I know I’m gonna take
A lotta of flak for this
But to never see another tattoo
To me would be bliss
Whenever I see part of a “tat”
Peekin’ out of clothes I wonder
What is it, why is it, and where
Does it start… and end down under?
I know I’m in the minority
But that’s O.K. with me
I’d just like to see a little more skin
That’s naked… and tattoo free
hopefully an endless variety and types. Aim is to arouse emotions of any and all nature, and if I do, then I'm doing something right. Simple poems and simple rhymes are all that I can do. Have very little formal education, having worked with my hands and not my mind most of my life. I was forced to write some poetry for an on-line writing class and got hooked on it as a fun hobby. I have nothing published and probably nothing worth publishing. I write for myself, first and foremost, but like most, enjoy it when someone else can find some interest in what I write.
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Now, Now
David,
Now, now. You know me well enough to know I think little of seeing the word "tits" in a poem -- it's just another word to me. But . . . in the past you have given me a bad time for this sort of thing. When a word is essential to the poem (as I believe your use of the word "tits" is), it should be used.
Good poem!
raggindragon
Right again
David o Whalen as usual Rag! I'm quite contrite and intend to make it right. (right now). Being a construction worker for almost 50 years, that word kinda slid by me, since my work vocabulary (when I'm at work) can be quite colorful! Every place and time has it's own set of words and since this is a poetry site, the words should be (to me) "poetic". Thanks, and continued appreciation to you.
Please Change Back Your Title
Aw, David, it wasn't my intent to have you change anything in your quite excellent poem, especially your original title. With the original title, your poem had a very strong hint that there was more to the "tat" than met the eye -- there was, in fact, a "too" too, to complete the image: tat + too = tattoo. And with the original title, there was a subtle hint of seeing tit too. It was a masterpiece of subtle suggestion.
Please change the title back. If you get flagged, so what!
All words are poetic words because poetry is using the RIGHT word at the RIGHT time.
And please don't ever again mention watusi lip plates. You may just start a fad, God forbid. People flap their lips enough -- way too much; I'll go crazy if I have to listen to people clackity-clack while they talk.
I worked many years in aerospace. There should be a swear word competition between construction and aerospace workers. I am not certain who would win.
raggindragon
Naw, I don't think so Rag..
David o Whalen I think the little cheatin' tweak kept the wink in the title without being so "in your face." (pun intended) But honestly, I was raised up in a Kentucky (read "hillbilly) family, and tit, or tits was just an everyday word in a farm family and never given any prurient intent, so I didn't give it a thought! (that and I couldn't find a good rhyme for Bazongas.)
This is so funny!!!
Dear Dave hahaha!
My second closest family member,is a
Famous tattoo artist. He just got back
From L.A. He was working with Tim
Hendricks, Kat Von De's teacher. Anyway
I've seen more than my share of tat's and
not just under a sleeve .
Marin
The Clickety clack exercise
David, I have had your poem in my mind for some time. Often, especially when I see an arm with an eagle, I can see the proud eagle loosing his firmness and slowly dive into the ocean as time and age of the owner takes their course.
I have invented an exercise based on your title and I hereby give you the credit: Every time I feel the urge to talk too much, I visualize myself having Watusi Lip plates. The clickety clack sound from my lips makes me take a deep breath and listen instead.
k.b.harris
Don't worry K.B...
David o Whalen Nothing that I write sticks in one's mind for very long! Thanks for checking me out tho'. Your comment has given me an idea for a poem and that is your idea of a tattoo's slow but sure decline. Gotta be a poem in there somewhere! Again, thanks for your time, and don't think too much about those lip plates. (though once the image is in your mind it's hard to get rid of it whenever you hear someone nattering inanely away) Read your bio and it made my life seem rather dull and insignificant! Wish I had your experiences and memories.
Merry Christmas K.B, and a happy new year.
Brothers on a Journey
Thank you David and I hope you have enjoyed the season holidays so far. I am looking forward to the poem about the slow and agonizing decline and eventual death of a tattoo. As for life experience, I am sure there are many stories to tell on your side as well. As for us humans, I like to see us as brothers on a journey, some are a little more lost than others, maybe they have more to tell? Happy new year to you too.
k.b.harris