I do not own a pair of pajamas
In winter, what do I do
Do I pile on the covers
or do I lie there and shiver
If I leave this to your imagination
you might charge me with sexploitation
So, here’s my secret –
No, I don’t borrow my son’s
What I do is close the window!
It’s off with the clothes
~ On with the skin show
Categories:
own(a), clothes, imagination, night, sexy,
Form: Rhyme
i guess i own a skeleton
we are about the same size
it has my shape and I have its eyes
and when we are together
we share the same name
and when we are dead
we will be one and the same
Categories:
own(a), death, devotion, humor, life,
Form: Rhyme
was on Charlies Bucket list
Categories:
own(a), poetry,
Form: Free verse
Instead of being a chick magnet, my vehicle is a curse.
No woman will go out with me because I own a hearse.
I bought my hearse because it runs great and it was dirt cheap.
But when women see it, they slap my face and call me a creep.
I finally got a date with the woman of my dreams.
But when she saw my hearse, she ran and screamed.
Women don't want to make out where corpses have been.
Because of my vehicle, they won't date me, they find other men.
If you already have a bad love life, making my mistake will only make it worse.
Women will not date a man if he drives a hearse.
(I got the idea for this poem from a TV show that I saw.)
Categories:
own(a), car, funny, humorous, women,
Form: Rhyme
I own,
a gun.
Not really,
they kill things,
i could not kill things
i have watched our leaders kill
not things, but people, better than us
wiser, warmer, sadly we watched, bewildered..
Categories:
own(a), political
Form: I do not know?
Each evening I sit alone in deep thought,
and stare in wonderment
at constellations without a name;
how many suns, like ours,
are invisible to these stupefied eyes...
how far are they from where I am?
To own a corner of that sky,
I should be much closer to them to shine;
and I must find me a place in this Universe,
become a star so insignificant and unashamed...
beginning to exist among their magnificence!
To go further, where astronauts are guided by stars,
I must have the indomitable spirit of Columbus
and the bold courage of David!
Each morning the resplendent sunrise
awakens me to end my imagined journey...
with consternation and demise;
my pursuit was to inevitably conquer
my fear and not relinquish any possibility...
to penetrate the depths of space
with nothing more than grace...
for a design that I was eager to declare!
To own a corner of that sky,
I must have an insuperable and indisputable faith...
with a determined purpose in mind:
so that doubts wouldn't abound and end my quest!
Categories:
own(a), devotion, me, universe,
Form: Ballad