Short Girl Next Door Poems
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back bearing tramp stamp
body piercings everywhere
today's, girl next door
raises the dead eyebrows of
aunt Bea and Mrs. Cleaver.
the photographer gasped when he saw Mirra
Her makeup was exquisitely done
lace chiffon gown was a vision
elegant hair piece was perfect
best of all she retained girl-next-door quality
Let’s win the racquetball tournament Carlie said.
What she meant was “let ME win the racquetball tournament”.
My girl-next-door-charms usually hides my super competitive spirit.
This time was like all of the others.
When I won she stopped speaking to me.
No big loss.
Sometimes I notice
that you're more than someone I know
you're that hope I have in life,
in people;
in pure feelings.
You're the light
that turned on in me
when everything was so dark
and finally I could see
You're not just the girl next door,
You're the lady that lights my universe.
She was unassuming, shy, a girl-next door type
He was a bad boy, but noticed her notice him
It amused him; he was always amused until the conquest
He loved having fawning females beg him for more.
She was a good girl, would not go unless they were married.
A hellcat in the bedroom. Now he was the fawning guy.
Giving alcohol to a hungry crying child instead of milk
Advising a teenager to neglect all parental advice
Unleashing so much anger when love is on public display
Courting the girl next door just to steal her puppy
Endless stupidity, heaping more stains on an already bad personality
They were best friends, so he was kicking himself.
Because although he was the boy next door,
She did not think of him in that way.
Want to spend the night? She asked him.
I have some polka dotted pajamas I want you to see.
He had to decline, knowing he could not bear it.
She was getting more desirable every minute.
WHAT OF ME?
Just between you and me ~
Where did she go? ~ The girl next door. ~
Temptation? ~ Greener grass? ~
It’s all over ~ Shattered dreams ~
Meltdown ~
And what of me? ~
A fresh start? ~ Never again. -CT
7th July 2019
Collaboration of you titles contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
Limerick : Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
for the raped 5-year-old Indian girl next door
Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
Cried : « For what Crime 5-year-old was debauched ? »
He got no true hearing
Slid down no more doubting
Now stalks 4-year-olds on dark side-walk.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
What is it to me if
The teenage girl next door
Leaves on a date dressed up
Like a downtown whore?
If her brother wears his cap
With the bill in the back
And their father drives up
In a ratty old hearse Cadillac?
Why do I let the smallest
Things annoy me so?
I think I would move away
If I had some place to go.
written July 27, 2021
Sassy, sexy, and sincere; there’s not a deadlier combination anywhere.
Ready to listen, ready to learn, ready to be a friend. Superb!
Willing to help, at a moment's notice, in spite of other plans,
This is how the girl next door becomes the soulmate for her man.
It's not rocket science, it's not chemistry, it's the deadly combination.
TRIBUTE TO DORIS DAY
“Que séra séra,
whatever will be will be…”
sung to me sung to me
like a lullaby crescent moon
“when i was just
a little girl”
the softness of her voice
my mother’s
resounding on t.v.
remembering reminiscing
Doris Day
the girl next door
beyond the stars
young once more
5/13/2019
Ripped by a rose
She has a smile worth a thousand sunshines, even in the dark she glows...
She is the girl next door, Mary Jane.
I cannot ask for her numbers for she is the kind that humbles an eagle, she is one of a kind.
I am crushing hard, face first into the hive where bees sting hard like lies.
Tick tock! I am running out of time.... I got to make her mine.
Self-destruction
is erotic.
The ticking time-bomb type is infinitely more attractive
than the girl next door.
I prefer the taste of cheap tequila and No. 27s
on other girls’ lips.
There are sylphs and there are more modern nymphs-
those that thrive on neon and glitz.
Black lace, dark eyes, losing shoes and stroking thighs-
I think I’ve found a new addiction,
a Warhol, M.D. prescription.
He'd have been a baseball star, but he couldn't hit a curve
A Hollywood celebrity, but never got the break he deserved
He's start a company, make a few million, but his nerve did fail him
Join the army, win a war, but his fear of death did slay him
It seemed wherever he did turn, his dreams were always thwarted
Until he married the girl next door, the girl whom he'd first courted
"Get out the way! Ol' Dan Tucker.
You're too late to get your supper."
That's what my turntable had to say.
I was a kid. Dad was a trucker.
He blasted the sound, took an upper,
Sang, "Sha la la la la la live for today".
The girl next door had a naughty plan.
She wore a smile that said, "let's play".
The time is now. Don't interrup' 'er.
From that wisdom, so much good began -
Seize the day!
Is there anyone,
who has it all?
The perfect everything?
The perfect skin,
height, weight,
mind, mentality?
The kind of person,
who has it all.
If so,
is it the ones,
we’ve seen on tv,
magazine covers.
Or is it,
the prom queens,
beauty queens,
or even the supermodels?
Or maybe,
is it someone,
we would never suspect ?
You?
The girl next door,
The girl who takes your order?
Or maybe even me ?
What ever happened to the little girl next door?
I now see she isn't a little girl anymore.
This woman is good enough to make a lion roar.
She has all of her curves in the right places.
She is more valuable than a poker hand with four aces.
What an attractive beauty that looks so fine!
I wonder what it will take to make her mine?
Inspired by another member's poem
February 10, 2014
Integrity, his middle name
'Tops' was his trademark
Scrupulous in all he did
'Exceptional,' his benchmark
Low maintenance for every boss he'd had
Beloved of his Mom and Dad
When he married the girl next door
They cut a rug on the banquet floor...
Two years later, their marriage shattered
His wife's emotions lay in tatters
All she'd wanted was affection ~
All he demanded was perfection
Thought I heard a bluebird sing
somewhere over the rainbow
I was wrong 'twas but a song
playing away there on the radio
bought a garland and some gum
for Frances the girl next door
sadly due to a bad accident in London
the unfortunate lady is here no more
studio moguls and public pressures
to their shame were to blame no doubt
but the brainless Scarecrow simply said
of her... 'She just plain wore out'
In an ugly spurious narcissistic unworthy world I will remain just your authentic bonafide realistic all American down to earth girl next door sitting on her
genuine pedestal of living values wearing my suit of armor, high heals, matching lipstick and crown of victory to protect myself from the wrath that people choose so selfishly to express.
I will remain humble and kind while taking in the glory of surviving in this unworthy world
I see it there, I really do.
I see it when I look at you.
I see your smile, it shines like the sun.
If only I could be your only one.
I know you see me, yes it’s true.
I know that you still feel it too.
I know how you love, I’ve been there.
Because a love like yours is quite rare.
I hope someday you me more.
I hope someday I’m not the girl next door.
And if one day things work for me and you,
I’ll love you our whole life through.
Form:
Who am I ?
ill tell you this im just a girl with in a girl, hidden behide layers of my self. I am
selfish and cruel , beautiful and charming. i'm the girl next door with hidden lies. I'm a sister
and a pretend mother..
i'm just your average teenage girl, but i have pores and deep lines etched with in
my soul. Of course im not perfect but i never said i was.
i'm just a girl.