Best Rub It In Poems
Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame!
A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer!
In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks!
Let us play, TWO!
Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field Hallowed be thy name on those ivy covered Brick-house walls
Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven to sit in the sun with the bleacher-bums
Give us this day our daily dread, but remove those lights that some say offend
And forgive us our trespasses for trading our best hitters and aces
As we forgive those same players who then come back, and rub it in our faces
Lead us not, into tenth inning disgraces, and worst of all, with men left on bases
Deliver us from evil and finishing in last place
And Caray us on to win the pennant race
All's we're ask ‘in for is a couple a more runs with three men on base
Bring us oh Lord a world series trophy, or it won't be long before were all dopey!
Our faith be rich, but our pockets are poor, because most of us can't afford a dog or a couple a beers in here!
Our spirit lives on and we know no fear, so whaddya say we lose the, "wait till next year"!
Mr. Cub is rounding third and headed for home, one more time on this hallowed ground, but we still need a closer for a Cubs World Series win!
Ronny made the call to one of their friends, "send in the saver, Ernie can't do it all"!
Now the "LORD's" in the line-up, and Mr. Cub just handed him the ball!
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! AMEN!
Well done Arsenal, we DID secure fourth place
In Europe's elite we've saved some face
Though we sold our rivals the title race
With that sweet spot on van pursy's lace
We left it late, but what a run
As tottenham's hotspur was coolly out gunned
Those sad fans looked duly stunned
Less appeal for their transfer fund
Our cash stacks high, though it's been so dry
Through thick and thin We're Arsenal til we die
A summer spree, we need to buy
Gotta splash the cash or players pass us bye
Please Arsene don't be a gooney
By signing bloody rooney
The stupid oafish buffooney
And sex crazed looney
So Arsene don't lose your head
And take us in the red
Why not try and buy Benteke instead
His boots ain't gettin' covered in lead
Or gettin' jumpy rumpy in any old tarts bed
Dear Arsene(who art in heaven) please heed these words I've said
Some might say, we punch above our weight
Pundits and rivals they often slate
Being a gooner can at times frustrate
Long years since a trophy, we've now hit eight (too)
So lets get all excited and thrash damn united
Determined nitty gritty lets trash up the city
Beat the wealthy playin' stealthy a smash and grab at chelsea
All they'll see is blurs when we clash with spurs
Highs and lows is the way it goes
Don't let united rub it in our nose
Give em a race and keep em on their toes
And come of end of the season, well.....who knows?
Might end up with a trophy to show!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Last time I checked,
it was still on my neck,
What now is a mark,
once was a speck,
Protected by the freckle,
I can now never forget,
Tattooed into a bad mood,
the ink I still regret,
Smooth surface, epidermis,
let color fill the pores,
Black lines, abstract designs,
around the open sores,
Follow my fingers
from the valley to the summit,
Let go of all your baggage,
watch all your worries plummet,
Rub it in a circle
’til the purple turns to pink,
Palm against palm
let our fingers interlink,
Wrinkles and folds,
crevices and creases,
Capturing the beads
a sweat gland releases,
Scars and birthmarks
and lipstick kisses,
Fleshly desires
and skinful blisses,
Cuts and wounds
and bumps and bruises,
Believing the lies
when beauty confuses,
A tingling sensation
while waiting patiently,
Exhale into the navel
and let creation breathe,
Scriptures and phrases
that raises goosebumps,
The laying on of healing hands
and disappearing lumps,
I’ve spent a lifetime,
counting freckles and moles,
Skin against skin,
like magnetic poles.
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We people search for hearts that we can keep ourselves,
But we have no result.
So long ago, these precious things have been taken from us,
We’ve been worn down by all the insults.
I’m tired! I’m sick of it! You call me a heartless for speaking the truth,
Look at who you are talking to!
If you knew how much I’ve suffered, you would say different,
But you would rub it in my face and laugh if you knew.
I thought the truth would save us from danger and help us out,
More and more lies pile up in my hands.
All the lies you’ve told me weigh me down like bricks,
I’m surprised this body still stands.
