Ever have real dogged days?
Sometimes I'm happy to wake up grumpy.
I decide to stay grumpy.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A rare crescent when comes to be,
Moon’s silver so scant comes to be.
No fragrance from some comes to be,
From some a foul scent comes to be.
No use digging into the past,
The same old repent comes to be.
Break mirrors nor try to look in,
Image nigh but bent comes to be.
If ye look in a long closed heart,
The same old scar, dent comes to be.
No matter how backward man bends,
Seldom the past spent comes to be.
Scratch life, it is foul nor fragrant,
Only life in lent comes to be.
_________________________
Ghazal |11.07.2025| love, past, moon, mirror, heart
Are nasty words used to express emotions to a heighten degree
Am i suppose to understand you any more than you understand me
Vocabulary words isn't hard to learn and to use
I can use words that aren't so nasty and still blow a fuse
Stand up comedy isn't the same due to foul language
When it comes to being professional how do you manage
I know God confused the languages but it cant be that bad
The fact you cant find better words is completely sad
It would upset you if your child imitated that
The bad behavior parents display even the good words they lack
Isn't this world ugly and nasty enough
Do you really need foul language for someone to call your bluff
Your grandma would attempt to wash your mouth out with soap
Such language puts you and the devil in the same boat
Find a better way of trying to express your pain, anger and commotion
So every person would be impressed and understand your emotion.
dog and I sit in the lair
we ate chili, foul odor in the air
both of us gamey, but we don’t care
this cave is foul, just ask the bear
The year is ending
Let it gently close
The feeling of defeat and loss
Violently expand and implode
The true nature of people
Finally exposed
The power of deception
That with damage explode
The fears of what’s coming
By day they grow
The disbelief in reality
And what we really know
The judgement of God
Does this event show
Where will this leave us
Where violent winds blow
Is it too late to repent
Their wicked deeds
It’s time for mending
While souls to God plead
The year is ending
Please, please dear God
give us what we need
Secret life
A secret existence, you don’t know who he is
You see him, but you don’t know his dark side
Yeah, it looks like he is a simple man. Evil life
Sure, he can not be a saint, wrong people created
Created him, malicious people. But he is good
Doesn’t want anything bad, just live and feel
But the selfish lives kill him, because fine
Not like the evils, but what he can do? Answer?
Yes, there is the answer
They are fouls!
You must be fouled too!
Against them!
Said a gangster gang
But how?
By mind
Controlled
Control
I won!
Nosy minds in fall of night
Like foul bats envying the light
They're like fool dogs barking till dawn
Finding some dirt in other's lawn
They're all like puppets in a play
They are like some toys made of clay
Stupid idiots who know nothing
Pulling others is their only thing
I still wonder if what's the price
Does risk they take worth the slice
Sleepless nights, they come and go
Up the mountains and down below
I;m not buying what you sell
Because I can already tell
Everything you say to me
Isn't truthful, can't you see
The interest's no longer there
You're talking but I don't hear
Any words my ears are blocking
As the seconds are tick tocking
Turning into tortured minutes
Waiting for your mouth to finish
All the lies your tryna cover
Turning me into a lover
That you'll toss aside and use
But my heart and mind refuse
To be a notch put on your belt
I've known others who have felt
The pain of this act you pull
I know you are really full
Of disgust, meanness and lies
Shut up, walk away, don't try
To convince me you wont be
A womanizing a-- to me
I'm not falling for your sap
I am smarter than the crap
And foul odor from the sh--
Your mouth is trying to admit
"I Didn't Know That"
I didn’t know that
A Be couldn’t sting
Or that a Bee was not a B.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
I should No better
Or that Know was not a No.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Bare lived in a forest
Or that she was Bear Butt Naked.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Foul was not a bird
Or that a Fowl can’t be a Foul ball.
I’m confused.
I asked my lover if I could take a Peak.
She said that was Two much to ask,
“Go climb a mountain Peek.” She said,
“The Sceen would be much better.”
I’m confused.
I took to writing words
I thought were not the same.
They understood me not.
Am I insane?
Homonyms and Homophones,
Or is it,
Which or Witch?
I do not comprehend.
I’m still confused.
It’s time for this pin to end.
ENJOY!
A foul wind
blows across our flag
….from both directions
After three big bowls of chili
I could sense impending doom
When I released the rancid air
I was forced to leave the room
This may have cost me all my friends
And I feel just like a clown
My final epitaph should read
A foul wind had brought him down
An Olympic swimmer named Pete
Is disqualified – when caught as a cheat
He propelled through the water
Much faster than he aughta
It’s down to the food he would eat
Before each race he eats sprout curry
Then enters the pool in a hurry
He farts during each length
Stench increases in strength
So other swimmers have to scurry
Pete farted but then ‘follows through’
The swimming pool turned green with pooh
Bubbles of foul gas
Still stream from his ass
Caught cheating the air turns quite blue
Much to cheater Peter’s chagrin
His speedo’s can’t hold the poop in
Pete’s now banned from all pools
For breaking all the rules
Thus proving cheaters cannot win
06/18/23
Foul mouthed he was,foul mouthed he was called,
A beast with words,an obsession he wards,
South is his tone,without a fear to his baritone,
A grave his tongue digs,for him he'll only sink.
I am not applying for Santa's job
It is lies that's coming from Mr Floods gob
But there's drone footage as proof
Terry pushed him off the roof
And a large sack with bricks in he did lob.
Theres a warrant out for Terry Flood
All the kids in the world want his blood
His evil scheming will fail
There's a top cop on his trail
His scheme will crash to earth with a thud.
Written on 29th November 2022
Low rumbling in the distance
Like an angry old dog’s growl,
In storm language the cadence
Portends weather most foul.
Not a mid-summer downpour,
Rain sorely needed for crops
Like we’ve never seen before,
Wreaking havoc before it stops.
A monsoon of monstrous force
Causing creek-beds to overflow
Washing towns away, of course
Flash floods, destruction below.
As quickly the storm passes by,
Cleansed of anger, sky is blue
Thousands ask the question why
Only God knows, this is true!
Written August 10, 2022
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