beautiful, beauty, desire, humor, humorous, love, society,
by Lewis Raynes |
She has a collection, an unusual collection,
Of four thousand and forty two,
Colourful, shapely, dangly rings,
From green to gold to blue,
That she wears from ears, her nose, her lips,
The ones that are on show,
And she wears a heap in other places,
But there I will not go,
Her arms both glitter, her legs glisten,
Her neck’s a twinkle on display,
She’s a shiny beautiful colourful star,
When she walks throughout the day,
From hoops, to drops, to barbell hugs,
She loves wearing tiny rocks,
But no one can actually see her now,
She’s become a walking jewellery box.
by Cona Adams |
You've graduated with honors, you're over the hump,
with not many hoops left through which to jump.
You've left behind all that you hold dear
and stepped forward blind, but never fear.
We've set no traps for you to fall into.
We're harmless, benign, kindhearted and true.
We like your style, we love your quick wit,
but we're keeping track, we freely admit.
We're writing it all down for a future roast
and if ever we share, your name'll be toast.
But we promise you not to draw blood,
just want you to know, your name'll be mud.
by Jack Ellison |
Love all you ladies here on the Soup
Irrespective of age, whatta sweet group
Daughters are like some
To all I succumb
If I could, I'd surely jump through hoops
© Jack Ellison 2015
by Butterfly Mantra |
beauty, emo, gothic,
She has metal in her face:
tongue ring, nose ring, cheek pierced too,
Studs, rings, barbells, hoops, loops, balls
shooting out from every where!
Her piercings shine in the Sun;
twinkling bright to the eye.
I had a love for them, too;
with rings in my tongue, ears, nails,
none of which healed properly
so I don't have any now
I decorate my body less permanently instead.
by Jack Ellison |
Love can be strange, love can be a hoot
It can make you crazy, make you jump through hoops
Bottom line though is this
Love is complete bliss
When that one comes along and your heart does loops!
© Jack Ellison 2015
by brittany mccormick |
Born,1986,falling in love with the signs of the earth.
Music glistening,soaring in the ears of her mothers birth.
Lying still,waiting patenitly,to sleigh through the hoops.
Pain endlessly,through the blood veins like dieing troops.
Held in one hand,the lift of pressures off.
Watery eyes ,like the hurting clouds,a soft.
I feel the rumbling,as if drums where in every direction.
I hear the sounds of unfamilar voices,straying in my own protection.
Sunlight pastures,like the clouds have done died down.
Soaring through the tunnels,until I hit the ground.
Cold air,like i've never felt before.
A gifted child, now has been born.
by lauren gift |
childhood, happiness, hope, life, song, love, song, tribute,
A love song for Sommer Long
And a tribute to summers gone
Face Painting and tire swings
And friendship rings
Four square and basketball hoops
Capture the flag and camp outs
All Star teams
Softball games under the lights
A smile as big as the world
And a heart to match
she sure could play a game of catch
First base and Ace of base
Short stack and return of the mac
A childhood cut so short
But not untouched
your print here on earth was left
And your memory is not unkept
This is a love song for Sommer Long
And tribute to summers gone
This poem is dedicated to Summer Long RIP
by Thomas Hsi |
angel, love, sad love,
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS
HER MOVIES..................'YOU KNEW'...............SHE TOLD YOU!
JANINE HOOPS.........DANIELLE HOOPS.........JANINE TURNER!!!
HUNTINGTON BEACH, CALIFORNIA..........GUARDIAN SAVINGS AND
THE ANCIENT GRIMORIES [SATANIC PROPHECIES......100% CORRECT]!!!
by Nicole Sharon Brown |
life, loss, lost love, love
For believing all of the lies.
For putting myself through all the pain the worry.
I certainly regret,
For jumping through hoops.
For receiving nothing back in return for all that I gave.
For how I behaved: I will never do it again.
For the then acts of being,
Your lover and your friend.
by Jeffrey Bovee |
abuse, addiction, break up, change, forgiveness, how i feel, hurt,
a world away from where I started
it's not a hallucination or rag tag illusion
I remember the phone ringing and the answer
that never joined us
I'm removed from it
like the classroom when we were young
I tried to jump through the hoops
invisible ones circular and scary
the promises of love and forever
disjointed attempts at realization
everyone who is close is far away
in dreams we attain that freedom
the light was lost
but a sliver of sun remained
through closed eyes I tried to feel
the remnants of a discovery
fueled by fantasy and feedback
the voice that tells you everything is alright
I believe it's god sometimes
letting go of the resistance
it just feels better....
by Sharon Downer |
Some of us wear simple pewter bracelets,
others many gold hoops.
Some of us wear the love of another in the form of a diamond wedding ring,
shining in the happy light.
Some have dragons coiled around strong fingers, next to the Irish Claddath,
a billboard of our "Vacancy" or "No Vacancy".
Some wear the rule of a kingdom snugly upon their neck, clutching it tight with
Some wear the death of hundreds on their head, dark and disastrous.
We as a people wear strange jewelry.
by Andrew Travis |
forgiveness, lost love, symbolism,
The space between us
Is mostly air
What's not really there
Jumping through hoops,
We get tired and forfeit
The momentum that's looped
With how little we gain
This weight that we're lifting
With an open hand,
It defines what we mean
To the world we live in
by Gail Lewis |
appreciation, heart, i love you, i miss you,
Rustling skirts of gypsy women
Ears all tattered with gold
Tambourines and bells abide
While hearts fly by on wings of old
Hoops of flaming fire
Honey nectar flows freely so
Eyes are black as coal at night
Red lips are all aglow
So Rustle those skirts my Gypsy Love
and stay with me a while
I feel you near my Gypsy Love
Come and make me smile
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
allusion, analogy, conflict,
Settles the heart
They do start
Basket ballers hoops
Drops the love parts
aMERICA cuts the net
Ballers shoots the ball
Broken leg blurry eyes
Once again shoots a shoot
Drops the ball in game and love
Loses the game moves on
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©