I think my first bikini, I was four and it was polka dotted and I had a big belly and I looked dashing.
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La lyra es, telemann, suite
You were wearing a polka dot one piece
Got your pic
From that white sand beach
You look smaller this time
The sadness is not visible
On your face smiling at the
Digital camera
Got your pic
My own pick
Is the sound of the lyre
On polka dot
On a polka dot one piece
Hiding the bruises
In your breasts
There is really no sense
There is really no sense
White sand as hideaway
A smiling face
And a piece of polka dot
Bikini
Can be more accurately revealing
The bruises
On your hips
The bruises
On your breasts
Junk him you pride a kind of your own story
I never believe you, you make no sense to me.
Polka dots, white sand and bruises do not
A true picture make, my dear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Polka Dot Bikini
Yonks ago,
On a beach in the land of sugar cane,
A girl
Wore a purple
Polka dot bikini
And eyed the sea
Like a matador might eye a bull.
Yonks ago,
On a beach in the land of sangomas,
A girl
Ran to the ocean's edge,
Long hair burning,
Blowing windward and wayward
In the pure blue sunshine.
Yonks ago,
On a beach in the land of ijuba beer,
A girl
Dived under,
The boys dived deeper,
Under the biggest waves
Never taking their eyes off her.
Yonks ago,
On a beach in Zululand,
A girl in a polka dot bikini
Walked by,
Wringing water from red hair,
The air around her aflame
With something I wanted.
poem by Consuelo Roland
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The Bikini
Dressed in her bikini,
sipping a martini
she drew the looks of every roving eye.
A white sandy spot,
the sun so hot
her skin was burned by and by.
Stripped of her bikini,
still sipping a martini
she saw her mirrored image in the night.
Two strips of white appeared,
her skin had been seared.
Her natural bikini was quite the sight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Belly rub
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
Gonna catch that freesby,
then bring it right back to you.
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
if you feed me steak, ill jump in
the pool.
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
if you let me sleep in your bed,
ill protect you from demons and
ghost.
poem by David Gerardino
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For My Dog Amber Who Died A Year Ago
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
Gonna catch that freesby,
then bring it right back to you.
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
if you feed me steak, ill jump in
the pool.
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
if you let me sleep in your bed,
ill protect you from demons and
ghost.
poem by David Gerardino
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To Live A Hundred?
To live a hundred, I cannot
Imagine how it will be
With silvery hair and all that
Oh, on a wheelchair I could be.
There will be bladder trouble,
And my memory may falter-
Perhaps I will be able
To wear polka dotted diaper?
My teeth will sink in the corn cub,
And my ears will dwell in silence;
Lip reading! There's the rub,
And this silly incontinence.
Names won't be remembered
And faces will be vague,
I may struggle with each word-
Yes, old age is such a plague.
I cannot go to a hundred,
I may opt until I'm seventy
For senility is what I dread
When I go, I want to know I'm me!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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For Liyo D.
a little bit flattered
by your comment i
went to your room
and i was trying to
look for a bikini but
i found nothing except
those long bell bottom
pants, black shoes
for the funeral, coat and
tie for graduation ceremonies,
all i need is
a band-aid that bikini
for my wound.
do you have one?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Refraction Of Water
Not knowing how to swim
I became an expert
at diving in
and swimming under water
(oh I could do that)
for a width
and then
another width back
reaching for the safety of the bar as if it were
Life itself
even pushed it so far
(I held my breath)
took to swimming lengths
underwater
the danger and the fear of death
became the thrill of it
lost in a soundless universe
living only on that one breath
my shadow like a soul distorted
accompanying me on the bottom
like a dolphin
///Time///broken///
in the refraction
of water.
Although I never learned
to swim
I became an expert
in not drowning.
***
IN AN OCTOPUS’S GARDEN WITH YOU
We play about
in the pool
(act the fool)
not swimming – playing.
I swim underwater
for a length
before passing underneath
your wide open legs.
You thrill to the touch
as I softly brush
your inner thighs
with my curly hair.
You laugh & cry:
“Again…again! ”
This time you
untying the little ribbons & bows
of your tiny bikini bottoms
giving me
a glimpse
of Heaven here
on earth
(under water)
my lungs on fire
gasping for breath
come up
clenched in my teeth
your little yellow
polka-dot bikini bottoms
only to find your top
like a jellyfish
scurrying away on
the surface.
your nakedness
split in two
by the refractive index
of the water.
