When the cold winds blow
And the hostile natives are restless
It’s time to wake up, smell the coffee
And cut your losses.
What is there to push back on, after all,
But the bitter taste
Of someone else’s resentment;
The mighty wind of their off-gassing.
The world is wild and cruel
Even within the treacherous smile of neighbors
When dog eats dog possesses their mind
You find yourself one of the dispossessed.
In this open, exposed and lonely place
Circle the wagons of your resolve
Recognize those you hold dear
And take solace in their love.
(4/13/25)
Categories:
gassing, conflict, encouraging, society, sorrow,
Form: Narrative
Sara beaumont? a k a nichola charles.' hosts a podcast (view
It in your own backyards)or on the couch; in motel on airplane as you go'
Shes one of those neighbours stars? Of tv fame ya know..! Well she's toughed it out, and is really going strong '
Find her on rumble, you-tube; and even patreon' well i won't just keep
Gassing here on soups backyard fence! You can make up your own mind, i don't guess you're that dense? So swing over to Aussie and have a (look see) you can email and suchlike..Just take it from me' this sheila is rock'in with
Stuff from the hole! This is straight through the mirror
Thats been hiding some goals' a word similar to gaol?
Guess it depends on your ed? And like where we get our
Info? Now thats quite enough said.)
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Categories:
gassing, appreciation, courage, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
A youthful face, but no brains:
Time the deceiver – I think back,
to all I thought I knew that it has
taken me a lifetime to unlearn: Oh
the labyrinths the spirit travels!~till
at last realizing the poverty it has
impressed on its own soul – Youth,
full of beans, gassing the world
indiscriminately!
Categories:
gassing, christian, funny, humorous, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Written by: Rodgers Ja Brown
Why you gassing dawg
Why you coming to my table without asking dawg
I know you hate me with a passion I ain't mad at y'all
Jealous and envy shall follow you
You stuck on my name tryna f*ck with it
But I'm a big number you ain't in my league
I know you f*ck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth your business team think it's lootlove
Cashtime with my team I'm a big Fish
Money is a big thing I'm focused on
I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts
Cause when you the real thing niggas get touched
And it's Super unlocked
I don't give a f*ck about your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks
Word to all workmates crossing my network guap
Big dreams since I was a little boy
I'm stressed, went to the medical school and dropped out
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a f*ck but I ain't got a f*ck left
I'm blessed
Tried to be civil until I saw your Instagram page
But I was out on leave paving a road for bigger things
See when it rains it pours. I think we all need change
I show real love and respect to the real ones!
Categories:
gassing, change, feelings, fire, fish,
Form: Acrostic
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Every calibration I do,
Blur to emerge the one weirdo.
Every navigate does syntax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.
I creep with my scornful envy,
And I know why they do beauty?
Because of an anticlimax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.
All gassing awkward in my brain,
Forever missing you the green.
Fill in my cephalothorax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.
Categories:
gassing, beautiful, earth, environment,
Form: Kyrielle
Once upon an outhouse dreary, while I strained there, lank and leery
of creatures scary down beneath the privy floor--
As my veins were close to popping, suddenly there came a whopping
rush of air, but nothing dropping, dropping from my nethers sore,
“'Tis but a sputter", I then mutter, “popping like the thunder's roar--
only this and nothing more!”
Ah, succinctly I remember - a distinctly warm September;
for bath tissue I dismember - an issue from the hardware store.
Eagerly I wish for passing - that which had been amassing
in my numbles far surpassing - any grumbles heretofore
A gassing foul and shameless to deplore
Nameless here for evermore
Then, methought the air grew smelly, perfumed from my askew belly
The fumes of fish stew from the deli, like the breath of Balthazor
“Wretch,” I cried, “as God hath bent me—by what devils hath he sent thee?
Respite – respite! No more! Some forthright output, I implore!
Purge, oh purge this burning urge I'm yearning for!”
Shall I potty... Nevermore?
With apologies to EAP.
Categories:
gassing, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Elements in me are found in the sun.
These same stars power the atmosphere.
Is this why you keep gassing me?
When it is all set and done,
I want to stand in your sun`s and eat your love,
to understand the universe
with all its energy,
so that you can’t change
without passing me.
{XM}
TALK LIKE A PAINTING: SOCIAL APES TRILOGY.
POETRY COLLECTION BY BZ.Mannie
link: https://www.amazon.com/Talk-like-Painting-social-trilogy/dp/1093118938
Categories:
gassing, appreciation, art, courage, creation,
Form: Free verse
Mothers getting their breast cut off so they cant feed
their children in need
of a natural right
so i will march and fight
against apartheid
throw away the suit and tie
lace up your boots and fight
for a reason why
when we go to war we have no idea
we been could of stopped north Korea
from polluting the airways with diarhea
and multiple gassing
look around whats happening
the core of our declaration of independence is cracking
our politics and governments are lacking
chip your arm and they start tracking
id rather have my head cut off than to give that any backing
id rather hear the truth
than some gold toothed wanna be spit some garbage in the booth
between me and you i just want to hear whats true.
