They accuse me of cutting of my cock
Just to wear a frock
And hang about in bogs
When all I want
Is the peace to piss
Or to piss in peace
Just another of their
Disgusting spiels
Designed to turn me extreme
But hate is there language
Not mine I just rhyme
Im happy it’s gone
My meaty schlong
It just hung there all flaccid
It was always so wrong
But it never once said
Get this straight in your head
That off I should go
On the chance
A women to catch
In the stench of the lavs
I mean
Who’s idea was that
What warped mind
Full of hate could create
Such absurdist disgrace
Or maybe they reveal
A piece of them selves
All twisted and dark
So self loathing and reviled
Then push it out on the world
Rather than live with their shame
So as billionaires burn the world to the ground
And presidents and princes
Abuse kids with no charges
Of course they want you focused on me
Cos I’m the real threat
Cos I cut of my cock
Unsavory characters lewdly hang about
nowhere I want to spend my time
~ staying home’s looking mighty fine
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I kinda like stupid people
I fit in
But their questions doth
Amuse
No -I usually hang about McDonald’s dressed in a uniform
I call it niche cosplay
Yes sir I do know who I am speaking to
You gave me access to your information
Although you maybe someone pretending to be you
Sorry need to explain
these are my attempts to be fired from employment
Now
if you ask me again
If you ask me again it will be a different now
Do you work here?
Do you know who you are talking to?
Do you know what time it is?
Actually heard someone coming back from lunch
That they slept in
We should make the next year coming 2026
Just miss 2025 out
Could you imagine future historians trying to figure it out
Would you like to explain yourself
Well are we talking anatomically physically
Do you need a breakdown of the word yourself
I would explain but I am unsure if you could
grasp it
Here is some drawings or a ball of tin foil to play with
You are meant to start at 8
I did
I just didn’t start here
Can you email when you have finished those reports
Dear Carl
When you have finished those reports
Well worn and read, “The Pearl.”
The end. I’ll start at the beginning.
Strung pearls around my neck -
I dare
to wear them to the library.
My coworker has to tell me,
she only wears hers to church.
Well, I’ll be. These came straight
from China, not free
but not expensive.
Sparknotes, my friend,
reminds me that a great find, a precious jewel
might hang about one’s neck
like a rock. Perhaps,
you feel lucky, but everyone dies around you.
What do you have left, but a story -
a pearl of a story. In the end
it is taken back to its home.
There, it is not so rare.
I wear my pearls everywhere.
T’was perhaps by dint of fate
Or some demonic spell
That I, a sock, was granted
The gift of sniff-less smell
I gaged and retched in darkness
Of a foot’s pungent aroma
Finally, I fled the scene
Became a match-less roamer
I hang about old laundramats
With socks lost and unfound
They share a single loneliness
A fading hope of being found
Not me, I shout, I shan’t return
It’s the wanderer’s life I seek
For I miss not the brogans
And those feet that truly reek
Yet, you may see me resting
In the warmth of sunset’s fail
Singing songs of corns and bunions
As I walk that lost sock trail
Waiting at the bus stop,
it started with a glance,
but somehow, they got talking,
pretty much by chance,
when the 501 arrived,
they both went up the stairs,
where luckily there was,
a front seat they could share,
Jess said how she liked,
to sit and watch the view,
Sam pointed out the mast,
and other landmarks too,
the bus meandered onwards,
through worlds of brick and stone,
they talked of life beyond college,
and all the things they’d known,
Jess was half expecting,
for Sam to ask her out,
with the town hall clock in sight,
she couldn’t hang about,
soon they would both disembark,
to go their separate ways,
she felt now was the moment,
for her to seize the day,
Jess told him her tutorial,
was due to end at four,
Sam said he’d be waiting,
by the refectory door...
Vagrant thoughts
Hang about the corners
Of my mind
Idly tormenting each other
Daring
At least one
To take hold
Take shape
Cast a shadow
On the unknown.
©4/19/2023
Writing Contest - 'V' Words Poetry Contest
Constance LaFrance - sponsor
There is a site
just here,
yes, here. Somewhere.
I hover, dangle, hang about,
just here.
You can hold a mouse,
press it just here, or just here,
and you hear a click.
It may even squeak.
A mouse does so, so much.
Such a sight
on this site.
Sometimes it’s light
or often a fright.
But such a sight
on this site.
Oh, such a site!
(February 2022)
My mate must have seen the big grin on my face
He said spill it man, is that grin glued in place
I had to confess since the day I got wed
That I’d never had such a good time in bed
I told him I’d tell him but it’s a bit rude
Just spice up your sex life with plenty of food
So take a ring donut, a bagel will do
Just make sure the middle will slip over ‘you’
Some pineapple rings and some dark chocolate sauce
Some hundreds and thousands, and whipped cream of course
Those sprinkles make winkles that look pretty tasty
Your wife will leap on to the bed pretty hasty
It might be quite wobbly so try not to cough
At least till your lady has licked it all off
My mate said it sounds like an orgy in Rome
I can’t hang about I’m going straight home
The next time we met he was wearing a frown
In a hospital bed in a hospital gown
I could tell he was bandaged below the waist
He said my advice he had taken in haste
I followed your plan plus a cherry on top
My wife dropped her nightie but then I said ‘STOP!’
