Best Foor Poems
Silence filled the room
The clock goes tick-tock
tick-tock
No life is breathing
slowly, slowly
The horror fills the silence
glaring, glaring
It's too late now
shattering. shattering.
The silence that fills us all
walking, walking
High heels clicking
The click on the doorknob
Shaking, shaking
The foor opens, in comes
a person, a head
The eyes are staring
Silence, Silence.
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016
I was working cattle with a crew a little south of Muleshoe,
When I watched a horse work with perfection and grace.
I said "pardon me gent, no offense is meant,
But your horse is the smartest thing on this place."
He broke out in a grin and scratched at his chin,
“Name is Bob, I'll tell you the story if you've the time."
I looked at the crew and said "We're about through,
You can tell me over tequila and lime."
"My grandpappy , Jason , was from the Permian Basin
And cowboy'd where it was dusty and hot.
And I'll tell you son when it's all said and done,
That bunch from Odessa was a hard gamblin’ lot
"Now three fingered Willy owned a stud and a filly
And played poker whenever he could.
One day Willy met Jason, from the Permian Basin,
And they locked in a game of seven card stud.
"Things had gone badly and Willy looked sadly
At the money he had left on the table.
He could ante it all, but couldn't raise or call,
So he offered the stud from his stable.
"Now the stud's name was Gyp, smart as a whip,
And he was standing just outside the door.
Willy treated him like dirt and hit him with a quirt,
So the thought of a new owner pleased Gyp for shore.
"And so there was Jason, from the Permian Basin,
Holding two Aces, two jacks, a Queen and a Four.
Willy wasn't saying which cards he was playing,
But Gyp could see three Kings through the door.
"He had to act fast if he was ever to get past
Being treated like an old worn out shoe.
He burst through the door, knocked the lamp on the foor
And nuzzled Jason as past him he flew.
"After Gyp was gone and the lights came back on,
Jason looked at the cards he was holdin'.
Gyp had given him a third Ace and he settled it in place,
And knew Willy would certainly be foldin'.
"So Gyp teamed with Jason from the Permian Basin,
And he sired many a colt in his time.
The one I am ridin', there just ain't no hidin,
Is as smart as Gyp was in his prime.
“How did Gyp get that Ace that he put into place?
I get asked that question wherever I go.
I think you'll agree that Gyp was smarter than me
So I always answer "How the hell should I know?' "
Well, I listened to the story in all of its glory
And drank my tequila with lime.
I live in Texas, it's true, and I think like you do,
Now I guess I've heard it all in my time!
August 26, 2016
For Contest Unhinged
SEX AND POLITICS IN JAPAN
(Voting in Japan has an altogether different flavor
In this interview with a senior politician)
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
So you rike to chat about democlacy with Japanese poriticians?
Yes, it’s election time again, ballot sheets, etc . . .I sez,
When was the last time you had a really big election?
Well, sez he, just aftel I woke up today, it was huge.
No, no, sez I, I mean where you make a mark on your sheet
I undelstand, he sez, yes I make definite malk on sheet
No, no, Japan has the biggest democratic election in East Asia
Yes, he sez, my election is massive and admiled by arr, especiarry women
And getting people to vote. . . is it hard? Will they come to the voting booths?
Of coulse it’s hald you foor, and it’s easy to make them come,
Booths, no booths. . . what's the diffelence?
So election time in Japan is always a success?
Celtainry, it’s arways a success when it’s my election
Domarigato, sir.
In my shadow I lay dreaming, lucid, like moonlit water gleaming,
I arove away from realms of matter, franticly climbing Jacobs ladder,
I creep through an open door, my soul falls further from the floor,
ascending further from reality, ghostly figures feast upon my tragedy,
I hear a voice that sound repents, an angel guides me from decent,
In this space my mind misplaced, I fly on the wings of an angels grace,
I try to speak but words don't form, ascending faster from the foor,
no turning back to his place of evil, an earthly realm ruled by the beezle,
I feel my senses fade away, as I enter eternity.
If I wake now I shall feel no pain, cold blood pumped though icy veins,
But my sanity would be my curse, in the abyss of a deeper world,
I have reached the end of an endless road, eternal restless light abode,
my spirit expands with violent thrashes, a one way flight the angel crashes,
and from the fire and ghoulish flames, I rise again to take his name,
A new birth upon the earth, he gave his wings I gave my curse,
Now I am an angel with a pact divine, to guide his soul through the sands of time,
until the sands of time run dry, and Upon my wings he flies.
Th’ edge o; dark
Foor th’ sun fund cant noather heer nor theer
Jorrum honest fooak creawded
Teawn shrinking abweat ‘em
Witch, bawls eawt “th’ coomin on still”
Witch, bawls eawt “Odsweawnds oppen”
Fo’evile Moytherd id’ sowl
hoo cosses yearth.
Dule Onsertn
by that meanes, th’ body shalt dee.
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The execution of Mother demdike, the witch at the centre of the the Pendle (England) witches.
For The Contest Sista's bloody Sista's/ England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland
The edge of dark
for the sun found solace neither here or there
many honest folk crowded
Town shrinking about them
Witch cries out “the coming of still”
Witch cries out “gods wounds open”
For evil troubled it’s soul.
She curses the earth
devil answered
by that means, the body shall die.
