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
-honestly...I have no clue why...-
As I began to rest in my fickle dream
Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep
I was greeted by many a whisker
And petulant snores from my sister
The cat mewed ferociously and purred
For there on the other side of the window—was a bird!
It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass!
And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass
Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm
I swear my bosom was gone!
The cat then motioned at the feathered brat
For her bright breasts seemed extra fat
Of course it wouldn’t have been that
But I couldn’t just blame the cat!
I opened the window only a crack
And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?”
Such pride she attained from my bosom
Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!?
The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye
But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly!
She plopped to the ground and squawked
I would have laughed, but I was shocked!
The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes
Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!”
Before I could think I had fallen to the ground
To a booming, most terrible sound!
My eyes then opened to a cat on my head
As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
My Poetry on PoetrySoup
Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.
Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
Another day and the dishes have piled up yet again
So back I end up in front of the window
I do not glance up, but concentrate
On the dull, dirtied objects before me
I do not hear the voices from yesterday
I still wallow in the grime of gray
I smile in malcontent
As I lather the dishes with soap
Against my will, I look up
To see a lone, fat man opening a refrigerator
He is shirtless, bulgy, and he looks pregnant
My first supposition is to laugh
But I only look back down at the dishes
Not wanting to stare at the fat man
Not wanting to think he looks pregnant
For sure not wanting him to be my neighbor
Across the way
Against my will again, I look up
The fat, pregnant man is gone
I see ornaments on the refrigerator
Some pictures, some magnets
Family; not so different from my life
But yet, there is a transparent fancy of mystery
A flashy rage of difference in the silence
Oh, so quiet
The blazing sun sprays its light upon the hour
Not only are my hands wet from the soapy water
The deafening tone of quietude
Revels in me a mixture of loneliness and physical heat
A burning desire for something not seen
A desire for utter disgust of my newly found neighbors
But I find myself not disgusted at all
Until I look up again and see a fully naked man at the window
Across the way
My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.
Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.
There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.
Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".
The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.
My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).
"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".
People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?
Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?
Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?
How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.
Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)
To Hurt to say,But I'm sorry.
Do you know how much it hurt.To see you disappear from a memories I have yet recalled.Your heart so ice cold there's nothing I can do for it.
Let me touch your chest and feel the breeze that escapes from if.
Did you know that with ever king there are rebels who dares chain him down.
Everyone person can life is determined by they way the express themselves.
And anyone can forge a fake life to get away and hide from their reality.
I'm going to be you reality has my hand reaches your face let me show you what it means to be hit by reality and take it seriously.Hopeless,Agony,Fear,Terrified, Corrupted.
I haven't had enough of your ego,of your smile,the lies that surround you.
Ha! let me see you fall and crawl don't beg it unsightly but crawl for you are the man the shadow man.
Cling to me as i show you the grief and fear and anger I have of losing you,the only thing connecting me to you is the blood I waste on the ground in the night time wake.
Watch it fall as I cut deeper.How many times did I cry for you and you never even cared enough to answer me?
Your faceless,heartless,cold eyes let me thank you.
Your turning my to stone your helping me write these disgusting feeling down every night.
You gave me something so powerful not even you could destroy them now these hands of course.
As I drink this to ease my pain and free my self of this relapsing phase.Let me be happy let me be sad let me mad let me become depressed for I'm so bipolar it hurts.
How dare you trampled my pride and toss me around like a lifeless doll...Was I really your luggage you tried to throw away?
Be honest lies don't work no more for I've see everything everyone as danger has liar beggar and theive coming after me.Thank you for being my venom.
I'm sorry if I hurt you I never meant to.
Would you forgive me if I laid down to rest and not wake up again?
Please tell me.I can't help but feel like something useless in this wild game of tag and empty felt.It hurts you should know,So don't take to much time and tell me how you feel.
At least then I can dance with you.
Like sick allergies,
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE
Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!
Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination !
I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide
I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight
My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign
I twirl my hair and make it bend
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends
As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin
The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions
I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane
Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed
The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose
I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key
It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore
Force through a casket,
A body appears,
Or should I say,what's left,
Groans and moans,
Earth bursting all around,
Covering my ears,
Shutting out this horrible sound,
Raising from the ground,
In your chest,
Twice as fast your heart pound,
Searching for the living,
This Halloween night,
Better not be caught,
It won't be a wonderful sight....
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
Grew him a beard which was
Coming in fine.
Then he found out he had
He can shave his, but he'd
Best not touch mine.
NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
Rx *7563287 BEC 11/11/11
Seems to me,
what you need
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction
accept from me
this poetry prescription:
( <_____PUSH & TURN_____> )
Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain
Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains
-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy
attempting to read while operating machines...
will cause you to drive lousy.
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!"
It’s midnight and your sleeping
When someone knocks upon your door
Who could be there at this hour?
No one’s come this late before
You grab your robe and slippers
And shuffle across the floor
All the while you are thinking
Who’s that knocking at my door?
As you reach the door you hesitate
You don’t know who’s outside
It could be a thief or mugger
Should I run or should I hide?
Then the knock comes even louder
Your heart is pounding in your chest
Sweat is dripping off your forehead
And you can’t catch your breath
So you peek out through a curtain
And can’t believe your eyes
There’s a monster starring at you
With red and glowing eyes
And then you see him smile
As he motions toward your door
He wants to come inside
But what on earth for
Maybe he’s just hungry
He might want a late night snack
If I feed him and I’m nice
Will he keep coming back
So you open the door a little
Not much but just a crack
And your heart jumps from your chest
When you see what’s looking back
He’s ten foot tall and hairy
From his head down to his toes
His eyes are red and glowing
And he says his name is, “ROSE!”
My big hairy monster
That came knocking at my door
Isn’t all that scary
Not to me not anymore
He’s not a he at all
He’s a girl you see
And all she wants is cookies
Cookies and hot tea
So we sat at the table
And talked till after four
Then Rose said, “thank you oh so much”
And I said, “come back again for more”
So when a monster comes to visit
Make some cookies and hot tea
I know she’s big a scary
But Rose is sweet to me
had no breakfast today
but somehow i'll make it
in the usual way
when it comes to hunger
i can take it
at work everything is wonderful
everything is fine
the weather is cool
and bright is the sun shine
no worries what ever
my face has a smile
driving along my mind
drifts for a while
and then it hits me
like a thunderbolt
lighting on the inside
from somewhere in my stomach
straight to my backside
you know that feeling
you know what it is
something is yearning
and needs to go fast
before i know it
i'm full of hot air
i want to let it go
but i do not dare
look for the box
they call johnny on the spot
but when i get there
the door was locked
standing out side and holding it tight
no matter what their doing
i'm gonna lose this fight
and then it happens
what nature fought to get through
now tell me honestly
has this ever happened to you
On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football
The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a bat
The decision absurd
The referee a drunkard
Shouts of bar steward,
And your mothers questionable character
Cleaned up for posterity
The game goes on
Frank, the winger another yellow card
Another fine, I fear he will be barred
Groans for Bill a night watchman by trade
I think he’s a blade (Sheffield United supporter)
But not a very good keeper I’m afraid
Then there’s the striker
Super king Jack, 40 a day and a cough to match
Will need a penalty to score in this match
What about ken, a beer belly full back,
Rarely runs for fear of a heart attack
And slugger the centre half
Likes to break legs,
And still the only guy to sup a half a keg
Smooth talking tommy pulls birds on the six yard line
Greased black hair, and knobbly knees to match
Still Skill is not this team’s forte, for we are Britain’s
Taking part is our religion
Lost another game two nil
But won three two at fighting, brill
Bottom of the league
First Aid in the pub
A good drink after
Enemies in the field, but forever friends in laughter.
