Long High grade Poems
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How unappealing... the missus went bananas
courtesy hurling mandarin oranges.
Yes quite juvenile
unladylike childlike behaviour,
mine wife oft times doth display,
I do not deplore
yours truly reckons
tis futile effort causing furore
aye attest bull
in china shop incorrigible hardcore
exhibited by spouse
out of bounds antics bon jour
earlier within marriage
shenanigans twas the stuff
back in the day
sparking altercations, haint no lore
regarding wedded bliss
muddle aged doozy storied
married couple expressing
mutual love nevermore
did deux disparate
birds of a feather flock together
espousing total mortal kombat
(with looming fruity weapon
of mass destruction
living below poverty dirt poor
surviving (barely) hand to mouth
unable to afford
top of line high grade
clean atomic bombs rapport
re: ruining our reputation
as hoity toity main liners
portraying child's play
conflicts in East/West Timor
almost annihilating each other
i.e. zee Harris family
plus well nigh turning
planet Earth into vapour.
Sober realization of brinksmanship
brought now auld
geezers (defanged & harmless)
flinging foodstuffs cold
and/or frozen leftovers
(carbon dated), petrified extolled
as delicacy among Neanderthals,
who would value and
cherish fruit lobbed as
love's labour's lost more precious
(as a physical expression of affection)
more so than fine spun gold
thee rented man cave serves
atavistic trait hard rock cafe
functions as pleasant reminder,
where one percent genetic
stock originated (think noggin
rock hard iron maiden mold).
Backtrack to years spanning 2000-2010
wen furious red hot poker rage
twas unmanageable when living
under duress within Penn Valley
even tranquilizers could not assuage
harkening back when yours truly
under threat courtesy battle ax
and her henchwomen,
which matriarch took immediate dislike,
née rabid (foaming
at the mouth loathing)
towards yours truly
them days outright state
of undeclared warfare
found fury within me
exceeding the wrath of Kong!
Thank dog, I mellowed since then
gratuity prescription medication.
I lost faith in the world for the **** I'd been through. Walking down highways, always confused. I think I've seen more happy families driving along the Trans Canada than I've seen in person. You ever take what someone important said to heart? You ever had your closest accomplice -- your sister "from another mister" -- leave you at the door, feeling colder than you ever had before?
You were a liar and it made my anxieties perspire and I trusted you to make it through but you never gave yourself a chance. I listened to you on your bed and you put your dreams in my head. Maybe it's funny but I kind of didn't have the heart to give you my honesty. Ya know, cause you'd build me up and never be there for me.
Remember when you had that nasty school bus rumor and I said I'd smash a ***** who talked **** like that to you again? I wasn't lying, I was telling the truth. When you say you're sisters, it means I'd be there for you.
Sure I admit I say some bad things but it's only 'cause you grew a bit and disappointed me. Bragging for dick when you're better than that. I know you had artistic dreams and I fueled them with high grade gasoline and tossed you the keys but you were afraid to leave with me. I just wanted to see you soar after all the open wounds Pencity let you wore. Take you away from all the ******** and show my little sister some passion worth living for again.
But hey, I guess it doesn't matter if your siblings are blood related. They'll disappoint you in the end no matter where they came from. Either beat you down and lie to the cops or save you from being scared of making the wrong shots. Just thought you'd be there for me like I tried for you -- thought we were sisters, albeit scared little girls who grew up together in this confusing world.
Way the world treats,
Makes me walk lonely in the streets,
thoughts rise and heart beats;
'What is my Identity?', thought continuously repeats;
Is it my eyes, talent or deeds??
When I was a child,
always I smiled,
meaning of 'Identity' in my brain, not compiled;
that time world made comments but were mild,
but never knew that the world was materialistic and wild........
In primary school,
I used to be a fool,
just pretended to be cool,
wanted to rule,
That time first I required my identity as my tool,
but was too small to swim alone in that pool......
Promoted to high grade,
life seemed like deck of cards, wanted to be the king of spade;
achievement needed but without any aid,
my heart never felt afraid,
won all the mind games that I played,
but suddenly shining sun covered by clouds and there was all shade,
something happened making my thoughts fade,
Search for my identity started to degrade,
degraded n degraded and soon it decayed,
tried a lot but didn't know, again from where to invade.....
Somehow promoted to secondary section,
studied point of inflection,
two laws of reflection,
wanted my 'Identity' to be my perfection,
but there were lot of directions,
so needed a proper selection,
again from this world received objection.......
From my childhood till date,
haven't achieved anything remarkable, mate;
others might call it just fate,
these words make me feel hate,
no matters I am going to walk straight,
Till I find answer to this debate.....
Searched n searched but didn't find any answer......
In what way can I define, The mere word; I?
Tell me! Where must my Identity lie?
In my blood, my past, my eye?
You could say it's funny, I think because of tax money?
It's legal to get wasted on Hops and Barley
But illegal for a quick sniff of Charlie,
or even a toke of Bob Marley
You can get mashed on fermented potatoes
but, you get sniffed at for stuff up your nose
if you pay the tax, it's ok, sit in the warm, relax
we've got every poison from Wine to Brandy
but you go to prison, if you wanna lil' dab of Mandy
Come in, make yourself at home maybe even have a meal
or endless texts from a mobile phone, facilitating some 'dodgy' deal
In most shops across this land, can pick up a cheap can o'piss
but a slap near the hand, for high grade Cannabis!
