Midst of night
Sorrows cripes
Sober shouts are unheard and loud
Coldness surrounding me
From all sides oh my loud why
In the midst of night I am all alone
Even the lonely night cries with me
Telling so much lies
Even moon is sad
Sad and sorrowfully
Cries all in the night
My dolls dull and dirty
Are not alive and lively anymore
They are here with me
I miss them even more and more
My night is sad
In the midst of night
Categories:
cripes, 10th grade, art, blue,
Form: Free verse
GOIN’ NOWHERE FAST
At any rate
the traffic…
…”God, get that finger out of there”
….”cripes, she wiped it on the seat”
stalled….
…..”She’s puttin’ on eye make-up”
…”she could put her eye out”
stopped…
…..”He’s watchin’ a freakin’ movie”
idled….
…..”The dog’s on his lap”
What!!...
…..”some woman’s drying her nail polish”
…………..”One finger at a time’
Yeah….
…………”Same to you Lady”
Damn….
…..”I missed my exit”
1/24/2018
submitted to – AT ANY RATE, IT WILL BE FAST MOVING – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
Categories:
cripes, culture, people, travel,
Form: Free verse
It's in a turtle soup shop where I'm employed
It's my duty to cook vomit-inducing soup turtle
which no decent human palate could stand;
a horrid job and a salary which is even worse,
an insult to my brilliant overdeveloped mind;
Not to mention the iniquitous schedule,
though there's something much worse:
the appalling uniform which is an insult
to a nonfrivolous mind like mine;
and in no way instrumental in contributing
to social elegance but a pathological attack
on good taste and gumption!
a distorted regurgitation of undigested
food for thought!
A lavender cup with the grotesque company logo!
The unsightly checked fuchsia and gray pants!
And to top it all: a striped khaki and purple poncho!
My odious uniform! Imported from Togo!
A lovely idea had the company's honcho!
An idea that my Togolese friend rejects!
I hug him! I look up to him!
'Cause he abhors both poncho and honcho!
Cripes! Yikes!
Dinner's ready! Yucky turtle soup I shall regurgitate!
Categories:
cripes, absence, angst, bereavement, native
Form: Light Verse
Shiela ran off an im busted
Been there hard to bear,
colour gone, now black n white,
catch another horse ole mate,
saddle up an treat her right :{
gotta get me money back,
prezzie-shiela up an gone,
nah not me wife
sodgy sorry and forlorn,
saddle up an treat her right
too right , maybe?
yes by cripes....
Don
Categories:
cripes, adventure,
Form: Ballad
The Mozzies are biting, we forgot the Aeroguard
The ants, all the bickies are about to bombard
The twins are fightin’ and actin’ real mean
This family picnic, it’s a real bloody scene
The baby’s cryin’ ‘cause he bashed both ‘is knees
The flies in the marg, and the dogs got the cheese
Grans gone walkabout lookin’ for the lav
Cripes, there’s a Kookaburra, poopin’ on the pav!
Young Curly’s so famished, he’s eatin’ mud pies
And bluey’s being chased by some peckin’ magpies
Dav’s bashin’ his missus and actin’ like a lout
She forgot the plonk and the beers run out
Old gramps at the barbie burnin’ the snags
Dad’s really cussin’ ‘cause Mum’s snitched his fags
Now the tuckers ready as the rain in buckets pours
Streuth! Another get together in the great outdoors!
Categories:
cripes, funny,
Form: Rhyme