Zuzuni on the badlands
Montana's muddy badlands spread for thirty seven miles
along a cleft of sandstone bed, eroded years before;
the chestnut paced upon the bare of grass and well worn aisles
and I wore two new Navy Colts, of gauging forty four
beneath the noon light that defines but also eyes beguiles.
An anchorite, some years ago, upon the ridge of Grapes
where monasteries in the clouds are reaching out to God,
I learned to draw and shoot amidst the fog's white waving drapes
and prayed til the time was ripe t' abandon this abode,
cause solitude was molding deeds, constringing, thus, escapes.
I saw them waiting on the trail; three bandits stood apart:
Coyote Chit, Cheesecake Labif and Mambo-Jumbo Crock
with cross-tied low their pistols stood, assumptive and upstart
bemocking fools who patented their e'er noetic block
that teachers, tho', could not explain; not even wise Descartes!
My shots intended at their guns, the hoisted hammers broke;
I ordered them to start the dance that turns the clouds to rain
the land was in compelling need, as turf and plants evoked
the sympathy of Heavens that magnanimous ordained
the good ol' boys (and volunteers) to dance the rain's refrain.
Coyote was allowed to dance a prominent gavotte
meanwhile Labif's romantic soul preferred a marigold
but Crock's mazurka had untied the nimbus' Gordian knot
and rain began to pour upon those who the skies extolled
heroic men were meant to be, defining, thus, a blot.
Zuzuni, the Algonquin chief, had noticed this ordeal
and marveled at the outlaws forms, that caused the skies to rain
in order so, to buy the fools he offered a good deal
fourteen strong horses for each man, who danced to ascertain
that rains returned upon the slopes and also on the plains.
© 2014-10-15, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
Contest Name: Sketch a Character
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan
The rain began with striking thunder noise,
the falling drops were pelting on his head;
his bomber's jacket, after shave and poise
anticipated just, her tall spikes' tread.
Her stumbling light steps were quick and graced;
- oh, sightly maid, that fondling drops wet,
he smiles; she smiles, so rarified and laced,
her acrobatic charm and walking fret.
Her wet, Venusian bends enthrall his brain;
those curvatures must be explored and felt,
his tips will tangle in her moistened mane,
her feminine perfume and garter belt!
Athletic is his run upon the quay,
as lightning strikes around, of Zeus wrath,
in style he throws his rendezvous bouquet,
her manicured lithe fingers long to catch!
A flash demolishes the rose bouquet,
another strikes upon his buckle's brass;
resembling Nureyev at ballet
with Dame Fonteyn, he proves his dancing class!
She joins his dance beneath November's rain;
thus, he forebodes her lustful flames and cries,
uncorking the Dom Pérignon champagne,
receives a third flash on his manly prize.
Embraced they dance beneath the rain and kiss
Mille-feuille creamed her finger tips, will fuss
to tease his buds, while deponent his lips
descend to slowly taste her "Charlotte Russe".
© 11-24-2013, All Rights Reserved
(humorous-erotic-light poetry-Iambic pentameter)
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Contest Name: Charlotte's Scorchers: Erotic/Sensual Poetry
The mille-feuille is a creamy pastry of French origin.
* Charlotte Russe:
Charlotte Russe is a cold dessert of Bavarian cream set
in a mold lined with ladyfingers.
battle of the sexes
~~MONA LISA SMILE
Picture Oil painting worthwhile
Leonardo DA Vinci, look out!
What is she really smiling about?
(((The popularity of the Mona Lisa increased in the mid 19th century
because of the Symbolist movement. The painting was thought to
encompass a sort of feminine mystique.)))
~~JAMES EARL JONES
His award winning voice, rough like stones
Darth Vader, Mufasa, stuttering jubilee
When I die can he be the one narrating my eulogy?
(((I love James, I'm a star wars freak... <--- yup that's me)))
~~SADDAM AND BIN LADEN
Were very bad, bad men
Causing chaos throughout America & Afghanistan,
HATERS OF THE USA: they should be called the Arab ku klux klan
(((Occupation: Terrorist~ makes me wonder if they went to the same school.)))
The world worse killer
Commander of the oxymoron Nazi
Losing at his own game of Yahtzee
(((The Most Hated Murderer of all time)))
~~YOUNG ANNE FRANK
Her diary worth more than any bank
Famous Jewish victims of the Holocaust
Her legacy teaches that hate is an exhaust
(((Anne Frank's diary remains one of the most moving and widely read
accounts of the Jewish experience during the Holocaust.)))
~~JOAN OF ARC
Angel in an era so dark
an epic hundred year war
her visions is what she payed for.
(((Joan of Arc, also called the Maid of Orleans, a patron saint of France
and a national heroine, led the resistance to the English invasion.)))
Can really sing
Stand by me...
But, can he sting like a bee
(((BB KING~ could not help but wonder if he was a lover and a fighter.)))
Is no piano sonata,
Madonna wannabe, is she.
Watching her videos make me laugh till I pee.
(((Lady Gaga is Unique as can be!)))
for battle of the clerihew
(Submitted to Heather's Famous Couples/Duos contest. I hope you all like!) :)
“Save me, Mario & Luigi!”
As they both read the Princess’ distress call,
Written in dark cherry lipstick on his walls
“Mama-Mia, I just painted this damn thing”, Luigi whined.
They ride off into smiling clouds’ horizon
Knocking out hopeless Goombas & misunderstood Turtle shells
Rapidly exhaled hustles over flagpoles and grassy valleys
To see who will capture her 1st kiss...and NOTHING MORE
Towards that immense castle in the sky,
They climbed against its walls like two dogs in heat for the 1st time
Into un-screened window archways, they dive in
Their eyes stare threateningly against the Dinosaur-Lizard cross-breed reject
Mario & Luigi begin dropping mushrooms to see stars and taste invincibility.
But, like this battle, it only lasted 10 seconds!
For out from the Onyx darkness, a new hero emerged
Green, not with envy, but of Greek god magnificence
And a strut that would make a pole dancer jealous
He struck down with such brute force, tearing down the gates of Heaven & Hell
Jesus & Lucifer were pissed
It was Yoshi the dinosaur!
With one fell swoop & a high pitched Braveheart-style cry,
He starts dropping eggs like he’s been ovulating for days
Tossing them with such focus & epic awesomeness against his enemies
Knocking them down one by one
He gracefully sweeps up the Princess, staring down towards his enemies
In a condescendingly lifted face, places an old-school Boombox on the ground
With loud decibels of MJ’s “Don’t stop ‘til you get enough!”,
Yoshi pulls out & drops the mic, embracing gravity’s last word
The Princess devilishly smiles at her new green hero and rides him into the sunset.
©Drake J. Eszes
What art thou, splendid maid, inclined to verse?
Upon the skies, the stars thy words rehearse.
The darkness cometh with a Fall's request
while in thy kitchen, Gail, should do your best;
for spicy tastes the famous bard now begs
but you regaled his pleas with two boiled eggs.
The Eros Iamb feet, sung by the sire,
repeated are by stray cats' alto choire.
while resonant, of music flaws he shuns,
cats meow at him, from two deep tin trash cans.
Your bucket-full of water then, is thrown,
to fall upon his head and new iphone.
Enchanted so, thou callest the fine bard,
to dance with you Fall's jazzy avant-garde.
© G. V., 10-03-2013
My adored is here, Oh Vincent!
Charming with your perfume's scent
not minding if it costs just 50 cent.
Wishing to lean on you
and form a crescent
on your well endowed body
which is like an expensive present.
Stealing a kiss from me is decent
but pulling me back
and forcefully keeping my legs bent;
even with my resistance,
you would not relent
makes you a pathetic Dog 100 percent.
And I am regretful of my time badly spent.
I escaped, when you were a little complacent
as you rudely smiled
like a badly trained Adolescent.
And all these while,
I thought you were innocent.
How dare you try to penetrate
without passing through my consent?
Now that the beast in you, you represent,
the only thing I have to say to you
-Sing along to Jingle Bells-
Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!
Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!
Drinking Michelobe... Sipping on some Jack...
We just made two cups... Give us the balls back!
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Guys can finger cups... Girls know they can blow...
I'm hall of fame, In this game, cause I drink like a pro
Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!
Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!
A day or two ago... Drinking Miller Light...
I had won eight games, and then got in a fight...
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
We ran out of beer... Had to get some more...
If I'm alive, then I can drive, let's all go to the store!
Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you sink, the more I drink.
It's Christmas, let's get drunk!
Beer pong balls! Beer pong balls!
Landing in my cup.
The more you make, the more I take.
It's Christmas, lets get drunk!
My son came home from school one day, wanting permission to go, to the Zoo.
His field trip sparked a riot. Can you imagine at home, what immediately ensued?
Trolls, Dragon, the weird frogs, plus a sundry of forest folk, all wanted to come.
Woe is me, I thought, as I fainted dead away. Can I even remotely get this undone?
Our neighbor witch, thought it a marvelous thing. She definitely wanted to be there.
But then, now did the entire, blooming forest folk! Can you imagine the result? I swear!
Naturally, the Zoo said no! Then I offered them the rights for the resulting video show.
Naturally, the News Guys wanted to come, for a reality story, all new and fully aglow.
Yes, ‘The Wild is about to meet, the Caged.’ Came the headlines from everywhere.
The witch put a spell on everyone; to successfully return us, without a worry or care.
Then she zapped… Us… There. The Penguins are barbarians, The Weird Frogs cried.
But jumped in, for a good time as the Puffins taught them to ride, their water slide.
The Polar Bears got a chance to play, for a change, with our fun filled Forest Bears.
The dragon went straight to the monkey house, and let them all out… of their lair!
Never fear, he let them ride to the sky, with acrobatics included for them, in the ride.
You see, they’re a curious lot, and literally wanted to see where the human’s abide.
But when they finally saw, what it looked like, they gladly went back, to their home.
Not enough trees for their liking… and cars trapping people in their cages, of chrome.
Now the beavers loved the otters, and the seals made the Trolls roar with, endless fun.
The seals put on a show and the Trolls paid a toll by rubbing their tummies, every one.
The Walrus joined in for the water fun, spraying everyone, and giving the Trolls a ride.
No one was bored, that day, as the giraffes watched happily, from where they reside.
Then as the night came to a close the dragon, did a spectacular, fireworks show.
I’d been near dead with worry. But the day went great, as I finally, came to know.
For once in my life, every thing was grand… as we safely made it home, though late.
Too bad Dragon did sneak back, to bring the Barbarian Penguins, home to our lake.
The next morning I got up to a God-awful noise for the penguins wanted to eat, now!
I could hear them, though they were in my recliners, all down by the shore. I avow!
Not to mention, the Zoo authorities had caught dragon on videotape, start to finish.
I thought we were in trouble, until a truck arrived with the penguins breakfast fish.
The authorities had come along, and wanted them kept right where they are. Oh Joy!
It appears renovations were scheduled, for their beloved home, at the Zoo. So enjoy!
Apparently, this would be their temporary home, so with fond regards…
They left and… I put Dragon in charge… Can’t wait for the results… to start!
While cleaning house I over heard the Trolls talking down below.
There was to be a battle in the grove, between a bear and a Troll.
They said this would be the end, to beat all ends, as only one would win.
Well, I’m a mother… so this worried me… on how this would all end.
A Troll and a Bear… fighting…I feared nothing good could come of that.
So, I had to find a way to come between them, to stop them in their tracks.
I talked to the Trolls, who said: this was a thing they… simply… had to do.
In fact, they said they’d all go, and would cheer it on, till it was finally through.
They left when I wasn’t looking, and I had to be there to stop it… so I ran.
The battle would be in the Bear groves where the bully frogs all live.
First I tripped over a root, breaking my shoe, so barefoot… I continued on.
Then I fell into the creek, coming up with mud everywhere, all around.
Brambles caught my shirt tearing my sleeve, but I certainly, wouldn’t give up.
I’ll admit, that Panic does some strange things, as I continued… to… speedup.
Watching where I was going would have been a really good thing, I agree.
But, I ran into the grove, a mad woman, with pepper spray in my grasp, you see.
Low and behold, I’d been wrong! There was a card game quietly going on.
The bears and the Trolls in their best clothes: and all sat there, giving a yawn.
It then dawned; this was a poker game of high stakes, which I had come upon.
The bully frog referees and everyone looked at me, like my mind was totally gone.
Actually, that’s probably right... Maybe, with worry… I truly had… gone mad.
Quietly I sat down, to watch the game… until the bear won it all… how sad.
Embarrassed, I tried to quietly sneak out: very quickly, you can be assured.
Low and behold, I ran straight into a tree… getting their attention, for sure.
Laughing hilariously, one of the Trolls picked me up, and carried me home.
He said, he was afraid for my health, should I be allowed to further roam.
They were right of course, but my mind will be better by tomorrow morn
You’ll see… I’ll prove it… when my next new poem is born…
I do not know?
'Love is patient'
'Love is kind'
The thought of love
Can turn you blind.
But... Now we must
Take some steps
To verify those
The first problem you see
Was that. . .
He lied about
You being fat
That in turn
Led ya to
He 'accepted' you.
Mirrors were made
For a darn good reason
And thinking you are nothing special
Is high, high treason...
And no! He's kind
You've lost your mind.
The recipe to love Is that
You have to love your self.
It's not about your facial features
Or the size of ya belt.
The man should be a rock to lean on
And not! A heartless swine.
So please next time. Do pick him wisely
Make sure he has a spine!
Cookies are addictive!
OoOoH! Here's one to snatch!
Okay...where's the chocolate chips?
Kraving too many of these treats
I want some now! But...I might get beeefy...
Every bite is mouthwatering, soft and crisp
Should I take another cookie?
The HR person called me in… I was turning gray… Was he even twenty-one?
I wondered if the interview would go well, as he did fung shui the chairs around.
Offered a caramel expresso mocha late decaf, I told him I took my coffee black.
Alas my friend, it got progressively worse, this: our proverbial generational gap.
He asked me to explain, how I’d be the best personnel fit, for this illustrious job.
Ah! Experience I had in abounds, as I pulled out a 100-page resume, neatly bound.
That question, had me off and running, but I knew, I was in some trouble when…
I saw his eyes glaze over, and he ask me, ‘Have we made it into space yet?’
He smirked, when he ask, about ‘Recent’ applicable education, in the last 5 years.
I condensed my course certifications till he nearly fell off, his crazy chair, my dear!
He ask the projects worked on, unfortunately, all were government secret classified.
So I added some of the numerous skills, that had been applied, till he almost cried.
I started with the job descriptions, but he didn’t like… that the names were so long.
And the abbreviations normally used, in this line of work, almost blew his mind.
Though I also got the feeling, he may have thought that I’d finally, lost mine, since…
My accomplishments had scads of stuff he’d never, ever, be able to comprehend...
You know, ‘things’ about the job, HR doesn’t care about or bother to be clued in.
Luckily all was saved, before the interviewers’ jaw, hit the floor around his chair.
Using a power point presentation, illustrations appeared, giving him a better clue.
I even gave him a burned DVD, set to the music of ‘Live Free or Die Hard’, too.
He ask about items, he’d never heard of, you know, from way before he was born.
But got the feeling he’d be more attentive, talking about a computer game going on.
I didn’t lie about a thing, it’s not my fault some Companies are now closed down!
But I felt things were somewhat a success, as security finally came to lead me out…
Unfortunately, in the end, they hired a young one, and I couldn’t understand why.
He was a quiet, little, studious kid, who didn’t say a thing, but had stars in his eyes.
He didn’t understand any of the work involved, but his pay would be next to none.
But that's whom they got: until that company closed for work that couldn’t be done.
All because the HR Department didn't help them get the workers they did need.
I became self-employed, developing computer games, all the rage! Oh So Sweet!
Yes, I became a millionaire, with my own company, without HR, anywhere seen!
Now, we develop rockets to go into space, where I felt, that HR person should be.
Dedicated to all those Middle aged people stressed out after looking for a job.
Wife and Hubby Collaboration
Yes, I read my Dragon, the story of good old… ‘Robin Hood’.
You know, the first super hero, who was really… super good.
Now, with Dragon, things don’t always end up, exactly… as they should!
His eyes lit up fiercely, as he ran thru the door… toward great knighthood.
Yea! He’s now Dragon Hood… Dragon Hood… Crazy Dragon Hood!
Grabbing his green cape, he ran to the park, yea, where he… then stood!
Grandpa Troll grabbed a stick, like little John, to stop… that Dragon Hood.
Minstrel Frogs started, playing his song, with lutes in hand… as they should.
Cause Dragon Hood, was about to be, ‘Feared by the bad. Loved by the good’.
Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood, Yes…Dragon Hood!
The Penguins followed, as Merry Men, with sticks in hand, yea… made of wood.
He would ‘Steal from the Rich, Give to the Poor’, Yea… You know he would!
He looked for, the Sheriff who, was most villainous of all… that ever stood.
Yea, Dragon Hood, knew he would be, ‘Feared by the bad. Loved by the good’.
Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood!
Now up, drove the Sheriff, of crazy land, to patrol the park… as he daily should.
He stopped to talk, to Dragon Hoods’ maid, Lady Cathy Ellison, of maidenhood.
Above all others, Lady Cathie would have, to be saved… from great villianhood!
Dragon Hood was, ready to be, ‘Feared by the bad. Loved by the good’.
Steamed was… Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood!
In the nick of time, Grandpa Troll wrapped, Dragon Hood in his… very own hood.
You can’t fight, if you can’t see, so our Little John, drug him home…like driftwood.
Lady Cathie, and Lord Jack, came for tea, and to save the day… in brotherhood.
A story began, of Dragon hood stopping, a witches’ darkness… and her sisterhood.
Yea! He believed it… our Crazy Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood!
We thanked Dragon Hood, for saving the day, by lifting our cups… in great song.
Lady Cathie kissed, Dragon Hood’s nose, after Lord Jack, knighted him…erelong.
We told Dragon Hood, how He’d saved us all, from the direst …fate and it’s fallout.
