Hot Shot Susie, had once shot a SNAKE,
Then shot a WOLF HOUND, oven did bake,
One catch she snatched, just won't go,
Tried have it shoved, still was no,
Sly RAT, git, you owe me your LIFE JAKE!
Morning Coffee Poetry Place
Morning coffee must be hot
In the afternoon I drink herbal tea
But at sunset, I drink wine
I like my morning routine a lot
And my time to be just me
Drinking wine makes the evening so fine
And at night a shot
Of rum or whiskey fills me with glee
loving what is mine
I used to smoke pot
Thought that was the key
Went on a spending spree
nowadays afraid of a random gunshot
Hoping you will hear my plea
Time to end the violence, don’t you agree
is everything just a hot shot
Will this set my heart free
When will I ever be carefree?
The memory of the lost ring,
Arise the heaven blue to sing,
"Focusing the right cling'
Can straight your ring wing.
On the movement of dark ark,
Allow mammoth of the tape black,
Satisfy not the wage of blue sark,
That is eating the simply glark in the glare of dark.
The libration of humanity,
Corrupt all the vein to “rude diety”
That was found on the Clive of hill guilty,
In untold way of the cruel certainty.
In there any object,
That was in this‡ to object,
Except in poverty abject,
Like the white ray in a whitish concept.
A young tray of thought,
Asked the birth to give him deep thought,
But the betray of hot shot,
Placed on the back of white thought.
Running from the sea side,
With no where to hide,
Both in rain and hot,he has to slide,
From the dirty takes to tide.
Away a lost hope,
Where he no where to cope,
Better change the tape,
To sing for you a song of yellow grape.
cucumber says: cool
peacock showcases hot shot
life is in between
31 August 2021
coffee
not tea
first thing in the morning
wakes me up to get going
hot shot
deep black
as hell
hot tea
herbal tea
afternoon delight
calms me down for the day
hot chai
iced tea
perfect
red wine
white wine
drinking wine at sunset
with the love of my life
watching sunset
drinking wine
Hot shot in my head writhing the guz let it swim in the round to twirl around the world charm junky paty you can see it Jennifer can't wait can you dusty cobwebs frothing mouth full of hit session doesn't matter really the body doesn't belong here anymore let it flow diagram illustrating the river Seine flowing through my belly dance of a serpent coiling around the intestinal tract cranial sacral therapy and rehabilitation services don't go. Trees change in the summer when I was thinking of a great gift for you my sweet love sucks the soul deadwood eats one up. Traipsing through your brain giving me a hernia and aneurysm. Bleed line the all-in-one communication. I lie down for the doctor tomorrow morning they are taking me to the down stairs department. I can't wait!
He was a hot shot
Who wore hot pants
Which got him into the hot seat
Because this was the sixties
Before Freddy Mercury made it okay.
Little
Brittle
Hot shot
Catnap
Crackpot
Jackpot
Inflate
Update
Cupcake
He ate /
4/29/19
Hot shot young buck
Sat kissing his beautiful young prom date
Stardate 1958
After climbing a rusty ladded
All the way to the summit at the top
Of the old Standard Oil sponsored Water Tower
That is colloquy known as Lookout Point
Gazing over the late night setting horison
They both made a wish upon a shooting star
In there Midwest Desert Mining Town
That from this moment they shall never be apart
And for many a year this truth would come to pass
But even a wish can only last a certain amount of time
As death comes to us all
Young Buck was destined to become Old Buck
And his beautiful Prom date's
Good looks so in time would wither too
But the wish they once upon a time made
And the years of love they shared
Can still be heard surfing on the Summer Breeze
When perched way up high upon the Water Tower
Drawing new couples into scaling the summit
In search of the Spell True Love Cast
"Play and be a hot shot as if it’s your last shot."
DECEMBER 9, 2015
Eternal darkness-I did seek
How sweet, the taste of suicide
And I finally learned
On the day that I died
Then some hot-shot doctor
With all of his gall
Saved my wretched life
But what of my damned soul?
10/20/15
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SOME HOT SHOT ON THE BLOCK.
SOME FULL-TIME DIVA WHO CAN MESS WITH THE WEAK AND COME AFTER THE INNOCENT.
YOU THINK YOU CAN INTIMIDATE AND BULLY ME AROUND WELL I DON'T THINK SO.
DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL MORE IMPORTANT OR DOES IT MAKE YOUR EGO HEALTHY?
WELL IT DOES NOTHING FOR ME BUT JUST TO LET ME KNOW THAT YOU ARE NO GOOD FOR ME.
YOU ARE POISON TO MY SPIRIT AND YOU ARE TORTURING MY SOUL.
YOU ARE TRYING TO KILL ME ON THE INSIDE WITH THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER INSIDE OF YOU WHO HAS BEEN REVEALED.
SHE LURKS AROUND TO SEE WHO SHE CAN DEVOUR NEXT WHO SHE CAN ATTACK.
IT IS SO SAD THAT YOU HAVE TO STOOP SO LOW WHERE ARE YOUR MORAL WHERE IS YOUR SELF-RESPECT.
Alias
Short hair, red dress, and bag with a computer recorded mess
Drop of the hat
Drop of the pen
A lawyer, getting the scoop with a camera pen,
just like that
Dangling over a mountain
Following a shadow
Chasing a figurative ghost
I can say I'm sick at rush hour at the most
Alias
Track star
Racing a black car
With a drop of the pen
With a flick of the wrist
There's a new twist
Chasing a tip
Running after a shadow
Open ears, closed lips
I guess I'm calling in sick
Hot shot lawyer
Fast talking reporter
High tech recorder
Modern day Tom Sawyer
Alibi
Alias
A fake goodbye
A goodnight kiss
I guess the question is…
Who am I?
I THOUGHT I WAS A REAL HOT SHOT WHICH I COULD GET
Why must I be betrayed by people I respect the most
Everything in my life has become a contradiction
All I hear now are cowards who are quick to boast
And any respect I had for these people turned out to be pure fiction
Why must the people I consider friends treat me with enmity
When they should be eager to concede to a simple request
Why to people I consider allies all seem not to care then I deem them the enemy
And answer to the demonic voice of the devil’s behest
I have no place to hide as I used to in crowded bars
I have no place to run from people who sold themselves out for a few sheckles more or less
I am left with a wounded lamb and a body marred by bloody scars
And only sorrow for cowards that this burdened man is left to confess
I used to have a grand design which demanded I fulfill
I used to have a dream, a plan, and hope
I used to believe in God's will
I used to believe these things until I shot my first bag of dope
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Hot shot
Sworded swagger
Flashing boldly unconscious
Glommed to center of attention
Easy to spot.... (not hot)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Nancy Jones on the Fourth of July, 2012
For Nette's "Pen a Pensee" Contest
Grammatically questionable, and includes words I made up since there weren't any existing words available to say what I wanted.
Really enjoy star gazing :)
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