A poem written just for fun and just because I ran out of ideas....
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky,
his floppy sunhat shading half his face.
He’s ditched his headphones—no more woodland hi-fi~
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky.
He listens to the breeze go drifting by,
lets chirps and mountain hush fill the open space.
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky,
his floppy sunhat shading half his face.
Oh, miserable fate,
I've been ditched by Isabel
for some preppy guy,
whose charm and wit
attracts the prittiest girl;
I show little thrill,
I admit being a boring dude,
sometimes so rude!
Could I let her slip away,
mourn this goodbye
for the silliest lie?
I look around
and I understand
that certain women
are never satisfied
with what they find;
they won't settle down
for an ordinary guy
who works hard
for a living.
Feel sorry for myself,
sShow me some compassion,
I hide from all pain,
never searching in vain
for dreams bigger
than the widest sky,
so glad to be a whiner,
forced to scream and cry
by the river of desperation.
Slap me hard,
bring my senses back to reality,
I'm a prey of shameless vanity;
my tomorrow is dim,
Isabel is happy with him.
I never intended to cause harm;
who can control jealousy?
Oh, miserable fate,
I regret the days
we spent together
without joy:
they could have been happy;
losing all is madness,
it's my biggest mistake!
Here you are alone,
Your friends have turned to stone.
Did you decide to cut them off; disconnect the friendly bond and turn them to statues of memories?
Whose fault is it?
Is it that you’re victim of being ditched when you needed them the most?
Is it that while you were running with them you stumbled and they kept running leaving you behind without rendering helping hands?
Is it that you were betrayed, stabbed at the back and a fake smile at your face?
Is it that you were ignored but given much attention when you were the host of help.
Blossom Monyei The Bleeding Pen
Listening to the radio tonight
Cubs-Brewers playoff game
I visualize each pitch in my mind
Ditched TV back in 1978
never returned, no regrets
Baseball’s alive inside my brain
the crack of the bat
~ deeply ingrained
At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent terns,
Yodelling and returning from carnivals of the
Wild. From the faint glow, a rainbow stretches
For a cuddle, musing over a curious world,
Ditched by diaphanous tarradiddles of the odd.
Shadows on ground level travel on painted
Tars, recreating their bosoms on surfaces
Raven-black and soot-framed.
Seagulls welcome waves in one cracked voice,
Honking the horns of billed staccato.
Among able-bodied patterns of bituminous tracks,
Rivers, ponds, pools seek their faces on sun-flushed
Mirrors, which laugh at their fatuous inclinations
Mired by the sputum of drained rains.
I’m twisted
into submission;
admission
to true world
of imaginary breeze
and coconut salt.
I’m a seed,
slipping into sand,
letting go.
The wild sea’s
crest and trough didn’t swallow me,
silence me - my thoughts.
Roots, a muse -
rest and recreate;
drudge baggage
ditched at shore.
The dunes spoil me with their grit
and pink hydrangeas.
Sunglasses
recover my eyes;
sunburn writhes
on my skull.
Hair in free fall, snarled and damp,
like anemones.
An assault
of coconut breeze
in true world;
admission
into twisted submission
of relaxing waves.
The sunspots
of Summer outbreak.
I bring pail
and shovel.
I shore up castle, today,
midst whirlpool of moat.
The true world
tries to interfere,
as I splash
cruel eyes.
My hands and feet completely
disappear…left - write!
The most popular educational trend
Courses labeled as ‘STEM’
Science, Technology, Engineering, Math
Offerings that lead to destruction and wrath
Nuclear fusion and fission they aid and abet
Not to mention ‘AI,’ which’ll destroy us all yet
The more ‘modern conveniences’ we have, the more harried we are
Ask folks who bicycle, glad they ditched cars
Perhaps we can teach the next generation
how best to avoid war through negotiation
Failing that, mankind seems doomed to stagnation
I stoked the fire, you drank the flame.
I poured out my soul, you ditched the game.
I'm gutted, bone dry, howling in pain -
You reeled me in, gave nothing back again.
Black hole love — you ripped me apart.
I'm holding the line, playing my part.
I gave and gave, you drained and drained.
