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War had proved granddad tough.
He told me never to bluff.
He said that living well is the best retribution
And a temper was rarely a solution.
But he said something else too
If there's no choice but action, here's what to do
Don't show your hand, even if your seethin'
Don't get mad, just get even.
My brother and I went to a Jersey town in our guide
Indians signed a treaty there under the oak tree big and wide
We started walking down a street, a teen looked mean and rough
I was afraid, so I forgot I must not bluff.
He asked me what we wanted, I later found people come for meth
But I was quaking in my shoes, afraid of pain or death.
So I said to my brother "Don't hit him!" hoping that would scare
The dude looked amused, blew a whistle in the air.
Three other guys appeared, coming from the hood.
One punched my brother in the head, but my brother stood
He had turned his head to see, that protected from the blow
The drug gang let us leave, but I had to eat crow.
My brother didn't get mad at me, but I was grievin'
Because he told the family, equivalent to getting even.
I was embarrassed, my reputation beyond retrievin'
I had tried to bluff a bad guy, with an act he won't believe in.
I saw that Jersey street in dreams for quite a while
That amused whistle and that mocking smile
I guess this is a story I should be concealing
My brother's bruise healed, but I can't repair the feeling.
don't let those feelings be your master
come on with another poem disaster
poetic justice is what you write
others try to compare are in for a fight
yes we delight in the lord above
get in our way and we have no choice but to shove
total breakdown words don't flow
you thought of everything you don't know
when we fight it's for real
when your caught up in it you'll surly feel
the flow we bestow will inevitably show
as the lord is our master we don't eat crow
show me the poem and i will show you mine
mine will leave you in the dust ,left behind
don't let those feelings be your master
come on with another poem disaster
YOU HELD ON,
THEN YOU LET GO.
HARD TO SWALLOW
WHEN YOU EAT CROW.
SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS TO
QUESTIONS NEVER ASKED.
SEARCHING FOR SOMEONE WHO
WEARS NO MASK.
YOU PULLED ME IN,
THEN THREW ME AWAY.
I GUESS IT WAS HARD TRYING TO
BE GAY.
IN MY DEEPEST, DARKEST DAYS
AND HOURS.
I WATCHED MY LOVE FOR YOU
STEW AND SOUR.
I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE FREE
OF MY MIND?
NO MEMORIES OF A LOVE I SAW
AS SUBLIME.
MANY PEOPLE WALK IN AND OUT
OF MY ROOM.
IT’S INTENSE HERE INSIDE OF
MY TOMB.
FOR TWO YEARS IT’S COLD, DARK,
CONSTANT RAIN.
I WELCOME ALL TO MY
HOUSE OF PAIN.
MY MIND IS CLOUDED,
MY HEART BLEEDS.
DEPRESSION SETS IN,
AT MACH-SPEED.
I’M DRIFTING UNSURE OF
MY DIRECTION.
MY FLAWS WERE EXPOSED AND ALL
MY IMPERFECTION.
YOU SAID FOREVER,
THEN RAN AWAY.
I STILL SEE RED TAIL-LIGHTS
FROM YOUR CHEVROLET.
I’M SCARED OF BEING PULLED,
DOWN AND UNDER.
A SIDE-EFFECT OF LOVING SOMEONE
THEY CALL THE HUNTER.
TURBO1904
Bully, the bull dog thought he was tough
He barked until his owner had enough
Bully went to the pound
A disgruntled old hound
He had a name change...now he's called "Scruff"
Blow Hard was a very ugly bullfrog
Sat in a pig sty on a rotten log
Boasted about his size
He was not very wise
Cuz the moron was eaten by a hog
There's an old geezer who has an ego
Told tales of his greatness for all to know
The haughty one cries
His tales were all lies
He's an old phony who has to eat crow
Bully, Blow Hard, and even that old Geezer dude
All three looked at life with eyes that were skewed
Moral of story...
