Take me to the lounge
Black boots
nudie suits
Dressing up like the sky
Razer shaved
Miss behave
Calling your number
A cold cup of coffee
Reminds me to turn back
Latter days into empty space
Wanton saints
Capricious my delicious
My demon-licious
It's worth looking into
There's a better way to think of it
The day just can wait for another
No bets no risks no delicate city chicks
A hand an arm your legs walk away
Today I don't see your face no more
Thoughts all say it's a better way to stay
Once your gone I don't have much to say
Just help a little bit
Passed only when it doesn't cost
You took it way But i broke even
You had no choice
I couldn't hear your voice
I saw you in a dream
We were always friends
Footles, as one, regarding Spring by Sandro Botticelli
Sandro
Does Know:
Venus-
Genus
Darkened,
Starkened
West wind
Chlore sinned;
Shrewd glance,
Now dance
Bough, her
Flower;
Three Grace
At base
Bypass
Time sass,
Laurels
Morals
Orange grove,
Bee soave;
Broody-
Nudie
Looks left,
Bereft,
Cupid,
Stupid
As love
Above
High arts,
Babe farts
Passion's
Rations.
March 18, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1200 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I’m so concerned for Britney Spears;
She’s dancing to a Timberlake!
The “Toxic” singer’s shedding tears;
I’m shocked some people think they’re fake.
Danced “Holy Grail?” She must be sick;
She shows such pain on Instagram.
I’m not here for the nudie pics.
Here for you, Brit, I really am!
I put my hand out to find just space
those I'd help nowhere to trace
learnt my judgement was misplaced
oh how good bonds go to waste
finding out it's all one way
false personas ran the play
fake facades fade to grey
actions don't match what they say
and I stand striped
a nudie dude
as hands don't grip
a rude delude
everything I had is gone
they all say I get things wrong
as their dance don't fit my song
I'll put steps where I belong
wonder why I write these words
they have group hugs and a herd
reassurance does occur
but nothing true to how we were
believe the worst that I smoke crack
tell the world as though a fact
blind delusion lacking tact
whilst others see your desperate act
and you forget I know you all
limited and predictable
easy routes which move the fool
comfortable in cotton wool
but the herd still gets hunted
individually confronted
quick to shed consulted fronting
as bottoms sheered receive a punting
as that hole in your very face
is seen a maker of bull waste
goals through fouls not to taste
when all see you a fowl disgrace
Where have all the personalities gone
since superficial insanity spawned
girls shallow yet sunken
swallowed vain drunken
gobbled drug consumption,
common sense shrugged ‘em?
Those fake tans look so strange,
skin isn’t supposed to be orange,
hair extensions make me cringe,
and why are you putting jewels on your minge?
Boobs pushed up by bras
Bums pushed up by hills
Boobs fall down quite far
Bums fall and spill
Those lovely lady lumps
in clothes give me a chump
but nudie lady slumps
my chump less want to hump
Nothing is natural
Eyebrows drawn on
You look like you’re special
A by the book moron
Everyone looking fake of late
faces layered thick with paint
I think I'd rather masturbate
when you undress I faint
Looking faintly like you do when dressed
I swear you had perky breasts
now they are looking east and west
every girl a silicone chest.
The heritage
went for a sale. A tree
stands denuded, after
a nudie.
An orange land hides
the broken remains of terra
cota. I wanted an earthen
inkpot and a reed pen.
There was a wounded word
on the tongue. A
dragonfly leaves the voracious
appetite and skims on milk.
Pulsating cleavage
gets a prize. The salt lakes
are full. A caged bird
will not sing.
Satish Verma
Did someone just mention nudie beaches
Where inhibitions are thrown to the wind
Divesting oneself of the rules of society
Exposing all our lily white skin
Where voluptuousness causes virile males
To babble incoherently and drool
This is not to disparage the lesser endowed
But it's always been BIG BOOBIES RULE
Don't have to be large and well shaped orbs
Small and perky can still turn heads
A female's appeal has a very wide range
Must be upright and preferably not dead
As long as her body has all the main parts
In a relatively organized manner
It's immaterial to most virile young males
When viewing with his built-in scanner
© Jack Ellison 2014
A re-broadcast!
Oh my sweetie is a cutie,
All she needs do is shake her bootie,
But what makes me want to hoo-tee,
Is when she's a dancing nudie.
Oh, she always is in fashion,
A rockette when she has her boots on,
But what really wakes my passion,
Is when her lower parts are flashin.’
When she is near the world’s on mute,
To say that she’s loved would be astute,
No law degree from institute,
Required to know her case is moot.
No court on earth could ascribe blame,
Ever cast dispersion on her name,
A joke, the finger bone of shame…
Our three year old just enjoys her fame.
When you look up in the sky and you see those floating lights going side to side and up
and down and not in a straight line…it’s cuz them UFO people are drinking my profits. And you and yours are arresting me for just makin’ a little shine but not goin’ after those
extra-tarrestrials for flying drunk is crazy.
You need to get them people from Area 51 and Roswell to investigate cuz you’re killing my way of life.
I’ve written to the NSA about this, and they haven’t said a thing…and just between you
and me, I knows they spying on everyone’s phone so when people send them nudie
pictures of themselves to each other and stuff and those sext messages I’d like to know
whose lookin’ at those cuz I’d like to too.
But anyways, its E.T. and his *****friends drinkin’ my profits and flyin’ around without turn signals or nuthin causin people to hurt themselves cuz their lookin up at ‘em flying drunk and the only reason they haven’t hit anyone is cuz we ain’t grown wings yet. So please get Mulder and Scully, and that one-arm man on the case and let me go home. Cuz I ain’t done nothin’ wrong our founding fathers wouldn’t have done.
When you look up in the sky
5/1/'14
Did someone just mention a nudie beach
Where inhibitions are thrown to the wind
Divesting oneself of the rules of society
Exposing our lily white skin
Where voluptuousness causes virile males
To babble incoherently and drool
Not to disparage the lesser endowed
But it's always been BIG BOOBIES RULE
Don't have to be large and well shaped orbs
Small and perky can still turn heads
A female's appeal has a very wide range
Must be upright and preferably not dead
As long as her body has all the main parts
In a relatively organized manner
It's quite immaterial to virile young males
When viewing with his built in scanner
© Jack Ellison 2013
My book of life contains a cowgirl page
When pointy-toed boots were still in style
And Nudie country jackets were the rage
I'd pick a special hat out of the pile
You'd see me coming for a country mile!
There was a certain one that I recall
I'd wear it when I'd go out line dancing
Chocolate colored suede and inches tall
I would put it on and start my prancing
Gave me confidence to be romancing!
On the dance floor doing a dipsy dive
Flirting with the cowboys,having fun
That hat seemed to make me come alive
Calling everybody "shug" and "hun"
That cowgirl hat was sure a special one!
**for contest"My Favorite Hat or Bonnet"
sponsored by Carol Brown
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