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I want to tell you a story that will not end with the glory,
Of a good friendship gone gory, come on drink the drink from my flask.
You have backstabbed me through my worst, so come on now, do quench your thirst,
And to be buzzed, you will be first; I know you’re love to have a blast.
Thanks for helping me; you’re the only one who could help with this task.
Come on, let us bury the past.
Do you remember my good friend, often times you try to pretend?
Saying in you, I should depend, masked people must take off their mask.
Behind my back you were lying, in revenge now I’m applying,
Like in your lies you were trying, to avoid whatever I ask.
And now you will feel, what I was feeling, on the wrath that I cast,
Go on; drink the drink from my flask.
Do you feel inebriated, perhaps too intoxicated?
It seems your vision has faded, my, you have gotten drunk so fast.
Come on help me mix this caustic, hurry now! Is it too toxic?
It’s not harmful; you won’t get sick, be careful it could give a blast.
I push him in, but he don’t fit, so now I had to use my rasp,
I vowed my revenge, so take in your breath; it is to be your last.
And now in this drum you will bask.
You have done me this way too long; lying, stealing; the same old song,
And in life you do not belong, for it’s your lies that are too vast.
I’m done with my contemplating and your death I am awaiting,
Should I go, I am debating, now you’re time in there has surpassed.
I am not like you; I take it further, can you see the contrast?
For your help, it’s an A, you passed.
Sips of liquor is what it took, to rid this liar, thief, and crook,
Now entombed in this little nook, I wipe the germs off of my flask.
And though he’s dead, I am upset, because my clothes and shoes are wet,
And for this day I won’t forget; my senses I begin to grasp.
But for now all of my problems are floating, in acid and gas,
There they’ll dwell, in the wooden cask.
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For Elaine George's 'Tell me a story' contest
The form is Trochaic Octameter
Iambic pentameter serves as the substitute.
One quick snap I'm
cognizant, no
standing in this
place, in pitch black
dark I lay can't see
my hand before my
face,
my wingspan's non
existent, cushioned
wood up by my
head, the sayers
nay have fine'lly
gone and buried me
for dead.
They should've
checked my pulse
before they shut the
coffin top, attempts
to leave me like
they do these
young'ns off the
block,
but haters are so
sloppy otherwise
they'd know for
sure, my heart is
truly still before the
final coup de jour.
I don't know how
much time has
passed since I was
buried deep, the
casket lid is weak, I
feel the dirt and
moisture seep,
through cracks
unseen, it's
blasphemy to think
that I'd succumb, I'll
resurrect my being
cause I'm nume'ro
dos to none.
I use my knees to
break apart the lid
atop my cage, the
soft'ning soil
drizzles down onto
my suit clad frame,
I claw my way
through earth
ignoring parts that
scream with pain,
my right hand
breaks the plain to
feel the rush of
streaming rain.
The nighttime air is
filled with all the
power of my core,
they left me dead
and buried so I'll
give them all what
for,
and resurrect
myself to fit the
image of the gods,
a total
metamorphasis in
spirit, mind and bod.
My words will wrap
around you
anaconda, squeeze
you tight, enough to
make your ribcage
splinter til you bleed
inside,
don't hide behind
requests for mercy,
it was meant to be,
which may
convincingly convert
my friends to
enemies.
Committed sins I
will atone to climb
life's hill alone, with
skills from off the
dome I turn my foes
to skinless bones,
a mind as warped
as mine will kill em
all and steal the
throne, decapitate
the king and have
his cabbage sealed
in stone.
I sit now on my
grave with fractured
personalities, which
comes from me
ascending through
the world of R.I.P.,
I then begin to
scream out to the
thunderstorm I see,
like Al Pacino on
the steps, the end,
GodFather 3,
and though I love to
joke, wait til they
get a load of me!
As I tried to pull her along with me and our eyes started adjusting to the darkness,
we realized that she was not suffering from some sort of paralysis. Instead, a pair
of large harry hands protruded through the sidewalk and were each wrapped
around one of her ankles.
I am not sure why, but I unzipped my pants and started to urinate on the hands.
“What are you doing”, cried my girlfriend, full of fear.
“Our urine is like acid on their skins”, I answered, not really sure how I knew this.