That’s Sunday football league
Home to the wife
And Sunday dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pud
Another bottle of bud
Feet up, settee calls
Dreams of Wembley, and Sheffield Wednesday
Not a bad life for this Yorkshire clan
Here in Sheffield where football began.
With soap in hand placed in my mouth
Head hangs over toliet tongue heads south
Dirty words no more
I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…
"Joe Willie Namath"
Joe Willie Namath
Super Bowl famous
shaved his football legs to sell pantyhose
wore white mink coat on sidelines for camera pose.
Broadway Joe Willie
drinking booze made him silly
on ESPN ..Suzie refused to be kissed
captured on sports video fans booed and hissed.
*For P.D.'S Clerihew Contest.
Honey Glaze Bun
A herd of hoof ran across her back
Her mind drifting into slumber
Her midnights rendezvous became dangerous acts
while the itinerant
Slept in every alley on Delaney Street
An exhausted prosecutor
Release her back to the cruelty of the dark street
Where broken lamps on
The Great White Way generates
Little or no heat
And the deafening sound of the siren
Kept her awake
Until the blonde blue eye stranger pulled up
In a dark limousine rolled down the window
“Hello honey bun
Come on in
Your place or mine
Let’s be discreet.
Half a mile down the dark road
The hooded stranger
Poetry became a reality
An old Shakespearean
Let not my love be called idolatry,
I had resolved one year,
To never again have a fear
But I feared sitting down,
So I walked all around
And that's how I ended up here.
Oh the horror!
it's just fun!
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!”
Sir Isaac Newton
Mixed eggs and gluten
He baked some gooey newton cookies
With figgy jam, to please his big league bookie
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.
< Yellow Belly !
Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
Polinatators that bite me
Gift biogenic amines
How you make me swell
Yellow belly tarnations
Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
Cursing swating and shooing
To sting destroyer
* Story: A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course
I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol
Katherine Stella 4/8/12
Bite Me Contest
The flying wheel spins,
screams of kids terrify me...
I hope they are fine.
I hope they are fine,
with hair sticking out like wheat...
" Stop that flying wheel!" I scream.
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.
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
< master of disguise menacing havoc
I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
but one illuminates from presents sight
tis I carries master key whom ends plight
brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss
poke and probe away with your woven schemes
tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems
your inferno fire from gates of hell
diminished by just one shake from this bell
so bring on your barriers and good grief's
tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep
sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
but turning check telling to kiss thy ass
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
She chose a red scarf. The most red
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.
She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.
Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving
till she fell asleep.
she saw her Beloved Moth
flirting with a Younger Moth,
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.
The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
with a heart filled with peace.
She was not afraid no more.
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.
The Unhappy Moth was not
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.
As I sense the daylight strut through my mind,
I open my Squint's just enough to find,
one more day on this circle called Earth.
only 20,125 since the day of my birth.
I pull myself up with creaks and groans,
not stopping once until I've reached my thrown.
Start, Stop, Start, Stop life has played a trick it seems,
making this function that should be simple,
most difficult for me.
My friends all tell me age is just a number,
and I couldn't agree more.
20,126 and counting as my feet hit the floor.
Start, Stop, Start, Stop prostate exam on the 5th,
why, this growing old isn't all that hard as I take one more barium sip.
The hair is diminishing on the top of my head,
but growing in my ears someone once said.
The wrinkles on my for head that once never showed,
20,127 just a roadmap to go.
It use to be my youth was free, careless, casual, and wild.
now in my old age I'm sorry to say; I 'm out dated, out witted and out styled.
so to be apart of the elderly,
you have to be a bit bold.
just get use to the fact for the rest of your life,
you'll always be getting old.
When pigs and monkeys roars
How a pig became a lion?
How , How a monkey roars?
That's when you stop saying NO
When the lions are here
When the lions onshore
Pigs will be pigs
A monkey will stand for
A monkey , no less , no more
Spiders and I have a deal,
They don't come near me and I won't squeal.
But sometimes they forget,
Then I get upset,
And I squeal cause they broke our deal!
I'm a noble knight
But in rusty armour
My horse isn't really a horse
but a stubborn mule
I came last at Knight school
My sword is bent
my armour full of dents
I see a Dragon or a fight
I run I take flight
In fact I'm not a knight at all
failed the test
to fat too small
The only damsels I attract
are Damsel flies from the trees
But still I dream
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!
Soy sauce drains
Into the white, clustered rice
spills . . .
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving,
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page
I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....
This goes past Stephen Kings
An even the Dead Sea,
I Can’t Get Out Of the Bath Tub
Believe me you going to know the difference,
From a business and corporation,
When you can’t sleep,
And you need stamina to put sleep,
I can’t get out of the bath tub,
I’m seeing black dots with difference sizes,
You can tell when you in some good mediation
I can’t get out of the bath tub,
My back have gone out and I feel an even cress in the middle of my chest,
I can’t get out of the bath tub,
All I’m just asking give credit when credit is due,
I’m let the water out tub my body is not response to recharge of
Fluid to the solar plexus,
I’m no doctor but I guess I’ll be okay with sleep
I can’t get out of the bath tub.
You don’t want to miss this
But don’t be confused this aint Christmas
You’ve gotta get real my brotha and kiss this
I’m a spiritual criminal with lipstick
If you’re lucky you just might make my hit list
Coz I’m a murderer killing *****es ego’s with fake riffs
If you’re a moral criminal and do the minimal you can’t hit this
We must stand together my brother to beat this
Pleasure - pain, generosity - blame, loss - gain infamy and greed
It’s not hard don’t get angry and there’s no need to bleed
It’s just like John Lennon said when he said love is all you need
Stand with me my friend and let go of fear if you want to be freed
I’ll mind punch you in the heart and give you a soul diss
Aint no big brotha gonna hold me and frisk this
You’re not lost or all alone coz my arrows fire straight and can’t miss
Things aint changed and love can still fix this
Pleasure pain, Generosity blame, loss gain infamy and greed
It’s not hard don’t get angry and there’s no need to bleed
It’s just like John Lennon said when he said love is all you need
Stand with me my friend and let go of fear if you want to be freed
Love -love- love is all you need
Tears for fears.
Tears throughout the years.
Tears that fallen from my peers.
A tear so sincere that will shred us from this dreadful fear.
That someday we all will die.
But have u gotten a slice of that pie.
A pie so delicious u can almost taste.
