sent forth from Church's
in America
to medicate Jesus Christs Sins
Buyor's or Sellor's of Contemptuous
Days, a pawn, a brillo saint
from vaccinations conundrum
Persevered by rogues of sugar
cubes
tap water to vampire
…an extra worker short
….Twitter
…iPhone child labour lawyer
…booking a meet and greet at a school for the dumb deaf and blind children for Prince Andrew…symbol would be spinning in his grave
…Brillo pad toilet paper
…politicians (people who avoid answers as a job)
…waterproof tea bags
…a kick in the teeth
…tickets for the Titanic’s second voyage
…cold caller for an under takers
…is this line written in code
…Pre dick five tetx
..a Swiss Army knife in nuclear fallout
…the reign of Charles (you might think too soon but his brother is still free)so basically em
…thaw setting on a radiator
…the word xylophone
…moon glasses
This isn’t mine but I had to share
….Anne Franks drum kit
…dissolving condom
…PlayStation controller on a submarine
..ejection seat on helicopter
…trying
…life
You may need to read the title again
Our affair turned into a peccadillo
three feet eight with hair of brillo
Up the Staircase
?
Your feet reluctantly begin
to climb the broken, filthy stairs,
in this hell-hole of outcast ones,
without someone who even cares.
Stairs stink of urine and feces.
They reek of cooking cheap fast food.
You know when you get to the top,
you won’t find one thing that is good.
Women who sell themselves for food,
or a bottle; a hit of dope.
Uncombed hair, dirty nails lined black,
no pride or the least bit of hope.
Here live the cowboys who let men
ride them so they can pay the rent.
Some sweaty man who stinks of filth,
that a pimp on a corner sent.
A saggy mattress with roaches
and mouse-holes, a yellow pillow
stiff with things you do not want to
know, sheets as rough as old Brillo.
Here they live and here they all die,
unremembered, unrepentant.
Potter’s field is the next stop, but it
at least has no outrageous rent.
have you ever
woken up
watching
poor no
the
GOOD morning
where rise and
shine can be
defined by
saying
that the sun
erected at
seven ei
ghteen
and
stayed that
way until a
hairy brillo
cloud but
softer
covered it
and made
rain come
up or at
least
down but now
it sounds that
the sun with
out thinking
is already
sinking or at
most thinking
with no blood
rush to it's
head
veni vidi vici
and so doing
so goes back
to the ball and
refuses to
dance
I held a grudge 'til four o'clock
And then I watched TV.
Remembered it at nine.
It very much hurt me.
Took grudge to bed and nurtured it.
Next to my favorite pajamas and pillow.
Added a bit of exasperation and sass to it.
Bigger now, it scratches me rough like brillo.
Took it out and shook it every hour.
Woke up in a terrible bad mood.
Sad I had allowed it all this power.
Glad I fed it no food.
Miss Bee has a horsey face and looks truly old.
Miss Bee was weird and tall, and sounded truly bold.
I saw her and was instantly and utterly put off.
Her voice was scratchy, like a worn-out brillo cough.
But soon her love for science and her enthusiasm
For it , Miss Bee began to teach.
Concepts unheard of pre-Miss-Bee were now
Within my twelve-year-old avid mind and reach.
Miss Bee did not rely on a lazy teacher’s boring text,
She taught us terrific stories, the best one always the next,
As facts and “ologies” around me were delightfully hurled,
Miss Bee opened me up to a magical scientific whole new world!
Reality sucks, right, that's why you get stoned
Yeah, man, reality bites the big one.
They're bombing and blowing each othe up overseas--
Now they've hit our continent with their insanity
Definitley sucks-take another hit off that bong.
Reality suck, that's why you drink-
Gotta escape reality before you go insane.
Serial killers, rapists, pedophiles (have a quick swig)
Corrupt governments, televangelists, corporataions-
It's a bummer alright-pop the tab on that beer.
Reality sucks, yeah, that's why you smoke crack
You find that sense of peace-reality fades.
Police brutality, child abuse, medical malpractice;
What a drag-push that brillo again.
Reality is-when you're broke and need a toke
Reality is-when you stink cause you puked up your drink
Reality is when you're sacked and out of crack.
