Puckered Up Poems

Puckered Up Espinela

You are known to raise blood pressure,
all my taste buds have puckered up;
A teaspoon’s like you’ve drank a cup,
I’m left buzzed on briny treasure;

Holding a sick sense of pleasure 
just leaves me prone to overdose;
My off switch leaves me so morose,
I’m frozen by where hope is hung;
Heightened flavor sits on my tongue,
that taste as sweet as salt so close.

Pug Gives Baby a Kiss

Pug puckered up
Gave the baby a kiss
No one noticed
Not his mother, father,
Or his nanny, a miss

Pug walked away, satisfied and happy
A dog who is sentimental and a bit sappy
Baby woke up and thought something was weird
But had no knowledge of the deed,
So no culprit was accused, convicted or cleared

Lemon Tarts and Oatmeal Cookies

Life’s not always peachy keen
                              or cherries in a bowl
Often, just the stems and fuzz
are left to heal your soul

Yes, perhaps a lemon tart
                     has puckered up your lips
Perhaps, the apple of your eye
just ate your bag of chips

None-the-less, it’s worth the work
                        No sour grapes to spoon
Even when you’re getting old
your plum can be a prune

And so your shrunken raisins 
                   are now filling up your plate
Make some cookies, have some fun
Remember “it’s a date”!

Persimmons, Porcupines and Guns

Her lips were of Persimmon pink
Her nails of Porcupine
              And when she puckered up to kiss
You’d better which your spine!

Her eyes could penetrate the night
Like lasers from a gun
              and when she set her eyes on you
Oh boy, you’d better run!

Let’s not forget about her feet
At “Bunny” speed, no less
              She’ll hop right in and nibble when
she finds out your address

Persimmons, porcupines and guns
And with those Rabbit’s feet
  She’ll chase and kiss and scratch and burn
What might she like to eat!

You Puckered Up

You puckered up
Right In My truck
Declared your trust
Undying love 
You scared the pee
Straight out of me
I said my dear
It isn't clear
The things I feel
When you are near
I need a chance 
To take a glance
At all we have
And if I'm glad
I'll take you home
You'll be my own
If I don't know 
Then you should go
I'll write a song
When you are gone
Of growing old
And all alone
What's wrong with me
Why can't I see
This mystery
Of loving ye
Why am I bound
To this singles crown
I need a nudge
To take the plunge
Just give me space
Up in my place
And if your face
Becomes the case
That plagues my mind
And drives me wild
I won't Deny
The feelings inside
What's that you say?
I'll run away?
No fear outweighs!
Oh no oh nay
I'm not afraid
Bring on that day

Written 03/08/17 3:17 PM

To Kiss a Toad

I kissed a toad upon his nose 
A blissful little toad he was
Of gray and blue and green and brown
I picked him up from on the ground

His eyes were big 
His lips were lush
His toes were painted
Of pink and blush

I stared into his beedy eyes
They twinkled back to my surprise
He puckered up and so did I
Leaned right in and kissed not shy

A cloud of gray and blue arose
I coughed and sneezed and than time froze
The toad transformed before my eyes
A handsome Prince well dressed and wise

The Kiss

eagerly waiting his turn
pacing in the lineup
planned his strategy
his heart thumping
got to the kissing booth
puckered up his best pucker
for her lips so tender
he couldn’t resist
offered to pay double
for his guilty nibble



AP: 2nd place 2020

Submitted on December 22, 2019 for contest KISSING CONTEST sponsored by BOBBY MAY  -  RANKED 5TH

Love Potion Number Six

Though he tried to win her affection
    All he got was her rejection
  Then his best friend said he knew
   A woman who could make a 'love brew'

 So off they went with the notion
   That they could acquire this love potion
  They knocked on the old lady's door
    She let them in, so they could explore

 He told her of the girl he adored
   And how by her he was ignored
 Old lady Annie knew just what to do
   She whipped up a most potent brew

  It was indeed her favorite mix
   She called it "love potion number six"
 Then she said; "After putting this in her drink my boy
   The first person she sees will be her love toy"

 Just one drop and the girl would brim
   With so much affection, only for him!
 But now he had to think,
   How to get one drop in her drink

 He knew the place she'd go to eat
    And that's where he'd put in the potion sweet
 So his friend distracted her, and in a wink
   He put the love potion into her drink

 He puckered up for a passionate kiss,
    But then something went amiss
 After she took a sip of the potion's blend
   The first person she saw was his best friend!!

