Long Gentlemen Poems
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The TagBoard Media
Pro Chord Media and Championship Mags
reports frustration and Aneeity
in Both Sides
of the Locker rooms
Worlds Abroad Rasslin Media reports
the Deal has been Made
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wrestling
world: Members of the Sports Wrestling
World, Entertainment World and People in
General. It's been Signed
Company Verses Companny
"The Bout That Matter's"
"Only if he show's" said the
promotions
and promotors on both sides.
They'll change the show if he show's"
Mango: Mango! noot to use
the term loosly.
They'll promote it until 3 hours and 40 minutes of the broadcast.
Only between the one hour thirty minute mark
will any challege be accepttable for a television event>
"Only if he Show's" chants were heard from
the emplyee's in both
companies while
I called to confirm>
"ONLY IF HE SHOW'S" determined by his Presence.
He was seen back stage once or twice before
a reporter leaked the story nd got some reviews. People started tsalking. And when things started being said. People started listening. Thats all we Gotta say.! Slamming the door. he said again.
"ONLY IF HE SHOW'S!"
FanWorthy" and Fan Approved
theis The TagBoard Media
and The Men of the Press.
Within 12 months, I met two fine individuals.
They both appeared to be gentlemen,
Not an inappropriate word or behaviour towards me.
Surprisingly, they both appreciated the same rare quality in women.
I learned that from their own statement.
One thing they have in common,
They both were too shy to say goodbye.
One even could not spare the word "Good night".
Amayzingly, one friendship lasted six months,
The other six days only.
They both alienated me for no apparent reasons.
Was I such a horrible person?
Did I not deserve at least simple words,
Of "Hello" and then "Goodbye".
That would be nice. Only they knew why.
I wished they could be kind,
To let me know by one way or another,
Spare me from wondering.
I did not need their friendships,
If that was what they wanted.
I never asked them for anything,
Just friendship and travelling companionship respectively.
One thing I wished they did not mean.
When they told me,
They did not get on well with their mother,
That reminded me a childhood's lullaby,
"The world greatest love for a child,
Was having their mother by their side.
A child has a mother,
Like a person has the treasures in their life."
To me, a child was, is and will always be
A child in their mother's eyes.
Maybe, the world has changed,
People love and treasure internet and computers,
All the electronic and A.I. devices.
Nothing valuable as it was.
I felt so sorry for them,
Somehow they lost their mother's love,
Broke the relationship with her,
Before they found their partner's.
One of them produced videos via internet
To raise his voice of justice.
The other published his books,
Which were available for sale.
They both speak, read and write perfect English,
They both promised to help me,
They both disappeared,
And they both equally deserved,
To have a happy family and wonderful life.
I sincerely thanked them both for indirectly involved in my poetry's journey.
One inspired me to write
Andand the other introduced me to a poetry's website.
Thank you guys. Let me say proper Goodbye.
When I met you in the language of lonely war
three feathers fastened to your breast breathing sore
many graves of gentlemen knew your score and the devil deigned for more,
tears you had for all times rhymes and ribs broke from crimes making aching lore,
ink of fire you did pour, scold and scorch on skin red soft, truly poetry the maze and metaphor,
A feather you gave with each kiss and wound to savor
their texture smooth as silken vapor, tips cut cruel by sibyl's saber,
quills and spells I made of them, heaven and venom in every lash and letter
when love was innocent, revolutionary, rampant with rogue fight, rapid on soul river
with hawk's edge I wrote with might and flight, dominant on the flesh of firmament's blue leather,
Where the owl's point pierced the vellum of victory's scripture
antebellum affections covered our eyes with wings of damp wisdom and cool color,
together we took the touch of roses and razors, feeling the sting and arousal of friendly danger
as the nights knew more than days, secrets grew sweeter, dreams bolder, howls heavy and louder,
our zenith reached the zone quiet calm black, a raven's stem sealed the song of sleeping stranger -
J.A.B.
I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value.
Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup.
All alone. By itself, it’s rather bland.
Put in a little bit of this and some of that. Spice it up with herbs and salt.
Add a pinch of saffronic incantations. And of course, love and presto ...
It’s a soup party! Put the Rolling Stones on the turn table!
Perhaps I’m just a poetaster but I’ll go the extra mile for you.
And dance where the wild things are, even make stone soup.
Stirring the pot with infinite possibilities. Every one unique.
Inhale the aroma where mysteries roam. Be in two places at once.
Hop inside a bowl with me. Swim to the edge of the ocean’s rim.
Skipping stones that never sink. Never ending.
Step up on a cloud with me, then another, up up up.
Join me on my hidden spaceship.
What has Poetry Chef dreamt up for us now?
Make your reservation. Don’t be late.
I see a placemat with your name on it. And mine too.
The host at his podium wearing tails and a top hat.
Holding a wand in his hand he tap tap taps ...
“Follow me to your table, let the dining begin!” tap tap tap.
And like a maestro, waves it magically in the air.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you, thank you,” and takes a bow.,
“Hope you enjoyed the show!”