I don’t care about what you have to say, I don’t want to hear your petty rants,
Why don’t you listen to me for a change?
If you knew everything that I’ve tried to deal with but failed to comprehend,
You wouldn’t point and call me strange.
Why do I even try? You tell me I need therapy, help, counseling,
I told you no. You think a bunch of medication is going to make everything
nice?
If that is the solution for this anxiety and stress, the depression,
Then I’ll look away and suffice.
I may be Heartless, but you know what? I’m proud to be,
Wanna know why?
Because those without hearts once cared too much for everyone,
But all it got was a lie.
I’ll stay Heartless,
You can keep your hearts to yourself,
And I’ll walk away,
Keeping everything to myself.
A flower is wonderful to have in life,
but it reminds me of a rose that is
red, that I used to have, and to hold,
all of the time I thought I was
wrong about a rose, and a flower, on
which way it will go,
it is red I know my eyes see different,
in the light blood wine light in the
light,
this sparkling lit weather of the rain,
of a red rose that I use to know,
I still do, know it, it is dark but,
I will rub it in the sun,
above all things bad including the mud,
to my dearest goth, and gothic, love rose,
To my gothic dearest gothic rose love,
I just love all flowers in general,
but only one and it is you,
Ummm, what kind is it ?,
what heart beat will it take,
what kind of gothic rose is it,
Ummm, what heart beat will it take,
I will smell it right now,
to see how it would taste,
this is a sample of how much I love being gothic,
each, and every, day, of different aspects in life,
but the same routine thing will never go
away,
I will feel the warmth breeze,
of the glowing wind stone,
Stone, wind glowing of life's wind,
will take wind airs wind, and me, there,
and that is my all orange, and separate black hair,
with the gothic cross, while standing by the
gothic cross,
the red rose that is, two different strong
things, ??? while standing by the Gothic Cross,
a simple red rose is just what I love,
it is what I love to comfort it as I hold,
while smelling the flower and it, it & the flower,
I just love the smell of the red rose flower,
to let out the breeze fresh scent,
the outside is a typewriter, I, and every, thing readable a violet,
come and take me with you,
saying this again and, and again,
until I get it, read me until the graveyard tombstone,
die as I am listening to the rain again,
while the song is playing during the day,
and the evening wind capture it, and me,
feel the heavy weight of,
the dress fall right into the, the night of mortal eye love, I am knelt rose holding down, the red rose, twinkling moon stars is in my eyes, twinkling star is in my eye, like the rain where it goes,
away,
where it end tomorrow or
today,
we must decide to stop pollution before it to late, natures struggling it won't wait!
misuse of fossil fuel, deforestation, habitat destruction, plastics, failing to recycle is sealing our fate!
that is what the green party environmentalists are always preaching, you bet their fretting!
climate warming, no, climate warning, look, the green party their pants they are wetting!
i will speak on their behalf for they are right, we should all fear!
next general election vote them in, don't wait to hear the tories say, "oh dear"!
labour once a cracking party, still is, check out all it's splits!
most thought it favoured green, with good intent, now a load of silly gits!
lib dems, omg! nearly lost it all, have to get their act together,
in fact, stop acting, live life for real, throw away their tickling feather!
next time, what ever party gets into power must remember the clock is nearing midnight!
were not talking Cinderellas glass slipper, we are talking cinder hell ahs! right!
mass extinction, yep, all seven point three billion in one big puff!
let us not forget all the other fauna, flora, all that stuff!
we can talk parties all night and day, parties talking fun, done!
facing self-destructing, come on, poll lotion, rub it in, life can be fun!
We know we are right and we will fight
If you dare appose us we will bite
When good doers think they have a chance
We take their idea and we do the dance
We are the law that makes the choice
And no one can keep their face in a good poise
Because we will smack them with a hammer
As we see them we will make them stammer
Just because we are justice
And we try to do some odd practice
Now we will get back on track
We the people take charge and attack
Wait, what are we attacking? the people that are not right
Oh! thats just my brothers and sisters oh! they are a sight
Now look here, we, we the people makes laws
It doesn't matter how many people open their jaws
I'm all confused, we are the people, did we not choose?
