what’s the bloodiest, the goriest
it’s what they’re really hoping for
but bread and butter routine falls
uninjured, aging vulnerables
just needing putting back to bed
or in their chair, their blanket days
with smiles as they’re left alone
strong but crying inwardly
the cold and lonely prison home
we drive away hoping that
someone will check up on them
and after shift when we’re in bed
thinking are they still there sat
where we left them hours past
have they eaten, have they ‘been’
that’s the toughness no-one sees
or wants to hear or gives a damn
or interested when they ask
what’s the worst call that you had
No arrests have been made yet,
but an investigation and manhunt for the suspects are underway,” says police spokesperson
Col Mavela Masondo in a statement.
The family of the deceased was in Cape Town
when they tried to contact him but he could not be reached, a family friend went to check up on Gordin.“Upon arrival, she found the back door of the main house locked and the key of the door was in the lock on the outside, she entered the house and discovered that it was ransacked,” journalist was already dead with multiple injuries.A television and Gordin’s car were stolen.
I have two
One is my crazy gal
One is my friend from elementary
My crazy gal is my rock
She is silly and weird
And my favorite
She helps me when i need help
I always am there for her
We will be best friends forever!
My bestie from elementary
I see her when I can
And I try my best to check up on her
It's hard when there's obstacles in the way.
But I love her to pieces.
These are my best friends in the world
This night match was between
EGO and ELITE;
INFLUENCE and AFFLUENCE,
TEEM and TEAM.
Like you know it happened.
May be you don't believe it;
No much treat though, much heat
As hissing sounds turned up into peaceful turbulence.
Bayern Munich, calm down!
It hasn't been up to this.
Barcelona lives matter!
Check on a hardened fan.
Save a live, save many more.
Doing it in turns will be great.
As you check up on one;
And I check up on another,
We have wonder to spread
With the little touch of care
To bring dulling cheers out of ban
But the truth must be told...
Barcelona shocked me o!
E shocked meeeeeeeeeee
Beyond having mercy,
Bayern hacked Messi:
His legs aren't different,
Holding logistics are dejected.
Where dedication is highly spirited.
Wow! Danger is honored strategically.
What a bombshell!
Oooooin, you did well.
Been two years though
Okay, so Mom got me my own smart-phone,
now I can have fun when I’m home alone.
I can see the addiction to this thing,
I can finally buy myself some bling.
Oh wait, a text from Fluffy-Bell,
Tuesday’s play-date went really well.
“Girl, check out the new food site,
that tuna’s got sauce with every bite!
Oh hey, wait, I’m get’in a text,
yeah, it’s from that smexy tabby, Rex.
Ooh, ooh, he wants a play-date, too,
oh geez, what am I going to do?
Got to go girl and get some bling,
afterwards I’ll give you a ring.
I can’t let him see me in this old collar,
I don’t want him thinking I live in squalor.
Here’s one, it’s full of pink rhinestones,
I’m going to order it on my new smart-phone.
Oh wait, I can't find Mom’s credit card,
you know, web shopping’s awfully hard.
Now I’ll have to manipulate Mom;
bookmarking this site, I’ll leave my phone on.
She’ll check up on me and see what I want,
then, I’ll get a new collar to flaunt.
Yeah girl, it really does work,
Mom worships me, she’s no jerk.
I’m her “widdle-purrrdy-girl”,
I’m her BFF in this world!
Personification - Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Constance La France
6-5-2022
I promise not to take the Mickey as far as I know
After all you maybe a John or Jane Doe
Of course you could be Uncle Sam in the USA
Possibly John Bull living here in the UK
Bob's your uncle if I took the Mickey out of you
Going even Steven would certainly not be true
Peeping Toms would check up on me
Robbing Peter to pay Paul as you can see
All this poetry work makes Jack a dull boy
Never take the Mickey its for you to enjoy
Read it and you will have the life of Riley
I guarantee a tear and perhaps even a smiley
Who is Not the Liar
By Franklin Price
1/17/2016
Who is not the liar
It's really hard to tell
When it comes to politicians
You should really know them well
Their first and main intention
Is to get your valued vote
If they have to lie to do it
It is not a thing of note
They're kind of like the internet
Because they said it, it is true
You better check up on it
It's the least that you should do
Don't vote and follow blindly
Don't just go with party lines
Evaluate the candidates
To see what's on their minds
And when your own position
Is as theirs that you perceive
Then look closely at their record
To see if that's what they believe
As I said at the beginning
If there's truth it's hard to tell
If they believe it, can they do it?
If they can it would be swell
But definitions of positions
For which politicians run
Make comments often meaningless
To get your votes and just for fun
When making your decisions
Taking votes down from the shelves
Cast for ones who think somewhat of you
And a little less about themselves
I went down this road so many times
I have danced with Death for way too long
It's a matter of time until I run out of chances
And he takes me on his own
Every time I try I regret it
Every time I fight hard enough just to make it back in the nick of time
Then I tell myself it'll never happen again
But he knows it's a lie deep within
I've done this so many times
He seems to check up on me once a year
For the last five
He could have me by the touch of a finger
But the doctors or fear bring me back
Before he can touch me
It's the sixth year now
And I called him again
He says he's tired of my games
But I'm serious this time
I want this pain to end
So he goes to touch me one more time
There were no doctors
And there were no fights
He touched me with one finger and took my life
Have you ever felt so alone
Even though you’re surrounded by many friends?
