Best Appropriate Poems
I was walking down to the taco joint
wearing my new conical Chinese hat,
I looked how it looked, it gave me some flair,
but some beta-hipster took issue with that.
He stalked up and said,”It’s people like you
who are holding us back as a nation!
Do you not realize how offensive that ?
It’s cultural appropriation!”
I rolled my yes and weight if I wanted
to take the time now to deal with this crap,
betting the fool wouldn’t have raised a fuss
if I’d worn my Oktoberfest cap.
But when I saw the man’s smug scowl
there was no question what I would do,
said,”Before we talk about my hat,
we should first see the problems in you.
“I see that you’re wearing denim jeans,
and denim first came from fair Italy,
so unless you are an Italian man
you better drop them right here in the street.
“And there upon you shirt, a name and a number,
don’t you know our numbers are Arabic?
And since you clearly are not an Arab,
you’re wearing of them makes me quite sick!
“And the worlds sprawled across all your clothing,
spelled out in the Latin alphabet…
Unless you’re Roman you shouldn’t wear that,
what the hell is going on in your head?
“You know now that I come to think of it,
Democracy was thought up by the Greeks,
as you’re not one, you shouldn’t be voting,
unless insulting them is what you seek.
“And don’t even think about eating corn,
the First Americans invented it,
it’s part of their culture, so if you care
never again eat a tortilla chip!
“Or you could just grow the hell on up,
cultures borrow from others all the time,
they’re not a straight jacket, they always adapt
to the ever-changing challenge of time.”
I stopped and stared at the man’s angry face,
I figured even he must get the gist,
instead he scowled harder somehow,
cried,”You nothing more then a damn fascist!”
In no mood to waste anymore of my life,
I sighed and walked away from that twit,
appropriated some crunchy tacos,
and stayed up late watching Samurai flicks.
Karaoke life-pantomime emo
intentions bill me I am a
humofake------my ill
allegiance to a low life
inconsequentially---defined
but altogether mesmerised to
count for the inner masses
intelli-gentzia unsurpassed
unpronounced, unguilded
and un-aforementioned assguides
drowned in altered dire straights
poised poisoned in a cerebral palsy intensity
my resident in dubious density of
thrill thoughts recounted where I am who,
what, when, where do I re-impose
myself on the viral immediate piss
prism of postal positional prowess
parsecs------human---oid?
Ill Conceived? Measured? Pasteurized? Anointed?
Ill gotten gain as gain is immediate captured in a
micro/macro/millo circumstance six unfettered in a
tubious trance me a----long lost in my toasted filled
trick trance unobliged ability to an inner acquired
incompetent hopeful happenstance of a halted point
of here we are--longing living life; I am only who I
am without regret, request, redundant; An unaltered
reincarnate recapitulates the humm drive
of our giving planet, this in turn redirects our poise to the
song of our planet; that purpose ever endeavors our pitch
to fix that Forever fever of things to come.
11319
Everything had been assessed..
given proper meaning label
pre-designed by.. perception
of the certain person's level..
Cultural ownership,
disproportionately lavished upon kings,
the occasional ecopolitical queen,
white male Republican Senators,
elite corporate CEOs
overdriving inside monocultural management
feeding consumer acquisitive appetites
Leads to cultural entitlement
Elitely leads to cultural appropriation,
where I win appropriate proportions
at your loser disproportionate misfortune,
And,
sometimes to multicultural creolization,
where everyone wins Golden Rules
co-arisingly together.
When Would It Be Most Appropriate To Say, I Love You?
“When would it be most appropriate to say I love you?
Today, tomorrow,—sunrise, sunset;
Would it make a difference?
I love you all the time.”
In moments, circumstances change lives
But I will always be there for you;
(I am more than flesh,—cold and indifferent.)
At your side: in pain, in birth,
In joy and happiness; unto death.
My love for you exceeds these boundaries.
My commitment to you is forever.
Together, our house will never fall
Nor my eyes dim of your beauty.
Even with age.
A nation divided, its fabric ripped to shreds
Like a clipper ship’s sails in a hurricane
Its rudder wrenched from its stern
Leaving its course to the mercy of its abuser
The fate of its crew dependent on its strength
And its ability to weather the storm
To once again sail proudly and majestically
Over the treacherous seas of public opinion.
Whining, is age appropriate,
With wrinkles - both newborns and aged.
Boo-hoos - in cradle; before grave.
The old straitened; babes’ swaddled.
With wrinkles, both newborns and aged,
They are bathed, despoiled, and diapered.
The old straitened; babes’ swaddled.
Rock and roll lullabies, falling.
They are bathed, despoiled, and diapered.
Boo-hoos - in cradle, before grave.
Rock and roll lullabies, falling.
Whining is age-appropriate.
F-ind
A-ppropriate
M-oments
I-n
L-etting
Y-our
H-ousehold
O-bserve
U-plifting
R-ecreation
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
the “appropriate” distance
one can never be far enough from heartbreak
**** those who say that walking back into the fire shows how much stronger you have grown---
just who are you trying to prove it to?
if walking back in the same vicinity as the fire,
near anyone who has ever hurt you, is something that you do not see as a
profitable experience for yourself (and ONLY yourself),
then why do it?
there is no distance between a person who has annihilated another emotionally &
their victim, which should be deemed
“appropriate,”
for as we are alive for a brief moment,
only a ****ing moron would want to relive
what almost did them in, the first time around,
with so many fish in the sea, blah blah blah blah---
what matters is keeping yourself sane,
what matters is keeping yourself from sticking their head on a ****ing stick
to leave in the center of town,
if in fact you were to get hurt again---
one should learn from putting that hand on the burner the first time,
so as to avoid it, so as to keep it from happening again,
as certainly these things keep us awake &
certainly they allow us to learn,
but to prevent oneself from doing so,
is an immeasurable form of lunacy
unique to any idiot who might enjoy the smell of their own skin burning
when they ignore all the signs &
walk straight into that fire once again.
P-oems
A-re
R-hymed
I-n
S-ublime
M-eter
A-s
R-eaders
E-xpect
E-xcellent
B-eauty
O-f
R-ighteous
E-xpression
H-aving
A-ppropriate
M-essage
Topic: Poetess (Paris Maree Boreham)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-irthday
I-s
N-icely
G-iven
S-urprise
U-sing
Y-our
A-ppropriate
T-ime
Topic: Birthday of Bing A. Suyat(July 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic