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A Scot had once been quite handsomely built
Now with corona did not fit his kilt
Ate all he could find
With more on his mind
Became rotund and his manhood did wilt
Isolation made the fridge his best mate
Yet now he wanted an illicit date
Could not find his willy
Rubbed on some chilly
No growth so he needed to loose some weight
But cakes and pastry were hard to resist
When he tried his knickers got in a twist
Spermatic retention
Or penile extension
For not to miss out on an overdue tryst
The doctor himself was a well endowed man
‘I must help this limp fellow if I can’
Grafted a bone-r
For the new owner
To cool it implanted a vacuum fan
Balls on fire complete with bagpipe and trumpet
He seeks out his most delicate strumpet
But before he can dip it in with pleasure
She takes from her bra a hooker’s tape measure
‘Size does measure but this I won’t lump it’
The surgeon was not a continental medic
Had stuck to feet and inches for the prosthetic
A small mis-understanding
Results fully pending
Outcome detachment on a scale rather epic
The patient was of course not very amused
And not just his Ego was blatantly bruised
A centaur with no application
‘Now I need an ablation’
But the healer threw a wobbly and refused
If I incise once more I have to cut at the root
Give you a mammoplasty you’d look rather cute
Without bothersome ********
No impotency detection
This is a soft solution you cannot refute
At least now flaccidity will focus your hunger
Voluptuous and curvy you’ll look like a stunner
Indulge in cream tart
And if you fart
There’s no one around to make a scared runner
29th April 2020
I saw him standing on the limb and I wondered about his sanity.
The last time I had seen Green Bat Clock Man was on my vanity.
I’ll jump! He yelled to the crowd of robins gathered around to stare.
I watched him do an entirely crazy summersault high jump in the air.
He’s chained! Ted yelled; He’ll break his neck; fall in the inner cove!
The chain unraveled as if by magic as the Green Bat Clock man dove.
He’s a wizard one screamed as he landed on his well-endowed feet.
He’s a mystical clock, yelled my cousin Jeb, love child of Uncle Pete.
Green Bat Clock Man flew up to the limb and did it again and again.
What do you think of him? I asked my not-easy-to-please identical twin.
She sniffed. I think he’s still a show off, and not to my taste at all.
She was still angry that he had left her broken hearted in the fall.
(Dedication: For Ann, the love of my life)
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How sweet this fond greeting
From this sultry beauty;
In kind easy dreaming,
Now arouse thoughts breezy.
When a dream comes true, feel
The pulse and impulse swing;
Yes treasure then goodwill
That grace and fate now flings.
Many people seek out
The lovely life that's found
In noisy haste that shouts,
Yet build on shaky grounds.
This weary world revolves
Round a roundabout sway;
You cannot now resolve
Tears that time steals away.
So, here we are my dear
Through life's long corridor;
Coming and going here
Waltzing through many doors.
No matter what turns up,
We can calmly face, reach
Movement that fills our cup
As love binds each to each.
The greying years now streak
Fine wrinkles and white hairs;
Our weary bones now tweak
A well-endowed affair.
Can you hear the music
From years and years before?
Feel fond mystic magic
In happyness galore.
So here and now we know
The marvellous life brief,
Fond easy afterglow,
Joy that transforms all grief.
Here for a while in spring,
As seasons come and go;
Our easy laughter flings
A lovely flow and more.
Cheers then to you my dear,
Sultry beauty most kind;
Let peace and love and cheer
Grace you and I in mind.
Two hearts can sing sublime
Of fancy and good grace;
Thank you for blooming chimes
Beyond mere time and space.
Leon Enriquez
18 December 2014
Singapore
Although retired, we'd wake up tired;
sound, peaceful sleep, did not acquire.
We found a plan which we admire
that makes our 'day' much more desired.
Our energy picks up at night;
so morning hours are over-hyped.
By noon, sometimes, were feeling wiped;
by ten pm our strength ignites.
Now something new that we have tried;
our sleeping hours have been revised.
By two am to bed, obliged,
and up at ten left us surprised!
We can accomplish much more now;
our 'day' is longer, well-endowed.
And hubby with this plan is proud;
we are in sync here at our house.
We're wide awake, as night flavors
late movies, shows, we now savor,
or read and write past midnight hour;
wake up mid-morn...'new' day is ours.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Trying Something New
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Judged: 10/27/2018
Rules: Rhyme and Meter with Near Rhymes
(Lines of each stanza end with matching
'near rhymes' per RhymeZone.com)
My shoes long worn out now got torn,
Within it rough, rude pebbles meet;
Pricking, poking in some stern tone
Knit-bit of my venturing feet …
Needle-like long pin-pointed thorns,
Pierced my now-dirty, ripped outfit;
Prodding every nerve, muscle, bones,
Thus tempting to stop my pursuit…
Horrifying rough rocky grills,
Frightening densely dim forests;
Mystery-like messy mole-hills,
Terrifying combs of hornets...
