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Musk
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire.
Musk..
She drives a blue beetle
She eyes the pastor
" See you on Sunday "
She is not shy ..
She has a blue umbrella ..
She checks her hair
in the puddles.
The church is calling her.
Musk
Dare to ask
Notice me
My my a my
Dream girl
" There is great and there is cheat
And they compete
There is high and there is low
It blows hot or cold
There is irritate and there is pleasure "
The pastor sprays his preach.
Mixed feelings she has to measure.
And then she kneels to pray
For peace without war.
Mysterious Musk..
In a rush
Flips me frivolous
She drive's off in a huff
Her blue beetle leaves a dust
Tinted and in a musk.
Who is she ...
I dont have a name
Before I love her
I'll call her Musk
She had my head turning
I watched her
Leave a cryptic fragance ..
It is fascinating
And me ...O me
Had another glance.
There she goes again.
Musk
Her spellbinding scent
I'll never forget
Her independence
And incense
A reason to
Admire
Hope this dream
Never ends
Allthough
There was eye contact.
Being an identical twin means you do not have a name
For the first eighteen years of your life but keep your happy heart.
You are called “Hey, you, Twin!” or “Stone Twin!”
Except by your friends who are amazing and can tell you apart.
I could not wait to leave home, so I could wear my own stuff.
My identical twin wanted to dress identically, this was so tough.
I could not wait to get out the door and be called my own name.
I did not tell anyone I had a look-alike, who looked exactly the same.
Now we are older, and we get a kick out of dressing alike.
It takes us hours of deciding, because we can rarely agree.
I like clothes with words, a motto, or moral, or a monster on a hike.
My twin likes to wear florals, old people clothes that irritate me.
We have a twin laugh that is creepy. Our whole family rolls their eyes.
This laugh starts out loud but after a while turns silent, which is cool.
Silent laugh, our children say, not understanding or able to surmise.
That twins have a sense of humor that follows no sense or rule.
The Battlefield was alive
Rows of soldiers on either side
Flutes and drums played behind me
My brother's stood beside me
The bright sun challenge my sight
Hearts racing ready to fight
Bayonet rests heavy on my arm
Waiting for the command to charge
Yesterday's battle scars
Irritate under my tabart
Whistle blower starts the race
Collision course at gruesome pace
Dodging arrows and spearheads
I fell over the fallen dead
Face down I have a choice to make
Continue the fight or make death fake
I took a deep breath and jumped up
Taking part in the punch up
When the Director shouted "cut, that's a wrap"
Tomorrow's scence is about a booby trap
- always broke
- always do something wrong
- always say the wrong things
- always treat people bad
- always sick and tired of everything
- always mean
- always irritable
- always suck
- always tired
- always sick of everything
- always try
- always whatever
- always ruin things
- always make people feel bad
- always forever
- always sick
- always don’t care
- always irritate
- always care
- always change
- always complain
- always believe
- always change things
- always change people
- always the believer
- always shute myself
- always say
- always dream
- always faraway
- always of determination
- always a moron
- always
Aware of one's carnal human nature
I confess my own nastiness feature
as well as the lurking rudeness gesture
amidst obviously arrogant posture
irking others in their wholesome venture.
Those traits likewise irritate me indeed
I admit thus with the hurts they can breed
since actual focus is selfishness-creed
in the guise of "rights' exercise I need"
not minding well-being's call for care-heed.
For such, I apologize earnestly
The Lord’s pardon my soul begs fervently
needing His love to move me sincerely
while wishing that kindness I show truly
with faith in Christ and peace to share surely.
My heart prays for the reigning of kindness*
against attacking grievous bitterness
brought by bullies along their haughtiness
or fellows in their miserableness ---
so that hope will shine in glowing brightness.
*Psalm 31:21 Blessed be the LORD: for he hath shewed me his marvellous kindness…
December 28, 2021
2nd place, "King-Size Bull Crap" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 1/18/2022.
People, people, people, let’s talk about a “Block Party.”
Alright, first of all, I’m old school. Our block parties back in the day in the projects in New Orleans consisted of people in the project coming together in the courtyard, porches, or block, wherever the party was going down at. At times, they even blocked the streets, it didn’t matter.
Everybody was invited to our Block Parties. They were filled with food, fun, dancing, buck jumping, laughter, good times and more. They definitely had to have a DJ, and in some cases, a second line band. They was lit, everybody was turnt. Our block parties was “off da chain.” Yeah… the good ole days, life before the infamous cell phones.
