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Oh my God, I'm dead!
Gotta get my butt out of bed.
It's 10 o'clock. I'm 2 hours late.
My alarm clock wasn't heard
and now many a harsh word
from my boss does most certainly await.
Running frantically out of my home
I stop momentarily to put my shoes on.
It's rather dark I must say for this time of day.
Perhaps we are expecting a storm.
I should call my boss before continuing on.
That's when I notice the time on my phone.
I then realize that I'm not at all late for work.
The time reads PM not AM, and now I feel like a jerk.
I must admit in all honesty,
that I do the above quite regularly,
as well as such things I'm embarrassed to say,
like showing up for work on week ends or holiday.
Why do I do this? You tell me.
Perhaps I'm too work orientated regarding my responsibility
to all my fellow workers and how much they depend on me,
or maybe I'm just scared witless of authority
for fear that they one day may choose to fire me.
In any event, it doesn't really matter to me.
I find humor in the above. I can truly laugh at me.
Gone to far now
gotta look ahead
like what I'm hearing
like what you said
it's concerning too
maybe thats to far a head
Ijust remember
She said
"Did I bring that up
why you telling me this
fix it yourself
I have no time for this"
" I think you just made that up
tryna be real cute
you are the joke
in this dispute"
From Dirty Joke Monday
a Movie about a Comedy
No matter what it is
it's a comedy to someone
things unexplained
People playing games
No matter what it is
She laughed at me
said I was a clown
One who'll wear a frown
cause she would no
where else around
She laughed at me
Gave double meaning to everything
Made me feel like a King
Just to make a clown of me
Send in the Clowns
make me smile for a while
send in the clown
make me smile a while
She laughed at me
to deperate her facts from fiction
made a joke of me
in every depiction
It's always me
what's going on
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say what? gibberish jabber and jive
thrown off by that name design
i’ll pause for hee-larious devilish crime,
just this once, yo!
befriending puzzled game of who i am
roarrr! gotta hang loose and chillax...
click the clock and go with moment’s groove
if i hear some laughs, i’ll con you with slum stuff
for now, i ain’t your momma’s sweet thing
to give what’s due, let your green bucks talk
my tricky demons have been impatient,
now let that flat tire settle you.
this rhythm spins for bad, bad girl i’ve never been...
drums roll for a con girl… i’m ready for bullying
spinnin out scum and knowing i spit the shots
sleeky me, too not quick to catch
upside down and underground,
brace yourself or turn around. if you do please,
keep your smarts… street life is my major major punk
i’m callin last call, and all of you, hear this...
it’s time to bail out and bounce up,
live beyond lucid dreams and spark your plug
far beyond the images we see, there are split
mirror- dualities of what seem to be… see, i fancied
the title “Candle Net Out” also known as
nette on the clouds…too pretty and normal,
i’m experimental,
let me shock you from inside out…
just for today, it’s wickedly freaky showtime!
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*twisted because this was the teenage side of me
that wanted to rebel..but just did it half- way through!
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PD's Any Twisted Poem
by: nette onclaud
Stacks of Aloneness
by Odin Roark
He wandered here among the longings
And the forgotten,
Not many remaining properly covered,
Their dust jackets of protection
Long gone.
Worn and torn,
The many leaned fatigued in their shoulder to shoulder exile,
With an occasional entombment in plastic wrap
Sweltering in the heat of its many paged passion.
He saw there was something for every kind of aloneness,
Requiring only to be read,
Not bought and placed on another shelf,
But made companion,
A redemptive power for continuing,
often singular journey of aloneness.
A sudden draft from the entrance door
Fluttered the pages of an ancient pyramid travel guide,
The open page 86 sent miniscule sand afloat,
Including its stowaway squashed flea,
Having once bitten the privates of the book’s looting bandit,
Now reduced to but another powdery remnant of history
He gazed upon the shaft of light spotlighting the settling dust.
Such never-ending stacks of tomes, he thought.
A mix of direct and implied philosophy of time,
Some read and pondered,
Others once he knew were but color-matched bindings for
A decorator’s intellectual pandering to
A 5th Avenue looky-loo,
Someone wanting the perfect life,
A delusion her inheritance
Could ever accommodate.
And then…
There was this one opus, ‘til now he knew not of.
Here, the fortune of lovers lying side by side
Beneath the weight of print and paper,
Shared a vial of death, now empty.
A desperate love wanting only to be read,
To be understood as prohibited emotion
Reduced to a finite repose in the darkness of closure,
Like the unopened book now about to have its long awaited embrace.
From his hand he placed the worn book down for ring up.
The clerk opened the cover to reveal its eye-pencil message:
“To my love. May you live long enough to finish this.”
Smiling to the obviously homeless man,
the clerk said, “Just a buck, including tax. Gotta love a bargain, eh?”
“Yes,” he said. “They say the bard knew aloneness needn’t be lonely.
Think he was right?”
She shrugged.
He handed her four quarters.
Jock Jams and Sports Anthems
" Gott Him all Prettied up!"
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Meaty Mo'Hamm and "The Baycity Biggium" made there announcers debut: they were limited to ring action due to a supspencion prior to there signing there officail contract. Big Meaty didn't complain he simply spoke: "saying that one interest: revealed the concern of the other: citing decorium as an unraveling art form!"
