When birds start to chirp bright,
We both on boats, loaded with hugs and hopes,
sail through serene scopes
to savor sweet and splendid sight.
When cicadas no longer chant aloud,
We both on kites , filled with love and luck,
fly on the sky nip and tuck
to flirt with rose-clothed cloud.
I met a jolly fisherman with hair as white as snow.
Everywhere he sailed his ship, the kids were sure to go.
He came down from the north, after a little nip and tuck.
Smack dab in the middle of his boat was a giant ice cream truck.
While he baited his hook, his elves would stir the cream.
The kids would come down to the beach and everyone would scream.
Could this man be Santa? Boy that would be slick.
How could someone catch a fish with chocolate push up stick?
The elves just kept on working, they seemed to never stop.
Little Billy swam on out for a drumstick and fudge pop.
The king cones all sat ready they were the next in line.
The snow cones didn’t taste that great, but the eclairs tasted fine.
The kids just kept on swimming and ate up every treat.
The sandy beach was all packed down from tiny little feet.
If you ever run out of bait, while fishing on waters blue.
Remember this little story, fish like ice cream too.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Warden
8/21/22
“Nip and tuck” her surgeon says,
crow’s feet on the run
Tighter skin on feathered whims,
botox zero-sum
An ageless wonder creaks inside,
bones preserve the tale
And when she smiles her lips on fire
—wanton to regale
(The New Room: December, 2021)
I see no evil in the
Mortise and tenon and in the thin
Red line Mao traced in a
Thousand or more
Platitudes still
Posing deftly in old
Wuhan.
Just a while ago I did glimpse a
Twinkle in the
Delicate curl of a child’s
Lip and in the
Tender.
Millions of centimeters away the French, in
Perfect nonchalance,
Pause, as stock markets
Nip and tuck to
Languid sips of cool cool
Wine.
-Jeff Troyer
April 2020
“Hey, when is my turn?”
asks the horse.
“Hold your horses,”
says the plastic surgeon,
“while I give the duck
a quick nip and tuck.”
Here A Buck and There A Buck
We never wanted to make a buck;
You and I have been nip and tuck;
Poems love writing;
Each other inviting;
Out more poems we should shuck.
(Before gold someone else struck.)
Jim Horn
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Do you remember those days. I just keep adding poems
to my latest poem and add AND MORE to the title.
Short Not Long Thighs
Are no poets I know who denies,
My poems are words for the wise;
President ignore,
And do deplore;
Trump likes short and not long thighs.
Jim Horn
Chivalry Delivery Comes With Misery.
Dose of Adipose is gross. Prose on you grows everyone knows. Prospect we select should be correct. Decline being mine which is fine. When announced on pounced and was trounced. Administered to a herd that occurred. Canadian and Ukrainian were insane again. Now let me copy and paste.
With a new world in the making
Positively no mistaking
No need for hesitating
With no line and no waiting
Welcome to the new world order
Closed minds with open borders
What have we done to our sons and daughters
We'd call someone who cares but we've run out of quarters
A generation made up of nip and tuck
Using the government as a living crutch
With no if's and's or even but's
My love can beat up your love
Peace, love, and understanding
Never before has been so demanding
Play the laughter track the networks are caning
In the meantime, enter the sandman
To sleep off the thoughts that differ from you
Without a care if they are or if they are not true
It won't change your mind one iota or clue
Where under the sun there's nothing new
You can kick and scream all you want
We know you know you know how to cuss
No if's and's or even but's
My love can beat up your love
Life seemed nip and tuck always
Till you said, “I do!”
Now my heart gets its tan in your smile.
Was I just lacking focus,
My skies filled with you?
For it seems you’ve been there quite a while.
Do you live in God's favor?
Love's star is in sight!
For your presence brings magic to life!
What was difficult easy,
The painless delight,
And anxiety’s gone out of strife.
It’s a heavenly feeling
To love without fear,
And my only regret I delayed.
Is it gifting from God that
You hold me so dear?
May the Lord bless the time that we’ve played!
Long Tooth
March 28, 2017
Have a close look, and what do you see?
Those lines on your face: Your history
All mapped out and years in the making
Your age is a number that needs celebrating
Some need help, here and there
Others don’t worry, or seem to care
At the end of the day, when all’s said and done
It’s the price you pay for having fun
Ageing gracefully as we travel through time
Can be a roll of the dice that blows your mind!
Is it your genes…… or just good luck?
