The Poetry Corner

[strawberry daiquiri]

Originally posted by purplelucrezia@Oct 16 2004, 09:16 PM
Not yet, you lucky thing...

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I've seen his memorial too

 

[purplelucrezia]

Originally posted by strawberry daiquiri@Oct 16 2004, 03:24 PM
I've seen his memorial too

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I so very badly need to get out of here. But hey, I have seen pictures of his tombstone- so there!

 

[Sephora_Socialite]

*falls off chair*

The Boob Poem
For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them,
And give them monthly tests.

So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.

After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr. Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram,
"O.K.," I said, "let's do it."

"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."

She stepped upon a pedal.
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooter's in a vise!

My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.

Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's vise-like grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless t*t!

"Take a deep breath" she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine
And woozy I am getting.

"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.

It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.

Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold,
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steamrolled.

If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow"!

This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And see how THEY come out.

 

[breathe0xygen]

I love your poem Sephora Socialite!!!!!!

 

[prixi]

Of all the wonderful poems here Sephora's poem takes the cake !

 

[slinky_vagabond]

:rolf: Sephora!

 

[Nemova]

 

[Nemova]

Originally posted by purplelucrezia@Oct 16 2004, 05:16 PM
Not yet, you lucky thing...

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I've read so many bad reviews on this one...

 

[purplelucrezia]

Originally posted by Nemova@Oct 17 2004, 01:19 PM
I've read so many bad reviews on this one...

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That does make me feel a bit better, thanks!

 

[Nemova]

But you should try to see it, it's the story of his life anyway - and what a life!

 

[Artemis]

sephora your poem is hilarious

wow there's so much talent here, my poems are crap compared to what's here. ahh well i'll post it anyways...

Little Star

One dark night I caught a star
The brightest from the others by far
I kept it safe within a bowl
Opening for it a small breathing hole

I watched it look and then explore
And crawl around the little floor
I kept it for long weeks to pass
It wasn’t growing very fast

In fact this little star of mine
Just didn’t seem to be quite fine
Instead it looked extremely sad
He missed the sky that he once had

So with a heavy heart I sighed
And took the bowl with him inside
I walked out there and breathed again
As I set free my little friend

I let it go and into flight
My heart just felt a bit more light
As I waved my hand and said “Goodbye!”
He flew right up to the dark open sky

And up in the heavens he hopped with glee
“I’m free!” he said, “I’m free! I'm free!”

 

[purplelucrezia]

Originally posted by Nemova@Oct 17 2004, 05:24 PM
But you should try to see it, it's the story of his life anyway - and what a life!

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It's already been ordered anyhow...

 

[mouko]

Not one i usually share cause after i wrote it I found it semi cheesy..but might as well.

------------------------------

I noticed the battlescars that mark your body from
past falls
trying to make no sudden movements but I find myself suddenly moving into

barriers

you built to

save yourself

from

future

matters of the heart.

And in turn
whenever I get close and become foolish
enough to believe
I can get to you,

only to be stopped by these walls,
I take your tears of today and
yesteryears,
leaving my sentimental graffiti marks behind to let you know

I am still here.

 

[Mettchen]

Originally posted by Sephora_Socialite@Oct 17 2004, 09:33 AM
*falls off chair*

The Boob Poem
For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them,
And give them monthly tests.

So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.

After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr. Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram,
"O.K.," I said, "let's do it."

"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."

She stepped upon a pedal.
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooter's in a vise!

My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.

Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's vise-like grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless t*t!

"Take a deep breath" she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine
And woozy I am getting.

"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.

It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.

Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold,
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steamrolled.

If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow"!

This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And see how THEY come out.

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hey sephora, i know this sounds kinda weird but your poem fits some of michael jacksons " billie jean". i heard it on the radio and i started to sing and it fits a long way. you should try and sing it

 

[Sephora_Socialite]

it does...

 

[purplelucrezia]

I've just rediscovered this topic again. (What else have I done lately, but attempt to revive old threads?) Everyone must go back to the very beginning too- so that you may see my most brilliant ode to a cupcake.

 

[saad]

sexist sephora!! but funny as hell!!

esp. this....

She stepped upon a pedal.
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooter's in a vise!

My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.

 

[purplelucrezia]

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike .
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

-- Sylvia Plath

 

[marc jacobs addict]

my english assignment from 10th grade.. write a shakespearean sonnet:

For it is your touch that makes me quiver
And but a single glance that makes me shake
With a slight brush against you I shiver
Your eyes cause my inhibitions to break

You glide by and your hand envelopes mine
And our fingers intertwine into one
But it's your smile that sends chills through my spine
And your embrace that warms me like the sun

The massage of our lips, I barely stand
My entirety melts but for a kiss
Your gently caress makes me understand
Happily ever after can exist

But I cry and I think of what could be
For you chose her and don't acknowledge me.

 

[longlegsue]

Originally posted by purplelucrezia@Dec 9 2004, 06:49 PM
Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike .
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

-- Sylvia Plath

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I love that poem, Purple.