Short Donna Poems
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Covered thinly, by a bloody clot.
Unhealed.
Congealed.
Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress
fulfilled.
That your body is still here
is the best that can be said
of this,
the first year.
Donna,
has a dog named kitty
kitty drives donna nuts
but kitty loves her so so much
kitty is as dark as night
but cuddles with donna with
all her might
kitty sleeps with donna
on very cold nights
kitty loves donna
with all her heart
Donna Fine is full of conceity
I do not know why for the life of me
With self-exaltation she shows her pride
Her boasting makes her difficult to abide
Narcisstic tendency are in her family line
I stay away from this creepster, Donna Fine
Donna Palmer wants a break
Throws her husband off the track
"Have a safe trip" she says
"You are Hernan cortez"
And finds a nail in her steak
Dee Daffodil Donna
Found fabulous Flora and Fauna
Floating in a sizzling sauna
What are you doing? She said
Their eyes were closed, their faces were red
They were as relaxed as if they were in bed
Neither answered her at all
They were asleep, dozing through her call
Finally relaxed, after all.
There once was a boy name of Rick
So ugly he made his girl sick,
When nighttime descended
The girl soon repented
And loved him quite lickedy-split!
There once was a girl name of Donna
Who spent lots of time in the sauna
She might once have been pretty,
And her titties were bitty,
Ugly Rick still thought her Nirvana.
Oh Donna,
Jesus has stepped gently upon your soul.
He has kicked away Satan.
He`s wrapped his love around your shell of a body.
He has warmed your brittle bones.
He`s breathed sacred life into your starved spirit.
He has sealed your frown with a smile.
You have been granted eternal happiness!
You are alive through Him Donna!
Let everyone rejoice!
Prima donna cat had ruffles on top of ruffles.
She looks clown like said our clown Muffles.
She is doing okay, she looks pretty a butterfly said.
She was so thrilled, she danced way past his head.
Prima donna cat loved her giant pink tutu.
But she has lost her left pink ballet shoe.
I need some help she said as she danced down the hill.
As far as I know she is moving that way still.
Peacock-like vanity propelling you,
Restless in the search for adulation,
Image of yourself so damn inflated,
Master of a self-centered universe;
A great one, yes, until you ask others.
Donning a pride as a sort of armor,
Only a world-class ego keeping you,
Nary a thought of your worth, if any,
None but that pretty face in the mirror;
Ah, to be living on such shaky ground!
She sings
For kings
Ablaze
They gaze
Profound
The sound
All 'round
Spellbound
somewhere in my late teens
i heard a voice they'd call a queen
loud and clear this voice seemed
a brand new thing a disco scene
it was to be the sound of my time
the seventies and the eighties
disco's and rhymes
and donna summers was that queen
the icon of the disco scene
she came along just in time
giving me my music, mine
from then we knew the flavor
and it hasn't changed much since
a steady beat, a disco ball
and times we won't forget
Though their paths had crossed
many times before,
the first time they met
was on the dance floor
Neither had really
wanted to attend
but urged by their moms,
each went with a friend
While the band played
the last song that night,
he looked around as
she came into sight
He asked her to dance...
she shyly agreed.
Little did they know
where this would lead !
Marriage and children,
smiles and tears,
staying together
for the "Golden Years" !
Sylph-like is my way to describe her,
an angel who's great at the game
of chewing out all of our vendors,
a tempest, not timid or tame.
She wants what she wants when she wants it,
for her being late is a crime,
she'll scold them for keeping her waiting:
"No way, just be 'ON TIME' next time!"
There is a soft side to her nature,
a temptingly feminine take,
but she'll get what she wants, you believe it,
don't get in her way, she won't brake!
Sylph-like is my way to describe her,
an angel who's great at the game
of chewing out all of our vendors,
a tempest, not timid or tame.
She wants what she wants when she wants it,
for her being late is a crime,
she'll scold them for keeping her waiting:
"No way, just be 'ON TIME' next time!"
There is a soft side to her nature,
a temptingly feminine take,
but she'll get what she wants, you believe it,
don't get in her way, she won't brake!