The Kings of the earth and great men
for survival how to begin
And the rich men, and Chief Captains
privileged and possessions, men of passion
Mighty men, Bondmen, freemen too
hiding for fate and futures through
For behold the days are coming
what can be more foreboding
In which they shall say
how could it end in such a way
Blessed are the barren
those who could be caring
And to the wombs that never bare
those never given the responsibility to care
And paps that never gave suck
that part that feeds those who trust
Then shall they begin to say
why does it end this way
And to the mountains, fall on us
Hide us from the nuclear thrust
And to the hills. Cover us.
give us shelter from deaths touch
This may comes as a surprise to some.
Categories:
paps, allusion, bible, fate,
Form: Free verse
,,möge du mich verarsche oder wie?"
Nie anwortete ich so zu sie.
Nur, ich hatte genug vom fieh
Sie zogen es mir unter der nas'
,,im Nu würden sie mehr verdien, komm sie doch zu Real madrd"
Lieber würde ich mit nen champanier von dem einen holen, den bandit
,,Ich verzicht"
,,Wieso denn das?"
Ich schloss das Gespräch, kein nutz für das irgend was
Ist doch kein Geschwätz
Fußball hab ich angefangen für paps
Nun denksten du ich machs für den schnaps?
Lieber würd ich mein Knie nochmal brechen
Was ich schon viele male gehabt haben tan
Der Vertrag war wie ein kassiererzettl
Ich weiß er war es nicht gewesen
Wieso machen die den alle so unbedeutsam?
Ofte male wurde ich vertauscht,
aufgeschmaust,
aufgebauscht
Blaue/rote kart,
hielten mich für eine zart
Also lasse ihn im Fährte spielen
Doch im bvb ich bleib,
Die Jungs hier blieben mir im Leib.
Da kannst du mich rütteln und schütteln ich werd nicht gehen
Ich werdnicht zu diesen losern gehen
Die sich nur die eifersucht ansehen
Categories:
paps, age,
Form: Free verse
Little hands and little
I feel you growing within me
When you are here
My hands will nurture you
My paps will nourish
Love is what you will never lack
My darling fruit love
I have had to wait for you for so long
Suddenly, you were gone
Not even a chance to hold
A storm that shook my every nerve
Broke my heart
Swept away a piece of me
A part of me that l cant bring back
Memomories for you my rainbow
My sunshine and petals
The Lord's doing, marvelous in His eyes
Mama will always love you
Little hands and little feet
Categories:
paps, baby, bereavement, child, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
I love Paul Merton
I just wish he'd keep his shirt on....
Stop flexing his pecs
In front of Ant n Dec,
Even Vladimir Putin shows more respect
To the long suffering viewer;
Paul:- climb out of the sewer,
Resist the urge to flash
Your naked rippling torso
You're rightly famous cos you're so
Frivolous and witty
It would be a real pity
If your elegant urbanity
Was eclipsed by this inanity,
The soul of wit is brevity
So confine yourself to levity
And keep that sex god bod, son
Securely wrapped in cotton -
Think of all the panel shows you've got on
Whilst staying fully clothed
In doublet and hose,
The paps dont need to see your nipples
It just creates unnecessary ripples
In the light entertainment pond
You are never going to star as Bond!
Stick to your faintly surrealistic reflections
On whether Cumberpatch keeps Capons,
And for pity's sake Merton
Just keep your blooming shirt on!
