Short Buttoned Poems
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(Nay Say No. 4)
Standing or slouching
He is so fly -- when
buttoned and stretched ~
Oh my, so pleasing to the eye
Is it your beloved?
No my dear it’s my blue jeans!
mirror woman, barely fancier than an Amish woman
wearing her bowler hat and her dour look
looking face is similar to Angelina Jolie
like her, I do not choose to smile
my hair is messy; I am buttoned up
He breaks your heart
Tears you down and apart
Lip buttoned, your kid shuts you out
Where to turn, How to start...
Extra patience is called for
It's a waiting game
Confrontation only gets you
More of the same
I'm the drive behind the man,
That does the job, to pay the doc,
Whose beady eyes are on the clock,
With pen and pad there in his hand,
As my wife splutters out her shock,
Reclining on his buttoned couch,
450 buck’s an hour, Ouch!
For talking too much in class, we've buttoned your lip.
If the teacher does ask you to talk, here is a little tip.
You unbutton your lip just like a button on your shirt.
The first few times, you may feel a little hurt.
So be gentle, so your lip ~ doesn't rip.
S oaked by mist, tassels of white mold
N imbly etches an icy pile;
O pal its lips on buttoned smile
W e play like children to unfold
M ister Snowman's jolliest game
A s our merry-go-rounds beguile
N ever ending through winter, aflame!
Brain Strand 263 Contest
As he unbuttoned her blouse
he soon became aroused
She unbuttoned his shirt
and took off her skirt
He didn't know about her spouse
Then the doorbell rang
It was her husband Stan
He buttoned up his shirt
She pulled up her skirt
he went out the window and away he ran
The Moon knows never to gossip,
keeping secrets close to the heart;
Buttoned up tight whispers don’t slip,
nothing pries what’s sacred apart;
Never one with an aimless dart,
brazen wishes know where he stands;
A loaded plan cannot outsmart
credence the cosmos understands.
Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee…•
Close your eyes and listen to the music,
Coming from my semi-precious soul.
If you touch my dream, you`ll make me lose it.
Go and go on falling like a stone.
My sharp tongue is not for summer flowers.
I am buttoned as my moon is left.
And your long-lied letters lacking vowels
Are not readable but being kept.
She wants to warm him like the sun,
Heal his hurts with a whisper.
She wants to seal her lips with his smile,
And show her devotion,
In a million silent ways.
She will be his buttoned up confidante,
Gently trustworthy,
Just so she can stay his quiet darling of spring
And forever bloom in his direction.
....
© 2012
Ruby Honeytip
Youthful hair blows free,
Flows wild as the sea,
Soft as toes against the sand.
The days grow hazy;
The sun grows lazy;
Too soon, skin is fully tanned.
Too soon, school bells ring;
Grown up kids they bring;
Buttoned neatly are their clothes.
Crunchy leaves will fall,
Ripened harvests call,
Seasons come and then they close.
buttoned up tightly
black iris maiden
smoky extrapolation of time
dancing along in rhythm
guarded by black cameo
pierced, not pampered
silent, stoic, revealing nothing
black iris maiden,
resigned to her fate
greeting no one
smoky memories
hazy not helpful
hurt beyond recognition
dragged to doctors
silent, stoic, revealing nothing
Is your shirt buttoned up too tight?
Are your pants up in your crotch?
Do you live in your mothers basement?
Do you keep that corduroy jacket with patches on it elbows
back from when you thought you had something original to say?
Do you have tenure in a local community college?
Well then, you might just be an over-educated, low IQ,
poetry critic.
A figurine par excellence
An angel with brilliance
Dusky looks heavenly
Couture cools celestially
Damsel or diva delighting
Belle boldly bewitching
Svelte, slender and stylish
Dwells in a den so lavish
Luscious lips and aroma
Enticing is Lord Minerva
Dazzles in buttoned shirt
Glitters in gown and skirt
Any garment suits superb
Brassiere bikini or just garb..!!
Red letter days
give birth to each other
like pregnant goldfish.
Once again
the red circled hides its face
on the far side of the fridge.
