A heckler in the audience
Makes his point out proud
In an audience of shadows,
The flesh and bone stand out
I’m willing to hear you out —
That other voice in my head
The benefit of the mightiest doubt —
No difference at all
Between said and unsaid
A puppet on the heartstrings
Can’t dance by himself
Just like the way a castrato sings
You’re glad it’s someone else
I’m ready to tuck you in—
That other voice in my head
One out of two of us sure to win
Here’s hoping it’s not
Some third-party instead
Oh no, not you again
I’ve heard all you have to say
You’re nobody’s king of conversation,
But some genius said
You could join the fray
That heckler in the audience —
Just so happens that he’s right
He’s the kindest of all my assailants
He’d walk me thru the most bitter night
Categories:
heckler, angst, anxiety, confusion, mental
Form: Lyric
Aye kid, Baby joe
You should know the norms
The world is filled with phonies
Shouting behind the curtains
Do nothin but only to blame
Aye kid, little joe
Cover your eyes, plug your ears
You will know nothing but fears
Why do people not care
Whoever may speak the truths
All lost in herd of sheeps
Aye Kid, little Rebel joe
Let the birds chirp from behind
Where you shout, everyone bites
The world just keep burning on and on
To them nothing seems to matter
Their words filled with nothing but void
Aye kid, big Angry joe
Just be the norms
Become the phony
Close the curtains
Be the sheep
Join the herd
Don't think
Coward that you are
You can only do nothing,
but learn to blame
Aye! lonely, Heckler Joe
Be that you are
Forever insane, ignore the sheep
Soon you will find peace in this chaos
Just think not as one but as Own.
not from your heart, but from within your soul
Let the phonies blame,
But you must become sane
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Categories:
heckler, conflict, confusion, courage, humanity,
Form: Blank verse
Pro Wrestling Tagboard
Main Event Programming
World Champions
Linton " The Heckler " Crampton
&
" The Kreul " Selmer Hurd
Engaged in Grapplefare verses
" Big " Bibby Shuttercrest
&
" The Big Knuckle" Jorge Gigerium
With Manager Richard.Grindhart
Special guest referee
" Succii Sentualist " Borge Calloway
A classic encounter. The fans made the most of it by teasing Big Bibby, and Booing Grindhart
Several exchanges and also of wrestling, and 10:20 Gigerium quieted the crowd when he
Body slammed Big Bibby onto their opponet
Selmer Hurd. The further hushed to silence when he piledrove Selmer and appeared to be on the edge of victory. When from ringside "Golden Stellar" Orsi Gordy came to the ringside area. He distracted Shuttercrest to allow Crampton to roll and small package Shuttercrest for the victory. At the end of the bout words exchanged between Gigerium and Calloway. Calloway whipped Gigerium into ropes and speared him, to the delight of the fans.
Categories:
heckler, clothes, music, sports,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
The colorant of dawn, the cardinal sees,
intoning its hues with, “pretty...pretty...pretty.”
As I covet red feathers, in the teaberry tree,
the sunlit chickadee harmonizes, “hey sweetie.”
The woodpecker like a heckler is pining for laughs -
pounding, drumming the marionette for gaffs.
A tufted titmouse tweets, “peter...peter...peter.”
The goldfinch dines on dandelion seeds, lilting sweeter.
Outfitted with winsome wildlife, comfortable and commodious,
my small bit of forest resonates with songbirds, melodious.
Categories:
heckler, bird,
Form: Rhyme
At the sound of the first horn, the joke becomes ill,
And there is just no amount of comedic skill,
That can hide its indecency, but try he will,
And despite its poor taste, he will use it still.
Upon the second horn, The Heckler appears,
And the joke is now met with insensitive jeers,
“Is that all you’ve got?!” he does scoff as he sneers,
And upon confrontation he sits there and leers.
The third horn is sounded and Silence arrives,
And of applause and of laughter he cruelly deprives,
Starving the joke of the food he derives,
From the merriment upon which every joke thrives.
The last horn is sounded and the final death stroke,
Is dealt upon our poor unfortunate joke,
He lets out a wheeze and gives a small choke
And at last did our poor whimsy finally croak.
‘Tis the end of the line for our jolly old friend,
And there is no amount of first aid that could mend,
The injuries to what the comedian penned,
For our tired joke has met its sweet end.
Categories:
heckler, death, funny, horse, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
~ I was feeling the great heckler ...
taunting me, torturing me in my sorrow;
making me sorely depressed, angry, uncertain;
lost ... and-alone, and the lot; towards my
existence, and I-still-do-not-know ... nor
care when, or from whence it came, nor
how-through my bewilderment it still
remained to form, because I am so
overjoyed ... today ...that I came
out non disheartened and for
the better thanking God for
delivering me from the spirit,
of this painful utterance,
awakened-from-the-
seat-of-my-soul ...
because a new
freedom has
come for
me; and-found-me-well ... and so
very hopeful again, and grateful; to
be alive; standing-up ... boldly ... and
shouting hallelujah ... on-the-other-side. ~
Categories:
heckler, inspirationalme, me,
Form: Prose Poetry
Whether he crab-walks around
crowded caucuses
or barges into partisan
conferences,
he's impervious to rank,
menacing as a lance
with his irreverent, working-class
nonchalance.
Flaunting his right and his might
as a taxpayer,
he glares in the eye at senators
at the foyer,
telling them if much-privileged
idiots could fly,
Congress would be an airport
from on high.
Really not much of a preamble
kind of dude,
he calls politicians boorish,
slovenly and crude
who look and act stupid because
they really are;
that's how regular he goes straight
for the jugular!
Categories:
heckler, political
Form: Rhyme
Where was I
when repo men invaded,
possessed,
boxed me up within his cool heart
fragrant in its distaste of warmer climates?
You know,
climates governed by love.
(Daydreaming of knights, that's where.)
Now I have only so much patience remaining
for this slapstick brain-
a nasty reminder, the heckler of my heart,
what spews sensibility
when I simply yearn to err.
And I scarcely have time to mourn
his devil's smile
leaving southward in moving vans
transporting my pieces
(all the valid ones)
with him
as I sit numbed,
next to climbing ivy poisoned by my disbelief,
broken
unpaid for.
Categories:
heckler, introspection, lost love, love,
Form: I do not know?