Short Hookers Poems
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Darling, really, I do not know why
You’re startled by this hookers yelp
For was it not you that requested of me
To somehow seek professional help?
An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme Court. Pretty important dad! And mine? "My dad rescued two hookers during a boxer riot in Kowloon."
they’re made for walking
Nancy Sinatra
red ones on toddlers
mud puddle jumping
hookers tall fashion
freezing leaking
winter snow boots
cowboys go-to
Irish clogging
loud running
clip clopping
line dancing
stomping
tromping
boots
Made as a voice to free oppression
Ascended into the promise land for a view
Ravaged of his memory by hookers and dealers on his boulevard
Troubled of his words that he spoke
Ignited by the fire of a Klansmens cross
Never should we forget the man Who had a dream
in my youth I was into hookers and dope
In those days I had some hope
Now I am turned on to the poetry scene
Certainly no way to earn any green
But words come to me
and I write them down
Get out my message
before I am put underground
Last night I attended
a reading in Brooklyn
There were plenty
of poets - two guitar players
and a flute player
Brooklyn has some culture!
I read a poem where I mentioned
hookers and dope
Some people may have been upset by that
But I WILL SPEAK MY MIND
Sabbath the day, moons burn bright.
Kiss me upon a candles light.
Priest have forgiven, for what they have sinned.
Fire burns bright, within Gusty winds.
The Sabbath a day, a day we must pray.
Hookers are lerking, church on Sunday.
Alterboys run, they cry, they hide.
Heaven provide, a gift from inside.
This is meant to be read with a French accent to aid the rhyme scheme:
WikiLeaks has tapes with Assange
Where Donald asks Vlad to arrange
More Russian hookers
Who are the best lookers
To pee and tint Trump’s hair orange
Author's note: His die hard supporters should be required to die their hair orange too. At least that would be funny.
Bowling bunnies sit in the booth
Sharing boyfriend stories
Oohing and ahhing when there is a strike or a spare.
Flashing their painted pointed three-inch nails
They wear ripped out jeans with high heels
Dressing more like hookers than hookers
No ugly numbered bowling shoes for them.
They are like rock and roll groupies
Except louder, so they can be heard above the pins.
Freedom from betrayal readers is rewarding,
Blogs have been changed to certain readers,
I have freedom from lack of loyalty
Lack of trust
And most certainly mentally ill stalkers who
Cut themselves
drunks
hookers
suicidal
rubbing in an abortion to keep a man trapped
Sites that betray me
I have freedom from their eyes
and given to an email list of thousands from forums:)
Form:
Freedom from betrayal readers is rewarding,
Blogs have been changed to certain readers,
I have freedom from lack of loyalty
Lack of trust
And most certainly mentally ill stalkers who
Cut themselves
drunks
hookers
suicidal
rubbing in an abortion to keep a man trapped
Sites that betray me
I have freedom from their eyes
and given to an email list of thousands from forums:)
Form:
Hookers and Lookers
Some say Trump's women are all hookers
Who were a bunch of big, ugly lookers;
What we wish is he became a Canadian
Or did go down under and was an Australian
Once he had left here and was over there,
He would be completely out of our hair
Including awful attitude of I don't care;
Warts off any women he could scare.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
it's so cold
but yet
i'm covered with a quilt
My soul quiver
Awaiting for you to
Come and seal the compassion
That rise in my heart
Love and trust
Helped build
But why you leave me
TO wander off to the night
With them hookers hustlers
Pimps,hoes and dikes
who hate you
Don't care
The ones who stole your life
Yeah' and left me
Covered in these
Lonely nights
in fear
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?
When business went
from bad to worse
and the Nookie Bookie
(a pimp)
with a curse
saw the number of customers'
trousers drop
he took umbrage
at an advertisement in the press
inserted by the local knocking shop
(where pleasure is a business)
which was seen to say...
RED LIGHT SPECIAL
Too many hookers spoil the brothel
Gentlemen
today's the day you're in luck
2 for the price of 1
more BANG for your buck!
Hank was a blitz-drinking honest brute.
He wrote about the grime and grit of the streets.
Drunks, alley roaches, hookers on the beat.
Emily chose to live life in a little room.
A daydreaming spinster writing dainty verse.
Across those pages were the seeds of her hurt. *
Hank, the self-professed loner, sought out company.
Emily was really the burlap and he the delicate lace.
Poetry is a mountain made of many masks.
With the truth lying just underneath.
Darkness envelops
the city
the demiurge is open for business
hookers on the street
show their wares
Speed freaks hearts
beat like bongo drums
In the shadows
a needle pierces flesh
Night people come out
in the shadows
The smell of stale beer
and laughter
comes from an after - hours club
The dark side of the city
sings and dances as the
clouds block the moonlight
the night people
remain
anonymous
in the urban shadows
Glow and glitter
tweet and twitter
face book hookers
are number one
baby sitter
sew and knitter
good lookers
over done
hit the high road
just for show load
have ice cream just for fun
beat the bar code
implode a lymph node
dd 214 on the line
shoot a basket
stretched elastic
uncle sam is doing fine
pointless end rhyme
must stop some time
put it up and watch it spin
link the tail back to the top ?
no way, not this mess again.
© Charles Henderson nov 2011