Short Bulges Poems

It bulges forwards 
straining to break its own skin 
shatters at its peak
...

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Keep your marshmallow bulges
those wisps of forgotten sheers
distorted aerials of gossamer
but those grey pinks
laden with promises
of the foreboding
speak with a ethereal heaviness
i am here...

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Have lost all those digusting bulges everywhere
Even lost my eyebrows and my unattractive fat hair
Hasn't been easy
Was once quite beefy
Girlies can't resist now, stripping down to their bare...

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A pouch is where a joey
Of a kangaroo resides
And pouches are the bulges 
'Neath your eyes that make-up hides.

Another type of pouch is one
We carry 'round the waist
And baby food's in pouches now.
(The jars have been replaced.)

It fascinates me when a word
Adds meanings through the years.
I guess that compensates for every
Word that disappears....

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My friends took me down to Broadway
To watch a newfangled ballet
T'was called the Buttcracker
And not the Nutcracker
The title was apt I can say

Some dancers were dressed in tutus
Bulges in their tights gave us clues
All the dancers were male
My friends face turned quite pale
Next time we should read the reviews!

02/08/21...

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crumpet
bit of fluff
don't put me
into that category

the way you blinked
today made
me realize
that you
are far
too
beautiful
to look at
when the sun
is whispering and
shining through the 
curtain and stucco wall

your jugular bulges in the
circaidian
metronome
anticipatory
appreciable way

we look at the
moment
 and love each other
for today
if only
that...

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creaking rust
spread to my tissues
am growing masses of
bulges appear out of hi-
ding sweat trickles odour
of yesterday humming like
tropical mosquitoes escalati-
ng the growth of surreptitious
microorganisms girls on the bikes
giggling and gossiping i watch like
a saint middle aged mamas perspiri-
ng ammonia and urea swirl in artifici
al air black clad masters instructing lov...

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New experiences, 
	like an uncomfortable piece of clothing,
	are hard to fit into.
They bind and pull,
	slip and slide.
One may tug really hard
	to fit into this change of clothing.
You slide into place,
	becoming at one with the fabric,
	or it bulges and splits wide open.
It can be mended or tailored to fit.
Different,
	yet just right!





*Inspired by TAKING LEAVE OF A FRIEND by Li Po...

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Somewhere out there there is an old man 
Who gossips like an old woman 
His mouth is babbling everyday 
Without even a holiday 

Like an old goat out of reason 
Who passed out of season 
He speaks daily in vain 
For, in his life he got lots of complain 

His stomach bulges like a toad 
Like a bag full of load 
But he hides under his wife's skirt 
For he's jobless since birth 

August 30, 2023...

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Running ransacks on the quick stop 
Blowing smoke stacks in the winter abyss 
Collecting marvels like beads on a lace
Bartering love for timeless escape

Singing free as the forest comes aloud
And infinity bulges to the space of Now
Spine lifted divine just sitting and piercing clouds
Wandering and measuring searching for enchantment

Free like a child in Toy R US 
Free like a Husky in the snow
Free to live and glow...

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The undersides of school chairs
   all gooey with gum
We thought it such fun
   back in sixty-one

In sixty-two we tore fruit loops
   from the backs of girls' shirts
The innocent way
   we first learned to flirt

In sixty-three we all wore
   skin-tight 'H.I.S.' pants
That ripped near your bulges
   when you started to dance

Memories glorious
   like your first cigarette
Or a long drawn-out kiss
   with that gorgeous brunette...

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Walking in slow motion,
Hoping I'd join,
Stretching with caution,
To block the sun,
That lifting up my eyes,
Her curves I see,
The white balls,
On her chest,
The bulges,
Of her waist,
The blue dress,
The rest to guess,
I get it dear,
If only you were near,
I'd take you out,
For coffee,
To melt your innocence,
Into the cup,
Of my heart,
Beautiful clouds,
Smiling at me,
I'd really love to,
But I have no jet,
So i bet,
I can't be,
Your date

WORD CRAFT
2013...

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There's the mirror we look at
    to pick at spots,
The mirror we dress by,
    to see the lot, 
The one to cream and
    shade the eyes,
The one to try out
    feigned surprise,
The one that travels
    and shows fatigue,
(Your eyes have circles,
    your teeth are green.)
But the truest vision
    of ups and downs,
Of sideways bulges
    and hairdo clowns
Is the one that hits you 
    with dismay,
The shop front window
    on a sunny day!...

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My face is covered
In splotches
My hair is dull and brown
My stomach bulges
And my butt is fat

My back- it aches
My head- it throbs
I stubbed my toe
Again

He looked at me 
She pulled my hair
And at my clothes 
The always stare

My side- it pains
My finger’s jammed
And in the door
My hand was slammed

There’s a moth
I scream with fright
I run away
With all my might

My room’s dark
My feet are cold
And there’s the boogieman
I was told....

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Written by Gail DeBole

Pink polka-dotted skin stretching body-wide.
Bulges interrupting other-wise peaceful areas.
Spots of lotion and cherry-flavored tongue 
Comforting misery.

Across the room, stacked in safety;
Precious dollies that will be played with another day.
With forever smiles.

One last sniffle for the night.
A hankie is tossed into the glass that serves as a hoop.
Nostrils attempt to function, and a sudden cough 
Shocks the precious dollies. 

Their smiles remain....

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