Best Nill Poems
The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted,
we swooned and giggled
mutilating each page
until the pictures faded.
Sears and Roebuck,
Monkey Wards
JC Penny’s,
Macy’s, Mattingly’s, K-mart.
Our wish list grew long
more than one sheet could hold
tears welled up with each toy crossed out.
Until the list was whittle down
Though the likelihood of getting any was nill.
But still
That’s why we called it the book of wishes.
If wants and wishes were hugs and kisses
There would be no need
to thumb through the pictures
and dream.
Perhaps imagination was the best Christmas gift
When I see say saw saunter suck the poetic
pilferings on this site, I rear back and wonder why
there is no sentient sanctioned sickness
that benefit brash bountifuls
coporeal clasmic clippings clasping
amiable ambient anticdodal antics
delivering didactic ***** diversitiers
exiting **** exo entrinsic skeleto
scanismic sanctinomalities saying
kissmyassmuss as u r no
poeticealismuss with no talentpuss
wordless, relentless, assusmus, rediculopuss,
candorlessmuss, patternmussless,
assinemusless, predicator, massless
mentorless, missled poetic mirror maggot. Hi, I write
because my friends will sound me out as a mentioned motion
member paid for life lifer all expensespaid
with no real being bing given to look at me as a
loaftime commrade given to special poetic privilidge
barushka boris and natashsa! Pravada primrose paradies predelivered
postumastively pastored to a patterened
priority let me tell u that your stuff stinks from
Azore to Zinc with all the innnnnnnate idiocracices
to zoozanyzillnill nothings nounce nill neverences to
keep yr stupid sanguine sillo syallble sayings
to your inner gonadial gofferings as u say nothing
in your asso sin cycle of I Me Mine importonto
life is everything piss portal of premise promise.
Sorry, don't believe a word of it and keep it to yrself as
a premium member, screw thyself and one another
let the poetic pleasure begin if u have half a brain and
that half is fecal froth
driven................................................................................
The pain the curse called cancer or mildew let us pray a prayer for you
Now spirits behind this curse we petition the root every root to meet the truth.
Cauldron of witchcraft cooking the flesh of others we dismiss the powers that be and replace the plant that is planted by the sea tree of life upon every flesh to be healed if Jesus Christ our friend is real dismantle every hand of witchcraft every threat to life for we shall not die but live we will see this request happen by the power of the beaten stripes of our precious Lord a command is made and by his grace Lord give us this day our daily bread your words will never pass away heaven and earth may not stand. Still, we stand on this rock the name that is above all names and all things come forth and present yourself in this room now every spirit behind this cancer comes out every root every power of cancer leave as we place our spiritual hands on the pain and take a breather spirits dismantle the anchor's vehicles malignant tumors all demons involved in this sickness we rebuke you before the judge of all judges in the book of commands we command you to be plucked out of the earth and be planted in the sea you must obey nill and void yourself now to every evil growth dry and die in the name of our beloved Jesus Christ any and all satanic instructions to the body be dismantled this nanosecond all the poisons you gave and fed a spirit of death is charged in the presence of our all-seeing Great trinity God give it up evil spirit through the mouth or through the nose just a sneeze or through the tears of another Holy Ghost fire hotter than hot burn away every cancer cell we claim this already done our decree our petition before the Kingdoms table is granted! Amen and Amen!
If you want to share your realities,
With someone you like and so love,
But have no reason, none for sharing,
Then the outcome will be undefined.
You can’t divide something by zero,
The divisor should not be nill, absurd,
You can’t say your number system,
Outweighs the context of your friend.
But if you’re feeling real complex,
Such that you want to give an ear,
Or something small, a limit, a tod,
Then a vector space may hint a field.
That fraction brings another total,
To show the quotient as good,
A neat side of you will emerge,
And a more friendly personality.
You’ll even get dividends back,
From a dispute, the fraction bar,
If you were both colliding, that is,
And not just silhouetting proactively.
You can offer yourself bit by bit,
If you must, but this slow chunking,
Will only involve time for the place,
Which you could’ve got to instantly.
When you give a friend money, time,
Subtract when you could’ve enjoyed,
You need to watch your distribution,
Because the right truly ends with you.
You’ll know that interest is wanted,
When you’ve related, not just given,
Especially if your occasion, situation,
Is the greatest common divisor, topic.
