Amidst Swirling Eddies Of Fate...
Negligible power prevails
no matter one jock or nerd
feverishly hollars, fumes
decries, berates... absurd
fickle finger (middle phalange
doubling up as
flipping the bird),
unlikely the powers
that be heard
such lament, would not forfeit
issuing the last juicy,
meaty and tasty word
tis "FAKE" vanity
trumpeting to delude
those, who experience
a sourpuss mood,
when vile unfortunate
circumstances collude
(as if Putin on the Ritz),
whether you be dame or a dude,
no matter, the mindset
finds thee to brood
why without rhyme
or reason Saint Jude
or some other divine being
gleefully laughing out loud,
spurring an angrily strong
temptation to utter a crude
expletive taking by
surprise WASPY, snooty,
and noisily rude
listeners, who quickly exude
a gasp as if ye in pranced the nude
giving slight consolation punching
back at invisible joker
no matter he/she
could not be viewed
nonetheless yours truly
succeeded to read this
mashup, and get thee wooed.
Categories:
hollars, blue, dad, death, depression,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The change wasn't all that sudden
It didn't happen overnight
In fact I didn't feel a thing
Whether or not it was wrong or right
With a wrinkle here and a wrinkle there
A little off the top
What didn't fall out turned to gray
As my memory of it all was lost
All the mirrors I used didn't have a clue
Or in cahoots they didn't let on
If they had, not sure what I would do
Except git along little dogie, git along
I can no longer blame cloud cover
For the dimming that old age has made
Somebody's got my number
And is counting down the days
I'm sure in this I'm not alone
If I'm sure of anything
This is not a new phenomenon
In what the changes bring
I just hope my hearings well enough
When life hollars out last call
The change wasn't all that sudden
In fact I didn't feel a thing at all
Categories:
hollars, life, old,
Form: Rhyme
Embarrassed to talk, hates to walk, as white as chalk, wouldn't trade a burger for a million dollars. keeps his life limited to one dollar hollars. one day he had a hart attack, it sent chills down his back, but he didn't care. got out held his life in the air, for someone to take it. woke up and tried to bake it, it left him the night he got home. and his wife wrote a poem about everything she loved about him. and how she was proud of em. but now he gave up he's gone she knew something was wrong. forever, good luck on your future endevors...
Categories:
hollars, absence, rap,
Form: Rhyme
what you do
some follow you
make the right move
its you grove
not all about th dollars
it can make you hollars
be a
ROLE MODEL
Categories:
hollars, adventure, business, happiness,
Form: Light Verse
Don't get distracted by the videogame
Distortion effect hollars
Slipping tricky thumbs bothered
By coin slip franchise misfits
Cops in collars, never bother
Blowing up stop signs and mail boxes
Skateboarding through town, shuffling around
Cocktails and marsupials
Grins that shegrin amped up
Plenitude posed as holy redeemer
Careful when you leave her
Heart balloons carry an ancient tune
Blessed in tombs, caressed
magnetic earth chanting
There's room to escape
Videogame rantings insane
Categories:
hollars, adventure, fantasy, life,
Form: Free verse
They call him crazy. I prefer Sir. If you look at him wrong his blood starts to stir.
He doesn't like chocolate, children or pets. I don't think he likes anyone he's ever met.
He yells at the postman, insults crosswalk guards.
Why he's so darn mean he even hollars at cars.
They say he eats wood in the morning and buckshot for lunch,
but I know for a fact he likes a little less crunch.
If I were a gambler with a few extra bills
I would bet my last dollar that he's just lonely as hell.
No woman in years has graced the sheets of his bed.
Most sadly admit they would rather be dead.
An old empty house where there is no love
with it's paint worn and weathered with help from above.
His car is antique in every sence of the word.
Adequately refered to as "That Old Rolling Turd"
Yeah that crazy ole bastard, at least a brick shy
with no problem at all spitting in the Popes eye,
but you have to love him or at least not make him mad.
Cause' that crazy old man is my doggone Dad.
The Applethoughtrotten
Categories:
hollars, familyold, crazy, love, old,
Form: I do not know?