Time flies by slowly, steadily... it is like
there is nothing worth rushing for.
Yet every second feels suffocating,
every minute feels longer than the previous.
Waiting slowly kills the feeling
of everything that might, for an instant,
make the day brighter.
Counting the passing days one by one,
suddenly the way it used to be seems
extremely far, distant.
The angst is pulling at every nerve,
playing with every thought,
that perhaps all there was
is slowly going to fade away.
Yet a promise, a few words shortly said,
keep my heart surprisingly at ease.
My sanity strains to survive,
but what can I do,
when all I long for is
to hear your voice.
...“Me? Sell my land and house to him?
I’d never dare do such a thing!
He’s the worst neighbor one could have,
I would give that blackguard nothing!”
The sheriff paused, look at the sheet,
he’d seen his handwriting before,
then smirked and said, “So the man lies…
Boys, lock him behind some cell doors!”
Wolf roared in dismay at the words,
but was quickly led to the jail,
Malcolm just shrugged and went inside,
ignoring the rancher’s loud wail.
He still had lots of work to do,
and had court the very next day,
perhaps he could finish his brief
with one problem out of the way…
Boundary rope trope it's the hope that kills
Fatality of the banality of all Bazball’s frills
Hilarity of baggie greens nationwide thrills
Beer swills spills hosts dreams full to the gills
Totality of the brutality still gives me the chills
Stokes not chipper has to swallow a bitter pill
Can't fallow our ripper skipper’s skill & iron will
Our leader will wallow in the shrill media mill
His men shi*ter…hollow can't follow Ben's drill
Callow not brill..of shallow Bazball had our fill
Hallow the Wizards of Oz are still top of the bill
The country alive cheering let's go in for the kill
Begin fearing the din of sneering & jeering 5 nil
Curiosity kills the cat,
of a friend who’s a spoilt little brat,
Though the saying spreads through chat,
a whisper of this and that.
But it isn’t a mere brickbat,
that’s between a cat and a rat,
Though fierce, just like their combat,
when they twirl like an acrobat.
It’s a crash-land in a sabbat,
on a strangely shimmering mat,
Where witches don their funny hat,
and chant beneath the moonlit flat.
In the confusion the cat sat,
beside a wide-eyed, curious bat,
A witch drew them into a spat,
and sent them down with a splat.
Murder Kills All
Heart…
Lost.
I saw you walk in with that grin you always wore.
with the hoody that you always gave me so I would be warm.
im cold now, freezing in the love that we always swore
breathless, tangled in what was from before
i feel the walls caving, what happened to the god above?
i feel my mind racing, gosh i feel stuck
they say addiction kills, am i finally dying
because when i look in the mirror, i see a girl lost from crying
you were my addiction, my weakest point
i thought losing you would completely break me
i guess i was right
lay me in the dirt, flowers over me
play something soft, something i used to sing.
because if addiction really kills, it'll happen to me
water fountain ghosts
dusty choked by COVID ropes
free water untouched
thick as thieves smiling
no such thing as free money
copper kills robber
The world today is full of hate.
Those who choose hate have sealed their fate.
The poison which their hearts infill
will drip by drip these haters kill.
Hate makes the heart an acid core,
like a volcano, ready to pour,
and spew its content in the air,
harming those foes who may be near.
Not only does the acid burn,
the enemies that haters spurn.
Their souls are destroyed in turn,
by the hate that in them churn.
The Anti-Social Media craze
makes it appear as if hate pays.
Hating has become the new fad,
of people who are sad and mad.
Jesus taught us to love our foes,
and loving, was the path He chose.
So, pour out the poison of hate,
and love your foes as you do a mate.
What a big difference it will make
If all, the path of love will take.
The world would become a safer place,
transformed by love’s true healing grace.
People are dying day.
There is a war in Ukraine because of who
A genocide in the middle east by you know who
A grandma died her dog died too
No one knew in 6 months it was on the news
And children are trafficked, killed by crooks
Some are assaulted raped then left or pushed
By presidents, their media and their goons
My girlfriend left, and it feels bad too
but what kills me every day, I tell you
Is that my dog will die one day too
The lack of effort
required to do
the daily tasks
expected of you
Has withered both
your mind and strength
Your life cut short
from greater length
Your struggles are
emotional
To ease, you are
devotional
Your body wastes
in atrophy
Your mind is a
catastrophe
Your time is passed
pushing buttons
On packaged foods
you are a glutton
You exercise
your tongue to speak
while your heart and limbs
are getting weak
Entertainment,
fast and loose,
around your neck
has placed a noose
Put it in
the microwave
Ensure yourself
an early grave
Healing methods
are ignored
as too much work,
while fat is stored
Your sedentary
life goes by
and now you sit
and wonder why
you are so sick
with doctor bills?
Too late you see
convenience kills
© Mike Wise
7/15/14
Snoopy was slamming through the skies
At top speed, stealthier than the other fliers
Flying ace of the year, he assured anyone who would listen
Tweety bird sat in the co-pilot seat, knowing he’d best be quiet
They looped and whorled and rat-a-tatted the enemy
Guns blazing, fierce and untouched.
Sixty-two bullet holes, and they were unscathed.
Snoopy stretched his hand out and knocked over his water bottle.
Jonah was rashly curious
And it became injurious:
Unannounced slap and hard kick
And it earned him wounds to lick...
A crude one on his tummy
And an adult yelled "Mummy!"
The song in his ears "leave now
Or else you're a finished cow
Already, a bleeding brow
Some arrow to leave a bow
He'd seen they were robbing Jim
With screwed up eyes he'd made dim
Appearance of cops not slim
Like Gangs cup filled to the brim
Nothing now but " Run for it! "
But one could see The Not Fi
Nelly was wildly curious
And it became injurious:
A not-warned punch and hard kick
And she doubled up “Caught !”
“You saw we were robbing him
And the scene watching face grim…”
And at her they lashed again
Like persons sure of the gain,
Nelly grabbing wounds to lick
And made to seen A White Witch;
In Nelly’s ears “You leave, now!
Or else you’ve a finished cow!”
Right then, it’s ‘A run for it!’
Breathless Nelly far from fit.
Scare crow for Mean Pests
Birds back to their nests.
You let go of my hand,
On a cobblestone road,
Into the strangest land.
Curiosity, it drove me to do,
All the things,
That I decided to.
I was left alone, but tried to refrain,
To taste your poison,
That fed my vein.
No one could save me,
The needle happily accepted my pain,
It knew I was desperate to just be.
Tomorrow I will try again,
Walking cobblestone roads,
Where my childhood began.
If I should die before then,
I ask God to forgive me,
And all the others who have been,
Walking cobblestone roads,
Looking for,
A long lost friend.
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