She stared at me with a quizzical look on her face as if she, too, was afraid to ask
how I knew that – fearful of what my answer might be.
As the skin burned off the large hands, my girlfriend was able to step free and we
started running down the darkened city street.
Off in the distance was a barely perceivable blinking red light marking the
destination I was heading for. Even though it felt like we were running in place and
in slow motion, the red light grew larger and larger with each lethargic step.
Finally, we reached our destination. It looked like a domed baseball stadium
hovering five feet off the ground. I approached a door-like structure and
yelled, “Permission to enter the ship” – only the sounds that came out of my mouth
were strange bleeps and blips.
“No humans allowed”, boomed from the spaceship in the same bleeping language
that I had just used.
“It’s okay – she’s with me”, I responded. My girlfriend took a step back, stared at
me with terror in her eyes – eyes that then rolled back as she started to fall in a
faint.
Just in time, I stepped toward her and grabbed her before she crashed onto the
ground. Her weight and momentum took me down with her in a soft landing with
me cushioning her fall.
It was then that I awoke to find my girlfriend on top of me having somehow aroused
me enough to be pleasuring her in my sleep.
"Oh, you feel so good", she moaned ...only, it came out in bleeps and blips.
THIS IS A TYPE OF POETRY I CAME UP WITH
AND METHINKS IT’S A VIABLE FORM
THIS IS “PHREE’S HYBRID POETRY”
(I sincerely hope you see why)
IT COULD BE SMARTER TO BARTER
The barter system is a fallacy entangled in a lie
And I’ll tell you all exactly why
There ain’t no way to live in this world and not spend a penny
At least I don’t know of any
Hey Mister, listen, I’ll clean the windows in your store
And you give me some food and drink in return
So the dude looks as if I’ve gone completely crazy
He implies that it takes green but I infer he could give it to me for free
If only he’d listen to the likes of me
Hey lady, listen, you look all hot and sweaty anyone can see
So let me mow your grass instead of you
And then you let me sleep in a spare bedroom tonight
First of all she’s too leery
and secondly she doesn’t want me anywhere near her house
Hey old man, you look laden and ready to pass out
So why don’t I carry those groceries for you
And you can give me a bottle of rum or two
You don’t think the old bastard drinks liquor, do you?
And even if he had there ain’t no way he was letting me cross his threshold
Hey Mr. Butcher, you look like you’ve had a hard day so why don’t I sweep up for you
I’ll sweep, I’ll dust, I’ll spit shine the floor if I must
And you can feed me anything I need not cook
For I own no bedroom, no roof, and certainly not a stove
All he fed me was some bologna about having no bologna
And that’s the only meat, if he had any, the butcher would spare
Because like everyone I’ve mentioned, he simply doesn’t care
You can call me crazy, insane and a jerk
But I know the barter system could never work
So if you think by bartering our troubles will ever be solved
Ain’t nobody doing nothing for nobody unless there’s currency involved
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
One day ‘cross the meadow by Diggory Spring
I saw an amazing and curious thing
A wee little fellow no bigger than that
Was puffing a pipe blowing smoke through his hat
He had a small bottle of something to drink
And he took a big gulp with a sly little wink
He said “It is late and I really must go”
“If you like, follow me where the banberries grow”
“When midnight rolls ‘round at the end of the day”
“It’s then that the wee folk will come out to play”
So I followed him down to a wee wooded dell
And sat down beside a small sparkling well
There in the dell was a beautiful flower
Which opened as night reached the twelve o’clock hour
Inside several fairies stepped out and took flight
They sparkled and glowed in the darkness of night
Then other bright blossoms soon opened up wide
And the sky was soon filled from the fairies inside
They danced and they sang underneath the bright moon
While a small elfin band played a magical tune
The wee little fellow that I’d followed there
Was cooking up something, its smell filled the air
He said “Come here friend, taste the fruit of the vine”
Then he gave me a glass full of banberry wine
Then being quite thirsty I took a big quaff
My head started spinning as he started to laugh
Then I became weary and sleep filled my eyes
I finally woke up to a glowing sunrise
I looked all around to see what was about
But nothing was there as I gave a loud shout
It must have been just an illusion it seemed
The wee folk had only been something I dreamed
But as I continued on looking around
I saw in the grass something there on the ground
A small empty bottle with a sweet fruity smell
Was lying right next to me there in the dell
So friends if you’re ever by Diggory Spring
And spot a wee fellow then don’t say a thing
Just hurry away and heed these words of mine
If he offers, don’t drink of his banberry wine
I am so screaming bloody MURDERrrrr!!!!!!!!
catch that Poet Destroyer!! (grr, grr, grrrrrr)
She took my turtle sweetie
then said he tasted salty
Well what did she expect?