On the same show: "Cold" Sturgeon Grimious stood by his "Main Man"Rasstuss delicate in an interveiw where "Giggy" rhinestone came out to insult a lack luster performance by the former Worlds champion. Saying he crawled out of the kitchen floor, like a scared kitty and let the rat's and me-say's walk off with the cheese, No wunder that "ole Gal"
told you not to come back up in there less you gotta some bacon or some thing greasy!" He snapped and started a brawl. Out numbered he laid there til "Swigg Nasty" Made the save.
"Tabloid" Tinsel Tease and Honey Mambo made there in ring debut with a victory over Country Cowboy Muan Deanse and Big City Cowboy Frill Champion. Massiouro Guisseymoto was the referree.
woke to find Honey perch upon the Big City Cowboy who had been clothes lined by his then former tagteam partner the exiting Country Cowboy.
To join the gang was not my plan,
I sit back and watch them spit and shake hands,
I see them constantly mimic the other,
Standing in line to compete, even though their all sisters and brothers,
You gotta have a name to get in this circle,
But I didn't agree with the rules they enforced on each other,
They tried so hard for so many years,
To get me to initiate within their sphere,
Personally I liked each and every one,
And I would tell each one seperately, I'm not up for that fun,
I know I'm with each of you for a reason,
And sometimes it's only for a season,
But please don't involve me, because I cannot agree,,
I would rather see you all individually.
Food in the Fridge
Good music on the
Bluetooth speaker
Bills paid
Money made and saved
Friend far away but near
Songs from yesterday
Lots to say
No goodbyes
Heavy sigh
Front door
Lots more
Like sunshine
No pain
Leaving for a journey
Staying home
Ok with alone
No regrets
Less frets
Open eyes
No AI's
More rain
Shoulder pain
Dim lights
No fights
Within
No same struggle sin
Let's begin
Easy chairs
TV stares
Little lies
If your high
My many Me's
I self self
I
Me
Eyes
Next door cares
Neighbors there
Hurt and hide
Come inside
Table talk
Then a walk
Down the same
With a name
A Hi hello
I got to go
Radio on
Yes your gone
With a smile
Another while
Then a plane
Still the same
Bills paid
Money made
Then let go of
Gotta go
Open eyes
Little lies
No food in the fridge
Songs to play
Gotta away
With a sigh
And thanks again
For that goodbye
Hide a heart
Make a start
With hello
And the show
Curtains close
With the day
Left alone
Alex nelson
February
2025
Don't have to be a sleuth
To find ample proof
A well worn trampled truth
That to besmirch
Not be kind
On a pedant’s perch
Scorn and be aloof
Is quite simply uncouth
Snooty snotty sniffy
In a jiffy drives me potty
The spiffy getting iffy
You've gotta be pithy
Must be dotty
Semantic severity
Temerity to stifle
Getting a trifle squiffy
Like a lush
Quaffing & scoffing
A lexicon so plush
Brevity don't mean levity
Just let it gush
It does perplex
Not your cortex to flex
So why try to vex
With a supercilious hex
Any wannabe thesaurus rex
Let's lobby those
Who got gobby
Chose to be snobby
For you it is a jobby
For most it is just a hobby
So Brian my old fruit
With a lingo bingo to loot
Let folks have a hoot
Without pokes enjoy a toot
Take the scenic route
Have you heard a word more absurd
Less elegant…redolent or benevolent
Than counter “breviloquent”
So just hush
You should blush
It’s our duty
To be bold
Revel in the
Another level booty
Feeling flush
Well what's the rush
No need to be a bore
No one's keeping score
Who doesn’t adore an encore
Cos sometimes with rhymes
More is well… more
Where's my aspirin?
My mother's at me again.
The list on my refrigerator door is out dated.
Yes, Ma I know wasting food is a sin.
There's hairy, smelly, and ugly goo in
My cold refrigerator bin.
I could tell you what it was when
It went in.
Ugh! Gloves on. Time to begin.
I know Ma. I gotta learn to do this chore
Weekly through thick and thin.
Open the tin?
I don't think so. I am not getting this on my
Skin.
Much to my Ma's chagrin
I just throw away the has been
In
The container it was in
With my Ma around that's not gonna happen.
Now I have to bleach and wash away the
Bacterin.
I tell myself,
There is nothing worse
Then having a sinking
Ashamed and guilty feeling.
I wonder if I’m all alone
That
I've blundered,
I’ve offended someone's thunder,
Sometimes had no clue
When I didn't mean to.
Well, I talk about it,
Talk about it
Preserved in my memory moreover
Repeating itself over and over.
Gotta move on,
Have to let go,
The shame and guilt.
Gotta move on
Learn and grow from it,
Have to forgive myself.
Appreciate for whom I am.
I have to remember;
It wasn't on purpose.
If someone else had done this,
I would forgive them
There is always the next time
And a new chance to get things right.
Next time,
I'll see that mistake coming
And do something to miss it.
I'll plan ahead better,
I'll pay more attention at the moment,
I'll spend more time thinking things through.
I'll stop and question my own assumptions.
I'll take the time to gather more information.
9/7/2019