Sweet tea and tongues spill the cream.
Loose lips chew ice cubes and a story,
twisting it slightly to fire up a regime.
Unsettling words come out in a stream
becoming more and more accusatory.
Sweet tea and tongues spill the cream.
Getting jollies while cooking a scheme
they sell something as simple as glory.
Twisting it slightly to fire up a regime.
Reprehensible behavior to redeem?
Nope. It never fits into that category.
Sweet tea and tongues spill the cream.
Add sugar leave out a clear cut theme,
providing clarity is never mandatory.
Twisting it slightly to fire up a regime.
Bored so they want to blow off steam.
All of the dialog? I've taken inventory.
Sweet tea and tongues spill the cream,
twisting it slightly to fire up a regime.
Time is free,
Most waste it away.
Unaware of it,
All night and all day.
Time is valuable, we treat it
like it's worthless.
As you age,
Time, I wish I could purchase.
Time passes slowly,
But it goes by really fast.
The older you become the
More you live in the past.
Time can linger in the moments,
Gone the next.
It can bring enlightenment or
Leave you a nervous wreck.
Time is a special gift, yet we
Take it for granted.
It can whisk you off
To the land of enchanted.
Time can pass you by, but you
Can't change it.
There are times you will
Try to rearrange it.
Time can bring many memories,
Yet, it allows a bad dream.
It can be an ally, or let
You blow off steam.
Time can be an enemy
Or a friend.
It can hold you back or,
Smack you on the rear-end.
Time is constant,
It never sleeps.
It can calm you,
And give you the creeps.
Time that is lost,
Can never be found.
Always present and
Eternity bound.
Turbo1904?
The wind sings
A melody that
No instrument can
Master
The twists and turns
Of the breeze,
Stronger and weaker
Endless whistling
Against your houses
Crevices
Is it singing to something?
Trying to match the birds
Chirping In the morning?
Or is it just screaming
At a reason
To blow someone away
Scare the dogs
Hush the quiet
Is it a sign to cool off?
To blow off steam?
Is a storm closing in?
I try to sing along
But the pitch is unimaginably
Hard to manage
Instead I just listen
As the wind sings
Thanks to you all for letting me blow off steam
I understand what you all mean
It’s good however to get if off my chest
And let the demons have a rest
I have no talent nor a sonnet
but please don't give me the bullet
Not yet anyway as I am still trying
I hope you are not all crying
Practice makes perfect so they say
Perfect I am not yet nor for many days
No talent me, but I try
I hope I don't make you cry
DAMO
“GO BLUE!” I hear the crowd scream,
the fans all get excited and blow off steam-
University of Michigan rocks college football,
as the Wolverines prevail and Ohio State falls.
Maize and Blue with Michael Jordan jumpman,
jerseys to die for, everyone dressed in the stands-
A touchdown is scored and the crowd exclaims,
“HAIL TO THE VICTORS! Tom Brady in Hall of Fame.
I grew up in a family where you must marry a fan,
so, I married my Nicholas, he loved me for who I am-
We have season tickets in a Big House suite-
to the Michigan Wolverines, you can’t even compete!
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May 19, 2017
"The Unanswerable"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Excuse me, but do you have the time
How can I verify the truth of your mind
Where did it all begin
How long does it take to become a friend
Why do I have no control of my dreams
Why do some act like only they can blow off steam
How long is pain there before we understand it hurts
How many tests does it take before we realize it works
What level must emotion reach before the first tear drops
Who among us has the knowledge of when Love starts and when it stops
How much opinion was in the very first fact
If you were really me, just how different could you truly act
Which is stronger, a day or a week
If we are all human, can any really be unique
How much of a push is considered to be a shove
And how much fool does it take to blind one from Love
Just food for thought.....