RAIN FALLING
Jealous, i am against a nature
for it spends more time with my lover.
when it comes, it touches all parts of my lover
that i am yet to touch.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
It start with a wind, its twin,
which gripes through my lover's cloth
hugging million of times, feeling her breast
feeling her hair, kissing her lips.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
When falling, it sends its voice as thunder
talking to my lover
deceiving her to lose my voice within her hearing
talking to her with deep and loud voice
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
I sued you, nature to court
you bribed the judges
by falling and touching their bodies,
breast, and .
I lost my case
Greedy, stingy and a thief,
you gay and lesbian
bribing both the gentlemen
and gentlemen in skirt
at the bench.
I beseech you as nature
look for another lover in the universe
but not mine
Fall in North, for there, they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
fall in the desert
for there they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
as a king, saviour and Lord.
Café al Bachio, you betcha!
My husband so steamy,
his eyes so dreamy, as
his morning cause
is to order me out of bed,
(ladies and gentlemen,
you know that’s not true,
but let’s pretend)
so we leave the counter
with dollars and sense
poured into paper cups.
Oh sweet macchiato; he loves,
and the creamy latte - I should
not, so over the days cappuccino,
olay! (My darling seldom drinks
coffee, but our sheets stay warm)
A preteen picks up her order
of eight cups. Her younger brother
is warming himself with a game.
She tells him, “Jeffrey, you idiot,
get over here!” He doesn’t budge.
Where are the adults - playing
games of their own? Oh buzz!
Café Al Bachio, you betcha!
Full steam ahead! Perfection!
Ordered out of bed on the high seas.
The Caribbean rocks us awake.
I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sack
Behind my back
But to take the fridge which held the beer
That was low, even for you dear
Now I hear you've dumped Jack, in favour of Mark
Everybody knows, he’s a nark
And what about the beer
Is it true, Mark the nark was shot in the dark
Now you're with Joe
The price of beer, it’s shocking you know
Heard the news, heart attack, poor Joe, and at the point of blow
Way to go Joe, the beer will flow
Is it true, Joe’s hardly dead, and you’re away with Fred
My god, I'm drinking myself dead
Oh no, surely not Fred, he was in his prime
Time gentlemen please, time
Well that sobered me up
You’re living with Mary, quite contrary
That's it, you've crossed the line
I'm the laughingstock in the Rose and Crown
You have finally pushed me over the ridge
For Christ sakes woman
Keep the bloody fridge.
The perfect indication
a smirk, with some flirtation
a special night
for dating
do you wanna dance with me
Suggestive comments got me thinking
that atta-bouis
and all that winking
laning on me
got me thinking
you wanna dance with me
aint got the right stuff for staying
work in the morning my Boss aint
playing
But you got me wanting
some forward thinking
the night aint through
when the band finishes playing
I got a kiss
after a whisper
the gentlemen said
she called me her Mister
Right night
the romance of the mmusic
dancing
smiling and grooving
what a night
what a romantic evening
got a foolish man
beleiving
take my time
clm all the feelings
freshen up for a specail evening
Interpret this - you psychotic, sociopathic snake
I wish everything in your world to crumble and break
You're the most f--king illogical sad excuse for a soul I've ever seen
It would be, "off with his head!" if I were ever a Queen
You don't even try to get out of your f--king box
You and your ex BOTH are as dumb as a box of rocks
You're egotistical, prideful, lustful, fake, and so damn sh--ty
Let's not forget the year of 2019 when you first ever hit me
I hate the way you don't even try S--T
But tonight I think I'm finally over it. I quit. You're so dumb
You have no common sense or logic and refuse to explore another perception
You always think its about right or wrong, and you see it as rejection and negative
You're like a flopped and recalled sedative.
You'll say what you're gonna do - and women - he'll f--k other girls all over you
He's the biggest Hellhound Dog I've ever seen
But he's mostly all bark - and at first he won't seem mean
'Cause he's the one who starts it all
Despite what he says, he'll never catch you when you begin to fall
Hello, ladies and gentlemen you've come to see
This circle jester that can't seem to want you - but refuses to let you be free
We can never fix this - there's no way out
Go bring your incest-ass back to the South
I'm over this s--t, I'm done with it
'Cause his f--king mouth ain't gonna quit - I'm seriously over this s--t
I wanna leave so bad right now - how's he allowed to be alive right now - how?
SHE LOVES NASCAR
She loves NASCAR.
I prefer Gaugin or Renoir
but she loves NASCAR.
It's a southern fascination
as Dixie as Faulkner
or sweet potato pie.
I love NASCAR,
She squeals like tires burning,
out of breath.
The only thing that moves
like lightening in the south,
NASCAR.
Guys driving fast
making left hand turns.
I prefer the curves
in a Rodin,
the speed of a swallow’s flight.
She loves NASCAR.
Her eyes smoke
smiling like a checkered flag,
with spark plug laughter.
When the twisted wrecks
have been cleared.
the vroom of the engines still.
In bed,
In my arms she idles.
Her hair smelling of excitement
and exhaust.
I love NASCAR
Her engine revs
I whisper, we have
nothing in common.
Don't be silly
we both love Nascar.
She reaches for me
under the sheets.
GENTLEMEN START YOUR ENGINES!
She draws me inside,
A pitstop. I'm her one man pit crew
We both love NASCAR she sputters.
Yes but, not
for the same reason.
My key in her ignition.
My pistons pounding.
My gears shifting
My heart racing .
Yes, oh yes I love Nascar.