Best Move Over Poems
The snow is gently falling
Upon the barren ground
Melted slowly but was almost gone
only to return
Not wanting leave the season
Robins returning from the south
Searching for food on the frozen ground
Only finding mere scraps
Crows chasing around barren trees
Looking for a new spring mate
Flowers trying to peek and catch
a glimpse of the sun
The sun playing hide and seek with clouds
Laughing while it plays hot and cold
With the seasons
Winter does not want to leave
while spring is slowly nudging its way in.
05/04/16
Ok guys, now listen-up
It's time we're moving on
Yeah it's been fun, but sure enough
The good times here, are gone
Now, We have to realize
that it's been several years
That little boy, has grown-up
And now has other fears
Remember Lou, what you used to do
At the foot of the poor boys bed
I thought the kid, would poop his pants
When you cut off your head
And Chuck, with all those sounds
Like a creaking closet door
Made every haunt we pulled
Seamed to scare him so much more
The rest of you, you did your best
In messing with his head
Living here in cramped conditions
Underneath his bed
I wish I, still could say
We could make him, fear for life
But that job has now been taken
For he has a gained a wife
hola sh!t!
who are YOU?
spanky girl
in thigh high
boots! whoah!
shadow long
disguised a form
petite in size
since the day
i was born
wHip! my lip
sticks out
and I pout
when I don’t
get what i want
Patient as
spit on a fire
and I come out
with intent
and desire
so move over…
gentlemen
it’s time to hire
something that works
cosmic my
Rogue.ish grammar
burped a turd
into propers
manners…
top robers
robbers of our hood
I’m a vent I said
and you’re the Marylin
with your panties all wet
I’m moving in
and taking over this place.
"...Marlin, it wasn't my club..."
"...look out, the ocean's mad..."
The dawn purloined by a shadowed thief,
in the kitchen morning blues were stealing,
across the sprawl of formica grief
with hot buttered daybreak unappealing.
Perforations flooded to slake the thirst,
and down on thermoplastic, kneeling,
a hot Hail Mary brewed and burst
and spiderweb cracked the ceiling.
The chain mail pot spilled a stain of toffee
and dreams died once more with feeling,
rats in the walls tapped a preference for coffee
with the legend: “Move over, Darjeeling.”
The other day my cousin Mabel
She said to me
Mike I ain't never seen
Nothing before like your poetry
Cuz, you need to be famous
We're going to take this on the road
We're going to knock down some doors
We're going to make some heads explode
She said I know this feller
He's going to do good by you
He's one of them there agents of sorts
He'll put you in the news
Right then and there she called up Bubba
Who believe me, didn't come cheap
Wanting all the money up front
If he was to represent me
So I handed over all my doe
And now that's where we are
On a whirlwind of a tour
Of America's Super Wal-Marts
He even had me a bunch
Of my poetry books printed out
I think that they're in English
But I still have my doubts
That's okay cause most here
Prefer not to read
And Bubba had his kid draw in some pictures
Which seems about all they need
They ask if I'm famous
I come back with a lie
Ever hear of Jeff Foxworthy?
Well I know that guy
That's when the book sales took off
Like history in the making
I told Bubba to buy his son more crayons
We're going to need more illustrations
Yes this being a famous poet
Seems to really suit me
Tomorrow we're going to set up a stand
Outside of Denny's
We'll be hitting the breakfast crowd
Right on up through lunch
So move over fame your in my spot
Just call it a hunch
"Move Over"
Move over
I’m coming in
Right side
Left, uncovered
Move over
I’m coming in
Left side,
Right?
Rite.
Write.
Right?
Move over
I’m coming in
Right side
Left, uncovered
Light
or
No Light.
Move over
I'm coming in...
Light
or
No Light.
(LadyLabyrinth /2020)
“Find You” / Ruelle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66BkR217GcY
"What makes a man or woman, 'Human'?
What makes a 'Human'
put thoughts into words into stories?
Surely, it is the Soul, the Higher Self
that has the wish to convene with other souls.
Is "LOVE" not the truest form of collaboration?
When Love transports a human
out of the story into real life,
then souls truly do meet."
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=113218
Quotes
poems, short stories
Sleeping Beauty move over, you got fierce competition
Ain't no vicious rumor,
but dead serious joke
cuz no princess
can kiss bajillion times
to get yours truly woke
ah... just one garden variety generic
Geico Frog Prince
(in actuality I
wanna be caveman bloke)
nothing will disrupt me,
not even minor noose,
so hence go ahead
to get dude duke to choke,
or light a fire under my keister,
nsync with strong arms
issuing lances jabbing poke
but natural gas within me
will endanger nearby folk.
Now listen up,
cuz Zarathustra hath spoke
randomly selected Matthew Scott Harris
sitting prettily athwart
(think Boy George of Culture Club)
on his toadstool,
his (courtesy Zarathustra)
divine inspiration he doth not cloak
couched admonition forewarning
demise kisser will croak
unless he/she qualifies as
bonifide LGBTQ - okey doke
don't say, I did not give fair warning,
while going for broke
courtesy one gay (ping) small/medium
at large frog, usually found soak
king up sunbeams
nonchalantly taking toke
exotic blend comprising
flies, mosquitoes, moths
and damn dragonflies
after they did marinate and soak
within solution mainly egg yolk
to offer greatest smoke.
Oh don't be confused, flummoxed,
nor ill humored regarding mine
married status with tadpoles
totalling ahem... sixty nine
heterosexual biological reproduction
consummated as faux sign
unable to retrofit, reddit, ribbit...
no I honest got a short backbone (spine)
with large hip bone to support
powerful leg muscles taut as pine
yet smooth and glassy as River Seine
out true self before I feign to croak
purportedly rumor heard thru grapevine,
but twitch started by yours truly.
Postscript: my apology,
noah arked intent cited as offender
toward any living creature sexual gender
who might take objection regarding
unfairly labeled, hashtagged,
as duped pretender
cuz thy persona, karma,
charisma... genuinely legally tender.
Monsters Move Over by JT Curtis