Dragon Hood, the crazy Lout, was amazed, by it all, but he believed… had not doubt!
He’d saved us all… from the sheriff and his evil fiendish… witch sisterhood.
So ends our tale… of the Great… Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood!
Refrain: (Every body sing!)
Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood… riding thru the glen,
Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood… with his merry men.
Feared by the bad, loved by the Good!
Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood, Dragon Hood!
And thank you Robin Hood in all your stories, and songs.
A Quiet Exit
Poetry is disciplined
However, sometimes at the executive table
when a situation is not going according to plans
It's better to excuse yourself because of evil man
however, before leaving, relief a quiet fart
then make the exit, gracefully glance
over your shoulder and smile
watch and observed who sense your present.
Ladies and Gentlemen have a wonderful day!
Star Trek Rules!
It was time for: Comic Con! Comic Con! Dragon wanted to come, too!
But then so did everyone else at Troll Lake… Hey, now, wouldn’t you?
We made some really cool costumes… for the costume show, my Dear.
You can guess, ‘Star Trek Rules!’ It couldn’t be anything less, you hear.
Our favorite nighttime popcorn show, would truly now, become a part of our lives!
The penguins got permission from the zoo; to go… great publicity, so very wise.
McRacoon had his Las Vegas Dragons get us, and a mock saucer, there, all on time.
Naturally pre-registered and in costume, we strutted in! Hi there! Began the playtime!
Man we were really cool, as the guest actors ask for OUR autographs. For Real!
Pictures were snapped, and a poster made, to be signed by everyone, so cheerful.
It’s highest bid, given to charity, would be a nice touch, for everyone in our crew.
The costume show was set outside, where all the dragons, could fly in, or out, too.
And a small mock, star ship was landed on stage, so we could enter with more flare.
Lord a mercy! Look at us! We’d never be like this, again! We were like stars, I swear!
Grandpa Troll, became Mr. Spock, naturally, because he was so, very clever and wise.
Our neighbor witch, was Uhura, due to her great ability to, protect everyone’s’ lives.
Borp the Frog became Sulu, so he could take us up to Borp speed, with laser effects!
Hubby was Scotty, with the Tinker Trolls in engineering, for special effects, so perfect!
The penguins were the beloved crewmembers, running with lasers, all over the place.
The powder puff tribbles, got wet, so yes, became the ‘Trouble with Dribbles’, in space.
The Mary River Turtles wanted to be Checkov. What a groovy, exciting, security team.
Dragon wanted to be Captain Kirk, you know, like totally, in command… At the scene!
All agreed, I’d be a great Dr. McCoy, since I always get to, kiss the Boo- Boo’s away.
The Weird Frogs were the Aliens, chasing everyone mindlessly, around, the set, that day.
And the Las Vegas Dragons, became attacking star ships, over which our lasers won!
The crowds went wild, and we won first place in their hearts, as well as, in their minds!
Everyone had, such a good time, so the Trek continued, well after, when we got home.
That year Comic Con made the National news, and of course, nobody, was surprised!
As the residents of Troll Lake and Acorn Falls… continue to Trek on… every day!
By Mike and Carol Eastman…
There are times, doing something, you think is good, can simply back fire, on you.
And I took Dragon to watch a movie of The Grand Canyon, yes, flying thru.
Just to be safe, we sat in the back, you know, way up, in the nosebleed, high!
And it became such a thrilling ride, such scenery, constantly passing you by.
You could almost reach out to touch the views, mouth watering photographic art.
But Dragon started to tap his feet, as his hands flew up, to cover his beating heart.
I’ve never seen him, so excited, over anything, EVER, in all, of his life, so bold.
Now I began to worry, as I noticed his wings began to twitch and want to unfold.
I gently put my hand over his, as I gently tried to calm him, with words, to interrupt..
He wouldn’t turn away from the screen, as ‘Do Not Interrupt!’ Did soundly erupt.
I recognized that comment, I’d used it a time or two, on him, now on myself, recast.
Now, here came my comeuppance, I did realize, for I was getting nowhere, fast!
Next, I rubbed his back shoulder muscles gently, to soothe the twitching, that arose.
You know, the ones that allow him the power, to take off and fly, yea, you got it, those!
Now this was not going to end well, from my point of view, as he shrugged off my touch.
At least, a beautiful sunset began slowly falling, near the end of the movie, as such.
By this time, I was, totally, trying to shake him out of his mesmerizingly total trance.
All we had to do, was last a few more minutes, but now he was beginning, to prance!
He was SO impassioned that he wouldn’t let me interrupt. I began to panic, oh, so well.
For the life of me! I couldn’t see any way, to break the movies, very, rapturous spell.
All I could begin to see; was that this was not going to end so very well, gently put!
So I begged him, to not try, to do… what he wanted to do! As I stomped on his foot!
In the end, all I did was piss him off, as the soared off, so impassionedly, into the view!
Well darn! That hadn’t worked out well! I sighed! As I watched the inevitable, come to!
Naturally I was there for him, when he hit the IMAX screen. With a sudden Kersplat!
After all, what are families for, but to be there, when we do stupid things, like that!
And we all do, something, so strange and crazy… in our illustrious lives, somewhere.
Naturally we were banned from the IMAX! And the screen would need extensive repair.
A vet came for Dragon, as newspapermen with questions, did show up, Oh Drat!
As I talked to the vet! What did I say, to them? Ha! You guessed it! ’Don’t interrupt!’
Needless to say they weren’t happy and the 5 o’clock news was my wall. Kersplat!
I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great King Arthur and Lancelot’s well-known fame.
But there was yet another knight, of great glory and great fame, never named.
His name was whispered constantly, everywhere, around those hollowed halls.
For no one wanted to be near when he passed by, on his famous unerring walks.
A knight so very gallant, that he would bow to: every fashion of maiden, high or low.
So fierce his life could not be taken, no matter how sharp the blade, they did throw.
A musical quality followed him everywhere, and his livery was absolutely divine.
He would have been the perfect knight, except for one minor, itty bitty, tiny flaw…
What was his name, you may ask, and what led to such glory and illustrious fame?
He was Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, and yes, you can guess, what earned him that name.
You see, an evil witch, he once did fight, and yes… he absolutely won, most verily.
But before the witch became undone, she sprinkled a curse upon his own, to be.
Whenever others are about, you guessed it, yet again; he had sparkle farts, my friend.
Do not laugh; he was to all, a dearest friend. Tho the trouble caused, was rampant, in the end.
You see, in that time the villages were all made with beautifully made, thatched roofs…
He flew betwixt and between, yet, an occasional spark now airborne, did veer off, poof!
So for the most part he walked in town, though the wheat fields were often, set off.
At least the castle was made of stone, though many a tapestry did not survive, well off.
Indeed, a water bucket brigade, became put at his disposal, simply all the time, amen!
And nobody did tickle him, for fames from both ends, became quite rampant then.
Laughter did, yes, the same… But hiccups brought utter flame throwing despair, to all.
Still he was a beloved knight, so the round table was set to keep his back, to the wall.
The knights all stuck together, thru thick and thin, and yes, even thru his sparkle farts.
But with great sadness: of why such a fierce warrior, could be forgot, I now impart.
You see, his name Sir Dragon Sparkle Farts, did not ring, minstrels romantic thoughts.
Historians, thought his references, just crude, forgettable laughable jokes, The Sots!
But know, when Camelot finally fell, and even he could not stop that inevitable tide.
He flew away, to the great blue North, they say, where with snow and ice, he abides.
Now, young and old, do not be sad… For the moral of this fable holds:
All he did was: for his friends and the Greater Good… He cared not for Glory or Gold.
Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: -->
I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey
I sneak behind YOU
You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha!
I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile
You know that mischievous smile of mine?
Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me
Well...I'm flattered. . .
We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound
Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!
But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle
Wouldn't you agree?
A Clown in a Class
In a class sit all the students
Cheering up for every moment
A terrible noise the students make
When a boy makes a joke shake
Bad boys let their life at stake
And then it happens;
In a class stands the teacher
Getting angry on every bad creature
When he speaks the whole class crumbles
Into a loud noise of screams and laughter
He’s like a clown to the class
The one on which the whole class laughs
He stands in the class like a clown
On his back a big black gown
On which it is written “I am a clown”
He teaches the class in every way
But they get worse everyday
He jumps and falls on the ground
With his crooked nose turned round and round
He acts as a King
And wears the crown
But he’s some old string
From out of the town
Her love was a parking garage kiosk
Take your ticket when you enter
The money saved is legal tender
Places money in the slot
Park the car in open spot
Her love was a parking garage kiosk
Promptly throws her arms around him
Said she'd never ,ever liked him
Plants a kiss right on the lips
As she's going leaves a tip
Her love's a parking garage kiosk
It's a different story different man
The miners gold is in the pan
Mounts with fury and with ease
Makes a slush fund if you please
Drive the car and the yellow mustang
Go to the moon and drink some Tang
She feels no guilt or no sorrow
Pays the ticket we"ll meet tomorrow
Park the car
Angels in heaven
Dancing on a small puddle
Always stay afloat
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
I was searching for my EX-Girlfriend for three(03) day's. She just disappeared in to thin air in the blink of an eye..... I searched high and low. Everything was not left in place as usual.
Then, A couple of my friend's told me that she was caught-up, in the RAPTURE. Boy, you could imagine my dismay......
It turned out that I was wrong....Yes, she was caught-up in the RAPTURE... Only, it turned out to be, not the "Rapture" the "Rapture", But, Rapture The Nite CLUB!....AND she was caught in a police DRUG raid as part of an independent investigation!....
She had been in jail for three(03) more day's. Turn's out that she did not need an
Absolution...She needed a drink and another lawyer...
******The Moral to this story is********
Things' are not always' what they seem! Always' get your story straight! Or else,
you will be caught at the "Rapture" too......
And on the seventh (07th) day, she did rest.........
Come at me Joker you will.
Got your eyes following me like steel.
A piece of me do you need.
Hell, take a few limbs off my tree.
Why did you leave that note on my wall??
Now I fear this echo-y call!
You left (ME) P.D. afraid of the dark.
"LOOK AT ME!"
I'm hiding under my covers, trembling at your weak bark.
I'm so scared,
I'm sleeping with one eye open~
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"
I even sleep with the lights on.
sigh!" Sigh!" SIGH!"
I Can't let this go on.
A break in the wind,
Did you follow me again??
I hear this tune playing in my head.
LAUGHING and LAUGHING!
I panic with so many tears to shed!
Like a little girl, my hair I twirl.
Why is it me you dread??
This TUNE is making me shiver and quiver like a kid.
Your watching me slither back into bed.
This TUNE I fear!
The noise is growing NEAR.
NEARER and NEARER!
My face is turning white like the dead.
I keep pressing my hands against my ears.
This tune starts to thicken the flow in my veins.
You drive me INSANE.
I get the nerve to look under my bed.
What the FUDGE, is this doing under my bed??
Is this a jack in the box??
Joker are you FREAKING with my head??
A joke a laugh this DESTROYER has lied.
You don't got what it takes to make me hide.
Your trap fell into the pit of my abyss.
I've been waiting for you behind close doors.
We both hide behind a mask.
Your head falls upon my checkered board floor.
I am still P.D., and your masquerade is over my friend.
I've come to destroy the joke you left on my end.
A trick--A riddle--A joke--A game--
Lets call it your death sentence.
I already tagged your stone with my name.
The POET DESTROYER was here : )
And left her name on your headstone of shame.
**the JOKER - re-post**
from: the POET DESTROYER
to: the JOKER *from the poetry pub*
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
I'm far too busy can't you see
Too busy to write poetry
So please forgive this silly rhyme
I really do not have the time
To write an epic verse or three
I'm far too busy can't you see
So many things I have to do
And all by yesterday, it's true
Then as the day comes to a close
I collapse into a chair and doze
And if I dream more poetry
I'll place it here for you to see
Before this day comes to it's end
I'll give you some advice my friend
Use every moment that's the key
I'm far too busy can't you see?
Thanks for the inspiration - you know who you are :)
I wish I could be a fly on the wall,
When my poor old mother gets the phone call,
“He’s here at the bar
Quick bring us your car,
Your husband just got in a brawl”
They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”
They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and
servants whose childhoods were unfair,
They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,
They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me,
I suffered another tragic end
They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants
They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball
In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents,
with red stripes and one missing arm
They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"
I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…
By: Sabina Nicole
I do not know?
Dave, who when his time came to retire
Thought he'd have a quiet life
But instead he soon discovered
That he had a nagging wife.
He acquired an allotment to pass the time
An hour or two of solitude out of the house.
A relaxing day in the summer sun.
Far away from the over bearing spouse.
Then one day he had a shock.
While relaxing with a cold beer.
In the distance, rolling down the path,
A nightmare come true, his worst fear.
His wife came ever closer.
Wearing a massive grin.
She put out her arms to greet.
And kissed him on the chin.
'I have come to help you'
She said with a smile.
'I will come here every day.
And be with you for a quite a while'
Now he did not fancy this one bit.
And tried gently to decline.
But his wife insisted. and said together
They must spend more time.
So he asked her 'what would you like to do.?'
'Oh just give me the spade.' she said.
So reluctantly he did as she asked
And brought the spade down on her head.
Then he dug a fresh new plot.
And buried her in the ground.
Her skill in the garden was proved true.
With a good harvest all year round.
But he was eventually caught.
And how was most absurd.
For his wife had the final say.
As always had the last word.
Of his fruit and veg Dave was proud
Set up a business, sold door to door.
Until somebody noticed something sprout.
It was not a spring onion they saw.
Dave goes over the day again and again.
As in his cell he lingers.
For what was seen poking out the ground.
Were two solitary green fingers.
Bruce Willis is at the Super Bowl with blimps and tunnels to run thru!
Run! Bruce Willis! Run! The bad guys are after you!
His wife is in the seats wondering if she’ll be safe!
Honey! Your Hubby is BRUCE WILLIS! No one could be MORE SAFE!
If something is not right! If terrorists are running a muck!
Bruce Willis to the rescue! Thank you very much!
With Miley Cyrus as the ½ time act! Don’t worry anyone!
Before she begins to twerk! He’ll tackle her to the ground!
Are the vendors charging way too much? What will you do?
Simply call Bruce Willis! He’ll do whatever there needs… to do!
As everything goes into sudden death over time…
Bruce Willis to the rescue…That in unless…
Chuck Norris is there for the other blooming team!!!
Then Run! Bruce Willis! Run! Chuck Norris is after you!
Leeroy von Nebulae and Pitter Patter Supernova
Upon the sparkling April field, where the bell-flowers blossome'd,
two poets stood amid the blooms, two writers of their wisdom,
where singing aves exalted them, cause deep in verse have fathome'd
and treated poetry like none, with loyalty and serfdom.
Meantime the birds were chirping in the leafage of the forest
the two composers synthesize'd the crop of thoughts that random
became their poetry's free verse, philosophy, thus, modest,
the scriptures called bankrupted talk and artlessness of flotsam.
The authors, thus, amid the trees, and vervains' purple colors,
narrated 'bout the pepper steaks and pizzas pepperoni,
the grayish donkeys and their bray, through softened words of candor,
conducting hence this spectacle and joyous ceremony.
What was occurring round the two was godly sent, on purpose;
the softened breeze, the sunny morn, the singing of the birdies,
and furthermore their kindest verse that both believed was flawless,
- the soul's redemption stands upon the praising by the toadies.
Obtusely raising, slow but firm, their tilted thoughts euphoric
have driven both to fly above this natural assemblage,
hence joyfully enjoine'd the cause of logic anti-strophic,
amid the clouds envisioning a pizza-Heaven-cottage.
Leeroy von Nebulae and Pitter Patter Supernova
expressed their malarky of verse, that donkeys then recited
and stood impassive 'mid the blooms, their thoughts a dull cadenza,
evaluated by the birds, that chirped their notes, astounded.
© 03-23-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic decapentasyllabic verse)
Looking back on the memory
Of a perfect Sunday afternoon
Contest results were rolling in
How I faired would be known soon
Amy made my poem her Reason
I was blown away with a first place
Encouragement from the horse rider
I was humbled by her poetic grace
Craig's Oddities landed me a #5
It's amazing just to be on his list
The dude is an incredible talent
To glean from him I can not resist
Roy had given me a number two
For a Bridge to take troubles away
Didn't realize how much I'd need it
Before the sunset on this Spring day
I was writing congratulations to others
When Verlena proudly notified me
In Small Poems I'd finished first again
I was in total shock how could this be
Like a child I screen shot the winners list
How else could I remember this day
Proudly made edits to reflect the win
In that moment I'd love to stay
Within hours 1st prize had been taken
I surly wasn't the king after all
What appeared to be a super win
In reality became a significant fall
I quickly notified the contest sponsor
As a newbie who doesn't know how it works
I was told "it probably was a Glitch"
Perhaps one of the Soup's quirks?
For good measure to keep me humble
Since yesterday there's been 4 contest
I didn't place in any of them
Not a one thought my work was best
I don't want there to be any drama
Surely these failures can't be blamed on me
Could there be a simple explanation
The Glitch, a result of the Peter Conspiracy?
*This is the story of how a newbie to PoetrySoup went from 1st place to 5th place (update: now last place) in a small poems Contest. The poem is not meant to vent frustration, but to show how a young pup can easily become full of themselves only to be quickly humbled! The intent is purely humorous!
Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"
Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree
Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"
I asked for strength for the journey
But its in the journey I find the strength
I hear lost souls cry out
These are more than just words that I think
Yeah I'm on the brink of disaster
Lady Luck I'll come by and see you later
But at this time I'm ending the game I only got like ten minutes
But actually I'm running five minutes late
Yeah! its kinda like my life story
Yep, the red foe is crushed now
Sure, I'm just like lightning that is struck down
Like the beginning of wisdom, is to distinguish the differences
I face my fears, I continue in the face of resistance
Because the path of least resistance is what makes both men and rivers crooked
If I have another hearing the judge will throw the book at me
And last night, Oh my GOD why did you forsake me
I got on my knees and prayed for guidance through this darkness
I went back to where it started: and I walked away, took away the threat and became the target
Of course I'm more than just a product of my environment
I'm entirely> Aware that there are 2 kinds of conspiracy
The conspiracy of the government and the conspiracy of the devil
My soul is here just to show you, you must dig deeper inside yourself
I've reached way past the point where it seems hopeless
Every door in Sweetwater is closed to me
So I close the door to hell and open the door to heaven
It was God who said everything my hand touched would prosper
And my hand has touched this keyboard
And my voice is just screaming out to touch that microphone
"Get your microphone and make it pretty; Put a skull around it for this city"
You have your North side ducks,
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air.
