Poke and point and pince and prod
My penniless pockets
And a bra unable to uphold,
A breast to guarantee your rest
Lay in alleys in all your ailing worries
And sloughs of spittle
Splurged and purged b'neath your body.
Hold me, honour me,
Caress the cares entangled within my clumped hair
Harass the proficient proclamations of love,
Laying alongside my broken body.
I dare leer at the lies, leashing my soul to your life
For I do but believe
Boys breed bearded brawlers
And flesh too calloused to caress
And I vacate a vacuum
Of hands vying for the wet of my sex
And the sucking cumbersome succumbing
Salary, siezing a lustful lustre to shine 'pon my sultry gaze
You sadly
have the
raw look
of a
fossil,
dried up
and used
Every woman
deserves
better
than to
deal with
the likes
of you
The loud
delusions
in your
messy head
created
your feelings
of existential
dread
But yet
your photo
makes you
look like
a hapless
creature
already long
dead.
Note: This poem is about an incel on Tumblr who decided to harass me. Also, do mind your manners when speaking to me. Otherwise you might become the subject of a poem, and not in a way that's pleasant.
Outside
barely sublime
friendship still
holds
hands of branches
clasped
it’s cold
but enduring
its strength
encourages me
through the pane
Inside
angel, still
giggles atop
the winding garland
of silver; just
the right touch
why harass the boy
whose smothered
the fake pine
with so many
loving ornaments
I have been graciously blessed by class,
That defines my place gauge not to trespass;
How fast my eyes comprehend,
Than my silent ears pretend
To grasp the state of fairness, mind harass...
INTRO
From Little Lucy Creek up to Signal Hill
The cry of the crow cracks the morning still
Since the first smoke wisp curled round his bill
That crooked smile hides his secret still
The cardinal wakens wise old eyes
When the blues of the jay match the evening skies
Since feather took flight it's been no surprise
Bones yearn to bend lest they ossify
Since feather found bone in an iridescent way
That old rainbow rogue holds mysterious sway
He'll harry the sparrow and harass the jay
Likely stay that way til the very last day
BRIDGE
The class of the order is the genius of the genus
The keys to the kingdom of the family tree
Round his neck like the locket of a beautiful Venus
But cunning is the gem of his jew-el-ry
OUTRO
From Crooked Creek down to the old stone mill
The river of life holds its mystery still
The water may tumble but the tale won't spill
Til the last sand fills up the crooked bill
This tale is about Pickle Onion Percy
Who is besotted with a little cocktail pickle called Tracy Tickle
Many hours are spent together chatting and laughing
On a warm soft fresh slice of rye pumpernickel
Now, Percy is known for being somewhat fickle
He is poor and only possesses a nickel
He is the target of Asparagus and Gherkin… who take the mickle
Who harass and bully him …. As tears down Percys face do trickle
Truth is , Gherkin and Asparagus also fancy the sweet Tracy Tickle
Though she thinks they are bullies and so very mean
Both tall ,weird and lumpy looking
And horrible shades of green
Tracy Tickle only has eyes for Percy Pickle
Asparagus and Gherkin actually make her feel quite sickle
Percy is sweet, funny and kind
Tracy desperately wants to become Mrs Pickle!
If you hate me, say it to my face
Don't lie or hide in a secret place
I'd rather hear the truth, no matter the pain
Than be surrounded by deceit and shame
Bullies and liars, they tear me apart
I'd rather cry alone, with a broken heart
Than be with those who use and harass me
And bring only darkness and misery
Honesty and respect, my soul's desire
No false pretenses, let our bond be fire
Don't masquerade as friends, with deceitful glee
My well-being is worth more than any lie
I'd rather stand alone, with tears in my eyes.
Than be surrounded, by deceitful lies.
In buses, on bikes, as passengers in Ubers
Faces blur and deeds collide.
Sprint down streets, stuck behind the slow,
always in passing I see stories unfold.
Quick check behind in case of cars,
None in sight but there's a beep.
Cyclists are invisible to pedestrians with places to be.
Taxi beeps at taxi and beeped at hops out
To harass the beeper with a wagging finger.
Apology, apology, I demand apology!
Delivery driver on a monster truck e-bike;
Near miss with a clueless tourist.
It's all too much for one man to keep.
I try to write them as they happen
but seconds pass and the moment is gone.
Passing, always passing, these moments with people
that we'll never know
but for a second,
laid bare on their face is themselves
whole and complete.
