GOOD Hope top heavy
GOAD loses envy
GLAD all is just fine
CLAD encase gold shine
CLAW sharpens for game
FLAW lessens valued claim
FLOW down the river
GLOW a horn’s glimmer
The fern spreads out to form a perfect fan,
A pleasing show with pristine symmetry.
Proud fronds with discipline, a splendid sight
And offspring fiddleheads are unfurling.
On verticals the ivy clings and climes
To form a confusion of fresh foliage.
With lower leaves vying for vital light.
Chaotic show of ivy anarchy.
Two digitalis stems stand straight and proud,
With pink petal bells to tempt the bumble bee
To come and play the pollination game
And sip the sweetest sugar as his prize.
Facing the sun the lofty one stands straight.
Top heavy, it is bending in the breeze.
Its bloom bursting with seed to start offspring,
An image that Van Gogh proudly painted.
Now, leaden cumulus cluster aloft.
And lovely balmy breeze spoils to a chill.
White fleecy flocks degrade to dull grey mass.
Soon precious plants refreshed by the downpour.
i got a ghostly
mostly moist handful of you
i got a mind
that's top heavy with you
it spills over with you
leaks you
I pant like a Parisian poodle for you
my baggy saggy heart
is packed to the hilt with you
my soggy boggy parts
pine for you
you told me to go to hell
and i went for a while
but came back
with a picture of you
tattooed all over my eyes
and
there were hot flames
under my hots
for you
also my burning boots
and socks
this day i dedicate
to my loss of control
my needy desperateness
my unrestraint
my ill-advised
madcap
rash and heedless
love
i celebrate you
and the fact
that you don't give a damn for me
maybe you will come around
change your low opinion of me
shoot the breeze with me
so for now dearest
please put down that shotgun
When top-heavy Trudy went drinking
She noticed the men were all blinking
Her low neckline falling
Dear Lord, it’s appalling
That Trudy’s own “three eyes” were winking
*Written June 11, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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Carolyn was such a witty lady I loved her poems and learned so much about meter from reading her poems. The Top heavy Trudy poem is a perfect example of a bawdy limerick and I love the use of humour in the title . Carolyn always encouraged me to write witty poems especially the limerick form and the poem I chose mirrors my own sense of humour
08/30/21
Daring to Walk Around the House Shirtless
I am a daring woman, a wanton woman, a top heavy woman.
My 44 Double D’s are pressing down hard on my chest today.
I decide to free them, to let them loose, to give them some air.
Which is nervy because even if you are an old lady, and I am….
If you have a husband like mine
Who is still seventeen
And still thinks of me as sixteen,
you know he is going to run up and play with your boobs.
My back stops him in mid grab.
What is on your back?
Apparently thirteen wood ticks.
He is completely grossed out and says he will take off six of them.
Thirteen is too many.
I am pretty sure he got all their blood-filled ugly rounded brown bodies.
The heads are still in my skin though, I bet.
Those heads are keeping him away from the booby grab.
I guess those stupid ticks bites are good for something.
HEY!
Never mind….
I knew I loved you before I knew you were to be born, I made life long promises to you before I knew you were to be born. I just couldn’t imagine just how much I would love you at that time until the day you were born, the moment I found out that I was going to be a mother I was shocked at first but when the shock wore off I was beyond joy.
I couldn’t wait for the day that I would finally meet you, to hold you in my arms, to kiss your beautiful head and to rock you to sleep. I was scared about breast breastfeeding you because of how top-heavy I am, so I decided to bottle feed you instead.
I took parenting classes to make sure that I would know how to care for you, I want you to have a better life then I did growing up. I will make sure that you do because I’ll make sure with all of my power that you do have a better life than me.
I’ll get you whatever you want and need all you have to do is ask me, you are my special and precious little baby girl. You claimed my heart for your own when you were born.
By: Vera Rice
Mornings
My five-year-old son
Wheaties on his cheeks
Draws yellow flowers on my paycheck stubs.
When a grey cloud blocks the sun
He shakes his spoon at it, threatening extinction
And casts a fierce accusation my way.
Through holes of dreams
I maneuver escapes in the old Ford
Pick up hitchhikers who wear glasses.
Then summer takes a wet turn.
Dandelions, top-heavy, stagger
In the grass that needs cutting.
SUNFLOWER
All yellow and big and radiant
Commanding a tiny city centre lawn
Looking top heavy and a little nervous
Bright smile at all the sullen passers-by
All too hot and hurried to notice her
Holding tightly to her pole
A tip-toe ballerina swaying minutely
A proud one-leg Masai with a spear
Looking directly in my eye and saying
You’ve never seen a flower before?
Too busy to stop and chat?
Ok, go on by, but remember -
This garden is mine, and I rule here.
When top-heavy Trudy went drinking
She noticed the men were all blinking
Her low neckline falling
Dear Lord, it’s appalling
That Trudy’s own “three eyes” were winking
*Written June 11, 2014
With the rules she is quite savvy
Yet she has to pay a levy
She knows for a fact
The weight is exact
But, madam, she is top-heavy.
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This is an offshoot to Jan's "Lets All Embrace Big Boobs"
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Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest # 7
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 4th
Instead of teaching results, hopes and dreams
We should teach beginning and end
Each civilization, nation, kingdom, for all of history
So simple just teach it once, and finished
Déjà Vue all over again
Outline: Revolution, establish rule, self indulge and glorify, establish cronies, take
more than you need, become top heavy, disenfranchise more and more from the
bottom, revolution…repeat ad infinitum.
Refer to Einstein’s definition of insanity following…”endlessly repeating the same
process and hoping for different results.”
incidental resignations of population
deceased investigations of remembered confrontations undergone by one for all overrun to fall
top heavy then slowed to crawl benevolent frustrations men for death make the call fill
the ashes
re-configure our empty classes such brash feelings built deep so caustic melting all whom
come across it born from womb internal newborn intimacy proud american cattle doom society.
well, it's happened!!!
they're nearly here...
galactic travels
of many a year....
death rays for nasty soupers
who speak with nasty word
fantastic treats for others
the nice guys, or so I've heard
either way, it should be cool
when saucers land
from way beyond the moon
I'm kind'a anxious somehow,
not sure why....
just hope they get here pretty soon..
Gort,! Klatu....Mirada....Niktoe!.....
wonder if they got
that model robot?
or the far more friendlier Robby....
whose lights and gears click,
whose top-heavy build
makes him sort'a wobbly
oh, well, don't matter much,
cause either way
that will not be a boring day!!
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