They simply would not do the greet.
So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.
So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.
But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together…
By the builders of a bridge.
So, It is your Birthday,Huh!
This isn't really anything that
We want to get out, now
We don't want them to start
Talking about you behind
Your back and telling all your
Friends' your business, now do we?
So, let us not try to make such
A big deal about this and I won't
Tell anybody either!
After all, this is your Birthday...
A bouquet of flowers,
Or the calm of the woods
I felt one eyed willy in my rib
In an instant you became the minute man
In my midwinter dream
I smile and then I kiss your neck
As you whisper, honey “I hope you’re not upset.
Darn! I am so ashamed of this one minute man.
Viagra is all I can say…..to you
I still love you. Happy Birthday
In My Language
This you might not know is a conversation,
It’s a conversation not of persons.
This is a conversation of multiple languages.
If you could observe the functions of my mind,
You would marvel at the thought processes
Criss-crossing ideas in various languages
I am not sorry for not thinking in one language only.
I am happy that the multiplicity of languages
Offers me just as multiple images;
Here you are thinking I am writing this in English,
Yes. But know this that what you see in this language
Is thought through ciTonga, through, siLozi and even
Through ichiBemba and chiChewa
How more purer can an idea be created!?
You sure do not know that a dog in siLozi is nja…
To know the word ‘dog’ I need to imagine ‘nja’
How else would I know its meaning?
To write a sentence, I must have thought about it
Three times more than you reading this…
‘Wait a minute’ in my language does not mean sixty ticking bits
That’s what it means to you…
In my language your minute could last a year…
You wonder why ninety days is more than ten years!
Wait a minute darling…welcome to my world.
In my language things are winding.
Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking that a ‘chimbwi’
Refers only to the animal ‘hyena’
It should; but does it?
In my language, you are safe if you do not translate anything.
Say ‘chikala’ and you will be cheered on
Translate that to some uncivilized language…
It’d be too civil for the hearing.
We do not name, we image in my language…
Love imaged as someone’s property
Think of a car that one really cares for…
That’d not sound real romantic in your ears…
In my language a mate would dance hearing
Being referred to as a well-tended car…
In my language, unlike yours, ‘fat’ is a compliment
Sex is communicated through naughty dances.
No one is exempted from these dances.
Even people in public offices show desire…
What you see…that’d not what you get.
The smiles carry within them deep felt grief.
They hope their loved one would come back.
He has prayed his goodbyes without facing them.
They wait for a minute; they still wait.
They sing dirges as the sun sets
There you are thinking they are morning a loss
In truth, they are rehearsing for a soon to occur demise
The disease without a name has come to visit yet again.
In my language stories are a norm
Alcoholic drinks accompany the tales
We have long known how to play our ‘ngoma’
The sound of ngoma does not mean anything to you; maybe
We know the differences in pulses;
Which announces a birth and which a death
There are fewer birth sounds…not birth to this side
Many births to the other side…
In my language Christmas is not the birth of some strange child.
It is for eating and drinking rare food and beverages.
The free range chickens know where to hide…
The greens wave with joy; they celebrate…
The not so nimble white hens pray in surrender…
The young and the old flirt…what a sight…
All adorned in new regalia…
In my language…
© Copyright.2012. All Rights Reserved. Nsamu Moonga
That’s it the battle is won, the toilet can fight no more
Three weeks ago the flush would overflow.
And kept leaving a puddle on the floor
I looked in the book, it said I needed a spare part
I went to the merchant; “we have none, don’t lose heart?”
I can send you somewhere, and they do have a spare.
So I went armed with lots of new knowledge and credit card
The merchant looked at my list and gave me the part,
I took it striaght home and started the job, it was hard
Then found the part was too short for a start.
I rang them and told what was wrong
Don’t worry come on back,
We do have an extension pack
So I drove the ten miles still full of enthusiasm and song.
I need a spanner for this, mine does not fit
“Don’t worry we have just what you need
Some PVA tape, a washer or two
And then it won’t leak when you’ve peed.”
I turned off the water, I thought that I oughta
Everywhere went dry but the toilet.
So with some intervention, I put on the extension.
But still the floor kept getting wet.
After managing to fit a new isolator
My husband was pleased “how did you do that?”
I said it's a pipe and a nut, not an electricl generator.
It was easy, I said wearing my know- it-all hat.
I twisted and turned, and I taped every joint
I fitted the valve in the top of the cistern.
I turned the water back on and it worked a treat
The arm moved up and down like a piston
The water stopped when it should, and did not overflow
I was happy and yet my feet suddenly got wet
The nuts and pipes still had fight left in them
I sighed gave another turn, it was tight and difficult and yet
I stuck my head under, turned the spanner, one more turn
The book was ok, but it’s doing the job I did learn
One more turn is one turn too much.
It split the washer and pipe, I knew it was tight
When it screeched like a banshee or some such.
The water came out, but the isolator did the trick
Its a good job I had fitted it on
I gave it a turn and the water stopped in a tick
I t was then that I knew I had won
I was upset it was a bummer
But I went and got a plumber
Now I am queen of the toilet I have won.
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?
Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”
His life is an Epic story in a tragic playlet
He is the one person who opens wares an hour after the market
He comes to town a day after the fair
Running back home with the aim of catching a wild breed Hare
He "holds hard" after the shot has left the gun
He locks the stable after the herd is all gone
He won't die, though he is of no use alive
His life, like that of a typical dreamer who carries water in a sieve
He is Mr. Everything married to Mrs. Nothing
They are born to rest and they are living to sleep
Both of them, a typical breed of St. Judas
They cover their well after their children are drowned and left in the deep
They are always busy ploughing the air when their field is waist high in weed
Busy! They are at the old farm
Bringing up buckets of water
After the last pillar of thier house is burnt down
Still, they realize not that they are a living corpse.
If its money I got its money ill keep.
If its money I have its money ill weep.
If its love that I give its love ill receive.
For I am but no one who just see's beneath.
Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
''A nut, what else but''?.
Please kiss and run
Her body is on fire
The water is rising
Whisky on the table,
Golden in the glass
Burn to the taste,
A little happiness at last
No Money to burnt, yet time to pass
So turn away or duck and run
My only son
Take your misty mistletoe kiss
Disconnect the extinguisher: this girl is on fire!
..... A battle beyond despairs for the ghetto woman
A part of labor, and a part pain;
The ghetto woman lost all sense of pride
A breed of women with no shame!
A part of labor and a part of pain
1 Peter 5:8
Be sober-minded; be watchful.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.
The origin of the unicorn begin's in
A time and habitat where we did not live in
In Another Galaxy it could have been in
Or in an unexplored magical dimension
It was a land overflowing with milk and honey
Pure and abundant was it's skillful offspring
Enchanted with a forest that lulls you to sleep
With it's down reaching hum stemming from the trees
The little creatures were cordial and could speak
The streams of life were the preachers of the peace
The fireflies dancing a mild ballet at night
Would arouse even the most dormant soul to sing
But it was unicorns that governed the land
and so to say put everything under one's wing
A unicorn was considered the horse of the God's
It had the chiseled structure of a steeled spartan
It's horn holstered the power of a lighting rod
Sporting a mane as majestic as a mountain and
When it bucked on its hoofs the earth stood still in awe
They spent years on this planet protecting our spot
Behind the scenes in old men's wars they fought
But it was in the hidden rainbows with gold pots
Where their undisturbed and placid image was copped
Now its unfortunate we do not seem them nowadays
mainly because they did not embark on noah's ark
and all the CO-2 in the atmosphere we sprayed
means their world no longer remains and
Now their remains are just horses with no horns
and no potential to fly, so all they do is eat hay, ride and race
and when they die we just assume to make them into glue
JK! Happy Birthday!
* P.D. Unicorn Poem contest
Already in the bar at about 7:45pm,
as weak as a 'just fed' serpent
my body movements, so slow,
like a turtle, walking in caution of danger,
feeling so stiff like a concrete block,
and even my heart beat, I could strongly feel
which outweighs the noise, music and bells all combined.
Then came this lady, elegant and sharp
very beautiful and on skimpy clothing.
She sat with the aura of royalty,
just three chairs away from me.
I was cold, stiff and lost in space
and her short red skirt accentuated her voluptuous curves.
She graced with divinity and was absolutely magnetic,
her attraction was so axiomatic to be unnoticed.
Her smile? They were inevitably contagious,
and all one could do is to fall sick of a follow up excitement.
She twisted her Neck gently and tenderly,
turning left and right as she talked to the persons around her.
Her words, so soft and peaceful, could turn even a Lion on.
Her changing positions, switching legs to cross over the other,
only made me more of a moron.
My ego dropped, principles sublimed
and I was in the depth of wretchedness and lustful desires,
sudden heat from an internal inferno came out of me,
Those wonderfully, shaped, spotless and artistic legs of hers,
stopped my systemic circulation, increasing my lust for her.
Nothing can describe perfection, not even close to this beauty.
Her naturally curved circumferential breasts,
which dangle as she speaks, sapped all oxygen in me.
The way she licked her lips
during any pause in conversation,
so red, flexible and thin,
has made me drown so deep in sin,
Not even gallons of whiskey nor hundreds of bottles of beer
could make me stare away from this rare creature.
I just needed that particular soft touch from her,
I needed to smell the stimulating scent from her hair,
exhibiting such liberty like a loose elastic ring.
A wonder of Nature and an epitome of sexuality,
the symbol of masculine vulnerability
and the object of love and lust,
all in one package is what even the Angels covet the most,
and here is one who is just three yards away from me.
as I stood up like a transformed wrecked engine,
with full confidence as though ready to face a panel,
all of a sudden I heard "Honey, I am done for today, let's go home"
coming from the bar Tender.
As I stood up in shock and Heartbreak
I checked my watch and it was still 7:45pm.
Focused on you, a wild demons stare
With a motion it happens
A emotion flattens
As you fall beneath a demons glare
He notices most things that happen
Might even pick the clothes you wear
Believe it or not he really does care
Knows whats best and helps me get there
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
Guidence and experience for me his mare
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
And how people love me after he dares
Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare
They wake up emotionless every morning, guess who,
You don't speak to them until spoken to,
Your right, The Complainer Boo.
Their always right even when wrong, guess who,
that one across the table criticizing you,
your right ,The Complainer Boo.
Nothing pleases them at least for long, guess who,
boredom sets in and the world is wrong,
your right, The Complainer Boo.
Don't think you can change them it will never work,
Just consider your life has a little Quirk....
There was a day, oh so clear… I took my newly trained dog for a walk.
Just as I left the house… a rabbit came by, and yes, we were off.
My dog took off quite fast… as he ran the rabbit under a car.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… but I’m still alive, so far…
Then a squirrel crossed the street… for in a tree, to hide.
Clearly we had to follow… as cars swerved to miss us in their ride
I was very grateful that day… to find every thing still intact.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win…as a friend, helped us from a limb, well cracked.
Next the mailman rounded the bend… in his small-motorized truck
I sure am glad he got away… but again, me… not so much.
I can attest to my dog’s health… As we ran a mile in record time…
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as a fire truck came roaring by.
Now don’t you worry so very much… we survived, yet, again?
And as all settled down, I was so glad… till the rain came rumbling in.
Since lightening and thunder scare him so… we made it home, in record time.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as from under the door I climbed.
The dinner table had been set… as I hurried from the door.
Dinner will be late; I have to explain… as I now cleared it from the floor.
A walk always develops an appetite… I mused, as I began to explain doggy house laws.
Yep, you guessed it… I just can’t win… as the turkey lay between his paws.
The trainer assured me my dog’s well trained… though with a small attention span
Training’s gone well, he said, again… though he looked like a crazed stuntman.
Yep, you guessed it… He couldn’t win…as he gave me, my money back
A little chagrinned… he sent me on my way, with several tons of luck.
There’ll probably be another moment or two… with my beloved Great Dane.
But that’s to be expected… from a 100 lb puppy that’s almost potty trained
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win... But Don’t Worry, we’re doing well…
OOOPS, the doorbell rang… here we go again, for another time…
But know, eventually he will grow up… and by then we’ll be just fine…
Despite the wealth of creams applied
Old Father Time won't be denied
And as that watershed appears
I can't complain at fifty years
Though just one thing for which I pray
To throw those blessed specs away!
The years drift by and eyes grow dim
The fight to keep the body trim
It really is a bitter pill
They say from now it's all down hill
You'll understand then when I say
Just let me throw those specs away!
Fountain of youth it runneth dry
And sight recedeth in my eye
No cup of bounty runneth over
No wonder; I'm one more year older
And still the thing for which I pray
To throw those blessed specs away!
But wait, I think I've seen the light
Illuminating, out of sight
No more my hopes and dreams for nought
There is a way if I can sort
The thing for which I daily pray:
To throw those blessed specs away!
Tt's thanks to innovations new
I'll soon be known as "Chic Cool Sue”
I owe it all to new technology
To change my world of Ophthamology
So now with certainty I say
Just throw those blessed specs away!
Today's the day
I must be mental
Why didn't I opt for sentimental?
A Chinese, or a shopping spree
I might have missed ‘Buy Get one Free’
But always it was what I'd pray
To throw those blessed specs away!
What have I done, my friends were right
I'm in a mess, I'm numb with fright
I had a dream, ‘twas “ Handy Andy"
Promising a job just dandy
He said "Ill do it cheap today".
I’ve changed my mind; the specs can stay.
But, No! I've courage I’ll go on
I'm not a quitter, I'll be strong
I may wake full of blurred confusion
Wondering if it's just illusion
Or really is that epic day
I finally throw my specs away!
Now a word from the Author.
I hope all the readers are familiar
with, Homer's "lliad and the Odyssey"
From which this was inspired.
In addition to what you may remember
of Greek mythology, I would like to add
That the Greek God Aries, presumably
never took sides in war, he was content
to let men fight it out themselves, but
this time, was different, and here is his song....
I was quite content
Never giving my consent
In any godly matter that occurred
Now some don’t think that’s right
Leaving humans left to fight
But to me, all this bickering absurd
I really hate to choose
Who should win and who should lose
But there’s one town that I thoroughly enjoy
I love Troy
I love Troy
I love every Mother’s son
And soldier boy
What a town, just look around
In a minute you’ll be dancing upside down
So much to eat, Oh what a treat
This city is on fire, feel its heat
If you’re going to live it boy
There’s no city like my Troy
I love Troy
I love Troy
I love Troy
Sure, I’m the God of War
But, I never felt this way before
So here, I’ll say it one more time
Though the Gods may stand divided
In my Heart I have decided
There’s no reason, that I should be playing coy
I love Troy!
Crazy… can’t begin to describe, some of my Trolls, many ways.
But suddenly it was ninja this, and ninja that, today.
You should see them in black, though; they’re way too big to miss!
Shiny baubles tied all around, jingling with every move, in bliss.
But stealth isn’t their name to fame, for they’re not very small.
And with or without a costume, who would fight a Troll at all?
Stalking little birdies, and each other, was suddenly all the rage.
One startled a skunk… he’ll be staying outside, for a few days…
They tried to climb a downspout and trellis, to the hardwares’ demise.
Thank God, they never made it to the roof, for the results I would despise.
To practice throwing ninja stars, I gave them bubble gum balls, instead.
No one got hurt, and the stars were forgotten, with bubble gum wars, ahead.
They Did protect me from my swing set, may it rest in peace, this day.
But the smoke bombs, they thought they needed, definitely went astray.
It seems all the wood, that for my fireplace stood, has now gone up in smoke.
But they had lots of fun with marshmallows and a great weenie roast.
The firemen then came, and I explained as I met them in the front yard.
I warned of the ninjas, but they knew the ropes... they’d been here before.
So the firemen declared themselves ninja masters, that everyone must obey…
The ninjas immediately bowed down to their sensei. Thank God, is all I can say!
You can bet, I wish I’d thought of that, before a stanza or two, back… sooo true!
The firemen declared a safety violation for the trolls, and declared a big toll, too.
The toll would be to clean up the mess, and to practice at the local dojo.
Go figure…Apparently, one of the firemen owns that darn thing, you know!
He loaded up the ninja Trolls, for the fire truck ride of their life…
Winking... he said he’d have them and their jinglely suits… home safe, by night.
Got to love those firemen, they sure know their stuff… With just one look…
They told me: I could now relax and get some much-needed rest…
But first, I'll be hiding all those ninja movies… it’ll be for the best.
They do not move a muscle
Nor give unto their fears
But contemplate their carnage
Have you even not, one tear
Had I known you like I do now
You wicked callous beast
I never would have shown you
That my heart was in your reach
When the first drop of precious blood
Impacts upon this ground
I swear I’ll not forgive you
And by the Gods I’ll strike you down
But could we not turn, this tide
And you and I once more
Find the love sent from about
And do, as we adore
NO, cause you insist to make my wish
Lie broken on the floor
And wear a glove while touching love
Just like a filthy whore
Don’t think the Gods won’t notice
You’re defiled and you’re sick
By using love to hide behind
To pull this dirty trick
Ah, to one trick there’s another
And I possess my share
Be patience and I’ll show you
What can happen to your lair
With cunning and with cruelty
My counsel will evoke
A very cunning plan
That would make Poseidon choke
I will converse, with Apollo
To have the sun replace the moon
So therefore catch a tan
If it’s possible, by noon
Then I’ll call on my Seamstress
To sew me something smart
With these hand made silver boots
This is Fashion’s off the charts
Of course all my solders
Will be dressed up in their best
Tunics will be optional
And so might the rest
We will decorate the beach
With a bonfire and some torches
So the enemy can watch
While they’re lounging on their porches
Send a ship down to the tropics
I think seafood would be nice
And one up to the artic
To fetch all some ice
I know some Greek dancing songs
We’ll get the band to play
And I’ll maybe sing a solo
To melt, their hearts away
Cause no one, but no one
Puts a party on like me
And makes the end to every war
A spectacle to see
When things start dieing down
Very late at night
We all crawl to our ships
And we’ll put out the lights
We give them the impression
We’re all drunk and going home
This should make them feel relieved
That we’re leaving them alone
But that is when we pull
The oldest trick, found in the book
With a sinister contraption
This deception’s off the hook
To Be Continued.................
