Short Patted Poems
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she patted her apron
tiny boy crawled inside
she covered him up
hiding him from the cruel world
never letting him go
he was safe
A very sexy lady once took me aside
Patted me on my enormous backside
Said, lose some pounds
And we'll go a few rounds
But the lump in my jumper committed suicide
Dined at an upscale steak house last night
Served by a sweetie so charming and bright
Made our evening
And as we were leaving
Patted her on the bum what great delight
Frequented an upscale steak house last night
Served by a sweetie so charming and bright
Made our evening
And as we were leaving
Patted her on the bum much to MY delight
A date with a guy at the zoo
was great, til she went to the loo -
he patted her rear,
then wouldn't get near...
she'd sat in a dollop of poo.
written 5th February for Tania's limerick contest
A very sexy lady once took me aside
And patted me on my enormous backside
Said, lose some pounds
And we'll go a few rounds
The large lump in my jumper I sure couldn't hide
© Jack Ellison 2015
snuggles from my dog,
being patted down by my cat,
painting a canvas,
dragons, faeries and mushroom houses
my grandchildren's laughter, hugs and smiles
mashed potatoes with homemade beef and noodles
These things make my days delightful
Peter put up potted plants on paths and patted himself
Pasted posters on pitted parts where people paid to pee
Praised and panned , through pleas and plans, pots and pans he banned
Pipped at the post in poles and piqued, he put it all on press.
Please be gentle with them! Mary Lou’s mother had said.
Mary Lou took them out most carefully and patted their head.
They flipped and flopped weirdly for her mother’s favorite daughter.
Unfortunately no one told her goldfish need to stay in the water.
In the vee of his legs the mud-thing sat
he patted it round then he patted it flat
leaning back with arms out straight
he gave serious thought to the mud-thing’s fate
swinging his arm straight past his head
he cleaved it in two and declared it dead.
When I was a cat I rubbed everyone with my face
scratching my whiskers against their ankles
I licked their feet with my rough tongue making them jump
I patted their tummies down with my claws out
Pretending I was not trying to hurt them
I miss these days.
He stood erect.
I don't know
if he would have kissed his mate
or patted his childrens' heads
when he set out from camp
to procure food.
But they were happy
when he returned provisioned.
I bought him rice and tuna at Wal-Mart.
This is homelessness today.
Cherry Night
An
Astral
Moonlit night
Sprawling ahead
In pin-drop silence
With a lustrous ether
Sparkling with shine of stars,
Patted by whispers of the breeze
In an invite to scan the sublime
And a lure to link up with the divine.
Grandma, the little girl said
Where do we go when we’re dead?
We go with God up in heaven
She told the young girl of seven
And gently patted the top of her head.
Then my goldfish who died I can say
Is with God up in heaven today
Little brother yelled no
I know that ain’t so
Cause I saw mommy flush him away!
She wasn’t sure
If he had paid her
A compliment or an insult,
When he patted her posterior
And called her a bubble butt...
Wikipedia states: "Bubble butt" has at least two connotations, which are at odds with each other: either a small, round and firm pair of buttocks resembling a pair of soap bubbles next to each other, or a large rear end, seemingly about to burst from the strain.
Christmas colt felt pawing at his feet
I am being patted down he told his mama.
She said, “Those are kittens, aren’t they sweet?”
Not when they get older, said a knowing llama.
Christmas colt thought they were adorable, fun too.
He shook out his foot and he said, “hello you!”
The kittens were excited, they played around his feet.
He agreed with his mama that kitties are pretty sweet.
A work not done by heart is equal to scarlet thing.
Ornament adored corpse, life doesn't bring.
A donkey bathed with holy water wise it will not be
Decorated abandoned house happy it will not be
Patted food over stomach will not satisfy hunger
Wax statues, body replica, not the power of thinker
Fresh water added vodka a potion for drowsing
A work not done by heart is equal to scarlet thing
The day he could not find his snuff
Grandpa got out his iron cuff
Grandma brought him an omelet puff
Delightful, cheesy, with some fluff
I do not want to be so gruff,
Grandpa said in kind of a bluff.
But I have truly had enough
Of grandchildren taking all my stuff.
Grandma put down her foxy ****
Patted his hands. They were so rough.
I do not blame you for your huff.
Babysitting is rather tough.
Written: September 02, 2023
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Golden beams caress
Nature's touch, web of cosmos~
Warm sun is my life
Glorious soft loop
It offers wordless concord~
Whispers bind and heal
Caring hands caress
Feelings sparkle beyond words~
An embrace of soul
Whispers in the wind
I patted my tangled hair~
A hug reveals where
Beautiful tree of paradise,
Full of generous ginger spice.
Rainbow silence is twice as nice.
Fluttering leaves glittering twice.
Eyes gently close in this pretty place.
All consternation off her face.
Hypnotized in this reverent space.
Heartfelt love for paradise trace.
Soothing branches of paradise.
Bursting with tasty ginger spice.
Slathered with silence once or twice.
Filled with songbirds, and patted thrice.
He slid his feet deeper into the stirrups
As the body beneath him collected
connecting with his feelings
Two centers of gravity locked in alignment.
Walking on four feet seeing with four eyes
Communicating with twitches of hinted movement
To be this aware of each other and everything
sent shivers of joy through them both
What a day for a ride
Too chilly for bugs and the after rain air tasted of pine
He patted her neck as she blew
At this PC screen I stare
Knowing your out there some where
remembering the days we chatted
I felt like on my back you patted
Really still don't know you at all
Still you came along when I thought I'd fall
Giving me the most pleasant of dreams
And a friend so it would seem
I will never push you because you'll know when it's right
But there's no doubt it's you I am thinking about tonight!
An Uncle Charlie original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Only as high as his knee
She invited him to tea
He could see her inner beauty
For she was only three
He was gentle as he could be
As he drank his imaginary tea
They shared unspoken pleasantries
Enjoying this sunny morning tea
She patted his hand and he could see
The pure love of this child of three
No scars or anger could she see
Only his inner beauty
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Patty Lou said hello, I am cuckoo
then she giggled like it was a joke
I did not know what to make of her
my strategy was to avoid her
but we were on a bus trip
one night we were the only ones awake
we had a lovely chat for hours
my husband says I am nutty, she said.
I think you are pretty well-balanced I told her.
but she insisted she was a brainless airhead.
Her husband woke up and patted her hand.
He had a huge smile, I guess they liked thinking that.