Best Wwe Poems
Give yourself a star for
everything you do today.
Open a pack of cupcakes and give
one to a friend even though you
wanted both of them for yourself.
Have a staring contest with your brother/sister.
Catch the butterflies
again.
Make a face the next time somebody
tells you "no."
Ask "Why?" a lot.
Believe in fairy tales.
Have someone read you a story.
Wear your favorite shirt with your
favorite pants even if they don't
match.
Play those cool games in
the ground
and reach home in a total
mess.
Stick to your favorite
cartoons.
Hide your ”roties" behind the
almira..
Play in the rain ..
Make the paper boats once
again.
Sit really still for as long as the dog
(or any pet) is asleep in your lap.
Collect those WWE superstars tattoos
again.
Find some pretty stones and save
them.
Stick your head out the car window
and moo if you see a cow.
Walk barefoot in wet grass.
Count the colors in a rainbow.
Fuss a little, then take a nap.
Take a running jump over a big
puddle.
Giggle a lot for no real reason.
Tap someone on the shoulder while
you stand on their opposite side and
they turn around and no one's there
thing.
Enjoy your all-time favorite icecream/candy
bar.
Throw something and when it lands
make a cool exploding bomb noise.
Buy yourself a helium balloon.
Be a kid again.
Come join the three for another cheap, meaningless day in their lives
They consider themselves to be hip, part of the same sex marriage, Burly the
husband, Flo and Mary the wives
Their day always starts at the breakfast table bashing the males that exist
They wish the males could be on the endangered species list
Sometimes things change among the three, as the estrogen level rises in Burly
Once a month, she wants to be a wife and act very girly
As for Mary and Flo, they think Oprah is hot
Burly thinks Rosie O'Donnell has the goodies she so much has sought
They sip their Busch Beer out of Nascar Coozies
There is no more room for anymore women within the circle of The Three
Floozies
From their point of view, all men should be women's slaves
Burly has a strong scent of Old Spice after shave
They love watching domineering women type movies
The popcorn is shared by all Three Floozies
They go out to only all girls clubs
They cheer on the under dogs, their favorite one is the Chicago Cubs
Their closets are full of clothes by Dickies
They leave each other love notes on little stickies
Mary likes champagne on a store brand soda budget
Flo likes Butterbeans with cumin to make them smell pungent
Burly likes Pickled Eggs and sardines
Burly's favorite movie line is In space no one can hear you scream
Flo's favorite movie line is Go ahead, make my day
Mary's favorite movie line is My name is Chucky, do you wanna play?
Burly dreams of one day wrestlin' steers
Mary is concerned that Burly one day will leave, that's her worst fear
Flo watches the WWE, she is such a loyal fan
Burly uses her forehead to smash empty beer cans
None of you are mothers, so on your peanut butter selection, quit being choosy
Mary, Flo and Burly are today's Three Floozies
Our appearance
said we are
intelligent
and our attitude
applauded more.
Yes,that is
extremely
unprecise.
Now is the hour for
action.
Pick pencil,pen and
paper
that we may know
the Lionel Messi
that will have the
golden boot.
You thought you are
the Shakespeare
or the John Dalton
of science,
Your hand must tell.
You must be like
Trajon.
If you made pillow
and bed
your best friends,
do you think you are
the one
to get the pin inside
a deep blue sea?
Answers won't fall
like manna,
unless you seek it
earlier.
We all are not
unintelligent.
But that alone can't
give success.
For success is
determination
and determination
is success.
The need to be as
determined as WWE
Taker
is necessary for the
being first.
If any question is
hard out to crack,
we too must be as
stubborn as ram.
Among the billions
of us,one is require.
Then,the rest will
kiss the ground.
Display your talent
for even when you
fail
"a bull will be given
to you"
It all started in kindergarten with cowboys on them
Next came Smokey and the Bandit's Trans Am
Collected a pair Doris Day once wore
Took a pair from the garbage at the curb next door
While most people are Jonesin' I am Sammin'
When night time is my time I can secretly be pajammin'
I have a pair from Frederick's of Hollywood on order
A pair from Taco Bell with their slogan, Make a Run For the Border
An organic pair made out of Poison Ivy, that I will never wear
A pair from my Psychatrist asking is Anybody In There?
From Janet Lee's suitcase in Psycho
A pair with the Gecco from GEICO
A pair I wear only during the NBA season so I can do some dunkin' and slammin'
I am definitely a closet case when it comes to pajammin'
I have a pair directly from the WWE
A pair designed by David Hasselhoff, now that is scary
A Richard Dawson pair from Family Feud
A pair from Nancy Grace with her quote, "Some Other Dude"
A silk pair from the weaves of China
Speaking of weaves, I stole a pair from Aunt Jemima
A pair from Captain D's, they smell like fish, I mean they are really clammin'
Nobody would appreciate a good, solid, living on the edge type pajammin'
Once again I appreciate the night when it arrives
Sometimes I get so excited, it gives me the hives
So where is America's understandin'
I see no get togethers for us who are obsessed with pajammin'
It is the Tenth Anniversary of “9-11”
What a day we will always remember!
We believe those brave souls went to Heaven,
That tragic day in September!
As we take a heart breaking look back,
We meditate on the innocent lives lost!
Although we over came that vicious attack,
We still mourn the incredible cost!
We close our eyes for a moment in silence,
And the silence can seem long and loud.
Yes, wWe overcame the senseless violence
For we are Americans, and we are damn proud!!
By hook and crook
I passed two days of lockdown.
On 3rd day i made up my mind
Not to take task at home in hand.
I left kitchen and home on her behalf.
But 12 hours of day
I couldn't spend without work.
So i decided to play an adventure game
My soulmate was competent in the game.
First of all i made a cloth ball with my hands
We shall try to catch it on both end.
She and i entered into the hall
To play game with hands made ball.
The rules of game were decided first
Hold catch 2 points and dropped catch 3 points
We started it only for fun
But regret, we forgot it very soon.
I threw the ball
She caught and scored two points .
She tried to dodge me
But i caught and started with same points.
The game was going on
Throw and catch
Catch and throw the ball.
Clapped at every point
We were the players
We were the spectators
Enjoying game at both ends.
But my fate never liked my happiness
I was just behind her on points table
It my turn to throw the ball
I held it as rugby player hold ball.
Threw it hard towards her
Unfortunately she missed the ball
It made her face an extra ball.
The game was finished without declaration
No one defeated, no one was win.
One side the flooded Ganges
Other hand the hungry lioness
Childhood song i understood this day.
Hurt lady at home
Corona warrior was on road
To catch culprit of lockdown
Difficult to select
Either stayed in or out in lockdown.
I stood unmoved till conscious back
Hurriedly i took towel to use as mask
Opened the doors and ran out.
'Stay in', ordered a cop to me
But who had time to listen it.
A ball from my doors targeted me
But this time luck saved me.
Married man knew married man very well
So he helped me to save from hell.
He said me politely,
'stand under margosa tree in isolation '
I followed his instructions with deep breath
But it was damn evening
When honest man asked me,
'Choose home or quarantine of 14 days'
There was no option
So defeated soldier turned back to home.
She was sitting in sofa as queen
Watched as tigress looked lamb in grass green.
She turned on the TV at high volume
Highlights of WWE was going on tv screen
Punches after punches listened neighbours
With wrecked smile on lips
They asked me next day
' who won the match yesterday?
When she first introduced herself....
she was quite the shy one.
She approached him in the street that day....
She had a black hoodie on,
that said "Answer to No One,"
keeping her emotions at bay.
Upon meeting this man,
who had been through hell himself,
she reached over his head,
taking his heart from off the shelf.
She didn't care about his money,
or what he had already gone through....
she just wanted to show him....
that love can be deep and true.
She was a slender girl,
29 years old,
birthday the 14th of December....
she had her own flaws,
her own imperfections,
dark brown hair....
and she didn't care....
She was of a different breed....
loved video games and WWE,
she was from Orlando,
but moved with her parents,
she grew up with a troubled past,
none of her previous relationships would last....
but she didn't care about that....
this girl was just like him.
Her baby blue eyes,
had a story to tell....
She was a vicarious Sagittarius....
but when she saw him,
her heart jumped for joy....
her main statement to him was cheery and upbeat,
"come here and hug me, boy!!!"
She would always squeeze him tight,
and remind him that she would always....
always....
treat him like a king and treat him right.
He had been verbally abused,
and emotionally used....
but when he saw her,
the pain and the strain went away....
the tears would subside,
and never again would he cry,
because she was there for him,
and she continually showed him why....
it was good to be loved,
for that feeling to be real....
something they both wanted to feel.
Days passed,
weeks went by....
love overcoming hate,
soon thereafter, she approached him again,
this time, she had gained weight.
He asked where it came from,
and she said....
being in love does that to you.
She had gained pounds of happiness....
This is all about her, that one that is something
different then any of labeled loves
the one you could but didn't
Scared to cheapen the truth of it
You know her, your past present and your hearts
Unfilled hole.
The one who saw you for what made you different
She rough enough to handle a mans innerchild
And will roughhouse with her boys, like wwe diva
She not afraid to wrestle.