Part of it before Hurricane Katrina was the beginning of the small, held hand flip phones, but nothing like the technology today. Which brings me to this new generation of a “Block Party.”
So, I’ve been observing and listening to people as to how they make use of the incredible “Block” feature on their phone. This feature is an on and off feature that allows you to stop receiving access from numbers you don’t want calling you and then back on when you want.
This is the new version of “Block Party.”
Now a days, if you want to be invited to today’s generation of a Block Party, just keep doing what you are doing. Keep on getting on that person’s nerves, keep lying, keep playing on they phone or doing the stupid ssh you’re doing.
Frustrate, aggravate, or irritate, they won’t hesitate.
They’ll block you on their phone, on their social media, they’ll block yo friend, they’ll block yo dog, they’ll block yo momma, they don’t care.
This generation Block for anything.
Make them mad - Block
Don’t do what you said you were going to do - Block
Don’t call them back - Block
Don’t text back - Block
Cheat - definitely Block
Like the opps pictures on social media - Block
Follow other sexy people - Block
Respond to DM’s - Block
Scammers and automated calls - automatic Block
Don’t come home, you ain’t blocked out, you locked out, lol.
Most fives are excited by everything
They skip and sing and dance
They twirl and whirl down the hallway
These are fives who feel loved and revered
Fives who have had rough, tough lives often walk a different pathway
Some of these fives have lost their joy; they do not play.
They are angry at life, they despise the twirlers.
Hurt and sad, dancers and singers irritate them.
When a five is a bully, hitting and hurting other students,
We teachers suspect that we know how they live
Fives who are delighted by singing and dancing
Have no idea why they are being brutalized
We cannot fix a five’s home situation.
Ninety-nine percent of the hotlines are dismissed.
We can only love and revere them while they are here.
Teaching them skills they may need to survive their life.
Cancer
I loathe and detest you
If I'm honest, I really HATE you
I despise the way
You keep popping up to irritate us
like a smirking floating turd
Which we’d love to flush away forever
Attempts were made to eradicate you
Skilled surgeons tried to cut you out
But you were like a ‘cling on’ in the toilet of life
And you wouldn’t be brushed aside
Six years passed…
Then more intervention was needed
A radiation machine called ‘Holly’
Tried to zap you like a pesky mosquito
But you had other ideas
Four years passed
More specialised SABR radiation was required
We treated that week like a short break
Going on day trips on non treatment days
And enjoying life to the full
Two years on
Cancer has raised its ugly face once again
The specialist laughed when hubby said
“We will treat it like a week’s holiday”
Having a positive attitude is a must!
Cancer – you crept into our lives
People see you as a silent killer
But I will never be silent and de-turd
And we will continue to celebrate
How we’re beating the crap out of you!
I speak
without considering people's feelings--
BITE TONGUE!
I wink
foolishly in attempt to do a wicked plan--
NO LUCK!
I smack
my lips teasingly and annoyingly--
SOW LIPS!
I think
before I prank on my siblings--
DON'T EVEN!
I joke
around until I receive a laugh--
HA-HA...
I cry
out to get attention--
SHUT UP!
I chew
on my food loudly to irritate others--
CLOSE MOUTH!
I snap
my fingers in silliness--
QUIT IT!
I sneak
into my sister's room with a wake-up call--
GET OUT!
I write
in gibberish verses--
ERASE!
I type
my gibberish verses on Poetrysoup--
DELETE!!!!!!
I laugh
because I already posted my poem--
YOU FOOL!
I got
what I deserved--
A WACK!!!
I slam
my fist-shaped hands in sudden anger--
TRY ME!
I glare
at my bossy sister in disapproval--
WHAT BRO?
I close
my mouth so I won't say another word--
GOOD BOY!
I can’t always remember what I said
So maybe these may be words you’ve already read
But once I get a line in my head
I can’t always remember what I’ve just said
I like to try and entertain with my humour
Brits have no talent – well that’s just a rumour
But once I get a poem in my head
I can’t always remember what I’ve just read
Have I told you this line before
I may be repeating – sorry I’m a bore
But once I get a thought in my head
I can’t always remember what I’ve just said
My dear old mum she has dementia*
She’s repeats herself or loses her dentures
Sadly once she gets a thought in her head
She can’t remember what she’s just said.
26th April 2014
Written for ‘Irritate Me’ Contest
Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot
*Mum's dementia/memory issues aren't too bad at the moment this bit is poetic licence, but sadly over time she is getting worse