Labeled The Nice Girl #Poetry #Poem #ASMSG


I woke up and thought

“I hate being the nice girl”

My niceties make me want to hurl




I exhaled

How many times do I say it’s OK?

Tell the dickheads to have a nice day?
Kill’em with kindness it’s how I was raised

Except I’m afraid I’m done with that maze
I’m tired of always being the bigger ‘man’

I’m thinking shit’s about to hit the fan
I hate feeling like I’ve been used

That my niceties are being abused

Don’t take me for granted

Damn it!

Who am I trying to fool?

I’ll continue to be the pack mule
I put on my mask…

Why you ask?
Nice girl blood runs through my veins

And I’m a true glutton for pain
Nice girl will always be my trait

I hate

You should be ashamed #Poetry #BrokenHeart #ASMSG

I could live in luxury

I could live like the poor

As long as you were there,

I never needed more


I tried to give you everything

I tried opening up my heart

Once you saw me raw and real

You were ready to depart


I told you I was a mess,

I told you my crazy had spoken

I told you I don’t come with a token…

Operation manual


Somehow I became the enemy of your universe

Everything I said was answered with a curse…

Of my existence


I want to crawl back under the rock from which I came

My heart will never be the same

You are to blame…

And you should be ashamed


Penelope Jones copyright 2013

A Little Time Under Our Tree #Poetry #Love #Death #ForeverLove

I’m sitting under our favorite tree

I wondering if you’re thinking of me


I’ve thought about nothing else since you went away

You plague my life day after, day after day.


I think about how you used to hold my hand

And how you always thought my jokes were so grand


I think about the time we went to Paris

We had a great trip, despite your brother Harris


I remember the way you looked after a long, hard day

You knew I’d always be there to assure you, it’s okay


I thought you’d always be here too

Your being gone leaves me without a clue


I sometimes smell a faint memory of your scent

I know it’s not possible, but I hope it’s you leaving me a hint


I thought it would get easier as time passed by

I miss coming home to you saying hi


It hasn’t gotten less painful as I watch the world keep turning

And I keep laying awake yearning


Burning for you to return to me as if it weren’t true

Waking each morning not exactly sure what to do


What’s the next step in my life

I don’t think I could be someone else’s wife


I’m in love with you more today than ever before

I hate that tragedy has closed our door


You were the light of my dead-end alley

Now I live in the deepest, darkest valley


I’m so angry that you thought it was OK to die

You said you’d take care of me forever, you lied


I don’t think anyone really knows how much I hurt

My heart feels like it’s been drug through the dirt


It’s only been a few months, maybe I just need more time

What I really need is for everyone to stop telling me “it’ll be fine”


It won’t, I miss you so much I can’t breathe

Every night I wonder how could you leave


I mourn the loss of you, my one true love

That now looks down upon me from above


I’m going to move on, I promise you that

And no I’m not going to start collecting cats


I won’t become one of those old ladies

I rather spend the next 100 years in Hades


I say all these things but the future’s unsure

Because my heart ache’s for you, and there’s no cure


I think coming to visit our tree has helped

Rehashing the pains that life has dealt


I’m going to continue to love you forever

But as you know I am too clever


To waste away until I’m an old crone

Destined to spend my life alone


No…you know I sparkle too much to settle

Even though my throat is still encased in your metal


Your collar you put there to show that I’m yours

Each time I remember that night, my heart soars


Maybe one day I’ll be able to move on

Maybe one day I’ll be able to admit that your gone


Until then, I’ll continue to visit our tree

And wonder if you’re thinking of me


Destiny, I Create You. #Poetry #LifeLessons #Positivity

I believe in destiny.
It’s why I’ve invested in me.

But can you predict negativity into your life?
Can you create strife?

But don’t you want more?

You can, also, speak about positive thoughts
Become a walking book I once bought…
Create Your Own Destiny.

Maybe I should have read it?
Forget it!

Life’s the best teacher of this I’m sure
Come closer, let me tell you a story of pure… Gold.