The one with determination, and intelligence
soulfull and open to the possibilities
Of spirit in sounds
Down to earth but eloquent
She holds you to Bob Marley
And as free spirited as a moon dance
I miss her curious eyes
And her willingness to give the lost a chance
I miss her cocky drinking mood
That I tthink all her men misunderstood
But I do
But my kind exterior and the truths I denied
Shadowed my aggression and only showed respect
When she needs a man that can remind her she's a
woman
She stays in control but wishes to loose herself
In random moments
I miss you
[Mother] Mary, our Mother
Wwe know that you are our Perpetual Help
Not only in our spiritual need but in our material need as well
With humble hearts and childlike confidence
We beg you to help us in our present financial stress
Due to foreseen circumstances
We are now in dire need
Since we cannot meet our just debts
Dear Mother
We are not asking for health or prosperity
Merely for help in satisfying our pressing obligations
You are the queen of heaven and earth
And as such
The dispenser of so many favors granted by your Son, Jesus [Father Christ]
We know you are most kind
Generous to all your devoted children
Loving Mother
We plead with you to obtain the financial help we so desperately need in our present situation
We thank you
Dear Mother
Promise to make your perpetual Help known far and wide
Amen
Prayer to Poem: 7022018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Twitter, just like Facebook, is also the best social networking website of all time.
Twitter.com has been part of the social media since the day one guy founded Facebook and
the people have found MySpace and YouTube. Everybody's posting their tweets on their
Twitter accounts, including me. Also, there's a lot of celebrities that are on Twitter
every single day: celebrities like Paramore lead singer Hayley Williams, Selena Gomez, the
Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels, Ru Paul, and others. Nickelodeon also has its own Twitter
account and one too many tweets. Even the hit TV show, "Braxton Family Values," with the
Braxton sisters, each have their own Twitter profile. The reason why Twitter.com is also
considered the most popular social networking website is because of the news, politics,
music, pop culture, and stuff. Everybody wants to be a part of the conversation on
Twitter, especially when they're talking about their favorite professional athletes like
Le Bron James, Shaq O'Neil, Tony Romo, and other athletes nationwide. It's good enough
that all of us are of Twitter.com every single day, just like Facebook and MySpace. Like,
for when I log on to my Twitter account, I'm following almost everybody, including wwe.com
and Teen-Nick. Everybody also has one too many tweets and followers on Twitter. We all
love going on Twitter.com, especially when we're posting comments on our Twitter profiles,
posting videos on Twitter courtesy of YouTube.com, or whatever. Social networking has done
it. and if Twitter.com were to remain the social networking website, along with
Facebook.com, that would be very awesome. I wonder if everyone will follow me on Twitter?
All pay-per-view events are very expensive, even on a monthly budget. These pay-per-view
events include boxing, football, basketball, soccer, and wrestling (WWE Capitol
Punishment, e.g.) All pay-per-view events have been on TV since cable was invented. But it
seems to me that all of the cable customers can barely afford to watch one pay-per-view
event, let alone 11 or 12. I think that all pay-per-view events are like $40 to $60 a
piece. It also seems that since all cable consumers can't afford a pay-per-view event on
TV, then they should get it on DVD. And if these pay-per-view events continue to bleed all
of the cable customers dry, they'll be broke by then.
Fiery I canst me be a man of the 50 feet spacecraft, he ask is he or rampant bugger me skipper
Ask not oh mister jakin, weep not sir Abercrombie here where does it go
I go the star, is like cement mixer weep it is straight upward hocus pocus
Adrenalin it does fortuitous me cowards mutineers you astronaut
Digital readout stop for a whiskey and cola placade the ship a garage get drunk
Plan is we show the radius ROAD, IS OVERRANG FAM IS HOT THERE THE INDUCER WE ROCKET IT
A poodle coming up for us, let it he enjoy the anti darkness matter
Weep itblane I courage you ask is the millgrind it cannot be awesome ere eat the morsel
While wwe figure out what to do with you, blame us is the tyrant toseie the stars had to takenhome
We pass passagewewayintotimme,wesoughtyouwriteabook,beeristrinketstoomuch
Wearguewewishdesignoneofthesewewish,wecoolthe fans in seawaterhadtocooperate
Weusedthe localindians we ask not bugger hitarockthegentilesa llofmeat a time
Reed vavle we argue we dried the ship out as the strategicaircommand laughed we waved another missile
We are in spacetime 60,ooo ligh years needs make you pass o’ home Beatrice ray gun hey
Oddra was a little birdie who was locked in her gold guilt cage.
On the eve of her destruction she was too quick in throwing down her page.
Serendipity had led her to the most wonderful birdie carnival in town.
Little then, did any know, that soon would come WWE, Smack Down.
She spread her wings and danced and sang and flitted all about.
