Short Bend Over Backwards Poems

strange how the ones who bend over backwards ~ are truly the most upright 


By David Kavanagh...

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lets say perhaps perchance
in to have a nice day searching your on second thought
kiss off
and go bend over backwards doing it...

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If I was any more flexible
I could bend over backwards
and touch the top of my head on the ground

If I was any more flexible
You could paint me green
and call me Gumby

If I was any more flexible
We could roll me up 
And bounce me

If I was any more flexible
I would ooze into your wallboards
And watch your every action...

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She gushed and groveled and thanked me time and again.
For a small gesture, taking a speck of dust off her chin.
He on the other hand never said a word.
Although I gave him a million dollar gift.
Both instances a tiny bit absurd.

Some people bend over backwards in all kinds of ways
To preen and primp and provide way too much praise.
Others take advantage, and then act all tough
and angry because what you give them is never enough....

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Love is not one-quarter note
It's a violin concerto set on fire 
Played to a table for two
It’s not half-assed
Or half-baked
It’s the 3 inches thick 
finger licking frosting
with a cherry on top of my cake
It's full tilt 
Take a chance
Raw 
Messy
Hard
Bend over backwards
Give it all you’ve got 
Show me the damn cards
Risk layin' um down
Win or lose
Dare to feel alive 
Put your heart in gear and drive
sort of love…
Yeah, that kind

©~Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel~...

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The Heat
Beneath
that crude oil skin

 Samba, Black Sambo
Go Bananas

 
Sway them hips
Giggle them thighs
there is nothing that you lack

Do that dance of freedom
baby's got back


And yes, its your ass-sets
which makes you so renowned

Now bend over backwards
split, drop it on the ground

In this animal kingdom
I rank you best
with primordial beauty swelling from your chest

 
Samba, Black Sambo

Do it all day long
your history, blood and bonds makes you strong...

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I am a willow tree with branches that bend over backwards.
Love a soft breeze fluffing my leaves, and even a hard wind.
Can be a tornado when you double cross me; I get even.

I love my hobbies. Poetry, cartooning, painting, drawing, writing.
My meals are simple, I care not what clothes I wear.
I am not persnickety about anything, but I love the word persnickety.

My friends adore me, and I adore them.
I have a terrific life, I am joyful.
Unless I am sad. No one is as sad as I can be....

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