I don’t have time for this
These words
These endless words
Idle commuters
Waiting….impatiently
On the subway platform
Jostling for position
Hoping to get a seat
A gazing flash of light
These words
This compilation of compulsion’s creativity
Clamoring crazily
Challenging the implication
Of meter’s maniacal manipulations
Dancing on the head of a pen
Yet, I must choose
While listening to the chorus of
Pick me…pick me
And still … I listen to them
Weighing the worthiness of their weight
Knowing that they know their place
If I will but loosen my grasp
On the instrument
of our freedom
The sour with the sweet makes a good palate,
Aroma with the breeze has a dreamy fill great;
Odd with the even sounds might make a muse
While scattered colours in order, often do fuse
Thus forming the whole out of shards lost apart
And diffuse well on the cryptic imagination chart
All goodness may go ignored with full timidity
As aversion lets down the innate noble quiddity ;
Unless foiled by a vice that lends a salty contrast
Stangely,things warped are liked crazily too fast;
And a faultyoddity in an unfeigned just act or fact
Is often savoured and passed on with rich impact
Sheer, pristine things manifest though,are queried
And a dubious,sham,masked present is unparried
A flaw makes the good sufferer, to heights swell
While a virtue in an evil one casts no such spell
The domain of percepts is a mingled motley set
Perhaps picking the sorted and the lost ones yet
As much as I try to hide my feelings,
It keeps expressing embrace of efforts...
I need to wrap up in place cum dealings,
Not minding how crazily each treat hurts.
Well, for us it is just this one last time
Then I will see to how soon you could mime;
Reciprocating my love-
A way to treat me; belove
And not see my efforts for love: a crime.
Do not just promise,
Such could lead on animus;
Enlivened Thomas.
In one short day, the weather changed
From dark to bright and rearranged
Our attitudes and clothes we wear
To fit the hours, foul or fair.
It started out with quite a storm
But temps unusually warm,
As rain ran riot ‘cross the road
And lawns turned into puddle mode.
The winds whipped wildly; from each tree
The squirrels scampered crazily.
Umbrellas, often such a perk,
On days like this, don’t really work.
As hours passed by, with me inside,
The rain decided to subside
And then the wind slowed down, as well,
For good, as far as I could tell.
The sun peeked out, for just a while.
I got my walk in, with a smile,
But heading back, dark clouds appeared,
This fickle weather really weird.
And now tonight, some thunder struck
And raindrops we will have to duck.
Tomorrow, I can just surmise,
Will bring another new surprise.
Wonder why dearly creatives are really gruff
Ponder artists fright...why they're in a right huff
As if their plight wasn’t nearly hard enough
Now AI picks alright clearly nicks natives stuff
Copyright blight.. tight AI guys fight with trite guff
Won’t share …it’s unfair…don’t care..life’s tough
Your ”off the cuff”.. they lazily buff.. crazily turn to fluff
Like a stranger getting your lover or wife up the duff
Red hot bot rot danger is rife but still they will just bluff
Strife..this lot don’t give a jot ..another blot we must rebuff
Muster the puff to bust their bluster..off they trot..play rough
Stand tall..together they’ll fall..grab by their neck’s scruff
As sagacity…loquacity.. bodacity & veracity techs nab & snuff
Authentic becomes drab identikit wrecks..cultures these vultures scuff
These AI fingers lingers in everyone else’s pies…Nuff is a Nuff
Yep and I can hear in my ear.. dear old.. Brian Clough chuff
“That’s Bloody rubbish”
AI guys lies..snaffling then raffling is baffling…but surprise surprise in the buff…it’s total shruff!
The surgeon
had successfully removed his libido
and fed it to the hospital cat.
Corridors became whispering tubes
for I.V. drip pushing wanderers,
their pale bottoms peering out
like beluga whales through the cracks
of gaping gowns.
He dreamed often,
the drugs swiped his mind,
he was a screen, that with flickering ease
erased and replaced his life
with crazily narrated electric poetry,
a hypersonic buzz
that pretzelled his thoughts.
