Long Crusher Poems

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Premium Member Her Son

Her son had died upon the cross
As she wept all seemed lost
The sky turned black, He cried out
Now her emotions tossed 

His body swiftly placed in the tomb
No time to anoint Him
As the proper burial rites should
All her hope now quite dim

The women who loved Him came
Early to the sepulcher
To anoint the body of their Lord
Found open tomb a crusher

An angel appeared to explain
He's not here but risen
Oh! The joy within their hearts
Sadness not their prison

How could Mary know that the child
Whom once she carried within
Would soon come into her small heart
To live once again

Mary who had carried The Lord Jesus within her womb knew 
that it was Jesus that came into her heart when the Holy Spirit entered 
the believers in the upper room at Pentecost..
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Hit Her With Your Best Shot

Cancer, you're a real tough cookie with a long history.
You've been breaking hearts of loved ones for an eternity,
but that's okay cancer, because you just blew it,
so put up your dukes, Let's Get Down To It!
Hit her with your best shot,
go on cancer, hit Samara with your best shot.
Hit Samara with your best shot,
you'll never blow her away.
You come on strong and you don't fight fair
but that's okay cancer, see if she cares.
You can knock her down but it's all in vain,
she gets right back up on her feet again,
so hit her with your best shot,
go on cancer, hit Samara with your best shot.
Hit her with your best shot,
Fire away.
You'll never add this notch to your cancer case,
because Samara's going to put you in your place.
Cancer should have done it's homework before messing with her,
because Samara's the Samonster, The Cancer Crusher,
so hit her with your best shot,
go on cancer, hit Samara with your best shot.
You can hit her with your best shot,
but she'll blow you away. 
So hit her with your best shot,
that's right cancer, hit Samara with your best shot.
Hit Samara with all that you've got,
She's Here To Stay!

*
Dedicated to my Friend,
Samara Kimiko
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dreamer

When I was a child, I was a dreamer.
I lived in the land of dreams.

If I desired it, it was possible. There 
were no dreams too big or small.

But I wasn't prepared for the dream
crusher and his twin, dream destroyer.

I was young and vulnerable, so I couldn't 
recognize them when they came my way.

They were like wolves in sheep's clothing.
I became a doubter of dreams instantly.

As the years went by and I got older and
matured, I started to dream again.

I realized that dreams are good for the
soul and you're never too old to dream.

Dreams are attainable, and they give one
something to live for and look forward to.

I chose not to let anyone crush my dreams, 
not even myself.














Alexis Y.
02/22/2021
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

You Are My Mister Dream Crusher

My feelings are so conflicted
Since the day that you insisted
I choose between a life with you
Or my dream job coming true
Ever since my childhood
I've been wanting something good
To happen so I can be
Joyful and living happy
When fate brought us both together
You promised now and forever
There's nothing I'd be denied
Believing the truth that was lied
My heart chose a love so precious
That would make my life treacherous
Blinded from the very start
 It would soon fall apart
When I came to you one day
With these words I had to say
About a job offered to me
I was filled with jubilee
But my joy would not last long
With harsh words so tough and strong
Telling me loudly and clear
I'm not going anywhere
To follow the dreams I've longed for
Now their on a distant shore
I can't reach or even find
Wanting my life to rewind
To the worst time and place
When we met, I want erased
So this predicament I'm in
Never occurred and I win
My life back with all my plans
Of dreams so huge and so grand
As I turn around and smile
At someone who's mean and vile
And without a word I push
Past him with a hollow look
Walking into bright sunshine
Knowing I will be just fine
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Crushed

In my remote village a long time ago
From town came a man of twenty or so
Set up a smart machine called gristmill
Times have changed but it’s there still.

Every weekend I had to go there to share
A duty that for me became a routine affair
Take a bagful of fresh wheat grain to grind
In the mill that produced flour so refined.

The sound of the crusher was harsh incessant
The attitude of the man was equally indecent
For he made me wait a long while for my turn
The unseemly reason I could never discern.

Despite this touch of forced discomfort
My weekly tryst with the gristmill was of worth
For the floating aroma of freshly ground wheat
Dipped me in cool scent of corn field in summer heat.

When I’m crumbled now under the time’s wheel
I see me standing before the village gristmill
In the midst of cacophony and grinding strife
I can still smell the scent of the crushed life.

Posted : June 3, 2018
June 18, 2020
Contest : Crushed
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
Form: Rhyme


I Bought A

Her glare seemed to covey her
feelings. She is uninterested or
need a script to be remotlyly
kind to him as freind.
He wished her to be more kind as
his and her's research together
could revolutionize the medical world.
What within reason finds us together
he said. She asked was he coming on
to her in a gentle voice, he anwsered no
do you want me too? Awning she awnsered
if our working together
means being kind to one another
I will be kind. If success means us be
exclusive wwith one another
maybe we should start dating
I just want to know the conditions
of our togetherness.
Alligator and Ostriches are the most
popular animals and both our research
is centered around danger. We'll need
 to learn to trust one another
were we to be partners.
He told her he had put years into
research and losing it all to some
sorta
dating scam wasn't what he was looking
for. Deal she replied right anwser.
We are dating, and are exclusive.
I don't want anything to compromise my work,
and possibly our future works together,
 deal! she told him. I guess were dating: yeah sorta
I guess so!


from the Book "  Aqua Man". Written by "Unnamed Auther"
Music Comany and Action Theater Collabarations Inc.
The antibodies from Orstrich were choosen because there
bloods were said to fight illness bacteria and viruses.
The evil works Of Lex Luthor. "When Superman Hears"
this to by the same "Unnamed Auther" a story about
a stone crusher who finds stones on a beach
and crushes them to powder not 
knowing the blue stones were Kryptonyte!
Arturia Puchner
Heckal Puchner
Heckal Mendini
Artley Mendini
Form: Ballad

This Old Car

This old car written by a parky ,


I have a friend Denitia 
A lovely lady she is
I rang her up one morning
To see if she was in

We decided to have some fun
In an old reck of a car
So off we went 
With tools in hand to find this old car.

