Best Mutch Poems
we the people just who do they mean by we .you me them becuse if they mean
me this is what we would do. we would stop this war and stop it now we would
bring are soliders home.we would stop this pointless killing we would leeve iraq
alone. we would drill for oil right here at home yes we would bring our gass
prices down .we would stop making excuses we would turn this country around.
affordable housing would be nice .we would bring are people in from the cold.let
them know there not alone. we would make sure every american family had a
nice home of there own. yes my fellow americans if i where only we. we would
restore your hopes your dreams and your happiness we would give back the
american dream. a home food healthcare clean clothes on your back. now i ask
you my fellow americans is that to mutch to ask. in the land of oppertunity we
need to take it back .now here comes the truth my friends and you better take
some notes we the people means them.and they hurt us the most .they look for
ways to drive prices up on everything we need. they try there best to keep us
down to take away are dream. we have to keep gass so high theres no other way
that is what they tell us. and then they smile and say we have to drive the prices
up. theres nothing we can do they look us right in the eye and lie to me and you.
and that seems to be ok .i think its time that we the people try to take a stand.they
lie cheat and steal from us each and every day. they make everything sky high
and give them selves a raise .a hundred and fifty thousand a year man how they
must struggle .take take take more more more thats what they relly say. they
make themselves above the law they think they got it made but sooner or later we
all must die und god will sort us out we the people will rule in heaven and they
will burn in hell ....
Form:
it was the night before christmas. and all in my house.everyone was sleeping
even my pet mouse.i was laying in bead a grin on my face.waiting to here the
yells and screams.he would make.the year before i was bad all year.i did not
want mutch hardly nothing at all .just a big box of legos and a brand new ball. but
i did not get a present at all last year. i vowed never again would this happen to
me .next year i will set traps i will get him you see.so i placed the bear trap in the
chimney with care. in hopes that his jolly fat butt would be there.so i rigged all the
stockings to give him a shock.put his exlax cookies on a plate with glee.then
laced his milk with castor oil you see.and i cant wait to see the look in his
eyes .when he sees me .laughing and pointing at his fat stupid behind just
waiting for him to crap in his pants.then it happened i heard a bone snap.he
yelled out in pain .but a weird thing happened on the way to see .santa,s voice
sounded familar to me. for it was not santa it was my dad you see. and before i
could stop her before i could speak my mother was blown right off her feet.she
lay on the floor my stocking in hand.her hair was all standing on end . grandma
was sitting in my dads favorite chair mouth hanging open all she coud do was
stare.i was in trouble did not know where to start .before i could speak grand ma
let a big fart.her eye started twiching she wiggled and groand.she jumped from
the chair and headed for the throne.she all most made it god bless her heart .but
all it took was one more fart. there was a brown trail from the chair down the
hall..but theres a reason im telling this story to you all .if you dont get a pressent
dont do what i done or you will be cleaning up crap for a month....merry christmas
to all and to all a good night....
Form:
the pain is real
my vains run cold
i slid across the gravel road
it hurt so bad
tears blured my eyes
people sat down to watch me cry
i burned my leg that fatefull day
the scars ramain till this day
i feel the hatered boiling in me
i want to explode
i want to scream
i dont remember mutch of my past
all i know is i never laughed
when i would id wait to see
what would then happen to me
i cry at night remebering this
the pain i felt without a kiss
Form:
I sold my stolen joy division box set
to go to a local show with a girl
how's name was in a popular song
on the radio
she had long curly blond hair
like the one from pink flamingo
we ran for coffee out of
the rain that was so cold it cud snow
when we started talking about
hows, whats, wares, whys and when's
her pretty face told me how her mom died
and explained a brain aneurism
baking cakes and cookies sounded perfect
but how would you feed cloth your self
and pay the bills
making furnisher at the university
ruff hands rubbing mine
she looked up in to my eyes
you havent worked a day in your life
half smiling she steal held mine
there wisent mutch ells I wanted to do
resting on top of me
say the right things or
be comfortable with silence
she was from baltimore
and I have pleasant memories of pittsburg.
WON TO FREE
I was never mutch good at speling;
I faled evry speling be.
And wen it kame to mathmatiks
You koodn’t kount on me.
I yoost to start of oh kay,
But, arfter won to free,
My mined wood go completely blanc
And ide be all at see
But now I’ve solved my problems;
It’s as easy as ABC.
I have a calculator
And spell check on my PC
26th May 2023
WTF poetry contest
Sponsor - John Lawless
17th centurian Juan de Arellano
Still life flowers were his go to show*
a genre influenced by Dutch art
in Spain with a mutch later start
*https://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/a/arellano/07arella.html