I walk the many streets around my home daily and notice empty lots, neglected old
houses, and cracked sidewalks. The thought came to me about planting wildflowers
in these abandoned areas. It would bring a sense of life, vibrancy, and purpose, give
beauty where none existed. Inject color into the drab. But, of course, there are those
private property signs . . .
wildflowers swaying
from concrete and dirt growing~
in the sun thriving
TYPE FORMS
BLITZ
tight fits
good spits
quick bursts
same first
inking
linking
FREE VERSE
immerse
in verse
roaming
storming
MINICHU
perplex
context
twelve laps
recaps
reward
unfolds
DEESWHEAT
sounds neat
on beat
cranks awe
tanka
cinquain
enchained
triplet
strip set
FOOTLE
versed brand
by Strand
two-line
may rhyme
trochee
swift spree
witty
ditty
one foot
output
HAIKU
small views
soothe you
nature
treasure
YALTO
word rows
in tows
notice
mini list
statement
intent
adjoint
make point
SUZETTE PRIME
sublime
no rhyme
inject
prime set
real surd
numbered
LIMERICK
pun shtick
risk it
in time
punchline
TOO MANY WORDS
there’s herds
for nerds
new forms
brainstorms
don’t fuss
adjust
all’s fair
who cares
expand
like Strand
When we find ourselves having fun again,
Of the kind that:
Wriggles our toes.
Tickles our nose,
Wiggles our hips,
And Jiggles our mind into remembering,
The fun we once had,
And can have again,
When the right people are around,
To inject the fun back into our day.
We will know no bounds,
With the fun people around,
With the safe people around,
Reason enough to let out,
Only cheerful sounds,
From lips that had forgotten,
How fun sounds,
To ears that long to hear again the sound,
Of of fun and laughter in the air.
DIRECT METHODOLOGY-:-
waiting
undisturbed
watching
tranquil
pleasures
to INJECT SIGNIFICANCE
gladly
cheerfully
rendering
symbolic
aquiesence
in FLEETING PLEASURES
increasingly
poetic
evolution
organically
imagined
Fourteen minutes from Independence Hall
You'll find Hell on Kensington Street
Its a zombie apocalypse, American fall
The worst decay you'll ever meet.
People inject each other with heroin and tranq.
You wonder how the survival instinct warps
Ben Shapiro went there, and his heart sank
He described each loser as a living corpse
He was aghast, he saw people without feet
Rotted away because of the tranq they ingest
Festering bodies, was this once a stately street?
Our founders pledged sacred honor, but did they fail this test?
Prostitutes fill the streets by kids walking to school
The kids walk by the dead, by addicts shooting a last vein
Anyone who advocated for this would be a fool
But we elected one as mayor, isn't that insane?
The DSA platform once said all drugs should legalize
I hope Mamdani gave this up now
But whores on your doorstep, he'll give that prize
Does he know what he's doing, what this will allow?
Plenty of people stoned in New York
But more chaos can be made, does anyone care?
Genie out of the bottle, can't find the cork
Remember Kensington Street, Philadelphia, and despair.
Sybil Fawlty is Basil`s long-suffering wife,
becomes dazed and confused when he gets in all sorts of strife,
so when one of Basil `s hair brained schemes goes wrong,
it's Sybil who fixes, because she is the calm and sane one.
since Basil is such an horrible host
it is poor old Sybil, who suffers the most,
sardonic words she would inject,
on the man, she calls a stick insect
one day when she was away,
German guests, Basil caused such an affray,
and when one of the guests in the night, dies,
it was Sybil who had to fix all of Basil`s lies.
at the infamous Torquey hotel called Fawlty Towers,
Sybils and Basils life, the chaos simply devours
to the residents of the hotel who reside,
it`s Sybil who has to make good, whenever Basil is snide.
Another day,
Another death,
Another tear,
as I take another breath
Steady wondering if I'll be next
So much loss
only memories left
Each time hurts less & less
Disgusted with who I've become
almost out of self respect
Filthy & scarred up
sweat & dirt on my neck
Knowing Ima wind up alone
but what else can I expect
I'm fckng stressed!!!
Arms & hands just fckd
from all the drugs
I continue to inject
Ima fckng reject
I made myself this way
stay tryna disconnect
Got way too many memorial cards
I already had to collect
It's like my mind & soul
are so wrecked
Wish I could js relax & reflect
But my heart objects & stays unchecked
As I steady neglect & infect
my once pure soul
That now has this nonstop decaying hole
Everything feels so.. damn.. cold..
This fckng existence is so damn old
I don't know how to get a hold
And stop this chaotic painful misery
As it rapidly unfolds
Why am I so scared to be alone?
