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Why is pubic hair curly?
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good spring action.
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THERE ARE THREE SIDES
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But at least he doesn't use his chicks razor....come clean, Ontie....
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Love is Hairy
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I was wonderin' when someone was gonna pick up on that!
Thanks for the advice. Never thought much of the hygeine issue. Maybe that would explain that strange rash he's had around his chin. Kidding. No man on the scene at this time..... I use those cheapo disposables and they just don't have the same shearing effect as a freshly changed Gillette triple edged mach 3.... |
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Love is Hairy
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Love is hairy stubbly stuff shave all week it’s never enough come Saturday we don’t hardly care let it grow out with the rest of the hair Sunday mornin’ rolls around the pits needs tending but his razor can’t be found Didn’t spend much time never gave it much thought until it was gone and my legs with hair were fraught An overgrown garden I finally see the light Missed out on the sweetness soft bare skin’s delight Let my love come back never take his ditty cleanin up my act tryin to be pretty He walked into the bathroom early Sunday morn his face was kind of prickly needing to be shorn I leave him to his business which won’t include the shave Love is stubbly, love is soft and hairy to the grave. |
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75% pure
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I love this one.
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YELLOW (color of insanity, fear, caution,and assorted fruits and
veggies) Not entirely crazy though I seem a bit insane outside in the daylight my mind runs clear as rain Yarrow is a color I heard the Asian mutter "Hold the petals ‘neath your chin to see if you like butter" Bottled up my beeswax sprayed on fresh perfume tried to make some sunshine put away the gloom talking to a stranger not the average joe wait until you meet him only way to know ripened up banana brown speckeled and getting soft waiting for his perfect match the others he has scoffed whatever is the point here how she did you wrong your history's no matter to me always the same old song this color is not fade-proof it washes out in time you hang your heart out in the yard wind blows it off the line. I took the test they gave me found a compatible fellow “Roses are red Violets are blue but my heart is screamin yellow” Im not scared, just waiting Ive been around the block tasted and been tested faked out my internal clock I will not be misguided won’t buy into the hype perfectmatch confided I’m not the risky type Today I am feeling ready Tomorrow I am bleeding blue Orange you glad I’m yellow a bright and crazy hue In the age of pen and paper telegrams were few not so many choices you married someone you knew I don’t need the internet or guys to entertain. so read my lips just bring some chips and I'll meet you at the train. stop. meet you at the train. |
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these poems are so real they stir up empathy....love can really hurt
when it is one sided...keep your chin up bucky....if it's meant to be.....she will miss you and come back....often the way it goes. Let her go free....time is the key. Keep writing and stay away from caffeine. |
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Thanks. It comes from within.....lived it.
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Words serve no purpose, you've chosen your fate, a woman who seethes with biochemial hate How could a man marvel at beauty When she admits her last meal was "Lookin4cutie?" Now why would a man desire to mate with a chick who is spiteful and tends to be late the oversized ego that boasts of her charms arouses suspicion and sets off alarms. Try as you may there's no way to please her the war is internal and nothing will ease her. You give her some flowers, she says the wrong color You give her some talk time, you've never been duller You take her out dancing, buy her some clothes, she spends all your money and steps on your toes. Take it as a warning when a woman picks a fight flips out at your comments,speeds up at the light. Anything to get you punching at the wheel yellow moon is maddness, and PMS is real. Give her a boot, show her the door tell her to soften that miserable core. Drop her on the corner make her walk alone stay clear of her email don’t pick up the phone Next time read the paper or find a nice long book spare yourself the misery and let her off the hook. |
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my hammer has a secret
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you are welcome, King breeze and thank you. I was actually directing my
response to the ficticious man with the hammer, not you, silly. first person peoms can be a problem this way. Course, I appreciate the clarification. I have a similiar situation with my poem called " Biachhi, Love me or lose me, but not in the trunk of your car." The think i am the biachhi I write about....could be, at times. I will post that next. |
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The Man with the Hammer
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your hammer's good
it's heading south keeps it's secret without a mouth the ground is hard the ground is cold tells many stories as I am told where you have walked how much you weigh cover your clues because one day the smallest fragment the tiniest hair well get you life to this i'll swear you make your bed you dig your grave and to your guilt you'll be a slave Think this out while you sit in the slammer He carried the cross but you bore the hammer He took the nails you pounded in Forgive them he said they know not thier sin Three days later The ground will atest The man was seen walking along with the rest A carpenter by trade he knew about hammers He knows about you his lost little lamb-er He stands at the door Speaks truth and won't stammer Be the best friend to the man with the hammer. |
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my hammer has a secret
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your hammer's good
it's heading south keeps it's secret without a mouth the ground is hard the ground is cold tells many stories as I am told where you have walked how much you weigh cover your clues because one day the smallest fragment the tiniest hair well get you life to this i'll swear you make your bed you dig your grave and to your guilt you'll be a slave Think this out while you sit in the slammer He carried the cross but you bore the hammer He took the nails you pounded in Forgive them he said they know not thier sin Three days later The ground will atest The man was seen walking along with the rest A carpenter by trade he knew about hammers He knows about you his lost little lamb-er He stands at the door Speaks truth and won't stammer Be the best friend to the man with the hammer. |
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Blood
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Blood was powerfully sad and lonely. Maybe in need of a transfusion?
