Short Bellybutton Poems

My “big word” quota has been reached
Can only use little words like “pee” or “beep”
Quite a restriction
Can't use “bellybutton”
Or others like “parrakeet” or “chickenfeed”...

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i pressed your
bellybutton
like a door

bell ringing
a tickling
feeling

running
throughout
your very being

releasing spring
loaded laughter
in the form

of seeds to be
planted to 
grow

contagiously...

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Hair blowing over my face
your breath dancing across the strands
with peppermint scented kisses.
Soft flutter... 
just above my bellybutton
I take your hand
and place it over the spot.
Amazement fills your hazel eyes
as you feel your child move 
for the very first time....

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i'm not
a flat earther
in fact
a fat circumfermenser

so knowing
that i try
to look
at my toes

but by gosh
by golly
i see
my belly

then also
taking in
how hairy
i am

a sinking ship
swirling down
to a not
Bermuda

triangle
but a lost
lint filled
bellybutton...

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as a child 
i truly was
curious and
always did
pick things
from out my
bellybutton

then it was
the usual
not so much
such things
as sunflower
seeds or the
occasional

blueberry
but the
that
what
most
find
in an
inny

but now
older my
belly is
reverting
to the
bump
of

a baby
as is
my mind
thinking
thanking
god i
don't have

an
outy...

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The dry sand blends with her flesh
   as I sink into that coffee cream fresh valley
      that peeks beyond the safe beats of a bellybutton
         tapping against the winds of me

Rain runs against the porcelain bottom
     as she releases hidden sounds from her aching soul
         that resist me through distance but shall fail
            to the desire of our entwined chance in time...

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perhaps picking
too much it seems
my bellybutton wants
to untie itself from the in
side out but i socially have
always been an outy not in with
the in crowd though i have an inny

now too paranoid
to sleep keeping
an eye on getting
a larger gut what 
would happen if
like Houdini my
body's greatest

escape from
the binding
cord is to
burst
forth
from
self

to
set
self
free...

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i think i
saw what
i think i'd seen
three wise men with

no clue for
they followed
a star but the star
was seen in the puddle

of a tear
in a shallow
bellybutton run
down from the high

grounds where
i found happiness is
not found in a smile or
laugh but perhaps in a pat

upon a good
dog's head being
said you did good boy
no need to salivate what

is
already
wet and getting
all the more so  so

just
lap...

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