Best Ramped Poems
Sidewalks and skate parks;
Old swimming pools drained.
Kickflips and split lips;
young ankles sprained.
Aerials and Varials
and being called a punk.
Tail taps and grip tape;
and tricks that take *****.
Exercise that is ramped up;
balance in a curve.
Backflips and Bearings
now don't loose your nerve!
Ollies and wallplants
it's no passing fad.
acid drops and nosestalls
Not just boys being bad!
Ramps under carports
and falling and pain.
Daring and doing tricks
again and again
Inclines; expression
and Five Oh grinds
Nollies and ledges
and friendship that Binds.
Go away Mr. Policemen: Just let us be.
Skateboarding is not a crime!
So let us Skate free!
The MAN
-THE SPIRIT-
- THE SEED
All dwell in the same abode
In the temple
where they are ripened
to be born -
Conditioned in holding tanks.
THE swishing of moving waters
gentle memories
conditioned in silence.
in holding tanks that were replicas
of wombs.
gentle memories from the world
where angles fluttered.
Imaginations are contagious
we all had the same dream
The MAN
- The spirit-
- The seed
delivered unto the
vastness of judgement
hated femininity-
no earthly peace.
When man has the gift
in spite of you,
You insult his dignity.
No peace on this plain-
Your haughtiness,
your naughtiness
naughtiness is too
of a word nice -
maybe babies are- the word
Strange, is better.
The MAN
- The spirit-
- The seed
There is something about the lips -
Lips,shaped like
(pictures I have seen)
of cherubs mouths.
But still we have not perished.
All imaginations
could not bear witness
to the same whatever.
someone is sick
caught some disease
came from poverty and
blossomed like a lily in a
cesspool pond.
Hearts seeking
solace inside
The sweethearts
the clean-hearts
deep immersion
where no pain dwells
where the well disciplined
well guided-thoughts
are ushers in my temple.
The inner silence where -
No thoughts run ramped
My peace of mind-
my saving grace-
from the world i have to face.
The flute talks the
flute is my guide
I am still. Just still.
CLEAN-HEARTS
INSIDE-
WHERE
THE INNER
SILENCE RESIDES ...
and no
creature be despised
neither
The MAN
- The spirit-nor
- his seed
There's A Pedophile In The House...
(ah...ah...ah...ham eye white...???)
OMG,... and he looks...
SAY WHAT??? just like me???,...
absolutely NO WAY!!!,
would this sensitive,
respectful, "FAKE" veejay
quiet-natured, mindful,
loving, kind, underplay
justice invoking, hew today
mainly, gentle, friendly, "I say"
enlightened, democratic chap redisplay
any besotted abominable,
blamable, culpable, quay
esse chin hubble
despicable, execrable prey
dot door formidable,
inhospitable...overplay
ying faux indulgent,
NOR be mistaken
to assay, betray, convey,
display, expressway more fay
writ his'm to
gainsay hearsay, inveigh
jaw dropping "FAKE"
yuge weak accusations
(by a long shot), sans
basket of conspiring deplorables
attempting to assassinate
bigly believe me tubby "stupid"
winning loser to berate,
who doth unequivocally create
mine substantial vocabulary rumor,
versus 4th grade reading level
trumpeting librettist - thee great
test Don Quixote
(as falsely sung with hate
full sotto voce), and ramped up
as ill suited mate
a minus [sic] zero moron,
which doth hapt
tubby incredibly tremendous
disservice to bona fide classy idiots
with a lot of money
(like the millions and billions
of my golfing confrères)
given bent iron golf clubs
used by crooked Hillary,
when former Secretary of State
ideal for Putin on the Ritz
by far less exciting, with
Bill Clinton's flirtatious flits
trained pudenda purse
sin null property
of intern (NO FALLACY)
topped as southern delicacy dish
consume mated with buttered grits
pricked prurient peccadilloes licks
suddenly recalling seminal kicks
starting, how with Little Rock kits
he received assistance,
sans starts and fits,
eventually then nubile
ingenue Monica Lewinsky
called time out, cuz at her wits
end once assisting helping
express his "naughty bits,"
when done completing
cum mincecd secrete mission
blue dress draped
expensively furred
(i.e. tricked out) in her
"FAKE" minx hiding
sable animal spirits,
when animal rights
activists vehemently protested
out-coming result
slapping former president
with a PETA file.