Each day has a second to be remembered.
Gather them, pick them, stuff them in your pockets.
Each day has a second for us all.
Little feet tender and coy
The streams mirror her luminescent joy
Golden locks cascading down her arms
White dahlias cupped in her palms
She roams endlessly the mountain of rocks
Frolicking about in her bright frocks
She stands clad in a white veil
Her tears a muffled wail
White ribbons harass her wrists
Church bells resonate through the trysts
White visatrias' frangrance wisp away
As sweet as her innocence is stripped astray
Pray tell, the wretched life of a dame
We preach in God's name
no child play involved
wipe your tears stand up tall
become STOIC; keeps you emotionally stable
walk with PRIDE; judge what don't compare
be EGOTISTICAL; don't care for anyone
think BUSINESS; profit off every thing
dress for SUCCESS; look valuable
keep a good STATUS; become desirable
have STYLE; expensive labels only
savoir your FINANCES; safeguard with vaults, gold, policies
lead with CONTROL; dominate no matter what
be SELFISH; crumb your wife, splurge with a mistress
have fantasy INDULGENCE; feed your appetite of pleasures
stay DECISIVE; wrong choice lose money
always PRIORITZE; money, pleasures, family
have dark DESIRES; harass and stalk who you can't have
be NON-MONOGAMUS; create a polyamorous way of living
Stay HAPPY; control, harm, and hinder
Family programs used to abuse me
Relationship programs used to abandon me
Friendship programs used to outcast me
Resource programs used to hinder me
Society programs used to influence me
Institutional programs used to distort me
Principality programs used to discredit me
Municipality programs used to harass me
Mass media programs used to haunt me
Religious programs used to control me...
I am standing with healed wounds,
I am stronger the expected,
I am wiser without a doubt,
I am present without resentment,
I am fearless, brave and powerful
I am free.
Ft Leonard Wood Mo.1961
Combat Engineers
Miracle Man
10/18/2024
Most days we awoke feeling quite asinine,
choice wasn’t to get up or remain supine.
The bugle was telling us rise and shine,
fall in formation “cruits” and ditch the whine.
After a five mile hike you’ll be feeling fine,
with their way of thinking we wouldn’t align.
Our canteens contained water tasting like brine,
with spit shined boots each cleaned his carbine.
K.P. and cleaning grease traps is hard to define,
another duty intended to harass but was benign.
Just one lousy gig got us a barracks confine,
but finally after 9 weeks we were on cloud nine.
All this happened with purpose and by design,
to make men of boys that would toe the line.
she sat casually on the edge of the bridge
did she not know what those legs did to a man’s libido?
no male walking past could resist a backward look
her legs were shapely, her shiny red boots oozing a promise of sex
a few women waking past gave the girl a nasty glance
she did not notice, her confidence was overflowing
she was pretty, young, perky, and sensual and she knew it
we sailors were careful not to harass her in any way
we discussed those legs and those boots for hours
none of us could get them out of our minds
she had been outrageously seductive; did she know it?
How could she not? one of the sailor asked.
This happened twenty-two years ago.
A fantastic memory until today
when I saw my twenty year old daughter wearing the same boots.
I wanted to body-guard her, but my wife would not let me.
Sward of Democrats was hangin' mo' Ike a Dewey pi
Justice Stooge an too others, Supreme an Di
Invikings to Prez Ball tis no brainer who'll bee Oval sitter, Xi?
She be wearin' her Party dress tis knot Caramel Harass, Duhlin'
Cameron Diaz Party dress "Calm Red" dear, dunce pardon's, Dolly's
all begins with~Vladimir, peace at last Zelinsky up in the queue, Stalin'g-Time.
Bullies
Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound
In schools, institutions, and in businesses,
Who create ruckuses that serve no purpose
But to show passionless feelings of meanness,
Filled with vindictiveness, jealousy, and spite,
In schools, institutions, and in businesses.
Indifferent to others, they harass and fight,
Irresponsible for the scars they impart
Through their vindictiveness, jealousy, and spite,
Employing words and actions to poison hearts
And disrupt the flow of cordial interactions,
Irresponsible for the hurt they impart.
Temper-tantrum clods using intimidation
Who are conceited, narcissistic, and deranged,
Disrupting the flow of cordial interactions.
From the cradle to the grave, they seldom change;
Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound,
Conceited, narcissistic, vain, and deranged,
And create ruckuses that serve no purpose.
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