Best Fill In Poems
miss take or given
no is the quietest word
her (your choice) says yes
Fill in the blanks:
_________ shouldn't complain;in faith ____________ should remain.
1-10-11
I looked at the room broken bottles blood fragments of clothes.
maybe a tooth from somebody not fast are to drunk to get outta the way of a conversation
turned bad.
The juke box had almost made it threw but it just had to
play that one song that caused it to become a target
for a flying cue ball.
And I herd someone speaking to the toilet I thought maybe
I wasnt that hungry after all.
As to what caused the riot slash the human tornado of fun I cannot say
But in my opinion that jukebox had it coming always playing the wrong songs at the right
time no one likes a smartass.
And that drag queen could sure throw a mean left hook.
While looking fierce and lip sinking to madonna at the same time that my friends take true
talent .
Seems as though the register had went on vacation but they
left the wild turkey and pretzels thank god happy hour was almost apon us.
And theres nothing worse than telling a proffesional drinker as myself
theres no snacks it's like tellinga kid theres no santa claus.
And that big fat guy in the red suit with his little dwarfs
were really just some of momies friends.
I always wondred why santa was so into getting the crap beat outta him
by a woman in a latex outfit calling herself mistress Claus.
Yes coffee always made things better mixed with some of my personal corn whiskey yeah
grandpa may went insane and herd voices from drinking the stuff but at least he always had
someone to talk to.
As I looked at the chaos that was my headquarters memories came to me in a flood the
booth were I met my first wife.
that same booth were i caught her with my best friend and worst enemy and santa i swear
he gets around.
So much for online dating dam you napster.
I should just stick with street walkers and circus people.
And I think after my tweenty first DUI
that it was good i never had a license to start with.
cause i really hate losing anything.
It's a shame about my mind.
So really other than this little get togather turned riot turned
love in turned back to brawl turned into
big kid slumber party.
It was after the jukebox had to put in it's two cents
that it all turned to .
For nothing kills the mood worse than a bad song
at the right time.
Love always Dr Gonzo
There seem to be many, but never are there plenty. In the begining was the word and
that he became life from the same (?) that has no ending. If there are feeling's you would
like to express at this very moment, what would that word be ? Would that word be enough
to immentily self-expose you are me. "If for no other reason", you and only you, must de-
cide when you have reach the thressinghold of being "tired of being sick and tire", and for-
ever and ever when you have reach that plattoe do you seek out the word that truly will give
meaning to that interest of desire.
"If for no other reason", do we all realize that the world owe's you nothing. The blight of man
kind itself is that it has obliviated the courtship of "Trust" and looking in your rearview mirror
as you drive from one episode to the next, another question needs some answer's. Can the
word that became life, would trust be able to lift you (me) from the sidewalk to the "good
season". O'You, Can you see your Breakthrough. You know never are there plenty but there
do seem to be many, people that has grown tire beyond just being (?) and now "If for no
other reason", you cann't allow your breakthrough to come to (?) then the season of spring-
summer and or fall, will never return to lift you away from being You. And blessing goes on
and you will be stuck amoung the abusers forsakening the mystery of why you're so (?)..
How do you really feel, "feel about life right now". Really, yes in the beginning was the
word and now I know you have heard, that be became life and you and I are heir's on that
(?) and I myself do not know why you feel the way you do. Why in Afghanistan is there to
come a day when peace describe the word of today and hope pertains an idea for tomorrow.
How do you (?) today. Are you mad enough to kill, are you slouthful in all due season inso
enough you steal.
There seem to be many, there very-well maybe people that shall not keep it real. Send
our boy's home Mr. President, within the power of your might. If for no other reason, just
because all the people are beyond their thresshold with no place to go but up, it is what shall
hide our pain - when your breakthrough is known as (?). "If for no other reason", I feel
today, is my "Season".
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
Stop drop
gun shot pop
whoops to late
hollow point penatrate
your cranium N===='s.be blastin um
like the wild wild west
N===='s.ya don't wanta test
roll up on ya quick as S=== wit
Glocks cocked 1 in the chamber
14 more in the clip
Go ahead N==== start talkin S===
get your dumb A== pistil whipped
Say what N==== make me squeeze my trigga
Take your narrow A== and teach ya how ta dance
wit 2 in the head N==== never had a chance
Don't act like you got somethin that I won't take
Get in my way fool end up at your own D=== wake
I learned to solve my problems wit my fist
Traded that S=== in for a Smith and Wesson
now pay attention cause here come the lesson
A real menace to society
a product of hypocrisy
my mind is twisted
there's no remorse
I'll stomp the S=== out ya N====
leave ya face down in the gutta
M===== F===== that's par for the course
so when I roll up on ya.N====....