“Come here! ”
you sneer
“I’ve got something
I want to
show you! ”
You sure
show me.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Oh Alien....a little nonsense for Halloween
Last night's moon was gleaming,
it unhinged me, sent me screaming,
manically, my fur bristling,
turning from human to wolf and
running naked into the woods!
I hope I didn't scare you?
We must have just missed each other,
you, that red, polka dotted alien
and I the deranged earthling.
Or maybe you spotted me earlier,
looking less than lovely with bad hair!
I was rushing out of the corner shop,
a jar of marmalade in one hand
and bottled water in the other.
This time of the month, the hunger kicks in
and I've a hankering for marmalade.
I couldn't help but notice you,
I felt an allegiance, a partnership
and called to your yellow space ship,
that one eyed monster in the sky
than wakes us up every morning,
flooding our planet with light.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Alabaster Cave ~ A Villanelle
Inside the belly of the whale
He left her to construct her fate
A conduct far beyond the pale
A darkness like the pit of hell
She slipped and tumbled upside down
Inside the belly of the whale
Skeletal hands with sharp toenails
That clung to alabaster walls
And onyx wing-beats flapped pell-mell
The mousy guano rained and fell
Laying eggs inside her hair
Inside the belly of the whale!
She looked to hide to no avail
He'd plowed ahead and left her there
A conduct far beyond the pale
No handholds, twas like reading Braille
He'd doused the green light lamp telltales
Inside the belly of the whale
A conduct far beyond the pale
poem by Sara Fielder
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Polka Dots & Moonbeams
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the spirit album, and has also been released on the reflections and the country roads collection albums.
A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an oh, beg your pardon
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pug-nosed dream
The music started and was I the perplexed one
I held my breath and said may I have the next one
In my frightrnrd arms, polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream
There were questions in the eyes of other dancers
As we floated over the floor
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more
Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning of the words ever after
And Ill always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss my pug-nosed dream
Words by johnny burke, music by jimmy van heusen
song performed by by John Denver
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Polka Dots And Moon Beams
(BurkeVan Heusen)
A country dance was being held in a garden. I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg you pardon."
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams all around a pug-nosed dream.
The music started and was I the perplexed one.
I held my breath and said "May I have the next one?"
In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams sparkled on a pug-nosed dream.
There were questions in the eyes of other dancers as we floated over the floor.
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers and perhaps a few things more.
Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words "ever after."
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams when I kiss my pug-nosed dream.
There were questions in the eyes of other dancers as we floated over the floor.
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers and perhaps a few things more.
Now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words "ever after."
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams when I kiss my pug-nosed dream,
when I kiss my pug-nosed dream.
song performed by by John Denver
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Polka Dot Tail
Did you ever see a whale with a polka dot tail
Did you ever seen a man with eight fingers on his hand
Did you have to dry your eye when you saw that puppy fly
Oh no, tell me it aint so
Have you ever tried to shrink like a ice cube in the sink
Have you ever tried to see what lies hidden in the tree
Have you ever made a flan and squished it in your hand
Oh no, tell me it aint so
Billy
[repeat second verse]
Have you ever seen a whale with a polka dot tail
Did you ever seen a man with eight fingers on his hand
Did you have to dry your eye when you saw that puppy fly
Oh no, tell me it aint so
Help me
song performed by by Ween
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Dashing and Halting
Dashing past the altar, a priest halts
To cast his spell of rage, the demonic particles
That in those atoms dwell, and in those fancies
Are sown me and you, they hit us hard!
Charming of you now that you’re gone,
What defilement has happened to deviltry!
My dashing personality messes with messages
That charm me and you, the straightforward ones.
My chunky tales need understanding, in that
They need me as a requirement.
Defeat me now that you’re done!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
You are the icing on my cake...
The thrill of them all...
