She looked at him And by the look Of desperation and pain Mixed with desire and horror She knew She knew she had him He was hooked Like a jagged toenail Hooked in old Shaggy Carpet
Shocking Revelations ~ Really Bad Poetry
To know her marriage was over I mean, really over, Was distressing But knowing it had disintegrated Because of infidelity Came hard and fast at her And smacked her With betrayal And a rude shock Like the kind of shock you feel When you find your Favorite formerly surcharge free ATM Suddenly has A surcharge
Her Face ~ Really Bad Poetry
Her face Which shone brightly up at me Was perfectly shaped To suit her wide set And dewy eyes Like an oval As if a circle Had two sides Gently compressed By a Thigh Master
Divine Completeness
In the perfect movement Of time and of place And the perfect execution Of patience and faith I meditate in harmony And have joy each day As I see the harvest Coming my way And the fruits of finality That therein lay
Magnetism ~ Really Bad Poetry
She was magnetic Attractive from the backside Repulsive in front
Her Eyes… Part Deux ~ Really Bad Poetry
Her eyes Were like the stars But not because they Twinkled like little stars No They were like stars Because they were just So Far Apart
Easy ~ Really Bad Poetry
I knew I wanted him The moment we met And making him love me was Easy As easy as taking candy From a diabetic man Who no longer wishes To eat candy Cause he is fat And diabetic With bad foot problems Yeah It was that kind of Easy love
Zero G Grace ~ Really Bad Poetry in Really Poor Taste
As I sat on the parkbench I watched that Cement colored pigeon Fly as gracefully into the air As a man stepping On a landmine In zero gravity
Her Laugh ~ Really Bad Poetry
She smiled at me As I wove my words Into something Marginally clever And just then She threw her head back Exposing her long neck And laughed It was unlike any laugh I'd ever heard before It was raw Erotic Deep and throaty Genuine Like that sound a dog makes Right before it throws up... Continue Reading →
The Cold ~ Really Bad Poetry
The cold Was cutting And I had never Experienced anything so Cold If it had been Any colder It would have been like Being in a place That was just a little colder Than it was There