I’ll take it to the grave,
all the secrets I hold.
I will not live and tell
such sacred memories.
They ogled a bombshell.
I’ll take it to the grave,
coral lips tightly sealed.
That taste of seventeen,
one night at thirty-five,
the best waits to be seen.
I’ll take it to the grave,
behave like a lady.
Hiding stains on satin,
what a splendid charade.
Urban legends fatten.
I’ll take it to the grave,
this is worth repeating.
My mantra will not shift,
loyalty’s never loose.
I’m okay if you’re miffed.
I once was called
"Miss Thang"
when I was
just expressing
My enthusiasm
about a topic
I greatly enjoy.
yet I was kind
and thoughtful
And I didn't
ever think to
go out of my way
to try to upset
And I even gladly
encouraged
Free choice.
but I do know
that I prefer
to not be ogled
by any sick folks
I do not know
and most of all
I just want to be
with good people
whom my odd
and distinct
autistic light
won't annoy.
At the beach half-clad girls pranced around.
Husbands ogled. Their irate wives frowned.
When the guys fell asleep,
they got buried neck-deep
in the sand. Wives then couldn’t be found!
Sonny Boy...fresh out of diapers
Ogled my iced tea
Gulped every last drop
Grinned like the Cheshire Cat
Yodeled a catchy tune
Blew me a kiss and waddled away
One hour later...
Tea-toter stinky, whipped out his winky
Tinkle, tinkle, little pee monster
Oops...Tee hee hee...WTF!
Missed everything but my wallet...guess better in my back pocket...than my hand!
I don't have a problem with scantily clad ladies
They all have a right to expose their parts
Especially if those parts are firm and voluptuous
Who am I to complain
The Caribbean is overflowing with these latin beauties
Had to look away... my old heart was a-pumping
A mile a minute and my eyes started bugging out
“Dangerous”, they say... “watch your heart!”
Don't these young fillies realize what they're doing to us old guys
Of course they do! And they love it!
Do I sound like a lecherous old dude
So what's so wrong with being a lecherous old dude
Some of my best friends fit that description to a “T”
Women's bodies are a work of art
And are designed to be ogled at
It's written on one of those ancient Egyptian tablets
So next time one walks by
Offer your thanks and quietly wipe the drool from your chin
Scantily clad ladies... YEE HAW!
Three bros., Wideye, Snaggletooth, and Zonkers
When in town went a little bit bonkers
With the girls that walked by
What was level with their eye
Was ogled, whistled at, or they'd honk-hers!
My anger when watched all but nude,
It soon beat a hasty retreat.
Fury’s a shy maid in black mood,
When exposed, ogled at, would quit,
Feel helpless, void of all her wit.
_______________________________
Reflections | 03.05.2013, revised January 2024|Quintain
Adam’s rib - his Eve —
after forbidden fruit, dames
ogled in the apple tree
naked as a lovey-dove
red orbs grabbed before their plucked
5/16/2023
At times a poet joins us
At times another leaves
But when a master poet departs
it's a dagger to the collective heart ...
O, but if he pops in for a 'cuppa' or two
his every keystroke will be ogled and reviewed
And I see it happened to us this very way ~
Chris Green posted a gem on our site yesterday!
Sometimes, I am given to wonder, why poetry
and stark reality must be torn so asunder?
Why the huge stress on a new babies cheeks?
When governments worldwide totally reek?
Why is winter weather or a flower so adored?
While all nations have food shortages that are
woefully ignored!
This is in in no way a denial that wonderful
things do exist!
Nor do I encourage writing a poem, with the shades of Oliver Twist!
Poems that have but a hint of how we actually are?
End up unread, and as unknown, as the planet Mars!
Short, and meaningless, oh yes, these are ogled and read like crazy.
Poetry that requires a pinch of thought, ends up, pushing up daisies!
11/23/2022
Millions of merry mischievous mice made marmalade mincemeat for miles
Nineteen neckties snagged nimble necessary notetakers’ smiles
Outrageous ostentatious octopuses ogled ordinary octogens.
Private praying piranhas provided persnickety pieces of puns.
Querulous quails qualified quite quietly with quality quizzes.
Renegade ridiculous roosters readily rejected revealing robin's kisses.
New dentist, he’s called Mister Payne
His image is fixed in my brain
He wore fuzzy green socks
Pink suspenders and crocs
I’m hoping I’ll see him again!
I ogled him from the black chair
His quirky clothes sure made me stare
A red latex G-string
Hardly covered a thing
The rest of his body was bare!
He polished and checked all my teeth
And revealed his first name was Keith
He admired MY gold crocs
Lace basque and red socks
We’re dating tonight on the heath!
Fuzzy socks and crocs Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
06/10/21
TIT-ELATION
Cute Cecily worked as a stripper
Men ogled, some helped with her zipper
Huge implants were the star
When she whipped off her bra
She’d lap dance for any big tipper!
(For Misty with love)
03/24/21
I gazed in the mirror
ogled my beautiful bod
Then I looked up at my face
~ with a wink and a nod
I spy you standing in the shadows cast
by a flashing neon sign, bumming a smoke,
with your nose dripping as it does on coke;
your pale skin and red hair in sharp contrast.
And you're ogled by shady men you've asked
for a smoke, even some hippy type bloke
who tries to convince you to take a toke.
You didn't recognize me as I passed.
Like a silhouette inked by the darkness,
you are framed by flashing colored lights,
and so drunk, three times you had to hurl.
This alley holds an aura of starkness
and although I know all about your rights,
I won't walk away; you're my baby girl!
(Italian Sonnet)
8/8/2018
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