Short Done Up Poems
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Told my girlfriend ‘I’m halfway there’
She figured I was thirty-five…
After she’d done up and married me
I told her I’ve one foot in the grave
~ yet still alive
Padded bra
Short skirt
Make-up on
tight shirt
heels done up
curled hair
walk around
men stare
what i think
right now
is not about
remarks like 'wow'
its about my wish
that you were here
to hug me close
and wipe my tear
Form:
*STOP*
Turn off your television set
This is not a test
What have you done up until today to better our existence
What do you have to say
Have you really done your part, or
have you yet to start
Time waits for no man
It's not to late
I’ve grabbed my pen
What weapon will you choose
PLEASE
Take your shot
Or we all lose
Form:
I lay on the bed puffing and panting
Couldn’t get comfortable no matter how hard I tried
I twisted and turned, oh how my stomach ached
When will this pain be over - I can hardly take any more
With one last push ……
I got the zipper of my new jeans done up!
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Look what you have done to my shoelaces, Fluffy!
Now that's hardly a nice thing to do.
There are things in this world, from a twig to a bone,
that are more admirably suited to chew.
I don't wish to be hypercritical, Fluffy.
You might easily have done something worse,
but there are things in this world, which, not done up,
lead one all too soon to a hearse.
what does he call his cat, do you know?
I looked around and guessed “maybe Van Gogh”
The guy was a painter, and had copied Starry Night
I was astounded to find out later that I was right
The cat was Van Gogh, and his dog was Poe
He was a writer too, which I truly did not know
A painter also, there was nothing he could not do
I marveled at his works done up in oranges and blue
she talks to me - eye to eye
outside church doors
in the cool night air
how lovely this lady
who has children
all her own
Her arms goose bump bare
and my heart strings pull -
i say to her,
“i just want to warm you up”
and she smiles behind her glasses
hair done up in a pony tail
how blessed i am
we hug as friends
much more than that
we complement one another
Do not look at my petootsie she said
But she was wearing tight pants not plain or red
Multitude of colors and crazy designs too
In silver, turquoise, pink, azure, green and blue
We did our best to avoid her but it was not easy
Her costume was more decorative this time than sleazy
But it was artistic done up in a really smart fashion sense way.
I thought it was best to avoid her totally on her persnickety day.
I am a cartoonist, a painter, a clandescent poet.
I paint in neons – pinks, greens, yellows and blues.
The background is sometimes done up in purple before I know it.
I start with the skin color, making it a variety of hues.
Beige might work for others, but I use coppers, silvers and pink.
I throw in some oranges every time I do think.
For I am an artist, a painter, a poet.
Colors are everything, don’t you know it?
Little darling
You’d be so sweet
With your hair done up in pigtails
Dressed up in a pink frilly dress
Your tomboy ways have charm
They’ll get you far in life
Running in the park and
Challenging yourself
A doll hardly seeming like an option
You have the eyes of a leader
The drive of a champion
But please enjoy your youth
And most of all don’t grow up too fast
I’ll take you today shopping for a doll
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Sick track, busting tha' bullies.
Gym parasite, I have multiple skills.
Dependable on self. Powerful mind and body.
Jealous ones' envy.
Monetary skill, economic power, great education.
You low-life, pardon me?
Bullying is a scum's practice, you superiority complex hatred fiend.
I will bully you back, crush your backside
Do not mess with this bully.
You shall be done up like a dead kipper.
But you know you are more meaningless than a kipper
My pal Charlotta bejewels everything she touches and sees
She has done up sweatshirts, coats and pants to their knees
But bedazzling a pumpkin? That seems weird even to me.
I ran right over to see it though, for a peek was totally free.
She started out spray painting the pumpkin black.
Then she cared a spider; her mother gave her no black.
She bejeweled that spider in a glamourous way, not at all mean.
It was the most beautiful carved pumpkin I have ever seen.