Best Moto Poems
Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic
Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
Spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front,
Jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
Abruptly segwaying into a film from one music scene to
a melting hallway, a lipstick alley with animate occupants
Disconnected unmoored, appearing eerie and dormant
Fluorescent lights unleashing a hum buzz in duress
Hissing sizzling hornets’ nest of unsettling unrest
Levels of unease, an iniquitous den
Such madcap absurdity is beyond my ken
Not a shack, mall, nor a Holiday Inn
A queasy Quasi-Moto mood which lies within
Backrooms filled in with discarded filets of fishy maceral
that have no place,
Frolicking pixella’s in a glossy abyss of liminal space
Plump puce brushed lips affixed
Swollen browns and purple mixed
Deep maroon and dusky rose, make-up art is what they pose
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Crescent shaped moon portions mounted in pseudo walls
Mounted upon the glare in unpleasing patterned halls
Side by side quagmired half discs dawning a contorted face
In a half dazed-half-moon crest loon’s invisible phase
Not unconscious but in some in-between state
Bored while in transition and abandoned as they await
Whimsical moldings who see me try NOT to take a peek
An exit to this madness is what I and they seek
Maybe re-evaluate my sleep number, for gravity defying rest
What insight imports this encounter and what test?
What it means for a doomed generation Xer or a baby boomer,
tacked in stucco, Silly Putty it seems, in a warped sense of humor
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Categories:
moto, confusion, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
Tears rolling, owls hooting
A morning Mourning
The flow not soothing
It has happened once more
Many lives no more
Impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.
A dark light has shone
To prove we are not strong
A new face has to be born
sleeping dogs be sent home with blankets
Let the real humans rise to fight.
This Impunity and disrespect at its best
And May the departed in peace rest.
Attack is their motto
should show them our moto (fire)
A tooth removed should be replaced
No negotiation for a life displaced
All we need is unity with no more tolerance
To fight this Impunity and disrespect at its best
And May the departed in peace rest.
why stay with bedbugs
Knowing well they drain blood?
why allow life long nightmares
Ruin your healthy slumbers
Why allow terror stay alive?
This is impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.
Pledge to remain a patriot
Pledge to fight on the fore front
Pledge to stay loyal to sing a change choral
Pledge to end this impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.
Categories:
moto, conflict, grief, political, violence,
Form:
Ballad
For weeks now the two young males had been watching,
waiting for their opportunity and now it was time.
They were now strong enough to take over the pride.
Signalling his intent to his brother Moto stood up
and started forward with Javier following behind.
As the reached the pride a battle royal ensued
The lionesses desperate to drive them off knowing
if they succeeded vast changes would occur.
Far in the distance Soto heard the roars and growls
as the take over ensued and rushed to protect them.
The fight was long and hard with some fatalities.
Soto received wounds that would take months to heal
as he was banished by the brothers, his life now as an outcast.
Luckily for him Zanidar joined him with her cubs of nearly a year old
She and they would keep him fed as he slowly healed.
Back at the pride the brothers set about their gruesome task
all the cubs were hunted down and killed without mercy.
Now the lionesses would soon be ready to mate again
and it would be their blood that the offspring would bear
perpetuating their line and increasing the size of the pride.
Life in the African Savannah was always cruel and hard
the brothers would face many challengers in their time.
Food always an issue once the migrating herds moved on.
Now a time of little the pride suffered and grew weaker.
The only saving grace was the buffalo not without their risks.
Valiant fighters who protected each other forming a ringed barrier
around the more vulnerable, ready to fight to the death.
With very young cubs the lionesses needed food to feed them
and desperation drove them on, finally they made a good kill
none would go hungry for a few days. In the distance the clouds
gathered rain falling far up country at last reaching them and
with the rain the vast herds once more returned and life teemed.
Now was a time of plenty and the pride recovered their health.
For seven years the brothers ruled supreme yet in the background
there were many waiting their own time. Two males in particular
Janto and Batso sons of Soto watched and waited eager to take over
until at last it was their time and turn to roust the pride males.
And so the never ending cycle started again until the next time.