We are, but certain people are just to loose
Fine, this is what the new law we want to appose
Why? because we are confused about what we chose
Using we as a word is to many
It takes all of us even granny
So this is what we want to do, is put I and you separate
And the other that we are to choose to elaborate
I am going to say this, we are to many individuals
So we separate the ones who are good doers
That does not make sense
To put all the yous and I's in a group, it's just dense
Are you with me? no I am with myself in this
I am going to rub it in your face and be in a bliss
So I will do the justice myself, and you has decide to disobey
This is what I mean to do, and it will be O.K.
Debating myself is some what kinda weird
You need to be by my side because we make choices better
So this time you and I will just make justice a letter
The clue is what we do that is some what true
It's funny when words play a game to argue the virtue
When I mean I, I mean I, and when I say you, it is you
When I say we, it is us, and that is what my argument is all about, too.
Fifty, fifty is what the Dragon Slayer is saying, it becomes no greater nor smaller
We are all at fault and our decisions that we have made is for all of us to stand taller
Even when it is wrong and we do things to put down the strong
And our arguments become pointless and long
Our justice is when we started to put it on paper and making it a law that stand
So all of us, in the long run will simply decide to band
How could you tell me you love me
And then take it all away?!
It makes no sence
You make NO sence...
You can not love someone
And then say...sorry not anymore...
No...it doesn't work like that
Love is supposed to be a partnership
If you didn'nt love me then...
Why did you put me through so much pain like you did
It's not fair to me
It's not fair to you...
So you can have your
"Fairytale ending" with whoever your with now...
And when my time comes,
I'm gonna rub it in your face...
Who am I?
Oh where to begin,
I am never before,
And I am never again.
don't like to cause waves
But a hurricane I'll brew,
If thats what it takes,
To be rid of you.
When your tired of the kinfe,
Thats stuck inside your back,
You'll know the stiffness of a spine.
And when your sick of your heart break,
you'll know ribs as hard as mine.
when you know hwen to stand,
and your lefs become hard,
you'll know the time to fight
and your shoulders become broad
the arms become stiff,
and your ready to swing,
when you know to protect,
and you don't care about winning.
This is who I am.
And where I begin,
I am never before,
And I am never again.
And if you compare,
to this, you, I dare,
you mock my spark,
and i'll give you a flare.
Better run if your scared,
I'll kill every ryhme dumped,
And credit I don't share.
Made this way,
with a soul to play,
bet all i have
that i can show you the way
Cause this is who i am
i dont care where you began,
i am never before,
and i am never again
I am what i sing,
you wanna know who i am
will details i bring.
rejection ive known
since the age of 2
it's true
and it ain't gonna hurt me
if you reject too.
callus with mallus
just what can you do?
love is a fallacy,
don't exist for me,
just you.
So rub it in my face,
Like lotion sting my eyes,
and i'll be a swatter
to shoo you like flies
And if to the top i rise
a hand you wont get
drown if you want
but about you i won't fret
this song is who i am
and since it all began
I've been a never before
and i am a never again.
tell me you love me
see just what you get,
the question ain't do you like.
But can you handle it?
cause love aint what i get
when i look into your eye's
i see lies
just another devil with a clever disguise
can you see me?
Do you know what i am?
I'm a never before,
and a never again.
you won't find another me,
i'll find a million of you.
i'm lookin for someboddy
that i can see through.
see what youve done,
and just what you can do?
a subject of me is now
all about you.
but i wont lose myself again
give up what i am for you
done to many times before
so your gettin the boot
if i cant be me around you,
than your just another fly,
now shoo.
cause you can't take who i am,
theres even more of me from when it began
by now you better understand,
can you comprehend?
that i was never before,
and i am never again.
Hypocritical Politicians
One cannot but agree about diplomacy being all hypocrisy...
Those who double talk and sugar coat their wordings...
Are actually buying for time for double dealing...
Explains perfectly why politicians are experts at wheeling and dealings...
They lean to the left, they lean to the right...
They are astute, with shrewd timing to survive alright....
