Short Parts Poems
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baby your my soul
i say this very bold
your are
my heart and gold
with you am free
free
you have
ALL PARTS OF ME
my working parts
fingering is just the start
on the march
knees and legs take part
head and heart, with soul
LAUGHS AND FARTS
I laugh at Jan's bawdy poems with farts - and her use of body parts
01/10/2021
Contest: Tease A friend
Sponsor:Bobby May
Nine parts of nine millimeter.
Trigger
Magazine
Barrel
Slider
Hammer
Main Spring
Recoil Spring
Extractor
Ejector.
Note. Violence breeds violence.
On this journey I carry my soul
without any spare parts...
I preserve myself a lot
so I don't fall apart
if happens being astray,
I can't fix it...
Starting at the top down to my toes
Got gorgeous parts everybody knows
Some are pretty
Others more scary
But my least favorite part is my nose
You can not love someone in parts
It is not fair to judge
the worst of someone new
against the best of someone in your past
And darling, that includes yourself
sage thoughts
deep within
stirring up dendrites
many personalities
so why does my mind keep facets from myself?
how can there be parts of me I do not recognize?
Well well well how interesting
About to write about things stiffening
Like body parts selected
No body parts rejected
But be careful absolutely no roughening
When I was a young'un full of beans
Used to skip rope and climb up trees
But since I got old
Noticed some mold
Appearing on my naughty parts as well as some fleas
Sittin' in the sun tanning my parts
Calm down girlies, viewing will soon start
Buck fifty an hour
Then need a shower
Free if I can join you and review your repetoire
ups protons
the creater has spoken
major ana particles
ahand the relvance of
him who hast found it.
dune the matter
thus antimatter
muon nutrinos turning
into electron neutrines.
When I was a young'un and full of beans
Used to skip rope and climb up trees
But since I got old
Noticed some mold
Appearing on my naughty parts as well as some fleas
Sittin' in the sun, tanning my parts
Calm down girlies, viewing will soon start
Buck fifty an hour
Then need a shower
Free if I can join you and review your repetoire
Female parts can be so appealing
The mere sight of 'em tends to send me reeling
I pant and I drool
As I enter her vestibule
All hell breaks loose and I start cartwheeling
Well sing hallelujah and hang out the flags
My denture are broken and my body doth sag
But a happy old pig
Can still do a jig
But lately having trouble some parts won't wag
It's one of those bad days, don't know why
Parts need replacing on the furnace, from Dubai
Joking of course
What could be worse
Shipment's on its way arriving sometime next July
Denial, a painful slow killer;
Perfection cannot be achieved;
Your soul starts to suffocate
as it trips on your flaws;
Moods swing low to high;
All types of me?
Explosive;
Dark parts
shine.
There was once an old salt named Abel
With replacement parts to enable
When he died they made good
Of the left-over wood
Enough for three chairs and a table
19 May 2919
Syllable count: 99669
I left my hands behind miles ago.
My eyes drift 30 feet behind my body.
My heart waddles over hot gravel.
A Highway Dust Angel.
My brain took an Uber. My soul
Bought by a Buddhist back in Biloxi.
When I wake up each morn, I tickle my parts
To get me going, makes my giggle stuff start
Not to mention the thrill
With tiny screams so shrill
As my body erupts blowing me off the cart
Do you ever wonder what you forgot today
Happens all my waking hours, starting to decay
Is there an anti-aging pill
That cures all of life's ills
Important body parts drop off every day
Tight skirts drive me crazy, especially on girls
On guys not so much, kinda partial to curls
Probably already knew
Curves excite me, yoo hoo
Those who like tight skirts, I see your parts stir
With hands we hold
With eyes we behold
With nose we smell
With mouth we tell
With ears we hear
With legs we stand
Our body parts are indeed grand
20.04.2021
Written for
Nursery Rhymes contest by Eve Roper
The more things change, the more they stay the same
A bit of philosophy that still rings true, same old game
Sometimes we win
But much to our chagrin
Things can turn out bad and parts burst into flames