Your food plan, my friend, wasn't good for my health
It looked so damned good that I ate it myself
Halloween is here!
But have no fear!
This is my guide so you survive.
Beware the graveyards full of ghosts and ghouls.
The graveyard is where you will see zombies feasting.
Stay in the light, form large groups, don't be fools.
Beware the alleys vampires hang about usually toff.
One look in their eyes and… boo! You're paralyzed.
Carry holy water, garlic and a cross, it fights them off.
Beware the skies alien abductions!
Butt probes, clench cheeks, hopefully you stay breathing.
This one's unavoidable good luck, maybe try some ruction?
Beware they pull you in with sweet smells, and words, it’s bewitchery.
It's diabolical, witches plans with humans hypnotized.
Show some cautionary there's lots of trickery.
Halloween is here!
But have no fear!
Follow this guide and you will survive.
(A. Bonds)
10-29-20
words used, alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed, Halloween, feasting, diabolical
As last surviving acorn,
I hang about all day.
My skin is smooth and swarthy
Beneath a chic beret.
Horse chestnuts call me puny
But I don’t really care
For Mother shared a secret
Of which they’re unaware.
She said ‘Son just be patient
And hold your head up high
For one day you’ll have branches
That reach up to the sky.
The birds will serenade you
Throughout your lifelong days
And you’ll provide a shelter
For squirrels in their dreys.
Though wintry winds may batter,
We oaks will stand our ground
And one day, little acorn
Your splendour will astound.’
So now if others mock me
And label me a joke,
I chuckle, knowing some day
I’ll be that mighty oak.
18.04.20
The Last Acorn Poetry Contest -sponsored by John Lawless
Boogers To You
by M. Griswold
012700
There's all kinds of boogers that come from your snotz
Depending on the weather is the form that you gotz
Also the shape of a nose and the size of the hole
Makes a difference when extracting in part or in whole
Now if you look at it this way or that way you just gotta say
They are an irritation and create a blockage if they stay
Boogers are a nuisance that only get in the way
So ya gotta pluck'm out and flick'm away
There's little ones and soft ones but the big ones I dread
Those are the hefty ones that when pulled flatten your head
Then there's always those stringy boogers that intertwine
You feel their unraveling all the way through your mind
They stick to the hairs and are painful when plucked
Them dried pieces of snotz that are there to obstruct
Boogers itch your snout and sometimes hang about
Embarrassing you most when a friend points them out
Get rid of them all now, right this very moment
Before a friend makes some snide, rude comment
So, here's boogers to my friend in all the pick'n you do
And be sure to blow and wipe cleanly when you’re through
I'm sick of all the jealous people, I need more in my life
Something more meaningful, something, with less strife
Everyone is always b.tching, having nothing better to do
For them, life is just a competition so shallow that is you
Fed up; of having, to pick myself up from your insecurity
I can no longer be a part in your lack of untruth impurity
As you thought, the grass was greener on the other side
You played every trick, but now caught out that you lied
Left me standing in a mine-field without a safe route out
As you stand on the side-walk, waiting for your hand out
What on earth are you waiting for, I am not coming back
I don’t hang about for those that who in integrity do lack
But I’m not jumping; just waiting for the right time to go
I'm not losing everything, just to give you the smug glow
Whilst wiping up the blood from that last run in from hell
But please, try to get over yourself, it is nothing personal
Sea-Gull-chicken
The two baby gulls II have been watching
Have grown rapidly in the last few days
Today they are out flapping their wings
Not quite daring to fly.
Over the circle the mother gull. shrieks
A warning, but it could also have said, fly
You little bastards I will not feed you more.
They hang about on the roof the world is
Such a big place.
Tottering back to their nest behind
The chimney, perhaps tomorrow, I like
To be there when they fly.
Born in Berkeley, California
a product of the wild 70’s
just a lost white brother
hanging about
downtown
brothers
can you hang about
listen to me lover
wildness left from the 60’des
want to fly away from California
brothers
leave the 60’s
ride away my lover
can you dig that without a doubt
born in Berkeley, California
based on writers.com balance poetry form prompt. also written as a postcard fragment from Berkeley Bob to a friend expressing his desire to leave Berkeley to travel someday
PS I grew up in Berkeley in the late 60's 70s graduated from BHS in 1974 so I can relate to this poem. in a sense, I never left or rather I travel the world but Berkeley lives on in my Soul
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