For some, time creeps along
as they wait to say, ‘So long’
For others it’s in a hurry
their grave to dig and them to bury
Outside Death Row, a vigil some keep
some cheer; others weep
Is life profound… Is it deep
Is life dirt cheap
Well it's Summer again
Let's vacation my friend
Tell me, where should we go?
If you swear not to tell
I hear Greenland's for sale
But I really don't know
It came straight from the VEEP
We can get it dirt cheap
Cuz they lost all that snow
We'll keep drilling for oil
Steal the gold from their soil
That way, nothing will grow
So pack passport and bags
Some American flags
Baby, let's start this show
With our vigor and verve
We can muster our nerve
And then tell them to blow
How could a corpse like me ask for more
Than this faucet from the showroom floor
It may look a dud
But it cleans off blood
And came dirt cheap from the Zombie Store
Only a dime a dozen for these broken dreams,
a free wooden nickel with each pack of lies.
A jar of hoodwinks, flimflams, and bumfuzzles,
a bucket of lost hope, and a box of how time flies.
A Brooklyn bridge, a few penniless thoughts,
next to some wasted time and that mirror and smoke.
Some dirt-cheap hooks, lines and sinkers,
a bunch of fake smiles, and a couple pigs in a poke.
Some bamboozles and a few hornswoggles,
a pile of ashes from some bridges I’ve burned.
A sow’s ear, some silver thread and a gold needle,
a silk purse filled with the lessons I never could learn.
dirt cheap
used guitar
Nashville
I can't overlook what you did because it was an incredibly stupid thing to do.
You wanted a batch of pickles and you hired Aunt Bee to make them for you.
Almost nobody will ask her to make pickles but you decided to let her.
A person would need a cast iron stomach to handle her pickles, you should've known better.
When it comes to making pickles, Aunt Bee has absolutely no skill.
You'd better be very careful because her pickles are known to kill.
Opie's mother ate a jar of those pickles and that's what ended her life.
Because of Bee's pickles, Opie lost his mother and Andy lost his wife.
You hired Aunt Bee to make your pickles because it was dirt cheap.
If you eat them, you'll learn that what you sew is what you'll reap.
When Aunt Bee makes pickles, it's dumb but what you did was dumber.
Bee should go to jail for poisoning people with her kerosene cucumbers.
When I criticize her and her pickles, you say that I'm being mean.
But I won't apologize for criticizing pickles that taste like kerosene.
I used to study faces.
Now I gaze at masks and bandanas.
Can't tell if they're beautiful or plain
cloak the sane or madmen.
Since this new age plague began...
gaits seem to have a bit more verve.
Perhaps more panic and purpose...
My, how things have changed.
In such a short time we're all starting to look
like old-school crips and bloods
and Muslim women...
The jokes are all on us.
There's an uneasy feeling
must be the buds of oppression... settling in.
Five yellow stars dipped in red.
Sprouting deep in the gut
dark black buds so very relentless.
What will the summer heat bring?
Even less freedom, more chains.
The death of millions via an invisible assassin.
There are so many masks and masks of death and dirt-cheap gas.
Circa April 17th, 2120, or 1820 military time,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive)
stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately
eight score orbitz round Earth's sun still noontime
chronologically analogous to protracted lunchtime
whereat the average offspring jetson or (daughter)
Born twenty years into twenty second century alive
and well (still hashtagged as precocious) with drive
to safely, sidestep, and surmount establishmentarian
archaic, formulaic, and mosaic Judaic/Christian give
wry master of words (me) take poetic license to jive
reasonably rhyming nope heart tickle early misthrive
moost definitely dirty deeds done dirt cheap (trick)
super tramping space cowboy lobbing power-drive
re: frequently innocent prelapsarian double entendre
(Jean Jacques Rousseau) Noble Savage he doth strive
even though hanky panky tinged entire his/her story,
Homo sapiens animal husbandry hastily did wive.
Pain, heartache, heart impaled
Blood, blood runs through my veins
Hot, red cascades, flows without restrains
Pulsating deep inside, tick tock beats like a drum
Rhythm, rhythm, eyes opened wide
Thought you were one I could confide
Knife in your hand, stabs deep
Wolf pretending to be sheep
Why couldn’t I see it?
Not even a little peep?
Mercy lord, she wants to put me to sleep
Permanently, six foot deep
She’s a mercenary and a creep
Thinking life's dirt cheap
Lord, please don’t let me die in this dump heap
Please let me stretch out in my Jeep
The Only sweet words came from down deep,
Is, what she sows she will reap
Then permanently I fell asleep
This piece is about a rich man falling in love with a woman, a mercenary who wanted everything but his heart. She pretended for a while but eventually murdered him and took over all his earthly possessions.