A hit and run of epic proportion The Easter conspiracy in motion The CIA FBI Interpol perplexed Who done it who will be next Scotland yard the challenge not met the Reg. The goose no longer lays the golden egg Public supply and demands satisfaction Who will it be it is up to you investigation Slow to the game the cards are on the the table The only glue you get a fable - for Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly contest -Who murdered the Easter bunny? 3/5/2013
To Dine, To Die;
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.
Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.
An endless groan
The debate grants no throne.
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.
"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
My Dad came around the other day, on his Harley Davidson, all decked out.
The Trolls all came a running to see: what that load roar could be about.
They immediately became so very impressed, with my biker Dad, no doubt.
But it seems they’d never seen anything like: a shiny hog, that’s fully dressed out.
The bling on my Dad’s leather jacket, matched his helmet, and the bike.
And Man- Oh- Man, you can say… That’s exactly what, they really like!
That shiny hog was a gleaming, and made a special sound you can’t dislike.
Yes, a powerful engine, straight from heaven, had made this the perfect bike.
Now a Troll knows how to really roar… but could they also, tame this ride?
My biker Dad, a mischievous dude, was ready to help their biker souls arise.
He took them to the dealer… to help them find their wheels, so they could fly.
And sure enough, within a week… You could begin to hear their Great War Cries!
Now don’t you dare be frightened, it’s really not so bad, for all of us, you see…
They also found a biker bar, which plays Willie Nelson, by the hour, down the street.
From him they’ve learned to put together fundraisers, and biker run’s for charities.
And singing those, you done me wrong, country songs, are truly their specialty.
And though they love to travel… still, a lot of it’s for the He Manly show.
And the beer, pool, and fun, you know, only add more to the Willy Nelson zone.
Surprisingly, the biker chicks think, that to ride with them, is all the rage.
And the attention The Trolls, do garner lifts their spirits every day.
Thank goodness they still know, to find their way home, before the sun goes down…
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.
so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,
here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...
into the light of a love letter written to dawn.
soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,
way down deep on the inside,
...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,
flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,
watered and deeply cared for...
I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,
I wish a sun-rise.
I discovered yesterday that my basement Trolls are all growing up.
Though, those with the butterfly wings are still flittering all about.
You see, yesterday I found a flyer hanging on my basement door, so proud.
It said, “We’re all for hire. Work for ‘shiny baubles’, Call 1-800-Trolls.”
Apparently, my leaf raking triggered a desire that runs really deep.
For all the other Trolls want into this ‘shiny bauble’ thing real quick.
And they haven’t yet figured out, the need to scatter fliers along the street.
That may not be important, for my neighbors vanish, whenever they are seen.
To give them a better image I thought they might start with walking dogs.
So I let them walk mine, since mine aren’t scared of any old nasty trolls.
It worked out really good, until they saw some squirrels climb up the trees.
As the Trolls climbed right behind, to get the critters: it was with dogs in hand.
Trolls are so very heavy, that not many trees were left standing along the way.
And this time, the dogs were quite traumatized, including the big Great Dane.
Now all Trolls have a special niche that only each one can truly claim.
But dog walking will never be these guys’ claim to the ‘shiny bauble’ fame.
My neighbors must still be lurking, for I found the bills to replace all the trees.
Someone rang my doorbell, ran, and left them, on my porch this yester eve.
Apparently, my neighbors will continue to vanish or hide, for quite some time.
But for the life of me… I just can’t understand why?
I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.
He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.
My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.
Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.
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Mr. Wiggles the stuffed “punk pig” , he wasn’t always this way. Before the safety pins in his little nose and “Dead Kennedy’s” patch on his soft, fuzzy, pink back, he was a loving, clean, attractive piggy who was afraid of the dark. He sewed black and red string into his adorable little ear because he thought it would make him look like a rebel pig, then he got experimental with sharpie, permanently drawing stitches on his non-existing lips all because of the music he flooded into his head. Then after the piercings, he got into tattoos. He has a black and red “C” on his chest and a black dotted “C” with a little black heart on his hip. It’s pretty sexy huh? He got it for someone but that someone loved another. He has big, child like eyes that can mesmerize you. They aren’t blue or green or even brown, They are black eyes that just stare deeply into you. He is also very small, not like the other kids. He used to get beat up when he was a little piglet, Maybe that’s why he tries to be all tough now. He’s a bubble gum pink, maybe that was a factor in him getting beat up by all the other farm animals so much. He had low self esteem and a eating disorder, that's why he is so skinny for a grown man piggy. He hated the way he looked, he was ashamed for being born a pig because they have such bad reputations of being dirty, sloppy, and lazy. He didn't like his feet most of all because they were ugly and gross, pig feet are the definition of this but his are abnormal they were disfigured and very, very pink, not like the other animals with smooth hooves or webbed feets. His are piggies feet that no one will end up ever eating. They look like something Ariel would collect under the sea. Mr. Wiggles wasn’t always a bad piggy, under his thick, fuzzy skin he is soft and plushy pig. One thing that never changed is that he loves affection such as hugs, they are comforting and secure. He smells like a warm breeze and something sugary. He may act tough but there is much, much more then meets the eye.
My lateness once more has caused me immediate damnation,
and my unstable state, a product of my lost attention.
Overcoming the limitation by doing three person's work at once
resulted to a failed manipulation
of compressing minutes' activities into seconds
just to beat time and achieve punctuality.
Reaching for the door with already aggravated emotions.
In self caution, I knew something was still missing
then I realized it's a stuff I cannot go without.
Oh My God! This means, beginning all over again.
A complication I most feared in a situation like this.
My dwelling place now seem a mansion
as even my bedroom has undergone exaggeration
which at this moment isn't as accommodating
as the habitation I once knew.
Starring at the plain surface of the mirror Table gave no answers
and already praying for the fruitful termination of this trying time,
as I searched among the cosmetic items it harbours.
My next location is obviously the wardrobe
and even with the intense frustration
I was still calm enough to suppress the friction with myself
as I searched each and every pocket of my clothing
which are all hanging in straight vertical position.
And yet, my state gradually reaching exacerbation,
cos' there is no answer.
In milliseconds, my Pillows are in two corners of the room
I prayed for any sort of temptation but not this
as the bed calmly accepts my aggressive search
of my item which suffers an ungodly abduction.
The Investigation continues with a quick scan through my shoes,
and finally leaving the room with no appreciation
which now looks like a ghetto market of a third world country,
a demotion I usually never allow, not until now.
The larger sitting room just increased my retardation
having hope of finding my "Precious" would be mere hallucination
so therefore, I barely did much other than a mere Inspection.
Yet, cannot find its location,
which simply increased the heap of burning coal on my head.
Already tired of exclaiming several holy Indignation
careful flash back and calculations of my previous movements
yielded no results.
"check the Double Seater" was my last thought.
And as I acted in submission to that command,
the invaluable material surprisingly fell off my shirt
My Car Keys!
You are locked down in the house and the Police
Has got the house surrounded. You need a cigarett...
This is an no smoking area...you need a cigarette...
Option: What would you do?
1. See if you can have a last smoke?
2. See if you can maybe..bum a smoke off
one of the cops'....
3. Go outside and see if you can find that
cigarett butt. The one that you left before...
You had to dropped...running from the Police..
4. Call the whole thing off....
5. Quit smoking all together!
********Thoughts' on the subject*******
You should always' think TWICE and Act once....!
< twenty twelve
What The Hell !
What's it's Function !
Only Perhaps !
I've Been Seeing !
think it's all phony
And Full Of Balony !
Entry For Gareth James's
The Grace To Grow
Through peril in its intact
We have every reason by which to over react
The Grace to grow;
Many a shoulder to cry inflate the ego
Through our hard stance with fate
We lock our doors & protect out faith
In long lines at the store lest I emplore
Shades of trim left for me to begin
In oscillating ivory towers a man from Mars
The Grace to grow
From a little seed next the full grain blown to harvest once again
We can plant a seed deep enough through troubled waters come among
Shades of gems crimsome with rubbies
The cedar as a way of illumination
Perhaps I'm in need of a break on some long awaited vacation?
The Grace to grow
This is a long lost dream story about Me and my EX-GIRL getting it back together again? Just who knows' where it will end......
My ex-girlfriend and me
We are talking about
The possibility of getting
Married and I said that
We shall see.....
She asked' me if we were
Going to take lot's and lots'
And I answered, yes,
But We won' be taking
And then She ask Me
If it would be consummated
I said yes, but, only if it came
Gregor the slowest
Felt nothing but fear
To prove he was worthy
He must kill a deer
A great giant bat
Was chasing him far
He ran and he ran
Towards that tiny North star
The deer weighed a lot
Tied to his small back
He tripped and he fell
He was under attack!
He drew out his sword
Sort of stumpy and dull
And brandished it boldly
Like the horn of a bull
He slew the fierce beast
Stabbed him with a strong hand
Then he continued to travel
Just like he had planned
But he, he was careless
Not looking around
Big lots of danger
So soon would abound
He tripped and he fell
Like the cretin he was
Right into the swamp
Full of monsters and fuzz
Then all of a sudden
He felt a strange thing
A nip and a nibble
And then a sharp sting
He jumped like a moose
Right out of his skin
He saw a large rat
To his leg it did cling
A bash of his hand
Then a kick and a stomp
But to no avail
The rat did still romp
He sat in despair
He cried and he sobbed
And he could not swim
So he had to bob
A rat on his leg
And his face in the mud
He would have been dead
He was in deep crud
But Harry was near
The God of the Dumb
A snap and a crackle
He was out of the scum
Hooray! he did shout
Yippee! and Booyaw!
Then he sat down to chat
With his savior, the God
“Oh dearest Harry,
My life you did save
To tell you my story
You must be the brave
It is very thrilling,
A strong heart you must bear
I’ll start from the outset
Its truthful, I swear!”
Gregor felt empty
He needed a friend
He came across Zera
His heart she to mend
But she was a princess
A beauty, a crest
Gregor needed some help
To prove he was best
So he went to the wood
To kill a great deer
He rode off like lightning
Just a small bit of fear
Deer large as a house
Ran into the path
Gregor ran after
But got way off track
Lost as a donkey
He neighed and he brayed
Galloping in circles
His terror displayed
He sat down and cried
But out of the night
Came a huge giant bat
All ready to fight
“And that is my tale”
Said he with a smile
Harry sat straight
And thought for a while
Then he got up and took
Gregor by his small hand
He led him back home
To his native land
Harry led him to Zera
So he could say hi
He said hi very well
And his fortunes did fly
They fell deeply in love
And had many kids
Now Gregor has friends
And a few little squids
And that is the tale
Of poor little Greg
His fortunes did rise
Right out of the dregs
With some help, he flew
Right out of his hole
Didn’t need to dig down
Like a little blind mole
This poem has yet to finish.
It's barely past the start.
It hasn't any followers
and isn't yet an art.
The subject is not written:
direction not quite clear.
My reason for it's being
is only what is here.
The length is getting longer
with nothing more to say.
Without a proper ending
it just might run astray.
I'll say my final thoughts
in hopes they'll bring an end.
But really; who'm I kidding,
a sequels 'round the bend.
On the first day of Christmas my granny gave to me, an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the second day of Christmas my granny gave to me, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the third day of Christmas my granny gave to me, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the fourth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the fifth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the sixth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the seventh day of Christmas my granny gave to me, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the eighth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the ninth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, nine women baking, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the tenth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, ten birds chirping, nine women baking, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas my granny gave to me, eleven bikers riding, ten birds chirping, nine women baking, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, twelve carolers singing, eleven bikers riding, ten birds chirping, nine women baking, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
Reference/ Inspiration: The twelve Days of Christmas
I'll hop through fields of green
It could be quite a perfect scene
Y'know I've been through a lot
Fightin' epic battles like Sagat
But sometimes I want to give in
When I can't see within
I'm just a frog in a world full of swans
Wishin' I was too cool like James Bond
I fill my days by writin' these lines
That define the inner mastermind
But when I take a breath and look above
The stars remind me that I'm still in love
A silly little frog with insane dreams
Could never be as well known as Cream
But maybe I could be like Jimi Hendrix
Or maybe I could write a little spin mix
I'm just hoppin' along through life
Carefree and tryin' to avoid strife
Even though the snakes are out there
They will never leave me shaken and scared
Because I hop along the roads I believe
Like Frogger, man, I know I can achieve
Because I can battle through adversity
With versatile lines and can be quite witty
I'll hop through fields of green
Tryin' not to be a fool like Charlie Sheen
My ending will trump Mass Effect 3's
But with an ending like that it'll be a breeze
My rhymes are timeless while this time is lifeless
why is life this kind less, reminds me that this
mind is spineless ready to tip and quit, as
my lies become mindless and get swollen shut
and Stuck up inside my sinus
Drivin in my prime but with no optimus
Victim to the flip-side of the Midas
Running through my blood like a virus
The sun makes my skin mundane
rubbin on ben gay but get arthritis
touch spermicide and converts to hepatitis
I hit the plus sign but it just musters up a minus
I'm seen sucking my thumb like the peanut's Linus
I run and duck when I hear the sirens cause
I abducted the president's Nike air pumps
now air force one is trying to find us
I'm at my desk obsessin about success but
This whole time its been right behind us
Power of praise
When moved by God's spirit we all can rejoice
We can stand at attention with our voice alone
In days of disaster we can add a sense of laughter
Many get caught up with the great here & now
Yet pay no attention toward a great here after
Others alter their intellect only to achieve devastating disaster
The power of praise ensues riches untold
Within eqxuisite idol fancy having riches to unfold
A warm heart filled with truth to withstand a truest test in time
The power of praise will once again unite the forces sublime
Even if you go unrecognized now
Your name will be forever exalted some day!
The boys decided to have a campout near the Troll Lake ‘N bridge.
Everything was going wonderfully as the Trolls decided to join in.
Campfires led to marshmallows and s’mores that the Trolls loved a lot.
But they ate too much and the kids suddenly found themselves without.
But out came the popcorn and flashlights that naturally would be fun.
Great stories began to whirl as the flashlight was slowly passed around.
And boys being boys, they found it fun to try to give the Trolls a fright.
But no matter how spooky or scary, the Trolls just didn’t seem to bite.
The boys had forgotten, Trolls are related to the boogey man, so bad.
If they couldn’t scare them, they wondered, what fun could be had?
It took no time at all till, yes; they knew they had found the perfect fun.
Yep, you guessed it; the old illustrious snipe hunt was about to be run.
They gave the Trolls the big canvas bag; the tent had been put in.
Then sent them into the bushes to see what they would capture within.
A sudden roar was heard, and my heart knew, we were sunk, therein.
Unfortunately, my nosy neighbor had been sneaking, around, again.
The Trolls had him bagged, with only his kicking feet, sticking in the air.
The kids were roaring with laughter, for they had known, he had been there.
The Trolls wouldn’t let him go, without a token promised, or shown.
Kidnapping was a crime, but trespassing was too, so he settled down.
It turned out; he was retired, and was tired of being lonely and left out.
The toll became s’mores, which he went home and brought right back.
Then he told hilarious stories, and campfire ditties making the laughter spread.
So peace finally reigned with a neighbor, who once brought everyone dread.
‘T wasn’t long before we nestled
In the belly of the beast
And we might not all have fit
If it wasn’t for some grease
Demetre was disturbed
By the prodding of a sword
So he said to Val discreetly
You’re not the only one who’s bored
There’s no time to horse around
Or for gaiety of sorts
Until we win this town
There’ll be no more water sports
I had to be very firm
For these men sure like to play
And focus on the reason
We were all crammed in this way
Achilles’ please stop shoving
There’s no room to give you more
And , Philo please wake up
For, I loath to hear you snore
The others on the beach
Have set sail, and left in mass
As I could see so very well
From a crack found in the ass
Page 11 You're Just Busting My Walls
Then just as we expected
The large Gates opened wide
And all those crazy Trojans
Came out, who were inside
Some looked upon my ass
With glee and adoration
While others sot to burn it down
Their highest Priest, now stepped forth
To speak the voice of reason
Don’t you see it is a "Horse"
A gift we should find pleasing
Still others shouted out, awful words
Not worth repeating
And our ass seem in some trouble
As their tempers started heating
It wasn’t long, till it began
The eclipse was right on time
It convinced the unbelievers
That my big ass was divine
They all bowed down to kiss it
It was a spectacle to see
And I’m glad I didn’t miss it
For it was, personal to me
My men until this day
Claimed a tear, formed by my eye
And I quickly turned away
So they wouldn’t see me cry
But the moment didn’t last
As we found we were in motion
They tied ropes around my ass
And applied a slippery lotion
Now the wheels had proper grease
And the lines where taunt and tight
They started pulling on my ass
And were using all their might
We were really rolling now
As we headed for the gate
The men got so elated
That they hardly couldn’t wait
When we finally reached the gates
We had to stop a bit
Our structure was too tall
And this big ass, wouldn’t fit
But one of their members
A fricken genus, if I may
Said, lets tear down that portion
Of the wall that’s in the way
I do not know?
I RUN from FEAR.
I HUNT for FEAR.
I HIDE in FEAR.
I FIGHT cause of FEAR.
I'm FAR from you.
I'm SCARED cause of you.
You're the FEAR that I HUNT.
You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.
You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.
