lows over my eyes
trying kill what's inside
just a different drive
hi jacked the vibe
trying to bug my line
get sprayed with pesticide
you see them thuggin
I'm with the plug
trippin on luggage
why you fronting
I see you trucking
moving sluggish
hop out the bucket
it's all for nothing
let's get this money
stop acting funny
we don't love them hos
running a muck
searching for love
always kept it blunt
running from love
searching to re up
always kept that heater
always been players
pushing p
run the streets
serving fiends
bout a couple keys
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
Sitting here in rush hour I moan and sigh
Horn’s honk, engine’s rev, a Monday to miss
Birds whooshing overhead as time ticks by
When from below I hear a squealing hiss
The tire! Is murphy's law to blame for this?!
I hop out to check and PLOP! That damn bird!
I pop the hood to a clang, clunk and creak
Was that the beep from the engine I heard?
I grumble and groan, I just want to shriek!
As cars whiz by, what a start to the week....
I start to tinker around when VvvROOM, SPLASH!
Surrounded by traffic rumbling past
One zooms through a puddle, my suit is trash
Coolant sprays up in my face with a blast
First day at the new job might be my last…
July 6, 2022
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
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tadpoles growing in a pond
anxious for the great beyond
decreased numbers, fairly grim
takes too long to grow a limb
hiding from the larger fish
trying not to be a dish
feeding on the larval flies
protein bars in strange disguise
gain a voice before you croak
caught up in a ghastly joke
wishing you could wave a wand
hop out of this brackish pond
finally you climb a log
live your days out as a frog
in the water for a rinse
back on lookout for your prince
Renegade trees pop up faster than dandelions all over my yard
I live in the country where I credit good old fashioned Kansas clay.
I wake up in the morning and bam, six new stalwart soldiers.
They guard wildlife as well as me, of course.
Fox, wolf, squirrel, bunnies, owls and cardinals live in these trees.
They prance or hop out sometimes, just to show me they are there.
I have elm, mulberry, willow, walnut, oak and acorns for sure.
I do not rake up any walnuts or acorns, preferring to feed squirrels.
I am rarely gone, but one time I was gone for four whole days.
When I drove down my drive, the trees waved in elaborate ways.
Their branches were flying up in the air on both sides, like a hello.
As soon as the car stopped, the waving stopped.
My husband asked me “What is up with those trees?”
“I think they were telling me hello,” I replies.
I hugged them extra hard that day,
And I swear they squeezed me back.
Sweet faerie reposes on mushy roof of a mushroom house
Swinging her legs in a casual, happy, carefree faerie way
Brownies gather around, watching, smiling, laughing
They have not seen a faerie since 1984, twenty-seven years ago
There is a joyfulness about the meadow today, creatures are frolicking
Newborn bunnies hop out to take a peek at this beloved visitor
Sparrows, robins and wrens briefly swoop past to take a glimpse
Butterflies and grasshoppers flit and flirt and dance with delight
A faerie visit on August fourth, what a marvelous sign!
Woodlands is alive with birdsong, trills, tweets and toots
One small faerie has changed the ambiance of the meadow
They cannot wait to find out what she is doing here….
I take another pill because the last one did not kick in fast enough.
Fourth nap of the day, feel disappointed when I wake up.
What do I have to do to get rid of this pain?
I am grumpy, and irritable.
My husband hides from me.
I have had a malady too long; I am exhausted and angry.
I do not care what happens next,
I am ready to close my eyes and rest
in a permanent way
My hobbies are not fun.
People have stopped visiting.
There is no purpose to my life.
I take another nap, and a few more pills.
When I wake up I am disoriented.
Is it day time or night? Do I even care?
I hear a tiny voice on my answering machine.
It is my four-year-old grandson.
I hop out of bed and give him a Facetime call.
As soon as I see his beaming smile, I know I want to live.
Like a cold winter night
I hear thy call my name
Little whispers
“Come play a little game”
The path arises and the pace quickens
The faster I run, the harder it is to see
The tiny white light at the end of the path
I need that forget-me-not
I grew closer and reach out
I stop running
Paralyzed in place
I can no longer quicken my pace
That forget-me-not is within arms reach
Fingers flutter and roam
They aren’t mine
Death is approaching
I gasp as I realized it was all a dream
I hop out of bed
And take a walk in the garden
Holding onto that forget-me-not
I've got a reading!