Doesn't reality suck
D H Loewen
Cool Moe B
Back in the day we used to pray
Others say it ought not be that way
Snake pit, lion's den you need someone to be your friend
Your a soldier in the army of God
Cool Moe B in the place to be
Rocking them rhymes in the land of glee
A city kid playing high on his grid
Shook the bananas pole with a tea leaf
Downtown hoods shooting dope in the back alley
Fixing with the switch homeboy got a nervous twitch
A beacon of honor in his high vested swag
Shooting pool in the patio needing a place to go
Smoking weed watch it bleed it will knock you to your knees
Brillo pads for fenders is it any wonder
The soldier in the middle playing second fiddle
Take me back to those good old days getting lost in a purple haze
Hoops dreams watch the bitches scream
Another dip of an ice cream flavor
A stereo or capper me and Eric B with a nice full plate of fish
Sorry that I missed burning this switch as we go free style
VELA (Candle)
by Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser siempre parte de ti.
Por toda la eternidad,
y as¡ ha sido y ser siempre,
y cuando deje este mundo,
aquello vendr conmigo
en la luz de una vela.
Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche,
y de la oscuridad a la luz,
ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga.
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti
como una c lida brisa de verano
entre los rboles para ti.
En el brillo de una vela,
todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser
por toda la eternidad,
tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre.
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Traducci¢n: Emilio J. Saavedra M.
Please Officer, Mr. Clean is not like that,
though will admit that we had a little spat.
I used Pine Sol, and he wasn’t really happy,
but assure you that it never made him slappy.
Little Joy was there and Dawn saw it all,
I swear I never used any of the old Lysol,
Brillo in my hand and dab of OxiClean,
I’ll admit that once I turned to Mr. Sheen.
Okay, all right! I’ve cheated other times,
it is hard to write all these dirty rhymes,
I loved Borax and was a real big fan,
Did ménage a tois with spicy Spic & Span,
Slept with Comet, but he wasn’t really bright,
that didn’t help when we got into this fight,
and know that once I really made him boil,
when he found out about Mr. Murphy’s Oil.
But it's such a mess and I needed extra lift,
it never should have been such a kitchen tiff,
news of my betrayal really made him stammer,
When he heard of Ajax, brought Arm & Hammer,
But love him so, locking him up is not my wish,
and don’t want to be left with only this Vanish.
As I walk these streets of sadness
Everywhere désolation and madness
Bars that keep the crazy out
And like a jail people cry and shout
Please set me free from poverty
And let me know serenity
Yet still they walk with smileless
faces
Living in such desolate places
Landfills where they shouldnt be
A life that seems pure misery
It seems the only break they find
Is alcohol that numbs their mind
Where such diverse cultures mingle
Youd think youd see more than brillo
and needles
Bums and dealers walk the night
Many races pick pointless fights
I look around and see walking dead
With fear ringing throughout their
head
Life here is not as i expected
Havannahs streets just plain
neglected
I thought theyd all be happy to be
free
Not fighting and hating so
prejudicely
I thought in Miami theyd welcome
me
Instead its like I have HIV
And as this gloom settles around
You can almost here an eerie sound
Of tears and pain that calls to me
To hang my head in utter misery
And I know that i can no longer be
Living muserably in Floridaas Miami.
Wie junge Liebe / Like young Love / Como joven amor
Bunte Freuden im Frühling
Wildblumen und frisches Gras
Sie übertreffen sich im Leuchten
Wie junge Liebe
Colorful delights in spring
Wild flowers and fresh grass
They surpass in brilliance
As a young love does
Colorido delicias de primavera
Flores silvestres y hierba fresca
Ellos superan en brillo
Como un amor nuevo
Ein junger Fuchs / A Young Fox / Un zorro joven
Ein Leuchten im Gras
Auf der Jagd in der Sonne
Ein junger Fuchs
A glow in the grass
On the hunt in the sunlight
Only a young fox
Brillo en la hierba
A caza en luz del sol
Un zorro joven
My wife said write a love poem
So that's what I will do
Someone said that roses are red
Or was it violets are blue?
Oh well, you understand my meaning
You know what I'm trying to say
Your eyes are like a pickled beet
So stop looking at me that way
Your kiss is like a bathroom plunger
Each time you suck my face
Your smile looks like a circus clown
That came from outer space
Your breath smells like an armpit
That brings me to my knees
Your hair is like a brillo pad
As stiff as a summer breeze
Your voice is like a banshee in heat
My wife say's, "That's Enough!!!"
I tried to tell her I don't know how
To write this mushy stuff
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