Best Dere Poems
I feel privileged.
I have been chosen by the Government
as part of a group testing something called
Edible Clinical Marijuana.
Honestly I half expected it to look like a Burrito
because the name sounds sort of Mexican.
It actually looks more like a brownie.
I’m am about to take a bite so hold on.
Yum,
tasty!
So here is the point
I am suppose to consume
one half of a brownie
then fill out this sheet
giving them my feedback.
Hold on
I am going to have a few more bites.
Okay,
no wait,
milk would go great
with these babies.
I’ll be back.
(after a long while)
OK, sew sorry I was gonna while
I was staring inside my fridge\
for a while'
tying to remember
I think I wanted a glass of ink%
aktiually I’m dinking from the bodle@
I am eating my forth brownie
as I was instructured to do;
Did they say four or? ate
cause these. are tasty
And/
aaaahhhhhhh,,
tasty^
tayysstee^
hahahahahahahahaha""
a program on my compuwhatyoucallit
keeps underlyning my words
with read squiggles=
hahahahahahahahaha
but it diidn’t underline squiggle#
hahahahahahahahaha
wel dats stoopid
squiggle isa perfect lee
good underlying word*
stoopid Bill Gated^
hahahahahahaha?haha
sorry I ment Will Gated~
so watt was I saying ]
oh yeah+
fill the sheet)
hahahahahahahahaha
I don wanna sheet,
tha is gaross[
heeres a pen
quesshun= Sex
easy!
ansir; yes- please)
hahahahahahahahaha
?why m i bein so polite
hahahahahahahahaha
queshun!
oh wow Blues Brothers on my TV
what was I spose? to do
oh yeah watch tv
why am i so angry hahahahahah++
hahahahahahahahaha
i mean hungary
haahahahahah
h u n g r y
dere hungry>
hey look
brownies?
those look good
hahahahahahahahaha
i con't tipe with mai mouth
full dats rood/rood
i'll get bak too dis later..
sew as they say
hahahahahahahahaha
two bee contitnude
Temple of the Gods
Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen
A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean
In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen
A calumnious convene in illusions that dered and demean
The fallen Angels level in their banishing bedaubed bedevil
In ruins ravaging, they revel a tenacious tenet of their temple
For their mendacious meddle we are the reifier of our vessel
We wilfully wrestle and retire in our denned deceived nestle
We are the many among the few evitative as we quietly ensue
For we must rise and renew all sexes seduced within their skew
Time to be trusted and true him or her who sees the veils thru
Constructs that construe dimensional drifts solos in the goo.
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as madam
deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god
succus – any of various liquids excreted by animals or plants
tallat--A loft.
dered – past tense of "to dere", an archaic word meaning to harm
level – various common meanings
tenet – a belief or principle
reifier – someone who reifies (considers an abstract concept to be real)
denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den
evitative – a grammatical case indicating fear or aversion.
sexes – plural of sex
sees – third-person present tense of ‘to see’
solos – plural of solo
May.08.2018
Palindromes
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Pweeze wet me expwain, officer -
I taught it was dat wascally wabbit agin...
buwwowing under my ewectric fence,
eating up my cawwots. wettece, my bwoccoli
and-and...even my woot-a-beggers!
He's a weal pest...constantwee hawassing me,
destwoying, wandom wooting, wuining my cwop...
din waughing at me! (Dere outta be a waw)
Wha...awwest me?...Dis is an outwage!
I am a waw-abiding citizen!...Wead me my wights!
I demand pwoper mis-wepwesentation!
I am going diwectly to your superwior office, pwivate!
Bewieve it my fwiend, you will wive to wegwet this...
Ow! Must you be so fweekin WUFF?...Dat hoits!
I have woomatism you know! Powice bwutality! Po...
Aw scwew it...Wes! Wes! I moidered da widdle bum!
(Wunning awound dwessed wike dat
distwibuting doze siwwie cowoured eggs
Embawassing widdle cweature...
It's a downwight disgwace I tell you)
2/26/2013
Ich have y-don al myn youth
“I have done it all my youth”
(anonymous Middle English poem)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I have done it all my youth:
Often, often, and often!
I have loved long and yearned zealously ?
And oh what grief it has brought me!
Original Middle English poem:
Ich have y-don al myn youth,
Oftë, ofte, and ofte;
Longe y-loved and yerne y-beden ?
Ful dere it is y-bought!
Keywords/Tags: Middle English, translation, medieval, rhyme, epigram, lament, complaint, youth, love, loved, longing, longed, grief, sorrow, depression, oft, often, yearning, zeal, zealous, zealously, desire, lust, passion, yearn, yearned, yearning, long, longing, dear, dearly bought, purchased, cost, price, expense, expensive, England
Break bad ‘n -a bid it anna bump it anna level um bum,
Twenny dolla bid ‘n all in an all done?
