I tend to feel hot, so I much rather lay in a room so cold.
Need few more pillows for each pair of limbs to comfortably hold.
Some nights my snores are unladylike, or so I am told.
Dear dumbbell,
I can remember the first time
I held you in my hands.
Two 5-pound weights - small, yes,
But if you can remember,
I was seven.
My father, forty-six and still going,
Introduced me to you.
I was young, and wasn’t as dedicated.
Not as I am now.
He loves you
Just as much as me.
Maybe more.
If I’m being honest,
You saved us both.
When I’m in the gym, it’s the only place
I feel at peace. Powerful, and after all
In pain, isn’t there strength?
The more I use you, the more it hurts
But
The more it hurts, the more I use you.
Some judge me for loving you.
My own mother
Calls it unladylike.
If delicate, fragile, tiny, is
Ladylike
Then I think I’ll be a brute.
Every time
I step down, enter your home’s dark embrace,
Calm washes over me, comfort in knowing
I am strong.
And every time I don’t,
I regret it.
This is a thank you,
A promise
That because of what you gave me,
I will give you my
All.
After the Dominican with it's heat and humidity
This is absolute heaven on earth
Temps in the low seventies with bright sunny skies
AND NO HUMIDITY
Humidity's a killer as you all well know
You can be sitting absolute still
Not exerting yourself even the tiniest wee bit
Still the sweat could be running down your face
On men, it's manly
On women, it's a great big no-no
For exhibiting such unladylike tendencies
Women don't sweat... they perspire
Bull crap! They sweat just like us guys
Snow White took an unladylike bite
of a big red apple polished bright
she snoozed quite a while
he kissed her with guile
and they shared an afternoon delight
Jealousy in senior citizens
Is an ugly thing
It’s childish, it’s petty,
It has a negative ring
For elderly women, make no mistake
In certain surroundings
There’s quite an outbreak
And don’t they look silly
With their petulant smiles
As they pose and they preen
Like noxious reptiles!
The venom they spew, why, it’s unladylike
Overheard was this gentleman:
“Girl, take a hike!”
We don’t want you around,
Say the popular guys
But they simply can’t help it
They draw them like flies
So here is a warning, a word to the wise
If old ladies don’t watch it
They may recognize
That they haven’t a clue
How to compete for the prize.
Let them be jealous, let them talk trash
They only look foolish
But they’re due for a crash
‘Cause nobody likes them
We think they’re absurd
Their ugliest nature
Is more than inferred
Drop the act, ladies, give it a rest
The men are all saying
You’re the worst kind of pest
There are times when I wonder what it would be like
If poetry sites were no longer, probably become unladylike
Use very foul words
I'd be very disturbed
Yelling a bunch of bad words that are far from polite
My Mother liked to whistle
Which made my Father bristle
Although Mum whistled well
Dad thought it unladylike for a gel
To whistle, abyssal
Dreading another Friday's arrival
Selfish pride begins to rear its not so pretty head
That fiercely familiar response engulfs me
Stirring pent-up emotions
Festering unhealed hurts
Reawakening forlorn feelings that had been laid to rest
Jealousy swarms my existence
Uncontrollable, passive-aggressive thoughts clamor and clang in my head
I fight the urge to lash out
I am drawn into this unpleasant pattern Being shaped into a version of me that I am not proud of
A version of me that is unkind and unladylike Becoming ill-natured and even a little spiteful
A Me that begrudges one moving on
I don't like the Me that I become on Friday
I want her gone
March 31, 2021
There are times when I wonder what it would be like
If poetry sites were no longer, would I become unladylike
Use distasteful words
Be very disturbed
Yelling bad words from my normally joyous wind pipe
After this extreme heat wave we're going through
A break will be absolute heaven on earth
Temps in the low seventies with bright sunny skies
AND NO HUMIDITY
Humidity's a killer as you all well know
You can be sitting absolute still
Not exerting yourself even the tiniest wee bit
And still, the sweat could be running down your face
On men, it's manly
On women, it's a great big no-no
For exhibiting such unladylike tendencies
Women don't sweat... they perspire
Bull crap! They sweat just like us guys
Given the choice, though
I'd rather perspire to death
Than burn to death... no contest
But when you get right down to it
I'd really rather pass away making love to Jennifer Aniston
There are times when I wonder what it would be like
If poetry sites were no longer, would I become unladylike
Use distasteful words
Be very disturbed
Yelling a bad words from my normally joyous wind pipe
There are times when I wonder what it would be like
If this site was no longer, surely become quite unladylike
Use very foul words
I'd be very disturbed
Yelling a bunch of bad words that are far from polite
© Jack Ellison 2015
After the Dominican with it's heat and humidity
This is absolute heaven on earth
Temps in the low seventies with bright sunny skies
AND NO HUMIDITY
Humidity's a killer as you all well know
You can be sitting absolute still
Not exerting yourself even the tiniest wee bit
And still the sweat could be running down your face
On men, it's manly
On women, it's against the law
For exhibiting such unladylike tendencies
Women don't sweat... they perspire
Bull crap! They sweat just like us guys
Given the choice, though
I'd rather perspire to death
Than burn to death... no contest
But when you get right down to it
I'd really rather pass away making love to Jennifer Aniston
© Jack Ellison 2014
A jealous Goddess envious of me
Banned me to deep end of the sea.
I sought with last breath for life saving air,
When naught but water flowed down there.
A dolphin aware of my great distress
(And I near death, I must confess,)
Daring Goddess’s wrath to rescue me,
With mighty heave tossed me from sea.
I landed safely on a far-flung beach
And right within Goddess’s reach.
With an unladylike or Goddess curse,
She tried my young life to disperse.
Once more the brave dolphin arrived to save
And carry me from ocean grave.
He showed me how to extract air from sea
Which is now second home to me.
There is no law that says that I must keep a Twitter page
and write on it my actions of each and every day
There is no law to force me to answer my telephone
Or even to carry my cell whenever I leave home
It's usually a telemarketer or some friend needing a favor
The pure gall of some folks, just never seems to waver
I challenge some one to put before me the chapter and the verse
That says I have to add into every conversation an unladylike curse
And If I'm home and to my front door you come knocking for a visit
No jury would find me guilty of bad manners if to open it ...I didn't
And while I'm on a rant let's touch on junk mail
The cost of what is send out yearly, the U.S. deficit it would bail
One more thing before I step down from my soap box
I recall the days when everything you owned
didn't need nailed down or behind locks
Now my rant has ended, I vented my steam for a while
Please move along, nothing to see here
go about you day she says with a bitter smile
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