*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have
something to read that just fit's them.*
A few of my basement Trolls wanted to go out, into the outside world.
And it would be an unkindness, if I kept them from giving it a twirl.
Still, they would need a job, you know, to fit their unusual makeup.
So, I sorted thru the myths, where the subject of bridges kept coming up.
The idea brought several running to build a bridge over our backyard stream.
Trolls are hard to fathom, but Low and behold, we’d found the perfect thing!
A bridge, dam, waterfall, and cave, all made out of rock, such a beautiful touch!
I promptly stocked the pond with fish. And got ready to show it all off.
But, my Troll friends had already found a home, and had fishing poles in hand.
Now, to step anywhere near the pond, a shiny bauble token must be found.
They didn’t get a job, exactly, but, yes, for them a better home was made.
The neighbors all wanted to employ them to build one, so beautifully arrayed.
That is, until they found the Trolls would make it their home and charge tolls.
In the end, I didn’t lose my buddies; a few just moved outside, so very bold.
For a few baubles and extra treats, some really great parties were often held.
In fact, they built a big barbecue pit, and cook my dinner every night, as well.
How did I bring forth this great accomplishment, you might ask?
You see, their home is on my land and that’s the token, I choose to demand.
We arranged: that my family pays no tokens, and nightly my dinner is on hand…
Ready to eat, but I’ll supply the fixings for them, too, that will be my treat.
I’m happy to say, they did go into the world, that day, in their own way.
And every body’s animals are safe as I supply what’s on the buffet.
And let it be known, I offered to pay them for all the great work they did.
But Trolls being Trolls, they wanted to eat dinner with us instead. :)
I know you don't fancy my advances,
slim pickens don't describe my better chances.
Got a snowball's chance in hell,
but it fits me just as well,
I know we'll see Armageddon.
But, I've yet to learn my place,
I will try to win your gaze.
-I'll have you in Armageddon.
I know you picture me revoltin’,
and you despise my goin’ through the motions.
You threw out my best bouquet,
there's always next Valentines Day,
I know we'll see Armageddon.
'Cause I know that come what may,
I would do it anyways.
-I'll have you in Armageddon.
When the land drys up, and the damn goes bust,
we will see Armageddon.
But, no matter what the case,
come the day the end of days.
-I'll have you in Armageddon.
When the sky begins to fade, and becomes the Judgment day,
we will see Armageddon.
As he wash away the sin,
you'll see a smile upon my grin,
because the fire and the ash,
can't distract my one thought that,
when the Lord wants it all back,
I will take solace in this fact...
I'll be with you in Armageddon!
I do not know?
I was so above you
And it was very clear to see
But I came to give you my heart
sacrificing all I had
Just for shot at love
we started off so strong
I actually thought it was you were worth it
We had a lot in common
So it made easy for us to talk
We were going so good
But caught in the act
You said you and I did not make sense
But I must admit I was glad It was over
Now the real reason I gained back my life
And You just lost best thing in your life
Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy
I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done.
I exist as a modern day Hercules, striving to discover my strength,
seeking beneath the surface, striving to greater lengths.
My arms tremor, causing ships to break apart,
during my exhale, all sailors start
yet my grunt of thunder remains the worst.
My legs propel me forward, though possessing not one gill,
the underwater highway provides an ongoing thrill.
Mere mortals I glimpse at while stifling tidal waves,
as they struggle against the current, candidates to save.
Their bodies act as limp seaweed, very weak
while others remain bloated buoys, struggling to seek
a sliver of stamina, however slight,
their sun is not yet lit, they remain in a moonless night.
My ears discover the sirens, bursting into song-
they talk of candy sweets my appetite yeans to sail along.
However, my orb of strength is not yet found,
until then, I’m forbidden to go above ground.
Below in the underworld, Hades attempts to send
fingers of flame upon me, yet my armor shall not bend.
My joints ache,
my muscles quake,
yet the ember of faith I shall not forsake.
Eventually, I remain erect, not on bowed knees,
and have resisted pain’s pitiful pleas.
A son of Zeus reaches in to grasp my hand,
his grin stretching wider than the holy land.
His eyes are that of a seaweed sage,
with a chiseled exterior only Aphrodite could have made.
His words light my face with a single shining ray,
“You’ve completed your pool exercises for the day.
Are you ready for the gym?” he asks, hoping I should stay,
and I reply, “I’m in need of hot compresses today.”
I proceed to immerse myself in towels of steam,
while considering my ultimate dream
of strengthening my image, in the future I will see
the bountiful benefits of physical therapy.
Take me there
I don't care
Touch my hair
Eat this pear!!!
I am bare
Want to share?
Do you care?
I am bear
I'll let you stare
Don't go there
By the chair
Or on that stair?
Your skin is fair
You look like Cher
Come to my lair
But pay my fare
Drippity drip drip
Are placed in his
Ginger hair, the yellow and purple, blend
He smiles and poses for the camera
Glad to become
My Country was Born
In the Heat of BATTLE
Over a Cup of Tea'
In the city of Boston
They brought in Coffee
-- Fore ---
A country of this Magnitude
Would never again'
Sleep at Night
The Trolls often help me, and yes, some times they just play hard.
This year’s help was Spectacular, as they helped me rake the yard.
Now, how do you motivate a Troll… you are wont to say?
It’s really quite easy if the correct incentives are found in the play.
For you see I have a really big yard, full of great big leafy trees.
So I had made a plan to get them, to help me take care of these.
Now Trolls love shiny baubles, but money doesn’t mean a thing.
So under the leaves, in each part of the yard, I had seeded shiny things.
Then when one Troll strolled by, I raked up a shiny bauble from the leaves.
He was so impressed he got some friends to come and see what I had achieved.
Four quickly volunteered to help, if they could keep their illustrious Bling.
They are very territorial when the finding of shiny baubles becomes involved.
But I was able to send them running, into definitely different parts of the yard.
And they continued to rake every leaf they found in my yard as the day evolved.
All is well, that ends well… for I had seeded baubles everywhere the leaves blew.
Then I paid them all the running fare for helping, and my conscious was happy, too.
They started to dump the money, until I explained how it could be used, so fair.
For I would take them to the Five and Dime Store, just down the street, to where…
The money could buy more shiny baubles, yes; they would have more to come.
And I told the storeowner, that with a few rules Trolls could be profitable and fun.
I had him put 4 separate tables, of baubles, on the sidewalk for them to sort thru.
This stops territorial fighting and breakage, as they no longer wander without a clue.
Everyone was happy; me, The Trolls, and the owner of the store, had all won.
I became a hero; it was plain to see, as the fun filled day of work was finally done.
To history known,
Germanicus, excessive extravagance in Rome.
Delation must fall as thou rise from thy throne,
the senate quakes amidst the undulation’s tow.
One should never be avid,
or accept the as-is, as in to be average.
-Thoust be what all there be ever that is,
and the ego is eyed as the drive toward the passage.
Wake the pomp, raise the flair,
Our life in all's but a starlight there.
Summer, which oft leaves to Fall leaves,
endures in the sunlight, and that is no folly.
The ages belong,
to they who remember and keepeth the song.
Stake these words not to a lascivious nature,
but to what he leaves Earth, and save words for later.
camera three is having
an existential crisis;
his long languid lens
has suffered in silence,
an impotent shard of
for his vision won’t
focus on faecal injustice,
camera three is having
an existential crisis;
or other devices,
just won’t solve the problem,
or even negate,
this delicate time
in his delicate state,
camera three is having
an existential crisis;
Osiris, Anubis, Oasis and Isis,
have all shed the skin of
guitar band dementia,
wheeling out wisdom
for the fear of inertia,
camera three is having
an existential crisis…
Darkness all around me
Until I turn the lights on
Now it's very bright
Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring.
If by chance,
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission;
I demand from you chancellor;
A swift insanity plea, submission.
For this troubled soul is plagued,
By vast displays of wicked ways.
Courtesy of meticulous examination.
Diligence pending Investigation.
Key Evidence, perpetually documented
In Sin's ominous catalog.
Rebuke my Judge!
For multitudes of shortcomings,
He failed to ascertain.
Moreover, present was He,
When Satan drafted me.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain"
IN HONOR OF THE MAN WHO STARTED IT ALL
My Friend John
The Day (of the Quote Wars)
The Day was gray with wisps of smoke, like fog upon the ground
The carnage lied in heaps piled high, void of any sound
A single figure stood that day, solemn in the field,
The enemy fought bravely, but found they had to yield
They fired fast a volley, then, tried to hold their line
And each one to the very last, Defeat was all they'll find
They came with much munitions, taken from their shelves
Armed with acquisitions, building libraries for themselves
With words upon their lips and volumes in their hands
They started posting Quotes, that's when the War began
It was on a summer’s day, that the voices came to battle
We heard the slamming of huge volumes and the pages start to rattled
There was Emerson and Keats, Will Rogers and Mark twain
Neither knew defeat, nor could have felt the pain
Quotes were launched at him, design to cut him down
But Sebastian fired back with something more profound
They quoted every author, from eloquent to sublime
But The Quotes that Sebastian used, were so much more refined
They thought to quote from Philosophy, Theology and Science
They quoted away, most the day, while Sebastian stood defiant.
When the fiery missiles stopped, one man stood firm and smiled
Sebastian Fate had Won,”The Day” by quoting Oscar Wilde
What is the difference
--- a "Typo" ----
Who has butter fingers'
A " Typo " is hard to swallow
And Butter taste so sweet! ha! ha!
Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp
our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live
Kill Da Wabbit
(a low IQ non fat Haiku)
Carrot hangs on branch
Kill da wabbit kill da wabbit
C.I.L.L....... da wabbit
the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again
and I known each time
you look at me
we are transformed
and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes
this time with you
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean
where the two race, play, swim
the ones we see
in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror
to the little pools of mystery
spilling out around you
giving up the secret
moulting in the broad day light
Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival,
I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches
Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
He holds the key to this new world.
The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience
Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped
Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence
Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped
Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.
My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
Our intrepid journey commences...
Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!
Sink, Shank, Shock,
Out Of Mi Mind,
Crazy, but Out Witted,
By A Double turned, trim
I can't make sense, Totally
Lost among that,
Thang, cause another
gave it away, but
Only shoots mi disasters,
play ground, Cling, clang,
clung, goes the rock,
inside my brain,
I'm gone, and stoned,
out of mi Gored,
but Sex Ready,
Cause you,know you,
want some,don't you,
Hahaha,,, can't have none.....
If I told you that I cry when we argue
You'd probably say its time for you to leave
You'd say I care to much and I want more
Than what you can give me.
But I'm not asking for anything.
I just want you near me.
I want to be honest
But you have to stop
Threatening to walk away
If you were gonna walk
Away you wouldn't have let me stay
Something in both of us is not finished yet
I don't know how long this will last
All I know is that I'm not done yet.
I do not know?
The sun burned so bright
This morning, it was merely exposing
The clouds drifted away like white, puffy balloons
This afternoon, it was coming back together
Unveiling its extraordinary grace
Suddenly, the clouds turn black…
It was growing black as night
And it made me ponder:
Is change important?
And I shudder…
The rain showers might
This twilight, it was truly enthralling
Glance at it and its sparkling delight burns on
Seeing this in person
Is like earning a brownie or a sugar cookie!
This evening, it was arriving faster than
A cool cheetah running
Super fast in gracious fields…
Of golden grain and grass
It was glowing white as light
And it made me jump!
Is everything alright?
And I melt like butter
To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)
(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.
Attempting to smooth and comb my hair
My fist shatters the mirror-- splintered and bear
It shows how much I despise my hairdos
Sense Lucifer took the fall
We stood amazed at his no it all
In fashion abode in vice with sip
Having long viscous fangs that bite & grip,
In twilight through a darkened portal
We lie beneath the sentence waiting at deaths final door
The devil's children no it all
Their claim to fame is power & control
Yet not willing to ever share with others in need
They all long to watch as you bleed
With a sentence of death at Hell
Blackened silence filtered with flames of out of control vomit
Isolation is its chief aim & total surrender to their name
A chief aim to kill, steal & destroy
As Sodom's beckoning call hence the swift devastation to its call
The devil's children will forever burn
In heat of passion with swift shift & turn
A liars nightmare in the paradise of pain
Shattered hauntings is its chief aim
Abortions on demand ever stick it to the man
It is my hope that someday we will all live to understand,
As a caged rat that was hidden in a tiny hole
Devastation & bloody death grip hold
As road kill is set a shield in torment
Watch out !
I need to find out what it all means,
so I searched for the truth in my dreams,
illusions of a shattered reality, unwoven at its seams.
All of life's cohesion, a plan or just by chance,
the gravity enabling this universal dance,
it all seems to run just like clockwork,
makes me wonder whether it might be Gods work?
So I looked through my minds eye, while I was wearing a monacle,
it really did make this world look..well, rather comical,
the distortions of vision were astronomical!
Atomic particles at a most basic level, I saw God, I fought the Devil!
The smallest atoms you can find, the Higgs Boson and strings that bind,
I even watched as expansion hit rewind!
We're taking leaps out into space, huge accomplishment of the human race,
our solar system we've had a taste, further and deeper, how do you operate?
We'll one day finds Earth's new home, maybe under a giant dome,
or in a galactic ice cream cone? All the stardust that makes my bone.
Northern lights, just a jewel on my throne,
though science says 'it's just ozone'
have your ideas because their your own,
don't allow your mind to be overthrown,
things got hazy, or my mind got lazy,
so I took my rag and I buffed my lens,
it feels like I am bathing in pure cleanse!
Or i'm finally round the bend?
Will my head ever truly mend??
For when your balls knocked over the Wonderwall,
all kinds of delight, short or tall, await those who stumble across that garden,
you'll rub your eyes and pinch your skin, What? Hey? Pardon!
I have a sea view over all eternity, the 1000 you's, the countless me's
Life graces the universe, like a play well rehearsed,
starts with a nurse and ends in a hearse,
after the big rip, it's all in reverse!
As the kids sat around undecided and blaize…
A summer project was needed ever so badly today…
My crew wavered and together finally exclaimed…
They wanted a video and to make it spectacular this time…
Anything less than U Tube quality would be a crime…
So the kids ask for a poem about their favorite fare,
They wanted it full of a large quantity of action and flair.
And the topic they wanted, that warmed their hearts…
Were the antics of Dandylion the cat of our house.
So cat chasing and spying became a spectacular game…
As they watched the kitty pounce upon his little rag mouse.
Then he slid and he jumped as he ran through the house.
He attacked the dogs tails as he snuck up behind…
And he climbed to the window to count birds passing by…
Then he tried to jump on the counter as I made everyone’s lunch.
He had to eat first… there was no other way, than first…
Then later I put the baby down for a nap…
And surprise, surprise!
I found the Kitty next to baby with 4 paws to the sky.
The video, music, and poetry would eventually come to be…
With the older kids stringing it together for me.
It was finally good for a lot of laughs…
As the kids all got copies for dear Mom and Dad…
But now let me instruct and suggest as all videos must:
Though many a one was happily surprised and beset…
No Animals were hurt in the making of “Nap Time for Kitty”...
Of that, you can bet...
< whispers of the wind .........
speak to enchanted sea .........
bp ........ going down
Please whole kit'n'kaboodle me
how rude I'll be
I demand at least
you doodle me
Then how sweet
Now don't you try
to foodle me
You really can't
'cuz I'm smarter
than my poodle be!
Banana me banana you
that make banana two
what a pair of bananas we are
this pair of bananas will go far
NOT MY LITTLE JOY
Everyone who knows knows it shouldn’t have gone this way
A friend I’ve had for eons knows this isn’t the way it should be
That such a threat be handed unto me
My ex-wife Peggy will say the same
That such a strengthened opponent would summon my name
Just three quicksilver years out of high school
Thought I was cruel because those guys seemed cool
Only to be confronted and finally tormented by such a gory ghoul
Without question my parents would tell you “not my boy
Not my boy who blessed this earth with his birth
And oh how cute at only ten days old he could get up on one knee
Things like this don’t happen to him, my husband or me”
And they would say those exact same words only maybe paraphrased a bit
I feel like yelling loud enough for people for miles around to hear me scream “Holy S**t
This isn’t fair and I can’t bear the thought of such a callous end
After my doing things an honest man could never defend
Looking back at the people a hurt badly enough for blood to run
And every single act of selfishness I have ever done
So now, as my every dream, plan and prayer fades
Maybe it’s righteously right that I would contact aids
© 2011.… Phreepoetree
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
With all the consciousness of the world,
and graceless coordination.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.
in an orderly sham.
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.
on a boulder,
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand.
Swatting a fly with the other.
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence?
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him,
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me,
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back,
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.
His old eyes spoke to me,
“I am like you.
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.
Whose concerns are elbow germs?
The bugs we cannot see?
We wash our face and scour both hands
But hinge joint ligaments
Receive no such sentiment
Soaps' a stranger to our winged tips
Located somewhere between the hips
Fractures, aches, arthritis
Funny bones, bumps and bursitis
But elbow germs invite no press
Which is why arm colds are such distress!
How are mosquitos' so different from People?
They take their breakes' at the same time.....
When they go on a smoke brake....
The mosquito break's while they eats'
While people dose nothing....
HINT: Break the skin...
'" CAVE'" =(:-)'s>>>
We weren't married
By a Pastor at Church
In-stead we were married
In a Cave
Yes, we took our vowel's
By me dragging
Her by her hair
Dragging her home
To the Cave
Like a Slave
The same Cave that we
Bared our Cave Children
The same Cave
The one with-out the Den
He promised to build a bigger house
But, he has been saying that....
Since I don't know when...
But, the Cave Woman
She loved her kitchen's nitch
That is where she cook the game
She would say...do you want it salt?
Fore it took so much to cook a meal
It depend on what Cave Man father could
Either kill or steal...
He left this morning
To get him a snack
It was either a giant turtle
Or a brontosaurs
But dinner would attack'
Today, the equivalent of an BIG MAC.
But, never the least
The Big Mac did attack'
He knew with-out stake sauce
Or butter, that He would never
There is no telling how Cave Mother might...