Well there’s five and twenny gimme twenny five!
Thirty! Be a thirty five anna forty dolla bid!
Forty beat about a forty ‘ n bout a forty…..five?!
Gimme gimme bidda atta fifty dere Sid!
Na dey’s sixty.. no sebbny!..land sakes alive!
Eighty bidditat eighty? bumpin abiddida biddida eighty?
Goin’ once goin’ twiced -SOLD to the front row lady!!
Whad in tarnation she buy, Joe?
Good question ..I don’t rightly know…
….She looked happy though!
Thank all you poetry soupers
for heppin' me call dis one out!!
Come back nex week, heah?
--Auctioneer -Joe
What do you do when you walk into a Pizza Place? You order, wait at least 30 minutes,
right? Yes, and then the only other option is to listen, never dreaming you can also learn.
The delivery lady, a young, black who is exhausted bolts through the door carrying the same
large pizza warmers that she left with an hour ago. Bedragled and void of smile, she stops at
the counter saying, "Whew,what a night I done had!"
"Girl, what chew doin back here? You still got dem pizzas? What happened"?
"It wuzn't on the boulevard. It was down dis gravel road and my car bumped all over all dem
holes. Dey ain't on the boulevard, dey ain't! Aint no people dere"!
"Girl, Waz da matter wit you? I gave yew a map"!
"Yeah, I knowed but dey didn't have no money to pay me wit"
"Girl, dey done paid by credit card. You gotta go back dere now!"
An older delivery man is sitting at a table waiting to pick up his order to deliver
it "somewhere" and he shouts loud, "Girl, Welcome to my world!" then he adds
"I gotta go pick up my daughter but if I can work an extra hour, I'll get a friend to pick her
up."
OMG, I can feel their pain but do they really have any pain? This is a normal work week for
them and they are grateful for that extra hour of work to get that pay.
This is the real world. I don't live in the real world and I don't think that I ever did.
Talk to me..
Dere once was a goil in da Quawta
Who never did do what she oughtta.
She stripped down one night
--Dat was really a sight--
Till NOPD come and caughtta!
it was not a long time ago story when we have met
it was not a long time ago when we have shared our stories
we have never thought of loosing our dignities when we opened up and chat..
time has managed to met our two worlds like it bries..
we cherished our memories down the lane..
we laughed at our likings and made it more insane
we thought of getin ourself mould to our loved songs of i thnk coldplay..
time has also make it melodious as like somone will be in pain..
we also givin each other reality checks to make image clear..
we have been into touch with each other just like it was meant..
suddenly the fog has arrived like in any other story and all disappear..
time has changed d situation but its you who has tapd it to decant..
after a while u came up with ur funny lies and mocked around..
its funny to saw u like that and makin me fool again like its sound..
there is no hope in me trustin you blindly again..
dts how i can teach you the lesson of love n now to refrain...
dere were times whn i feel like havin u back again..
my heart was weak dts why it was calin ur name..
since when i have told u to move on but d pain remain..
time has nevr been same until it was meant to be framed...
love pari
if u likd d poem or if didnt ...just put ur input wid cmnts....i wud love to observe dt..
clouds r geting angry n storming hard...
leaves r getin dry n falling apart...
winds r getin haunted n shoutin loud...
reasons r out of my mind lyk im in
shroud...
im frightend wid d dark moonlight..lyk
blaming me..
bt getin a hope frm light tower...4
continuing it...
waves of sea r rising rising upwrds..lyk
tellin me...
reasons r in ur heart ..u just hv to admit
it...
my nervs r getin frozen...n makin me
numb..
my head z wreckin upside down...lyk
thrown n broken..
deep inside dere r wrds of urs blazin...n
makin me crumb...
servin u hs taken me into trashes...nw its
forbidden..
nw im sailin in an ocean lyk a free soul
wid passion..
liftin myslf up n touchin sky wid naked
eyes...
reasons r hard to find nw..pausin ds
commotion..
till dn flyin free spirited n searchin 4
hidden bays...
if u like ds poen or evn nt...just post ur cmnts...i wud realy love to observe dt...thnks for readin...
It was gettin' late,
bot dere was one ting, I've been wantin ta see
Is whot ever 'appened to Wee Luck McGee
So by nature I traveled, to the pub way 'cross town
pulled up a stool and laid me coins down
I first had a pint, then another to follow
Und just a wee whiskey, barely a swallow
When I 'eard a door slam, and in pops McGee
Walkin' and wavein' his way right to me
"McGee you old sod, where've you been" I inquired
"Spendin' me nites filled with lust and desire"
McGee then sat down on the stool to me right
Popped in a smoke and asked for a light
"You dog" I declared, I was surely amazed
A man of his age should surely be praised
Dat's wen 'E produced two pills from 'is coat
And said pay attention you'll want to take note
I first take Vigara as part of me scheme
Den an Ambien to meet, the girl of me dreams
Lo dere
who care?
