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When my little poem is sad, she cries

When my little poem is sad, she cries.
It happens when people tell lies
about this, about that
and never really get at
the meaning of her sends,
her forwards,
or replies.

takes

Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?

Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs drop, I get treated.
“God, get up and get at me,” I replied, with an unnerving poise.
People love a scene.

Happy 4th of July to Yankees everywhere!
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Only a Fool Would Say That by Ivy
Lovely Day by Elizabeth Mitchell
L'Anamour by Ivy
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slang:
FAQ = told the facts
Treated = attacked

Data-Licious

Written By:  D. Collins 5/29/25


I like info short, drama-free, and concise.
The Alpha and Omega just so I get it right.
Anything in between is just padded fluff.
Which is 98% of what's inside of us.


That little 2% are who I'm trying to get at.
Who base their decisions on presented facts.
They're people like me who see the big pic.
And, how the government is coming after it.


Your views, your thoughts, and what you do in bed.
The names of family members in the hands of Feds.
YouTube, Twitter, and whatever you may use.
G-Men are peeping down and watching you.

Two Obsolete Words

Obedience and respect are probably both an obsolete word
Disrespect from children and wives, is what I’ve heard
If you think this was written by a non-thinking fool
I double dog dare you to substitute teach in a grade school
Better yet, find a wife and tell her how it’s going to be
I can guarantee you will get at least one knee

Shopping

I wore my new shoes to the store.
They fit but they hurt.
I love how the laces come undone and trip me.
I love the chicken salad sandwich I get at the deli.
I love the notebook I write my list of groceries in.
Waiting in line to check out.
The thing about lines is, no matter how long they are, you can’t die.
Or you will lose your turn.
Dinging and beeping sounds.
We pretend it’s ok.
I hope the store doesn’t lock me inside of it.
Maybe I should have bought the cream cheese…
It was on sale.
Nothing will ever be ok again.
I almost tripped.
I dropped my grocery list.
Nothing will ever be ok again.

Curves And Crevices

Written By:  D. Collins 12/25/24


 There's nothing like the curves and crevices of all women.
That distinct little thing that does something to men.
They get all pumped up, and don't know how to act.
Plotting in their mind just how to get at that.


Focused like a laser with a night vision beam.
Targeting in on what should resolve everything.
Some beautiful curves with spankable cushion.
Will get what she deserves for us to go all in.


Although written Christmas day this is not for the meek.
A brother like me needs a real Christmas freak.
All I want from Santa is to handle my wish.
Put in front of me someone Phat, Lucious, and Thick.

Wrapping Presents

When it comes to wrapping presents,
I am really not that good.
The edges aren’t neat and don’t
Lie flat the way they should.

The paper that I use, though,
Is quite festive, to distract
From all the perfect extras
That my presentation lacked.

And if I have a lot to wrap,
My efforts just get worse,
Though fortunately, the receivers
Cannot hear me curse.

It really makes no difference, since
To get at what’s inside,
The wrapping gets ripped off
No matter how it’s sealed or tied.

And once that paper’s in a heap
Or crumpled on the floor,
Nobody can remember how
That present looked before.

Sleep They Creep

Written By:  D. Collins 1/21/24

If your eyes are closed, they creep up on you.
Totally exposed to the harm long, overdue.
Insomnia is what becomes your best friend.
Just make sure you're the last standing in the end.


Explosions from meth heads who live next door.
Guarantee's this OG ain't taking that no more.


If you sleep they creep with no good intent.
Trying to get at all the decent men.
Keep your eyes open and be on point.
You want be caught sleeping to what they want.

Enlightened

Written By:  D. Collins 12/21/23


America, of all countries, should be the ones enlightened.
Back when Viet Cong were bombed, and still came out fighting.
It didn't end there.  We bombed Iraq and Afghanistan.
Then, twenty years later ran with our d__ks in our hand.


You can level cities from above, but understand it still breathes.
Imagine three generations wearing vengeance on their sleeve.
A child seeing parents, grandparents, and all siblings die.
Wouldn't they be on a mission to try and even the odds?


The tunnel system to get at them has been used before.
Napalm and big bombs still didn't let us win the war.
Just like the Viet Cong, lure them into your domain.
And, with the rest of the world, unleash all the pain.

