My brain is on holiday
Sure wish it would alert me
I'm cruising along having a ball
Then WHAM!!!
“Sorry, I'm on holiday”
Doesn't happen often to me
But when it does, I freak out
What if in my remaining years
I never write another poem
Yikes! What a calamity that would be
Still got lots to write about
I think I have... I know I have... I'm sure I have
But what happened???
Something is short circuiting my thought box
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Help!!! Someone please tell me what to do
Have the “thought police” intervened
Have I exceeded my yearly word count already
Please oh great overseer of verboseness
If I have exceeded my limit
Can I buy extra words for the year
I'll pay big dollars...
The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon one another. How... amusing. The notion that these self-absorbed aesthetes, ye armchair sybarites, consider themselves arbiters of taste and talent, is nothing short of grotesque. And yet, here it persists, leeches on the cadavers of real artistry, perpetuating a vicious cycle of backslapping mediocrity, as they vomit forth oozing saccharine, cliche-ridden tripe, and elevate it to the status of holy scripture. Quaint indeed. The stench of their ignominy is almost... palpable.
How does it feel to know that playing by the rules was your downfall, I said I would be the last poetess standing because I can do: abattoir hymns of crimson vortices shredding the children to rain sanguinary as viscera chunks hail from above. Sorry ai can’t touch me, it would freak out to even read that. I may not have won many contests, but oops. Hehe.
My brain is on holiday
Sure wish it would alert me
I'm cruising along having a ball
Then WHAM!!!
“Sorry, I'm on holiday”
Doesn't happen often to me
But when it does, I freak out
What if in my remaining years
I never write another poem
Yikes! What a calamity that would be
Still got lots to write about
I think I have... I know I have... I'm sure I have
But what happened???
Something is short circuiting my thought box
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Help!!! Someone please tell me what to do
Have the “thought police” intervened
Have I exceeded my yearly word count already
Please oh great overseer of verboseness
If I have exceeded my limit
Can I buy extra words for the year
I'll pay big dollars...
Each morning when I take a walk,
After putting on a shoe and sock,
I try to freak out a rabbit;
I feign I’m scared of him - strange habit.
Caught in
the jaws of dangerous
ignites hot combustion;
Feel it, so delicious;
A feral attraction;
Freak out
on me don’t be afraid;
I’ll smile and then I’ll shout;
Not letting feelings fade,
whisper until I pout;
Basic
walks in tandem with wild,
you can tumble so quick;
I was yours when you smiled;
Maybe you are magick.
All of me panicked when I finally found out,
You were inside of me there was no doubt.
I didn't know what to do I wanted to scream and shout,
But I knew it wouldn't change the fact even though I would freak out.
It was unplanned and unexpected I know,
At first I was not yet ready to have you.
But then I faced the consequence and let you grow,
After all you have all the rights to see the world and experience life too.
I didn't know how I supposed to handle the situation,
So many difficulties to deal with but I had to be strong.
I knew that in this kind of fight I was not fighting alone,
Especially that I have you now who serve as my bone.
You are an angel sent from heavens above,
A blessing and a beautiful creature created by God.
You are the most precious gift I ever had,
Together, we will conquer the world against all odd.
I may not be perfect but I'll try to be a good mother,
I can be your mentor, your sister and even your father.
Let's take the journey of each other's life happy together,
I promise to love you always until at the end of forever.
A darkened room
sickly light
Sense the fright
near midnight
Creaky door
cracks in floor
Hoot-owl screams
Poof! go dreams
Full Moon hovers
duck under covers
Witches stream by
blacken the sky
Goblins prowl
nasty howls
Ghosts in sheets
haunt the streets
Black cats screech
Spiders reach --
There's no doubt
I'm freaked out
In the dictionary beside the word 'dementia'
Is a picture of your man Jackers
The description reads 'he's off his noodle'
This man is totally crackers
Not a sane thought in his whole damn noodle
Couldn't handle it if there was
Likely freak out and run screaming thru the mall
Running hell bent from the fuzz
Now Jackers shouldn't be judged too harshly
He's really a gentle old soul
Just that the years have caught up with old Jackers
He's no longer the one in control
So don't go feeling all depressed for this dude
He's a real happy camper inside
All he knows is he's loved by you friendlies
And he's just along for the ride
My love
You made be believe that I'm able
The negative feelings about my disability
You tightened with love as if using a cable
I am a man amongst man today
Because you made me believe, I'm not disable
But I am living with disability.