Categories:
gassing, anti bullying, corruption, growth,
Form: Lyric
The Old Girl
Yep, I bought her back in the 30’s,
Right in the middle of the depression,
Man who sold Lizzie to me cried real tears,
I’ve remembered that through the years.
Many a mile she has rolled us,
Through the desert in the dark of night,
Running hot and carrying water,
That was the way, all right.
To Grandmother’s house we drove,
Year after year on our two weeks free,
(But lucky I was to have a job),
While the babes slept sound in the leather back seat.
Oh, the memories we have on those sandy trips,
Exhausted from bouncing on rough roads,
Stopping and cranking and gassing up,
Hushing the girls with a comfort stop.
I stalled her in 1940, got a Chevy ’36,
But kept her like the good horse she is,
New paint, new oil, retired to show,
Come on, I’ll give you a whizz.
This is what my Dad might have written about his old Model T Ford.
Categories:
gassing, car, character, memory,
Form: Light Verse
You say it’s hella dope to meet me
And all I have to say
It’s hella dope to meet you too
And you’re getting hella dope today
No, this won’t be memorable
Of this you can be sure
If your disease is reality
Then I’ve got the cure
'Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
The most educated bartender in all of this land
The Candyman, the Candyman
Knocking you out with a wave of my hand
It’s all about context,
That’s my feeling
It’s all about context,
And my context is healing
It’s all about context
And if it isn’t
All about context
I’ll be in prison
‘Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
getting your kids just as blotto as I can
the Candyman, the Candyman
Packin’ the highest grade dope in all the land
Yes, ma’am, I’m sure
That gas smells bad
But you know, ma’am,
It’ll make him glad
Yes ma’am I hear
That syrup tastes bad
But if I knew that for sure
I’d be an unemployed dad
Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
Gassing your kids just as fast as I can
The Candyman, the Candyman
And if I weren’t a doc I’d be living in a windowless van…
6/1/16
© By Author
For Contest: That Colorful Drug
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Categories:
gassing, children, health, humor, work,
Form: Lyric
Carbonated sizzle STOP
me ....before I start!
I feel the vrrrroom in the room
take me to your carburetor
drop me into first gear
headed... where? .....Homespun
Oil buster
dirt riding
lowwwwly... throttle neck
Chevy Pick me upper
"you moooove me"
but
Ferrari makes me starry
lamborghini makes me weak
I am grinding my gears here
there's quakes in my breaks...
been riding the straight down
to volume-ator creator
breaking up the road
walker
gassing up for the mighty miles
till this life us do part
ways to go
to the finish me line
Categories:
gassing, death, life, sexy, slam,
Form: Free verse
Obama drew his mighty line in the sand
Dare ye not to cross me
Assad replied in kind
Gassing thousands and laughing
A little Syrian boy has drowned
Siblings to weak to cross that mighty line
Salvation was the evasive dream
Father shall never escape the nightmares
Categories:
gassing, anger, angst, dark, death,
Form: Light Verse
IRAQ
Three and a half decades of tyranny and death, unrelenting
until the end, there’s always more to perish.
Dictator extraordinaire, mass murderer, genocidal maniac,
you are death – an awesome man capable of anything, invading
your neighbours, gassing your own people, acquiring weapons
of mass destruction, no one is like you.
And then the clock ticks and hour glass runs dry,
your days are numbered, then you fall by the wayside, over.
What will they do to you? Interrogate and learn your secrets
or shoot you down like a dog?
Your country is in ruins, a shell of a corpse,
nothing left but anarchy with suicide bombings, murder and kidnap.
A terrorist’s paradise for any young anarchist, a hero’s death is assured.
In the name of Allah, kill the enemy, destroy America!
What will happen in a year? Will it all be over
or just the start of a civil war, doing Satan’s work?
Categories:
gassing, anger, conflict, death, fear,
Form: Free verse
rage
blood red
simmering
boiling over
insecure imbeciles off gassing pain
a fraternity of inbred hound dogs
renting shepherds
flocks are lost
horror
death
soul
lingers
ghostly lights
clarion calls
the atomic spin of celestial night
loss of foul ego conjoined particles
wonder free falls
I less bliss
haunting
rite
Categories:
gassing, introspection, life, loss
Form: Tetractys
Murder.
My soul's contaminated with spit
and you walk all over me-
each and every single time-
It's like I blink
and you take one more slap
whack!
While my face red spurs out guilt of being a victim-
the one who always to blame
who is always wrong
and does wrong-
while you look down to me
expecting.
It's neverending
and i'm unsympathetic as we speak.
Now so vulnerable and familiar to your cursed speech
lucifer's lies-
becoming true between the lies
you just start the fire.
You don't know how to put it out,
gassing it, lighter at hand
yet you don't seem to care.
And my emotions,
they're toys-
broken, stomped on,
crushed.
Like my loyalty is not enough,
after I stand behind you,
strong and neutral-
while you whip my heart
and test me some more.
I've had enough.
And you've had plenty of chances before,
plenty of criticizing
and it's too much,
i'm not good enough
I'm the "bad" friend
i'm just not worth your time
so this is the end.
Categories:
gassing, dedication, forgiveness, friendship, funeral,
Form: Prose Poetry
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