Who ever knew how long it would take
If I could catch him
Would he taste just like stake...
Or a Slim Jim..
We lowered it home
Took him to the house'
Either it would be him
Or would have to settle
We lowered it home'
And took him last evening'
We saved the mouse...
We lowered it home
And took him in-to the house
We ate him last evening
We saved the mouse....
That Cave Woman did what
She could, fore she had four
Their chances' of starving were
That is a fact of life that was
She started a fire
With a stick and a rock
She put then together
The fire was hot
That brontoburgar surely
Hit the spot...
They ate what they could
And saved the rest for later
They had no refrigerator
So, they gave the rest to
The family who sat at the table
Who would eat it much later
************SEE CAVE MAN 11********
To be continued...
As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...
As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.
I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.
And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart.
From pen to paper my words will not flow,
oh how frustrating, I want to shout. How
I wish I could think of some lyric, or line
to put on paper that would look so fine.
What Iv`e got is common enough, It`s
called writers block you see It happens
to the best of us you know.
It can last a day, a month, or a year
brings misery instead of cheer. Knowing
I have words to share, doesnt help,
or improve things at all. I might
as well throw my pen away and
go up the wall.
O- Old and trusted, tried and true,
L- Laughing and watching
Y- Yester years passed, futures generations dreams come true.
M- Most wanted aspirations with-in ones grasp,
P- Paving out remember to cheer,
I- Interesting and spectacular, 2012 be there,
C- City is London ,
S- Site to see, an adventure -OH NO Bomb scare.
This in no way meant to be a bomb scare nor do I encourage them-
it's just my dry sense of humor. Olympics have a safe time there.
dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you
Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL
Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back
There is a dividing line between the chasm fault
Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack
Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?
Clearer heads have prevailed yet
There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?
Yet the heart from within will surface again
Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss
In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor
Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?
Half price sale, half price sale’
Half price sale today.
Into the town centre on a bus
Rode those to be plundered.
Forward the crowd as it swayed
“Charge on your card! The cry
Into the town centre to shop
Rode those to be plundered
Shoppers to the right of them
Shoppers to the left of them
Shoppers all in front of them
Brolly and handbag drawn, at bargains
Storming the shelves they yelled
On to the tills they fell
Into the jaws of debt
Into the hardest sell
Charged those that were plundered
Where are the deals they made?
Oh how they did some trade
All the town wondered
Would bill’s ever be paid
In the homes of those
That were plundered.
Charlie Milne 2008
Thank you and sorry, Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892),
A great poet from a time of the greatest poets.
Relax your mind from any troubles that come your way
Easier said than done…but it’s required of us to have leisure time once in a great while! I have no problem with that whatsoever!
Laze around and put your mind at ease please? Hang out with your friend and have a cup of tea or coffee or any alcoholic beverage! There’s plenty to choose from! There are soft drinks in the refrigerator! There’s orange juice? Milk? Water with ice or without ice perhaps? Please, tell me or I’ll drive you and myself nuts!
And…simply…kick back! Chillax! Everything’s gonna work out in the end for a purpose that’s beyond brilliant! Just let it be…for now!
XOXO’s will be sent to you by a mystery girl (Your secret admirer sends you XOXO’s to you in other wacko words)! Oooh…I wonder who’s that lucky person! Do you have the hearts for her, young man? Whisper ‘yes’ or ‘no’ in my ears and I won’t tell a single soul, I swear from the bottom of my heart!
Allow yourself to get out of your comfort zone and explore the Joyous Island – surely you’ll know where the wind blows!~~~
Never lose touch of wisdom and wise sayings from the elder you’ve met somewhere in your past…use your time wisely, good sir, and don’t forget to be carefree!
Danger might come our way! But, be happy – that’s what it’s s’posed to be, pal! Dangers are but for a moment, so have no fear, dear boy!
Kick back and let yourself unwind for a time! Let everything solve on its own – take a break from the job and God will finish our job in no time if we place it in his hands, we’ll witness his mesmerizing miracles
I’m sorry! I’m so sorry to hear that you’re currently unemployed! I wish you luck in your future findings and your search for jobs of course!
Chit chat with your companion and speak your mind to him…oh buddy – make sure to spend time with each other and do some rather epic activities
Kill the fears and reign over your phobias and be brave instead! Everything will be OK! No need to feel this overwhelming amount of dread!
Believe me – I’m not a pro at being worry-free, but I am able to give you tips about how to decrease your anxiety (I hope you take them into consideration and I hope it proves to be helpful in your daily life)
Ah…right! The title is redundant – silly me...I should’ve caught that before writing this composition, but it’s too late now – this verse is about to be done and it would be another chore to change it up! Funny, I just noticed the title and its “accident” – that, my friend, is heelarious!
Chilly- the weather is… you should’ve worn a sweater or something of that type of clothing!
Kangaroos spend their leisure time, hopping happily – will you do the same or get all worked up all over again?
The morning we came to shore
I noticed you needed a snore
Aye, the rocking voyage
Our limbs fastened 'neath the tunnage
Stow-aways, legs and arms a-curl
Our union tested in the Maritime swirl
Honey, what was that? Your color has gone purple!
Baby--don't go! God help this poor cripple!
Wait, I see, coming out of the trees
I see someone! (grunt)-Can't even get on my knees!
Oh, to renew your heart and my legs!
Our riches may as well be rags.
Darling you're so still.
Your chest barely heaves.
That man, he's coming towards us now.
"Oh, please, help us, please!
I've stolen all the kings gold, and rubies off the monuments.
My wife has freed all his parakeets, and all his personal elephants.
There's a bounty on our heads, and I'll give you all we've stolen
If you only save my wife I'll deliver you my last token!"
He can't hear me, this coastal wind how it moans
Or is that you, my dear? Though look here! The man carries no mere stones,
A hatchet, a radio, and a wheel of cheese, which will he employ?
I hope the hatchet's for the cheese, and the radio for songs of joy!
Dear, are you still there?
i use to lie awake at night
and ponder of this pointless life
up for hours and not make a sound
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart
and realized it was just indigestion
than like a sensible person, i began to question
and out of those questions, came rational thought
and all of the things in school i was taught
like critical thinking and following facts
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty
*****Can you honestly answer this one question..*******
If "God" were to be a passenger in your car
How many driver's would their be?
Answer: It depends on whether your car has two wheel's or one!
******Question of the day....++++
How do you keep a Poetry Soup Poet or anybody else in suspense?
Answer: To be continued.....Ha! Ha!. He,He...luv. luv------
This 1966 mustang that i own
It unique and thinks it has it own throne
Oh yes it drives
Thats until the engine dies
Was this car ever fast
To me it seems out classed
Since last year I've worked on this car
Everyone knows i haven't got that far
But i know it has potential
Even thought i just broke it rear end differential
It doesn't roar
And no its not like that greek god thoar
More or less its funny
I should call it a big lovable bunny
You are fine with your clothes off or on.
That’s what I tell my man when we alone.
Your body is tight with skin olive bright.
I see you even when I close my eyes at night.
Your eyes are hazel brown.
You are as handsome as a clown.
When you exert, your biceps makes me take a deep breath Samson.
Don’t cut your hair and lose the strength.
This is your best emphasis.
Your muscles enhance everything.
Hugs and kisses on the lips.
So firm, can’t get enough of them.
We are lovers afflicted.
Sponsor: POETESS DARKLY
Contest Name: Funny Face
Entry Date: March 14, 2014
Motif: Best Features
The young dream their dreams away at night
Hoping they come true
A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young
Too naive to understand the ways of the world
Determined as ever to achieve their dreams
The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish
They had dreams but unknowingly never came true
You go from living a world full of dreams
To living the reality that is life
Why do we let our dreams die
We were so excited as young kids
At the foot step of our dreams
Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb
To make our dreams come true
Did we simply quit
Because of society’s pressure
Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night
Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts
Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it
Why do dreams die so quickly
When we spent years of our youth
Hoping that we could get an opportunity
To make them come true
Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die
Another season of Survivor is almost at an end.
That there will be a "shocking twist", you can depend.
Jeff will be snarky, and the Jury, too.
"Why should we give a million dollars to YOU?"
"Let me explain why I'm the best player EVER!"
That is every remaining contestant's endeavor.
Immunity Challenge victories are a must to move on.
If you fail at those, you will likely be gone.
There will be strategizing all day, and conspiring all night.
With only 5 Castaways left, the end is in sight.
At the final Tribal Council, we will finally get to the vote.
But before it is read, Jeff will hop into a boat.
The suspense is nerve-wracking, who will win Survivor this season?
Will the Jury be vindictive, or vote with common sense and reason?
After Jeff reads the votes, the winner is announced live.
The audience erupts like a swarming beehive.
The time has now come for the "One Hour Live Reunion Show".
The questions begin; there's so much we want to know.
Were there any secret scandals, does everybody hate each other now?
Will Jeff get an amazed look on his face, and say surprisedly, "Wow!"?
Last but not least, we will get Previews for next season's show.
The anticipation is crescending, soon it will overflow.
Next thing you know, Survivor is over once again.
Soon, the emptiness and despair will descend.
How will we survive the next 2 months of our lives?
The trauma will surely make us all break out into hives!
Just when we think we can function no more,
And we're crying like babies down on the floor.
Right at the time when we begin to think that our spirits have been broken,
We hear the glorious words of Jeff, "The tribe has spoken!"!
Our spirits are renewed, Survivor is back one more time!
I can finally put an end to this silly rhyme!
Thursday nights will once again be the best.
We will find another favorite player, to whom our hearts will invest.
We will hope they form the right alliances and play the game smart.
To be voted out, would be a dagger to our hearts!
Survivor will live on, this thread will NEVER die!
When next season ends, we will once again cry.
The summer will be boring, we will be counting the days,
Until the Fall Season arrives with a new group of castaways.
If you read this entire poem, I am extremely impressed!
Survivor fans are truly the best!
I can't wait to join you, on the Survivor journey next year!
Until then, I wish you good luck and good cheer!
1. I nee some bo, bo paper!
2. Kiss my bo..bo...
3. Liar, Liar sock's on fire!
4. Life is hope
I need some Pope
Hope is man folks....
5. Mercy Said No...No ischeca-duta in bed....
Isch-cha-denta a pillow to night
So daddy, Isheah-denta-ooo and I love you too.
6. I didn't Isch-cha-duae to day'
But for my own sake I will pray this way
7. Mercy said no Ish-chu-de to night
Cause I said so
A pillow to sleep on my bed
And a Gorilla in my head
I am kind of scared
That Gorilla might Ischeh-duta-eat me'
Look under my bed Uncle Gary
Every little girl want's to Isch-cah-duta some-time's...... :-)'s.....Kiss>kiss
I saunter and trot up and down my stairway—I’m wholly overwhelmed!
And yet another crew of questions poke at me while I scramble about in my mind:
“So, how did the move go, sir?”
“Did the moving procedure lead to a good or a bad direction?”
“Did yah get all of your materials, my dear boy!?”
“What kind of memories will you form in your new home?”
And yet another trash bag is pulled out from my cabinet!!
“I’ll have to dispose of you all!!!”
After a few moments of anger, I consider the last volunteering question with much guilt:
“Is it really time to flee?”
I nod up and down—that’s my answer to your plea!
Now will you let me be?
tell me what is normal,
and i won't act the part,
screaming in the night,
to lift a heavy heart,
hear the song of friends,
they sing it in your ear,
telling you again,
that fear is what you fear,
so smile little heart,
and dance out in the rain,
will the awesome colors,
make you dance in vain?
make sense to you? it does to me. bwahahahaha
Thank-YOU POETRYSOUP Family, Thank-YOU very Much YOUR POETRYSOUP brother...HG
School Lunch --- Kid Munch --- Dane Ann
Sleepy --- Snooze Buffoon --- Dane Ann
Stink --- Lizard Gizzard --- Dane Ann
Stunned --- Dazed Amazement --- Dane Ann
Terrific --- Amazing Marvels --- Dane Ann
Tunnel --- Traffic Funnel --- Dane Ann
Undulate --- Love Ripple --- Dane Ann
Vicious --- Violent Victory --- Dane Ann
Violent --- Brutal Bruiser --- Dane Ann
Wink --- Glitter Glimpse --- Dane Ann
Will --- Desire Aspire --- Dane Ann
Righteous Indignation --- Wasting Your Love's Patience --- John Moses Freeman
Ketchup --- Flavor Master --- Dane Ann
Kindness --- Kindling Care --- Dane Ann
Layer --- Endless Clucking --- Dane Ann
LOVE --- Perky Permanence --- Dane Ann
Moonshine --- Booze Punch --- Dane Ann
Mundane --- Earth's Reign --- Dane Ann
Necessary --- Vital Vittles --- Dane Ann
Opulent --- Lavish Living --- Dane Ann
Psychiatrist --- Mind Baker --- Dane Ann
Quick --- Speedy Deed --- Dane Ann
Rebellious --- Rowdy Ranting --- Dane Ann
Travel Center --- Tour Allure --- Robert A. Dufresne
POT --- Metal Kettle --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vegetarian --- Hungry Humanitarian --- Robert A Dufresne
Jam --- Toast Host --- Robert A. Dufresne
Opaque --- Solid State --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (1) --- Family Tree Spree --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (2) --- Kin Sin --- Robert A. Dufresne
Undulation --- Vexing Vibration --- Robert A Dufresne
Quick --- Time Flick --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vortex --- Whimsical Whirlpool --- Robert A. Dufresne
Query --- Quizzical Quest --- Robert A. Dufresne
Subway --- Electro Metro --- Robert A. Dufresne
Yea --- N'ary a Nay --- Robert A Dufresne
Chrazy Caos --- A Mell of a Hess ---Robert A. Dufresne
Kite --- Light WRIGHT --- Robert A. Dufresne
Chaos --- Naught Of Christ --- John Moses Freeman
Exoressions --- Word Whisperer --- Rhoda Galgiani
Kitty Kats --- Furry LOVE --- Rhoda Galgiani
Single --- Poetic Peace --- Rhoda Galgiani
Compact --- Edited Epic --- Karen O'leary
In the morning a zombie I am till the night when I turn into a party animal
I party here and I party there
A party where I'm at
I see a hottie on my right
I wink here and I wink there
I look right at you hoping you'll come over
You look right at me
I lick my lips whispering come over here hoping you can read my lips
You come over asking for a dance to the lady next to me
Maybe you thought I was crazy but then the guy next to you came over
He was chatting up a storm with me.
He wink here and he wink there right at me
He ask for a dance
Step on that foot and step on the other
Oh how bad a dancer can one be
My feet are swollen and very painful
As sweet as he is when day light come a zombie I'll be
He'll ask for a kiss and I will deny because a zombie I'll turning into
Time to go good bye you and good bye to the hottie I wanted to take home
Good morning all time to rest these zombie eyes
everyone has one.they can be old names.they can be different names.they
can be celebrity names.they can be silly names!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do not know?
ACHTUNG, MES AMIS
The islands resolutely isolated from the shore
had atmosphere : they were redolent of an insolence
which betokened ‘Do come and get me, if you damn well dare.’
Its minor mountains, be amazed, look, of an eminence
protruding from deceptively calm waters past La Manche,
scant altitude, but attitude, enough to sink their fleets;
with birds whose complaints and laughter would fill the Sunday rags,
and tempt to silly invasions - all coupled with defeats.
Come, ask yourselves, oh Latin Ones, on what does this depend ?
You win with words, or food; pr’aps you’re not right, quite, for the fight ?
Ye Krauts, at our shores your ambitions flounder to their end,
perhaps it’s time that you give up, kowtow, and see the light ?
For friends, that’s what, deep down, we know you really, truly are,
of course we’ll squabble, we’re close, that goes without being said.
Just as long as you give us space - without the laws you need -
with you we will even break our white, sliced, and pre-packed bread ....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
(Challenge words : island resolute isolated redolent
mountain amazed water birds laughter flounder)
Out of the heart
Springs the many issues of life amidst
Throughout a distant embracing strife
Out of the heart a modest choice to make
In ardent springs embraced upon temporal negate
Comes about a correlation within its peace
Strong is it may seem
Out of the heart some may disagree/
Out of the heart...
One may equate logical persuasion out of a mist filled with reality;
The tender soil still quickens lending it to art as in some specific touch
Through a variation in a dream falling apart at the seams
Some are even very eager to engage in its deepest sympathy?
One may negate truth thus in order to twist its factual to live the lie?
Still others equate logical persuasion amidst;
Out of the heart form the issues of the heart/
Through darkened shades of Pine some may even spring a leak?
We still know what tomorrow might bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallem mankind
We stand amazed at the glue of false fabrication
Twisted thoughts filled with thunder amidst its period of priority
Justification by faith yet they negate logic for a side order of fear
Twisted minds that plug destruction blaming third degree of fire on their very souls
Neglect to pick up the cross & to follow then soaring into sorrow
Never any hopes for a brighter nor that a better tomorrow;
Out of the heart the mouth will speak amidst the madness deepened creek/
Throughout darkened shades of Pine soiled in the breeze with illogical persuasion
We all still know not what tomorrow may bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallen mankind
Under the surface of the bone filled there is still a layer of skin
Whence, do I need to ever begin again
Fallen man amidst a rise of the angry pagan
Flashlights with a dull pitch formidable response in its equated logical filled lies
Does all of the lie come at any logical big enough surprise?
A stranger came up to me
Speaking in riddles
Inspiration incites the inscence within that incarnates indigo indians.
I did not know what he ment until he followed up with:
"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."