Time will tell…… ‘if you need a nip and tuck’
Some people……‘just let go’
Then get depressed at the horror show
Those who can afford it……‘go under the knife’
In an effort to disguise their ageing and strife
Wear and tear; happens ‘my son’
So don’t get depressed when your youth has gone
It’s nice to grow old…… especially with your peers
So don’t start looking…… too young for your years!!
Philip Royle copyright ©
Beauty is in the eye of the one looking in,
Movie screens teach us how we should look,
Slim and glamorous,
Facelifts define it,
Nose, eyes, and lips,
All under the knife,
A nip and tuck,
Cutting off pieces,
Looking more stunning,
The smaller the better
Famous!
Bewitching and glamorous,
People looking in awe,
Cinema plays the scene,
Award winning actresses
Starring roles! Attract,
Petite bodies fascinate,
Tempt and allure,
Good looking,
Pretty! Rules,
Diets engage,
Power controls,
Instructing us,
Do the same!
Longing to copy,
Hypnotized,
By the fame of it all,
Lulling us,
A false sense of belief,
How should we look,
Hollywood tells us!
Changing the way we think,
Deceiving us with every lie,
Making us believe,
We need to change,
When all along,
We are beautiful,
Just the way we are.
01/01/2017
Dreams, Battles and Waking To Rejoice
Times that my mind wakes to take flight
flying away in spheres of magical dreams
So often are near hour of black midnight
when dark powers dance with their schemes
A journey into the devil's unholy realm
to battle the hordes of his evil beasts
Flying blind with no master at the helm
slaying engorging demons at their feasts
Girded with truth's invincible shield
long sword of bravery in my right hand
Solemn vow to die before I ever yield
cutting out the heart of Lucifer's band
Every battle goes on in a nip and tuck
slaying the filthy beasts left and right
Always my feet seem to get me stuck
as daylight rises to defeat dark of night
Times that my spirit chooses to wake
victory is rewarded for valorous deeds
I rejoice deeply for goodness sake
as God's truth met my fighting needs
Robert J. Lindley
04-21-2015
My suntan comes from a bottle
My hair from a wig maker in Peru
My legs are very hairy
I have to put my teeth in to chew
I have had plastic surgery
And a nip and tuck
And I'm soon to have my nose done
With a bit of luck
My lips are bigger than Mick Jagger's
And I have that wind tunnel look
And I'm quite a catch by anybodies book
But I'm all man
Well almost
But I do what I can
I do have a six pack
But keep it in the cooler
Yes I'm quite a man
I measured it with a ruler.
So come on ladies grab me while you can
When I've got my teeth in and wig up on my head
They say I look like George Clooney
But then I look in the mirror
And I think they meant Mickey Rooney.
Ar well can't have everything
But my heart is loving and true
I may not be organic no more
With all the plastic surgery
But there's much more than that to me.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. July.
Clutching the purse to her chest and the counting
She grabbed at the invisible hands and doubting
If it hadn't been one thing it would have been another
The greed put out the fire with smother
Greed, the great pacifier
Holding each coin close
Counting and counting over and over
The hiding place ever changing
A dog can never have enough bones to bury
The alcoholic and one glass of sherry
Snatching at fingers and to the comfort of the vault
A ski mask helps one not to be caught
One pacifier deserves another
Turning from the bank with her greed
Draws her purse to her chest
Maybe the freezer wrapped in foil
Holding each emotion and counting
Not a drop of water and the broken founting
Such a miser she won't pitch a penny for luck
Met her doctor at KMart for a nip and tuck
The Baby Queen strikes her rattle
As the basket is passed she puts in nothing
Always wanting to know where the next one comes
And the texture of each bill
Even Barbie held with the covet
Getting summons and the snub it
Ken wears only Gucci suits for his pleasure
Barbie holds each banknote with measure
Pug noses in designer hoodies
Wicker baskets on beach cruisers
Leather sofas doggy devoted
Grooming parlors and pet hotels
Best pooch in wedding tux
Nip and tuck, no more nuts
Hollywood glitz for puppy shitz
LA doggy style
Westside!
My name is Arabella
And I’m really such a girly
I like to wear nice dresses
And my hair is blonde and curly
With underwear by Reger
And Prada on my feet
Made up to perfection
I give all the men a treat
My perfect breasts the envy
Of the women that I see
They look me up and down
And, they wish that they were me
I’m very nearly faultless
And quite soon with any luck
I’ll have the money saved
So I can have the nip and tuck
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