Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

Tag Archives: Losers

Bad Boyfriends

She has a chain
Each link is a loser

A long line of operators
Each with a rose
a bottle of perfume
or a bottle of tequila in hand
Whatever recipe would pique her interest

Showing up at dusk and
never leaving the apartment til dawn
Leaving her behind
in an bed littered with condom wrappers
and empty bottles
and a stinky bong

She decided to build a hedge fence
to protect herself against
this parade of clowns
But in the end, she clawed her way out

Forgiving, yet forgetting the essential lesson:
Trace first the path to your own happiness
and if you find another who walks the same path
there you will find love

She has a chain
Each link is a loser

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For The Sunday Whirl: Link, Recipe, Operator, Fence, Essentials, Chain, Rose, Forgiven, Dusk, Pencil, Empty, Trace.

Also at two favorite sites: Poets United and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.


Loathsome Lothario

Lordy! Ladies loooooove Lenny,
lackadaisical, lame-ass loser.

Looks: Lethal.
Leaver? Likely.

Lovelorn, leftover lasses
lament losing Lenny:

lemmings
leaping
l
e
d
g
e
s.

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For ABC Wednesday, brought to you by the letter “L.” Also at my poetic café where the chairs are really comfy, Poets United! Check out both sites for contributors and you’ll find some groovin’ work, including photographers and storytellers.

PAD April #7, and all while getting ready for Easter Sunday worship tomorrow.  Peace, Amy


Poetic Asides asked for poems about Opposites. My friend Pearl Girl is going to post this for me, because their format changed and unfortunately, I cannot offer you their link. But it’s also to be found at Poets United, of course!  Amy

Yeah, Like That’s Gonna Happen (an acrostic)

Over at the bar
Posturing like he’s all that and a bag of chips.
Poster boy for the Stud Club.  The exact
Opposite of what she needs.
Staring at her like she’s a prize filly
In need of the right rider, or at least his
Tether.  She’s got her act together,
Easy to say “no” to his line of
Shit.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil