Kansas winds tried to whisk her all the way to Emerald City
She was a fragile-looking girl, but resolute, and resilient
Nothing could budge her from her self-appointed spot
The tornado sent a derecho, but even that was not enough
they could not move, budge, knock over or knock down this sprite
She had a mind that kept her upright, on her guard and on her toes.
I’m playing Jenga, at a social group. At a social group, playing Jenga I’m. The best block to take out is the middle one — not an absolute, but two left either side sounds solid. Two left either side sounds solid — the best block to take out is the middle one, not an absolute. We are playing for a photoshoot for the social group’s new website, so I purposely remove a crucial block to knock over the tower. For the social group’s new website to knock over the tower, I remove purposely a crucial block, so we are playing for a photoshoot. The photographer wasn’t ready, though. Though, the photographer wasn’t ready. Twice, we’ve rebuilt the tower so he could get a photo of it falling. So he could get a photo of it falling, we’ve rebuilt the tower twice. He didn’t get the shot the time second. The second time, he didn’t get the shot. Third time lucky. Lucky time third.
After the Jengaful afternoon, we wish each other a nice eve. We wish each other a nice eve, after the Jengaful afternoon. Words fall as water, then Jenga into towers.
As water, words fall.
As Jenga, words tower.
A throat tickling ambience
of chili garlic,
Mung Bean paste
and bottles of oyster sauce.
Clumsily, I knock over a glass jar
of curry powder.
A choking mushroom cloud
erupts.
The lady at the cash register
watches me jump backwards
flapping at the spicy miasma.
She is sixteen going on fifty.
Her disgusted frown speaks volumes.
I apologize, offer to pay -
eyes burning.
What I want now is a cheeseburger,
very mild cheddar,
definitely no mustard,
no sesame seeds, pickles
or onions.
Like the ocean s the shore
endlessly, violently,
Until I'm nothing but salt on your skin.
Dripping sweet with memories...
Freaky hard do me.
On the edge of the kitchen counter,
Knock over the wine glass I never finished.
Pull my legs apart as I claw at your shirt,
Bite down on my shoulder to muffle the growl,
And leave me dripping where the light flickers.
So hard, do me.
Hold me down,with a grip that
Screams it's me who got a hold of you!!!
Push into me like you're carving
Your name into something eternal.
Make me forget the cold floor
Beneath us, the way the world spins.
Make me remember only you...
Just me.
My brain hurts.
In sync.
With itself.
I could be…
Inside.
With no windows.
But they give me a window anyway.
My heart sits.
When I am screaming.
But also not doing anything.
I wish that,
I could knock over the glass vase.
That is silent as me.
My arms are weak.
I can’t give myself a push.
On the swing.
That promises to come back to me.
But it is too tiring for now.
Your
Brain hurts for no reason.
The reasons you force yourself to cry about.
Are not funny.
But you are.
Your heart sits patiently.
Seemingly not doing much.
The silence.
Is a whirling, unique silence.
Your arms are weak…
From doing push ups.
There are no enemies.
Just the carpeted floor with a mat on it.
There are no enemies.
Just you.
Pen and paper in hand, words swirling in my head,
Working on my big essay, Sounds and Whispers, and planning.
Buzz, crash, drip, pop, whoosh, splash, bang!
Startling me, what are those sounds?
A phantom mouse, maybe, hiding under my desk.
I’m sure I heard a squeak.
Jumping up, I knock over my cup—splash, it crashes to the floor.
I gasp, arms flailing; my elbow hits a box perched on the shelf,
My eyes follow it, mid-air, SLAM—
The box hits the desk, BOOM.
I stifle a scream, peering at the phantom mouse scurrying around.
I sigh—my heart races.
Thump, thump! Like a jackhammer.
Wet shoes, making SQUELCHING sounds and slipping as I go.
Buzzing, like a tiny plane,
Just as I grab the handle,
A big, black horsefly lands on my hand,
I try to shoo it away—
But SMACK! SMACK! SQUISH!
Crossing the threshold to safety,
That squeak returns; the not-so-phantom mouse, is closing in on me.
Crack, crack and pop, pop, I run,
Chunky little legs carrying me
Out of this nightmare — fast.