A nurse appeared to him between
the sensual waves that spayed across
his surgically mauled mortality.
She was erotically enhanced,
her trance-dance of sexuality
poured into his flaccid organs
like a shot of ice-cold Taquilla.
Once she spoke to him - just once.
Her words were umber honey
between his parted lips.
He struggled to understand.
Clarity came upon him -
"You're my libido."
He had forgotten about the cat!
She purred softly
as she adjusted his pillows.
Sometimes I miss you terribly
Because I love you crazily
But I do love you sensibly
So never be concerned by me
No crystal ball for us to see
To look ahead to what will be
But what I know intrinsically?
Inside an acorn lives a tree
I used to just paint and not worry about my dogs
Who were running crazily up and down our road
Because I thought it was a slow country lane
I had no idea until one of them dug under the neighbor’s fence
That this road is used by approximately nineteen trucks an hour.
Where are they going? This road leads to two dead ends.
I have no idea, but now that I know, my work is just beginning.
I have to figure out how to keep my dogs in a pen.
Two dogs who have been running loose all of their lives.
This has been a really difficult week for me.
Today it rained, and I thought maybe things would get worse.
They are about the same. How to keep them in?
It would help if the neighbors had spayed their female dog
She is over there wailing for her demon lover, and my dogs want to help.
Arose a feeling
Absolutely amusing
What a ecstacy!
Steady laughter
Everyone dancing crazily to the beat
It's party time
Partying until morning.
Racing on mind
Faces of different people
Dancing and smiling
Shouting aloud, singing along
As the DJ keep banging it
I'm the highest in the room
I got a blurry vision
So niggas and es got two faces.
It was Christmas eve
Christ the reason for the season
A new born king, love the message
As we creating beautiful memories
Happy, crazy and lovely memories.
Apes bounce crazily,
Daring elephants frolic,
Giraffes hilariously interact,
Juggling kangaroos leap,
Monkeys noisily orchestrate,
Penguins quietly race,
Snakes twirl under vines,
Wolves xerox yaks,
Zebras zigzag.
His dog stops often to sniff
the scuffed turf
of this recreation park.
It smells last Sunday's soccer game,
by tracing the sweaty play, the spots
where the spinning ball
slid crazily,
through layers of musky mud.
The man of course smells little of this,
he only smells the ethereal
trace of her memory,
her arms clasped around him,
when on this very field
they had to part.
Yet even here
in this rucked and rutted earth
like a dog he follows a certain scent
one that the dog never will.
romantic novel formula
explained in brevity
woman meets man
who hides his riches
they fall crazily in love
big misunderstanding
fight and miscommunication
the couple makes up
another romantic novel
You won’t believe how crazily I miss you
I couldn’t imagine you’d be out of touch
Days go twice longer than they used to do
In times when nothing has been changed that much
I am a fool to live so far, beyond the borders
Most frightening apprehentions fall on me
I plea our angels to take care upon us
To make you hear how it feels to wait for thee.
I could use a new prescription
To cure me from all the friction
That's been rubbing me so strong
It's been going on too long
I get chills each time your near
Not knowing if it's thrills or fear
I have never felt like this
A feeling that I must have missed
Getting just a little scared
My heart is thumping so weird
For the first time I must be
In love , it is crazily
Keeping me awake at night
Looking like a horrid sight
Raccoon eyes, hair a mess
I wouldn't ask for nothing less
I'm one of the lucky few
To know a love so pure and true
Your love is truly pure magic
My life used to be so tragic
Until the day cast a spell
Pulling me out of a hell
I've been living far too long
Your undoing all the wrong
Many years of bad luck brought
You must have mind read I sought
More fulfilling happiness
All my no's have turned to yes
From a magic hat you pulled
Me out of a boring dull
Life into a fantasy
That has left me crazily
Wanting more of your love tricks
That you stir up in a mix
Of fun laughter endless smiles
Liking your hypnotic styles
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