There is no glory
In barking, boasting, or a haughty attitude
No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're too busy eating crow
by Jenna Logan
Their "platforms" anchored, tightly tethered
Their statements all "if, ands, and whethers"
While blowing their horns
And spitting out thorns
From mouths full of fluffy crow feathers
by John Lawless
Cruel comments, sure catch one's eye
Demeaning, vindictive, but sly
Trolls aim to debase
And leave a bad taste
Perhaps they should eat humble pie
by Jan Allison
Some people just won't admit when they're wrong
Like to spin yarns and then string you along
But without any doubt
They are always caught out
Then feast on the first crow that comes along
by Tom Cunningham
Will he choke while eating crow
A feeble mind he does show
He messed in the blog
When he slopped his hog
His words are wind and they blow
by Mark Koplin
Your posts pretend to blow off steam
but your words are so very mean
time to eat some crow
maybe time to go
Your vile blogs make me want to scream
by Tania Kitchin
So many people are really just a fake
It's just who they are, dear lord, for heaven's sake
I just want them all to know
I'd fill their mouths with crow
And feed them as much as their fat cheeks can take
by Charlie Messina
A taste of revenge for the blogger
Whose intention is to cause bother
It's made perfectly clear
Folly falls on deaf ears
So fool, go eat crow for some fodder
by Belle Bellevue
I'm hearing rumors that are easy to believe
but none of them give me reason to grieve
You've been telling people their poetry sucks
Words from your mouth flow in a fetid flux
What arrogance is revealed in your slander
You don't rile me enough to raise my dander
The absolute truth is that I just don't give a fig
Your remarks show you to be an arrogant prig
How dare you disparage so many other poets
People call you 'rude' in case you don't know it
I've laughed at your slurs and each bitter assault
If the truth hurts your feelings, it's all your fault
You've mocked and criticized lots of poetry
making you a monster with green-eyed jealousy
I've heard from many, and in their point of view
'they' say you're a nasty male version of a shrew
There's been quite an extensive survey taken
and the unanimous results should jolt and awaken
you to see that on you this request they bestow...
The message: "Open your big mouth and eat crow
Oh, but that is something you would never do
so there'll be no lamenting nor feelings of blue
No tears of sorrow on the smiing cheeks of many
of those you've insulted, and there's been plenty
This love once upon a time tasted so sweet,
Now it's tainted with betrayal and deceit
.
Shot in the back by friendly fire,
Trying to get thru to you is like preaching to the choir.
If you think about it, it's kind of funny like a joke,
It's a gamble let it ride go for broke.
Lying, cheating, hurting that’s all you know,
What you going to do come time to eat crow.
You never mentioned this is just a ride,
You destroyed my world when you turned the tide.
I did not until recently meet the inner beast,
Was not prepared for the energy it released.
You can't think on your feet you don't roll like that,
Want you to know you are not where it's at.
You turn it up and you turn it on when it benefits you
You’re a sexual energy a bolt from the blue.
TURBO1904 2021
“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...
More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red
boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact inducing
mushrooming reverberations,
she continuously smacks me with dread
naught (Hawaiian punch style)
upside the head
jarring delicate anatomical
soft as freshly baked bread
gray matter, qua delicate
psyche got skull fully outspread
knocking down intelligent quotient
less than porcine Nellie, one smart
pig in poke farmstead,
where unseen hemorrhaging bled
scarring, seething, and suffering
practically indelible contusions
finds me whirling back from Sheepshead
Bay to stone age of Fred
Flintstone, where shmoo zing schwilly
found yours comfortably numb,
and yet kept on truckin as if grateful dead,
asper decades worth oven
po' whetted unleavened bread.
