Not all women be sweet
Nor be all women Tiny…
Some seem to me,
To be fresh and beautiful
as the sea…
And others…E’en a tiny bit briny.
Some speak smugly
Others speak whiny
While some be as Ugly…
as a monkey’s heinie
So, why do we love them?
…Beats the heck out of me!!…
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.
Read classic poems from:
And good humor
I enjoy your humor David.
Made me laugh with this one.
raskin
What is it about a monkey's heinie Raz...
David o Whalen that provokes a smile from people like you and me. (and old sneekers) After this first effort of 2012 I have nowhere but up to go! Ya think? As always, appreciate ya Raz!
tiny, whiney, briney, heinie
I'll admit I am really immature, I laugh at an orangatan butt.
I know I shouldn't, but there you have it. I do.
raskin
More
More of your verses but this topic, be they less so or more erotic, begs for more in your style, be it kindness or be it bile. Your wit and wisdom is just a hoot, like some sweet and juicy peeled fruit. (Your writing just brings out the whimsy in me, not to mention the topic - can men ever stop writing about, thinking about, dreaming about - women.) Thanks for writing.
Greg.
Greg, your comments are...
David o Whalen better poems than the ones I write! I'm glad I made your whimsy pop out, but just wait until no one is looking and tuck it back in and no one will notice. Appreciate your time and great poetic comments.
Back at you
:-D
greg
An Option
Some start out sweet and then turn harsh, we come in different sizes. Beauty is judged by what you see; But it’s true, some are not prizes. You scratch your head and wonder why; but love us if you can. ‘Cause if you don’t love women, your other choice is man.
David O...Forgive me...I couldn't resist. You know I'm your biggest fan!
Blue Eyes
Okey dokey Blue eyes....
David o Whalen You're forgiven (for what I don't know, unless it's for being a fan of mine) Nice to have you back! Like "Ol' sneekers," your comment is better than my poem! Please do me a favor Blue and post this comment on your blog as one of your poems (minus your last line) It's really good! Thanks for being my "bestest" fan (not the biggest, that just doesn't sound right!) Appreciate ya!