That u cant let it go to waste.
Maybe next time I'll remember tooth paste.
Well Danny, boy you've got me beat
I keep thinking that you really care
You hug me softly, take my hands
And send these butterflies in the air
You've heard my stories over again
Of failures and mishaps and pain
You tell me that you're different though
And invite me to sing in the rain
Danny boy, you stop my heart
Those eight minutes we talk each day
I wake up waiting for that bell
That'll signal you walking my way
And I can't look when you're coming close
I'm afraid that I'll forget to breathe
Every day it gets worse for me
And I wish the butterflies would leave
Danny, you're playing with my head
And I wish that you could see
I hide my feelings for my best friend
But It's taking all of me
Let me chase that naughty witch
on the flying, wooden broom...
causing havoc and gloom,
that's why she's super rich
robbing any unlit house watched by a raccoon
and laughing she bypasses the orange moon.
Ugly and treacherous witch, you won't admit
that you steal candies from children's bags without a rip,
but proof is on your rotten teeth yellowed by sweets...
doesn't their cry move you enough to return their treats?
Why would a witch on a flying, wooden broom
steal and hide goodies in the darkest castle room,
where the empty caskets of vampires lay?
Have you seen the blood stains earlier in the day?
Fly over pumpkin-lit graveyards while Death looks for skeletons
to hang on trees to celebrate the eerie Halloween night...
keep away from such an horrifying place infested with bats;
fly faster, fly higher before darkness becomes light!
Written on 9/11/ 2012
Itsy Bitsy spider went up the wall of shower.
Itsy Bitsy spider, grabbed with piece of paper.
Itsy Bitsy spider was placed in toilet water.
Itsy Bitsy spider, wished he was in hamper.
Itsy Bitsy spider was now stuck in the crapper.
Itsy Bitsy spider went down in swirling water.
To take a shower, with an Itsy Bitsy spider,
Was not going to happen, upon any hour,
Without any cower, she finished her shower.
My secret is a phobia that many would not guess.
Bringing me much anguish and quite a lot of stress.
Some say that it is silly, to me it is immense.
Causing me to detour, incurring more expense.
I keep my phobia secret for fear I’m thought to be
Wacky and ridiculous and also cowardly.
And so I travel many miles until I find, at last.
A station that’s full service so they can pump my gas.
You may think this is foolish but I have thought this through.
And I have many reasons for thinking as I do.
So much I have imagined could possibly take place.
A series of unfortunate events I’d hate to face.
For instance, there’s the nozzle, already filled with fuel.
It can be very dangerous and such a deadly tool.
What if the gas should suddenly begin to gush and flow?
It is a possibility I do not want to know.
And when the nozzle is in place, it is really there?
Or will the gasoline start splashing out and everywhere.
Will it drip onto my car or maybe on my shoes?
Later on igniting – of this I often muse.
I therefore watch my gas gauge very carefully.
And then I fill it often because I fear to be.
Forced to stop at self-serve when my fuel is low.
Because there is no telling the way the gas might flow.
Gobblins and ghosts flew by last night
They woke me up with a terrible fright
Chasing monsters and gouls away from the lights
I wish someone would teach them to stay out of site
But all the ghosts were by the gobblins sides
The witches were taking them all out for rides
From roof to tree to street
A big race to see who could be beat
They were all so noisey it made Frankeinstein hide
And those witches never drive down the street on just on side
They just switch lanes while in flight
Left then Right then left then right
Back, forth, left, right, never deciding on just one dive
Up down, zig zag.. zoosh
Looking out my bedroom window even made my sides moosh
I do not know?
Tonight is Halloween
tonights the night when boys and girls
don disguises and see the world
around every corner there are monsters seen
because tonight is Halloween
tonights the night when the ghouls all play
they walk around on this special day
a werewolf howls at the moon
a zombie comes to seal your doom
with few clouds the skies are clear
the pumpkins' smile more like a sneer
a mummy makes sure his wrap his clean
because tonight is Halloween
ghosts go out on the haunt
witches do whatever they want
making little children scream
is what those creepy goblins dream
tonights the night when your fears come alive
they own the earth from nine to five
the night is when they feel their best
the days when they go get their rest
but when the rooster starts to crow
the ghouls know that its time to go
for the daylight is what they most fear
but remember they'll be back next year.
Tonight Is Halloween
October 18th 2013
There once was a man who thirst for gore
Biting the necks of your average whores
Stake to the heart
He's falling apart
Spreading ashes and ashes galore
Ghouls and goblins, ghosts and Ghidora—the three headed monster
Dracula and demons, dragons and dementia—insanity
The Ripper and Reaper, Rosemary and Risiki—inside the dark forests
Spike and Samara, Sasquatch and Sabrina – the teenage witch
Jason and Michael, Freddy and Chucky – Child’s Play
They shall frighten you, they shall humor you
They live in your head, in your mind
in your thoughts and in your dreams.
Flooding the light with darkness or
Evasion of darkness, therefore being unafraid
Horror – shuddering fear, frightfully shocking.
Serenity – being serene, feeling calm,
and the line between the two, being one with no life.
I do not know?
Oh no!! I forgot –
I had a plate of dessert
In the cool freezer
Oh no!! Dad forgot –
He left his blue bowl of fruit
On the clean counter!
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!
The Fear of the Night
Startled by a wet and chilly touch to her thigh
Hannah frightfully opened her eyes
With only her eyes she looked to the left and then to the right
While noticing on the clock, that is was only eleven thirty at night
Only her breathing she could hear
No unusual sounds or loved ones that she held so dear
There it was again!
As anxiety over took her body while her mind trying to go insane
Hannah thoughts went to another dimension of what ifs
It could be this or it could be that as her mind started to shift
Nothing she knew compared to this feeling
As she stilled her eyes toward the ceiling
Then, her sheets slowly proceeded to move towards the front of the bed
She bravely reached her arm to the small light above her head
It seemed like a lifetime until her finger tips felt the dangling chain
The weight of the pull was harder to sustain
The brightness of the light overcame her vision as she blinked several times
Dots of stars flashed before her as she finally regained her normal sight
What to do? She never thought this through.
Should she sit up or even try to move?
The bed began to rise and she decided quickly to get out of her room
All she knows is that, she is going to get her broom!
Making a dash from the bed to the door
She tripped on the rug and fell to the floor
Looking up towards the bed she breathes with relief
The small mountain did not flinch as she started to creep
Through her bedroom door to the hall closet
On her hands and knees she began to sweat
The door was already ajar as her heart slowed to a calm
She stood to her feet and grabbed the broom tightly around her palm
An intensity of control moved through every vein
This is her home, her domain!
Quickly to her room raising the broom like a sword
She suddenly heard a whimper in the air so fragile she could not ignore
Looking around she wondered, where this voice of help was coming from
The sheets began to sway back and forth, louder the cry hummed
She grabbed the sheets and threw them in the air
And laughed when she realized what made her so scared
A hairy creature he was
From top to bottom in his cute little pajamas
What was this that touched her thigh so wet and so cold?
Would you believe, her sweet little puppy dogs black nose!
I had some extra green paint
Oh what can I do to make her faint
So a dabbed a bit down below
When in the room she came for a blow
Green-eyed monster is waiting to show
ok ok I saw so many poems with this topic, I said what the hell, why not!
The makeup is on..
All the colors mixed and matched..
Just a painted tear..
It's never the same..
A smile brought on the outside..
And a frown inside..
The cannon in place..
I just lye scared and waiting..
Now the fuse is lit..
Written for the
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
Twas sordid that thought
Midwinter handed a lit
Showing the way outside to the shiny black paint of
The toilet door
Lift the latch....clunk! as your eyes scoured the darkness the bushes
For bogey men, trolls and murderers
Place lamp on window sill
Put small buttocks on the winter chilled toilet seat
Heart beats at a quickened pace
As a small scared face gazes
Eyes foraging the white painted walls
For spiders and daddy long legs
Anything that crawls
And eats small, small children
Eyes down on two chubby little legs
Distant from the floor
And go girl go!
As quick as you can
As the sounds and rustles blown outside are
The bogey man
He's coming after your guts and gore
Push little lady and try to be gone
The doors ripped off its hinges
And you are dragged into the abyss
And they will all read about
The little lost Miss....
Little Max to Alton towers did go,
He went with his granddad, who some trains did want to show.
He loves his trains does Maxy, his excitement was mounting fast
Until he went on the “Runaway Train” then even his granddad was aghast.
The train set off WOO, WOO said Max, enjoying every minute
Until the speed picked up and he could hardly hang on in it.
Granddad hugged him close and tight
And looked at his little face, all screwed up in fright,
Then he found it was a reflection
Of Granddads, own pale complexion.
They clung together through all the dipping and the diving
Granddad trying to be brave, and Max not be depriving.
Woo, Woo, went Max but in quieter voice,
He didn’t really like this choice.
As the ride slowed down to stop, relief in Max and Granddad grew,
But oh they were in for a shock, when a second time round it flew.
A smiling Granddad holding tight to Max, he was trying to look so brave and strong
I don’t think I like this granddad, I think you have got this wrong.
Then the ride came thankfully to a stop,
Granddad lifted Max down, who to his knees did drop.
Thank you granddad that was good, but please make me a promise
I’m not sure I’ll believe it’s good, you can call me a doubting Thomas.
I’m sorry Max it was in, fun and I promise, and this is law,
I won’t take you on a train again, until you are at least the age of four.
It was a full moon
jimmy was ready to go trick or treating
first time by myself
jimmy was anxious and scared
Jimmy mind was playing tricks on him
all week long jimmy watched scary movies
jimmy first house was ms jones better
know as cat lady her house was very old
people say a house of horrors
jimmy thought he saw a bat and a rat
jimmy walked slowly and knocked on the door
the porch was creepy and smelled funny
jimmy nerous were on edge
the door oped slowly a dim light and a
stock pot boiling was what he saw
jimmy saw trick or treat ms jones laughed real hard
ms jones gave jimmy a big red apple
jimmy said thank you and ms jones said
dont be a stranger and scream if you need anything
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.*
or tired love?
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!
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
I tiptoe through the darkness as silent as the night,
My ears attuned to any sound, there’s not a soul in sight;
Goosebumps prickle across my skin as panic washes over me,
I hear the slightest noise ahead and I strain my eyes to see;
My uneasy breathing fogs the air as my heart pounds on in dread,
I stand in the black frozen in fear, my feet have turned to lead;
I shiver uncontrollably as I wait in the dark alone,
Terror grips my heart as I prepare to face the unknown;
I’m poised on the balls of my feet ready to bolt into the night,
Then as I’m getting ready to make a dash, my hubby flips on a light!
fear the blood won't reach my head
this isn't worth it if I'm dead!
There was once a lady called Ms Jack
Who lived near a grass region called Tack.
When prickled by the grasses
On her way with her glasses.
She let down her glasses and her Jack.
For Andrea's "Show Me The Funny" Contest.
I don’t think I have grown up yet
My mind seems too young to let
Me become a fully grown adult
I find the word somewhat of an insult
I get on better with young people than my peers
I think growing old is one of my worst fears
My brain thinks that I am twenty one
But all the other parts suddenly have gone
All the muscles have gone west
My belly hangs below my vest
My back creaks when I bend down
Makes an awful clicking sound
Takes a while to stand up straight
Getting old it is my fate
Though I never will give in for all to see
Never grown up will I ever, ever be
I’ll keep playing with the grandchildren I have
You won’t find me confined to the lav
For if I get ill and take to bed
Please put a bullet through my head
For I would rather be dead, and have never grown up
Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs
And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame.
I do understand that demand is high
so we have to do somethin’
So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest
I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed.
Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs
This story is best told when shadows fall,
And better yet, if you can dim the light.
It speaks to hidden fears found in us all;
The kind of fear that raises hairs upright.
The way it goes, the woods once held a beast
Who lived to tear his victims limb from limb,
And then upon them delicately feast;
The sheriff of this took the view most dim.
He gathered up the town folk in a group
And handed them a badge shaped like a spear;
‘We must creep in, our monster not to spook.
Let’s make no noise, there’s naught but fear to fear.’
The sheriff’s men, and yes, some ladies too,
Stayed tight together as they started out;
Determined now, and sure of what he knew,
The sheriff rode in front, then came about.
He said ‘now men, I’ll make my stand back here;
You know, these beasts are known to rear attack.
Remember what I said about the fear,
And don’t forget, I’ve always got your back.’
The towns folk muttered softly in their hands,
The sheriff was well known for selfish rules;
Of course, they wished to safeguard life and lands;
But how to rid themselves of spineless fools.
They whispered to each other as they searched;
The plan was hatched with cunning and with guile.
The sheriff was to be the victim perched;
His limbs would satisfy the beast a while.
They marched ahead, renewed with vigor strong;
The sheriff was amazed at this new speed.
Some part of him admitted to his wrong,
But leaning down, put spurs to faithful steed.
Then just like that, the group had circled round
And came upon the monster in his lair;
They whipped themselves from rear to face around,
Which put the sheriff back in front up there.
The sheriff suffered not a little bit;
The monster did not pause to ask him please.
The ladies feigned to watch, it was not fit;
Then all the group returned to their surcease.
So if you are a sheriff and must ride,
Advice is offered here, in fact it looms.
The rear may prove to be the front at times;
It merely rests on who is facing whom.
Afraid of a mirror
that daunts you with horror?
What's your fear
of not looking
you have a funny ear?
Fretted to look into a mirror
that won't suggest
the word " Beauty? "
I anticipate your anger
and unpleasant words that
won't change reality!
Afraid of a mirror
that hangs on your bathroom wall?
Make believe it's a crystal ball...
don't create useless terror!
Not everyone is
born beautiful and healthy
and has a perfect body...
why blame it on your genes?
Be beautiful in your own way,
enjoy your spotlight and shine today!
