Best Aint Poems
Who'd have thought words make them react like this,
failing to see my wit, just the unattractiveness.
An eye for crudeness that'll overpower the humorous.
I'm sure within their brain a tumour lives.
Has your face ever felt the force of a fist?
It'll twist your perception like a contortionist,
because offence and pain aint two of the same.
One requires staples so that the blood's contained,
the other's just a thought you'd rather not maintain.
I get that neither are a source used to entertain,
but at the end of the day crudeness aint pain.
Offence is just a nuisance you choose to refuse,
it aint a scar, a cut or a bruise.
Scars are something you can never remove,
but when I got mine I made jokes that amused.
So can you help me now please and give me some clues,
when I'd been hit by a knuckle duster I was less confused.
Do you really feel pain when I'm crude and rude?
Please explain how words upset and leave you offended.
How does it feel and how do you end it?
Is it just simple natural sounds that you can't stand?
Compare that to soldiers losing limbs and can't stand.
If this is you I've just one thing to say my friend,
your life is easy if words drive you around the bend.
POTD
5/7/2018
I like the accidental,
incidental
way- the mist kisses and lifts from the timberline,
like angelic lung
that breathes it all in,
drifts to the next flowering,
a honey bee in a land of fairy as our heart's
flutter and are arrow stung, eros strung.
The way the sun facets its beam in
shutter glistened wink,
balance hung in the cascadency of echo-system,
beats, chirps, wakings strummed.
How loving that the lens is left open to show
we are live radiantly in a song and not alone,
not a curse of one.
I like how food just happens to be,
a bounty of giving,
a consistent conglomeration congealed upon itself
and presented as social happenstance
of living happened stance,
aroma of heart lance of delicious varietal trance
of sustenance.
In colors decadent,
juices, magnificent enough to be
a cuisine, cuisinart machinery.
I like the sunrise, how it presents itself in
a theatrical opening credit,
the greeting anew, all be it-
the salutationed dew, sparkling,
chirping song-ward, music impending-
foreshadowed-Mother's teet
sending milk in perfect flow,
"in a brilliance of only One who is in the know".
A verse spoken long-words tokened in a windswept mansions of Holy dimensions-vowed.
In patterned tale cameowed mosaic chord
of harmonic scale to tell, the sunset to bow.
the grandeur of a days production,
setting silhouette cast and an amen
and again by the moon to watchover as sentinel
who keeps watch for,
in the promise of dawn,
in wait, stagelight
drawing ready
to perform from- behind the curtain again.
Aint It Funny How It Is.
I was born
on Christ-
mas day.My
mother was
sprung out
on drugs. My
father was
unknown, he
was one of
her tricks.
The moment
I cried, I was
placed in the
foster care
system. My
mother was
deemed un-
fit. I've never
known love.
I was placed
in several
foster homes.
I was raped
in most of
them.I ran
away from
those awful
homes. So I
was declared
ward of state
by fifteen.
The streets be-
came my hum-
ble abode.I hate
Christmas. And
there's nothing
jolly about it.
12/15/ 19
Inspired By The Darker Side
Of Christmas Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Your face,
Made a fake smile, (you said)
I love you,
I need you,
I want you just for a while,
You told me,
That I made you smile,
All the things you said to me,
Are just words now,
How can we love,
When you love me for yourself,
(This Aint Love)
Chorus: 2x
What are we doin,
If this love ain't real,
What is this feeling,
That I feel,
I'm broken in emotion,
I'm broken in love, (you said)
I need you,
I want you
You're the only one,
I'm thinkin of, (so tell me)
How can we love,
When there's always someone else,
(This Aint Love)
Chorus 2x
Bridge:
How can we love,
When there's always someone else,
How can we make up,
When you only love me for yourself,
verse #3:
You got me imprisoned,
Inside your heart,
When kissed
I felt, Like we,
Would never be apart,
chorus 2x
doe eyed plea for help
nothing on earth can withstand
puppy in the rain
for contest 'micropoetry- ain't that tweet' sponsored by
Casarah Nance
Jul 31st 2015
Two dinos were once gonna fight.
It gave everyone such a fright.
The stars shown above.
As they fell in love.
She kissed him and made it alright.
Change Aint Easy
We thought it was so simple back then
Things didn't need to have to make sense
different words were okay,
yep green on both sides of the fence
We just played
I was a boy
you were a girl
My hair straight yours had a bit of curl
Jumping on pogo sticks
feeling dizzy when we'd twirl
Boy things, girl things?
Forget it, let's follow that squirrel
Today kids gotta be gender neutral free
No labels, no siree
He's not a him and she aint a she
No one knows for sure who they might be
maybe somewhere in the middle or all three
I remember boys and girls climbing trees
hopscotch, jump rope and skinned knees
We'd pretend to sail the seven seas
Little kids didn't know about birds and the bees
We didn't have the politically correct disease
Yep, we were more interested in running with the breeze
Playing outside in sunshine
or even when it would freeze
Just kids building forts
Playing cowboys and Indians in our shorts
Using pieces of wood as racquets
on the tennis court
playing with snakes and toads
unconcerned with warts
Our biggest worry
was bringing home our school reports
Yes, I understand the world is changing
It's time to point fingers and start blaming
The past generation needs shaming
We're toothless fierce
But somehow
we still need taming
trying our best but lacking training
No need to worry
the old ways are fading
Now it's okay
if it's us you're hating
In time you'll be old
and with the new young you'll be debating.
