Blood leaking from my nose,
A probable prologue to my death.
And it blows.
The lows,
Lately I’ve been peaking at my lows.
A dishonourable rest forever forebodes.
My heart keeps faking pounds and it shows,
Why boy are you a “shy boy”?
Wear a lie boy but it seems that they know.
Fashionable is not tolerable,
Your best however,
Your best just can’t keep up with the woes.
The worst lies heap upon lies,
Until the truth is a memory disposed.
Tomorrow costs an arm and a leg,
Temperance must foster within your mind to maintain your growth.
The days over,
Night comes with dark creeping at my neck.
My temperament lost,
It’s not easy to find the might to compose.
You fight though because tomorrow is close.
You fight,
Tomorrow is close.
Trust the pass,
Trust the path and endure the stress.
Give in and rest,
Forget the past just to regret the joke.
More or less dangle above grass,
Ensure your silhouette glides,
Endure the last breaths before you choke.
A probable prelude to my death,
The last breaths before the doze into rest.
What a joke.
_____back
Just buy Panama: the next 51st state
Lost in some distant ghostly debate
For $1.00
Greenland may cost US a little more
Hopefully not an arm and a leg or more
Yet, it's still a worthy cause. #52?
A momentary lapse of reason
While navigating the road ahead
And with antelope now in season
I'm going home with its mounted head
It's too bad how much damage was done
Repairs will cost an arm and a leg
But the deer wasn't the only one
Now I'm left with a hook and a peg
Today, I got the blues, because I am down and out; I have problems that.
make me wanna holler; however, I know problems don't last forever-
Today, I'm blue, but I'll be fine.
There's a woman, she always asking for money; I can never satisfy her.
She wants my whole paycheck that I receive bi-weekly. What can I do?
I love her so, my heart pounds every second of my life. A woman,she
can make you drink, because it costs an arm and a leg to keep her.
happy. Today, I'm blue, but I'll be fine.
The eye's seen enough
The heart's beat a lot for the bluff
Of the joyful hope of sorrow
That’s promised for every morrow
By the driver of the land's wealth—
Who's covered the land's breath
Like the spreading sky.
Over many years of false
The land still remains
Like that of yesterday
Poverty kills a lot under
Your table—the record of life.
The crying eye sees
Time is getting older
We see unity as our weapon
Even you act like deaf master—
Who does not hear the cry of his servant
Why!
Why always making the poor to face the sun?
Why remembering us the root we came from?
Why making us like a beggar
Struggling out of mansion without stick?
In your time,
Education was free
Did we commit offense
That's made our time
To have an arm and a leg?
This ’s the unanswered question
We have kept asking.
Come back comrades!
It's time to light our candle!
Walk in street to street!
Move from door to door!
Shift from gate to gate!
With the beautiful song
Aluta continua!
Victoria acerta!
When I'd give an arm and a leg! --
What's more, every Christmas I beg:
I want a dog! Please please pleeeaase!
But mom complains of poop and fleas.
I'd claim responsibility to give a wash
But my dream of a dog goes-- squash
I plead, I persuade, and I pray --
Promise to walk my dog every day!
No matter how much I blatantly bribed
Mom's allergies leave me dog-prived. :(
10/17/21
House on the Haunted hill
Over the years many have gotten ill
This world is rotten still
All about the dolla bills
People often steal
Why does blood always gotta spill?
Do you know how being at the bottom feels?
Tragedies occurred inside of cotton fields
Too many got the wrong ideals
Goal is a house on a hill
Truth be told, big shoes I've gotta fill
For now I'ma stop and chill
Then pop a pill
It all was worth a shot or nil
This is reality not a drill
I told you dog it's real
Went way beyond Watsonville to Bonneville
In the end it either did or did not appeal
Becoming part of the gossip mill
I will not stop until
I've truly got my fill
I know one thing though, always sippin' out this bottle kills
Cost is an arm and a leg in hospital bills
Gotta work smart and hard, since I want the mills
Not all this struggle and drama still
Like on Doctor Phil
I would give an arm and a leg to see him, she said.