Shades stored away
Room painted as clay
Tarot left unread
Ink spills on pencils
Got rid of nickels
American heroes return
New medals are given
End their hurdles again
With a handful of kindness and generosity
Year after year they fought the enemy
Enraged mothers wail with pain
America still mourns
Rampage of innocents
Follow the yellow
brick road. Eyes will lead the soul.
Never cross its path.
"My Big Brother" up and down the street
He could be anyone you meet
Spying on you from the street
Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet
"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
Listening in do or die
Bringing his book in
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
Caught with paper and a pen
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in
I was sitting in my chair
As the rain was pouring down
I heard a creepy breath
And then I saw this evil clown
He had big black eyes
And a very scary grin
I could tell just from the look of him
That he was full of sin
I tried to scream and run
But something was stopping me
And to make matters worse
I REALLY had to pee
He then moved his hands
In one there was a knife
I thought that this was it
All over was my life
But then my eyes flew open
It was just as I had hoped
A scary dream is all it was
But my pants were thoroughly soaked!
For the contest "What's Your Fear?"
October 27/ 2012
Old people and children are to blame for our overpopulation, yet the land where
I live, is empty everyone has gone to live in a city fleeing poverty hoping to find
work, now they are worse off than before. A sudden blackout, I sat in darkness
couldn’t even see my hands. Staggered around till I found a flashlight, lit candles
I had in the kitchen; back at the time when people rose at first light and went to
bed early and stories were told by the old by the fireside .Only priests could read
and we believed in their gospel truths and they held the evil power of knowledge.
Now cities are lit up like Christmas, no corners are dark and it easier to believe in
neon light rather than god. We are urbane and laugh in the face of gloom and call
it Halloween. There was a time when people were old at forty and many children
died in infancy. Electricity is back, but we mustn’t forget if we do not take care we
can easily be thrown into to a world of cruelty where only those between the age
of twenty and sixty have the right to eat, and babies are hidden in basements to
avoid detection have their vocal cord cut. The old have facelift in frantic attempt
to look fifty four, to avoid being gassed, at places called: “Friends of the seniors”
and “Heavenly Peace.” And silent children, survivors of our selfish madness, shall
inherit our world and learn to whistle as new way of communication.
I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food,
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz
Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free
If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable
Lately, the weather has dropped drastically,
and Fall holds up serenely and beautifully;
green trees so stately gently fluctuate
against a sky of transparent blue as hummingbirds make plans to migrate,
but the downy woodpeckers interrupt their chat
with their unbearable drumming that disturbs their peace with intent.
Summer in New York State has been humid and stormy,
temperatures rose above a hundred degrees as pavements smoked,
sprinklers in streets made children happy as they were being soaked...
so very thankful to live in a rich country offering such a commodity;
adversely, a water shortage caused drought in the South allowing tragedy
as gasoline and food prices soared and spouses couldn't pay alimony.
Hot summers predict cold winters, and we await a harsh winter...
stock up on shovels and salt, keep your driveway and sidewalk snow-and-ice-free;
will you get help from your kids when snow falls...having you think of electric bills?
No, let them play and have fun...their blood is hot and they feel no chills!
And should you think of joining them, drop your shovel as if stung by a bee!
Which other way is there to endure the wintry weather living as an Alaska bear?
We can make a difference
We can wallow in the feat
Where all souls meet
At the foot of the world by which to greet
In bitter silence to its door chime ring,
One can easily take heart or to what would sing;
From shadows glook of its tormented swoon
It would be at the addage of its peril
A safe place to emancipate,
The soul was erected by pious chimes;
In tombs tortured with flagrant rhymes/ Through a misfortune illumined amidst/ Shattered glass stained by bias accalades/ We can make a difference/ Fresh out of our store bought routine/ Out of curtains unleashed to swallow/ The world is filled with ghosts & demons/ Shaped by the imaginative solace screaming/ We can make a difference/ The trunk on the trees on which all branches grow/ The pen on the ink to make messages flow/We can make a difference/ With parts uncertain yet attainable/ Create/ The notion of a bridge of hope/ It's gap loosens for passengers to cross/ Reason must be supplimented by our creative imaginative & faith/ Reason is itself an act of faith!
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Come one come all hurry do not hide
I want you to come along on a magic carpet ride
Cap in hand, sit don't stand
We'll whisk away to our favorite land
Andrea Dietrich sit for a spell
I will tell you now my magic tale
Of days of adventure on foreign sands
Left in wonder to what is at hand
Open our imaginations and figure out how to steer
And then how to fly this rug or buy some beer
Ruth Courtney- Magic Carpet Ride Contest
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!
A bed, of candy roses
Into a thicket of thorns
In a sea of lipstick kisses
By a nest of word stung hornets
All relies on the side she wakes
One slight, midnight miscalculation
Sets my day off and into dire straits
When I was young, I noticed
Many adults stopped aging at 39.
Had something to do with Jack Benny
And trying to hold back time.
Then I noticed something else.
They often spoke of retiring at 65,
And many of them seemed to hope
They might still be alive.
The difference came to 26,
A number I knew very well.
The number of letters in the alphabet
We use to print and write and spell.
Then it occurred to me,
For folks holding youth so dear,
Just add a letter to 39
Each and every year.
39A would be 40,
39Z would be 65.
After that, start letters over again
Or just be glad you’re still alive.
So, you see, it’s easy
To forever be 39.
You may fool yourself & others,
But you can’t fool Father Time.
I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.
Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone
No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow.
Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold.
The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.
This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.
I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being
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 !
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 was not a drinker, I must confess.
Well, once in a while I would transgress.
A studying student perched on the stool
Avoided eye contact and men's lusty drool.
One quiet afternoon visiting the barmaid,
No one was in the club to cause a tirade.
Three drunks came in for a mid-day drink.
They put up cash; their coins made a clink.
I started to leave, but she asked me to stay.
New comers to the bar, first time, that day.
Partially smashed, they started to glare.
I could hardly bear their shameless stare.
I sat at the counter drinking my water.
Before too long, those three became brasher.
Buy her a drink; No, thank you, I said.
If eyes could kill, I would have been dead.
A bit unruly, they became quite insistent.
I ordered my usual; they happily gave payment.
Three glasses of water I drank that day.
We played pool when they went on their way.
© October 30, 2011
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Confessions to a Bartender
Sponsored by: Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer
A same day started over at the beginning,
I awaken to the same ol' bull sh*t,
Last night, heard a loud breathing sound
Reminded me of a closet-monster
I hovered my ears and tossed and turned
Checked the ticking time again and again
Stared out the foggy window
Covered in the starlights dew
For a few moments relief had cut my mind
A different corner of thought
But it was destroyed by that flagrant beast
Who had the nerve to giggle at me
In the morning its breath scared my nostrils
To scurry behind my ears and tremble
Its footsteps clammoring down the spiral of a stair
Yet I cringe because he makes me so mad
I run to the mirror and see the monster before me
Me... and I realize by fright... damn! I snore really loud
I do not know?
Driving to Nick's wedding,
Cant help but think...
Is there anyone there besides him I want to see?