Categories:
moto, africa, animal, nature, violence,
Form:
Epic
her beauty is her strength
seduction is her power
cos she kills every heart
with her beauty
she knows the weak point
of the standing men
she is a professional
flirt
she never let go her zeal
or the men will bleed
she grow up to be a
feminist
cos she likes to be
the Queen of the jungle
were wasted men
satisfy their soul
as they pay the price
of her beauty
her beauty is her strength
she likes to be in charge
she never listen
especially to men
she believes she can't
be second
so she grew up a
feminist
in the midst of weak men
she was a boss
like a man like a woman
was the questions of
her victims
cos her rule is that
of an iron lady
her beauty is her strength
power was her aim
male control was her moto
she never need be under
nor be guided by her hobby
instead her hobby must
be a captive in her nets
of control
she is the master of
all but her perfection
is rooted on deceit
so her ego equals
seduction power control
Categories:
moto, beauty, betrayal, change, deep,
Form:
Epic
is in the blood
spirituality runs in our blood
so we confined in love
to live in harmony
where peace dwells
with no isolation
is in our blood
once we were all one
we lived together
we Shared same
dreams hopes and joy
our God was love
our moto to life was truth
so we live with our fear
cos spirituality yes it
is in our blood
is in our blood
our ancestors makes
sounds with all there hands
could lay on
music runs in our blood
we always sing to God
sing to the sun
sing to the stars of hope
sing to the moon
sing with the birds
singing yes it
is in our blood
is in our blood
we love to dance
we dance away our
sorrows to the
winds of change
we love to dance
we dance to God
we dance to nature
we dance with an
open mind
with out no grief
nor grudge
we just dance
yes we Africans it
is in our blood
is in our blood
we love life
we love happiness
we love to create
we love to teach
we are born survivals
no wonder we are
still existing in more
multitude instead of minority
our God is love
yes spirituality it
is in our blood
is in our blood
religion or no religion
we love to pray
yes it run in our blood
we first prayed for the world
while we create a way
for humanity through
the divine wisdom
base on spiritual connection
through nature
direct from God
In our DNA
the divine of the
highest dignity of
the mysteries of God
never seizes to prove
to the world that
miracle it
is in our blood
Categories:
moto, africa, black african american,
Form:
Epic
Got a plop in my fizz
And a tiger in my tank
Impossible is nothing
(That’s why Titanic sank)
Got milk? Just do it.
Wash your troubles down the drain
Tastes so good
Cats ask for it by name
Eat fresh. I’m lovin’ it.
It’s finger-lickin’ good
If you won’t eat it
We all know Mikey would
Once you pop you can’t stop
Make the most of now
“Eat Mor Chikin”
(Written by a rebel cow)
Every bubble’s passed its fizzical
Let’s get quizzical
Nothin’ says lovin’
Like something from the oven
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
They’re Gr-r-r-reat!
Just like a good neighbor
In good hands with Allstate
Look, Ma, no cavities!
Think outside the bun
Save money. Live better.
Consider IT done
Melts in your mouth
Not in your hands
(Life’s what happens
While you’re making other plans)
American by birth.
Rebel by choice.
Hello Moto
His masters voice
Maybe she’s born with it
Have it your way
A diamond is forever
Every kiss begins with Kay
You've come a long way baby
Be all that you can be
A Little dab'll do ya
With L.S./M.F.T.
Own a piece of the rock
Where do you want to go today?
We make money
The old-fashioned way…
When you care enough
To send the very best
Oh, what a feeling!
Come be our guest!
Live in your world.
Play in ours.
Get N or get out
For the love of cars
You can’t top the copper top
Easy as Dell
He keeps going and going…
Go further with Shell
When there is no tomorrow
Bo knows best
Think small. Make believe.
Makes quitting suck less
Stronger than dirt
How do you spell relief?
Success. It’s a mind game.
Defying all belief
Challenge everything
Share moments. Share life.
Because you’re worth it
Save a life. Love your wife.
