Best Cut It Out Poems
Look at the color of that face,
It should not be in this place,
We do not want that face to stay,
Stop! God loves that face anyway
Look at that black evil heart,
Terrible hatred it must impart,
Cut it out and throw it away,
Stop! God loves that heart anyway
The truth is not in him for he is a liar,
He spreads deceit like a wildfire,
Don’t believe a word he might say,
Stop! God loves him anyway
Look at her, the loose jezebel,
She has slept with everyone I can tell,
Don’t speak to her today,
Stop! God loves her anyway
There is that man a convicted thief,
He is worth nothing and has caused much grief,
Lock your door while you are away,
Stop! God loves him anyway
How ugly are those deformed legs,
What a pitiful disgrace when he begs,
It is best to ignore him, look away,
Stop! God loves him anyway
How fat can one person be?
That is so disgusting, I am glad it’s not me,
How could anyone end up this way,
Stop! God loves him anyway
What a complete failure of a man I say,
He has never had anything go his way,
People laugh at him every day,
Stop! God loves him anyway
She murdered her child before it’s birth,
She thinks it was nothing without any worth,
A monster without a conscious some say,
Stop! God loves her anyway
That drunkard, never enough for him to drink,
He’s thrown his life down a bottle I think,
A stop in every bar along his way,
Stop! God loves him anyway
She is the biggest hypocrite that ever lived,
Two faced with nothing ever good to give,
I hope she gets her reward I pray,
Stop! God loves her anyway
Her mind is gone, she is curled on the floor,
Throw her a hospital, lock the door,
We don’t have to think about her this way,
Stop! God loves her anyway
I am a pitiful waste I realize,
I will never measure up in anyone’s eyes,
It’s too late for I give up today,
Stop! God loves me anyway!
If God forgives so should we,
If we accept Christ, God will set us free,
Before you judge today,
Stop! God loves us all anyway!
I'm looking for another heart, a new one, por favor,
See, mine is cold and broken - I don't want it anymore ...
It served me well for quite a while, and beat with rhythm, sure,
But its seams are torn and ragged since I heard "goodbye" from her.
I only want a meager one - I don't plan to use it much,
Not for joy or hope or loving, just pumping blood and such.
I won't need help exchanging it, of that, I have no doubt ...
There's no surgery required ... she already cut it out.
I'm looking for a human heart,
A brand-new one, por favor,
Mine's quite cold and broken,
I don't want it anymore.
It served a purpose for a while,
And it beat with rhythm, sure ...
But its seams are old and ragged,
Since I heard "goodbye" from her.
I'll only need a modest one,
I don't plan to use it much,
It won't be tasked with loving,
Just pumping blood and such.
I won't need help exchanging
The old one, that's no doubt,
There's no surgery required -
As she already ... cut it out.
No more cheese!
By Stanley Russell Harris
Poetry Soup Honorable Mentioned.
(The mad author)
Saw my doctor the other day.
Was a routine appointment I say.
Well was for me as I’m unwell.
Better than saying as sick as hell.
Another tablet I must take.
As my cholesterol number, is far too high.
Then Doctor did ask of me.
‘Do you eat cheese?’ She did you see.
I gulped and managed to squeak, ‘yes.’
Then she said, ‘cut it out.’
That raised my hackles don’t you doubt.
I faced the doctor and then did say.
‘That’s my main food, I eat every day.’
Then, I explained, ‘I’m sugar and fat free.’
And once specialists said, ‘no strong Greens for me.’
Between all the advice given there.
All I could have was a plate of air.
I was sorry, but begged to say.
‘Please don’t take my cheese away.’
Doctor did say, ‘your cholesterol is high.’
Did not add, ‘if you don’t lower it you will die.’
But it was implied, I do not lie.
So now fat-free cheese, and fat-free margarine.
On crackers, now I eat.
Or I eat brown bread, instead of white starched wheat.
One day I will fade away.
Not from what I eat.
But just because Doctor said,
‘Cheese, you cannot eat.’
I left doctors looking glum.
Her shopping basket was on the floor.
I saw she had two bottles of wine.
And blinking cheeses by the score.
0oo0ooo
I speak
without considering people's feelings--
BITE TONGUE!
I wink
foolishly in attempt to do a wicked plan--
NO LUCK!
I smack
my lips teasingly and annoyingly--
SOW LIPS!
I think
before I prank on my siblings--
DON'T EVEN!
I joke
around until I receive a laugh--
HA-HA...
I cry
out to get attention--
SHUT UP!
I chew
on my food loudly to irritate others--
CLOSE MOUTH!
I snap
my fingers in silliness--
QUIT IT!
I sneak
into my sister's room with a wake-up call--
GET OUT!
I write
in gibberish verses--
ERASE!
I type
my gibberish verses on Poetrysoup--
DELETE!!!!!!
I laugh
because I already posted my poem--
YOU FOOL!
I got
what I deserved--
A WACK!!!
I slam
my fist-shaped hands in sudden anger--
TRY ME!
I glare
at my bossy sister in disapproval--
WHAT BRO?