- Jack London
what he was
Sleepy, I walked down the senior hallway
The last door on the left seemed miles away
But I was determined to make it
It was 7:26 in the morning, assignment due 7:30
My hands were sweating bullets
Felt as if every senior had their eyes on me
Assignment in hand, I started my journey
Nerd, jocks, cheerleaders all bunched together in one walk-way
You would think I was a running back, of some sort
Dodging the potential mayhem
Judy with the big booty was being so loud
Laughing and screaming with her friends
Drew and the crew obnoxious as usual,
Were going over plays, at least it looked like it
Trampling any victim in their path
The Nerd Bird flocking in e=mc2
Calculate who will have a date in time for prom
Starting with Judy, my hands were no match
The sound waves catapulted me into the lockers
Side to side I juked, spun, and jumped
Like a magnet bouncing off the rhinoceros crew
For the Nerds, I only had to say one thing…
“I already have a date for prom…”
That sent them into a mathematical frenzy
Looking at their watches they said, “Prom is exactly
218 days 13 hours 27 minutes and 10 seconds away…
There is no way you have your date!”
While they babbled on I was on the move
The last mayhem was upon me: The hall monitor
He already saw my awesome display of athleticism
But didn’t find it amusing, He was one of those guys…
If you dropped a piece of paper on the floor, detention
I just distracted him by saying, “I didn’t have breakfast…”
We both didn’t know where that came from
So I just kept waking while he was still confused
Stumbled into class, discrediting my previous display
And turned in my homework assignment
In justification marked on its pivotal blank page yet fully intact
Gone our the days to frolic in a haze
We tend to vomit on each others neck
In regret with sore vent Vlad Impolaric ways
You stoled my heart then ran the distant mile away
Filtered in the mass hysteria with tiny nerves to sway
No shelter to cry we all fall for the lie
The liar is in us all
A peril excuse to next abuse
With a tug at the heart vanquished to even run the final mile
A jewel of the Nile with glasse cracked in desolation
Straight to Hell on your next vacation,
Surfing the videos on the web
What the Hell is going on inside our head?
Sweltering heat with bloodshed in our street,
The mind falters then crys with an ellusive side
Faltering critics in darkened demise having fins for teeth
Shattered in the wind six times then we begin again.
Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven.
“Hello Sir”! Welcome to Waffle House America’s favorite place to eat!
Some say we are the closest thing next to God's Great Heaven!
We have a confusing language of our own, the blabbering towers of the real “April Showers”
Service with a smile that has walked the many hard-earned extra tenths of miles,
Nothing computerized with files, just organized by our own genuine unique styles.
Waitresses are serving with hard enduring time and each crosses over a mighty fine line,
Master grill operators optimize a divine talent marking your plates perfectly aligned.
Friday and Saturday nights the party train arrives blessed coffee to the many lips we’ll revive.
Regulars and irregulars you’re served just the same, pardon me did I really get your name?
Loud ones, quiet ones, and even the picky ones strive to come back to us,
Here we bring back the basics of being alive.
Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, or topped?
So do you want them “All the way or just partly aflame”!
Young, old, or different at being indifferent just being sane,
Especially when the “Waffle House Way” is to say the first “HELLO”!
“Morning Mam”! Can I get you your usual or will you be having something different “TO GO”?
Brief moments of insanity with the moods that walk through our doors,
Thank God for every single one of those Jukeboxes!
The quality of service opening an eye to the sly foxes,
We’d really be in trouble if we sold liquors!
Foreign, military, and even civilian are in and out,
Our servers are like the gold stored at Fort Knox.
So what can we get you today that you haven’t already had before?
“The Waffle House Way” America shouts!
It’s like being home because that’s what we are all about.
Of a rogue wizard who's lust for power ended when he tried to steal the Dragons
The ensuing explosion ened all life and brought about Calydorns death.
How the portal that was hastily opened to save any creatures that could follow.
had an unexpected mutation quality. Now in his own pity he does wallow.
He marked his own fate that day when he stepped through the portal.
No longer an enchanted warrior long lived, he is now just a mere mortal.
The grumpy Gnomes now decorate yards and gardens with smiles frozen on their face.
Pixies are now Humming Birds who dart flower to flower with speed and grace.
Wizards who made it through now speak to spirits for T.V. show ratings.
Brownies now bake cookies, to be sold by little girls out side grocery stores waiting.
But the hardest thing there is that he has to tell,
Is the once regal Unicorn are now the seas Nar Whales.
yes, it's Calydorn he dreams each night drunk on bitter ale.....
For Fantasy contest
Hosted by: Tirzah Conway
Bottom of the ninth and we’re down
by two, let’s just see what our team can do.
Here we go ladies and gentlemen,
can our team comeback and win.
Our leadoff batter is up at the plate,
I must say he has been hitting great.
He’s got the sign and here's the pitch,
it’s thrown down in the ditch.
So we have one ball and no strikes,
low and away is what he likes.
Here’s pitch number two,
what will the anxious batter do.
He swings his mighty bat,
deep to centerfield is where it’s at.
Quickly he rounds first base,
while to the ball the fielder does race.
Safely at third our guy does rest,
now all we can do is hope for the best.
Trying to control the quivers,
he winds up and delivers.
His sinker dropped like lead,
but is popped over the shortstop’s head.
The hitter arrives safely at first,
now here is a batter well versed.
So we see a fastball is thrown,
a big mistake he should have known.
The ball is up and going deep,
possibly a souvenir for someone to keep.
It is way back and out of here,
every fan begins to cheer.
Our team went on the attack,
and despite the odds have came back.
Looks like the game is done,
for in the bottom of the ninth we won.
You Rode Into My Town
Gunned all The Lonely Deputies Down
Blew-Up The Bank Of Trust, In Our Face …
Where, There Was Hope … Is Now Empty Space …
… Now, I Gotta Chase You ! …
Armed and Dangerous
Jesse James, Would Be Jealous
… of You – Outlaw !
You’re Outrageous …
… and You’re An Outlaw ! …
Stealing Hearts, Like They Was Gold
… Silver Bullets, Are The Lies, You Told
Just A Masked-Man, Running Away …
No Longing-Arms, Can Make You Stay
… This Is Where You Pay (Now) ! …
# 1 On Our Wanted List …
They Told Me You Never Miss ! …
… In A Duel, or A Quick Kiss …
… You’re An Outlaw !
Rustlin’ Cows and Cheating at Cards
Done Knocked Down, Many A Weak and Off-Guard
I Will Chase You Long and Hard
To Show You, How It Feels To Be Scarred …
… My Personal Reward ! …
$ 10,000.00 Reward
A Dollar, For Each Broken Heart
… Better Get A Head-Start …
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / That’s What All Outlaws Sing!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Then, This is Just A Real Bad Dream!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Stop! … Then, Where’s Her Dadgum Ring? …
You Avoid Honor, Like A Hangman’s Noose
Out There, Wild and Still Running Loose
Wanted Posters, Up On Every Wall
When They Look At It … Tears Just Fall …
… You’re A Real Quick-Draw ! …
Look At That Brim …
Cocked-Low, Like A Trigger-Rim …
… Yeah, That’s Him ! …
… It’s The Outlaw ! …
This is Showdown For Nerves-On-Edge
No More Hide-Outs; Not Another Hedge
No More Ladies, Lying On A Ledge
No More Lies, Or A Broken Pledge …
… See This Badge !!! …
I Shoot Straight From A Curve-Hip …
You Won’t Get To Give Me The Slip …
You’re Gonna Get Wild-Whipped …
Girl, I Know You’re Hurtin’ / But He Was Only Flirtin’
Luv, Stop Your Crying / Break Free From His Lying
Hon, I’m Doing You A Favor / He Ain’t Never Gonna Put No Ring On Your Finger …
He’s An Outlaw !
(Part One of Two)
Nuthin’, But Trouble and Texas-Tuff
But for You – Stuff’s About To Get Rough
By Now, You Should Have Had Enough
Now, Make Your Choice, Hang ‘Em High, or Cuffs ? …
… Come Out With Your Hands Us ! …
Are You That Hot-Bloodied, Heart Killer ? …
Well, You Look A Lot Like Him, Mister …
… by the way, that You Kissed Her …
You’re An Outlaw !
Beneath Stars or by Light Of The Moon
I’m Riding Fast … Will Catch Up Soon
Midnight … Will Be Our Stroke Of High Noon
I Stand-Steady … I Will Not Swoon …
… This Is Your Once In A Blue Moon ! …
… and Outlaw ! … I’m Calling You Out !
Outlaw ! … Come Out, Of Your Hide-Out !
Outlaw ! … There Is No Doubt …
… You’re My Outlaw …
Outlaw ! … I’m Bringing You In !
… You’ll Never Ride The Range Again
Outlaw ! … ‘Cause Only Then …
… You’ll Be My Outlaw … Outlaw !
My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts
The pains ive felt slowly strip away
Anger replaced with a numbing flay
Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke
Sailing me to the land of hope
Worries washed away
For now this is how I will spend my day
Spralled out on the couch,
Joint in my mouth
The ship officer and the Lady
As I waited for my ship to dock at the onion pier,
a clerk came and handed me a bag of garlic for
the ship, I told him I had not ordered any and
showed him my three silver rings on my uniform.
He smirked and said I must have borrowed it to
impress the gullible, I shrank inside the uniform
and could not see my hands and feet.
Met a lady who was waiting for the ship too, she
was the wife of the chief engineer, and together
we strolled to the end of the dock, where
I resentfully threw the bag of garlic into the sea
where it swelled, became a life boat that slowly
drifted away. Back at the spot where the ship was
supposed to dock we’re told the ship had come
and gone. The lady sat on a pollard crying, took
her wedding ring off and threw it into the water,
I, who had taken Lasix 40, peed into the same sea
and its water turned pink. “Truly, this man is
a saint someone whispered”. Confident again
I swelled in the uniform and could see my hands
and feet . The clerk asked forgiveness and kissed
the onyx ring on my left index finger and gave me
another bag of garlic.
Shore life for old Sailor
I found a sweet shop in the middle of nowhere, bought a box
of Swiss chocolate took my sack of hay given to me by a kind
farmer so I could make a mattress. Now I sleep on top of
the big kitchen table for fear of rats, with only a horse blanket
between me and hard old oak. The candy seller’s daughter is
getting married to her own image, a gilded mirror. Last night
I fell off the table dreamed I was back at sea and the ship was
pitching and rolling; bet I gave the rats a fright.
I went to the wedding of the candy man’s daughter, it was
a sweet affair, colurful bonbons rained from the roof and
the priest looked as he was on a sugar rush, he cried when
she tenderly kissed the looking glass.
Things are looking up for me too, the farmer gave me another
sack of hay and a rat catching terrier. I never made a mattress,
gave the fodder to a starving mule. I sleep in a hammock and
it carries my dreams across many oceans.
When this happened it caught the world off guard
An epic scene, a memory that you could not discard
Who would have guessed these two titans of obesity and tooth decay
Would break so many kid's hearts in such an upsetting way
The loving memories before this you could not forsake
The day Twinkie the Kid battled Captain Cupcake
Toucan Sam would choose sides and give the Kid some twine
Cap'n Crunch would throw his fellow Captain a life line
Fruity Pebbles took one side and Trix Rabbit took the other
Aunt Jemima split sides with Uncle Ben her twin brother
Count Chocula severed ties with his long time friend Tony the Tiger of Frosted
Nobody realized how much trouble was started when Twinkie the Kid battled
Now both state their case in front of the FDA
This is to determine who goes and who stays
The Twinkie Kid tells about his spongy outside
Captain Cupcake fires back with his pure chocolate pride
Captain Cupcake mumbles I bet you would get seasick
Twinkie the Kid hears and replies I know a rotund fella like you couldn't control a
lasso or perform horse riding tricks
In the end, they both reconcile and admit trying to outdo one another was a big
Generations down the road, history will repeat itself with a legendary battle of
belly busters between Twinkie the Kid and Captain Cupcake
I do not know?
Those people at Geico think that we cavemen are fools.
We don't appreciate their condescending commercials.
When I saw those commercials, I was shocked.
They think I'm stupid just because I sleep on a rock.
My cavemen buddies and I are really pissed.
But we do enjoy having Talia Shire for a therapist.
They think I'm primitive just because I carry a club and scratch my butt.
Why do people think that we cavemen are idiots?
This is the man that I am
No need for a detective because I have few mysteries
Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind
I put my life into words for the whole world to read
I hope you enjoy what you see
A South Korean English teacher by night
An avid writer by day
A helpless romantic somewhere in between
The smile and joy from my students is priceless
Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well
I feel that everything in my life is finally going well
From my writings you may find that hard to tell
Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables
To convey happy emotions and attract more followers
You are getting my life through my eyes
I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things
I write what I have seen and how it has effected me
My adventures and journeys have been vast
Come with me on this ride
Together we can both be pleasantly surprised
With what I will write
This is the the man that I am
Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com
once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane
Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,
Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !
Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/
The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !
A heart can bleed an evil deed
Yet in nature lie dormant after the fall
A return to fear after all
The climatic edge toward their own demise
Still a word to the wise
A sin will always find you out
This ought to give the sinner something to bitch & pout
To light a flame in shouts of anguish after the fall
Barbed wire fences social advances & no it alls
Search for words left unaided in its time
The curb of enthusiasm and the sublime
In anguish the soul longs for rest
In being cursed with fear to never have rest
In anguish the appease of the blind
We live for vile excess
Still a challenge to be free is a quest for time...
To travel alone amidst darkened caverns with portals of instant doom
We have relatives that beg of you to clean your room
This does nothing to stregnthen the heart
To light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
Vengence is mine the Lord will repay
Giving papal homage in which to bow the knee to pray
In papal square thwart in fear
An ego scream to shed a single tear
Yet no need to fear in which to hide
Along the garb of social compromise
A word from the wise
I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
Yet not having her in my arms was driving me totally insane!
Cursed be the man or woman who will take no heed
To revere a sovereign Lord in which took the blows
The blood soaked sweat on his brow in timeless appease of want
No where to lie his head in homage toward the dead
Cursed is the one who will not be blessed
Our blessed Lord once again is putting you to the ultimate test
An eagle will fly through the sky in sense of direction
A hero's reflection in never second guessing
A heart that is fixed on the natural will never succeed so take heed!
Cursed is every man that hangs on the tree
Please let this be me?
swinin' in he trees
of the summer breeze
be careful what you show-
I didn't have to know
my dear Louise-
that you wear BVD's
did I hear you sneeze?
has such great exertion
to your knees?
dear, tell me if you please-
why you feel you must-
be such a darn ol' tease?
one of deez..(Brooklyn talk)
my lovely girl Louise
again you're on your knees
this time intent to please
my dearest, dearest friend-
I'm so heart-broken
to have to tell you-
my sweet lovely Louise
that we have discovered
you're infested with lots of fleas
watch out in the trees!
that you thought it was..
turns out a hive of bees!
my special one, my friend...
I'll bet you are unique
in all the 7 seas
you gotta come down now-
a letter you have received
seems the "Louise Rhyming Club"
has not received their fees...
come on now!
you listen with great ease..
but do little but say
"oh, my, oh my, oh Jeeze...."
Louise-dear girl it's time to eat-
so get down from the trees-
we have your favorite cheeze!
come down, right now, this instant!
for our door got locked somehow
and I can't get in without you-
because my dear Louise-
you are the only one...
who has the Louise keys....
so get started folks! let's make this the first whole community project!!
regards, and Smile! God dang it!!
ROCKIN' TWITTER :The original twitter song (Parady of ROCKIN' ROBIN) BY
He rocks in the TREEHOUSE all a day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-TWITTERING' the song
All the little FOLLOWERS on T-COM WEB.
Love to hear the TWITTERS goin' tweet tweet tweet
Rockin' TWITTER (tweet tweet tweet)
Rockin' TWITTER (tweet tweet tweet)
Oh rockin' TWITTER well you really gonna TWEET tonight
Every little TROLL, every FOLLOWEE
Every little SPAMMER in the tall oak tree
The wise old GURU, the big black GIRL
TAPPING them FINGERS sayin' go TWITTER go
A wordy little BLOGGER at the HOMIES first POST
Taught him how to do the TEXT and it was grand
He started TAPPIN' steady and bless my soul
He out popped the HASH and the FOLLOW
He rocks in the TREEHOUSE all a day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-TWITTERING' the song
All the little FOLLOWERS on T-COM WEB.
Love to hear the TWITTERS goin' tweet tweet tweet
ORIGINAL LYRICS BY BOBBY DAY (ROCKIN' ROBIN)
In time corpse shine twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
Shooting blanks at the rooster just supose another number feeling somber
Doesn't any wonder?
The inclusion within vile pathetic outrage
Shooting blanks as busy as Tyra Banks in bikini eating linguini
Torpedo, remember Frank Serpico?
Frantic in Autumn looking brightly colored orange
In pivotal choices sense of remoseful inclusion
In dirty laundry vile smell who could tell
A window opens air will blow to breath in the steam,
Shouts of glory to untold story morning glory;
Shooting blanks getting lost in the shark tank
Romantic interlude toward vanity
In tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie
Shooting Blanks in the phone at the door
At the beach while Mrs. Polly eating a peach.
So you can crush my hopes
Destroy my dreams
Puncture my heart
Murder my self esteem
Vaporize my personal confidence
Humiliate my ego
While throwing me into an abyss of self doubt
On the bright side
You will give me plenty of new material
To write about
I guess I should be in a relationship more often
I guess this is the life of a writer
Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com
as we celebrate that glorious event known as Palm Sunday
what do you think that donkey Jesus rode would have to say?
to ride on a donkey was once regarded as a symbol of peace
a state that we in this modern era just can't seem to reach
but I'm so glad that I serve a God of peace and harmony
and I'm so glad that He sent His Son Jesus to save me
Jesus came into town riding on an untamed ass
the people were so joyful they threw palm leaves across His path
but He was not the type king that they expected
and before the week was out by them He was rejected
I often wondered what was on the mind of that untamed beast
on the day that Jesus rode him into the midst of that feast
never before to have been ridden by any type of being
so what do you think that donkey was spiritually receiving?
the Gospel according to an ass
to know that the Prince of Peace has come at last
God has a plan for each of us and it's full of His mercy and grace
but in order to receive it you need to be in the right place
positioned for your purpose you just need to be
in that place where of you the Lord our God can see
for when God is ready to move in your life you need to be found
in the right place at the right time standing on higher ground
Jesus needed that beast at that appointed hour
and it was positioned by Father God's almighty power
its destiny to be ridden by Jesus the Christ the Son
a triumphant symbol of peace because its time had come
a donkey is usually perceived as difficult, stubborn and headstrong
but is an intelligent beast just don't lead it in a way that is wrong
they have a sense of perception and self-preservation
are very easy to train just don't put it in a precarious situation
it was sure-footed and purposely positioned in the right place
the Gospel according to an ass to be ridden with God's saving grace
it was a kyros moment it was a sight to be seen
on the back of an ass Jesus the Christ, the King of Kings
in the right place with the proper perspective positioned for its purpose at last
and that is the Gospel according to an ass
I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler.