It's different drugs, but whats the harm?
Not like im putting shite in my arm!
I just wanna groove to my own tune
you make out i'm a dangerous, deranged loon.
A vintage year? we'll charge you more
we're on the 'right' side of the law
Is that a Reefer? There's the door!
This stoneage view, what a bore!
If everyone smoked Pot, there'd be no more war!
But, for some reason the 'Powers that Be????'
seem to get away with persecuting me.
So if your a drinker go ahead, get trollied
but, if your a thinker, you'll get shopped!
You can get your hit anywhere
I my friend, have to search here and there!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Do you know about the magic stores that are
Hidden in an alley which sells magical objects?
You will find sales representatives who aren't
Amateurs
They're intelligent on every subject
Each item bought and sold has to be perfect
For your expenditure.
Do you know about the magic stores that are
Hidden in an alley which sells magical objects?
I think your a skeptic. They inspect
Historic high grade treasures.
They're intelligent on every subject
That they sale like books, brooms, cauldrons,
Clothing, crystal balls, flying carpets, jewelry,
Stones, wands, and weapons each item has
Its own countries dialect
As well as its own allure.
Do you know about the magic stores that are
Hidden in an alley which sells magical objects.
They say it's a great place to pick and select
At your leisure.
They're intelligent on every subject.
The stores are open six days a week to the
Magical public
For your pleasure.
Do you know about the magic stores that are
Hidden in an alley which sells magical objects.
They're intelligent on every subject.
My Sou
Console me
Teach me the secret to happiness
In the midst of all this gloom
And if my light quickly flickers out and dies
Having no more the spark of joyful youth and peace
Teach me how to laugh
At the mystery of being human
In this world of gnashing teeth and shattered dreams
My conscience
Please guide me
Let me know when to react with pain
To these bruises that are inflicted unto my soul
Let me know the times of harvest
And those sure times of hunger
Let me know the difference between friend and foe
Let my discernment draw intelligently from
The many fountains of life.
My spirit
Lead me to glory,
Through these walls of prejudice
Easily pass me like a high grade blunt
Write your testament inside my palms
So that when I lift my arms
Your light could shine brighter
And my witness could embrace the heavens
In splendid grace and sweet melancholy
Found in melody so eternal
It lives through poetry
Until the ends of time.
She’s a lyrical dame with a sexy refrain
Creeping cat-like out of the dark,
Crossing the high bridge, the wind at her back,
On the hunt like a hammerhead shark.
She caters fetishes, routine and ritual,
Plus a few that are rather unique.
She’ll treat your fever with high-grade medicinals
On the banks of the fabled French Creek.
She performs all the obvious favors
That involve the way a vixen behaves.
And when you crave a particular flavor
She consents like a rented-out slave.
She’s a practical dame with a sorry refrain
Slinking sideways into your bed.
Making hard things simple as summer rain
While clearing the space in your head.
And should you consider the hand she’d been dealt
When her pimp turned her out on the strip,
Consenting transactions are all well and good,
But you might also leave her a tip.
Hot sun.
Holiday just begun.
Lotion smell.
Ocean swell.
Sand beneath feet.
Change on beach, discreet.
Sun set, hot skin.
Light dims.
Get the drinks in!
Tipsy heat.
"Who's he? Introduce me"
"This is my mate Dave. He likes to party, you know rave"
Eyes meet, voices greet.
Connection made.
On the beach. High grade.
Club time.
"Who's in?"
Little round friends.
Oy oy! Hands in the air!
Don't want this to end.
Wide eyes. Wet lips.
Sun's up. Music stop.
Ears buzz with silence.
Jaw lock.
Hotel room.
Anticipation.
Body tingling.
Passion takes over.
Saliva mingling.
Juices flowing.
Euphoria with a sense of knowing.
"I love you"
"I love you too & it's mad because I just met you"
Amazing night.
Big rush.
Skin hot & flushed.
Sweet taste.
Sex soft, yet fast paced.
Everything is just right.
Times stands still.
Just for that night.
Form:
these well schooled
and vastly trained minds
do confuse me so, somehow...
with their duel diagnoses,
I finally had to vow
to take their conclusions,
with several grains of salt
some seem so ludicrous
not worth to put in my mind's vault
one said I'd be dead soon,
one said that I would last,
he gave me five-to ten years
to him, so simply my life was cast
I could not but help to smile,
these nerdy brains of high grade steel...
so casual and flippant their style
did they think how I might feel?
so I asked for a lolly-pop
a staple for children
in my younger day
not that I wanted to lick it
well, this is hard to say....
I had plans for where to stick it,
so it'd never see the light of day.
Let loose and laugh,
As life is getting so hard;
Ease the stress and pressure,
Getting off the house of cards.
Wearing a relaxed joyful smile
Carries a high-grade wealth;
Furrows fade away from face,
Heart shall beat in health.
Wellness is indeed a treasure,
That no one can deny;
When a heart aches in sickness,
Price to pay is too high.
Turn tears into laughter,
So your mind takes it easy;
Worries and woes will wane,
Fleeing from your memory.
Laugh your heart out
To prolong your lifetime;
Old but happy man is lucky,
Smiling so sublime.
Listen to jokes in delight,
Whole wretchedness is cut in half;
Give yourself a little break,
Let loose and laugh.