I close
my mouth so I won't say another word--
GOOD BOY!
“Hey, Guitar, you’re such a prima donna,
Always out the front of the stage,
Thinking you’re the biggest in the band,
With some drugged, delusional rage.”
“What’s that Drums? I can’t hear what you say,
Walk up here and tell me your woe.
Just walk over here, like other instruments do,
Anytime, during the show.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’m too important to move,
I’m better than a little fretted thing,
I am the beat, the tempo, leading the entire band,
And I own what the singer can sing.”
“You two, cut it out, neither of you are the real big thing,
You aren’t what the crowd wants to see,
We all know they come to hear my blues,
Hear me, the harmonica, play blues in key”.
The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend,
The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on the
fourteen hundred block, Forth street. The deceased IE; perp is a white male,
approximately thirty five years old with lots of tattoos, some of them are kind of
indistinguishable. Hair, black, Mustache, black...Lots of rings.
The victim, person attacked, Maria Wiegold, tagged for prostitution seventeen
times in the past five years, was apparently in the process of being beaten and
strangled in said ally. She said the perp had a knife, the Homicide boys said
it was a flensing knife, I had to look that up. Flensing knife, I'll have to remember
that. The perp was struck down before he could kill her. Is this the Ripper?
I think we got us a live one here, in a manner of speaking. Maybe the killings
will stop now, by the Grace of God! " Yo, Brick"! " What do ya want Mikey, I'm kinda
busy here. " I done some checking with the ME, and your ice berg aint the Rip" He's
the broads Pimp, name's Gino Rondo" " arm long rap sheet, attempted murder
more assaults than I can count" " Your lucky you can count to ten Mikey, and
that's with your shoes off" "Awe Brick, cut it out, will ya"!
" Cheese Whiz, Mikey, I thought we had this one in the bag" " You always was a
hard luck story Brick" Yeah, yeah, I'm goin down to the Morgue, check on our
stiff. " William thirty Baker, central, show me 10-9 at central morgue, I'll be on
portable if you need me" " Central, William thirty Baker, will do Brick". Yeah....
" Hullo Doc"! " Hello Brick"! " I'm here for the skinny on my stiff" " You mean MY
stiff, don't you"? " Well....the Skinny as you call it, is, One cut, powerful, downward
thrust, begins at the breastbone and ends at the groin" " Very precise, almost surgical,
except"! " Except what Doc?" " I don't know any surgeons that
use a sword to cut into people" " You sure Doc?" " Quite sure Brick, I've seen
something like this before, in Japan...If I miss my guess, this was done with
a Japanese Katana".
Samurai !!!
My smoking has spread cancer
All over me now
Still my strength's the answer
I'm not shutting down
Growing larger everyday
The rumour of my tumour
They need to cut it out
But I'm still in a good humour
Living each day
One at a time
You want to see me dead?
Well I guess I don't mind
Not blind to the detriment of my health
First you must be poor to appreciate wealth
Turn up the radio
jump start the chemicals
What did they say?
Well, you're not an animal
a definition of zero
Attacked by the genes
of a century of shame
Don't make me say it twice!
You're a believer
a pretty little deceiver
the aftermath of purgatory
when the story ends
you'll say it again
say it again!
Don't you tell me
This isn't what you wanted
so I guess you should have
cut it out!
Information overload
all the children screaming “go”!
Go!
All the one's you thought wouldn't know
Go!
Everything you belittled
Go!
Lover's just a title
Go!
Go!
Go!
Well you're not an animal
a definition of zero
attacked by your own reservoir
of shame
Go!
Pretty little deceiver
When were you a believer
In the countenance
that you sold?
Go!
All the children screamin'!
Go!
All the lovers cryin'!
Go!
Little deceiver
Go!
Definition overload!
Now she sits down, head
hung low as my soul,
picking at the grass
Her head’s on the desk
counting out the syllables
just like me
When the moment calls
ah, what use are syllables
let’s break the cycle
Five seven five five
five seven five seven five
five seven five five
Tick tock, going round
and round and round and round and
round and round and round
As eons crawl by
the moments repeat themselves
only for those who listen
Facsimile smiles
she told me this yesterday
and I know the secret
“Cut it out guys, it’s
serious as a heart attack”
that was good timing
A hole on the knee
a hole in her jeans
a hole in my soul, oh yeah
Counting out the words
what utter futility
what else in our lives?
Eight bars of light sit
on the ceiling, letting us
see what we are doing
Impeach Bush and Cheney
afterdowningstreet.org
says the orange bracelet
until they all come home, I
will wear this yellow bracelet
to show my solidarity
Hair stands on my hand,
blown by the breeze
of the air-conditioner
A silver cross is hung
from the fire alarm
blown as well on the breeze
Under the sun, we
play out our peaceful lives
never stopping to think
Dammit, go away
sit down, because you
are the freak
“Nice guys finish last”
stop talking to my lady
well, not really my lady
This feeling,
I must deal with it
Alone
Dangerous, dangerous lady!
