Poetic Persuasions of Cathy Bishop
My Poetic Tones
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Still Burnin'
Saw you with that chick one day
ugh, my heart just cracked in two
and then it burst out into flames
like 'Let It Burn' hearts do
Managed to piece myself together
a FrankenGirl on the go
minus my wimpy heart for now
so, no emotions do I show
Back out and on the prowl
this hunt now a true art
yearnin to know the feeling
of crackin someone else's heart
My first unsuspecting victim
a true romantic at heart
rippin his out was too easy
he exposed it from the start
Victim two was a bit harder
had to step up on my game
a high octane caliber
he's goin down just the same
Had to coordinate schedules
have his admin check with mine
then we jet set for a minute
I thought, "I'm just wastin time"
There's no moment to soften
Did you forget your quest?
Your heart was ripped to pieces
Last time you fell for this same mess
Ok, time to do it
make it good, make it BAD
First an intimate encounter
I'm sure the best he'd ever had
I cornered him right in the shower
This prey so easy for me
While drippin wet, I ripped it from him
Damn, for weeks...he couldn't see
On the prowl on the daily
I salivate for something new
Seeking a ripe heart for the rippin
My next victim? Maybe you…
From the pages of : The Six Degrees of Dating & Mating(Available June
2011)
Copyright © 2011 Cathy Bishop. All Rights Reserved
haiku poem
You cracked my love
code~
No home land security~
Just a fragile heart.
~Cathy Bishop~
First Date Dance
Don’t know what to wear
Went through my entire closet
And, of course there’s nothing there
Slipped on my stilettos
Grown and Sexy is my duty
Though my feet and back will suffer
I must labor for my beauty
Checked myself out in the mirror
Beautiful - or so I’m told
Made certain that my cleavage
Adhered to the first date ‘breast’ code
I want to look attractive
Without looking too loose
May show just a bit of cleavage
To give the girls that extra boost
Going to meet this girl tonight
She’s really smoking hot
I’m hoping she’ll come home with me
No reason she would not
Need to let her know that
I’m a good guy ‘cause it’s true
Could meet her mama any day
And pass scrutiny from her crew
Man, she’s got me open
But she’s not ready for that truth
Have to subdue this lust I feel
So, I’ll talk on my Bluetooth
This guy is very handsome
He’s bright and sexy too
He’s trying to act all nonchalant
But that facade I see right through
The convo was engaging
We both had lots to say
Could not stop staring at her breasts
Know she planned it that way
His hands are really, really big
I wonder….well, maybe not
It wouldn't hurt to sneak a peak
Once it gets within eye shot
First were the appetizers
Shared calamari, it’s the best
He offered to feed some to me
I thought, ‘is this some type of test?’
If I let you feed with me with your fork
So as not to be a grouch
Am I unwittingly consenting to
A wild rump on your couch?
Aww man, she didn't bite at all
Knew I should’ve played it cool
My intention was to show some love
Now, she must think I’m a fool
Temperature is rising
Getting real hot in here
This man must think I’m easy
Must get out and get some air
And when this date had ended
Both stood exhausted…in a trance
From all the two-step shuffling
That comes with a First Date Dance
All rights reserved © 2012 Cathy Bishop
"Thought it was Love"
A backslap in the face
On a cold, dreary day
I was flip with my lip
Back talking you, so you say
Thought it was love
Just turned up to a boil
Now, when you lift up your hand
I flinch way back and recoil
Your charismatic style
Makes you well liked socially
But why degrade out in public
Make crude jokes about me?
Thought it was love
Thought you cared so deeply
When you blackened both my eyes
For weeks it hurt just to see
You said jealousy is true love
I know this just has to be
When your love’s so intense
Love can make you angry
Thought it was love
When you corrected my speech
When you chose all my friends
Then for hours you’d preach
Nothing could reveal
That your love was not true
The scars on my back
Oh… they’re ‘love bruises’ from you
And that flight down the stairway
I could not negotiate
Hit the landing real hard
All ‘cuz your dinner was late
Well, my time has expired
I send one request up above
Please engrave on my ‘stone
The words - ‘Thought It Was Love’
Copyright © 2013 Cathy Bishop All Rights Reserved
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