Heres a little poem bout Iyah May, that
sassy sweet lady, who's judt singing away.' Shes
got
Some heart this slip of a gurl, putting down
Lyric's to get bezos's hair to grow and curl.' She's hitting with a hammer'
quite like mine..Forged in 'a land
down under' her strokes
are doing smashing; fine.'
The demons are getting
jumpy, the blows are now coming fast
With the weight of world opinion turning
How long can old stuctures last? Some gray haired fools with money, have played
With innocent blood, they want to sacrifice
You too.' Will you jump into the flood?
All you need do is to say silent.' Buy their line you are worthless trash.' Or get on board with reality, its really a simple task
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Asking God to speak
Forgiveness, I ask from you
Hitting rock-bottom
I like to write a verse or two, I do it all the time
Oftentimes it’s limericks, and sometimes perfect rhyme
But this is not my hobby, it’s just something that I do
I have a hobby and I write, but can’t combine the two
Hitting balls with sticks is what I do to get my fix
I aim the balls at grassy holes to give me further kicks
Hitting balls with sticks is what I do with Uncle Rolf
I call it hitting balls with sticks… cos nothing rhymes with golf.
Okay, all you clever clogs, I guess I must concede
That Rudolf is another choice, on this we are agreed
So, come that jolly time of year when holly decks the halls
Uncle Rolf can hold my sticks… while Rudolph holds my balls
Awake in the hospital room missing a nike shoe with no clue/
What did you do to be in this dream so black and blue/
Not knowing what was done with all actions to run through/
Such a boom to life’s dome/
It’s a tune of gloom I don’t need to feed with a spoon/
I ate my doom and freight what’s to loom/
Always was more than a goon now I’m holding a broom/
All negativity to bloom trap it in that lagoon/
With a full notion and intention of compact direction/
Concerning personal complexion I can accept rejections/
There could be a compilation of infections/
No devotion of reciprocation shows I have no intersection/
No matter the corroboration in my position/
All the sudden I’m switch hitting and winning/
Feeling omissions with decisions of contact precision/
With the situation I’m in I have no choice but to be dwindling what’s held within/
This won't leave me in famine or in some big old hole digging.
sometimes i hit a brick wall and bounce back
sometimes i pass a particular vehicle and end up behind it
sometimes i walk a mile and and fall ten miles behind
sometimes i win the lottery and end up in a strange car park with my head hanging down
sometimes i eat massive amounts of shrimp bread and go to bed on a completely empty stomach
sometimes i just want to escape the maddening madness but end up remaining imprisoned in a place that is not our house
sometimes i just want all the time at all times anytime in a world with no time
however, for every time mechanism that i eliminate, there is always an even higher ratio being produced
Alarm
Bursts calm
Day dawns
Loud yawns
Blow nose
Stretch toes
Quick wash
Splish splosh
Grab vest
Get dressed
Gulp tea
Then flee
I'm late
Stressed state
The boss
Is cross
Harsh fact;
I'm sacked
Next day
Hooray
Lie in
Big grin!
27.09.22
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem From The Second Half Of 2022 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Recovery is slow, not rapid,
When Daddy is publicly stupid,
Landing blows of the Intrepid
On whom had been his Avowed Cupid.
Your worries continue to flow
And are faithfully slow,
As you keep replaying every blow,
Every strange accurate throw
On Mother leaving Bruises of Woe.
Now sick, your choicest fluid The Tepid,
Now rebellious God’s water Not Insipid,
Now hateful, Daddy’s mind is vapid,
Though popular opinion still sticks to Limpid
And terribly dry the air others think Humid …
The man often hitting his wife
Is stabbing many with a knife!
Beastly Betty badly breaks her brother’s
Buttocks with a bat upon his butt.
Broken, beaten brother barely bothers
Bellowing at bawdy Betty. But
Because bad blood between both babe and bro
Builds baleful bias brought by Betty's bane,
Beleaguered Bob bestows a bitter blow.
By blasting boiling bile on Betty's brain.
,
To type on a keyboard today
Is a little like doing ballet
For each touch makes no sound
Even if fingers pound
So in silence is how you will stay.
But when hitting a typewriter’s keys
You can clack with considerable ease.
Every word makes a snap
Like when dancing some tap
So you make as much noise as you please.
Nail hitting with a hammer too heavy to bear
Smashed emotions; hammered, without care
Boards held together, but; will soon fall apart
No care given to the sad boards broken heart
Left out in the cold to weather the icy storms
This is to be the narcissist’s, bad cruel norms
You take as I give you; prove to me your love
Stand loyal; and obedient, my little rock dove
Your soul long forgotten; remains, unearthed
Until you find within you, your own self worth
Arise from the splintered and shattered wood
And fly to freedom; as only a rock dove could
But don’t play the victim it was your own fault
By playing the victim by your own sad default
when younger once
i stuck a sharpened
pencil up my right
nostril while listening
to Swordfishtrombone
and thinking Waits' very
own "I'd rather have a
bottle in front of me then
a frontal lobotomy" so
took another shot playing
Russian roulette with
tequila waiting for the
worm thinking thoughts
that i thought i'd forgotten
but the brain is a beautiful
sponge soaking up spills
of fifty shades of grey
matter that doesn't matter
after all i don't wear square
pants
falcon circling high
one two three ready aim fire
falling from the sky
three two one pigeons scattering commotion
the marked one struck in a feathered explosion
02/25/19
Charliekucoup Poetry Contest
By Charles Messina
Y-ou
O-oze
B-lood
I-n
H-itting
T-he
F-inish
L-ine
O-f
R-ace
E-xpecting
S-uccess
Topic: Birthday of Yobiht Flores (January 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A name keeps on popping inside without any notice
A smile arrives when that name starts to blend with a sweet memory
That name is a stranger to all but is flowing all over within
A boundary drawn around limits the wishes only to fantasies
I pinch onto my imaginations and pull it back to point
where it really should be and force it flow where it should go
But again I loose the grip and again the fantasy reaches
where it was before and my efforts change to waste
This year I stepped out on my own to feel the cool breeze
and I know it will hit me hard numerous times
So I am not requesting to the owner of this name
Rather I am pleading only to this name
At least to be reason to make me go to sleep with a smile
While I'm warm on my bed after a long day!
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