There's aunt Shirley,,
She always, always, always wants to squeeze and kiss my cheek
I'm not five and I'm not a geek,
Bless her soul, my softer side will be in deep need
Oh man, he's so chill,
Usually in his rocker with a beer,
Maybe he'll rock it on the dance floor,
My spirits will need a lot of help,
Nick bought the Vodka, and he's poor.
The bride will be gorgeous,
One bridesmaid I've never met
I'm skeptical because it's Nick's Ex.
No way I'd have a ex lover there,
For sure we tearing at each others hair,
Maybe that will beef up the party!
Cat fights are fun to watch,
Hopefully doesn't go too far,
Don't want the paramedics calling by her last name, “Ms. Gerardi”
I'll know soon enough..
Finishing this road trip is a must
I saw a little mouse,
I danced upon a chair.
I screamed and hollered,
And pulled my lovely hair!
I saw a little garden snake,
Stretched out in the sun.
I screamed and hollered,
And took off on the run!
I saw a little bitty spider,
It was crawling on the floor.
I screamed and hollered,
And ran right out the door!
At night I see little eyes,
In the dark beneath my bed.
But that’s just little Fluffy,
That sleeps beside my head.
He was a shabby, mean, mouthy and nasty boy
chasing after cats dragging along his buddy Mccoy;
and they both were slim and handsome but laughed a lot
when they ate corned beef and cabbage from a large pot.
" Keith, don't forget to feed the cats,
I've bought another bag from the supermarket,
and please don't eat their food...they aren't biscuits! "
" Okay, mom I'll feed them and won't forget. "
Everyone in the neighborhood considered them evil,
Irene, the red-headed gal, called them hoodlums;
the elderly locked their doors saying, " Go to hell! "
The town had become an armory of brooms.
Their aunt Agata used to say, " They were such nice boys in their teens,
now they hunt cats uphill and cage them as tigers and feed them frogs and weeds;
" Enough, enough scoundrels...I'll hit you with my long broom from left to right
even when you tie the knot in that church with a beautiful, naive bride! "
" Uh, uh!" The cat hunters replied with a defiant, boorish frown,
" Try to chase us, aunty...you'll never catch us, we dare you to race! "
" Stop, pretty boys...you are going to get Frankenstein's ugly face! "
They replied, " Go ahead! Go ahead! He was too big to run! "
All the kids that disliked them placed bananas peels all over the road leading to Kill,
and as they tried to flee from aunt Agata, they fell on them and went downhill....
hitting their faces on pine needles that poked deep and made them bleed;
" I got you, rascals," she happily screamed..." Now, say your sorry creed! "
We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil
We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion
A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim
Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow
For the kingdom of God is at hand!
Through a choiced drama
Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!
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.
Slowly but Surely panic ensues
As I learn my Performance is due
A Nervous wreck I am
Terror silencing me; oh damn!
My stomach is churned by these wretched butterflies
So desperately I wish to say goodbye
But all those faces light up when they see me
Cheering and Jeering; Oh crap I have to pee
But that's too bad
So, so sad
Need to transform
It's time to perform
Blood doesn't always make you family to me its loyalty and respect if I need you right beside me is where you'll be To me blood is not a big deal,To me it matters whos real and whos around when im up or when i fallen to the ground thats how i feel for me always ready to chill and for me will kill the people who always been there before and are here still
People smoke weed, or crack to ignore problems and laugh hysterically,
coffee is my drug, it's my quick pick-me-up...I say it so proudly,
because it won't harm me, hallucinate me or make me feel afraid;
I will be alive tomorrow, not crash into into a lamppost as Freddy did.
I lived through the Hippie Era: bell-bottoms...long, frizzy hair
and funny clothes the kind that clowns wear,
no offense to those who thought they were cool;
it's my opinion, not of that guy who didn't see himself as a fool!
I had no time to protest, or vindicate the Vietnam War as Omar;
off I went to work each morning as hippies hung out by a bar
shouting at me, " Kid, stay alive...don't ever go to war! "
They ran and screamed, knocking down police barricades...horror!
I do not know?
It is on this day that I must admire
Thinking back to the days when your “tough love” seemed to never tire
And the thought of a shoe still sends chills up and down my spine
Oh wonderful woman, this mother of mine
With footwear in hand and compelling suggestions to see your way
It is not difficult to understand the knowledge of life that I have today
But to only remember the fear of these two
One, the Good Lord Almighty and the other “the shoe”
Remembering well all of the stories I told
Then fearfully watching your wrath unfold
The punishment of “the shoe” was well deserved
And how your abundant love was well reserved
Remembering all of our “one-sided discussions”
Some resulting at the cost of a mild concussion
Dear mother, it is with confidence I can say
The love of my mother I would never change in any way
My mother dearest filled with love galore
It is the love you have for all I do adore
For it is the Fear of God and the Love of The Lord I remember most
And on this day it is my dearest mother I do boast
Spring, 1945, German troops in his town were walking about not
carrying arms, they spoke to the locals in a friendly manner.
Looking back it was peace before the peace. Near Broremann's home
there was a tall house occupied by old non- commissioned officers,
middle-aged men in their thirties with children, gave the kids
chocolate and sweets (after the war the building was taken over by
British troops arrived, put a canteen in a disused fish factory,
the German troops had surrendered. Broremann got white bread
with spam from the British. The Germans left by train; many
of the town´s people came to wave goodbye, there was no
dislike against the common soldiers, wrath was directed at the
local Gestapo who had betrayed their country by being crueler
than the enemy and by sporting rimless Himmler glasses.
Years later Broremann met a docker in Hamburg who had spent
five war years in his town. They drank together and declared
it had been a peaceful war.
This poem is so serious,
that the content of it is mysterious,
Government claimed it as classified,
Did they lied?
I tried to make it public,
for everyone to see,
but two women came,
they started threatening me,
They also said that I'm endangering your life,
that I'm even endangering my wife,
which I don't have, as I was never married.
who am I to say,
something against them.
That they are wrong.
Those women seemed freakisly strong.
And in a bad mood.
So I'm sorry,
but don't worry,
Not even a goon
Won't stop me,
to write a new song soon.
A hero is just that lost in the suace proned to devastation
A barrage of intense flames loosed in its politically incorrect agenda
Sought back the upheavel with a smile still to know all the great while
A chalice is just that in some absurd excursion plotted to the extreme
The inevitable remedy with hearts on the upswing
Through the complacency proned to decency
The upmost honesty to endeavor the braided swelt of heat
In an illusion prond to twilight fantasy in its eternity
The inner plight of justification & sensitivity
Gone our the days we used to frolic in a haze
Today we are all being stuck inside a maze
Shattered dreams in the notion of fright to sight
In scrambled eggs inside the equation
You base your logical theories on the basis of regret
All the hero's and legend we knew as a child have left
In random discourse,
We felt the sound of innocence in the right perspective
Shattered fragments in their devastation in dreams
A flight of fancy & brevity
The cause of charity
In its equated logical fashion We absorbed the extremitites
Many today suffer in silence amidst its blindness
With temples of gloom shattered fragments in their room
Sitting in the chair
Hope they work with care
Anything to numb the pain
Fear driving insane
Novocain takes effect
From my fear it will protect
Now with relaxation
I feel no sensation
They treat me so nice
Definitely worth the price
Excited to help my smile
Although it may take awhile
Hours have gone by
I let out a big sigh
Will it ever end?