Already lost almost every single soul that was close
..I shoulda known
It was so clearly shown
I js couldnt get it thru my thick fckng dome
That this reality im in
Never was and never could be home
Like A Shower Of Rain
Dr Ranjit Dutta
While he inject me
A painful sting of sorrow
A reminder of memories that cling,
With every word,a wound revives,
Literally I cried without restraint,
As emotions overflowed in every way
A heart was heavy with sorrow
And the soul was swelling in pain
And tears fell like rain.
A reflection of pain
In his eyes too,
A shared shadow,
A bond that remains.
She injects again in my veins
A heavy dose of sorrow,
A weight that presses
A heart that she knows.
The memories linger,
A bitter taste,
A relationship shattered,
A heart in waste,
Your betrayal was a lesson
Learned too late,
A scar that remains,
A heart that waits
Tears fell like rain.
WOMEN ARE LIKE FLOWERS THAT DECORATE MEN'S LIVES AND BRING US HAPPINESS.
THEY COME IN BEAUTIFUL SHAPES AND SIZES, INTOXICATING SMELLS AND A VARIETY OF COLORS.
LIKE EVERY FLOWER, WOMEN NEED TO BE NURTURED AND SPOILED AND GIVEN THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF ATTENTION, BUT DO NOT OVERWATER THEM WITH JEALOUSY OR SMOTHER THEM BECAUSE JUST LIKE A FLOWER, A WOMAN WILL SUFFOCATE AND DROWN EMOTIONALLY.
SOME WOMEN HAVE BEEN MISTREATED EMOTIONALLY, PHYSICALLY, AND VERBALLY, AND THOSE ARE THE ONES THAT NEED SPECIAL ATTENTION.
JUST INJECT THAT TENDER LOVING CARE AND PATIENTLY WAIT, AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT YOUR FLOWER WILL BLOSSOM TO A BEAUTIFUL LOYAL GIRLFRIEND, WIFE, AND BEST FRIEND....
Written By: D. Collins 3/27/25
Find what comes easy and keep doing it.
Move it to the top of your to-do list.
Nourish it along with some passion and zest.
Before long, you might rate as one of the best.
Inject some soul into it and really cut loose.
Let your talent bling like some spit-shined boots.
Constantly polish that gift as if a priceless pearl.
Ready to unleash a masterpiece upon the world.
I’ve got a little change
rattling in me pockets.
Before I go, I do bequeath
A little wisdom from my keep.
So close now, I must bestow
There’s so little left of what I know
But what I knows is worth more than gold
Some lost treasure from deep below
Hold on, let me pull out this syringe
And suck out my soul, fill the tube,
Inject the world with a little spew
Of good gaudy divine truth
This man’s one last dying wish:
Know this ... The Dreamer never dies.
Change still rattles in me pockets,
a lot less pennies, a lot less rockets.
Inhabited pain,
Cannot be given to others;
It’s never transferable.
Self inflicted pain
Can only reside in self:-
It is yours to bear.
Residential pain
Is not beyond eviction:-
Inject peace and love.
Self-loneliness blinds—
You cannot hide from yourself:-
That shadow is you.
Ask, seek, and listen—
There is a knock at your door:-
God comes for the pain.
Pain is healed with love;
Where love is pain cannot be:-
Love one another.
Healing together—
One for all and all for one
Onederful onement.
Let's always praise God
For the trinity oneness
Of His supreme love:-
For some there always has to be an issue
A drama of some sort
Always looking for or creating a problem
To inject their voice and thoughts
Seeming to thrive on conflict
Inserting their need for power and control
Deriving pleasure from others discomfort
Relishing in other individuals anguish to feed their souls!
Written By: D. Collins 1/25/25
Create something beautiful while you're on this earth.
It will still be here when you're long, under the dirt.
Create a masterpiece molded from your own hands.
Inject the juice that extends your family Clan.
You take that seed and give it nothing but good.
Tell them the things you'd change, if you could.
Then, they go into life with some experience.
In knowing Daddy ain't taking no nonsense.
Create something good before you leave this earth.
Show the whole world your value and worth.
Give something back to show you were here.
Give them a Meika overdosed in high gear.
There’s too little in life to bestow boon,
So much pain to rob us the warmth of noon,
So, to inject some fun,
Warmth to winter’s dull sun,
To honour tradition
At a sub-way station,
Impart levity to one afternoon,
Let’s look pant-less silly--
All us, Tom and Billy.
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Happenings|24.01.2025| humour, laughter, fun
Poet’s note: no trousers tube ride was first held in New York in 2002, and in London in 2009.
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