 10-15-19

Chipmunks Picnic

As I was sitting on a bench and I was looking at this tree 
Down ran a chipmunk, who came to say hello to me
 
I reached inside my tote bag to see what I could find 
To give to Mr. Chipmunk while he sat on his behind
 
I found a bag of peanuts that would suit him very well 
I watched him crack them open as he threw away the shell
 
Down ran another chipmunk to join in for the feast 
But she was very cautious, I guess she thought I was a beast
 
I said hello to Mrs. Chipmunk as she puckered up her cheeks 
But she ate so many peanuts that she really couldn't speak
 
Down ran baby chipmunk as curious as can be 
To join in for the picnic; oh my god, now there are three
 
After they had eaten they had left some peanut trails 
Then they chirped to tell me thank you and they wagged their little tails
 
I'll see you all tomorrow, I want you all, to please come back
I'll bring some peanut butter if you'd like another snack 


5-4-2018 

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Red Neck Delivery Man

I’m all jacked up on the bottle
And I’m wacked out of my mind
She left me for that mail man
Brown suit done crossed the line

That package she was waiting on
Had two legs and a smile
I’m bout to make a delivery
And I’m delivering red neck style

Ill hunt him with my old coon-dog
Expose with my spot light
Take another shot of whisky
I got a dog in this fight

When you’re messin with my women
You’ve got a country problem my man
I’ve got a first class package

Red neck delivery man

That old coon-dog is bayed up
It about midnight
I slam it in to 4 wheel
His butt is puckered up real tight

Like a tick on a coon dog
Digging in real deep
I don’t need no tracking system
Just my red neck philosophy

So when you hear those glass packs coming
You better scurry up that tree
You can bet your ass I’m coming
You bout to get a piece of me

Cause I’m coming with my coon-dog
Bringing my spot light
I’ll take another shot of whisky
I got a dog in this fight

When you’re messin with my women
You’ve got a country problem my man
I’ve got a first class package

Red neck delivery man

Watch out boy - here I come –

Red neck delivery man

The Blarney Stone

The Blarney Stone
It was a bucket list I had to fill
I puckered up and felt the chill
The stone was cold upon my lips
The ledge was hard beneath my hips
Within my head a bell had rung
And words were forming on my tongue
Stories for the young and old
Simply waiting to be told
A scrap of paper and a pen
I jot a line down now and then
In hopes someday someone will read
The gift of gab?  A gift indeed

The Rhyming Queen of Poop

Dear Jan, I hope you enjoy :)

THE RHYMING QUEEN OF POOP

Jan sits on her throne singing
Ting-a-ling tinkling
Wrapping TP ‘round and ‘round
Hoping solids come unbound

Queen of Poop’s puckered up
But happily she rhymes whilst a back-up
Yet relief emanates with a ka-boom
And an ah-ha whisked away with TP broom.

Trudy

You puckered up your lips
You went and cut your Beatle fringe
You squeezed in your bikini
And you trimmed your ginger minge
Your shadow on the beach eclipsed
The bathers on the sa-a-a-a-nd
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! You're out to bag a man
.
She lazes on the beach
Down by the Purple Dolphin Bar
She dribbles down her chin
While ogling hotties from afar
And even though you're thrice the size
You started out to be-e-e-e-
Tru-u-u-udy! You'd have two of him for tea
.
She spies a clueless victim
As his glasses hit the ground
She gaffs him with a tender look
And the sturdy rope she'd found
Though it's not gold nor money
That will cure this Turtle Dove
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! It's just buckets full o' love
.
She straddled him, his legs so thin
Then she began to pout
For it took half the fire brigade
To pull her victim out 
Then he began to run as soon
As his feet touched the ground
Now Tru-u-u-udy, he's nowhere to be found

The Journey of a Tear

It often trickles slowly, timid and shy
From the inner eyelid of a song
Or down the cheek of a distant mountain
A sunset rising beyond the hill, or moonlight on the window sill
A rose in bloom…a drop of dew…so tiny, sweet and beautiful
It fills a cup with voiceless wonder, and deep affection
It languishes softly…with wild abandonment
And will not be tamed 

But, another kind is rooted deep
Buried where the light can’t reach
The anguish of the world falls on it’s cheek
It dwells beside the hopeless shore
Until thundering waves can't be ignored
The first single tear drifts down the walls
Into the shadowy tide of a river, longing
Bleeding old wounds, through all the old hurts
Looking for a place to hide
The sky above the earth will darken
Behind a leaden, lumpy cloud bank
Now the day has puckered up a bottom lip
Round spattering tears are warm
Prelude to the storm
The day will weep
Until it falls asleep





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For the One Silver Tear Contest: 7/26/12

Ike Series 6th --Barn Dance

Heck, never was much of a one fer romance,
Mostly shy ‘round a lady,
Never learnt how to proper dance,
couldn’t do it if’n ya paid me.

Course er’er times I got all likkered up
And jumped and kicked ‘till ah coon’t no more,
But Bobby Joe surprised me when she puckered up..
Ah got up the nerve to kiss ‘er and fell on the floor.

Reckon one day I’ll git me a dancin’ lesson,
Get gussied up and ride ole Hoss to the barn dance,
But I’ll still be scairt I’m a guessin’
Tho I’ll be wearin’ smellum and ma new overall pants.

Thet thar ah remember was what ah was a thinkin
when ah was a barely sebenteen
Now fifty years later seems in a eye blinkin’
And yep .. Ah done found ma queen.

Twas aft ah come out the Navy
When ah had a family on my mind,
Sure ’nuff found a special lady
But don’t y’all never mind…. 
Thet thar’s a story for nuther time.



dec 17-2011 part of Ike and Jane series
written by Robert A. Dufresne

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