She is now my prime suspect!
Gone now is my turtle lovey-poo...
and I'm left crying boo-hoo-hoo
I'm plotting now my sweet revenge
for my love's death I will avenge
Watch out, pd I'm watching you
oh! the pain--your turn to stew!!
Did you know sea turtles shed tears?
Were you not moved when they appeared?
What did you do to the shell?
Did you sell it, do pray tell...
my heart is really breaking, b-r-e-a-k-i-n-g
were you the one who did the chopping??
Did his bones go crunch, crunch, crunch?
who else did the munch, munch, munch?
Thanks to you I shall never see him smile,
never see him again swim in style.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Huh? Who is this crawling towards me??
none other than my turtle honey!?!
What? You mean turtle news got it wrong?
You mean, they messed up all along?
pd wasn't cooking you at all? and not Soup?
So you're telling me I've been duped??
But I know they said she was eating turtles!!
Devouring them in between chortles!!
popping them in her mouth like candy
then chasing them down with shandy!
Oh. OH. OHhhhhhhh.
well why didn't anybody tell me earlier?
now I have to say sorry to p. destroyer??
Ok, ok, I'll be the bigger turtle and apologize.
Sorry so sorry pd, I didn't realize...
You were eating Chocolate turtles, the pecan kind
*blush* *blush* teeheehee, spare me some, if you don't mind??
August 3, 2010 written for pd's turtle soup contest
ahaha a bit long-winded sorry I didn't know
where this would take me, had fun though,,,,
+ Linda-Marie I hope you don't mind, I just had to
take from your honey poo & use "poo" as well
for my own turtle-poo ;) lol too cute
laying there out in the plain,
out in the plain alone,
watching the clouds one by one,
watch shapes in the sky go by,
i fantasizing of fairy tales
the ones my mother would share,
a red hooded girl skips on through,
as seven dworves whistle with bears,
several princesses hurry along,
as for one looses a shoe,
followed by a big bad wolf,
as well as three piggys too,
standing up i lurk behind, watching carefully from afar,
to see a queen stand from her chair cheerfully welcoming them all,
every character of all tales told applaud while screaming hurray,
a white rabbit scurries down the middle,
panicly saying im late, IM LATE!
a blonde little girl hurries after her friend,
with everyone followed behind,
soon they will see a castle for me,
for me a castle, i would never have thought,
making my way through the crowed,
i step up on the stage,
everyone cheered, i say is all here?
hearing everyone but whinnie the pooh,
we left on a search, looking high and low,
everyone was stumped,
then we heard, thump thump,
to only see the silly ol' bear,
they all gather round,
greeting their friend,
before i go to say my hello,
I stop,
i realize this is all a dream,
the best dream of them all,
one that should never come to an end,
everyone looks to see me stand still,
they wave goodbye as they all disappear,
i didnt want to leave, but i knew i should,
i awake from my slumber,
as a big clash of thunder,
sound being followed by rain,
i gather my things and head for the house,
running up stairs i jump up upon my bead,
thinking of my friends,
my friends from the dream,
a dream that never came true,
falling asleep i dream of my friends,
of me the queen, celebrating with a royal ball,
ending with a hapilly ever after,
That is my story,
the story that changed my life,
seeing things differently,
opening my mind,
seeing things for more than what they seem.