This car was for the crusher 
It had no seats or wheels 
But we put our heads together 
And started to build

We worked on this old car all day 
And found some good old wheels
We sorted out the puncher 
And polished up the steel

They all come up such a treat 
All sparkling with a gleam
And then when we looked with in the car 
There was no seats to be seen

So of we went to have a fined
And there to our amaze 
Was an old pink push chair 
That will do as a seat 

We needed a front seat 
So that we could drive 
She put it in excitedly 
And decided she would drive

We realised  it need a battery 
And found one on the ground, 
We checked it out 
and to our surprise
It started up the car

We both jumped in, And of we went 
Not knowing we're to go
And this old car went chugging along 
And never let us down

The radio was blaring 
The music so much fun
We sang along in rhythm 
To the 70 s songs

We followed along the rd 
And vagus did we find
It was all lit up and all aglow 
With beautiful fairy lights 

We parked the car,And wondered around 
We had so much fun that night
There were saloons and bars 
And dancing to ,all through the night 

We had so much fun,We wanted to stop 
But had to get on our way 
We wondered back to the car 
But we had lost our way

We both could not remember ,
were we parked the car
This poor old cars gone missing
It's a jaguar 

It's blue and brown , 
it has got lots of rust
And has  a beautiful pink drivers seat,
It sing all the songs that you can sing 
All from the 70s 

So if you find a car , that's blue and brown
And lots of rust you see
And that it's a jaguar 
That sing along to the 70s

Please look after this old car
It's to good to be crushed 
It won't never let you down 
Even though it's full of rust

But we have never found it 
It's gone from our minds 
We just hope that one day 
We will hear it coming by

We listen out for the 70s
The songs we so enjoyed 
And prohaps one day we will remember 
We're we left the car


Sue gage
car

Premium Member Of Muscle and High Spirits

Vehicles, muscled cars were built, to be fast;
creatures of iron and steel; 
the wildest beasts.

In the day of manufactured power, Lynx and Jaguar raced; thunderbirds flew low to ground with wings, 
as fast as, a road runner.

The mighty Chevy of “57” dreams; 
leant compassions ear to young Edsel, 
when he failed his popularity test.

Lightening swift, these darts did fly; 
racing down, route “66” back then, 
the pride supported its own.

Metal, mega-mammals, like all others; 
live and die their last wheeze and cough, 
recorded by the crusher.

Those who signed away body parts; 
the donors left a re-built legacy.

Beautiful and powerful, as their ancestors; 
legacy lives on but, route “66” is a much milder path.

In Heaven’s showroom; 
lion and lamb lie, side-by-side; 
these are the souls of the metal mammals.

I'M Sorry

To the city of gold 
  
It brings me great pleasure 
To inform you that your application to grab hold 
Of my attention has been successful. 
Your name is self explanatory 
Your status is unquestionable 
Your record speaks for itself 
You are remarkable indeed. 

You have made the dreams of the dreamers come true 
You moreover led promising men from the rural astray 
In the hopes of hitting the jackpot 
Your beauty is of course a bonus 

However , I owe you an apology dear great white 
For being prejudice 
I believe the name is heavy 
And the expectations heavier 
You too were wronged by us 
We named you "the city of gold " 
 to make sucking you dry excusable 
We used you and are still for 
Our own personal gain 
You were beautiful now your beauty is limited 

You were free now violence and barriers surround you 
You were clean 
Now your trees bear drugs 
You were a  God fairy 
Now you're a dream crusher 
People resent you 
You were fair 
Now you only favour all those that are on the right side 
Those that have the right connections 
You used to be home 
Now you're shelter to the highest bidder 


We made you like this 
We interfered with mother nature 
We we we 
We are to blame 
We are to be prosecuted 
We  divided you 
And gave the other half capital punishment 
We demonised you 

We made ourselves God to you 
And our sin is bigger than you 
And our apology is as tiny as Satan's mercy 

From a sorry and regretful being

Premium Member Writing On the Wall

There was an orange tanned douchebag called Trump

		Playing hero on a bicycle pump

			When inflating his Ego

				Before sorting the Lego

		The great wall crushed with a flatulent thump


	London BoJo called Muslims a post box

		Surely they spread contagion and small pox

			We must rule the waves

				Or else we'll be slaves

		In isolation stranded on dry docks


	Blame it on Putin and that Xi Jingpin

		Produce a fake red yellow catarrh spin

			Those bastards won't mind

				Just one of a kind

	Virus Vodka in a chop suey tin

	
        Mexicans count their left over last grace

		With Europe a mere historical phase

			China meets Russia

				As fake news' crusher

	Xenophobes leave their vile virulent taste


	Poets scribe of idiots in power

		Just ink on sheets no Ivory Tower

			Peace from a kind pen

				Once more and again

	United in truth and scripted power


05th April 2020
Form: Limerick

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