Categories:
moto, fun, games, humorous, word
Form:
Light Verse
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 8
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Twists itches in bums and bosoms of hope
Each in his own way straps on strappados
Mascaraed serene face trots on stilettos
Embryos oblivious violent lope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Paths to pleasure lead through stabbing throes
Sadistic brutes loved more than sweet husband dope
Each in his own way straps on strappados
Tigress nape stung deep in tiger-tooth jaws
Thumped fury of loins turns mother salope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
The sacred act of making one life’s woes
Born of the terra moto gasping breath grope
Each in his own way straps on strappados
Still the Big-Bang whistles tinnitus mementoes
Is the Universe the result of wanton rape
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Each in his own way straps on strappados
© T. Wignesan – Pars, 2015
Categories:
moto, birth, desire, pain, passion,
Form:
Villanelle
Moto Guzzi outside the Tate
Oh glistening awesome motor stallion
your dovetailed bars, the windscreen’s sheen
you are indeed a work of art
each time I mount your leather saddle
your growling maelstrom comes to meet
your parody of love and travel
lest not to trust the judge’s gavel
thus speed the seed the heavens open
red as lust and sunshine clear
shine the night the organ’s treble
ring the changes speedy devil
stills God’s palate, rest the roar
Categories:
moto, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
In between her legs
her innocent mind
hurts no flies
but her beauty hurts
those in chase of her
whom she don't want
she is so beautiful
every boy wants her
most men dreams of her
so many guys wishes
to be her lover
she needs a care taker
yet she falls for a perfect player
in between her legs
her innocent love
makes her more
admirable
everyman trys to be nice
with her
so many men dreams to
marry her
she was the talk of the town
cos her beauty is a kind killer
despite her humor
despite her great personality
she falls for a player
in between her legs
her innocent heart
hurts no pidgin
cos she was clean
like an egg shell
yet her heart bleeds
cos her lover is far
from loving her
is unfortunate she
is in love
so in love
with the man who
only needs nothing
but the Virginity
in between her legs
in between her legs
mama warned her
about her lover
but she was too young
to understand
papa never like him
for one bit
always he chase him
far always from her
yet she keep running
after his sweet lips of lies
not too long
she bleeds to tears
cos he has won her
virginity to just a game
he is used to
he is never in love
he is just a player
dishonesty was his moto
always with sweet words
of manipulation
his philosophy
is play with the head
with sweet words
and she will keep
the her legs
easily open
what a love
now she is a single
mother
with no real man
just because of the
sexy player that only
needs nothing but
her virginity
in between her legs
a dedication to
all young ladies
out there in the
cold word
beware ladies
this is a reality
to all the
innocent beautiful
ladies out there
my princess all
over the world
beware be wise!!!!
Categories:
moto, abuse, africa, childhood, confidence,
Form:
Epic
I went looking for my little black moto when I discovered
I can't post a photo.
Every site says upload here, except this one, it's so weird!
Categories:
moto, funny
Form:
Rhyme
One by one those behind the catchphrase
"An end to discrimination"
Took away freedom of association,
Freedom of choice,
The freedom to form groups with any rules that,
Might seem to exclude anyone at all,
Including the totally boring or the repetitive prankster.
Club after club were forced to give up on all their traditional ways,
Until there was only one club left holding out on
Their long held beliefs and traditions.
The one club,
That was prepared to challenge those who would,
Shut them down,
This oh so cozy little group,
Who were proud of their exclusiveness.
Wise heads within the club met with those who would shut them down,
To point out that they allowed women in the club,
They allowed men in the club,
They allowed people of every political persuasion in the club,
They allowed people who were bald in the club,
Those who were short and those who were tall were welcome in the club
People of every color and nationality and sexuality could join,
But the rule to be on a waiting list would stand.
The answer came back in a letter,
Stating that the rule was discriminatory,
And they were given 10 days to comply,
Or be disbanded.
Came the last day to change their mind,
Their ranks remaining unbroken,
Their resolve unquestioned,
Everyone feeling they had earned the right to be there.
They would not budge,
The ruling they would defy,
They would fight to the end,
One and all.
And they did.
They did them selves proud,
They battled for three long weeks,
Using anything and everything at hand,
And when about to be overwhelmed,
They used their weapon of last resort,
Their dreaded stink bomb,
So, those who were the eldest,
Could escape and start another exclusive club,
And this time people would have to wait,
Until they were over seventy to join.
Word of this development got back to the authorities,
An emergency meeting was called,
And an amendment was proposed by those present,
Who were in their fifties,
To re-establish the over sixties club,
With the waiting period allowed.
They could keep their moto "age has its privileges"
And everybody lived happily ever after.