Tell people about your greatest dream…
Have orgasms which make you both scream!

Say I love you and mean it;
Because someone just might believe it!

Life’s about leaving a legacy,
So let me see…

Be a better you every chance you can!
Pamper your woman or man!

Expect nothing in return,
But give so others may learn…

Please, don’t forget the passion.

Appreciate the moments which take your breathe away,
And the small things will make you realize why you stay.

Create the life you want!
Be honest, up front, and perhaps blunt.

I create the positivity by whom I allow in my bubble.
And, if you get into my heart that goes double.

Finally, I’ve gotten the clue;
Destiny, I create you!

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2015


Leather is the Life for me #ASMSG #Poetry #LeatherLifestyle #BDSM

Mad Hatter


I live this life because I must

I feel it’s what is just

A life of honesty and love

A life that fits me like a glove


I’m a girl through and through

and being in service makes me who?


Me… just me


Mad Hatter 1


Slave is just a label

of which I’m not sure I’m able

to accept…


I’m more than just that by definition

I transition…

into partner


relationship mend-er

An advice giver

sometimes, even a rule bender

a positive energy sender

and for those I love, a true defender


Leather means way more than a piece of clothing or what I wear

it’s how I care,

it’s how I share,

it’s how I dare… to love.


My life is lived with that of integrity

I’m in it for the longevity


The camaraderie means the world to me

The family aspect has become the key


Leather is the life for me.


Leather is my life


Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

Back Porch Conversations…  #Poetry #WomenMatter #HistoryMatters 

I’m missing someone very much! I lost a dear friend 2 weeks ago this past Saturday, before he passed I’d just decided I was running for WILL (Women’s International Leather Legacy). While it’s a contest, it’s also a historian position which rocks my world! Where we came from directs where we are going and how we succeed, so I’m dedicated to fulfilling the promise I made to Sir Bill Willard. I miss you! 💋


Back Porch Conversations…

by Penelope Jones


While I feel proud of what I’ve done. 

Will it be enough to become… Me?


Are the back porch conversations enough time to relive history?

Or will it remain a mystery?


Can I get the facts in 20-30 minute conversations in less then 72 hours?

Perhaps I have magical powers?


I’ve been having these conversations, for at least 15 years, on a patio, a bench, or a couch.

I met Leather Women and Men filled with clout


All from our secret society 

Of the kinky variety.


None of them knew of me way back when,

But that didn’t matter; they spoke to me like I was akin.


I met Mama Sandy in the smoking section outside

I wear her pin with pride!


I hugged the shit out of J Lube Jack

We joke about when I would let him smack… 

my ass!


My flirting began with Bootpig from afar.

Now, I’d let her keep me in a glass jar…

with air holes, of course!


I hated canes!

Then Boymeat rocked my world, and I’ve never been the same!


Lolita Wolf is the best hand spanking I’ve ever had.

I love those I’ve met; it wasn’t a fad!


I had the privilege of one last back porch conversation with Sir Bill!

And he’s the reason you’ll see me at WILL!


I’m fulfilling a promise I made to that man.

Because of him, I believe I can!



Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

  • Copyright 2015

Because, baby, you’re the man! #Poetry #Love #GrowingOld


I picture us when we’re old and grey
Watching the grandkids play.

I think of you explaining how you succeeded through hard work
And, how leaving a legacy for them was our perk.

I dream of our passionate debates…
The ones you hate.
Well my love, it’s too late
Because we’re each other’s fate.

I’d tell the kids about how our paths were meant to cross,
About how I let you be the boss!

I see it because it’s real
I dream of it because it’s how I feel.

I love you more and more on a daily bases
I can’t wait to pick out vacation places.

You make me want to be a better person.
You have the calm I need when things begin to worsen.

And, I love when you spank my behind.
It truly does give me peace of mind.

My point is this,
So you get the gist…

I don’t love you because I need you.
I need you because I love you.

Growing old together is the plan…
Because, baby, you’re the man!

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!
Copyright 2015