This insufferable afflicted
brow beaten doughless bro
tantamount, viz time
and again forced to eat crow
yes (ma pet) even as prank no
joking even derided by (thanks to Yo
yo ma spouse) innocent looking Elmo
nsync with mouths of scared
bullies vitriol, which did flow
exploding like embers
kindled within me plenti glow
wing with blood lust vengeance
antithesis trademarked ho ho ho
wing of Santa Claus, intending
to crush indomitable of this Joe,
whose spit fired spirit, also
suffered strafed bruised flesh
indistinguishable from indigo
girls or goo goo dolls know
wing no better than dodo
bird than besiege this hobo!
(alternately titled:
why yours truly crafted six electronic aliases).
No rhyme nor reason beatle browed
beastie boy long ago
created INXS of half dozen
email addresses gallivanting
feigning himself a most sought after
singular modest beau
courtesy crass brazen duplicity
eventually forced to eat crow
campy bonehead devoured carrion
(blech) property extinct dodo.
Egregious discreet escapades
sneeze silly explains at chew
(albeit lamely) philandering,
foolish extramarital dalliances,
I now regret and genuinely eschew
interesting complete one hundred eighty
sobering perspective regarding grandview
emotional shell shocked fallout experienced
courtesy this wanderlust myopic
quite reformed practicing Jew
whose doubting thomas belief, credo, dogma...
closely aligned with Unitarianism milieu
dirty deeds done dirt cheap willingly crafted
previous poems offering adulterated preview
years after, the missus
got told deux gals I did hammer, nail and screw
at present juncture within space time continuum,
yours truly maintains critical view
bespeaking polygamous antics,
now reviled when garden variety
generic primate initially acted cagey
while going bananas within human zoo.
I sought amorous affections
(think verboten fruit) cuz marriage went askew
(daily altercations transpired
between me and the missus),
thus as iterated above
unhappy husband stealthily finagled bravado
(dreamt up one after another digital pseudonyms
blithely cavorting debauchery ejaculating
unsuspecting self incrimination) cyber sex debut
successfully launched prurient hitherto
novel short lived role as Casanova
starring me... Matthew
Scott Harris whose hubris
coursed thru mine every sinew
until... worst fate than being caught
by cannibalistic Zulu.
Perched on figurative shoulder...
taking devil's advocate stance...,
with sharp eyed cognizance
of course Joe King abidance!
Wild eyed traitor Joe Schmoe,
albeit Democrat subjects himself to grow
wing skepticism at impeachment show
whip lashed, viz strapping jock who stow
weapons of mashed destruction
expects at least one rotten tomato,
or "mother's petrified pop slop,
electronic brickbats, et cetera
hard as(s) bupkis targeting yours truly
smack dab rendering aspiring po'
wit smashing me face
courtesy final deathblow,
while pilloried vainly
waiting for... Godot,
cuz I must say impeachment travesty
appears triumphantly trumped,
where Nancy Pelosi will eat crow
proving Hillary Clinton's catchphrase
basket of deplorables apropos
aforementioned speaker of the house
tin pot dictatorial desperado
scuttling hither and yon to and fro
oddly enough even staking out
manhunt for Wizard of Oz
enlisting (right on the Dot) doggone toto
tense seat of pants increasing
stiff competition on all faux pas,
whereby freezeframe tableaux
icy (I see) as temperatures
dip down into five below
analogous to stop motion
projector manned by bonobo
sports petsmart stuff and struts
(think shock absorbed) ditto
Ringling Bros and Barnum
& Bailey Circus, where ma's yoyo
tricks, tracks, and trumps...
three ringed circus, nonetheless
(toe) nail biting suspense
amazingly graceful slick cameo
starring emperor donning
invisible new clothes
couture well worn portfolio
prosecutorial cadres itching
to dredge schmutz (quad) drilling,
and extracting ore region null
evidence upending forefathers status quo
appearing impressive bandying
sine qua non quid pro quo bingo
emphatic pedantic Latin Oh
though above named
language dead - Anglo
Saxon heavily and
will (yum) doth barr row,
especially to appear self important
those of the Senate
does saul full bellow.