Best Dont Ask Poems
I got a bad review,a terrible review
"Give it up" it said
Please stop writting, you stupid fool
We don't want to read anymore of your ****
Your wasting your time
Your poetry's crap
Can't even spell, punctuations non existent
So I'll write for my fans I've only got two
But they like my work so f..k you
I'll put pen to paper
Join beautiful words
Write a poem for the masses
I could use big words
I don't understand, look to the dictionary for every line
Leave a blankness in your head
Wondering what the hell it said
From this poem your feel astounded
Magnificent,marvellous, absolutly gorgeous
All the beautiful words I've put down
Look lovely, sound wonderful
But don't mean a thing
I'll tell you what is little-known
What school is like if you actually go
I never went to college you see
No chance of a university degree
Pretty much what you see
Is what you tend to get with me
I don't know how to write poetry
All I know is what's inside of me
The rawness, blatant truth
Sometimes happy, mostly not
My writing will shock
Make you see some truth
As raw as possible, this is what I do
I'll never sugar coat things
Make them easier to swallow
The big wide worlds out there and its ****ING horrible
African children dying in pain
Their mother's **** sliced off,raped and maimed
Our boys fighting an endless war
So those countries can have much more
Children blowing themselves up
As their told its the way to God
This governments *****people are freezing
As our war veterans can't afford the heating
What kind of world is this that we live
When people are starving,dying and sick
Don't ask me to change my poetry again
Or I'll shout it from the roof of your office building
A FLAG AND A *** BUT DON’T ASK DON’T TELL
curls of twisted smoke
The wisp of a whisper in a woman’s breath
Chest rising, falling and once gain rising
But none of this is a surprise come to rise
She was Phoenix risen from cigarette, cigar and weed ashes……..
You pondered,
I wondered if,
at the end the end was always the answer to how we should end
A woman who wove wonder with her will
And the sight of her flaxen and silken flesh
The wisp of a whisper in her sigh was alit in neon flashes
And I ain’t got no defense when she flickers her eye-lashes
Or dashes to my side to say
“Hi honey, how was your day?
But she was a fraud
And a liar who could not be ignored
While both of us grew ever bored
How was my god-damned day you ask?
I responded loudly and curtly that his day was akin to decalcifying human waste
my yesterday brought nothing new
Tomorrow too
Except that his brother Billy became a radical for the Jihad
He left for Iraq because he wove his ragged flag heaven high
As brother fought brother in the name of two divergent Gods
Actually he calculated the odds,
Did a little adding and subtracting for to arise at the sum of phi
So why he secreted himself into the smoke I now know why
and the whispered wisp of her sigh which is no longer mine
She a thousand miles awy and that’s why I chose to die
And there are tens of thousand soldiers willing to die because they don’t know why, but Hitler ordered them to do it
Once a Jap always a Jap is a load of f*****g crap
And what are we going to do with that new gay lieutenant?
Don’t ask, don’t tell and throw him a rope
But if you ever have to shower near him don’t drop the soap
And even the Chief Of Command must confess
We’re leaving behind one un-earthly mess
© 2011.….phreepoetree
Bell chimes on the right
Bass increases from beneath the stage
A voice enters with a milliard faces alight
Complex variables follow the line
The house lifts weight from the ground, accelerating aloud
Steadily a breeze comes to be a storm
As the world purges out a mouth of light
Following the sound of spinning lights
Jack's wife looked in the mirror and asked
Does this dress make my ass look too fat?
To her chagrin
He said Yes with a grin
But at least you’re not blind like a bat
Some questions make you knowing,
More and more questions annoying!
bang, bang.
boom, boom.
ow.
the rifle bullets ripple and tear through the trenches.
bullets riddle my body, it hurts,
quiet literally, I'm in pain.
bullets run out in spurts.
fiery hot bullets rush my chest like a train.
ouch.
bullet ripping, running soldiers,
dodging bayonets, they raid our trench.
we run and hide behind a pile of boulders,
we camp 'til the end; rain downs the camp's drench.
dead.
- not Freddy Mitch.