She was going to meet a new guy by name of Ted.
Only time will tell if things will turn out okay.
I am weak as a kitten, I heard my friend say.
At the end of the date she had the time of her life.
She expected this guy Ted to make her his wife.
I said, I hope you did not speak of your crazy short leg.
No, she nodded. I avoided that like the plague.
I took the tiger by the tail, she told me smugly.
Thought outside the box, called myself May Puggly.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, I reminded her.
Just in case the expected outcome did not occur.
It is as plain as the nose on my face she said later.
He was not much of a man, a notorious dater.
He is now as dead as a doornail me, that hack!
Was she actually the pot calling the kettle black?
Time sure did fly when I was having fun.
But now that he has stood me up, this creep had better run!
Oh, how I long to touch you
it’s just that “I’m all thumbs”
and you deserve much more than just
a few remaining crumbs!
“An arm and a leg”, I would give
for one more chance, you see
But then again, if that's the case,
just where would we be?
You know that “I’m all ears”
for any thoughts you’d share
But for a man “all thumbs and ears"
just why would you care?
“It’s as plain as the nose on your face!”
I need “all hands on deck”
But with my lips, (I just have two!)
I could kiss your neck
“Ants in my pants” I hear you say
But just what would you know
As you’re the one here “all dressed up
with nowhere to go!”
“If all that glitters is not gold”
and I’m “all talk and no action“
Take off the makeup and go tp sleep
We’ll get no satisfaction!
The price of Faberge egg
Costs an arm and a leg.
The Landlord Regime
They’re sick of the homeless they say the city’s gone to pot
But let’s look at the statistics and let’s see want we have got
We’ve got landlords and slumlords charging an arm and a leg
And then they wonder why people all over are forced to beg
They want to see references with a down payment for heat
Where does one get that when they're coming off the street
You need to have a credit check if you want to live here
We'll throw in a police record check just to make it clear
We only want the tenants who are well off and employed
And the undesirable jobless folk we’ll just strive to avoid
So how is a person who's on a fixed income meant to deal
When expectations from landlords are clearly so unreal
I heard a rumour that I never knew
Santa delivers to animals too
But, throughout the ages
He’s feared beasts in cages
So he leaves till last, his trip to the zoo
Small children, they play the game right
Of Santa they never catch sight
In the Amazon halls
Santa lost both his balls
’Cause crocodiles don’t sleep at night
The Tiger that bit off his nose
Pursues him wherever he goes
Too tight for his waist
The bars slow his haste
He’s just lost an ear and two toes
He bound his foot with a bandana
He’d meant to give someone mañana
The big ape was risky
He looked pretty frisky
And then Santa lost his banana
A coyote from Winnipeg
Snarled but he tried not to beg
He offered him joy
With a nice squeaky toy
Which cost him an arm and a leg
But Santa Claus doesn't know fear
This happens each time he comes here
In ten months or so
His bits will regrow
That’s why he comes just once a year
I drop off my car in anticipation,
That it doesn’t require, complete restoration.
‘You’ll have it by two’ the young lady said
Then I am told it’s five thirty instead.
They text a report, the news is not good
Do I have to confirm? I am told that I should!
For the break pads are worn, the suspension is shot,
The tyres threadbare and the engine’s too hot.
The exhaust has a hole and the brake fluids low,
The clutch is a slipping and the wipers too slow,
The paintwork is poor and the bonnet is dented,
Should’ve had it in sooner, this could have been prevented.
It’s an arm and a leg when the invoice arrives,
Which I have to pay or my car I’m deprived!
Now the automobile’s a fairly recent invention,
But these service costs surely weren’t the intention!
A reckless young pirate named Greg
Drank whisky straight out of a keg.
He cried 'Look at me!'
In shark-ridden sea;
That drink cost an arm and a leg!
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