I bought a house that nobody else wanted.
I got it dirt cheap because it was haunted.
It was once owned by a murderess and nobody could trust her.
Things got so bad in that house that I called the Ghostbusters.
But those four women came running out of that house as fast as they could.
I thought that hiring those women was a great idea but it didn't do any good.
Everybody who lived in that house ended up in a bad shape.
The last straw came when the ghost cornered me and I was raped.
I burned down that house for the insurance because things were so creepy and odd.
But the insurance company found out and now I've been sentenced to prison for fraud.
World Cruise...Veranda Beach (Acrostic)
Without a doubt this place is a perfect peach
Overnight stay you don’t have to pay at Veranda Beach
Really dirt cheap my own keep and don’t have to leech
Living like a King on my wee little wing what a reach
Dining and reclining my private wine I do beseech
Comfort of home under my dome I like the view
Rules don’t apply as I eat on the fly and grab another brew
Under the sun having fun greeting people as they pass thru
Initial reaction I get my satisfaction with a skeleton crew
Sand all around with uncut grass abound my dinner is due
Enjoying the weather all huddled together with a bad hairdo.
Oct.06.2017
World Cruise
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
A FAKE WORLD
The truth stood downcast in the lie
Its chin upon chest and hands tied
Shoulders drooped with a hunching back
Gagged, maimed barely able to sigh
Chained mercilessly in a cell
The truth stood downcast in the lie
Prisoner of outrageous guile
Its wings clipped, unable to fly
Thieves were rulers, all saints were tried
Life was dirt cheap and facts so dear
The truth stood downcast in the lie
Thorns bloomed across, flowers were rare
No groans were heard, its lips were sealed
A tearful soul lay crushed beneath
Weeping sore wounds too deep to dry
The truth stood downcast in the lie
Earlier submitted
Aug11, 2016
Name of contest
The truth stood downcast in the lie
Now submitting for contest265 any form any theme max 20 lines
Instead of being a chick magnet, my vehicle is a curse.
No woman will go out with me because I own a hearse.
I bought my hearse because it runs great and it was dirt cheap.
But when women see it, they slap my face and call me a creep.
I finally got a date with the woman of my dreams.
But when she saw my hearse, she ran and screamed.
Women don't want to make out where corpses have been.
Because of my vehicle, they won't date me, they find other men.
If you already have a bad love life, making my mistake will only make it worse.
Women will not date a man if he drives a hearse.
(I got the idea for this poem from a TV show that I saw.)
I'm thinning out some things of mine
I do not want or need
Some for sale some for trade
Most of it is free
My poisonous relationships
They gave me fits and rashes
All the bridges that I burned
Well, there's the can of ashes
Wishes are a dime a dozen
Believe me there are plenty
You can have my broken dreams
And thoughts are just a penny
This box of nickels is dirt cheap
They're all made of wood
A pack of lies that I bought
Some are pretty good
There used to be some happiness
It seems to be misplaced
I lost some time that I was given
But most just went to waste
These mirrors with smoke, a pig in a poke
A hook, line, and sinker
All came free with my insurance
From unscrupulous hood-winkers
My policy is "No returns"
I hope you'll understand
If you're like me then you'll agree
This junk's still in demand
national poetry competition entry under my pen name "poemdog"
Take away the safety net
What remains
only the weak kill and call themselves men
A coward hides in the mountain of who they are
behind their own curse justifying wrongs
Tears falling each and every single day
suffering innocence weep
Self inflicted forged inside darkness
Mortal sin
The day will arrive
when you have to come out of your shell facing reality
Evil deeds done dirt cheap begging soul forgiveness
Blinding pure is the eyes of our Saviour
Salvation enslaved by guilt
poor is the heart where poison seeps
Rich forgiving pride the Lords prayer I say
Please God open their eyes to your peaceful presence
Make them aware of your goodness morally within
Open their souls to the truth
such deeds hold an ugly sin
Mercy on your damned soul
Such actions
destiny crumbles
inside their castle walls bleed burning with fire
Angry all their lives at everyone but themselves
Articles of faith strips them bare
I tip my eyes to the Lord
Blessing myself in the name of our Father the Holy trinity
Begging their forgiveness
One third of Man
blind faceless spill blood
cursing peace and His Holiness in the end days
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