A skeletal smirk at the school door -
the greeter-teacher; 50 years later,
I feel his gimlet eyes at my back,
that leer is now plugged with dirt,
yet it can still be traced in the brown water stains
of mottled toilet walls.
A female slave-unit named ‘Miss,’
She never did speak directly to a kid,
only through the thin lips of her personal intimidator,
a third level teacher who lubricated nerve endings.
I am ‘put right’ by a serial wrongdoer
with a goose steeping gait,
his guppy mouth is a blubbery hellhole.
Next,
a second-tier maniac with a penchant for angry rhetoric,
his large hands flay like windsails as they
slap books and heads.
A last Piscean reflection,
a teach sporting a fish-head grin
as he opens a school exit door for me
while I gladly leave forever.
They would all hate to be in a poem like this
so tightly packed together
like oily sardines choking on the phlegm
of what they could have aspired to,
could have been.
Categories:
intimidator, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The greeter-teacher,
the smirkier at the door.
I feel his gimlet eyes at my back
and though it is 5o years later
and his mouth is now plugged with dirt
his leer can be traced
in the brown water stains
of mottled walls.
A female slave-unit whose name was ‘Miss’
I cannot recall her ever speaking to a child directly,
only through the thin lips of her personal intimidator
a third level teacher who spat into her ear
as if sexually lubricating her fears.
I am put right by a serial wrongdoer.
A second tier maniac with a lust for rhetoric.
His large hands flay like wind-sails, they
slap books and heads.
On, on,
through narrowing corridors and echoing rooms
counting sadists, ticking off
a long mental list of ghouls
all dead and gone
except for the abusive drills.
One dead grinning fish-head
even opens a door for me
as I leave forever.
Categories:
intimidator, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I strutted a bit on my branch as I surveyed the others
They were commoners mostly songbirds, and two of my brothers.
Is that a great horn? A beautiful red cardinal asked in a trill.
I knew my stance was giving her and her friends quite a thrill.
My brothers began showing off, doing tricks, flying around.
They almost always act totally crazy when females are found.
A notoriously ugly turkey buzzard stopped by for a quick peek.
He flew off quickly when he saw the mouse I made squeak.
There was a rumor that an exotic blue-green peacock was in town.
Unfortunately she never showed up or I would have shown her around.
Is that just a Great Horn or is that THE Great Horn? I heard a robin ask.
I gave her a shuddered look that made her take a drink from her flask.
Intimidating other birds daily is what I easily and happily do.
If you were me, you would probably enjoy being the king, too.
My brothers of course had flown off by now, annoying another.
I heard them getting scolded by the real intimidator, our mother.
Categories:
intimidator, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Personification
human venom
words got venom
it could kill
a soul
with no weapon
aggressive words
run through the lips
of the intimidator
he or she don't care
anymore
what they say
at this moment
cos angry has taken
over the good
in them
so through our words
when we are angry and
uncontrollably
then our words
are nothing but changed
to nothing else but the
human venom
Categories:
intimidator, africa, confidence, courage, inspiration,
Form: Epic
He is a nascar legend,no one will forget his name.
He drove with an attitude on the track, racing was his game.
The intimidator is what they called him,his car was number three.
He won the hearts of many but now his soul is free.
His accident was such a terrible twist of fate.
But now he's up in heaven looking down on eighty-eight.
Categories:
intimidator, people,
Form: Quintain (English)
The darkest hour of the world has begun
The time has come that the living shall mourn
Those intimidator humans shall learn about grave
They shall be shown soul less are brave
Hate, cruelty shall be spread all over the world
The graves of the dead shall be unfold
For years they have hated us, they have lied
Those narrow walls shall be broken, they shall be crucified
Categories:
intimidator, death,
Form: I do not know?