"The York Shire Commons"
Magazine
Presents..........
The Smitten Kitten
and
The Kitty Cat Garbage
GLAM Show
Live at the Beacon Bender Arena
also starring.................
Getty Fantastic and the Menez
Of Troubled Wattaz
Band
Sponsered by Notable Monday Dining Club
and WGAL f.m.
( "F"ing all songs)
Grungy Negging w? crossover Appeal
WGAL "F"ing day and night !
Categories:
grungy, music,
Form: Bio
Olive green bottle garden
once beautified her perfect patio.
Resplendent with venust foliage
and pretty alpine flowering cacti.
Sadly, with declining mobility
its owner no longer ventures outdoors.
Now grungy, its only visitors
are two defecating pigeons.
Categories:
grungy, garden, nature,
Form: Free verse
grumpy grumbling grungy gregarious gremlin Greggory
gratefully grasped grainy grandma’s green grapes in glee
greathearted Gretchen greeted greenhorn grim-reaper with gee
grinning, groovy, grown grandson growled among grimy greenery
grandiose grim-reaper granted gratuities and graves gracefully,
grubby? Gruesome? Graphic? Gruff too Grandparents greedily agree.
gruff, gripping, grotesque, gratifying gravestones, grandiose in glee
grumpy grumbling grungy gregarious gremlin Gregg no longer will be.
Categories:
grungy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Jobs, wives, none, but they love me, and I love my cats
They’d rather play grunge in the garage than chase rats
Learning Alanis Morrisette
discovered her on my cassette
Taste in music changes, I must say they drive me bats
Categories:
grungy, cat, humor,
Form: Limerick
A wintry sun
blinks in and out.
A clock shaped like a sunburst
tic-toc's late,
Saturday lolls in grungy time zones.
Out in the hurrying scurry
dragging half a poem around
head down inside a thought.
Menace barks
behind a chicken-wire fence.
Mind is somewhere on a green hill
semaphoring ideas
to frontal lobes and other matters.
Words come together on a parade-ground.
Pitbull's fall silent
pondering news
broadcast from windblown
graffiti.
The sun tics an eye
then bursts out of sight,
later a flat laptop
will open its mouth to speak.
Categories:
grungy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The I trois1:01 men-nuts long
The first time they s collaborate
Bunch used both electric and
traditional instruments in a fusion
Of we. The origin of togetherness.
Lying to one group to increase the
Interest of another. Making specticails
Of fools, while patting the back and ass
Of the other. When the neglected bunch
Sought redemption, they called to familiar things, familiar situations they joined together. Without guidance men struggle. With those who have been neglected in aeomans compatibility they used stories of more attractive people
Beyond the muck and dirt, who speaks kinder? When she needs me, what until then. Yes says enough. Tomorrows lover, yesterday's man. RowOne Seat One!, The Lute, The Oboe,and the Chello
. Woman Drawers, her panties! The Next Morning
Sumthangs Specail. Grungy Groove. Ah Ooh: ah ooh!
These were the titled for bassy stringed marinaded meatez. The right thang at the right time. Music for lovers!
Categories:
grungy, art, music,
Form: Ballad
My front end needs alignment and my rear end sags a lot
My vinyl seats get cold in fall; in summer they're too hot
Beneath the seats; old french fries, pennies, napkins, Laura Scudders
My fuel intake is kind of rough, sometimes it coughs and sputters
My lights are growing dimmer and my gas tank's sprung a leak
My steering wheel's bent out of shape; my windshield wipers squeek
My engine's losing power and my tires have lost their tread
My spark plugs all have lost their fire, my radio's gone dead.
My axle's looking fractured, and my frame is rusting through
My paint job's getting faded and my brakes are fading too
My oil is getting grungy, my speedometer flat-lined
My A/C blows warm air and my transmission tends to grind
This car of which I speak is ME (in case you didn't know)
It's running rough, but still it gets me where I need to go
These classic wheels still get around - they just move r e a l l y s l o w!
written 31 Oct 2021
Categories:
grungy, age, car,
Form: Rhyme
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer."
Psalm 19:14
Discretion drives an unpredictable wedge
into sheltered, relaxed, indiscreet lives.
Its thunder designs to whet the cutting edge
of thinking which stays safely in the archives
of routine – same-o grungy words and garbage.
An effective author might sometime contrive
to create a more concrete channel for language
where skillful articulation wants to thrive.
Virtue mixes committment and knowledge
smoothly, so God’s Word (truth) and tact survive.
October 27, 2021
Categories:
grungy, 11th grade, muse, word
Form: Dizain
Floating slowly across the sky
grey fluffy clouds above up high...
Wonder if the rain will come
grungy view appearing glum.
The setting sun descends her arc
creeping in the night of dark
where dreams await to embark
yet another morning start.
Categories:
grungy, morning, sky, sunset,
Form: Verse
She peeked through the keyhole espying a messy cool lair
she ate up the tiniest bowl she could find
disheveled, disarrayed, disordered were they with wild hair
She chose a tiny seat and turned a bears world upside down
smash went the wood, and he howled
grungy, grimy and grubby were they and sadly they frowned
She cleaned up there mess though she caused them distress
come the night, the little wee bed fit just right
muddled, mussed and mussy were they but also such bless
She learned how to live in a world full of bears in plain sight
though she called them all "dears, "
it was the baby bear she called, beautiful, beloved and bright
Categories:
grungy, analogy, community,
Form: Rhyme
Take me back to 2003
the world in front of me
at the age of just 18
naive exploratory
athletic grungy
high or grumpy
girlfriend hunting
drink drug slumping
fresh faced and firm
breezy absent concern
working out for the burn
rewarding spliffs in return
Hangover..... what's that?
get smashed, get back,
no course, no track
no thoughts, no facts
Limp Bizkit Linkin Park
Who Let The Dogs Out our bark
Eminem topped the chart
subwoofers rocked the cars
3 Lions on my shirt
penalty shoot out hurt
Red Rose on my shirt
England beat the Earth
2000 hid the beacon
01 my sport was peaking
02 girls heavy breathing
03 now lets repeat it
Categories:
grungy, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
An unreflective Bodhisattva
nods to the unwashed dishes.
Once again I seek my morning
liberation by ways of a dark libation
Next a phlegmy mantra
gummed through spongy lips.
“I sleep, I wake. I sleep, I wake”
The mug is perfunctorily rinsed,
the stains of past desires
ring the rim like hungry ghosts.
I am aware of not being aware.
Ipso facto: I am aware,
but only in the cracks
between random thoughts.
Sweetness comes in pink packets.
The sacraments are torn open
two at a time with habitual practice.
A Zen-like work,
by rote and thought-free.
The percolator bubbles a last breath.
Like the Tathagata, I am truly gone.
An arm pours black oozing bliss
Into my mug.
A beatific smile
escapes from grungy features.
Categories:
grungy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Seventies fur vests wet in the rain
Stinky but still in style so we wore them
Until they shredded and fell off our dirty shirts.
Cotton shirts no longer crisp but with wide ruffles at their wrist marks.
Soft dirty wrinkly blue jeans that smelled a bit gamey.
No one noticed that they never made it to the laundry pile.
Being rank was part of our revolution, a clothing protest
To the Viet Nam War where our poorest were being sacrificed daily.
We scrunched together in Volkswagen busses,
Traveling to Washington, where we could hold our signs.
And protest our truth, where wet fur vests were parading about
Along with grungy headbands and dreadlocks on white teenagers.
Leaving the silk and satin of the sixties back in the small towns
Where their youth thought they had to have a wedding to have sex.
We knew better. We did not care about crisp smooth wrapping paper
Or prancing ribbons on packages. We were uncomfortable and glad.
Categories:
grungy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Ballad
For years I’ve had an old dodge pick-up truck
It sits in high grass in my far away backyard
She was a great prop for fun family style portraits
A very classic look for rustic type kids portraits
But now there’s no seat to sit in the truck
So she sits with the trees in the very far backyard
Kids and birds love to play in my wild backyard
Once an owl perched on the mirror for some portraits
And blended in with the peeling paint on the truck
That old truck still rusts in my backyard for great grungy portraits
7-11-2019
This Old Jalopy Contest
sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
grungy, car, old,
Form: Tritina
AnthroCentrism
grows from globally rabid nihilism.
As cynicism
grows from anthropocentric roots
As narcissism
grows from cynical Lose/Lose
trampling our Win/Win EarthTribe opportunities
in over-marching,
uneconomically smart
unecologically naive
anti-ego/ecosystemic,
stomping bully boots.
What the USSR Military-Terrorist Party
learned the hard way,
their Russian mafia metamorphosis
has learned a simpler
continuing kleptocratic way:
When plundering and raping your own people
and Earth's international climate of active nutritional hope,
it is easier
and less transparent
to not have the unfortunate responsibilities
of actual
factual RealTalk
and RealWalk governing service provision
Like developing robust health and climate care systems
and building safe railroads and bike paths
and viable water and sewer systems
and healthy soil
and potable water supplies
and breathable air
and not quite so yang-fired up
win/lose competitive capital hoarding
among just-us AnthroCentric plutocrats.
Would that Apprentice Donald
had stayed private mafia likewise
rather than fiddling and twittering
extracting and walling
making America grungy again.
Categories:
grungy, america, conflict, earth day,
Form: Political Verse
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