Short Piercings Poems
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back bearing tramp stamp
body piercings everywhere
today's, girl next door
raises the dead eyebrows of
aunt Bea and Mrs. Cleaver.
I once knew a pirate name Geer
Thought that prices for piercings were dear
He argued a while
Then agreed with a smile
And said, "I'll pay, buck-n-ear!"
For guys I suggested a useful tip:-
Marry a girl with piercings on lips.
If she annoys you with meaningless talk,
Just hang on her lips little shiny padlock.
SUNNY INTERVALS-:-
filtering
illumination
occurrence
sunbeams
aureate
into INTERMITTENT BRIGHT SPELLS
cast
atmosphere
piercings
periodical
meteorology
of SUNBURSTING PEEKABOO’S
momentarily
komorebi
inexorability
brilliantly
suspended
beneath the canvas glows the dullness of colors;
flatten by the piercings;
sack of colors;
bold beautiful blacks and whites;
be it ever so bountiful;
I choose to draw my own constrictive arts?
6/24/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
transgender posers
pansexual persuaders
is it a fashion?
is it a trend?
like tattoos and piercings?
Is everyone going to jump on board the bandwagon?
Does saying we are transgender or pansexual make us feel unique?
But if we all say it, how unique are we?
Is it a fashion?
Is it a trend?
To my ears, not elephant ears
I did not inherit from my granddad.
I have ear piercings on my earlobes,
which allow me to showcase
my favorite earrings or studs.
The left ear is fully deaf,
allowing me to enjoy the silence.
In a hectic world,
those moments are golden.
He is seventeen
Wears his hair long, in a ponytail, it does not look clean.
There are piercings in his lip and his ears.
He wears a spider tattoo on his forehead.
His mother is horrified.
His father is having a fit.
Both grandmothers laugh at them.
Loving their grandson no matter how he looks.
HE traced my flaws, read my tattoos
Pulled hard on my piercings
Ran his fingers through my hair
His bite marks on my neck
Next moment, HE thought of her
And walked away
But I couldn't ask him to stay
Left me like a lonely toy
In his lustful world
I was waiting for him
Though it was unfair
For a **** in love
majestic foul who
whoms spies on mice regal eyes
claws out dives piercings
~
with his claws hootie
hoot hooty whoo acute sites
hearing site vision
~
sharply hooked beak the
flight of the owl silent
glide on flying owl
10/14/21
For OWL HAIKU POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY: Robert James Liguori
Feminine Rules
By Valerie Odom
December 10, 2016
Don’t show yours bra,
Shoulders are weapons too
Just some more body parts
Society has to rule
Can’t be too short or too tight,
You’ll look like a thot
No tattoos, no piercings
Your body is sacred art
By the end of this poem
They’ll have something to say
It’s not their fault society built them that way
She has metal in her face:
tongue ring, nose ring, cheek pierced too,
Studs, rings, barbells, hoops, loops, balls
shooting out from every where!
Her piercings shine in the Sun;
twinkling bright to the eye.
I had a love for them, too;
with rings in my tongue, ears, nails,
none of which healed properly
so I don't have any now
I decorate my body less permanently instead.
3-3-15
Form:
He pierced his nose, his eyes, one toe
tattooed his arm, his foot, you know
in competition with a friend
will these markings ever end
a spider, snake, fat rat too
tattoos in red, black and blue
piercing their feet, piercing their butt
piercing their neck, ankle and gut
that’s enough their mothers say
an intervention right away
in walk their dads – Beau and Boo
Each with a giant tattoo
I'll destroy myself you say
But I dont want to be just another
Ordinary corpse.
I want my bones to be multicoloured
My hair the colour of the sea
I want more tattoos
Than stars under the sky
I want so many piercings
That when they reflect off the sun
They blind the people around me
I don't want to be just another
Ordinary corpse
I won't let you take away
My chance to leave something behind
If you fortune a tangent,
You’ll get a stash,
A rill of crescents pageant,
Old and holding the gash.
Perception not able,
The dynamo dies in the land,
Normal cable to stable,
The bearings of negates and hand.
Piercings whisper through the ears,
Wheat quakes to sliver rum,
Dermis exhalted the overdraft years,
The pollination riffed the drum.
Chrysanthemum sung to oak,
To know the structure is of the silk,
Bacchus architectured folk,
When muscle, mind ruptured n’ did silt.