My mouth needs to mend
The dentist now complete
Amazed at their feat
Plans to finish are made
My insecurities start to fade.
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
Some people are scared of spiders,
Others are scared of lightning,
But to me, it somehow seems,
My boyfriend is scared of the ironing.
The heat from the iron’s hot plate,
Cause beads to form on his head
And the thought of folding all those clothes,
Clearly fills him with dread.
I sometimes think it would be nice,
If he’d give his own pants a press,
But his cheeks drain at the sight of the board,
And it isn’t worth the stress.
And I love my boyfriend,
And so I choose not to mither,
And end up doing the ironing myself,
(He’s not keen on the hoovering either!)
Maybe perhaps for All Hallows Eve,
I’ll scare my boyfriend to pieces,
By adorning the house with crumpled clothes,
And leave him to remove the creases!
All the violence on TV was probably not good for me
All the decapitated corpses on video games not the brightest idea for me
Life’s real dramas just frustrate me
All the fabricated television dramas annoy me
We all love a happy ending yet we consume the misery and pain of others
Haunted by life changing events
At times I just simply need to vent
Why be educated and humble when being ignorant and shallow brings you fame
Why save your virginity for marriage, when society’s sluts take all the good guys that a girl covets
Why be a nice guy, when all the respectable women settle for assholes yet are surprised when they are mistreated and cheated on
Why live a life down the correct path, when the wrong path is glorified and admired by society
Beneath the darkness and rubble of life exist the flickering white light of my once pure heart
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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.
I do not know?
Halloween Night 8/25/12
Night is coming fast,
I really want this night to last,
Ghost, ghouls, muppets, angels,
Little witches practicing their spells,
Graveyards appear off roads,
Cobwebs string along lumpy toads,
Fog comes from no where,
Frankenstein and Dracula want your blood,
What, are you scared?
It's Halloween, the dead emerge, runnnnnnnn
Amy Winehouse and Jack Daniels come hand in hand,
The show with Ray Charles with Zombie Winehouse in high demand,
Audience drinks mugs of tropical blood,
Werewolf from Paris flies in to make life undone,
Dario Argento takes notes for cool effects,
He sits away from the demons, of all, he knows them best.
For those stuck at home,
Pass out candy to a few drones,
Tinkerbell blesses you with glitter,
Mary Poppins has to mark this moment on twitter,
Jason would rather just cut your throat,
So be nice, give him the basket, try not to choke,
The Crazy 88s are Halloween neighborhood watch,
Looks like Andre the Giant just kicked one in the crotch,
It's midnight now, the carriage now a pumpkin,
Prince is mad, no kiss tonight, skins a lump again,
Concert was a success,
Candy is gone, no more stress,
Scared to sleep now, the best comes during rest....
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?
i woke this morning at about three
for something had surley taken over me
what ever it was i was'nt sure
but it was somthing i've never felt before
i cant really explain how it made me feel
first in a cold sweat then with chills
eyes wide open and out of breath
it was so hard to get a hold of myself
i sat up on the edege of the bed
and tried to get these vissions out of my head
still half awake and about to scream
when i realize that it;s just a dream
yet im still sitting here wondering why
there is so much fear when i close my eyes
i was told what you sow you will reep
but never knew it would haunt me in my sleep
i figure if i cant find peace at night
then something in my life just aint right
i ask for forgiveness everynite in my prayers
so i wont be awaken by these hellish nightmares
Come chase me across the world,
Every port of call,
Soar through the night,
Lets get away from it all.
Bed rooms down the hall.
Now I don't want to discuss business
I really don't mind the risk'es
Lets set new bounds
Lets let the pilot pound
The door will stay sound
So how have you been misses
Ready to have love hurled
In my arms be curled
And unfurle forgiveness
Hey get the door, I'll have a witness
damn here i am again another sleepless night
God please tell me what i;m not doing right
tossin and turning all night in bed
with all kind of crazy stuff going on in my head
why can't i dream of the good things that i love
instead of all the things i'm afraid of
dreaming of wars and demons and stuff
i really can't take this i've had enough
my head is all boggled up inside
with ugly fatal dreams of suicide
i dont get it why so much strife
when i really enjoy everyday of my life
my days are as happy as can be
so why are my dreams haunting me
i live right treat everyone pretty fair
but still every night i'm stalked by these hellish nightmares
Drove across the state
To go on a date
Found her online
Her picture looked fine
Knock on her door
My mind starts to soar!
IT'S A MAN
I write to release all of the emotions I’ve picked up during the day,
I write to remember happy memories, and to make the bad ones fade away.
I write because I am in love. I write because I’m in pain…
I write because I have nothing to lose, and so very much to gain.
I write when my head is filled with fantasies, dreams and or goals,
I write because just like an actor, my mind takes on many roles.
I write my own songs, poems and sometimes silly little rants,
I write because I feel, I write because I can’t.
I write to show others like me that they are never alone,
I write to create another world that is simply my own.
I write because I am proud. I write because I’m ashamed…
I write when there’s a voice inside of me that can’t be tamed.
I write at three in the morning when I can’t fall asleep,
I write because it is far better than counting furry sheep.
I write because I always have something to say,
I write because it has made me into who I am today.
once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane
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?
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.
I do not know?
....my mistake its not so bad.
SOMEBODY HELP ME !!!
The voices in my head argue forth and back
they make me tired afraid of an attack but…
I can’t sleep ‘cause the clowns will eat me
Scary Freakin' Clowns
What scares me most is that big red nose
I don’t want to be around when he sneezes or blows
Scary Freakin’ Clowns
No! what scares me most is those stupid floppy shoes
his big smelly feet are as big as canoes
Scary Freakin’ Clowns
NO WAIT, it’s those creepy smelly flat feet and gnarly toenails
those nasty twisted toenails on his big smelly flat feet
inside those stupid floppy shoes big as canoes
that’s what scares me most, ick I’m gonna be sick
Scary Freakin’ Clowns
And if you squeeze that frickin’ horn one more time, I’m gonna cram
it up your clownie brownie so damn far your farts will honk
Scary Freakin’ Clowns
The Adventure of a Timid Man.
The narrow dirt road I followed today was nothing more than a bumpy track,
on both sides ugly trees and thorny, evergreen bushes I was trapped in
the wilderness of enraged nature. Sun and deep shadows, god knows what
lurked in them. Prickly silence, the noise of the scooter unnerved me,
switched off the clamour; opaque calm. As a child when we played cowboys
and Indians I was forever the redskin; trust me to side with losers.
Tractor tracks which meant the road was leading somewhere. I heard grunts
in the bushes maybe it was a boar and if it charged I had no defense, not even
a folding knife. Whistled a Dixie tune, spoke loudly, the echo of my fear ran
up and down the road. I drove on ignoring the imps that grabbed at my shirt
trying to hold me back. And there I saw it the asphalted main road, now I had
nothing to fear but cars and crazy drivers.
