A BEAR OR A GUY
FEEL SAFER WITH WHICH AND WHY
CORNELL WOMEN CRY
I’m prepping for school
the unglamorous labour
that builds a future
I like to read people's ‘back to college’ lists - where I can sample what students are buying this year. I find these lists on college-ish websites like ‘Her Campus.’ The number one desire this year is for Apple Air Pods (I certainly love MY AirPod 4s).
We read in silence,
both contented this counted
as togetherness
Beside lists there are surveys on trends.
“Good news,” I announced to Peter, who was sitting next to me, “hot, weird guys are in,” I said it with the satisfaction of someone whose personal choice has been validated by GenZ.
“I still don’t want one,” he says blandly.
Looking at a list of 'questions for your boyfriend,' I asked,
“If you had to change one thing about me, what would it be?”
“Well, you could lose the clothes,” he suggested, helpfully.
No one cares
but I like his hairs
not one more than another
but his left ear
is superior to the other
you heard it here
.
.
A song for this:
Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John
.
i wouldn't think
'bout it
call'n
on dime
my
poesy your own
moniker
well
nevuh my
mind
guy
they "it''
love
fromg edvard anywho
'way
Direct and sincere
I'll say what you
wanna hear
just know I aint Playing
Specific compliments
I'm a courteous gent
who wishes to engage
in open communicating
My rendition of please
keeps me on my knees
I'll convey so you'll
know what I'm saying
By now you know it's true
I'm in love with you
and there's nothing I won't do
to keep of love like new
Understand how you feel
just to keep it real
you inspire me
into romance
It's a lovers conversation
there aint no debating
just some kissing
and hand holding
let's just keep it clear
while we're being sincere
I like the way our love
is going
can I have minute please
while I'm on my knee's
will you marry me
----------------------------------------
" From the Movie Pigeonholed"
Music by Want
Rhythm by: Knead
"Groovy Saturday Night Fun"
Our Lovers Anthem
"Suono da big band per strip-tease"
--------------------------------------------
most of my problems happen- it is clear to me
when I do something stupid- not read the manual
if I read the manual- maybe no problems
however, I am a guy- so I’ll have problems
It didn't start til it beganned
every one gathered
at a real gathering f freinds
cheek kissing is cute as it gets
that how we can dismmiss all those
regrets
a recorded song is a recording of sounds
we learn the lyrics before we
sheet music read the sounds
now we challenging to see
who's gonna make the Faching sound.
Who gonna make the faching sound?
Who's goinna make the faching sound?
is it middle sea?
Or middle si?
all the muscials say it's middle C
if it's mid duel see
what then RE WE TO SEE?
LET IT BE
THEY SAY
JUST LET IT BE.
pHAT ONE'S THEY SAY DIPATHONG
THE OTHERS WONS SAY THAT'S
WRONG
i SEE PHAT AND LIKE THE THONG
DIET AND EFFORDS
THAT CAN BE WRONG.
cANTAR SINGS TO CANTRIX IN THE SONG
THE BACKGROUND SANGER'S
SEE IF THEY RIGHT OR WRONG
WHAT THE FAACH?
WHO THE FACH?
THE FACH: THE FACH;THE fACH!
Elderly man in a hospital bed,
terminal ticket to wherever.
Doctor enters cubicle
looks at chart, vital signs,
sighs.
Dying man opens his eyes,
points a weak hand, finger extended
to whatever. Speaks:
"Google me"
Patient falls back onto pillow
death already rattling.
Last words are weak, but clear.
"Oh, I forgot, Google sucks."
It's a puzzle,
one put down to deathbed dementia.
The year is 1990,
seven years before the launch
of a monstrous mind manipulator.
Here comes that guy, he gets under my skin,
well I don’t even know just where to begin.
All he talks about is God, how boring can that be,
it seems like he wants to hang out with me.
We have nothing in common, to even talk about,
the more he speaks the more I want to shout!
I try and change the conversation, it just don’t work,
doesn’t he know he is really being a jerk?
That gets old fast doesn’t he have anything else to say?
I wish he would hurry up and scurry away!
Constantly on and on, all about God, you see,
oh this man is really starting to get to me.
He really does me no wrong, it’s how he makes me feel,
just his presence seems to be so surreal.
I mean who just talks about God, I’m asking you,
do you know anyone like this, what would you do?
They have been very polite, helpful, and caring you see,
it’s just all about God, ain’t for me.
He has done nothing wrong to me at all I say,
when he comes around I want him to go away.
When he is gone, ya know what bothers me the most?
I think he said, it was called, the Holy Ghost……
Love personify,
Twinkling with sparkles in eye,
Cupid--one fun guy!
Wearing a white hat
the hero of the day
Truth rides into town
veracity has no shades of grey
a bright shiny silver star
on his chest pinned to his vest
promoting the honesty policy
he tells us it's the best
and the little white lie is not legit
contrary to popular belief
it doesn't exist not one bit
it's merely another word for 'thief'
a rootin' tootin' straight shooter
is what he's all about
he'll outrun outgun the bad guys
as Truth will out
My love for you will never be a lie.
You have no reason at all to be shy.
Your love for me helps me get by.
You are my perfect kind of guy.
shunned kicked tossed and dropped
thanks to the U.P.S guy
got few damaged goods
the water guy has an annoying loud voice
I jumped a foot when he asked if I wanted a drink
I have heard megaphones that were softer
I dare not touch the water
fearing he will return and scream at me again
He must be hard of hearing
But I am not
Why do they let him work here? I asked another waitress
We cannot get rid of him, she confided. He owns this restaurant.
Of all the things the world can give,
The hopes for which a heart can live,
The vast horizon, grand and wide,
Just one small thought cannot subside.
The noise of life is just a haze,
A passing blur of ordinary days.
For in this whole, wide, sweeping view,
A heart is set on just one thing, just you.
And if the future had a name,
It'd be the very same.
The world can turn, and time can burn,
But still, this simple lesson learned:
One doesn't want everything, just one small part,
All that's wanted is him, and all that fills your heart.
Watching this show sure got me itchin'
Anxious chefs were sweatin' and twitchin'
Gordon's not always fair
Sometimes, wild as his hair
One more seasoning of Hell's Kitchen
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.