home is hollow breath
without the slinking specter—
soft as velvet dusk
with purrs woven into seams
egos stitched with hooked tail flits
a silent stalker
keeper of embers in flame—
you walk where you please
crowning your chosen lap place
with aloofness all at peace
every homely hall
lacks the thrum that makes it beat
until mystery
curls itself beside the soul—
omnipresent whiskered face
Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.
Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.
because
I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and and I’m abjectly
rendered dumb by their unspeakable pleasures.
I went to an acapella concert last night and OMG!
I was mollywhopped (knocked out).
.
.
Acapella songs for this:
They - The Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones
Finesse (Remix) by The SoCal VoCals
Viva La Vida by Buffalo Chips
24k Magic by Acasola
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....
Trump has everyone quivering
he cornh0led those cowards at CBS
but you know who ain’t backing down?
South Park. I LOVE those guys.
Trigger warning. This is EXPLICIT and hilarious.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afetnw70S04
the brightest toe nail clipping
in the sky the moon two points
one hook where by a dangling
dangler of collar and tie swung
a swinging caught he estranged
and left forgottenly o deranged
for he deranged and hanging
there saw stars drift past and
faces wear the smirk n smook
of laughtrous jeer that when
finally loose broke out a cheer
Fish eat, I eat
Chances fooled by
Sweet deception.
The bees are hooked
Played by the scented temptation
The beauty of the escape
Into the fullness
Of a pollinated peace
Short lived this ecstasy
This joyous satiation
Driven by intoxications
Irreversible need
For more of what caused it
Sunrise, the opening flower
Aglow in a distant phantasy
Brushing away the fog
Rekindling an un-stoked fire
An ember craving ignition
Slowly they will emerge
Leave their hidden hives
Seek out the fluorescent petals
Of that ever illusive
Pollinated peace
Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to me.
Oh well,
I will be next.
I swam in the sea
What a boring day to be a fish,
The water is murky and dark
A fish..a treat..
It was like finding a rainbow on a stormy day,
I pushed so fast, the snack didn’t leave, what a strange snack
The fish slid into my mouth, and then..
Ouch! A spike punctured through my lip
I was caught, like the other fish
So I waited for my misery to catch up to me
Seconds turned to minutes,
Minutes felt like hours,
The blood from my lip was pouring out, trying to heal my pain
But it was impossible
My treat that I thought was so great, turned into a nasty regret
But did I actually regret it?
Because this treat was the only happiness in my life right now
And if it didn’t appear, I would be stuck in the same position..the same past
But not the same now
Now it was different
And though my pain grows, I wasn’t realed in,
I wasn’t gonna die
I was just there and this was my new life…my new goal
To learn how to heal because my happiness turned against me
Touching your cheek with my finger tips,
Holding your face with my hands.
The subtle brush when our lips connect,
Is almost more than I can stand.
The aching, longing for more of you,
Every whisper of your name.
The breeze through the trees calls for me,
I pretend it's you, but it's not the same.
Feeling your warm hand holding mine,
I hold it tight, and never let go.
Forever scared you'll slip through my fingers,
Like sand, you're gone. Nothing to show.
The in captivating hold from your gaze,
The feeling of love from just one look.
How do you have this hold on me?
You can read me like an open book.
All this emotion whilst I dream at night,
Lucid and real in this astro plane.
The girl in my dreams comes to me,
Without you, my life wouldn't be the same.
'flit or grit
never will i quit
find thee a space to fit
hopeful target i wish to hit
If determination happens to fall from it wit'
He sat upon my knee
At the tender age
of three
Completely and utterly
mesmerized was he
His very first visit
to a London theatre
He was hooked
He was addicted
just like me
Now aged 25
so many stars
shine in his eyes
Each time we go
‘tis truly a joyous occasion
For to watch live talent
for us needs no persuasion
Our latest adventure
Just him
just me
to Wembley we go
us both for to see
a man named Joe
Japanese pianist is he
Writes music
for his orchestra
grand piano he doth play
His music will stay with us
every night
and every day...
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thought you were hooked on Phonics
you were being taught code word Saget
a week and a half till his fate you were hooked on Saget
had to feel some remorse the last guy who said it
Saget still hard on thought's it was hard not to go along with it
know one had a clue the conclusion of Bob was near
a sharp now Saget was clearer than ever and on the rise
Bob hearing the slip's of Saget i'm sure joggled his mind
the saga of the ongoing Saget came quickly to an end
it was over
sadly enough that week you were hooked on Saget
You’ll never be sure
until you might die
Power imploding
—rebirthed in goodbye
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Hooked to an I.V.
born prematurely
Named her Hope
to keep faith afloat
She grew and grew
started school
Hooked on Capt’n Crunch
to get her to lunch
Hooked on the internet
bullied online
People are Evil
told her end your life
Looking for solutions
she ran across a rhyme
Help is on the way
get offline and pray
Give your problems
to the lord
Show your parents
every single word
True beauty shines
from within
Sometimes in life
God’s your only friend
Believing this sign from God
Starting praying traveled abroad
Hooked on the rush
From the souls she touched
Still eats Capt’n Crunch
To make it to lunch
When the light looks dim
at the end of the tunnel
Count on God
to get you out of trouble!
Seemed like a good idea.
Several free counselling sessions for unemployed.
Would be nice for someone to guide her, tell her what to do.
Friends had been. Yes, was helpful.
Only took a few minutes, to shrink her troubles, relieve her woes.
Reduce her to a voiceless child, hungry for love she’d never known.
She’d never known magic was real, words waved like magic wands.
Eyes that looked and did not turn away rushed for time
Ears that listened compassionately and stayed,
Someone who could smile as she told all her troubles to, remaining calm, centred, connected.
There for her.
Just for her…
She’d never known such compassion
She never wanted to go home.
She stayed for two years.
I’ve known a few who were addicted
To alcohol, drugs and eating
I’ve seen their struggle and known their pain
Witnessed their yearning for a better way
I’ve felt them fighting with all their heart
To find the answers to the problems
That keep them abusing themselves
I’ve known many who are hooked
On nicotine, caffeine or gambling
While many others are left praying to heaven
For the answers to bring them out of this
Dark, dismal place where they’re haunted by sin
I’ve known the lonely darkness that sings
Melodies of sadness, sorrow and disillusionment
Mixed with dread, grief and shadows of loss
Colored in hues of ebony and steely gray weeping
With wishes for a chance to finally say truthfully
“I’ve kicked the addiction… I’m free to be me”
Only God knows the answers that will come
When they put down the bottle, the smoke or the rum
And listen to the spirit of God’s one and only Son
Who reveals a peace inside that only He can gather
A serenity that is wise, bold and filled with answers
To the many questions that plague the heart who knows
Love abides inside the soul who reflects the Son
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