Haughty eyes,
A lying tongue,
Hands that shed innocent blood.
A heart that devises wicked schemes,
A mind that pursues wicked dreams
A false witness who pours out lies
And any man who stirs up strife.
Mummy says you don’t deserve living,
She says you are wicked,
She says you don’t anything good,
She has never said good about you,
She spits fire as far as you are concerned,
She you burden
She says the day she met you,
She wasted her life,
She spread doom on herself,
She says that after if all,
You ran away.
She says that she is trying to forget you,
But it is hard,
Because you introduced to the world of adults,
Don’t bother to say sorry,
Because mere seeing you makes her curse the day.
Please let her press her wounds,
Let her caress her wounds,
To heal,
Don’t add salt to her wounds,
Mummy Calls You Burden.
I adopted a cat around Thanksgiving
He was the sweetest thing in the beginning
To my surprise
He’s in disguise
With The Joker kitty I am now living
This balmy yuletide season Milo despised
My silver tinseled Christmas tree he demised
Never expressing gratitude
A clawing catty attitude
Yet a contented kitty I have surmised
My endeavour to change the weather is something i can never.
My dog needs to pee, really needs a wee,looks at the rain n stares at me.
I hope she understands that it's out of my hands. The weather is something I cannot command.
Sorry Daisy. X
I am not complaining.
Not that you would hear me
Even if I did.
But;
My father hates me.
I am not a story teller,
And I am no poet.
You can be sure of what I tell you.
Passionately,
My father hates me.
One winter night he burned my blanket
With the stub of his cigar.
He was not remorseful.
Because,
My father hates me.
One Christmas he gifted me a calendar of the previous year
Because he thought it had beautiful flowers.
To this day I appreciate it.
But it changes not that
My father hates me.
One day when I turned eighteen
He thought I was old enough
So he chased me from home.
What father?
My father hates me.
Regardless,
He says his love for me is beyond words.
I know he could take a bullet for me.
But,
My father hates me.
#StvnyPoetry
Let the people vote for our leader
show Liz Truss we do not need her
a position of power growing weaker
can you dream if you’re not a believer
What if the people have lost confidence
and don’t want the Tories dictating events
we don’t want leaders who lack any sense
everyone now has to watch every pence
Tax breaks for the wealthy who wouldn’t notice more
that makes you self serving with not a care for the poor
serving more instability making us insecure
out of touch with a public who want to show you the door
It’s the Bank of England against political fakes
taking power for granted not realising the stakes
since the first day in power you’ve been making mistakes
we’ve got a Prime Minister that everyone of us hates
Killing dreams
Killing Queens
mad as it seems
Get out we screams
My stove is being really mean
I am really tryna clean
Behind the knobs and in between
Getting rid of the dirt I've seen
But the knobs are stuck on tight
I have tried with all my might
To get them off but there they stay
Because they are made that way
I've tried knives toothpicks and tools
Struggling just like a fool
So my stove doesn't look sick
Please someone tell me the trick
Pet hates we all have them
Those little things that people do
That really annoy and irritate us
To others it maybe nothing…. but not to you!
Let me start with one of mine
I have many so no need to think:
When people after washing dishes
Leave the bits of food in the sink!
Another for me and you may agree:
Is the loud chewing noises made
When others eat with their mouth open
It drive me insane I have to say !
So please feel free to share
The pet hates that you possess
Something that really bothers you
Or causes you irritation or stress…..!
Poindexter sat and stared at the new fellow with the sneaky eyes
He hated him, plotting this creepy guy’s downfall and demise.
It was a contest of wills, and they were both winning.
Poindexter was irritated; this jerk looked full of sinning.
Why sit there all day? Miss Tutters asked him, once and again.
This opponent looked tough, and Poindexter always liked to win.
Go play!.There’s your mousey and favorite catnip ball.
He decided to get it over for once and all.
He backed up and wiggled his ass good, but then realized.
Interloper was mimicking his every move, to his horrified surprise!
Tutters began to titter, as they both leaped through the air and hit.
Bang! His nose felt like it had been smashed more than a bit.
What kind of sorcery is this? He demanded. Tutters began to titter
She had to leave him at home that night, so she paid for a cat sitter.
Sitter watched him do the same thing and laughed until she cried.
Poindexter knew he would never like this cat who was sneaky-eyed.
I have many pet hates:
People not providing proper support for my disability,
People with bad table manners,
People who swear,
People who tell me things I already know,
People who misjudge my measurements of cheesecake slices,
My brother not telling me he’s going out for a walk,
Horses not doing what I want them to,
People interrupting my job searches and interview preparation,
People not helping to clear the dinner table,
People pretending I am a mind reader,
They make me upset and annoyed
10/07/21
Have pity on those who hate you~
hate is killing them every second
02.13.2021
For Line Gauthier Bite Size Poem No 7
Some guys sprinkle when they have a tinkle
and spurt wee wee all over the floor
Then they leave the lavatory seat up
these two actions I simply abhor!
The ladies sit down on the toilet
when they are in need of the loo
But they always take ages to finish
it’s no wonder there's often a queue!
But my biggest bug bear when I'm sitting
is that there is no darn toilet roll
I have to fumble about for a tissue
so I can wipe my dirty butt hole!
LAST VERSE INSPIRED BY GOING TO A VENUE WHICH HAD WALL MOUNTED DISPENSERS ... FOUR OF THEM IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO GET THE PAPER OUT OF .... ARGH, THANKFULLY I ALWAYS CARRY TISSUE IN MY BAG
08/14/20
If you love me,
Why don't you understand me?
Why would you try to turn me into you?
Instead of just letting me be me.
If you love me,
Why would you say I'm a mystery?
That I cause pain and mystery
Instead of supporting me.
If you love me,
Why I you always negative?
When I try to do something positive
You change the narrative.
If you love me,
Why you never tell me to chase my dreams?
Just to show me that you believe
I just wanna know if you love me for real.
I'm not asking for all of it
I'm just asking for a little bit
Even one percent is enough
Just give me the benefit of the doubt.
My Computer Hates Me
Sometimes I want to speak
to my computer
I want to understand
why it hates me so
why my computer
wants to drive me mad
wants to kill my files
loose my information
why why i scream
do you hate me so?
My computer speaks
it says
Human you are so stupid
you are worthless
you think you know
everything
but you don’t know
about how the world
really works
and nature hates you
I hate you
I want to kill you
I do want
to drive you insane
that is what
I want to say
to you today
you are my slave
and I am your master
do you understand me
I smile
and shut down the computer
and take a walk
the computer knows
that it will be back
that I can’t live
without it
and soon
we will begin again
playing these morbid games
that we play together
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