer
For their brains to fully develop
Eighty-eight soon so I'm looking forward
To finally pouring my own ketchup
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Yes, he thought – her body shaped
Just like he’d dreamed in his wildest fantasies,
The shape of love, the shape so graceful,
Silhouette flowing over the mind,
Erasing the doubts he’d had when he chased her –
Eager to know the thoughts behind
Such a pretty, pretty girl – one who’d become
His heart’s aim, the end to all his games,
The feeling so alive, like a shadow in his mind
Burning away all the darkness with light
Reflecting the beauty that she was, truly
Beautiful – inside and out, he believed her to be
The girl of his dreams, his future wife –
Yes, he thought – but then he married the beauty,
Attracted by how she looked in her bikini,
He reckoned her to be the love of his best dreams,
The one who’d last, the piece of forever –
Still beside him, still together long after the years
Had given them their worst fears, feelings
Alive with tears – silencing their younger dreams,
Making a way for them to see past the earlier times
Into the music that played so they’d find…
A future full of inspiration, insight and imagination,
A future filled with grace and hope, love that goes
On forever, always inviting, always deciding…
This is the way it is meant to be, this is beyond heart
Felt reasoning – this is the meaning of victory,
But…
She left him when he turned fifty – for the lively
And energetic fella who first gave her a second look,
From his body of twenty five, his promise to survive
Beyond her doubts and dreams, beyond the music
That played, revealing to the husband she’d left behind
This is the cougar who redefines the meaning of mid life
Crisis – the meaning of reevaluating life to find…
Her bikini has made it through the marriage
But her heart has never changed its mind…
She is still the child inside, never maturing so she might
Love someone who is older than fifty – sigh….
He loved her so, but she had to go – the cougar inside
Decided it was time!
“All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini."
- Jack Freestone
A GIRL WHO LOOKS GOOD IN A BIKINI
With youth this is so. So longingly leering at hourglass shape.
A tan is a plus. Plus exotic or blonde hair, long and exciting.
With a cocktail, a must. Must find way, to be close to her beauty.
The only thing except sports. Sports swept away at the beach.
Personality may be a bust. Bust still carries sway.
A guy may hit rock bottom. Bottom’s up in an ocean cup.
Better yet a judge…judge a bikini contest.
That is a dream. Dream girl’s on display.
Later in life he longs for a woman..woman with brains.
Women are a treasure, its true the whole world through' made to Gods good
pattern, He imbued them as lifegivers too with the proclivity to nurture,. With emotions so; raw and rife.' At times Headstrong then seeming helpless' intuitive and versatile, i have seen them come smiling through so much strife.' Flawed
Man as i am, i often read them wrong.' Encouragers, provocatures, I find on the
Whole describing them ad-finitum now a job hard and long.' To enumerate all their qualitys, yet also irs such a great blast.' As they are wearers of high fashion, yet don overalls on farms..Some embraced tbe atoll bikini causing almost; world atomic
Alarms.! Some are reserved and
academic cooks and bakers too' seamstresses and
Florists the doctor who cares, to do.? I beleive they are as
A social glue, holding many of lifes facets
true' also homemakers did i forget? They are prominent at protests'
I am trying to be expansive here yet...Maybe its the best i'll
Get.? There is so much they have accomplished
' they're not just cookie cutouts of men ' they hold their
Own inalianable validation. Its been the same since
Way back when.' Just as Rahab lowered the spies
Down, then scarlet cords that Joshua could see' she was
More than just a professional' she had true compassion and
Just maybe.? The need to beleive.? Also the ancestor of Jesus
I'll have to leave it there, a conundrum to the self-righteousness
The world has in oodles.' And it seems
more to spare' a place that takes great pains in promoting
( certain labels? And how to be') in such the
best. Its a sort of feast? A cornucopia
of odditys
That advances humanity to a stage.. Yet
not for the
Very best, there is still war and death and pestilence
Famine fear and doubt, mis-engineered social experiments
And much it seems? to ' hate on and
about ' have i read of this someplace other?
In the past, somewhere before? My mind observes
Lines of ancient scrioture..While in my mouth there
Is a real musty taste for sure.)
Cinderella doesn't need
to be a glorified housekeeper
dealing with the summer blues
only her very own shack on the beach
selling pina coladas and margaritas
Cinderella doesn't need
a fairy godmother
only a magical starfish
to grant all of her wishes at her command
Cinderella doesn't need
to go ballroom dancing
only a one way ticket
on The Disney Magic to Castaway Cay
Cinderella doesn't need
glass slippers, a tiara
or a fancy ball gown
only a pair of flip flops
a hat made of straw and a crystal bikini
Cinderella doesn't need
to ride a pumpkin carriage
only a surf board
cruising the high seas
on the back of dolphins
Cinderella doesn't need
a prince to sweep her from off her feet
only a charming sea captain
serenading the romantic songs of the Caribbean
to win over her tender little heart forever
some say maybe
some say gravely
but the law of older
age is that gravity
weighs heavily on
ones body my body
being no exception
so to mention with
no intentions or
meaning but
to man up
mainly my
sagging
mass
starting below
the neckline i'm
taking the time
to ponder there
where a woman
would have a tan
line if bikini clad
any time
in the sun
but mine
can never
sate a babe
but my babe
can sate me
sucking as if
suckling she
receives no
nutrition but
nurtures my
pleas of yes
please please
me
now
trying
to see if
i can see
my toes by
simply looking
passed my not
being ignorant
pregnant look
ing belly that
blocks the
sight of my
site seeing
eyes
not being
able to get
a glimpse so
i wiggle them
to just make sure
they are securely there
yes my world is not flat
visability an uncertainty
navigating by feeling
i find below my
equatorial belt
line my edenic
peach tree
still can stand
when it doesn't
want to slump
but the bee
hives hang
cautiously
wanting
honey for honey
not to be stung
i wear pocketed
pants planting
my single cell
phone in one
asking her
to text
or call
many
times
but not
to worry
my response
won't be by reply
my cell is set on
vibrate
Form:
Bikini clad babe
Tanned for the day
She invites me home
Maybe, nightly stay
Her home we reach
She showers, i wait
Drinks are poured
It feels like a date
The heat persists
Yellow bikini she wears
Once again
In x-ray stare
Our talks continue
Like the previous day
But more of each other
More open say
More drinks are drunk
As the evening longs
That feeling hovers
This is where i belong
The music plays
As i take her hand
This bikini clad babe
Beside me stands
Torso to torso
Face to face
Our eyes meet
Then our lips grace
Kisses like roses
Touched by the breeze
Contact so light
Increasing of tease
Our hearts are releasing
Signals the same
Passion of flow
In wanting tame
Her body i kiss
As my teeth undress
Release of her clad
Revealing her naked finesse
Muscled and proud
She strides as i stand
Bikini clad babe
And her beach found man
Like a piston and liner
To her place off rest
Consumed in hunger
Sensuous zest
Our bodies discover
The joys of a bond
This is more than love
It's two hearts in respond
Our heavens delight
As our bodies glow
Rhythm's from rapid
To caress of slow
Sensations saved
In our loving minds
To love each again
In future times
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