Early in a damp woodsman's camp
seeing sawyers from a logging town
to stop the conversation bogging down
as asked my age among other things
I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,'
then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed
made a bee-line through the trees
so as not to lose my noggin
when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe
I ducked and dodged his mighty swing
which (in a nonce) saved my bacon (and my bonce)
and them's the actual facts
Categories:
bogging, fun, humor, humorous, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
wind dry
in the sun
clothesline magic
pinned in happy delight
fresh smell
wet blouse
waves gaily
clothesline magic
brave flipping and flopping
wind blown
denium
Heavy jeans
extra pinning
bogging down the wire
bending
clothes line
nostalgia
backyard neighbor
moms pinning together
60’s
Categories:
bogging, nostalgia,
Form: Cinqku
LUNAMOPOLIS:
Lunamopolis-
Crazytown, wierdsville
City of the covered sun.
Feeling left under the ashes of the
Human last, rotten, lost hope.
Cinders blowing and swirling around my thoughts
Chaos, chaotic triviality known to most
But imagined in the being of the nobody.
So many sheep unbeknownst to the rest
Of the sheep feeding their material, spiritual
And animalistic desire.
Who finds the over served, by ones
Left rotten decay from their own will.
Thought we could be friends for friendship sake
Outwardly reach, total reflection
I cannot look into my mediocre life.
I need my mirror to look into
A persons eyes and see myself
Not that hollow black shell, sound bogging
Dreaming of walking in hand to
Only find your sweaty palm
Your hand that slipped mine.
I could have held out forever.
Your hopes, dreams and faith
It does not, I've given up.
But ever never fighting
And holding on tighter.
You know though through it all
I could be the one to make you
Hold fast and never let go.
Realistically no one holds out forever.
©dedhedpoet 2015
Categories:
bogging, introspection, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Politics is a dirty game,
So indeed is religion –
One screws with your mind,
The other with your soul;
One promises heaven on earth,
The other, heaven after death.
Trust not these savvy advocates –
Politicians, priests, mullahs, imams,
These breeders of
the ghosts and the goblins,
These keepers of
the deities and the demons,
These self-styled ‘well-wishers’
of your body and soul.
Like leeches they’ll
latch onto your fears
and to your gullibility,
Until they have sucked
you dry of your free will,
Your aspirations,
Your wealth.
Oh, what not they’ll do
to restrain your free spirit,
Bogging you down with
fears, guilt and penance.
Seen openly are
their murky minds,
Seen openly are
their shallow ideals,
Seen openly are
their cheating hearts;
They tout love, freedom, peace
wherever they go,
Yet spawn nothing but
hatred, violence, misery.
One is politically religious,
The other, religiously political!
Categories:
bogging, political, religious,
Form: Free verse
Winders protection racquet?
DODGE COOKIES USE CNTRL SHIFT N....INCOGNITO BROWSING
Yes winders bloody winders,
The bastard’s bogging up today,
And the cookies bloody cookies ,
Are a loaded, loaded hey,
So you clear out the cookies
Keep the passwords dumble dumb,
Or programs will krapp about all over,
Wheres me password, grumble bum???
And they are selling you protection,
From the vicious scum sucking scum,
Written by the virus protector,
A protection racket mum,
Lots of money in it some?
Should we go get-um friggin Linux,
Not much virus work for some,
Is it any less frustrating chuckle dux,
For the idiot my chum ….
Add to it hey
Don Johnson
Categories:
bogging, addiction,
Form: Ballad
~Behind This Smile~
These vicious memories are bogging me down
Like the weight of the world
Is resting on my shoulders
But no one can tell
As I am so good at keeping
It all well hidden
~Behind This Smile~
Voices screaming at me that I don’t deserve to live
They even tell me ways to end it all
They are so loud I can’t hear myself think
Let alone carry on a conversation
Yet I keep it all
~Behind This Smile~
Inside I am crying, I feel like I am dying
I never let it be known
I keep myself closed in
~Behind This Smile~
It is hard to look in the mirror
I don’t like the person staring back at me
She is so very ugly, filthy and fat
Who is this tramp I see
Oh ya that is me
So I try to hide myself
~Behind This Smile~
I feel like I am falling apart
It is getting harder and harder
Each and every day
So Linda I beg of you not to look into my eyes
I know if you do you will see
All that I am trying to hide
Please don’t hug me unless you want for me
To fall apart
Because a storm is a brewing
~Behind This Smile~
By Jeanna York
Categories:
bogging, cry, death, depression, feelings,
Form: Lyric
Four season state
Humid with frozen
Organic and dairy
To moving forward
Cows and fraccing
Cheeses and metal
Cranberry bogging
Furniture vendors
Lumber years past
Nature its center
Those unmentioned
Always remembered
Any native spirit
Without exception
Packers call home
Barging on rivers
Schooling Badgers
Big river brother
Paper and welding
Milling and ships
One Midwest state
Wisconsin working
Categories:
bogging, places,
Form: Rhyme
Would I look insane
If I took pictures in the rain?
My face would be…sponging wet
My camera would be slippery I bet
Would I be in danger
If I took photos of a passerby and a stranger?
My reputation would probably be out of shape
My own skin would turn a odd shade…just like the clouds—covered by a foggy cape
It would be a whole new adventure
If I drive that damp road of cement…what would occur?
My uncertainty leads to a mysterious freeway…we are all along for the ride
We’ll still be together like some married couple—well, I’ll always stay by their side
Would we be in danger
If I took photos of this horrifying recollection?
Will it drive my dad to anger?
My safety is hanging on its last seat belt; I’ll never forget this risky exploration
Would I be the one to blame
If I took pictures of the rain’s appalling flame?
My face is showered with bogging rain and blurred fog
My curiosity increases the rainstorm and I flash the driver to create a direction’s clog
Categories:
bogging, adventure, family, father, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Okra grows as tall as me
It is sticky with an itchiness I see
My toes are bogging down in mud
Oh that is not mud
I see an old rotten canteloupe
With seeds on my toes
Okra is as long as a ruler
Categories:
bogging, food, funny
Form: Light Verse
Life is like a four wheel drive
Mud and sand and things bogging you down
Kick it to low and take your time to strive
Than put it in over drive to go to town
Hills and rocks blocking your path way
Just take it slow Wont bottom out
Your looking for a better day
don't waste your time to shout
Just kick in four wheel drive
And keep up your chin
Thats when you feel alive
And you cant wait to take the rough road again
Categories:
bogging, adventure, allegory, imagination, life,
Form: Free verse
Deep contemplation bogging down my mind,
Voices swimming, grabbing at my thought,
pulling at my very soul.
Making me pass judgements.
Making me push things away.
Questioning my very existence.
Wondering about my very being.
Can't take chances.
Can't take risks.
Looking too deep into too many things.
What if's weighing heavy on my mind,
Weighing down my heart.
Having to turn off emotions,
to keep from being hurt and face feeling.
What if's messing everything up.
Battling inside to turn it all off-
Don't want to question things
Don't want to pass judgements.
What if's raging through my life.
Pain and sorrow in its wake.
A new day will be dawning soon.
Categories:
bogging, angst, time, me,
Form: Blank verse