The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine.
Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line.
Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be,
The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers.
Dark and dinghy I continued to look and see,
The Private Cellar locked with no key.
Back and forth my knees break and bend,
Leaning back reaching across the floor I’m at my end.
Walls and tunnels with no light in sight,
Lo and behold I’m a match to light in flight.
Panting and hissing with many more needs to please,
The darn bats were the trickiest thieves.
Cold and sweaty I continued to be a crook.
The Private Cellar is where I found the baited hooks.
Facsimiles burst in the jungle
Gestures pulling paint off the wall
I've seen it all
Crouched, hideaway consumer companion choice
Urgency gather fervently
Upsetting the sewage balance
Garden shears hanging sturdy frames
Blue collar bastion glowing brain
A belt buckle preacher enlivened struggle
Suicide ransom beneath the huddle
I'm making waves
And riding them too
Street animal casting feather balloons
Whispering a marching tune
I was carried away up and over a topped stack just the other day,
By the oceans of blue cascading across shadows of magnifying rays of sunlight!
One by one they dashed through the trickery Sun as if they had no night.
I was drawn much closer in watching the Moon reflecting on the ones that sway.
Then I was taken by the swishy swore of the bouncy Sea rolling as the tide came in.
I just so happen to be taking a much deeper breath as the stars lit up like shields of sheer.
Breathless I just took it all in, over and over again until I saw there was truly no end.
Marveled, just down right marveled at the time I already just simply spend,
Then I saw a most wondrous bumbling bee, soaring aimlessly through Majestical Land.
All in a single moment with time to spare, I saw balls of bouncing thunderous lights.
Then it was a much greater reach for a more logistical articulate helping hand.
Then I saw big white fluffy balls unfolding in the heavenly quaking open sky.
One by one colliding atop the luxury of just floating or shuffling them self right on by.
Marveled, downright marveled at what was passing me by, I just knew I’d die.
I absolutely was standing beneath the Majesties undeniably clever designated plans.
I saw blueprints and designs above the weighty scales and receipts.
What strategy for self-defeat with the books I write and keep!
Hooting and hollering cheering louder in Majestical Land, with my brilliant plan!
But then I was carried all the way back to the toppling stack,
The Majestical Land amazingly had not one single little lack.
“Marveling I tell you”! “Just down right Marveling”!
Of Calydorn he speaks each night while drinking bitter ale.
Of battles won and battles lost out on the planes of Veil.
His own armorment of sword and shield, leather and chainmail.
The mighty stead he rode in battle and hunting the Great Thorn Tail.
The blackened stone of fortress walls, from Dragons fiery breath.
Wizards who cast their magic spells at a kings request.
The bewitched moat the encircles the castle and it's spiked drawbridge entrance.
The way the two moons violet light gave it all a spectral appearance.
The inner halls he walked and could feel the magic's whispering ways.
It flowed as wine upon the air to affect all things fey.
Yes, his tales he will share with you anytime, for a cup of ale that's free.
Each gulp he takes germinates the details like a seed.
The young men and the old, gather round him to listen,
Captivated by his words and the unfolding vision.
While ale is flowing freely, he speaks low as if he shouldn't tell
About the other beings that lived within Calydorns realm.
he tells them all about the Gnomes who lived in the woods.
Grumpy tricksters that they be, kept most trespassers lost for good.
How the green and silver Pixies tended to the flowers.
Flitting here and there, tirelessly for hours.
Then he tells them of the Brownies who never really worked a day.
They use their mystic little powers to do their chores so they can joke and play.
Of his favorite creature he loved to speak was the Majestic Unicorn.
With it's powers over life and death and golden rings within its horn.
Yes, he tells of creatures unheard of by them, that he experienced each day.
And how when people choose not to believe, magic will simply die away.
That was the times within his telling he seemed to fade into his own mind.
His red rimmed eyes would go dull and his teeth he would grind.
Then a single tear would slide down his stubbled cheek.
And once again he would drink and continue to speak.
Solemnly he now tells of what befell his world.
And how he landed in their midst, while his drink he would swirl.
To Be Continued..........
I'm lean, I'm mean, I'm tough as nails
Nothing could frighten me
I'm ready to defend my turf
as you can plainly see
Ju-Jitsu man, master of knife and sword,
Can shoot an eye out at a mile...
No fool would be so foolish
as to dare challenge me...
You see before he'd even know it,
I'd break his stupid knee
No Superman or Batman
Would dare to take on me
But, well, Mighty Mouse, that's another story,
Which leads us to our yarn..
But first let me emphasize
I am mighty, mighty macho
I'll never suffer hurt
I'm such a mighty he-man,
Even when I wear a skirt!
As Ive shown, I've always rules
My kingdom is my house
Until one winter's day
When I was attacked by a tiny mouse!
He scurried out from beneath the sink
and caught me by surprise,
That dastardly little bully!!
Just what did he thinK?
I saw bloodthirsty menace in his eyes..
I jumped up on the table
knew not if i should have fled
The frightful thought then came to me
What if now he's in my bed??
So I shored up my fading courage
Went to enroll in Mouse Martial Arts
I'll get that little bast_rd..
Before he terrifies more hearts
So when i graduated,
back to home I went
Helmet,armor, side-arms, baseball bat,
and mace and gas-mask too...
I knew I was now prepared,
For whatever he may do!
I searched the house that evening,
But find him i could not...
Now worried he went for friends...
that evil little snot!!
500 mose-traps I then set
Comforted, so off to bed I went
Woke up from a bad mouse-dream,
in the middle of the night,
To the bathroom i had to go
My bladder told me so,
Now if you can imagine
Being caught in 50 traps
Then you may envision
What was about to elapse...
Oww!Oww!Oww!, Oh, Mercy Me! is what I cried!
As mouse traps snapped right and left
My poor old bludgeoned feet!
Paid the price for my stupidity
And not being at all too deft!
I pee'd myself in pain,
It flowed from me like rain!
Luckily in spite of many a hurtful trap,
my pants I did not crap!
So let this be a lesson,
If a mouse wants to live with you,
Just choke down on your pride...
"Cause there's nothing you can do!!!
Zelda Yadkin Xerox was very up today
stumbling round quoting poetry often,
ninja mouse lurking,
knuckles jammed in Harry Gummies foot
content bravely abated.
The Super man came to the door again what he said was it this time ants said
eye ants just ants and eye only flushed it once The super man was knocking on
my door the ants came out and killed the neighborhood said the super man and
then he knocked upon my door the ants are tiny creatures eye began they got in
the radiation from the computer store said the super man it is not and never will
be the fault of eye began to understand this super man the ants is grown and
feeding to get larger and to roam upon the city Blue and Proper is the suburb of
the urban dweller there oh super man please help me put them in the krypton
bottle and please just keep them there the super man looked thoughtful and his
eyes were sort of Blue and Proper he began to understand the eye and rounded
up the ants in the city Proper but Blue had been destroyed. The Blue City had 27
people living there so for twenty seven days you have to flush just only once and
use it only then and hold it in for all the rest of them times that bathroom time
comes and do not dispose of ants that way the eye is done with flush as a
means of my disposal now for twenty seven days. Thanksgiving to the super
man the flusher is okay.
I do not know?
do you know the feeling i feel?
that feeling you feel when you feel a feeling you felt before?
that yummy feeling of a delightful memory you will forever charish
that memory that has you smiling and giggling?
a crisp feeling in your belly of happiness?
i feel as if i should let you know im feeling this way
because its important you feel that very same way
its a feeling you must feel everyday
or else it will just fade away!
like a red kite, flying away,
a very tragic tale..
but you must keep the kite near the warm ground
keep it close and tight and loved.
lets feel this feeling now,
so remember a day where nothing was in the way
not a care, not a worry and deffinatly not a quarelle
feel the breeze, maybe not of wind
but of greatness in you.
feel it for just a moment and return to the world
give it a smile and walk on by.
[Disclaimer: The following is based on a Disney-created character and story that I take no
credit for. The rest of the work, however, is mine.]
Military drums played a steady beat as the Caribbean Sun
beat strongly down upon the town of Port Royal.
Men and women, in thick cotton attires and tiered dresses
Found themselves in great discomfort, for there was no breeze
save that which was created by their own lace fans.
The Union Jack hung quite stationary on its mast,
as did the Jack Rackham of a certain black ship
that was harbored in the bay. Everyone was silent.
For despite the intense sun, it was a dark day.
Those flags were not the only Jacks to be hung.
A monotonous voice read off a list of grievances
that a man was being sentenced to die for.
Mind you, it was a rather long list, and the man
to which they pertained stood on the wooden platform.
His face was set with the acceptance of his fate.
His hands were in chains before him, and a knotted rope
was being securely tightened about his neck.
The hand of a man in a black mask dripped sweat
onto the wooden lever that would end the pirate’s life.
Jack Sparrow knew there was no escape.
The sun only seemed to grow hotter,
further increasing the discomfort of the gathered crowd.
Jack would be pleased to know that even on his dying day,
he remained to be a thorn in the side of respectable society.
However, that thorn was about to be removed.
((continued in Part 2))
The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Acquiesce atonal souls;
Surmount the transcendental arch
Of passive farrowed prose;
For verbal discourse;
Rectified, modernised; deposed;
Has ne’er sanctified our hearts;
Our transcendental souls.
((continued from Part 1))
The orator rolled up the parchment that he had finished
and turning to the infamous pirate, spoke
“These are the crimes that you are accused of, forthwith.
What is your pleading towards them?” But he would be damned
if Sparrow was not hung on this day.
The death-day pirate merely smiled, rather innocently
and requested the list be read once more, for assurance
that the Navy had not missed any of his accomplishments.
Girls giggled, and heads shook in silent admiration, for only Jack
could make such jests with a noose around his neck.
The announcer, annoyed, once more posed the question.
However Jack, in no way fearful of his awaiting destiny
smirked, and settled himself back on the heels of his feet.
Tilting his head to the side, he gave his pleading.
“Pirate.” The last word of Captain Jack Sparrow.
With a roll of his eyes, the officer gave a nod to the hangman.
There was a sharp click as the lever was pulled.
The trapdoor dropped. Along with it fell the dangling form
of the infamous pirate captain. It was only a matter of moments
before the leather boots had stopped kicking.
Jack Sparrow had bested death more times then any man
that had ever lived. But just as they all before him
had met a time for their own demise, so finally had he.
And today at the gallows of Port Royal was it.
In the darkest hour of night it stirs
The thing in the shadows . . . it twitches
And its million eyes snap open . . . it’s awake
The creature, it hungers
And it moves for it must satisfy that hunger
Ten billion arms drag it across the slick ground
Its many lips smack and drool with anticipation
The beast slides through sewers and into the streets
With it comes the silent and ghostly fog
They call it
“The Death Mist”
It seeks to claim us all
And him too
And it will
Even should we be wary and watchful of its myriad tendrils
The creature will devour us all
No matter how strong you feel
No matter how weak we are
It does not care for your skin colour
No, just the taste of your sweet meat
And it comes for you even as we speak
It searches for you
It hunts you
So beware my friend
Whoever said love was a cute little cupid
Was a fool
Is a many fanged monster
And it eats
Tomorrow comes and oh God how it goes!
Do I care, why should I lend all of my spares?
I’ll never know what tomorrow holds!
“Oh my”, how could I, what is it that I need to do?
Blessed by God, sure he loves me but what about you?
Why today and why tonight I really don’t care!
I know that I love me no matter what my eyes can see!
Take it all but hold the very last thought that we share!
My God, My God how I hope you all know what it is that you truly believe!
“Oh my”, capture and redeem my mind!
Complete my being that lives alive inside of me!
God you love me, these eyes have no doubt with that which they can see!
“God”, you know you have done all of this to me!
Oh how you have loved these things that I can see!
Sheltered, protected, yet, condemned by that which I know you believe!
If I could, I think that I would, but oh God how I do stand here!
Come and get me with all of that, which I know you believe!
Please God, just come take my all of me!
I am still here my Lord and I hold no fear!
Tomorrow, hmm just another day for me to believe!
Oh well! Guess I’ll just have to see it through!
Ask me anything and I will tell you!
I think we all know what it is that we should do!
Escaping the reality of what really should be,
Oh God, I am so very here do you know what tomorrow will be?
I’m still here my Lord and I am holding absolutely no fear!
Each morning the Sun rises to approach a brand new day.
No doubt that I do love me!
Embraced with the thought that you have come just for me,
I’m engulfed with this moment that I have finally achieved.
Oh my, I know that I could because I am coming to you.
Where are you my Lord I just need to be so very near!
God you do love me! Oh how I knew that you always would!
I’ve walked so many miles with you each and every single day,
And I am still right here my Lord and I hold no fear!
© COPYRIGHT: 1997 ANN RICH
My gold for your love my flighty flirty girl,
You spin my head in a special certain whirl.
Our love not to be allowed, forebode to succeed.
My fairy princess of my soul and heart, indeed,
Leprechaun and you, fluttering fairy to see,
Our hearts and passions will not truly ever be.
Therefore, I secure my soul offer my pot of gold.
That anyone will seek to capture me so bold.
I will trade Gold, for the magic, I seek divine.
That I become a fairy prince, and make you mine,
If my wish shall never be granted until the end of time,
I place a curse on poets, upon their labor of all rhyme.
I dreamt of a washing machine,
In colours so obscene,
Of shades of caffeine,
It washed everything that was clean,
To a shiny muddy unclean,
It was part of it's routine,
It was never to fond of hygiene,
I found an old tureen,
In gross shades of lime-green,
With a three feet sardine,
And I counted one of sixteen,
Tiny little soybean,
I found something murine,
A pair of nankeen,
And jeans that were lean,
With a 10 pound bean,
Covered in fleshy dentine,
As well crushed strychnine,
Mixed in with liquid morphine,
With a hint of codeine,
To create a used vaccine,
I excavated further into the drum,
My left shoe stepped into gum,
My hands found bottles of rum,
As well a skull of a pilgrim,
A sock with a 44 magnum,
Guarding the used sock kingdom,
Hear muses singing like a threesome,
The kingdom’s national anthem,
I saw a shadowy possum,
Come out of a rectum,
And I became bum,
When it proposed a threesome
Between it ,me and my right thumb,
I started to have a symptom,
That began to blossom
And needed a valium,
Or a serum,
To rid of this irksome,
Three things made up an outcome,
I had a possum,
Who thinks is handsome,
Excess sucking of sheer gruesome,
Melting feelings to a num,
And pressing against my sternum
And now I feel really dumb,
Stuck inside a drum
I do not know?
Life is good on his side of the boat
Pays no phone bill
Buys no soap
Buys no colonge
Calls the place he lays his head home
Never thanks anyone for what he given
In his mind it's owed for being born
He leaves many people scorn
First to eat and last to clean
NO ONE SHOULD GET A FREE RIDE!
I do not know?
Rumors are known to cut like knives
Start fights and end lives
All becauce a hater despises
What they've seen through their beedy eyes
Foulness covered by flies
A demons chest game played with real lives
He said, she said, with a little bit of what you've said
Leaves some one dead
All from words that got in to some body head
Rising situations like to much yeast in a small batch of bread
Scared of the out come so you flee in your mind
Revisit the drama another time
Things don't change
Words still inflecting pain like magic BING! BAM! BANG!
Another rumor rapes a name
Heated like hells flames
Jealousy indures creating a killer like the first murderer Kane
Names lay slain
Slandered by the foulist of mouths
Skeletons pulled from the closet to be placed in piles
Brains began to crowd
Smiles now frowns
Ups now downs
Like tears from a clown
Emotions burst out
People lash out against the innocent
Whom have nothing to do with it
The hater wins again
"Rude-Pun-Zel, Rude-Pun-Zel, Let Down Your Glass Eye!"
Rude-Pun-Zel had always been rude,
Sometimes boarderline crude,
But her own blue eyes she prized,
And she told no lies,
When she declared she was the
fairest of maids,
To sour some people '
like unsweetened lemonaids
One day she was too rude,
To a Sociopath Druid,
And in vengence, he
plucked out one eye...
Well she did not then die,
But, oh, oh, oh my, my, my...
She did long cry...
But at only 50% capacity,
Cause she had only one eye,
Well her Sorceror dad,
His temper was bad,
And this made him real mad
So he fitted her with,
her one glass eye...
But he was color-blind
And didn't know what kind,
So he got one very brown,
Figuring if off, she would not mind...
Well Rue-Pun-Zel did
keep it anyway,
And everyday she'd
tie it in,
With a long eye-lash,
Of which she kept
a hefty stash
But now banished to
a tall tower blue,
She wanted for someone to her, save,
One day he came,
A plodding young knave,
Not too bright,
And not too brave,
He'd heard the tale,
Then one night,
after too much ale,
Seeked her out, from
the base of her tower...
Let down your glass eye,
I'll climb your lashes,
So no more will you cry!!
I'll even take you,
to the local fish fry!!
Sadly, as poor
Her glass eye did slip,
And shatter when it hit
Goes to show you,
Always keep an eye on an eye!!
I do not know?
is so far ahead
but your strife
is now dead
now to step aside
but it haunts
to swallow your pride
let it be free
let it all see
that the truth is into the sea
you just reprise
that it may be unwise
this is somthing you dont want to be
so swallow your pride
just swallow your pride
and dont let it hurt inside
let your pain go
let it go slow
and then you just wont know
now give it a try.......Swallow your pride!!!