Go away! Go away! I'm never letting you in!
You're nothing but a walking, slimy, horny ball of sin
You let drugs use you up 'til you're bouncing off the walls
You're 21 years old! I'm 39 years old! You're killing me, Smalls!
Go fvck with people of your own minuscule age
You still have to play with baby witches - I'm a fvcking Mage
You're barely older than my own son
I'm way too far out of your league, hon
Didn't you get it the first 50x when I didn't answer for you?
You're creeping on me - being a proper stalker, dude
Seriously though, I haven't notified law enforcement yet
How about my entire existence you just magically forget?
I even paid you $25 to fvck off, once!
Go sit in that corner, child, wear that hat - DUNCE!!
I have no bloody use to ever see your pathetic face again
No, "AKA. Turbo," I don't want to be your friend
You're the kind of little boy who screws his friends' moms
Gross - "AKA. Turbo," everything about your existence is wrong
No wonder why you're homeless without a home
'Cause you won't respectfully leave people the fvck alone!
In ice cave or deep woods
In multistories malls or deserted footpaths
In prettiest arm of lover or deep sleeps
Where do you dwell
O! my dear
In wars or peace
In friends or foes
In loneliness or crowded cities
Where do you dwell
Oh! My dear
In wins or defeats
In smalls or greats
In abstract or concrete
Where do you live
Oh! My dear.,.
Are you real Or fake
Are you love Or hate
You for me Or me for you
What are you
Oh! My dear
H A P P Y N E S S
There was once, a woman named Rose
In briefs; she oft hankerd to pose
Hocking her food blender
She bought smalls, and suspenders'
To bounce onto a stage, i'd suppose?
Just like a weasel living life as a scavenge
I’m sure just like he it’s not as he would have planned it
And with patrol shifts going out to all the giants and talls
They sure use their big britches to control us their fellow smalls
I’ve educated my self in history of war and treaties
Why it’s unhumbling to see history just repeating
Down at my hands now old ones new
The choices I’ve made created their lines and grooves
Smack dab out of the toxicity
Dropping and falling repeatedly and repeatedly
And when I hit the grounds bottom
I bounce back right up to the top
And there’s no time to get your footing stuck on such
Because around around the wheel continues and turns
Its only at your end your allowed to get off
Stacy Lopez
12/12/21
Soft Green
moss will cover all
shy fungi nestle in deep
layers of dim shade
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
I know this spot well. Its on the forested seashore in the
farthest eastern corner of the USA. The spring is bubbling with sweet water
amongst the ferns.
Seasons bring waves of blossoms and greenery and gold
Day lillies linger for weeks.. The lupine trumps all. Pick a color.
The old timers all call that slice of rocky woods The Heritage.
We still dont know what the lights at night are all
about on Smalls Island, across the cove. Its empty .... ???
There are tilting piles of books along walls,
accumulated in time both the big- and smalls;
books, books on each table . . .
to read all I will be unable . . . .
___________________________
October 12, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Books, Big and Small
Copyright Protected, ID 10- 1294-676-12
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Excerpt from my poem-
"A Thousand Books to Read" posted, June 5, 2020
Submitted to the contest, Rithmus Divisa 10
sponsor, Gregory R Barden, Judged 10/24/2020
mission accomplished, bounded in truth,Ruth that is. dedicated to the rights of women matriculating the interpretation of man's law to remind man..you already wrote me in! with her impeccable, eloquent demeanor, she was once asked..well can you rap like biggie smalls? she replied, that's not my gift.all the women of the world are in agreement when it comes to truth, i pick Ruth, what ah lady, ah men, ah women.
My library has grown and grown,
so many books- my shelves groan;
there are more books than I can ever read,
but they keep coming like a need.
There are tilting piles of books along walls,
accumulated in time both the big- and smalls;
books, books on each table . . .
to read all I will be unable.
I can hear them - whispering to me their story;
a thousand doors into love, fury and glory . . .
