Short Bottomed Poems

Orange, yellow, and pink.

60's colors, striped, flowered

Pre-Bell bottomed year...

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A rusty nail hung 
bottomed in the endless wood 
waiting to be touched...

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There was a fine marm from Bushing
who bare bottomed, pushed into a cushion
while half asleep
her children in creep
and woke her with all of their shooshing!...

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Stuck Truck
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014

My truck is stuck in the mud.
It bottomed out with a thud.
So here I sit,
Pitching a fit,
This trip was surely a dud!...

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destiny
STREAM ‘RUNS’ DEEP!  ©  TANKA

Mud-bottomed fields lie with rot
A stray stream runs deep
Run-offs from flooded low-land spills
Dumps soil from afar off places!
 
Didee...

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All this baggage
I would love 
To put it behind me

What this girl wouldn't give
To trade it
For some junk in the trunk




  17.10.14

For Broken Wings' 
"Could You, Please"...

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Spindly elbows skew 
Laurie rides his rusty steed —
Owl eyes sparkle blue.

Blue-bottomed bees buzz
Through dappled dims, garden green —
Whispered perfume haze.

Twilight windows glow
Wispy wings are glass-dancing —
Gecko chuck chuck goes....

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I visit museums when in Paris
One tourist had got a huge ‘arris’
It took her quite a while
To squeeze through a turnstile
A diet plan could dis-embarrass


Inspired by the Queen song

Been to Paris once - I doubt I would return

10/30/20/...

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i'd go for one vision
another colleague said hammer to fall
another said show must go on 
fat bottomed girls
but that's enough yakety yak from me
welcome onboard flight 4b7 with service 
from hong kong to san francisco 
we are currently third in line for take-off and 
are expected to be in the air in approximately 
seven minutes time...

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Sometimes, at the edge of the pasture
under the eaves of trees, the soft
greens of spring slide through my eyes
and paint the curves and shadows of 
you to float like the bare-bottomed moon
settling softly into the grass out there 
where the sky is sliced from the earth
as clean as if by a surgeon’s scalpel.

Copyright
Vol Lindsey
12/29/2019...

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I 
am
a boat –
glass-bottomed.
Released to the sea,
I drift dreamily with the tide.
Finding my will’s strength, I float myself to warm waters.
Life beneath me flashes brilliantly; I’m captured and enraptured by the faraway.


Jan. 29, 2017 for the F Form Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Fibonacci - syllables 1/1/2/3/5/8/13/21...

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Mystic River
lazy mists dawdle
 in sinuous rivulets ~
   fog surfs in deep dales

river of white clouds
 threads through alleys of tall pines ~
  fog garden slow dance

curly silver mists
 pale kisses on riverbanks ~
  swirling shape-shifters

flat bottomed clouds float
 wispy fogs tickle thunder ~
 joy ride for cloud ships

mystic tule songs
 gypsy brumes on evergreens ~
  forest singalong...

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Buzz buzz go the jet ski's,
Chug chug go the glass bottomed boats,
The speedboats race leaving a long white flume,
The water bubbles from the pool aerator.

There's all of the beautiful people who stride around like posers,
There's the strange body shapes that just let it all hang out.

There's the floats and the balls,
There's the parents warning calls.

Children learn to swim from side to side,
You can see their parents so full of pride....

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I have a big booty, oh ya, 
movin' to the groove, I'm so fly. 
It swings and it sways, oh my, 
bouncing to the beat of your eye.

Ya got it, shake it 

The beat of your heart goes, 
bombadom, bombadom bom,
I have a big booty, o ya, 
bouncing to the tom-tom drum, ya

Ya shake it, break it 

I have a big booty, oh ya,
Movin' to the rhythm, I'm so fly
Fat bottom girl ain't no lie
'boombada, boombada boom'

Ya break it, Ya buy it...

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There once was a girl we called Spoon
Because of her round bottomed moon
When Hey Diddle Diddle
Tried to play with her middle
The Spoon said I don’t play that tune

Another gal we called the Dish
The object of my nightly wish
She was every man’s dream
But played for the wrong team
She walked with a sway not a swish

Then on a bright June afternoon
Their eyes met and they both did swoon
Then you know the rest
Despite our protest
The Dish ran away with the Spoon...

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After the world has bottomed you up
like a brown bag, no label wine.
All. Day. Long.
Plopping your worn glass, 
empty, on a Whirlpool cardboard box...
Absorbing, drying
all once-upon-a-time, 'Made In China', 
condo-walled dreams.

Your buddy, 'Thunderbird', twitches whiskers
over glistening gutter teeth.

Dandelions in cement cracks.

Ah, life is good. Sleep peacefully.
No mortgage. No rent.
The morning brings a full glass
to hold you in escrow...

For Torquemadas
Of the World.


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