Short Mens Poems

Playful old woman

you are a star in mens eyes

vintage and vibrant...

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In the mines men work
digging far beneath the earth
awaken mens greed...

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T-roublesome
E-motions
M-anipulating
P-eople
T-rapped
A-part
T-esting
I-nner
O-mens
N-eglectfully...

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"period"


it seems
that the .
simplest
of things 

can't be men
tioned mens
truationally
as part of

a submitted sub
missive title of 
any part of 
anything


titillating...

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Now days it's confusing to say.
do I use the men's room or the women's room.
with the change in the world now it's hard to pee
so do i stray to the men's room or do i dash to the women's.
I just don't know so i guess i pee on the floor....

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she was above the skies before her time,
praised under the pillow of clouds...
the finest actress alive,
unreached atop the pedastool of angels.
soon fame brought fever to her bed in space,
and mens eyes glowed as she gleamed down to earth.


Johnny Sumler
Six Lines of Poetry, Please
9-11-11...

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Precious gems, gold and silver, beautiful
arts. These are things precious to mens hearts.

Splendid wines, wealth glory and fame are
but a few things that I could name.

These things are rare but in no wise can
compare, to love and friendship the most 
precious of rare things that we could
ever share....

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I'm motoring about with my top down.
I'm getting strange looks, but never a frown. 
Ladies eyes go green and mens’ chins drop.
Until it clouds over and I have to stop.
I press a little harder and up it comes,
as the first drops of rain begin to drum.
It lands with a click and on we go.
Me and my darling convertible Peugeot....

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Poor  men  with  wealthy  lives  are  low  dead
Dead  and  poor  low  mens  lives  were  wealthy 
Wealthy  dead  with  lives  poor  were  low  men
Low  and  wealthy  men  had  dead  poor  lives
Lives  low  remembering  poor  wealthy  dead  men
Wealthy  lives  are  dead  those  low  poor  men
Poor  lives  are  dead  those  low  wealthy  men...

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It was my last night
Living by the sea
as you came walking towards me

A French Goddess
From all mens dreams
Would like to talk
Or so it seems

No word was spoke
You kissed my face
My lips, my neck
As we embraced

Our souls entwined
Through our desires
A Goddesses kiss
In a bar on fire

I can't forget your touch
Your face
In a sea of flames
Our Bohemian Embrace...

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His body is primed , muscles pushing at the skin, being magnetically drawn to the water. Focus so heavy the air sags as the clock winds down.
And then the push-off.
Like a fish, flying through the water. Gliding and slicing.
A twist, a turn, a flip. A head bobs above the water.
Breathe in deep. Deep. Deeper. 
A win. A glow of satisfaction.

Dedicated to Ryan Lochte....

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Sterling white
Timid browns
The lakes are like putty
And I don't write poems like this anymore
Trusting in nothing
The nothing of the lake
Rippling waves
Wakening grooves
The lake does not move
Unless the sun calls it
The moon pulls it
Or the clouds fill it
Or man needs it
The lake is the river
Is the land, is the living
Sterling white
It catches mens' eyes....

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The townsfolk were jealous and calked her “ El Fuego.”
As she was the notorious flirt of sprawling, San Diego

Her shapely legs, put mens’ hearts in a total trance.
The scent of  perfume, ah~with her, they wanted to dance.

Her eyes, like sensous lighthoueses ,forever were calling.
Like a wise
Them~ into her rapturous arms, they dreamt of falling.


...

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Gift that we continue to pour out
My Human being quest for understanding 
one another is more complex than we 
know.

Love fills the Universe peace showers down
on earth My Fellow Man enbracing life in Faith
Hoping for a better tomorrow.

Peace begins at Home walls that sings meekness
patients disgest daily .Understanding the Minds
of World is walls within the Hearts of Mens....

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the gound quakes and evil mens bones ache!he flys god sky allthe days of his life!he is a warrior from heaven above but still in his heart he holds great love!afirey sword he holds in his hand too kill the demons that no man can!gods greatest angel you will ever see the arch angel micheal hes my friend too the very end!mes with him and you will seegod great vengence will come apoe thee!...

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Welcome to Bruno’s Mens’ Wear

By Elton Camp

The clerk in the mens’ clothing store
Saw one who hadn’t been there before

He was striding along extremely fast
As the clerk spoke, he went on past

The man darted into the dressing room
And slammed the door with a boom

For security the clerk started to call
When the customer let our a bawl

Horrid words he then came to hear
“There’s no toilet paper in here!”...

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Anatomy's a bugaboo
But dreaming is not a taboo!
There is something under
Your clothes--so no wonder
I've thought of things I like to do
    

Author's note: This is about private parts.  We usually keep these to ourself, but the ideas we have are there and cannot be purged from our bed. However, it's not great to brag or make rating lists public.  A lesson for the Donald and the Harvard mens' soccer team. What turkeys!!...

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WOMEN AGAINST
MEAN WOMAN
IS AN NON FOR PROFEIT 
ORGANIZATION
THAT CHAMPIONS WEAKER MENS
AND WEAKER WOMEN CAUSES
AGAINST MEAN BROADS SYNDROME
THE SLANG FOR THE ORGANIZATION
IS BATTRE UNE CHIENNE
OR CUDDLE DOG SYNDRME
THE ORGANIZATION WAS FORMED
IN HARLEAM NEW YORK
IN 1932 BY AN UNKNOWN SOURCE
FUNDED BY SUPER HERO'S
FROM
BLACK HORNET
TO GREEN LANTERN,
THEY SAY EVEN
BEX THE DRECKLER
SUPPORTED THEM
GAL'S FRESS FROM BATTE UNE CHIENNE!...

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Death tegit et mens impetro lost in tempore.
  Desidero labris tuis
 Quantum olim Jesus.
 Deum nos, sed fieri sentio traditur.
 Tulit te sine cogitatione me
 Vota
 Somnis
 Spes esse te
 Hopefully, quod futurum esse

 I tactus decipiaris
 Vestra rideat
 Deus me ludos iocosque
 Media cadunt
 Et somnium somnio
 Sed somnis deficeretur
 Porrigere I
 Sed ne tetigeritis

 Commodule me manent
 Non flevi
 Venio
 Erimus sicut speravimus semper, mi....

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I remember the time it rained twelve times
Tar weed wasn't that sticky
Knee high grass held parts like old mens hair
The wind blew opposite that season
Birds seemed silenced and confused,Thier courtship stalled
Old swaybacks ribs were not pronounced
Gravel streets held water as children walked to school
Wasted smell of mothers pies lost in heavy air
Watchfull mountains laughed aloud,taunting to come out
Not this year it rained twelve times
Not this year...

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Men
make
promises
they tend
not to keep
and
Naiive
girls
smile
bearing forth
their
fragile
hearts
waiting for
their
time to come
when they will fall in love
and
MEN
will
admire
your
beauty
present you
with
compliments.
Such
Surface
trivialities
Words
are
after said and done
Meaningless
And
actions
without the
Most
modest
Intentions
Are still lies.
and
With
Kisses
so
empty
I
choke
on
the
absense
of
truths.

I am
done
with
mens
Lies....

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