But if you still feel strained, depleted,
By the kindness that you’ve shared,
And you can specify the remainder,
Then please hesitate and round up!
When you’re calculating and gauging,
In your mind the cost of helping, love,
Then the relationship, the quotient rule -
The dude’s terms will state the outcome.
You perked me up with your first sight,
The pretty way you made me glow bright,
My nerves got seized seeing your gait,
Too look this again can't I wait,
Your beauty bewitched me for rest of my life,
Picked me up to the endless Hike,
Love the way you dressed with elegance,
Your eyes was filled with luminance,
You stupefied me from your marvelous look,
What will goes on if you explore whole nook,
The way you smized turned me chill,
Became out of words, no, not, nill,
Your affection cramming through veins,
You have controlled me all on reins,
The stylish bonny girl I never saw before,
Wish I could ecstatically yell or roar,
What can I do to write this rhyme at hoar,
I know, You know, this will get bore,
These are rhymes I penned from heart core,
These are not up, I will write more,
What you told me about your name,
Sweetest girl pronunced in hearty fame.
Written By
M. Shahid
My beloved father died
about six years ago
We were "joined-at-the-hip"
or were told that so,
When he died,
I kept getting his
credit card bills,
They grew impatient
for his ability to pay was nill
I got tired of trying
to explain,
That he wouldn't be signing
anymore checks again
So to one and all
I requested a form
A change of address...
What could be more norm?
I filled it out, new address:
Calverton National Cemetery
Area Z, plot No.2540
And from that day,
And evermore,
No credit card bills
Did pass my door!
Another true tom tale.
Why do our women have to bear the brunt?
Of simpleton men, Neanderthal like grunt.
Proving power through threats and manipulation.
Only proves, I say with no hesitation.
Some men lack true character, inside they are empty.
More a caricature, than real, and quite simply.
Destroying a woman makes you a damn joke.
Your man card should be terminated and revoked.
Keep your hands to yourself, beat the image in the mirror.
What if this happened to your mother? does that help make it clear.
Or maybe your daughter. Think about it.
Change your behaviour, there's a stink about it.
You don't own her, she owes you nill.
If she leaves, you have no right to kill.
Let her go, let her spirit be still.
Hit Repeat
Written by Rebekah Shipp
June 6, 2016
When this sick beat drops
And you find yourself lost
Bass ALL up in your ears
And your eyes start to tear
When the treble pops your lid
It’s Casablanca all over again
Cause all I hear you sayin is “here’s lookin at you kid”
It’s too fast
You too fast
Flying lyrics off my tongue too fast
Suddenly I’m on your mind in a flash
Suddenly you know I’m here to last
It’s so much fun
Rhyming on my tongue
Like Celeste be sayin’
You better run, run, run
Throwing lyrics so quick
You must be stunned
Go, go, go, you got this son!
So please don’t fight
You know I’m right
I throw ‘em so swift
I’m outta sight
I must be tight
To the left & to the right
Everybody hold on with all your’ might
Cause it just might be
That thing you see
In the rear view mirror, Listening
Staring back at me
Whispering
We try so hard to keep it clean
We Riled up
Toasted up
I’m in your mouth
You know what’s up
So shut up
With that bass in your truck
Tryin’ to drop some bars
With your face in the mud
So please say a prayer for me
At night before you go to sleep
Before you drift & start to dream
Please plug me in and hit repeat!
So listen up carefully
we rollin up & down these streets
your bars are droppin to your feet
You know you can not count on me
Cause I’m the one
I’m still not done
Beats blazin on you like the sun
Yes I have won!
Now you have gone
deep down inside you still want some
Now lets try this one more time
Cause I am yours and you are mine
You think you Cash, then walk the line
Just like in time
As fine as wine
I keep on goin side by side
I keep on goin
Rhyme after rhyme
This is crazy
I can’t stop
I hit the mike
As his beat drops
I hit the stage as my flow rocks
I hit the page
My pen won’t stop!
What?! What?! How can this be?
He does it so dang naturally
His bass so sick
His bass so ill
My eyes wide open
Body chill
I call it null
He call it nill
I call it shrimp
He call it krill
I call it pane
It’s window sill
Now don’t you fret, I got the bill.
And now we done with this at last
It always ends up with a crash
And you got mad cause you got trashed
And now you sad cause you ain’t fast!