Don’t you know you’re heading down
the road to heartbreak?
Refrain: But who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.
Been feeling a little reflective
my past has not been kind
had a hard life
but who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.
Suddenly there's new perspective
have I lost my mind ?
I must be looking for strife
but who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.
Family thinks I'm defective
that puts me in a bind
so I lost my partner-goodbye wife
but who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.
Have received the odd invective
but this is what I find
(mentally) cut-it-out with a knife
but who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.
My heart contains a black diamond:
and I am
unique in that.
Elizabeth alexander 20/12/2015.
GOT TO CHANGE THE CRAPPY WAYS
To all kinds of crappy individuals,
who think they are high and mighty.
I find them people with no principles
for they are really mean and slimy.
I was a disability specialist for years
analyzing and processing disability claims.
I heard claimants’ demands for hours
or their attorneys’; they could be profane.
They wanted the money they believed
they were entitled for paying the premiums.
The reason for delay, they could not perceive
and the fact their employer paid the premiums.
They said or screamed, “you don’t know anything”
and asked for the supervisor or manager.
I would say they would tell you the same thing,
so read the policy for we follow the same parameter.
Their attorneys would say I am an attorney,
like telling me I was nobody and they were better.
They would say I would sue you, like it would deter me.
I said, “go ahead and send it in with documents altogether”.
I would read them the provisions of the policy, why we
need documents and they would not even have a clue.
Appeared they were just concerned about their fees
without getting and reading the policy for a review.
Some of these claimants, they did not want to work.
They filed for disability benefits, as source of income.
Telling them they were not disabled, they were irked.
No disabling conditions to take advantage of the system.
To people full of crap, like rudeness and dishonesty.
Change the crappy ways that would not get anywhere.
I am not judgmental, I am telling with complete honesty.
Cut it out, meanness, nastiness would lead nowhere.
1/9/22 King-Size Bull Crap Poetry
Charles Messina
Used RhymeZone
So,
There's something i have to say...
Even though...
I know you wont listen...
Iv'e seen you get drunk and feel so high,
Iv'e seen you angry and all so,
'Merry'
Your alcohol is all you can see...
Can't you see...
That your smothering me?
Once i find comfort in the arm's of a friend...
You always come along and then...
You pretend...
Then when you leave,
I'm all alone...
Yet again.
I break down and cry,
Wishing you'd cut it out...
If only you could hear the sobbing i do...
If only you could see the pain i'm going threw.
I can't look at you anymore!!!
My mind and heart have had enough
My body is stressing...
So now it's my turn.
Maybe now...
You'll see...
What iv'e grown to be.
Hear the agonizing screams of my painful mind...
See you weren't only hurting yourself.
When you gave in...
You were also hurting me!!!!!!!!!
Nameless, the feeling
describable
only
in picture
The scene
EMBLAZONED
on yr retina, the morning
A dock, a rock, the setting sun
bark slap whrrr laughlaugh
chooooord
and
silence.
Four desks are pushed together
and four kids titter as the teacher walks by
I whisper to my friend something secret
CUT IT OUT
BACK TO WORK
bellows the teacher
and
silence.
Furious scribbles of self-pity after the Algebra test
a note dropped in Her locker.
No response
and
silence.
A thousand live trees rise all around me
each leafdrop of dew recorded for all time
captured in a pen’s snapshot
alone and happy and one with the universe
I embrace
the
silence.
You dragged me down to your level with your heartless judgment...love didn't arrive at my doorstep
You are the predator and I’m the victim
You are the executioner and I’m the man, tied up to the chair
GET A GRIP....
SIP...satisfy your taste buds with happiness....and dip dip dip
Into the river
R I V E R
Disappear, fear that clothes me
Reappear, fearlessness that suffocates thee
Your river of deceit leaks out… now, I can clearly see
Your true colors…you resurrected radiance in the eyes of millions…and you allowed me to escalate with ecstatic eagerness and enjoyment, much like a satisfied, well-watered tree…nurtured by sunlit glee
I never thought that this all could be
You push me to become like all felons
Possibly, doubt slipped into my mind and traded me with prosperity in the hands of tragedy
Nothing can harm us...
We're on the same bus
You killed my trust and hope…and fed your twisted honesty
Our bittersweet chorus of lies and miseries sings its tune of tainted lullabies
Move on once again we must…or we’ll be targeted by calamity
I know you hear me, but you ignored my silent cries…oh darling, how the time flies…
Oh please, darling angel, fix me, for I am a wrecked-up bicycle – never wave your
Misery-laced goodbyes…cut it out before it devours us with utter distress!
For you, I am now saddened and try to untie myself from this mess…
As my love and hope for you slowly but surely dies,
Sift out the vile lies and don’t ask your why’s
I still hear your wistful cries
You relied on the Lord of the Flies
And you engrossed him…now, he draws near to you because you enchanted him with your miraculous powers…I was spell-bound and gravity-bound in the chambers of alienation while you were showing off your capacities…I thought it cool!
You say it’s a natural gift that’s used as a priceless, grand tool…but, I take you as a fool!