Short Bend Over Backwards Poems
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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
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
pull out all the stops
keep your shoulder to the wheel
go the extra mile
bust your chops sweat blood
work your fingers to the bone
bend over backwards
go to great lengths put
your heart and soul into it
and work like a dog
go at it hammer
and tongs roll up your sleeves do
the heavy lifting
put your nose to the
grindstone put in the hours
break your back
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.
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~
Form:
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.