Don’t be sad…
O Mnemosyne repugn thy persistent nilling
Shield not thine fenestella from my tarantistic spirit so earnestly
yearning
Lift thy scialytic veil and evince those furibund relics from Lethe's depths.
Memories of mother's soft serene womb
Now to me doth arise
Relics once lost to this humble gerontion
Now arise--feeling the sublime comfort
The caring and secure feeling--weightlessness,
Floating in mother's secure inner chamber
Occlude not this noetic myrmidon
Jape not and render a nisis with alacrity genteel.
O Mnemosyne jounce and
Dive through the seiche of Lethe repugning.
Anon, bathe me in myriad visions revealing.
Now is revealed the conception.
What a most magnificent memory!
A silent beautiful explosion of myriad colors
Streaming to and fro rapidly and slowly all
At once--awe upon delightful awe
Vocabulary:
Mnemosyne-Gr. Myth-the goddess of memory; repugn-to oppose/resist; nill-v.t. arch.-to be
unwilling; fenestella-a small window opening in an altar allowing relics within to be
seen; tarantism-nervous disorder characterized by mania for dancing and music;
scialytic-adj.-dispersing or dispelling shadows; evince- to show in a clear manner/to
manifest; furibund-adj.-rare-filled with or marked by rage or frenzy; Lethe-Gr/Roman
Myth-river of forgetfullness; gerontion-Gr.- old man; occlude-v. to shut out/obstruct;
noetic-Gr. Phil.-adj.-of or pertaining to intellectual or rational activity; myrmidon-
loyal follower; jape-v.-to jest/jeer/mock; nisis-n.pl.Latin-exercise of power in acting
or attempting/an endeavor; jounce-v.t. & v.i.-to shake or move roughly up and down/jolt;
seiche-n.-rhythmic occilation of water above and below the mean level of lakes
Go to "Gallery 4" at: http://groups.msn.com/hart2/shoebox.msnw for more poetry by Mr.
David Hart
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This Poor Man's Pipe Dream
no..no...no...DONT GET CLOSE
cuz, yea...yea...
yea...I suppose
emailing would be
the safest lagniappe bet,
where nill expose
sure would moost
likely NOT infect thee,
though these really
quirky, phony (funny) germs
can be inhaled a
cross transmission wires
thru the nose
or data packets
bounced off satellites as
telecommunications
specialists knows
while (and/or) even if
all precautions taken
even extreme measures
such as cryogenics,
(where an individual
ideally after they die)
doth get froze,
nonetheless this communique
must be heeded,
cuz most effective,
and best assimilated
before one takes a doze
essentially (non fatal)
lottery mania flows
within my entire being
from head to
fungus infected toes
whar this old rattletrap
spews castles in the air
akin to a house of cards career
ring into scattered mess
(resembling 52 pickup),
thus unknown reader
dune hot dare
casinos, gambling halls,
horse racing, et cetera
lest ye contract
an immobilizing, yet fear
lee innocuous diagnosis,
asper in do sing glare
ring bug eyes,
plus affecting a hair
reed styled, and swiftly tailored
demeanor accompanied
with Scrooge (tiny lee)
intimating lurch
ching, and ogling
qua monopolistic greed
expending every last
red cent indeed
finding one
impoverishing themselves
at light speed!
Harold's hope at love was nill and none
A groomsman at fifteen weddings
No pretty gal caught his eye
They seemed superficial
He was a great catch
People liked him
Mom said so
Single
Still
Laying in the bed beside you, early morning light,
cascades into the window banishing all signs of
night,
your sleeping frame presents to me an appetizing
sight, I'll wake you up as only I can do, with sheer
delight.
You're underneath the comforter because of
morning chill, I gently ease it off prepared to give you
more than thrills,
your sexy thighs define mine eyes they're slightly
parted still, I drape your legs across my shoulders,
zero movement; nill.
My face descends your waist I breathe in deep your
sweet'ning air, the peaches that I plan to eat secrete
a sweet'ning flair,
that trickles just a little we can race, I'll meet you
there, my tongue becomes The One like Neo
leaping through the air.
The 1st lick stirs your body lightly, is this just a
dream? Your womanhood's dessert I'm talkin
peaches AND the cream,
which seemingly's inviting me to your forbidden
seams, you moan and then it's quiet, I call THAT a
silent scream.