I thought of posting one in dedication to Lenny a soouper who was very kind to me,
in my infatious behaviors on a foorum I used to be on, but I was like naah, I'll give it
to him later on facebook. He doesn't need that validation, not the diddy man! :)
smile Leonard, I love ya! :) are you sure your're not interested in me baby, can we
talk about, life, baseball, vegetable gardens but foor heavens sake not LOVE! haha
Remember Me*
Remember me
The colors of my life
Paint a visual picture
~
Capture me
Then set it f r e e ~
~
When will I learn to anticipate Love's keen and painful sting?
Penetrating deep within my chest and spreading it's poisen.
High, ever so high, only to fall again and to seize in agony.
Oh, Love, why do you trick me with a veil as deceitful as infatuation?
How you held me close, and embraced me with your affection,
Only to push me away and shatter my heart again.
I cannot pick up my pieces, for the shards are many in number,
They litter the foor around me as I sink to my knees,
Staining my legs with glittering, ruby glass.
I crouch over the jagged diamonds,
And wish my tears to mend my glass heart back togther.
I'm the Cinderella without a glass slipper.
Instead of fleeing the Prince for fear of midnights final tone,
I fell from his gaze.. and fell under my drowning tears.
Can he see his Princess cannot surface the waves of her fear and depression?
I dont think its easy to grasp the concept of depression.
This is probably because it is not concrete, anchored, bound to one definition.
It pools around you ten feet tall before it enters your peripherals.
Completely unnoticed by its host for as long as it takes to fill a hamper, with the ocean.
Then depression sicks its sharks on you, showing only dorsal fins poking through the veil of 'normality'. Putting a gram on the other side of the scale, breaking balance, breaking you.
Slowly those sharks become serpants. Those serpants lick at your ankles, a facade of a friend.
They pull your legs together, dissembling a foundation, as they make their way up your legs. Around your chest they begin to constrict, pushing your lungs closer together like a long distance friendship never severed. Taking away the ability to breathe as you forget that you want to, breathe.
They whisper alternative facts, promising a better day soon, that this will not be 'forever'. But they never prevail.
The ten foor tower of water surrounding you begins to grow dark as you realize, yes, you are indeed depressed... again.
Those antidepressants, they worked so well you felt so completely normal and laughed without reason.
But you forgot.
You arent normal.
You forgot normal people dont ahve to take those little pharmecuticals to remain engulfed in serotonin. And on top of the reemerging depression, you forgot to take them.
So you sit on your bed with your knees drawn to your chest, hyperventilationg quietly as those familiar tears, stop by.
For three and a half hours.
You want to escape so so badly, but how can you escape your safe haven? When all you know to be comforting is, right next to you.
How can you, how can I be saved?
When will it be
O v e r?
The love of dancing's such a heady thing
That all the body gets a-bubb-l-ing.
Fizzing, whizzing, popping, in and out,
Then truly-smoothly circling round about.
Hold on! to your partner; let rhythm pull and bend;
Foor-compelling action bumps into a friend.
Then spin off lone and grab the open chance,
And with your might of might solely solo dance!
"Ah! the air is rare, and so rare am I,
To swim my arms like wings upon the open sky;
Now down, now up, now down, now lifting, oh!
I must be flying! Bubbled up I go!"
Happiest now, the centers of heart and mind:
They orbit 'round the body re-aligned!
Podemos Divoz & Concevoie Ce Soir !
the initial stage, and the underwriting stage
and distribution stage were initiated from
the beginnings of these talks.
They sought love and found it.
and became wealthy from doing so.
she concentrated on accomplishing
thing were thoughts were manifested into
tangible items. Sung, spoke, and rehearsed,
they toured together for the re-new'd value of needing
to sing something. If I sing love might I find love.
than what would echo, from the louded word's
concerted, front the masses of people.
romantic whispers spoken loud amiss the masses.
thus these words shall enrich the lives of those who wish them
to sound right, pitched at those
who want to catch-on to what goin on !
The Analylis and the Afford, The doing's of his Thang
Making the woman Reel from Freakin. Business of love
Getting the Thang Done !
As you stand beautiful as the morning sun on the dance floor where time is spun I see you in all of your elegance, posig and waiting for the song to begin.....I take your hand......i bow....my hand in yours we grace the foor, in a twirl and a graceful move we excite them and they join in and life bgins on the floor for the ones who dare..........to dance......once more. Around and round hand in hand the song slows to a end...I bow to you. Thank you for this dance...I am blessed to behold your beauty...
Forget Going To America or Trying To See
Forget going to America or want to see,
Where such a bad boy Trump tries to be;
To child weren't nice,
And his Body had lice;
Wants to charge so can't live here for free.
Jim Horn
They are taking away the children and when
they do are not taking proper care of them.
Places that they are being kept are not State
Certified. I know people who were once friends
but due to politics their friendships have been
destroyed. Putin is destroying America through
Trump. He doesn't have to put one foor ever in
America and can watch us die. Horrible.
AWFUL
AWFUL IS YOUR ANGUISH,ALINATES,ABHORFUL FOOR YOU AND THEY
ALIENING YOUR AURA AWESOMELY ALIKE A ALONELY ALIEN AWFUL AS A AWOKEN ALIEN FROM AWFUL PLANET
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