Ma say
go way
No pride
wit ride
Someday
I may
Succeed
wit weed
Til den
AMEN
Doug Wilson….
True Story….NEW YEARS EVE 2012
5 or 6 thugs suckin on dere ciggy drugs,
attacked a paper delivery man,
they robbed him of his mobile phone,
the pack animals weren’t worth their scran, (tucker)
no brains in the head, just bone,
Cecily looked and saw, at her front door,
The blue, and the loud commotion,
Rang the Cops, so did others, sure!!!
local Men hid, cowed down the more,
Seems sharks were in the ocean?
Cecily tried to ring ole Doug to bring,
Some help, cos the Police weren’t coming,
An hour passed, was death now cast,
Police were 5 minutes away,
but they were busy humming n harring,
Discussing plans of the flogged and damned,
Yet coming, coming, coming,
Doug appeared in his uniform gear,
Forerunner, flew amongst them,
The thugs n bugs fell back in fear,
Doug saved the paper man,
give a cheer,
The cowards off and running,
Paper man and Doug gave chase,
And drove into the park,
Cornered men, aggressive then,
Doug faced them down, ha ha,
The mobile phone it was found,
where the thugs had surely dropped it,
threats did vent,
but Doug was the gent,
seeing em off, too right!!!
Police woman did appear,
Near the park oh dear,
Doug then threw up his arms,
She drove over the top,
Of broke bottle, flop,
Ignoring warnings, harms?
The fat ladies delight…
Tyre from air, was outa sight,
Ignorance can alarm,
It might?
My psalm orright. Don Johnson
HAPPENED NEW YEARS EVE 2012
Doug is my brother in law...
Y’all come on in boys, I gives ya a thrill
Out dere in dem hills I got me a still
Now Mama go git some wood for da fiar
And while you is out dere change da flat tiar
All a dat moonshine ain’t da same
Da good stuff burns with a purty blue flame
Behind da still I keeps me a shotgun
Da revenooers come, gonna have us some fun
Now hand me dat 12 gauge if you’ll be so kind
Gonna put some buckshot in his behind
Damn ol’ revenooer is way too skinny
To mess with a good ol’ boy from West Virginie
Gonna drink some shine and howl at da moon
Get drunk as hell. Y’all come back soon.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down Home
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/1989
"Son!
If
I told choo
once,
I told choo
twice -
Don't take
yo ass,
back down
on
dah Gulf.
Don't
choo hear
me
talk'n to you
son?
you ain't
listen'n."
Yes,
um listen'n
Big Daddy.
"Well den,
Big Daddy,
don't
want choo
down on dat
Gulf,
all
by yo-self.
Son,
dem waters
are ruff!
dey
jus bout
take
my
little boy,
clear
way from
here.
and
dat jus
bout
kill
yo
Papa -
You
here what
um
say'n?"
Yes,
Big Daddy,
I hear
what you
saying.
"Now,
you gon play
stick ball,
wit
dem little boy's
righd dere -
Son,
hear my
words,
Don't
take yo ass,
back
down yonder -
Try me
ipp'n you
wan too,
Gon now."
Okay
Big Daddy.
.Y r men dog if women cnt be *****es
Y r women hoes if men also out here gettin it
Y do we fite wit guns instead of hands
Y do lil niggaz get guns n think dey da man
Y did ppl tell me I was gonna be nuttin in life
Y did I fuk dat gurl? Dat was somebodys "wife"
Y do I get stared at by white ppl
Y do blk ppl die first in erry sequal
Y r we walkin through da world blind
Y dnt we let our inner souls shine
Y do we as men chase da cat
Y do ladies put it out dere to gives us somethin to bite at
Y do rappers influence kids to use violence
Y did da world fuk maya angelou to where she lived in silence
Y do ppl die at all
Y can't dey stay wit us n live a life so long
Y do dese fuk niggaz beat women
Y do dese dumb women keep lettin em
Y don't dese dead beat dads do somethin
Y don't dese baby mommaz stop frontin wen dey do somethin
Y I cnt jus have a gurl fo me n ain't fo da team
Y she gotta be a hoe or gold digga dats only bout dat cream
Y chiks fitin ova niggaz n vice versa
Y is ***** niggaz becomin contagious like mersa
Y do ppl talk about chu n den smile like thangs kool
Y do da person protectin his life get put outta skool
Y am I too nice to ppl
Y do I see through games like a peephole
Y r we shunned fo not goin to church
Y do da ppl dat shun do dirt afta church
Y da ppl dat dnt like me jus stare
Y do I be laughin wen i see em errywhere
Y am I such an ******* now
Y do females gotta keep playin around
Y u hataz mad at me
Y am I askin dat question? Y'all cn stay mad at me