How did our love become so unchained?
Oh Black Hole Love,
I Give, You Suck,
Getting nothing back, in return.
I'm calling All-in!
Black Hole Love, Black Hole Love.
You twist my pleas - I'm on my knees.
Let's play it straight, oh, baby please!
All I want is some fire back from you.
Not choking smoke on black strap blue.
I won't break for you, anymore.
I'm standing, knocking on your door.
I want to love you more and more.
You're the only one that I adore.
Oh Black Hole Love.
I Give, You Suck,
Getting nothing back, in return.
I'm calling All-in!
I won't break for you!
No more, No more!
Black Hole Love ...
Black Hole Love!
I went to Starbucks this morning,
it makes me sick with regret,
now my morals I am mourning,
And I hate the drink I get.
I want to be more punk,
Minimalist and spikes adorning,
so i ditched all my stuff,
but still get Starbucks, how boring.
I rant and I rave about how i hate the 1%
i say lower taxes and drop the inflation,
But i still get the chai with milk 2%
Drive down a highway and look left or right
And I can, for sure, guarantee
By the side of the road, resting there in plain sight
Will be plenty of garbage to see.
Plastic bags strewn around or entangled in trees,
Cans and bottles and wrappers and such,
Plus so many containers and papers – oh jeez!
It is more than a little too much.
Though it’s rare to see somebody tossing it out
It quite naturally had to be pitched,
So the question is really, what kind of a lout
Can’t just wait for his trash to be ditched?
I have an addiction I could't see,
Until I tried to let it be.
Couldn't believe where it took me,
It shook the core of my belief.
May I have some relief,
PLEASE!!
I'm Sorry I was a thief.
It was causing so much grief,
I just wanted a piece of what they had,
I was treated bad and was always sad.
I never had a real dad.
Everyone followed your path,
Stealing my sense of worthy,
It hurt me.
Took so much of me to see,
Why My friends ditched me.
Now I am sore,
It was hard being poor.
I don't want you anymore,
Just settle the score,
I don't want to be,
Addicted to money.
I'm going through withdrawal,
Who do I call,
I gave it my all,
In the end I feel so small,
Sorry about the fall,
It was a really tall wall.
I almost made it too,
Now I'm calling out to you,
Money can you hear me?
I was told you are energy,
What are you all about?
I need to find out,
I'm shouting horrible things.
Meanwhile greedy Kings,
Stealing our dollars,
Creating chaos and wars,
And little to scholars.
Can you hear me hollering,
I don't know if you care.
But they are using you wrong,
I SWEAR!!
Imagine if, when giving thanks,
We grilled some burgers, ribs and franks
And ate our turkey in July
With yams and fresh-baked pumpkin pie.
Our guests would rear up and revolt
And out the door a few would bolt,
For some traditions can’t be ditched,
Including foods which can’t be switched.
I’ve heard some folks eat mac and cheese
On both occasions, if you please,
And one Thanksgiving, we did brood
When stuck with eating Chinese food.
But mostly, menus stay the same
On holidays, when families claim
To stick to what they always eat,
To make the past and present meet.
Rebecca was three years old when Isaac took her for a wife
Nineteen years later, no children, but still pro-life
Finally pregnant, Rebecca’s joy was short-lived, with twins inside
tossing and turning tumultuously in the embryo of Isaac’s bride
Rachel heard of this and learned her lesson
Meeting Jacob at age five, her brother Laban said: ‘No messin’
Seven years (and one week) later, they finally got hitched
Thoughts of kids at five, ‘unceremoniously’ ditched
Sorrow-whelmed and sad
Tearing me apart by thoughts
Shedding tranquil tears…
Conquered my demons
I’m stronger than I realize
I can face my fears…
Nightmares haunt me so
Scaring me into sadness
Ditched the world of woe…
True, living a lie
My fantasy is to be
With you, stay here please
Drowning in my tears
Then, I feel joyous and glad
Grief turns to relief . . .
There once was a snitch ditched in itchy pride,
sick of being tied, to grumpy cats side~
she lured his furry tail,
trapped him in a caged tale,
she sat, blowing kisses that were denied…
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