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
Love, and its warm cultivating
Which continues on, dear
Started early.
In this patted, as tender held
If tickled for pet, true.
Pleased, purred softly.
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
This eye, owl-round, but more still
Own-bright, but more intense
This eye, eve's full woke highlights
And not commendably
Besides these, prey to that need
Racoon, fox true hunger's
This pet of men; man-patted
For cat. Now to chase free.
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.
she wore heels that were three feet tall
no longer small, no longer small
men backed away, when she came to town
intimidated, their faces swiftly went down
she passed a giraffe and patted his head
I had bed head too, he told his bunkmate Fred
Her ponytail is seen above the rooftops today
Stilt-like heels give her a view of people six blocks away
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.
I am not who I was,
but not yet who I will be.
I am clay that breathes,
still soft in His hands.
Moulded, patted, pressed—
a dance,
not forced,
but gently guided.
Shaping my steps forward,
sweeping the ones left behind,
holding me upright
in the moment that is now.
I am not who I was,
but not yet who I will be.
I am still becoming—
everything You see me as,
and everything I want to be.
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
Aunt Edna’s cauldron was full of elixir green and high
I’m making myself a date, a wonderful, attentive guy.
The rest of us snickered at her unusually clever wit.
But in a few hours she had created a man named Chit.
Chit was the perfect date; he laughed at every joke.
Patted her back when he thought she might choke.
Kept quiet unless Aunt Edna squeezed his head.
Make me one too said her sister, I’ll call him Ted.
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.