You’re the glue that holds them all together,
Yet it feels like you’re an outcast in the end.
You’re the one they can confide in,
the one that keeps them going strong.
The shoulder that they can lean on,
that prevents them from falling down.
And yet how ironic is this life,
that even with all these friends around,
You’re the one left feeling alone.
Putting on a show just like a clown.
You’re the one always checking up on them
as you sense when they are sad.
Reminding them you’re always here
And life ain’t all that bad.
Yet no one ever notices,
when you’re feeling really down.
No one’s there to check up on you
to change that frown around.
No one knows that deep inside
you’re slowly falling apart.
While secretly wishing
someone will notice your bleeding heart.
Been strong is difficult sometimes,
You have to pick yourself up on your own.
Your battle scars are hidden
And very rarely shown.
Have you ever felt so alone
Even though you’re surrounded by many friends
Have you ever felt like you dont fit in
time and time again…
You say you hate me,
You say you want me to pass away,
But why stalk me each day?
Check up on me,
To see what I'm doing,
Usually hate means,
You want to stay away,
But in this cause,
I think your lying,
And you just don't want the truth to be known.
Sittin here thinking of the life long trial I tried so hard to be apart of something in your life
the more Im thinking Im realizing that everything is all regrets... I cant believe things
turned out this way, now your speechless with nothing to say. I loved you so much and I
even showed you this, but in return all I got from this was a bunch of emptiness...
you cant make up for lost times nor can you turn back the hands of time....
but if you were down to one minute left before your last breath, Im curious if I would even
cross your mind before your death...
you going around telling everybody that you are real but what about the times when my
heart was ill?...
you didnt even pick up the phone to check up on me to see how i feel...
you can dismiss yourself out of my life with that fakeness cause how I am living is real
you can even stop calling me your sister or your homie cause when I look at you I will just
shake my head and say I cant believe you turnt out to be so phony.
You never check up on me like you used to
Why don't you try to get me to chase you?
I'd pay attention if you wanted me to
It's been over, we know so well
But these games we played together were all I had
You were all I've ever had
Do you think of me after all this time that's passed?
Some nights I'm fine and you don't run through me
Some weeks you're the only thing in here
Then I remember how you spoke of her
And in your eyes I blindly saw your old love
Stuck in there, stuck inside there, got me stuck
Just some false hope lingering inside
Impossible to blank out this old story
Beyond the bounds, beyond the bounds
Oh, memories
Some of you, I train to remember
Some of you, I've dared to forget
Stay left behind
And never check up on me
Memories
There you are again
Running into you makes the pain leave
Your absence was another reminder
Oh remember
When you leave, I am just saddened
When you leave, I am blue all over again
Stay away from me
Remembering
Living with the loss of you
Means more to me
Than reuniting
You gave us free will
But why nuclear devices?
Do you play games with our lives?
A score of one million to nil!!
Man we're up the creak
And we're not collecting spices
The media's killed the flavour
And here come the chopping knives.
What is our potential for the near future?
No one seems to care, is our time nearly up?
I don't think you have the bottle to be so abrupt!
Many of your representatives appear all too corrupt,
While you what, check up on our graces?
Why are we so dumb and ignorant and hung up on races?
Killing for oil and territorial spaces, while we're hypnotised
By what, white teeth on their evil smiling faces?
Do you take pride in what you have created?
We’re so grateful; your teachings are sidelined,
While the horned goat is consecrated,
They have young children idly worshiping the antithesis of 999,
So my one real question to you, my source...
Do you not feel that the evil must be purged...berated
Back into chaos, obscurity
Expelled by the light of divinity
A place for creativity to flourish, our children to be nourished?
Because into oblivion I sink...I see no serenity.
As I open MYSPACE
A logon is what it requests.
I can’t remember, UPPER or lower case
There, I believe that’s it, WHAT, I attest.
OH come on I know that is it, I protest.
OK, maybe I should have added that space.
Its loading…WAIT...WAIT…working at a snails pace…
Almost….WAIT…Finally, a friendly face.
NOW Write it down, so you don’t forget.
Are you kidding me?
I’ve been robbed. It’s empty, BUT WHY!
How in the heck can this be?
I really need to check up on this.
On the phone I GO….I’ll at least TRY!
BUSY….OMG, there’s got to be a better way!
Got to be a quicker way to see who has blown me a kiss.
OK…settle down…I know it was there the other day.
THINK……deeper…deeper…that’s it
DAMN……I forgot to hit transmit.
NOW…Settle down and smile…
Cause I’m writing my style.
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