I do not know?
Willows wink cautiously, stream downtrodden steep cavern
fixed twelve ancient existence, dim lit dreamscape.
Draw scribble hitherto fortune gold melt, cent tenth.
Alas awake if could name such, surround rusts faded silence.
Quit sorrow dilemma yanked empire squander
tear victim of gravity’s twisted humor,
I no longer fear monsters under my bed;
I decided that I'd be the monster, instead.
And now I can see the savage joys
In scaring little girls and boys.
So I pose a new, likely theory
Concerning monsters' identity:
There's nothing else for them to do;
Monsters are real people, too.
And from my studies in scaring, I've found
That humans don't care to look around
Before they go to bed at night,
Before they turn out all the lights.
And after their nighttime prayers are said,
Monsters come from the closet, or under the bed
To make them scream! But what is more,
(Looks innocent) I've never done that before.
You may have guessed from my face
That I'm not very brave
It's not my fault, I'd like to think
Because that's how I'm made.
And it's not like I've given up;
I really have been tryin'
But even though I can pretend,
I don't feel like a lion.
I've got a brain, and I've got heart;
That's not why I sing my dirge,
But rather it's because I lack
That hidden thing called courage.
If you could get me some somehow,
I would bravely sally forth,
And forever I would revere you
As Good Witch of the North.
they walk and talk
to them selfs
minds going thur hell
for wrong they don
and run to the sun
trying to be cool
stiil has tears with fears
TEARS OF A FOOL
This not my poem, just what someone said
on TV. I merely wrote it down, a comedian
spoke about sex, come to think of it
the joke wasn´t very funny so I decided to
ignore it. It´s hard to be a funny man, some
of them try so, hard too nervous to stand
still prancing about telling a stream of
humorous thing end innuendos that are
embarrassing and the public laugh and clap.
It is ok to be gay if you´re a comedian, flailing
arms about and walk funny, and the public
laugh and applaud… I met a comedian once
in a bar, he was trying to sell time shares and
could not stop telling jokes. When I went for
a slash – Oskar you are vulgar- he followed me
into the loo a never ending stream of jokes,
mostly about people who buy time shares.
He followed me outside had three dogs in his
car and offered me one. Next time I saw him
he was trying to sell expensive motor boats,
he had gone temporary, wore suit and tie,
didn´t recognize me, looked at me with sad
eyes… no point telling jokes today. The joke
I heard on telly, sorry I have forgotten it now.
i'm about ten minutes from going insane
another sleepless night of agonizing pain
all this has really given me the creeps
being afraid every night of going to sleep
waking every morning with the same question why
i have so many bad dreams of the many ways i die
stressed out about what to do
to keep these dreams from ever comming true
most my dreams could be the story to any horror movie plot
and i've tryed everything to make them stop
yet i live everyday scared
that one day i'll wake up
in one of these hellish nightmares
I think moms have eyes on the back of their heads;
I told my mom that; she just laughed instead.
But I feel that whenever I'm plotting my schemes
She watches intently, though that's not how it seems.
I can almost see eyes peeking from her hair;
But after I blink, the eyes are not there.
And despite my search of her head when she sleeps,
I still cannot find the other eyes that she keeps.
Or when I try to sneak up without her knowing,
Creeping so quiet, without ever slowing,
She stops me midtrack, as if she had heard me
When really those two extra eyes had deterred me.
But it's good for moms to have extra eyes
So when kids get in trouble, it is no surprise
And moms can deliver justice with care
Thanks to the eyes that are hidden by hair.
I shouldn't be frightened by these thoughts so strange
Even if they were true, I'm not sure much would change,
But still I keep checking each day just to see
When this transformation will come over me.
here's some advice
if you recive this deed
mabe your in need
have mouths to feeds
some will thinks thats
and call you honey
on you ueses
don't be a sap
fall in to a trap
and need bail
cause your in jail
be smart as a wail
not some one bunny
that call you honey
On calm moonless nights, I wonder with dread
If there might be monsters under my bed
With sharp gleaming fangs, all moist with slime
And long oozing tentacles with which to climb
Out from beneath, and up to the top
Where I lay, wondering if my heart will stop.
Oh no! Do I see a talon or three
Just waiting to make a grab at me?
Or was that a tail--I don't dare to look,
For it might be the last one I ever took.
One would think I'd never slept before,
And I don't think I can take it anymore!
I turn on my lamp--the room becomes bright
Revealing the truth of the terrors of night.
There are no monsters, just clutter a plenty;
Hard to believe that I'm already twenty.
'Cause if I suffer from fears that I had when I was five,
It's kind of a wonder that I'm still alive.
I do not know?
If he ever knows at all
It means he does not know
Knowing is a thing off the mind
Only of the minds of who cares to know.
I once met him who says he knows not
For all he thinks he knows was the unknown
In the land where the fear of the unknown is known
The land full of honey, milk and tons of thorns
I never knew he knows not that he knew
For whenever he is asked if this land was once blessed
All that he mouths to the crowd is that he knows not
But we knew that he was once a known coward unknowingly
Those who refuse to know of yesterday became the unknown
When the tons of thorns of today came knocking hard on them
We all chorused we don’t know if they are being fed with thorns
For they pretend not to know when our land became sour.
Alayande Stephen T.
18th of April,2006
Meant for the cowards and the betrayals of our struggle.
Those who ought to speak out, but for the fear of the unknown
They sold the struggle and became prey for the known
I dozed off on the couch last night
My dreams took me to a place that was bright
Dazed where i was wasn't known
Trying to awaken i felt than i wasn't alone
A fear started growing inside of me
Trying to open my eyes so i could see
Felt as if i was being held down
Tried to scream but their was no sound
Finally i was able to get my self awaken
That moment of fear left me a little shaken
Awakening to a big surprise
I gazed in to two big brown eyes
As my eyes were still adjusting to this
My face was getting wetter with every kiss
This might sound romantic to some of you
But believe me this is so not true
On top of me laid my dog like i wasn't there
Stretched out without a care
I looked around and lights on is all that i seen
The house was lit up brighter than its ever been
I don't know why my dog felt she could lay on me
There was plenty of space we have a sectional you see
But why should i be surprised she done stranger things than this
Are dog is surely to put us through a few more years of bliss
I do not know?
In fog as thick as Sunday morning ever got
There softly stepped a careful waking fool
The pumping blood that hammered in his head
Gave rhythm to the pain that clutched his eyes
He reached a shaking hand to grasp his cup
As whispers of his conscience teased his hackled neck
At times like these the souls of other men
From ill remembered mists arise
And laugh with joy to meet another foolish wreck
In sweat bled fear of where he’s been and why
And as the morning clears from fog to red
He sees why others balk and fear to tread
Upon the paths where other fools have led
And for the umpteenth time begins to swear
To never ever stretch his aching head
Beyond the limits of its solid boney wear
But now there’s one more reason to rejoice
With Happy Birthday greetings from the boys