I still remember the day we first met
I did not know where to start asking you out
The believe was strong, my heart started talking
My mouth follow suit and went all out
I did not believe an angel was right in front of me
That day I'm glad, I did not freak out
Today I'm blessed to call you my own
Have I known
I was not going to wait this long
I almost spend the rest of my life alone
because my vision was obscured by my disability
Seeing beyond my condition was a milestone
Reaching out to you was a 1st step to happiness
I wouldn't mind your name on my tombstone
In honor of your love
Even in your absence I can still smell your cologne
reminiscing about us help's me through insomnia
First thing I'll do when you wake up, I'll phone
To tell you how much your love has done for me
With you I'm whole again my love
The Hourglass is a device used to measure the passage of time.
The clock is ticking transparent of the sky at night shows
The constellations when the fire-breathing stars
Freak out the searcher's bare skin
Will glee great delight through
Rain drops of water
Soon enough
There will
Be
Fallen leaves
From the branch of trees
Of the forest trees and then
Follows winter's breeze will sneeze
Then ever grain of sand covered with
Winter's snow buried until another year
Until the magic of spring reappear the new year.
Those three little words that you uttered,
A feeling of butterfly wings, all a flutter.
Could it be be true, did I hear him right?
Tried not to freak out, with all of my might
Could it be true? Or maybe its just the ing booze?
Filled my heart with such happiness, soaring.The thought of it all had me ing flooring
Just as quick as he said it, he took it all back. ing coward, suddenly lost his nut sack.
How could I think he'd feel the same way.
Clearly, I was just a really great lay.
My feelings are now, all ing mixed. I should've just stopped ing around with dicks
Can't help but to wear my stupid heart on my sleeve. But I'm too old for this....I should probably just leave.
My father, teaching me to drive: the stick-shift car stalls crossing the thoroughfare - bus approaching from the left, 18-wheeler storming in from the right, I freak out and squawk, believing we are going to die. My dad is unfazed:
"Don't panic, just drive.
Put the car in gear and drive."
Advice I still use.
I’m a rhymer all-the-timer
And a follower of rules.
I’m afraid of crowded places
And of virus molecules.
I’m a reader and a leader
In resisting any change.
I’m content with my surroundings;
Feel no need to rearrange.
I am jealous and I’m zealous
When it comes to kith and kin.
I’m competitive in sports and games
And always play to win.
My complacence with impatience
Means, for me, there is no cure
And when stressed I freak out quickly.
(I’m not proud of that, for sure.)
Introspection and reflection
Are what all these hours can do.
What’s the point of all this knowledge?
I don’t really have a clue.
a blackout freak out
cube freezer and a fish tank
mouth to mouth to mouth
;),
Yi feng xìn
Dear Motherland,
hope meagre moments yet dance
throwing taunted thrills
to the fostering figs?
Dear Motherland,
do the sassy streams with flaps
on diminuendo and crescendos' rhythm
yet maintain the lusty lyric?
Dear Motherland,
does frolic Kanji dam
basked in mushy currents
wins the mercies of fame yet?
Say nought, dear Motherland,
moments are now cleavages of trance
dark dribbles suck their nectar
puking punctured alakazam
Don't freak out, dear Motherland,
technology's tongue poked had
made callous confetti
of salient streams and their rhythms
Be not so ashamed, dear Motherland,
I heard the nauseating tale of our dam:
he's aged, broken limbs with no staff,
and smothered wits balming his laps.
'20:04:26:18:40
Note: Of moaning motherland (Nigeria).
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