Remember me oh Lord
Remember my soul
Remember my cries and answer my call
I am miserable and lost
I am tired and cold
I am broken and scared
where am I to go
Where am I to find solace
Where am I to seek peace
I drank and feasted with the rotten
Traded my cloth of glory for impurity
I have shamed you and wounded my soul
But here am I, just a man
I beg of you my Lord, do not cast me away
Do not hide from me your glory
Do not let the poor forever hungry
but be merciful for your name's sake
At your feet I will stay
Will never walk away until you bless me
Will never leave until you change me
As my heart and soul know there is nowhere else for me but at your feet
I will beg and cry days and night until you answer
I will knock over and over
As my salvation depends on you
Hear me out oh Lord
Hear my heart crying
Hear my soul shaking
Just touch me; just look at me
Please heal me, Lord save me
You've heard of me.
You've seen me around.
I nest in cabins, garages, sheds,
Trailer parks, abandoned buildings,
Even on your attic.
I'm not as cuddly as I look,
So don't come near me,
Or dare try to pet me;
You'll get a nasty bite on your finger!
Yes, I'm quite temperamental
And ferocious.
I'm a pest and a half
Who have invaded
almost every habitat you can imagine.
I'm a havoc-wreaker
Who does damage to gardens,
Crops and poultry;
I even knock over trash cans
while scavenging for food.
I hunt both on land and in water,
Munching on insects, fruits, nuts,
Mice, fish, frogs, turtles, etc.
I have gray fur, a ringed tail,
Black stripes on my face,
Long dexterous fingers
That can twist knobs and open doors.
I'm solitary and nocturnal.
I'm a Raccoon.
Date written: 11/14/2021
without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
without leaving my seat at my desk
I see two bottles of hand sanitizer, my work badge,
a red cloth face mask I am tired of wearing
an address book with a multitude of squiggles
which no one else could read
they might possibly think I was mentally ill if they got closer
by turning only my head to the right I see two notebooks
three pens, one of them happily has red ink
an oversized yellow bottle of water I continually knock over
a roll of blue tape, and a walkie talkie that needs plugged in
I am looking to the left now. Three posters
One says “Effort and Perseverance are the Keys to Success”
There is a blue chair with an ugly hexagonal print in yellow
A bookcase with kinesthetic sand which I love as much as the children
Welcome to an Elementary School Counselor’s Office
The Marmite Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Written 8-17-2021
Thus crushing on her blind date
Causes her to knock over the plate
The food crashes to the floor
Her date runs out the door
So, she tries to determine her fate
Wouldn't it be great to win a small prize,
So I can restock my stationery supplies.
I first write it down,then I type it up
I make lots of mistakes, then I rip it up.
Just when I think I've got it just right,
I knock over my coffee,
It's been one hell of a night.
At last it's all finished,
I've got a pile in the bin
If I don't win a prize,I will pack it all in.
I don't need a lot, just paper and ink,
Oh and a litre of correction fluid I think.
Now I'm going to the post,
I say this with a smirk,
If I can win a little prize
It's got to be easier than work.
If you think this is a begging letter,
Of that there is no doubt
If I could say I've won a prize,
I would have something to shout about!
A throat tickling ambience
of chili garlic sauce
settles over rows of Mung Bean paste
and bottles of oyster sauce.
Then clumsily
I knock over and break a glass jar
of hot curry powder.
The lady at the cash register
watches me jump backwards
flapping at the spicy miasma.
She is sixteen going on fifty.
Her disdainful frown speaks volumes.
I sneeze, and inwardly apologize
to a pantheon of Chinese Gods
for my sudden and wistful desire
for a White Castle slider.
My name is cat
And when it's night
I bite the out of everything in sight
I bite the couch,
I bite the chair
I even gnaw on your hair
I may be fat, but I am agile
I will knock over everything
That's fragile
You see the hate?
In my eyes?
It burns with passion,
From my despise.
I despise you and everything you love
No particular reason,
Just because.
Because I'm an *******,
That you feed
I have all the right,
To be filled with greed.
So I shall be cat,
And when it's night,
I will bite the
Out of everything in sight.
It's said love is the bestest damn feeling ever
Finding a washroom needing to pee is much better
Love must wait
Don't hesitate
Knock over old people to avoid being a tenor
It's said love is the bestest damn feeling ever
Finding a washroom needing to pee is much better
Love must wait
Don't hesitate
Knock over old people to avoid being a tenor
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