Categories:
paps, appreciation, humorous, men, social,
Form: Light Verse
I'm the Man
my teeth are yellow
try not to bellow
My hair is nasty
I'm a little sassy
i think i'm trapped
oops i just crapped
I love your mom
his name is tom
i love your sis
his name is chris
I like touching my legs
and eating scrambled eggs
i like taking naps
but i hate my grandpa paps
i'm going to bed
but i want some bread
so i hit it with my head
I don't need it anyway
I'm not going to stay
i'm moving to spain
I own a great dane
I'm going to go take a bath
because I got dirty in math
I'm sorry i just got bored
and i hit my arm with a cord
I'm just gonna throw myself in the trash can
Because i'm the man
I can't afford water because its free
so i drink glasses of tea
I've started to enjoy checking out dolphins
So i killed one and stuffed it in a coffin
Because i'm the Man
Categories:
paps, butterfly, children, cute love,
Form: Free verse
Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly
charm can bestow
Fair maiden strides through
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted
flora doth wallow
Overhead, azure canvas paints a
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's
afterglow
Beneath, green clover spreads its
downy pillow
Her dainty feet tenderly the svelte
blades furrow
Lilac strands their fragrant
essence strew
As her ebony locks in soothing
breeze flow
White, silken lillies fringe the
bristling undertow
Roon paps gild voluptuous, damsel's,
milky tallow
Twirling dandelions their feathery
dander billow
Maiden's silted bosom takes a
respite under fawning willow
Creamy buttercups in the noonday
heat their hearth's mellow
In their steamy shadow, frothy
maiden spreads her umbrella
Categories:
paps, beauty,
Form: Couplet
Refined dame with polished frame
Strewing rose petals from lofty pedestal
Sparkling eyes from which stardust flies
Bright smile spindling on embroidered dial
Pallid face shrouded with humble grace
High cheek bones with sculptor's chisel honed
Coiffed strands of hair so De Rigueur
Elegant neck sharing femininity with regal dignity
Voluptuous bosom with silky folds rolled
Roon paps flowing with sweet, sugary saps
Frothy balloon hovering over silted cocoon
Swiveled hips whose billowy curves in rhythm swerve
Heart-shaped hands from which dexterous tendrils
expand
Long, shapely legs with slithering grooves bathed in silky
lube
Dainty feet whose comely features do entreat
Categories:
paps, passion
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each milky balloon
Red velvet gown swaddling paps so roon
Silver, monogrammed broach cresting over satin plume
Golden necklace the antechamber doth groom
Lilac perfume from each tendered Liily doth fume
Plowing through the quilted morass so carefully strewn
O'er snowy plain with sculpting touches tenderly prune
Nurturing each crevice; in your fecund valley swoon
Watching in rapturous chorus each mound bloom
With fertile lips I pollinate each riveted loom
From each rendered nipple a sweet nectar I exhume
Categories:
paps, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: Rhyme
Iris blue eyes that bright, azure beams strow
Lilly white neck with a radiant, translucent glow
Rosy cheeks blanching cotton swabs of milky snow
Viola black hair coiffed; silky strands strung in a tidy row
Magnolia-crescented bosom with a soft, silty furrow
Camellia-shaped paps that with sweet nectar flow
Butterfly Orchid legs; slender willows with tawny curves that billow
Anemone-cupped hands with graceful seams that her dignity doth sow
Categories:
paps, love, people
Form: Rhyme
Swooning in chorus to your rhapsodic tune
Your soothing Sonata crests to the billowy moon
Your animalistic rhythms o'er every truant part croon
Blithe melody softly careening over every pallid dune
Bass drum taps lightly; milk flows from hardened paps so roon
Exploring in cadence each curvilinear line artfully hewn
Riding each stanza in your seething, swaying balloon
Coursing over each ripple in your silver shoon
Each crevice, crater my hands carefully prune
Sifting out silty pebbles with a sculptor's spoon
Dipping harmoniously into your deep ocean; gleeful loon
Ruddy ballast anchoring ship in your salty lagoon
Categories:
paps, love, romance
Form: Rhyme
It's with the grin of Cheshire
I roll out tongues of glee
and tell the tale of Super Twerp
the Maine Coon wannabe
He is the kind of cat who smiles
at every bag of treats
and growls like baby thunder
when another cat he meets
His owner is Snappy Pappy
who is similar in kind
He chews his Double Bubble gum
and keeps me on his mind
They both respond to sweetness
when it's spoken in my tone
and they both are king of nap times
as they've both so aptly shown
Both will snore and sniffle
Twerp is big and fat
Pappy Snap's a cuddler
and adores his Maine Coon cat
Both of them are called "my men"
It's been ten years gone by
Super Twerp and Snappy Paps -
a kitten and his guy.
Categories:
paps, animals, happiness, life, people,
Form: Rhyme