Every single time we fight, the honesty seems to kill him,
He would rather turn his back to it than to humbly admit them,
He will search up every justifiable cause to make him look like the victim,
And then takes absolutely no responsibility for his actions when they hit him,
When out of love the truth comes out, he points his finger to blame,
As if I stole something precious to him, but he forgets he gave it away,
And then I sit and ponder, why in the world he would give his heart to me,
If when every time I tell him the truth to protect him, than I'm the enemy,
Can't he see what it is he's doing as he throws this love away,
And yet every time he's down in the dumps, he comes back to me again,
And every time he ventures back and wants an honest opinion,
I pray God gives me the words to say with an open heart and a ton of patience,
He's got a hot headed temper that drives me up The wall,
But I love him so much, I let him blow off steam, and wait for him to get calm,
I can stare straight into his eyes and say I love you any way,
Sometimes he even gets mad at me when I remain calm, but my love for him will never change.
As a child I was taught to share,
Not to talk back, be polite, don't stare,
Limited to what I was permitted to see,
No radio music, no movies rated beyond pg 13,
We prayed every night before we went to sleep,
And before every meal when we sat down to eat,
We had chores every morning before we went off to school,
There was no getting paid for it, it was just something you do,
If you said a bad word, you got .your mouth washed out with soap,
Pamolive was my best friend, don't you know,
If you got caught lying or being sneaky,
You had better believe you were getting a beating,
And if you didn't have anything nice or respectful to say,
You were to turn your head and walk away,
There was no way to blow off steam,
Your family knew everything!,
And when I look back now, I can say that I'm thankful,
For these are the things that made me accountable.
Take Another Stroll
For you to read like my poems to appear
But ones for fools will never find here
Mind have meaning and are always full of
Adoration and compliments with much love.
Nature of mine is so easy to find
As well as appearance of peace of mind;
There may be people under duress
Who blow off steam that releases stress.
Humor seems to have a home of its own
And never likes standing there all alone;
What I would like of course with his consent
Is read a poem of mine to the President.
Before Congress present my poem as a prayer
And in church sermons by ministers everywhere
What they said was all properly prepared
Showing how for us God has always cared.
In a library, my poems I will start to read
Filing ears of many and planting a seed
To grow grain for cereal in my bowl
Write poems then on beach take another stroll.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
www.story-telling-around-the-world.com
It's in my sanctuary where I write
Deep inside the walls of my mind
It's the only place I can find that's still filled with light
Not clouded by dark thoughts, nah, I'm leaving those behind
It's in my sanctuary where I can think in peace
Where I can blow off steam and just release
It's where my suffering ends and I start to feel good again
In my sanctuary is the one place I no longer feel the pain
It's in my sanctuary where I avoid the human race
And I can move at a more comfortable pace
It's where I can relax and just not care
It's a place where entering should be a dare
It's in my sanctuary where I like to spend my time
'Cause in there nothing costs even a dime
It's all in my head
But hey, at least I'm not dead
it was the root
to toot
blow off steam
it was my music dream
it don't stop
now its hip hop
thats part of the soul lot
its a black thing cure pain
am told
POP HIP AND SOUL IS GOLD
farewell to the sun as it sets to the west
the evening brings peaceful shade
so long to you girl, i wish you the best
always remember the love we made
farewell to my mind, its lost and blank
the stress has wiped it clean
so long to those who i should thank
and allow them time to blow off steam
i leave today to never return
from this i cant turn back
i take with me the things I've learned
death only takes me, not what i pack
A Poet sits in a chair..
Not sleeping, lost in a stare..
Wonders where next line will come..
A task not easy or filled with fun..
Dribble drable will the readers take..
Or perhaps label this poet a fake..
Maybe a line may take off and scream..
Or just a mans way to blow off steam..
No more to write, the cap is on the pen..
Now just copy and paste and submit to send..
A comment or two may just make my day..
For all at Soup enjoy my say..
"Set To Sea"
No more rain that taste like tears...
Took my sorrows that I buried in years...
Placed them in a bottle and sent them to sea...
Hoping the tide will carry them far away from me...
Maybe to an island where other bottles hold the same..
A place where pain and sorrow is never a game...
Now the rain is just a cool reminder of a different time...
A refreshing drop of water that tastes only of happy signs.
So let it rain, I will lay under it and let it awake and inspire me...
So I can write and play and never dread the rain and thank the sea...
A little more insight to how I love and how I blow off steam....
I play with words and love others to read and follow my dreams...
by Michael J Falotico
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