My self mutated behavior
Resides over me
A disturbing dark form
Drifts there permanently
The sadistic hovering mass
Forces torrential downpours
Which rain decaying acidities
Sweeping over me instantly
As an infectious disease
Running ramped through my blood
I have yet to catch my breath
And still it pushes forward
I have damned the innocent
Or is it with my self loathing
Grudge seeking, spiraling pitfall of insanity
I have damned myself
M. Lyn Church
February 15, 2013
HUMANITIES REALITIES
The morality rate is at an all-time low
Disparity runs ramped in the streets
The reality of it all screams out "NO"
While everyone's volcanity seethes in heat
The fatality of decency, the mundanity of life
Lost vitality in heart, mind, body , and soul
The profanity we curse caused by pain and strife
Trying to think with a mentality like a 5 year old
The inanity of our Spirituality is cause for concern
Fearing the brutality of he who holds the keys
The formality in how we all just wait our turn
While people in urbanity walk around on their knees
The insanity of humanity, such a depressive state
Exhausting our veracity beating on one another
The criminality in our belief, the fires burn in hate
Glamourizing the totality of pitting brother against brother
01/25/17
underwater mysteries lye dormant
underwater frequencies run ramped
flippy grey floppy over currents and waves
floating boats poach and boast the most
flippy floppy tides sway coast to coast
choppy white water,
tidal wave caps
harpooning for big benji and da bloonies
illegal ignorant people
turn pirate and evil,
they don't even know
lethal vibrations steer fear thru the nose
bottlenose flippers hear and swim near
flippy see dark slick come from engine rear
flippy Frisbee disc floppy,
fly thru the air
hunger for humans
show no pity
starving their wits
little did flippy know not to swim thru oil slicks
playing with nature
why not?? No risk?
gill filled with ick
black gold and ignorance
oils inflation,poached population
effects and causation
coffins for mammals soon not to exist
love earth and love water
at least love still insists
life will anew, recycle this mist
though will dolphins adapt to this new age environment bliss
I love flippy and floppy, I hope for the best
I end with a kiss
The cold wind blows
in the frigid north.
Snow has fallen..
No sign of spring.
Dreams of sunshine
and fresh, warm air
captivate my mind,
my entire being.
Birds fly ramped
no shelter from the chill.
I feel their pain,
though there's not much I can do.
Another thought enters
this very open mind.
The meeting of a loved one,
which may take some time.
Though I am willing to wait,
sometimes my thoughts race.
I still dream of spring
and a very friendly face.
I look forward to the season
where warmth arrives.
Along with my dreams;
reality will be mine.
Times seems rampant
Your body language an easy to read pamphlet
Heart beats faster quicker the blood transits
Robbery of the heart the approval of this bandit
Revealing feelings that no longer compresses
Making you think, your words are selective
Can’t screw up and chase off what’s precious
But the very thing greater than the queens ransom
Also sings the anthem
Of sadness and ex and internal tantrums
Blocking off companions
Tear down the cheek ramped
It gave you so much ravishment
And then it a tragic end
Brings life as well as ashes to ashes
Greatest sugar rush until crashes
Absolute power once it latches
Stronger when it detaches
It invisible
Some say it’s the first visual
Lonely people say its mythical
Because the arrow was shot but missed the intended soul
Its known to happen multiple times
Creating gullible signs
Real one lies 5 years down the line
Or always been there in disguise
Test of time some stood
As times goes more become Hollywood
But fuk the cons this the greatest emotion never can there be a sub
Rather its happy ever after or released and never recaptured its sincerely LOVE
The feeling in me one of inadequacy
The pressure builds boiling my skin to peel
Coming apart tearing at the seems
Thoughts run ramped life tragic and frantic
Pushing me away from my normalcy
The uncontrollable me breathing so heavily
Sweat dripping off of my mentality
Nervously is my charged energy
I resign it's too late, no more time
So I lie down to do or die and softly cry
Wondering why God why am I still alive
The revelation haunting me it's so damaging
My stomach in my throat where my heart it chokes
All the way down to my final breath...and death...
