Imagist poet
Prolific blogger
Father of footles
Contest creator
Emagi guru
Aural art form
‘As is moment’
“ichthyschiro”
YouTube poet
For he’s a
most jolly
good fellow
So say
all of
Us
Master
crafter
paper
later
compute
astute
website
ignite
laptop
giftshop
FedEx
success
jogger
blogger
clever
weber
keyboard
switchboard
email
voicemail
midnight
uptight
father
mother
good night
sleep tight
blanket
flank it
cover
lover
father
smarter
mainline
offline
loser
snoozer.
I could be a rainbow,
I could be a tree,
I could be a model come and look at me.
I could be a star burning bright,
I could be a dancer dancing through the night.
I could be hope,
I could be a Pope.
I could be lost,
I could be found,
I could be the owner of a royal crown.
I could be red,
I could be pink,
I could be a blogger so "press the link"
I could be a magician showing you a trick,
or I could be a rollercoaster so don't be sick.
I could be a teacher teaching you,
I could be a janitor cleaning the loo.
I could be an actor on a TV show,
Or I could be a calculator counting row by row.
I could be an author writing my next book,
or I could be a telescope so take a look.
I could be an astronaut meeting space,
Or I could be a sprinter winning the race
But what can I be?
I can be ME!
Gave lots of grog
to his dog. Now
he’ll blog on it!
Nov. 29, 2020
for the Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest of charles messina
SHE’LL BE RIGHT
In the merry old land of Oz*
They’ve the secret of happiness ‘cos
They’ve a theorem for plight
Makes them soar like a kite
It’s this motto - SHE’LL BE RIGHT!
King Henry at Agincourt Field
Had a talent with words he would wield
Might still inspire fight
Make his army ignite
With this one liner - Mates SHE’LL BE RIGHT!
Were Churchill from Wagga Wagga **
He’d have written it as a blogger
Blood and tears day and night
Facing Germany’s might
With - ‘No worries! SHE’LL BE RIGHT!’
Should there be a border breach
With a fight on Bondi Beach
Though an awful sight
And we’ve barbi tonight. ***
Just remember - SHE’LL BE RIGHT!
Despite peril and confusion
Don’t crack brains with irresolution
Master clear, and then cite
This affirmative bright
The sure postulate - SHE’LL BE RIGHT!
* Oz = Australia
** pronounced Wogga Wogga
*** barbi = barbecue
...
A one man blogger,
He writes on the jotter;
Looking like a king,
And also like the queen,
And never known to be
A he or a she;
Does not have the time
In focus, and, not my kind;
By me,
He chooses to be,
But in reality,
He is not next to me;
He feels like a bugger,
But, I knew him a joker.
The latest post was a pic with Fock You Haters
Of course it is towards me and there will be more later,
This blogger is trying to figure out what could be mean enough to get to me
Well just post something nice and nothing about thee,
I know it is hard to resist to want to blog about what you truly hate
Oh! I understand but, is it worth the mess it creates,
We all feel this passion to want to blog or post what we feel
And yes my poems do express what I feel and is real,
So try your best to not read my poems if you feel they are about you
And don't seek out my pages then your anger will not brew.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
the blogger
is the wretched chicken
laying an asteroid.
the city dweller
is the self identifying
contagious forlorn.
he strives
for the praise.
he strives
for a masterpiece.
he is
in fact
a ruffian.
the breasts
of equality
the jaw of
rebellion.
the revolutionary
spark plug.
the YES MAN!
in this world,
when you are left to the bone.
no one wants to hear your
********.
the bull*****baths
of selfless,
powerless,
diminishment
of a character.
they would always
rather have the hero.
the self rising dough.
the collegiate fortune hunter.
they say "JUMP!
misery will pull you down!"
way down.
the feel of a fine wine glass.
you hold its hollow delicateness.
the heart.
contract and expand.
up and down we go.
from filth to pristine sterility.
'tis better to have a hen tomorrow
than an egg today.
Welcome to the internet,
Where basic freedoms are embedded into the hard drives.
Where the memes help you through life.
Where Socially Awkward Penguin holds the door open too long, while Socially Awesome Penguin opens it for a lovely girl.
Where Scumbag Steve shows us the scumbag in all of us, and Good Guy Greg shows us our goodness.
The memes may describe the human actions, but not always the human thoughts.
Wordpress and blogger anger people, yet pushes them to protest.
Twitter, allowing little snippets from your brain escape, all in 140 characters or less of course.
Friendster, the hipsters’ domain of range.
Facebook being fought over by teenagers and adults since 2005.
YouTube, the keeper of memories, keeper of pain, keeper of anger, keeper of happiness, keeper of love.
Vevo, the music video enthusiasts’ devil, and God.
Welcome to the internet, It’s just a world fashioned by 0’s and 1’s that seems too real...
Alright so I know that this site is suppose to be all about poems. Well as much as I love writing poetry sometimes I like to just write about things on my mind. I also am aware that they have "blogger" sites, well I don't like those. I love this website simply because I know I can be myself and Know that people are going to be able to read and comment on how they feel or their suggestions to either a situation I am having or advice on something I need help on. So please just bare with me on this. It would be greatly appreciated, plus I still plan on doing poetry still too. Thank you for hearing me out. Have a wonderful day.
From my chair
Through the air
I want my info now
Truth or dare
I don’t care
Give me info now
Hip wired infolites
Something bout usage rights
Whereas my info wow
Flying flags ever knowing
Looking back never going
Here’s my info now
Meaning without content
Exists without it being sent
The contents meaning slowly dies
Contending feeds on sorefull eyes
Mercy typo pings brindle blogger
Immortal mention 2 NSA loggers
Wikimaster with google goggles
Seeks truthess acknak for boondoggle
Give me just a little push
My parental burning bush
Life lite the snippet deluxe
Youtube the world gone amuck
Swing the bat now! Against all life mishaps
Back taxes, bad weather and on line conflicts
Who is watching the footage?
Who’s keeping tags on all the poet and poetess?
The underground Poets /Poetess words flow freely
Creating images in the mind with ease;
Is that artful or delightful or what!
The mere thought of you swinging that hard bat;
Aiming at the world: Hard balls
We are the new revolution
the blogger, writers, poet and poetess
Swing low aim high. No time to hide
lets write!
my drug
my cure
temporary
----- pure
it's high
it lie
i'll die
i'll try
to taste
a glance
i'll chase
my chance
and live
my life
in grieve
enhance
www.thinktok.blogger.com
Dont grow too fast
my little girl
stay as it was
"Our" world’ s a twirl
Your little houses
and cooking games
those cute blouses…
Just stay the same…
Dont grow too fast
it’s not what you think
stay as it was
Yought is just a blink…
Your highschool club
and little pains
your first ever love…
Please just stay the same…
www.thinktok.blogger.com
sudden truth
of love unknown
my wasted youth
i have out grown
old and stupid
and in my silence
pity my cupid
for i no sense…
for i not say
what i must speak
for i not stay
with in her cheek
still d’same
and never grown
a boy in stain
a man not shown
www.thinktok.blogger.com
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