My prince charming in Gold-
The King of My Ball;
So dashing-so dashing-
So suave-so debonair-
You are my everything-
My knight-so fair;
You are an answer to my dreams-
A gift surely sent from above-
A treasure to forever hold-
A man for me to love;
You make me complete-
You have filled my alone-
Together we are now one-
Your heart is my home;
June 11,2010
The Essence
poem by Theodora Onken
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I Looked At You
i looked at you,
and saw the fugitive
in my mirror.
i looked at me,
and saw the child in you.
i looked at God,
and saw the stranger waiting.
i looked at the stranger,
and saw my brother in need.
i looked at freedom,
and saw the bars of the cell.
i looked at the bars,
and saw my spirit walk free.
i looked at anger,
and saw forgiveness waiting.
i looked at forgiveness,
and saw the hands of love.
i looked at my body,
and saw the bird leaving the nest.
i looked at the nest,
and saw a world made of straw.
i looked at today,
and saw the scars of yesterday.
i looked at yesterday,
and saw the dawning of tomorrow.
i looked at the seed,
and saw the plant in fullness.
i looked at fullness,
and saw emptiness the seed.
i looked at you...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Black Widow Bride
He looked into her eyes, and asked her why she was so engrossed in the book, instead of him.
The young bride, upon her wedding bed replied, 'to read a book, is to step into a world beyond the ordinary.
You open a world where imagination, fantasy, and even pain become one with you.
You can feel as though you are a part of the world in which you have magically fallen into.
It has accepted, and possessed you in every way.
Your mind can take you anyplace, anywhere, at anytime.
You can become one with the Medieval period, romantic fantasy, comical adventure, and total horrific terror.
So grab a book, and live the life you've only now have been dreaming about. She looked at her now sleeping husband, turned the cover of her book over, and thought about how much he looked like the dashing man on the cover of her romantic adventure book.
She kissed him upon his forehead, and plunged the knife deep into his flesh.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Baby Dreams
Full moon’s beaming
What is baby dreaming?
Of sweet little sonnets,
Blue baby bonnets,
Trinkets and toys,
Kisses and boys,
Fairies and wings,
Shiny, diamond rings,
Red floating kites,
Tinker Bell and Snow White,
Angels on clouds glowing,
Trees buried in winter’s snowing,
Princesses in their gowns,
Princes in their crowns,
Polka dotted umbrellas,
A shoe and Cinderella,
Little girls as they play,
Toys on the sleigh,
Sitting on Santa’s knee,
Ornaments on the tree,
Decorations in the grove,
Gingerbread men in the stove,
Jesus in his stable,
Cookies and milk on the table,
Elves as they pose,
Rudolph’s old shiny nose,
Carolers in their attire,
Stockings above the fire,
You are tucked cozy in the bed,
Dreams dance in your head,
The full moon is beaming,
Baby, what are you dreaming?
poem by Whitney Albright
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When I Touch Your Belly
When I touch your belly tears of amazement run down my eyes.
I am so amazed that inside your womb a life lies.
A child that was created all from our love;
God, I can’t believe that in a few weeks you’ll give birth to our miracle of love.
When I touch your belly with my ear;
I can’t believe the heart beat I hear.
It like a little drum beating a message to me;
In the sounds of the beat I swear our child is saying hi daddy.
When I touch your belly I caressing you as well as our child;
I’m caressing you to say thank you for carrying our child.
I could not have chosen a better mother then you.
These are all the things I’m saying when I touch your belly.
Baywatch T.V.
Watch me strut slowly across the sunny beach,
A red swimsuit beauty wiggling her derriere peach,
your eyes swaying with each step, gaping at my posterior,
every man on his knees worshipping their mother superior,
as we’re at the scene of Baywatch’s shoreline paradise,
the ladies here are going to make you look more than twice,
the oh so gorgeous look to woo the doe eyed kids,
even though you could play the xylophone on her ribs,
whoops sorry to pinprick her dream bubble,
but she could pass off as Skeletor’s stunt double.
So whilst they swagger around like big super stars,
wearing nothing but bikini tops and skimpy bras,
just remember stars are in my eyes, so Matthew tonight,
I am going to be a Baywatch (T) rans(V) estite,
so just imagine a Swedish soft porn star,
with a shaven head and smoking a cigar,
as this G.I. Jane buried a lifeguard up to her neck in sand,
head first, like an ostrich, you must understand,
and nabbed one of her famous red costume tops,
then grabbed and donned a pair of flip flops.
This beach belle is ringing someone’s alarm bell,
for this babe is certainly no blonde bombshell,
put it this way if you like them hairy you’ll be fine,
as her beer belly isn’t streamline with no waxed bikini line,
but she has an explosive cleavage, bust ready to burst,
those water balloons won’t quench a baby’s thirst,
so don’t go squeezing her… erm Pammies,
as you might just pop those double whammies,
puncturing the only thing that keeps this coastguard afloat,
for once they’re gone she’ll no longer float your boat!
poem by Dale Mullock
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