Rear Poems - Poems about Rear

Piggy Porky Perfection

However you dress...compress these clever creatures…

More not less..whenever features...success..

To be Francis...what about Bacon…

Salty...naughty.. fatty flavour to savour.. 

Doing each dish a favour...a porky saviour…

Get a hard on from a lardon..

What’s much better than pancetta…

Peck at a fleshy fleck of top deck speck…

Unctuous umami tsunami of salami

Or sumptuous faux porky pastrami

Cheeky paprika glow of chorizo....

Stellar slivers

A kick up the rear

I've been attentive.' Aware of passive hostile directive
eu implied power.' The titans of 'this hour?' Hmm.' As 
One who does know God.' I offer Some thought? 
In respect.' In amity; in response.' To the actions odd.'
Of the wimpish, and woke ones.' Euro-phile joke broke ones
If I were the leader, of America into free air.' Free

No rear view mirror

Lament not dear heart, the moments gone by,
for it is futile to needlessly cling
to past images that now make us sigh,
more so knowing, mere thought is not the thing,
so why not add to each life breath some bling?
Feeling not thinking, focus unblinking,
we find ego cravings slowly shrinking,
choosing to remain vibrant in the void,
head and heart

Rear View Mirror

Careening down the freeway
   adjusting   watching
   my rear-view   mirror
Checking to see 
   if death
   be closing in
Lurking there
   in my blind spot
of a blinded   life.

Rear View Air

As soon as we got to the county fair
The country odor got through my nose hair
Coz above some milk pails
We encountered cow tails
Which filled our senses with their dairy-air

Rear View

Countless in colours, on display.
Grey matter turns, to white clay,
moulded by brow beaten pressure.
Being a faceless number in line
just to be seen, fleeting in stale time, promoting ones ego.
Wasting lifes days unexscapable
In media,s grasp, really we have to ask.
The Autumn leaves, rush towards us in their late Autumn flack.
The reat view mirror looms, impossible to

Through the Rear View Mirror

You were in the rear view mirror of my life
That one chance encounter to last a lifetime
What a wonderful day it was

Frolicking about the pool two strangers in a foreign land
The ocean waves beckoning us to foray into unknown territory
Sea urchins, star fish, and shells waiting for us to join them in dance

The heat of

The Survival

To live or to survive
It is a hard time
After the epidemic 
Comes the economic crisis
Not enough food 
We grow our own vegetables
Not enough chickens
We rear our own chickens
Nothing to do with money
But when not enough money 
People can bribe
We can do nothing
Even when we retire with some money
They cannot buy all the necessities
And happiness
We still

In the Rear-View Mirror

Used to take a while
  to work up a sweat
Had to jog a few miles
  or sprint like a jet…

Well, those days disappeared
  in the rear-view mirror
Now I sweat climbing stairs
  that I’m older is clearer

Rear View

A woman who had buns of steel
Was proud of their wanton appeal
A judge had a feel
And deemed them ideal
But an eel made her squeal surreal

Rear-Ended Nightmares-

amongst the prism dreams
nightmares in rage enlarging schemes 
of the fiery fiendish fiends below the ground
the skies intervene cloudless simply innocent as a child 
deporting visions indecisive intermissions credence is gone wild
mercies spawned innocence screams

1/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Bringing Up the Rear

The only one along this road… 
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I’m most afraid of
—behind whoever’s last

(The New Room: January, 2022)

Rear View Mirror

While, you read this
Your tock, has already ticked
Your ship, has docked
And, already sailed.

Acrostic Frontnear and Rear

FRONT ENDLOADED
S mile and laugh often
E njoy beauty, where and when
R eject deceit and all pretence
E arn respect of fellow men-
N ever worry what others have done
I n faith trust in God's own Son-
T hen leaving this world a better place
Y ou can look your maker ..face to face
AND
     TO THE

But Ox Rear Ends Debt-

Why ? Is it I'm behind and when you're in debt 
You're in the rears ?
When you're late you pay a fine,
it costs you patience monies and time 
Credit deteriorating fathom gross abundance 
Payments lost you are shot in the back 
In the rear behind buttocks with penicillin 
In the buttocks medicine can't stop smallpox

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