On Point

Pith is pithier than pithy
-it’s not a question of if.
You know atoms are tiny
when you get at ‘em.
Sometimes they’re the point.
Meanings have layers
like lasagna.
Two or three should suffice.
Any more is a little less nice.
Less is more is the better
advice.
But I sense I said that twice.
Lasagna and spaghetti
go to together like a Yeti
and Big Foot.
So maybe skip the spaghetti.
Are you aiming to have a carb overload?
You better avoid that road.
I like little feet as opposed to a big foot
-they’re tinier.
More minor.
Less dimensional.
They can be on point
-and that’s plane to see.
I could say more but I don’t see
the point,
in that case.

Autumn Breeze the Summer Heat

The smell of the Autumn breeze is amorous cleansing the air again of the hot summer months ordered duty to Autumn breeze and a story and a love feeling waving hello Making one wave of energy that waves a triumphant of being complete an everlasting tune or story. But winter is near.So at that time, I will unpack my winter clothes and some gear I hope to get at the store when the leaves fall from the trees and turn brown not green to ensure winter is almost here to get ready to rock steady were the snow flow far away from my house winter joys and taste brings winter love cabin fireplace and smoke the chimney flames the atmosphere with laughter.
With a breezy cheer, Autumn is here bringing thoughts of listening!
We sat at our favorite table facing the door in a relaxed position
singing an autumn song feeling the sweet nectar breezy healing the bones drinking rosemary tea and ginger my feet in a relaxed position recovering
 from the chill in the air that wasn,t there before waves of autumn energy and movements is here is there in the air everywhere the breeze roam around the room. My face my hair my nose The smell of autumn is Amorous!

Lagniappe

Written B:  D. Collins 7/25/23



When it comes down to it, I like Lagniappe with mine.
A little something extra as hot as cayenne.
The special thing that keeps me coming back.
Is a woman willing to share all of her Lagniappe.



/'lan?yap/
noun

something given as a bonus or extra gift.



It's a Li'L Sump'n added that we never see coming.
So, never turn it down, nor turn away running.
Embrace it and enjoy it.  It is only Lagniappe.
The thing a person like me is trying to get at.

Welcome To the S-Laughter House

Welcome to The S Laughter house
And lots of fun and games
Where everyone participates
To show that they are game

We’re well known as the funny place
Where beef, I mean cows go
Just get in line behind a friend
And please enjoy the show

We’ll unload your bags right away
So you can watch an act
And at the end when all’s wrapped up
You will be fully packed

See we’re so busy every day
It seems like a stampede
Of happy patrons, we will slay
Until becoming feed

What I really meant by that is
Until becoming freed
That’s the kind of laughs we get at
S Laughter House indeed

We also serve food all day long
Outside on the paddock
Which is beyond that dusty yard
Like that for prime livestock

We know our guests have a good time
Since they stay forever
Due to the fact we’re such cut ups
Which is our endeavor

Tell your family and your friends
Plus those that oink and bleat
For we’ll find plenty of room for
All those we like to meat

My Demons: Awakened

My demons: are awakened; 
They're lurking around inside my mind
I've become so bitter, shaken
These demons somehow keep me blind.

These demons are trying to get at me;
Throwing obstacles in my way
My writing these words, be mistaken
But it's just my demons wanting to play.

I find myself in grips by my demons;
As if they had chains on me
Thunderous yelling at myself
In the mirror that sat on the shelf.

Gaps in time unaccounted for;
Missing what had just taken place
I know I have some memory problems, face it
But, this is more like it's Alzheimer's disease.

There are these days I forget my name;
And there isn't anything to blame
Sometimes forgetting where I am
Or are these my demons trying to shame me again.
 
Writing of this makes me uneasy;
I keep telling myself or is this reasons
I ought to choke you to make them stop;
Sometimes, I think my head is going to pop.

You Were Our Sun

You were our sun
Giving us the shine we did not get at home
You lifted us up 
Out of the ditches of our lives

You gave us hope
We did not believe you at first
We thought you were lying to us
We knew who we were

But you did not give up
Inspiring us 
To become
Who we could be
Rather than who our parents thought we were

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