It didn't end, like it started
Something that I've heard, like
“In losing what we once held,
We find the true worth of it”
It didn't bother me until now.
The thought itself was too heavy
Too heavy to live with, die with
I would live but death would take my soul
My soul as it was tied with yours
With you, I feel death could not do us apart.
But it was now in memory
Which we are forced to forget
I have loved you since forever
I love you now
I will love you forever,
Pinky promise.
PS: Pinky promises can never be broken. Ever.
My lil pinky hops around
Hops around
Hops around
My lil pinky
Hops around
Just like a clown
My lil pinky
Turns upside down
Upside down
upside down
My lil pinky
Turns upside down
Down, down, down
My lil pinky wiggles in place
Wiggles in place
Wiggles in place
My lil pinky wiggles in place
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
My lil pinky can do anything
Pinky pink and greeny green met up with a Keurig machine
Decided to build a kitchen around it, both were pretty keen.
Until Greeny green wanted green, and pinky Pink wanted pink.
Their relationship ended upside down in the sink.
Neither would budge, both wanted their way.
Maybe it’s a good thing they did not get married today.
Diverticula pits up her colon
Can’t eat much or intestines get swollen
Ma's farts are so stinky
She swears with her pinky
Ain’t gonna stop her from goin’ bowl’n
Ma, gran, and Fran’s bowling tournament
I sat far knowing their predicament
Fran’s blasts were the loudest
Best bowler and proudest
It’s never again and that’s permanent
Pinky Purple is a gorgeous throwback to the sixties.
I penned her quickly, easily, with diamonds of ease.
Her worn blue jeans are bellbottoms, hip-huggers too.
She is perky and lovely, with fantastical eyes of blue.
She exudes love to friends and strangers alike.
There she goes to spread joy, she is on a pink bike.
There was a cute stuffed animal that I once had.
A bell jingling in his ear made me glad
to have Pinky Winky near me, my sweet comrade,
but he fell into the toilet. I felt sad.
Mom threw my Pinky Winky out; I didn’t get to see
my favorite toy for one last time. A tragedy!
Mom bought a new pink substitute teddy bear for me.
I could not even smile, for no jingle bell had he!
Feb. 6, 2022
for the 'Pride of Place' Poetry Contest of Julia Ward
There was a girl
Named Pinky Pearl
Once, on her way
She found some hay
She rolled in it
Loved every bit
So she played there
Till evening fair
Then fell asleep
On fresh hay heap
When she woke up
'Twas Buttercup
"Moo, moo", she said,
And nudged her head
"This is my place,
Give me some space",
So Pinky stood
She understood,
"Hay was for cow
Time to go now"
03.23.2021
Pina colada?
Pinky said sure.
Pinafore dressed
She looked truly pure.
Pin curls and pinballs.
Pinky provided proof
Pigtails non-withstanding
She was an odd little poof.
Pink roses here
Pink roses there
Pink roses everywhere
to decorate the world beautifully
The graceful face of these roses
enlighten the whole universe
more than neon lights
But, lo; time is unstoppable powerful character
it brings the rainy day thru its chariot
Oh! what a grimace figure the rainy days have
what a giant sharp of its shedding
what a misbehavior manner of it
now whole the world is logged in its shedding tears
and the pink roses have no scope to escape from time's cruel clutch
26.08.2020 Chattogram
seek shelter
in my loving
embrace;
your safest place.
should the stars desert
the night sky,
should spring
flowers wilt,
should the moon
lose its glow
should the sun
lose most of its warmth,
my arms still won't release
its
hold...pinky promise!
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
BRIAN'S CHOICE B,any form,any theme poetry contest
Contest Judged: 5/13/2020 (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 05/13/2020
I am so amazed
at the beauty of the sky
pinky-rose flambe
Jan 23, 2020
For you my dear;
I pinky swear;
I really, really do care I’ll walk you home;
Never leave you alone;
I really do care;
I pinky swear;
I’ll walk you home from school;
Each and every day;
Protect you from all the dogs alone the way;
I’ll help you with your home work;
I’ll even go with you and your family to Sunday school and Church;
For you my dear;
I pinky swear;
I really, really do care I’ll walk you home;
Never leave you alone;
I really do care;
I pinky swear;
And I’ll instill in you;
Though we are yet children;
The right way to love;
This we won’t pretend;
I’ll help you with your home work;
I’ll even go with you and your family to Sunday school and Church;
For you my dear;
I pinky swear;
I really, really do care I’ll walk you home;
Never leave you alone;
I really do care;
I pinky swear;
And I will never harm you-I pinky swear
And I, I will never hit you this I do swear, I pinky sweat
I will never lie to you-I pinky swear
I will be ever faithful and true, I will, I will
This I do swear
This I pinky swear
8/17/74
Written words by The Corinthian™ & James Edward Lee©1974, 2019
Written for Ronnie Ross
I went to junior high school with Tim Kinney.
His hair was long and unkempt-an aroma of the cheapest hemp.
He had metal taps on the bottom of his black leather boots.
Never carried a book or pen because it just wasn't cool.
He dated a ragged little blond from just over the tracks.
Was menacingly friendly to everyone including us outcasts.
He had black skulls and guns from his neck to his calf.
His 2nd favorite girl branded {TK} on her tight little @ss...
or so it was said.
But by far the coolest thing about Tim Kinney.
Is that he was missing the end of his right pinky.
and like a Japanese gangster, never said a damn thing.
My relationship (twelve years) has been quite a ride,
The cross-cultural elements all put aside,
Though she's foreign, her language is pleasure to hear,
With an ambiance really like birds drinking beer.
Yes, her humor’s contagious, she’s artist with hair,
Who can match, or explain, Kimmy’s natural flair,
Look on Yelp; She gets five stars! It's not high enough,
And to dress any cuter, in fact, would be tough.
Her coiffure and her nails always manage to shine,
Fashion taste is impeccable, how is she mine?
Even poetry friends wonder how we’re a match,
And my answer is this! By God, she is a catch!
Do you get an allowance like me from your wife?
Though it could be she’s crazy, are you set for life?
As a pledge of commitment (for we don’t wear rings),
Friends (who manicure) joked we should try other things.
So a twin-like blue pinky was born on that day,
I suggested some sparkles as my part in fray,
It’s a humor filled coupling that we’re going through,
And though pinky’s not pink, I can swear I’m not blue!
Brian Johnston
June 23, 2017
Fractured friendships hangs, like a broken pinky swear.
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 1/26/16
For Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
Battle of the one liner contest --- Monoku or ONE LINE poem #3 (old/new)
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