Form:
Silent and swift
In the shadows you rest
Plotting your course of action
Your victims are what's next
You strike when least expected
The light causes you pain
Your method of attacking is cowardly
But of that you feel no shame
In the shadows you delve
In sin you find your peace
I think I see you coming
No it's just the movement of the trees
Muscles clench
I know you are near
Remain calm
Of you I have no fear
Though you are a demon
and indulge in profanity
I must be lax
I will not resort to insanity
My pathways are lonely
But only to some extent
You seem to be in proximity
With me your life is spent
Following me cautiously
Wishing to do me harm
I know I will conquer
That is why your presence is of no alarm
You laugh with much malice
And I return the favor
You come very close
But your threats have lost their flavor
I come to you now
When the odds have switched sides
Your are now my victim
And my victims will die
My prey I have made you
At my approach you retreat
I knock you to the ground
And shout "Get on your feet!"
Mostly empty bluffs and promises of danger
I have been through this before
We are familiars, far from actual strangers
Return to the shadows
from which you came
I strike with all might
and cast you to the flame
A vile creature
Your deserve no mercy
You tried to cause me pain
But your lies do not hurt me
I wake up to realize
This was all just a dream
But it felt so real
I could have sworn I heard you scream
A nightmare of a demon
Who whispers my name
You appear so real
But you are only in my brain
No matter, I dare you
To try and strike me once more
I am the champion
And your corpse I will leave to the floor
I await your return
Your remarks are very shallow
I grow bored of this
I come for you demon in the shadow
Form:
the canto of begging
1.
when the morning sets in
with the sun rising in the east
i put on the dress of a beggar
extended up to the horizon
and the canto of my begging starts
i beg
beside the big-bazar
beside the fly-over
beside the college-campus
beside the cow-market
you then put your elbow
on the body of the day
giving a perfect and unbiased pose
to attached to the album of life
people of the working-class
spread hither and thither
to write some more decimal fraction
on the notebook of life
2.
in the dusts and soil of rural-bengal
in the testament written by the grass
i am a son of the immortal
my begging-bowl is the most
favourite go-ahead of a alone man
then speaking around are
the chop singara aluposta
and the love-story of a hyacinth
blooming in the pond
blind by mud
also in the overflowed dustbin of the city
waiting rightly with an erected head
the excitement of your absence
3.
coming to this canto of begging
do you know
i enjoy both
your intensity and your sharpness
your secret current flows me to the pore of the skin
of the body of the puller of a hand-barrow
your cold attracts me
towards the syllabus of waning moonlight
i do realise now that the stale afternoons
saved in my pocket
stitched so many new muscles
with my vocal chord
and i’m howling in joy…
4.
what’s an enjoyment… hahaha…day after day
spending too much chaos
and living to so little extent
tell me is it the least
within the left-over on the leaf-plates
after eating by the baboos
i can discover more and more
love
the mango tree the grass-hopper my begging-bowl
and from the tune of the laxmi-panchali
coming from the middle-class houses
listen, how flourishing is my mother-tongue
Now the villager’s are waking from the dreams inside their heads,
They’re locking doors and windows, and they’re hiding in their beds;
It’s a yellow rainy morning with a mist across the sun…
You can hear the hoof beats coming, terrifying everyone.
It’s a legend sprung to life, and it’s a horror story true,
You listen in the silence and you know you hear it too,
And the sound is getting closer till it’s beating in your bones,
And it’s hammering and clattering upon the cobblestones.
Yellow Rider coming
Through the early light of day,
Hear the hoof beats drumming…
Too late for you to pray.
And the Rider’s coming closer still you stay inside your room,
You’re looking at his saddle, and his giant hat and plume,
But you cannot see his face because it’s hidden by the brim,
Still you recognize his saddle so you know it must be him.
For it’s silver-mounted leather from a Gypsy caravan,
His uniform is yellow silk imported from Japan,
And his sword is Spanish-crafted, and his pistol made in France…
And there’s nobody escaping, everybody’s had his chance.
Yellow Rider coming
Like a bandit through the rain,
Hear the hoof beats drumming…
Till they echo in your brain.
Now the Rider is departing just as swiftly as he came,
He’s taking someone with him and I will not tell his name,
But it’s either you or me or maybe someone else we know…
Now the Yellow Rider’s leaving as the sun begins to show.
And the people are appearing at their windows and their doors,
The merchants all are opening their markets and their stores,
And the villages will make believe he never came at all…
But away out on the high road you can hear his mournful call…
Yellow Rider going,
And he’s taking someone new,
Someone we’re both knowing,
Is it me or you?
Is it me or you?