Just recall the fiasco over 1MDB, nothing drastic done to do things right....
All we get, you and I and just about everybody else...
Heightened costs of living, GST and multibillion debts ....
Boo hoo hoo....
The politicians with their double talk....
Confuse and sold to us all the poor sods.....
GST 6% is infinitely better that service tax at 10%...
2 years down the road, we are all poorer instead...
Salaried workers take on extra low pay jobs....
Just to maintain regular lifestyles as befitting their lots...
Now to rub it in, some wise cracking minister...
Accuses able bodied Msians for not being diligent enough...
The crux of the problem is plain to see....
There has not been a reasonable rise in salaries....
To keep pace with the drastic price increases in basic necessities...
And here is a minister putting his foot on his mouth...
Asking all suffering Msians to work even harder to the bone....
Hohoho....
Green Light
Green of light the healing power
Invigorate the body hour
Blue of light to kill infection
In the body with direction
Ultraviolet and or infrared
Through green glass or blue instead
Just a few minutes a day I read
Edgar Cayce this had said…Don Johnson
Edgar Cayce was Americas sleeping Prophet
A lot of what he said was right .
Google him you will find him.
Edgar Cayce a real Knight!
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rub it in its good 4 u
If, the sun never shone
again it wouldn't be as bad
as not seen you for a day
if, the sea dried up
and all that was left was salt,
rub it in my wounds,
for even pain,
would not compensate for the loneliness
I feel without you.
you are my shah
you are my angel
you are my life
you are my love
If I didn't have your love,
life would be miserable
my love, the wall that separated
our world has fall
just as the Berlin wall fell.
You are all I have in this world,
A Breath from the mouth of God.
(c) Glen Harris
I never had much of an inflated ego
Vanity left me at birth
Our self esteem should travel wherever we go
But I always doubted my worth
The awful commotion of plane hitting ocean
Woke every shark in the sea
And I’m left alone with a gut wrenching notion
Why did they overlook me
The crash had killed plenty, the sharks had took twenty
So why did our lord make me last
I doubted a sentry was there to defend me
The next shark did not just swim past
‘My lord,’ I called out, ’what was I about?
Deliver some meaning to me’
That shark chewed me up, and then he said ‘YUK!’
And spat me back into the sea
He coughed and he spluttered and then the shark muttered
’I thought that I’d tasted it all...
I’ve eaten your species, but you taste like faeces’
And that made me feel really small.
I know I shouldn't say this
I keep my mouth shut
But don't worry this time I promise not to cut
For both of our sake
I ruin it all with a snap
But don't test me because you just caused a crack
I do this every time
It’s the after party of hate
I don't appreciate
And I’m done with the negotiate
It’s the rate that I’m falling
Let me take my time
Trust me I'm not stalling
Your weight’s causing me to drown
Why does it hurt?
It’s a monster that’s trying to escape
And it’s something I sure can’t duct tape
Don’t rub it in the face
Keep it low key
Walk away with some pride
Don’t mention you’re so happy without me
Don't pretend to be
something you are not,
just be yourself
don't be someone that time forgot.
If you feel like singing
sing out, you should be proud,
don't hide in a corner
let yourself be heard, sing out loud.
If you feel like humming
because you don't know the words,
don't ever hum quietly
let your humming be heard.
If you feel like wearing make-up
go ahead, put it on,
love yourself for who you are
because you can never go wrong.
If you feel like watching a game
whether it be hockey, even football,
sit down and an enjoy it
we need time for ourselves, don't we all?
If you feel like dancing
go for it and dance,
it doesn't matter what someone else thinks
you might be good at it, there's a chance.
There's no need to show off
just be yourself,
people will like you more
your heart will be filled with wealth.
Don't be someone that time forgot
just be yourself,
don't pretend to be
something you are not.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.24/2015
I can't stand people that pretend to be someone else. Who cares if you have money, a mansion, a million cars, that nobody else can afford. Don't rub it in and show off about it. Give me a break!!! There's more to life...your life...that money CAN'T buy. Don't sell yourself short. JUST BE YOURSELF!!!!