Sitting there leisurely, surely,
I tried removing one by one;
I could not do so much, purely,
It needed works perfectly done...
Thus, when I completed my course,
My friends, neighbors, even others;
Ignored me like some evil force,
Or like no one's dog, none bothers...
'Why such futile works he digs up?
Is his life not well endowed too?
When he needs to humbly give up,
Why does he cling to whims new?'
Let the world possess its outlook,
Let it move in its trodden routes;
Its grim conducts I do unhook,
I define the routes of my roots…
03 June 2021
(Vowel a omitted)
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
The dolly mama —
heartbreak after heartbreak.
mama’s babies became their babies.
hers was buried in a tiny coffin, flowers in hole.
he had a name covered with dirt.
the other names, she holds as a bouquet,
petals, spilling like tears down her face.
drops muddy the ground
sprouting up other people’s kids
and a goddaughter, she loves to pieces.
identifying with the struggle of self,
she encourages and wraps her sensitive arms around
youth, not always pretty, sometimes uncouth,
but she holds hope in her heart
for those itty bitties.
her first attraction was to the stars
with their huge hair, sparkling teeth,
glamorous clothes, big personalities—
she let hers shine right out front,
being well endowed.
her crowd drew attention
but her loving nature grew and grew.
she’s a dolly through and through.
judgment belongs to God.
somehow i think Jesus
would draw her close, hug it out.
3/25/2021
Saturday tour
Fine arts exhibits;
Innovative textures
Meeting here
With art and buffet;
Small talk punctuates
Look deeply now
So much passion;
Well-endowed
Faces in the crowd
I seek you;
Finder's keepers
Now I can see
Your beauty smile;
My heart swells
Surge of rush
Adrenaline flood;
Fight or flight
Listen now
My lover speaks;
Heart to heart
I grow old
Older than time;
Ageless spirit
From booth to booth
We explore beauty;
Facets of delight
Small talk,
Chit-chat waters;
Big deal in small things
Leon Enriquez
12 May 2014
Singapore
Find the missing courage to stand,
together a crowd well endowed;
A globe in the palm of your hand,
now what we need is to get loud;
Neighbors have become divided,
no matter if either side tries;
They call each other misguided;
clean shoes never fix the wrong size;
Hastily two hands become one
within the confines of my mind;
Holding peace like a loaded gun,
just think if everyone were kind;
Imagine a coast of rose quartz
where we understand each other;
Domestics the same as imports,
we now press forward forever;
Revolution ‘Desperate’ fanned,
the bourgeoisie have become proud;
A globe in the palm of your hand,
now what we need is to get loud.
The Aussie Squatter
Arnold's an old Aussie squatter
Nowadays he just likes to potter
a vegie garden of corn
he's never forlorn
He's happy when the weather is hotter
The Delicate Art
I once met Martha McPherson
Hard to find a much nicer person
has the delicate art
to suppress a long noisy fart
Never involved in nasty coercion
Man with a Stutter
Max is a man with a stutter
Plays golf much skill as a putter
eighteen holes he's the gun
many tournaments won
His breakfast hot toast spread with much butter
The Lady with schmaltz
Jacqui's a lady with schmaltz
Decided she'd learn how to waltz
slipped on some glass
fell flat on her ass
For many years her teeth have been false
His Funky White Cocky
Billy, he's a local disc jockey
owns a bird, a tattooed and funky white cocky
sometimes it will rise
most times it just lies
Well endowed he used to play hockey
Decorates the Spot with a Freesia
This young woman who's called Alouisa
For many years she's suffered alopecia
no hair down below
nothing will grow !!!!
Decorates that spot with a freesia
She Had to Leave the Party
And there's Sara Paulina McClarty
She always so bloated and farty
it followed perchance
a small squirt in her pants
She had to rush home from a party
footnote: alopecia means hair loss
I talk to my chest hairs every day
Hi there, you seem well endowed
You're coming along quite nicely now
There's four of you, you must be proud
Not long ago, you were only two
But as one thing leads to another
Passions explode in your frail bodies
And with hairy love you're smothered
At first signs of life, you waved with joy
As two tiny sprouts first appeared
A loving impression of a hairy family
My tears ran down to my beard
A shining example of a loving community
My beard started out like you guys
But that was quite a long time ago
Now a gathering of three hundred and five
The true measure of your value to humans
And the bliss your existence inspires
Unknown to many, the reason you exist
To absorb our sweat when we perspire
© Jack Ellison 2012