I'll be long gone
Hopefully you won’t be complaining
Yep, change can be awfully frustrating...
Note: I put myself in an older person’s shoes and tried to imagine how things have changed since the 40s and 50s. The landscape has changed quite a bit since then. Each subsequent generation will look back and think their time was the good old days and the next generation will need to put their stamp on the world. Then their time will end, and the following generation will think they had it all wrong. As long as we keep trying hopefully we'll get more right than wrong.
I met a women who wouldn't say hello,
she was in my life before I could let you know,
so hard to find a little find like this one-
don't ya know?
It wasn't me who became the Ogre,
it was my entire past,
she magnified to intense proportions over night,
but that women still only shows her teeth white-
in my dreams,
and in my coherent mind,
the rudeness shines,
in others as well,
pours like pales when I don't get what I want-
I feel like my past might as well be gone.
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
Awoke in the dark upon my bed
With the cat sleeping on my head,
Grabbed my socks and blew my nose
Tried to pull my hanky onto my toes.
I knew something wasn’t right
Shoulda turned on the light.
Staggered to the kitchen,
While the cat was kickin’...
Seems I put her food in the litter box,
And now she’s going into detox.
Where in the heck is the coffee pot?
Sure am trippin’ a lot.
I knew something wasn’t right.
Shoulda turned on the light.
Time for me to go to work,
Gotta get the coffee to perk.
Tastes awful weak without the grounds.
Time to go to work and make my rounds,
On no …. that’s right… I Lost my job!
Oh well, might just go for a jog.
I knew something wasn’t right.
Shoulda turned on the light.
Santa Claus aint no has been,
until ole boxing day,
love your poetry its a dream,
keep em coming Mystic, hey
xox....Don
{MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS{
thank you Mystic Rose
Ain’t Nuthin To Do in Lubbock
By David J Walker
The Killer came to town
Jerry lee Lewis and his pal
Jim Ed Brown
Playin at the municipal coliseum
To a sell out crowd
Payin up to 5 bucks
Just to see ‘em playin loud
But… that Ain’t Nuthin
Cause Asleep At The Wheel an
Jerry Jeff Walker an The Mains Brothers,
Waylon n Willie and a lot of others
Includin Alvin Crow were still knocking em dead at
Back to back weekend shows
At the Cotton Club
While all the musicians in town
went to see Stevie Ray V
wailing on his fender
At Stubbs where Lou kept the BBQ ribs
And the cold beer comin
Joe Ely was there being cool
playin pool
tradin licks Jesse guitar Taylor
And Some fool still says….
Ain’t nuthin to do in Lubbock
You threaten to shoot my friends dead.
You lie about what they have said.
You mock me in my misery.
You throw your knife at Cameron's head.
That ain't my trip.
You call her curses every day.
But overhear! They claim you're gay.
You flip your lid and kill the kid
And in your room you hide away.
That ain't my trip.
You lie and say I have a crush.
That ain't my trip.
That ain't my trip.
No, that ain't my trip.
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
Don't clog,read this blog
Careful with the pipes
Don't stop up the toilets,
Cause aint no plumber coming'',
That bad tooth, that hurts to the root,
News flash, ‘ain't no dentist open'.
Separate your garbage,
Garbage man aint doing extra,
No has mask suits or gas mask,
They aint up for the task.!.
Pray on the internet, cause your church is closed.
If the catch you gathering your church will be exposed.
You need to activate your MacGyver,mode.
Eat food that is expired,
pull out your tooth with the pliers,
cut up a sheet and make diapers,
Make hand sanitizer, and wipes;
clean off your cards after you swipe.
Use coffee filters and cotton,
add stretchy cord and cover.
Stand 6 feet away from your brother,
sister, and Mother, an any others.
Grow food in plastic bottles.
Again, I say, you must
learn to maneuver like MacGYVER;
O’ and don’t throw nothing away,
you may need it on the ''May-Day,''
If, when ‘’Rona‘’ Comes your way.
Don't clog, read this blog…
Careful with the pipes
Don't stop up the toilets,
Cause aint no plumber coming',
aint nobody Comin’,
Everyone is running.!
Cause they don’t want Carona.!
Ambulance aint comin’…
‘’Boys in blue aint coming.’’
Everyone is running,
thinking you may have the virus.
Better take the
Herbs, and bush and vitamins.
Better get innovative.
Like the farmer said to the potato
I will plant you now, and dig you later.
So, y'all better maneuver like
MACGYVER, Soul inspiring.
MAKE AWAY OUT OF NO WAY
''Cause ain't nobody comin’.!