give up the cash
and don't start talking S===
cause your punk A== will get hit
in a quick minute N==== so come on wit it
West 55 Philly
N===='s be ILLY
make ya sleep wit a lily
' RIP' above your name like I told ya
from my hollow point that holed ya
I be the trip that'll trip ya
like the LSD someone slipped ya
I be like the grim reaper
I'll send ya 6 feet deeper
ta see the crypt keeper
rated R for violence
Fear, and violence as a result, but no truth behind the reasons, or thought for the solution
Fill in the gape
The gape of humanity is
So empty in our 21st century
This is real yet rare in sight
As we walk around the
Road in the streets of
Places we dwell
Time by time
We pass by
Neighbours, friends,
Strangers
We connect with
Each other by the
Reality of our interaction
Through the way we perceive
One another
Fill in the gape
Some pass others by
Unnoticed
Some pass by with care
Some pass other by
With pride
Some pass by with
An humble care
Some pass other by
With a grief they are
Insecure with
Some pass by with
Smiles of care
Fill in the gape
The truth with our
Reality today
Is we all live
With a less less
Humanity
Where we just
War to nothing
Fill in the gape
The gape of love
Is too empty
Nowadays
It need it be filled up
It take all
you and I to
Fill in the gape
For Valentines Day Senryu Contest
my heart longs for you
words can’t express how I feel~
fill in blank your name
Used to think that happiness
Was contingent upon striving
If only we can obtain ______
Then we’ll really start thriving
Leads us to chasing our tail
Continually stuck in high gear
Yet there's a path to clear the air
To make the grasping disappear
Take stock of what we have now
Notice the pieces are already in place
To invite happiness to our doorstep
If we embrace today and end the chase
Fill in the Spaces
I see these spaces
These almost mocking moments
Of empty places
Frequenting the hours
In their lackadaisical way
To merely taunt other thoughts
That linger on what they deem as whimsical
Easy to shrug them aside
These mortuary faces of denial
Simple it has become
To loose them and elude them
Fantasy and reality slide
I make more than I
Adept dreamers cannot be defied
It matters not in these spaces
Or in the yabbering jabbering moments
They do not know of the secret places
Which frequent the hours
In their aloof appraisal
They are far to lazy and to well heeled
Of silent seconds spent in connections mystical
My smile writes a hidden tapestry
When her warmth touches
This sequestered momentum
Of a unity reaches beyond
Such hard driven assumptions of need
My cipher bids a more fluent empathy
Than the hustled bustle of empty spaces mockery
In declaring your beauty,
by poems, by stories,and in songs.
I'm running short of words,
that can express precisely where you belong.
My vocabulary is almost empty,
please sound the alarm!
I don't intend to continue using the same words,
I need a dictionary from God.
So I can use it like a good luck charm.
Digging deep into the chambers of my heart,
allows me to breath a sigh.
An inspiration dawns on me,
so let me give it a try.
Messages of love begin to come together and accumulate.
Before I know it a verbiage of celestial feelings begin to formulate.
One phrase pronounces your glamour,
another one dictates your raving.
New words appear, whispered in a secret,
Why hold them back there's no use in saving.
Those eyes, those lips, that elegance with which you stride is so stunning.
I'm fumbling for words all over again.
Wait! I can't move my soul is anchored on you,
while my feet feel like running.
Somehow I pray, this-this-OH no!
I'm lost describing your glory.
I guess I'll just have to be frank.
I love you,
I miss you,
I need you,
Let me leave the rest up to you,
To fill in the blank.
So what are you called? they call me Jude.
...................................................................
That's a strange name, in fact it's quite rude.
Do you come here often? I haven't seen you around.
...................................................................
I never peeked there, I just looked at the ground.
So would you like anything? perhaps something to drink?
..................................................................
Doing that with the glass would be quite painful I think.
I can see that you're angry, do you want me to go?
..................................................................
My mother's not like that, i would like you to know.
Well goodnight then I guess, I'll go lubricate my throat.
.................................................................
Really? are you sure? wait! I'll go grab my coat.
A hole it wasnt there yesterday,
What's it for?,
Where does it go?,
Who made it?,
How deep does it go?,
A hole in the road...,
It holds untold mysteries,
It's not growing,
It's not getting smaller,
Does something live in it?,
As I ponder over the hole,
Wondering what it's for,
A man fills it in...,
"Roadworks mate" he says.
What!!!
Write a MAN-ifesto
Would that not offend
Those writing a WOMAN-ifesto
Although some have treated (me, us, you, your name, someone else's name) ____________,
as if _________ (is/am, was/were) worthless, God made (me, us, you, your name, someone
else's name) ________, and(me, us, you, your name, someone else's name) ___________
(has/have) a purpose. (Fill in the blank)