Her
Her brainless has it all
Her blindness hinders all
Her selfishness has no bounds
Her ears listen only sounds
Her intelligence left on train
Her self-esteem washed by the rain
Her perception lies in shadow
Her greetings are shallow
Her mouth tight as a drum
Her benevolence, a crumb
Her jealousy you can touch
Her talent not too much
Her surroundings mucky
Her situation very lucky
He’s afraid of losing
So, she continues using.
David Cox 07/06/22
*Image of Animals Noah by Pixabay.
Think Big, Worry Less
The day hath appeared as all creatures met,
they hath parted themselves by groups of twos,
as they slid, crawled, march, flew without a sweat,
onboard the welcomed vessel of hope cruise.
Arranged by alphabets all unafraid,
like the two ants who hath boarded the ark,
both fully aware but were undismayed,
with namely, Mr. & Mrs. Aardvark.
Nickname is their telltale like their diet,
ants knew the alligators follows them,
thereon, anacondas slide while quiet,
the ark, passengers all tight as a drum.
Yet small, they lift multiple times their weight,
ratios, alphas help, those ants ARE great!
2021 July 30
Your Wonderful Mother
I hate to talk about your mama, she's a good old soul,
She's got as hump backed pussy and a rubber *******,
She's got nipples on her titties as big as a plum,
She's got scales on her ass that's tight as a drum,
She's got somthin' 'tween her legs called "sweet love jam",
It smells like **** but it's good, goddamn!
Yo ho ho and a bottle full rum,
She's so good she makes a dead man come!
Slim and trim, this guy's become
Svelte with a butt that's tight as a drum
Pumping iron
A studly lion
And if you believe that, better lay off the rum!
Once I wore shorts that
Did not reach my knees;
Now in hot weather,
I stick to Capris.
Skin that was supple
And tight as a drum,
Now seems to sag
At the age I've become.
Wrinkles crop up where
There were none before;
Each day I notice
I've sprouted some more.
Still, I get dressed and
Put on a brave face,
Under which hides
My young self, just a trace.
I guess as we age
We protect what we know,
That inside, we're the same
As we were long ago.
Torn…
(unfinished)
To want another
The price to pay
Tangled control
Torturous toll
Shedding solace
The price to pay
Uneasy soul
Playing my role
In needing another
The price to pay
Uncertain outcome
Tight as a drum
Giving my word
The price to pay
Denied desire
Avoiding the fire
Ceding myself
The price to pay
Resolved defeat
A lonely street
Rlm ‘09
Crimson rose you bloom and grow
Fragrant and free you open toward light
Though your life lingers so brief
Your beauty reaches me bright
Tempted I am to reach over and pinch
Your thorns surprise me by an inch
and clinched my jaw shut
For you pierced my finger
For but a moment the pain will linger
Trickle crimson upon my thumb
wrapped it tight as a drum
I walk away and admire from far
Your thorns remind me who you are
So many sights, thoughts, and sounds.
Things whirling through my mind round and round.
I try so hard to just shut down.
I ask for sleep but none is found.
As tight as a drum I am wound.
Noise, noise, noise all around.
To a sleepless night I am bound.
Finally things settle down.
Oddly enough, silence is the loudest sound.
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