Dates clog the cyclic notches
on my prayer wheel of anniversaries.
I hear an untimely cuckoo
in every paper window.
I need buttoned down numbers
that don't skid off
the expressway of things to remember
every time I see a squirrel.
Love is a harpoon
Joy is a spinning umbrella
Grief is an empty suitcase
Hope is steam above tea
Love is a gun
Love is a sledgehammer
Anxiety is a pencil sharpener
Relief is a freshly made bed
Fatigue is a half-buttoned coat
Love is an ice pick
Love is a bonfire
Gratitude is a signed playbill
Resentment is burnt toast
Shock is shattering glass
Love is a ship in a bottle
THE ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF
ANOTHER DAY
I AM UP
QUICK SHOWER
COFFEE TOAST AND EGG
TWO TYLENOL
BLUE BUTTONED-DOWN SHIRT
NEW BLUE AND RED STRIPPED TIE
BRIEFCASE AND KEYS
MEETINGS AND PHONE CALLS
LUNCH WITH BILL AND JOE
MORE
MEETINGS AND PHONE CALLS
QUICK DRINK AT CLANCY'S
QUICK DINNER
SETTLE DOWN TO TV
TWO TYLENOL
THEN OFF TO BED
NEVER TO AWAKE
THE ALARM CLOCK GOES OFF
ANOTHER DAY
WITHOUT ME
Climate changed into just weather.
We watched it happen,
watched the meth-maidens and the hookers
turn pale and ill
Senators secretly paying their motel bills.
Denials fling insults at each other,
It's election fever
and we are fools or establishment tools.
Picking sides is a choice between lies
yet go vote anyhow
you're fully vaccinated now
buttoned-up tight
nothing bad could possibly happen - right?
an evergreen tree
dons a frosty coat of white
its snow-laden boughs
hang heavy with winter’s tears
like incandescent pinecones
a jolly snowman
with a Pinocchio nose
wears momma’s red scarf
its buttoned smile, coal black eyes
and pipe, polished to a gleam
I dance in the snow
as arctic breaths billow in
a mushroom of smoke
snowflakes faintly touch my lips
then melt in a puff of air
The early evening is cold, wet, and gray
like the expression on the woman
dressed inappropriately in a light silk skirt
which is caught by a sudden breeze;
a dark, slight top as yet not fully buttoned
reveals a slender neck so recently embraced
her hair haloed by the orange glow from a streetlamp
reflects on the damp pavement
and echoes in the bouquet she carries;
a parting gift from a man who walks away.
There once was
A man
named Randy
Night after night
I gave him candy.......
I fell for his
republican
demeanour
It actually made me
Keener
I loved his buttoned
Up shirts
and this is what
drove me
to flirt....
His trifling stare
All his grey hair
Added even more
flare
I begged him to love
me
I begged him
to hug
me....
To which he grinned
and said much
To my chagrin
I need no wife
I have a life!
ran the bath and fingers through my hair
I buttoned my blouse and my lip
no longer in love, no longer care
ran the bath and fingers through my hair
wanted to soak away hurt not talk and swear
needed to relax my heart and close the zip
ran the bath and fingers through my hair
I buttoned my blouse and my lip
Penned 24August 2014
Zeugma's
ran the bath and fingers through my hair
I buttoned my blouse and my lip.
Lilac bush full
spring's ties to nature's core
Buds that kidnap smell
Sweet layers of scent weaponry
Panoply burst of blooms
modesty displaced
Flower cradles barely hinged by gravity
Purple bunches
that color the center of consciousness
sweeping away grassroots complaining
sweeping off a time drifting to cruelty
freeing the buttoned restraints of love
Buttoned-up sunshine silhouette
draped in early evening fantasy
captured in aromatic ecstasy
let me
d e
o a
w s
n y
let me
wander
in your
b r
e e
z e
Drips of cinnamon touch
the true taste of innocence
and her lips melt atop
burning gasoline jet streams
b
l
o
w
n
across the sheets of time
with the corners holding me still
sunsets wink good night