Categories:
moto, age, baptism, care, celebration,
Form:
Ballad
?Si el aspecto de dise?o que pertenece a la organización seleccionada Malenotti volvió su punto de pensar en hacer una moto completamente nueva matriz baratos chaquetas Belstaff chaqueta de ladiesThe se ha convertido en accesible para conseguir siempre impresionante y maravilloso ofrece un número cada vez mayor de moda , sobre todo en el presente 12 meses, un montón de la mayoría de las mujeres han mejorado sus abrigos voluminosos dentro de la chaqueta de cuero de la comadreja en invierno tan pronto como obtuvo su Belstaff entrenado para uso directo en la calle escudo de la bicicleta , con la esperanza de volver a aplicar protector de cuero nacional con frecuencia para mantener el agua - resistente podría quizás ser la verdad de que punto de venta , sin embargo conserva algo de trabajo con las opciones que se han ido antes de las variedades del sector y sin embargo la excelencia en el trabajo con los productos y soluciones podría inducir 1 a invertir en ellos, él comenzó a acumular una gran marca de moda Belstaff venta , despertó muy buena fascinación mientras que en los Estados Unidos de América
http://www.belstaffropa.com
Categories:
moto, boat,
Form:
Chastushka
?Si el aspecto de dise?o que pertenece a la organización seleccionada Malenotti volvió su punto de pensar en hacer una moto completamente nueva matriz baratos chaquetas Belstaff chaqueta de ladiesThe se ha convertido en accesible para conseguir siempre impresionante y maravilloso ofrece un número cada vez mayor de moda , sobre todo en el presente 12 meses, un montón de la mayoría de las mujeres han mejorado sus abrigos voluminosos dentro de la chaqueta de cuero de la comadreja en invierno tan pronto como obtuvo su Belstaff entrenado para uso directo en la calle escudo de la bicicleta , con la esperanza de volver a aplicar protector de cuero nacional con frecuencia para mantener el agua - resistente podría quizás ser la verdad de que punto de venta , sin embargo conserva algo de trabajo con las opciones que se han ido antes de las variedades del sector y sin embargo la excelencia en el trabajo con los productos y soluciones podría inducir 1 a invertir en ellos, él comenzó a acumular una gran marca de moda Belstaff venta , despertó muy buena fascinación mientras que en los Estados Unidos de América
http://www.belstaffropa.com
Categories:
moto, boat,
Form:
Chastushka
?Si el aspecto de dise?o que pertenece a la organización seleccionada Malenotti volvió su punto de pensar en hacer una moto completamente nueva matriz baratos chaquetas Belstaff chaqueta de ladiesThe se ha convertido en accesible para conseguir siempre impresionante y maravilloso ofrece un número cada vez mayor de moda , sobre todo en el presente 12 meses, un montón de la mayoría de las mujeres han mejorado sus abrigos voluminosos dentro de la chaqueta de cuero de la comadreja en invierno tan pronto como obtuvo su Belstaff entrenado para uso directo en la calle escudo de la bicicleta , con la esperanza de volver a aplicar protector de cuero nacional con frecuencia para mantener el agua - resistente podría quizás ser la verdad de que punto de venta , sin embargo conserva algo de trabajo con las opciones que se han ido antes de las variedades del sector y sin embargo la excelencia en el trabajo con los productos y soluciones podría inducir 1 a invertir en ellos, él comenzó a acumular una gran marca de moda Belstaff venta , despertó muy buena fascinación mientras que en los Estados Unidos de América
http://www.belstaffropa.com
Categories:
moto, boat,
Form:
Chastushka
Please forgive me when i put grammar lessons to shame, i beg you to hear only
the content of my sincere heart.
Please forgive me if I somehow remind you of Qua-z-moto, just become my
Ismarelda.
Please forgive me if i am not weaken or intimidated when i know not what you
deem I should know.
Please forgive me if my ancestrial-tree has been ripped from its very fabric. I do
have a reason for such a hideous happening.
Please forgive me if i love my beloveth Jesus and find no shame in such
confession. It was only He who has brought me to thee.
Please forgive me if my ski-pigmentation should cause you to be hesitant to
love every fiber of my being.
Last, but not lease. Please forgive me if i love you so intensely and thrist to be
loved by you equally, but realizing you differ from i, but unable to really know
unless you actually told me so. you see all my life I believe whatever you tell me
and still exist that sameway. Please forgive me for just being me.
Categories:
moto, passion, me, love, me,
Form:
Ballad