The she started out and shared a bit….OK…she shared a lot!
She was in her groove! Or At least that’s what she thought.
This is when the lines got crossed, causing the great confusion.
That escalated to pointing fingers blame and accusation of delusion.
Unfortunately, her listening was selective. So this is all she heard,
whispers, “What kind of bird is that, a loon, a coo-coo bird?”
“She looks a little parroty to me”. Writing on the wall read, “sitting duck”
Unwittingly she’d stepped on toes, as misconceptions flowed both ways.
She had no idea that some had known her from before, in better days.
She did not hear nor see them. Did not hear them rapping at her door.
The kept reaching out a hand to say hello. She appeared to just ignore.
Who’d be talking to her there? She’d never been there before.
She completely missed her half of her poor friend’s ironic one way conversation.
She shared again, totally unrelated, that fit in perfect context as brutal provocation.
After this, the demarcation line of friend and foe becomes a little blurry.
Each perceived the others actions as offensive resulting in actions of fury.
Hold a pen in front of you, from end to end, creates a line.
But hold looking down its barrel and it’s circular in design.
Both are true, and also both are lies. In the end they’re both the same.
Is an Oddra not an Oddra even with a different name?
Here’s my stamp, Divine Design; classic, tragedy and comedy. That was the only
mask.
Oddra, cursed the circled ones. The lines, drawn in the sand, doomed her as their
task.
The lines devised a brilliant plan: having placed some peas around a hole they’d
made in some ice,
“Apocapus”, as she’d been dubbed, “She has to pee sometime, When she comes up
to take a pea
we’ll kick her in the ice hole.”
There it is my friends. Oddra was Slammed dunked!!
This is just tale. I to this I will fully digress, I am a very Odd Duck!!!
There were those too, caught in the middle, undeserved bad luck!!
when darkness falls and time stands still
when all else fails and your nan falls ill
when flames of war polute the atmosphere
when you cannot take the alcohol
when you popped those pills and cant ask for more
when punk music is all you hear
when table turn and salutes your fears
spider monkeys in the winter breeze
politians slinging lies and sleeze
the ferrari in miami vice was a fake
and the sheep never jump over gates
when love is lost over trival things
when love is found we sing sing sing
if pain had a name it would be the pope
when you feel pummeled brain full of dope
when water dosent taste like it oughter
when canada has the bomb and you had your car key all along
when children cry its santa claws
and when its too cold to stay indoors
spider monkeys in the winter breeze
politians slinging lies and sleeze
the ferrari in miami vice was a fake
and the sheep never jump over gates
when love is lost over trival things
when love is found we sing sing sing
when the bbc ruled the world
when a free mans voice could not be herd
when wwe was real not scripted
when the di vinci code was not decrypted
when lara croft knocked at my door
and i would never have to hoover the floor
then i awake from this terible dream
and there you are
I had a date (not a great date but a date)! Could our covid nightmare be ending?
An actual one-on-one date - can you imagine? It was with Noud, a university student (from Holland) I met a couple of weeks ago.
Noud, to be accurate, is a man. He’s 22 and I’m 17 (18 in 3 months). My mom was skeptical but we’ve been around Noud and he seemed pretty nice. It wasn’t like I was infatuated with him, this was a practice date.
I hadn’t been on many one-on-one dates before this (5). I was thinking my 17th year was gonna be a breakout year for dating - but NOT. The over-a-year pandemic lock-down put an end to that.
Anyway, here’s a date tip for older guys: if you’re sincere about something - say “sustainability” - don’t talk about it at dinner - all dinner. In fact, if you’re an intense, serious person - on any subject - take that secret to your grave.
We had dinner - that we picked up and picnicked with. After dinner, things went all WWE. Once we were back in his car, it was as if I became a birthday present he’d been waiting months to open. He pressed in like that was an established, almost impersonal fact.
For someone claiming to be interested in “sustainability”, he moved to the chest massage - skirt-search portion of the festivities pretty quickly. and that didn’t really work for me.
At one point, wrestling in his tiny electric car - which pitched like a rowboat in an angry sea - I felt his tongue in my eyebrows… yeah, my eyebrows.
“What are you DOING?”, I asked, digging my heals into the floorboard to gain enough leverage to push him away and wiping my face with my sleeve.
“You taste good,” he said (hear it with a slight Arnold Schwarzenegger accent).
“I’m NOT a gelato,” I complained, while maintaining a stiff-arm.
Hey, it was a long lock-down year - we’ve all missed dating, we’re all out of practice and maybe some are trying too hard - I get that.
This isn’t a “metoo” story - Noud took “no” for “NO” once I went to my big, “dog command voice,” but *sigh* Noud will NOT be getting a rematch.