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(My dream is for George Thorogood to sing this one)
Gingerale, coke, lemon and lime 4 5 8 - 9 7 4 9 Iced Coffee with milk, no sugar for me. 6 4 2 - 3 7 6 3 Used to drink Yoohoo but can't seem to hold it, Once owned a Ford Falcon but somebody 'stoled' it!!! Leave me alone, just let me be, Leave me alone.... My father is cool, he trims up the hedges Mom's kind of smooth but rough 'round the edges. Once found a shell put it to my ear, all that I heard was a-guzzling beer A-guzzling Beer, not what I expected had me a Mexican but soon he defected!!!! Looked for him everywhere thought he was nappin' But he hit the pavement Hirotchees were slappin Someone told me he's back in Borrero afryin' up churros in a fancy sombrero!!! Just Leave me alone, Just Let me be, Leave me alone... Dined on raw fish with a guido beguiled till he told me he'd die before having my child Excuse me, I told him, I think you are mistaken I would rather have triplets by sexy Clay Aiken been burned before, but I'm still kind of shocky Swallowed my pride and swore off the Saki!!!! Just Leave me alone, just let me be free, Leave me alone.. Low and behold a dude who says “Schmatza” unorthodox fella who can't stomach matzah A head full of curls and a nice Hebrew diction, believes in his heart Aliens are nonfiction. He ain’t into me, prefers to be single I made sure my milk and his meat didn't mingle!!!! Leave me alone, Just let me be free, leave me alone... Stopped at the Quickchek to get me a bite met up with 'ol Manny who put up a fight mountain of misery~ terrble liar asked for a bik and he gave me a tire Flattened but patched my heart wasn't aching I think it's a sign that the thing was worth breaking!!!! Just Leave me alone, let me be free, leave me alone... The back roads to Red Bank are bumpy and narrow hard on the bones but good for the marrow I looked at the clouds, shook out the lining can't see the forest for all of my pining. Ironic that shells echo the sea when the old man batters them mercilessly? Mets vs. Yankees what can I say? wanted for nothing nothing got in my way Got up to stretch, winked at the thug throws fits like a pitcher but catches my hug. We barked at each other all night and all day he told me to sit I begged him to stay He warned that he'd leave me took off like Ty Cobb he can't be convicted and he thinks I'm a slob!!! Just Leave me alone, let me be free, leave me alone... Then I met Jesus the last one I thought would enter my life for I thought all was naught He cleaned up my soul You would not even know me Carried my grief Though He never did owe me The word says I am free that I don't need to fear now that all things are new and that's good to hear now Gingerale, coke, lemon and lime. I am doin alright since he paid off my fine' 6 4 2 - 4 5 6 3 cellphone's gone missing but He let me go free. |
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Blood
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Gingerale, coke, lemon and lime
4 5 8 - 9 7 4 9 Iced Coffee with milk, no sugar for me. 6 4 2 - 3 7 6 3 Used to drink Yoohoo but can't seem to hold it, Once owned a Ford Falcon but somebody 'stoled' it. My father is cool, he trims up the hedges Mom's kind of smooth but rough 'round the edges. Once found a seashell, put it to my ear, all that I heard was a-guzzling beer Guzzling Beer, not what I expected had me a Mexican but soon he defected looked for him everywhere, thought he was nappin' But he hit the pavement, Hirotchees were slappin Someone told me he's back in Borrero fryin' up churros in a fancy sombrero Dined on raw fish with a guido beguiled till he told me he'd die before having my child Excuse me, I told him, I think you are mistaken I would rather have triplets by sexy Clay Aiken been burned before, but I'm still kind of shocky Swallowed my pride and swore off the Saki Low and behold a dude who says “Schmatza” unorthodox fella who can't stomach matzah A head full of curls and a nice Hebrew diction, believes in his heart Aliens are nonfiction. He ain’t into me, prefers to be single I made sure my milk and his meat didn't mingle. Stopped at the Quickchek to get me a bite met up with 'ol Manny who put up a fight mountain of misery~ terrble liar asked for a bike and he gave me a tire. Flattened but patched my heart wasn't aching I think it's a sign that the thing was worth breaking. The back roads to Red Bank are bumpy and narrow hard on the bones but good for the marrow I looked at the clouds, shook out the lining can't see the forest for all of my pining. Ironic that shells echo the sea when the old man batters them mercilessly? Went to see the blueclaws what can I say? wanted for nothing nothing got in my way Got up to stretch, winked at the thug throws fits like a pitcher but catches my hug. We bark at each other all night and all day he tells me to sit I tell him to stay I told him to leave me he ran like Ty Cobb he won't be convicted he thinks I'm a slob Then I met Jesus the last one I thought would enter my life for I thought all was naught He cleaned up my soul You would not even know me Carried my grief Though He never did owe me The word says I am free that I don't need to fear now that all things are new and that's good to hear now Gingerale, coke, lemon and lime. I am doin alright since he paid off my fine' 6 4 2 - 4 5 6 3 cellphone's gone missing but Helet me go free. |
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