11/27/17
Written for contest: "Emotional anger, hurt, rage"
Hosted by: Lewis Raynes
Won 4th Place in Contest Results
Why is there so much killing?
Is it really all that thrilling?
Or is it more or less fulfilling?
Does it give you a rush?
Do you think your the only one with the royal flush?
They have got you now,
Just as they vowed,
You thought you could get away with random murder,
Now you have to face the court order.
The death penalty is in your sight's,
You wont be seeing any more white lights,
I hope on your last night's,
You realize God doesn't even want to see you in his sight.
You kept me in terror when you were free,
Going on a ramped shooting spree,
Shooting everyone you could see,
Now my Montgomery County is once again free.
With an arrow through my heart, you poisoned my soul
Toxic fumes ran ramped
Appalled at your conniving actions;
Body is numb, icicles for fingers
Crying inside
My mind has become a ticking time bomb
The explosion is bound to be epic
A summer wind came barging in
to block two winter storms
I just blew in, she chirped
to keep you big boys warm
The storms ramped up
soon temperatures dropped
The summer wind winced
her initiative flopped
Back home the wind flew
to sunny, tropical climes
'Twas the last time she'd venture
to block icy cool rhymes
He lurks and creeps,
He sees and seeks.
Predator is his name,
Hunting is his game.
He sees a girl sitting on a stool,
Without hesitation his mouth begins to drool.
He buys her a drink, and one for himself,
With a sinister smile he says, "Cheers to good health!"
She's flattered and lost,
Not knowing what's at cost.
She welcomes him with open arms,
Never seeing past his wicked charms.
For now she is persuaded,
Unknowing her life will be faded.
Her future is coming to an end,
No more wounds for her to mend.
With a quick gesture, she's in his car,
Then reassures her that he doesn't live too far.
His moves were swift like his pipe of lead,
Now darkness clouds her precious head.
In his world of pain and fear,
Only her screams shall she hear.
Tears run ramped down her face,
Praying for a way out of this hellacious place.
All her attempts of fights and screams,
Do nothing more than fulfill his dreams.
She prays it will be over soon,
Just a rape and home by noon.
But this will not, be a quick ordeal,
For it will be long before, she sees death's seal.
Hope for mercy, hope for light,
Know to herself, she has one last night.
Where is God, so called savior,
Unacceptable is his behavior.
Is this how her devotion be repaid,
Is this the way her life shall fade.
Now it is time to say farewell,
A chilling end to this brutal hell.
No more moments for her to cry,
No more tears for her to dry.
He will once again, hunt his prey,
She will never again, see the light of day.
Mr. Frogator
It was dark and deep among the cypress trees,
Lily pads covered the water.
One frog had ambitions to rule the lake,
His name was Mr. Frogator.
Yes, he insisted on being called "Mister,"
As he inhabited the largest pad,
He led the chorus of nighttime frogs,
But alas, their croaking was bad!
It was out of tune, and canoes riding through
Would cover up their ears in dismay,
For Mr. Frogator ramped up the volume,
When one of them rowed in the way.
That was the way he got rid of the riff raff,
And impressed all the frogs in the lake,
If you sit on the bank you can hear their notes,
But you can't take it long, goodness sakes!
On a hot and dusty day,
my feet carry me far away.
With nothing in sight but blue skies,
thoughts run ramped through my mind.
Praying to my father and friend above,
Searching for the meaning of love.
Thought I had it at one point in time.
Now I have a tangled mind.
She was cheating how could this be?
My heart is broken, my tears are dried.
A cross roads lies up ahead.
What direction should I go?
I love her so much it hurts to do,
but why should I come back to you?