And the venue's all sold out.
It's an old phone booth
that some company threw out.
Standing room only
you can get in by arrangement
I'll just hop out
for the term of your engagement.
If you show up
you won't even need a mask
'cause you'll be standing
on the far side of the glass.
My voice sounds muffled
in the sound-proof enclosure
so my poetry won't really
be getting much exposure.
For my fan base
it's the ideal place to show.
See, I can do the reading
and no one else will know.
Sight, feignedly fixed on chess board;
Mind, slinking toward smart phone
---the Sacrosanct Savior that just has to be enshrined in the toilette---
urging new hot tips to hop out and help out.
Each toilette patronage pays back an omnipotent panopticon
through which to pirate opponent's move patterns;
Each stool stay serves back stunners,
or even sockdologers
with which to sock it to the opposite side.
Triumph and trophy, lustrous and alluring, though,
the way to catch hold of the twins bids no thoroughfare.
Steep seems improving personal playing strength;
Cheap shot against supervisory loopholes,
a nice shortcut for patzers to spurt into pantheon.
When wanglers walk off with wins undetected,
when honest players get snookered in the dark,
snollygoster's spirit surges at the epicenter
while chess ethos withers in the wilderness.
By the way.
I'm not doing anything later.
If you don't have any plans, why don't you throw on some sweats.
Your favorite ponytail and we'll find something on TV.
A little Netflix and chill.
A little takeout and random channel flipping.
A stimulating conversation about old times. Inspiration.
Our dreams. What we hope to be.
I'll call you soon as I settle in.
Hop out of the shower.
Nitpick about the way that you've been on my mind.
The smell of incense and cocoa butter rubbed smooth on your skin.
It doesn't have to be anything spectacular.
A moment filled with the click of heels.
Just the simplicity of a moment filled with you
Young G’s sporting tattooed gunz, on rolling black streets,fishing without water, amphibians of the dark ghettos,with names like Ricochet Rob, because he once dreamt of shooting straight.Mumbles, who’s mom was a midnight walker. He was not named for that, butbecause he was hit in the head to much, as a tike and stays drunk, on liquid crack.Then there is Bboss, just because he says so and their ship goes wayback. Riding in circles, on the wavy vinyl streets.They roll up on their port, this side of an intersection, they cannot pass, for the other side its just to deepThey hop out of the grey primered lowrider and begin clubbing, off the hip.Clubing their wares, slingin caps, dumping on anything, that is hauling ass.The stray paint hits, an innocent ankle-biter, across the sea.The truth is black lives matter, unless you are a pirate, with a carbineand are colored blinded, by dead presidents.
4/30/2017
With Twilight's Glow Nature Boldly Speaks
Soft twilight glow just before dawn's new birth
When sun and earth show, art for all its worth.
O' tender emotions- send not thy cries!
For Nature holds more than blue, blue skies!
As light sends shadows burrowing so deep
Furry animals wake from midnight sleep.
Rabbits and squirrels hop out to and fro
Songbirds sing and splash colors just for show!
When night approaches with sun setting reds
Nature's night creatures, out pops sleepy heads.
Mother owl hoots loud to let man this know
She is wiser than both raven and crow.
Man wakes each day to Nature speaking clear.
Precious life is great, if souls would but hear!
Robert J. Lindley, 1- 04-2017
Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110
Note- From memory of scenes at lake cabin decades ago!
Entire area burned decades later from massive forest fire!
Such blessed scenes forever gone... gone... gone.
Upon the shore's banks the tide rolls in.
Sand is naturally sifted,
revealed is a Master's creation.
Created as intricate gold time pieces, thanks to You we are.
No matter how tarnished, You accept us as we roll up to Your doorstep.
The door is open as You reach down to pick us up with Your own special brand of love.
Place us on Your craftsman's table. Inside mending starts.
Your skillful use of tools is necessary to fix our life functioning wires.
A glow is then achieved on the outside by polishing us with zeal.
A window is open. Placing us carefully on the window's sill, we hop out again
into the world's unknown, eternally knowing that one day this place will
always be our home.
Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang
The chick's riding me, she started to pant
She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant
She's eating that wood, like she's a termite
Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite
I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert
She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt
Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty
Started at three, it's going on four-thirty
Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man
She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland
I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour
Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower
She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean
Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion
Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay
Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A
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