_____________________
June 5, 2020
Submitted to Brian's Select 5 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand, HM
Is it over, is it really now over,
Are we just dreaming or simply misled,
Can we resume the rest of our lives
Outside these four walls and the shade of our bed.
Can we now fill our lungs with fresh air
Breathing no longer through layers of cloth,
Or must we endure that little while longer
Protected indoors, cocooned like a moth.
Exhausted from watching show after show,
Tidying closets, climbing the walls,
Snacking in boredom, growing in girth,
Constantly texting, washing our smalls.
Hair growing longer, nails more like claws,
Roots ever greyer, solutions too few,
Pampered and spoiled, lost in a haze
Reliant on others, but whoever knew.
So tell us it's over, we pray and beseech,
Bring back the life we knew and adore,
Life's little pleasures all gone in a flash,
Staying cooped up is now such a chore.
if I could take this time
stretch it a millennium
make each second mine
with each more evident
if I commit my mind
absorb and assemble
after falls climb
actions that resemble
with always one eye
reminding me my aim
while the other sights
smalls steps on the way
enthusiasm never dies
still I never stay
remember realise
attitudes alternate
risk and rest and rise
through testing times and trial
believe when all is doubt
soldier on through tear and smile
if this way out of reach
a path around or bridge to seek
if dark within a tunnel
the dot of light I see
if I believe in me
never cave to grief
carry on regardless
use ignorance usefully
if I never give up or give in
carry on through new begin
when I can see what others don't
then give up I wont
the power of mind to carry on
deliver me a champion
bougainvillea vine
tendrils crept up balcony
t’was our washing line!
Inspired by but not for Contest
100% true story no poetic licence at all!
Many years ago my parents had a villa in Spain, my sister and I would go and stay. We’d wash our smalls and swimming costumes and drape them on the balcony wall to dry. One windy day we discovered them adorning the Bougainvillea. It hadn’t escaped our neighbour Zac’s notice and from that day on it was known as ‘the knicker tree’
3/23/19
Poor Frosty was built upside down
and quickly he’s talk of the town
He’s not wearing his smalls
so folks see his snowballs -
his smile soon turns into a frown!
When Santa learns of Frosty’s plight
he orders some work late that night
So his wife Mrs Clause
knits Frosty some new drawers -
but his ‘carrot’ doesn’t hang right!
*drawers classed as one syllable as per the UK pronunciation of the word
Both limericks 8,8,6,6,8
Christmas Limericks Old or New Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Edited
11/30/18
A is for a**l
B is for balls
Share them or wear them
Tucked up in your smalls
C is for condoms
Of all shapes and sizes
D is for dicks
Made of chocolate for prizes
E is for enlarging erections
Oh wow!
F is for fig leaves
Worn you know how
G is for G string
Oooh very nice
H is for handcuffs
Double locked twice
I is for indecent
That sums it up
J is for juices
And not in a cup
K is for kinky
Whatever the weather
L is for lust, libido and leather
M is for mask, massage and minge
N is for naughty
Making me cringe
O is for oral
Taken at leisure
P is for pervert, ****, pimp and pleasure
Q is for quickie
If that is your need
R is for rampant rabbit
One you won't have to feed
S is for S and M
With shackles thrown in
T is for torture
Oh such a sin
U is for urinate
Some folk just love it
V is for vibrator
You know where to shove it
W is for whores, whips, willies and wellies
X is for x rated **** on your tellies
Y is for yeast
Well it does make bread rise!
And Z, well I'm f****d
So I'll say my goodbyes!
Poor Frosty was built upside down
And quickly he’s talk of the town
He is not wearing smalls -
People see his snowballs!
His smile has turned into a frown!
Upside down world Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
12-23-17
Folks stare
He’s bare!
No smalls
Cold balls!
Chilly
Willy
Teeny
Weeny
Dinky
Winkie
Fig leaf
Relief!
03~20~17
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