The shock is wearing off and now the sound starts
coming out, your legs are softly tremb'ling as my
tongue moves all about,
like surgery most certainly but this aint nip and tuck, I
introduce my special skill, I call it 'lick and suck'.
This means that simultan'eously my tongue as well
as lips, are working hard in tandem to dismantle
your defense,
just like a potent passing game I'm rackin up the
yards, I throw to 2 receivers that'll make you scream
for God.
See now that's what you're doing as we're entering
that stretch, the sun is shining bright outside and yet
you're soaking wet,
sook sookie not a rooke status labels me a vet, I
spell the alphabet which makes you gush all on my
neck.
I latch on like a newborn baby latches on to feed,
you're sudd'nly strong as 20 men, I guess that's it
indeed,
you look at me astoundingly not knowing what to do,
I wink an eye and wipe my mouth, good morning to
you too.
TwentyFabelThree
TwentyFabelThree
Viewpoint Of The Fish
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Invariably life is surmounted and over come with obstacles designed to amuse
the abusers among the men the users of the clay to mold the old and make them
pay for unimagined hurts inflicted by society when for all the world to see the hurt
inscribed on them my enemy is nill and voided null and jointed separately
intended to become a monument of mediocre missing intentions faltering
commotions ending in so much incidental indentations of the misery of
man. "Well-informed people know it is impossible to transmit the voice over
wires and that were it possible to do so, the thing would be of no practical
value." - Editorial in the Boston Post (1865) This has always been attributed to
Thomas Alva Edison what he Rally said was this “To invent, you need a good
imagination and a pile of junk.” Referring of course to the poetry list of the
CharlaxAndroidSevenOne. The small boy was angry at us the fishermen we two
were men and strong and using bits and pieces of the little ones to catch some
larger for the skillet to add to beans we needed FISH and not just minnows we
could eat. “The fish feel pain” is what the boy said “just like humans do.” “NO”
both the eye and my friend agreed “they do not feel the same as you as eye as
we.” My friend became morose and actually tossed his minnows back and eye
grabbed all my pieces of the fish that eye was using just for bait and tossed as
far into the pond as fish could fly away from me the boy was not so easily undone
and mollified he wept and my friend tried to help him to get over it and frowning
eye was sorry for the day and beans we ate and beans we stayed and then eye
dared to make the complaint. “BOY is crazy we need to eat.” If you want to add to
this meal old man just go to the field and gather up some green onions eye have
plantered them in haste but they are long enough for yew to eat today. Hurriedly
eye rushed between the raindrops to get at the vegetables and then we
smashed the beans and made them into refried. The onions we ate as aside
dish was full of skillet mess
wait
my fabels is long but iff ewe love mee ewe will go now to part two
How... Floe N'ice Tubby In The Throes...
(breaking free of writer's block)
Asper this instance,
when a dearth of ideas
like a charred bait oven
finds me looking Bach
at drawing board and/or the clock
as if inspiration
can be found teasing out
whimsical child like spontaneity
recalling hickory dickory dock
rather than exacerbate
mental paralysis, akin
to an invisible vice grip,
which tension eventually
far worse than bill
lee esse ness, which former
grips with irony my chin,
I try release sing restraint and chill,
ready to whip out power drill
not surprised finding sawdust,
viz of course after numbing skull
sticking head in deep freeze
or mounting temple
on dry ice, without
receiving nary a cavil
lack of creative noggin fill
intense concentration
invariably heats up "thinker"
as if being scalded
on a barbecue grill
(which fixed attention),
never ever engenders
positive flow of ideas,
but absolutely ideal
for reducing a mole hill
from a mountain
nonetheless within ma mind,
before long prolonged
cessation to brain
storm induces ill
humor succumbing into
torturous mental state
(fall of the cider
house rules usher),
non poe whet
tick dark age,
whar ah felt jill
ted loom min hated
with panic ready to kill...
mice elf (Stuart Little),
cuz dem lil
cerebral cogs and wheels
malfunction for more'n a mill
yen times prompting
to scout graveyards
for fresh corpse, and
if results rendered nill
jet over to Doctor Frankenstein,
even if aye gotta
hightail to Trans sill
vein ya, unless....
perhaps ye kind reader twill
donate yar viable gray matter tummy
(right after ya die) denny ya will
almost be im mort till!