Long Jinx Poems
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cussing bout
sumthang wrong
guess I better look into
getting it fixed
the problem comes with
instuctions
these intructions
are the jinx
cussing bout sumthang special
tired of crawling
on my knees
call up
ole bouis Gembo
ask him to
come help me please
we sip sodas
and talk bout whiskey
drag onna coupla cigers two
flip thru manuels
to find out
how to do
he karate chops
the sawhorse
bends my wrench with him
bare hands
" I say Bouis
you need sum loving
I'm soory I can't help you Man
Gembo makes it simple
he grabs the bolts
and takes ah squeeze
when he couldn't
find a vise
he simply used his knees
I gasped and wondered
and grab the rest of my stuff
I noticed he was looking for a shorter
crowbar
and went out to my truck
" I say , Gembo
look now,
that a very special rod"
he looked of and said okay
getting leverage aint that hard
he put on a pair gloves
not to scratch his pretty hands
he used his hands to pry it open
and chocked the space
with his soda can
Nussar " BigKnuckle" Dander, "Godbout" Lovell Moody
and "Oklahoma Cowboy" verses "Chef" Gussal Van Galloure
," The Goofy" Bostonain and Kaultour Jinx
Ended with a inverted figure four submission
When the Jinx caught Lovell Moody in his patented
Hussy Has-been. 45;44.
Ghetto Sushi and "The Best" Jess Correa beat Union Garcia
Amble and Aston Garcia in a Kangaroo four way
When Ghetto Sushi right crossed Amble and scored a pinfall
At 21:35.
"Boogalou" Bisstin Dagger beat " Deepthroat "Bassey Trifledudebvia a small cradle @ 5:45.
Morgus Bradshaw thrashed World Champion Getts Wright
Scoring a pinfall at 2:33.;the match was nontitled
It was Morgus' debut.
Chopp "Puck" Feral and Diffa Von Hessler loss in two falls to
Giant Simba in a two on one mismatch @6:00
"The Bamma" Borga Dandruff battled The Bankday Brawler to a draw in a Garment Buyout Brawl, where the loser had to donate their purse to a local charity, this caused a member of the charity group to enter the ring and attack The Ba.ma who fought ba k and became suspended from completion for 30 days.
Sin
Release your thoughts, await the applause;
Of course I release you from all your chores.
What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is yours;
I need nothing from you, but I shall take all that which is yours.
Place your bookmark at the end of the chapter;
We both know what comes after,
You turn out the light.
But we shall hold our tongue,
Because of all those things that you have done.
We shall forgive you your sins,
If you sing this hymn
And beg for forgiveness,
From the one they call Him.
Don’t play dice with the Devil,
It’s snake eyes every time.
Don’t ever owe him,
After he takes your nickel and dime.
Old Nick will not miss a trick if you relax around him,
So jinx him and leave him to wallow in his beloved sin.
I banish you curse to an ungodly land,
Where man walks alone, because he is accused and condemned.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Failure is what I am called
Since the time I can recall
Born on the 7th
Which is generally a jinx
I grew up being called a minx
My mother died when I was two
And people said with it I had something to do
I became an object to tease
It took my inner peace
Wherever I went I would cause hindrance
So I started believing in my unluckiness
I grew up to be a freak
And people would call it a family streak
I could never complete my studies
Like the rest of my street buddies
The street urchin became my love
But she thought of me as a pet dove
`Marry me’ I said one day to her
And she called me a failure
And here I am standing today
About to bid everyone good day
For today is the day of my execution
Maybe this would complete the calculation
While most "old" music terms are still in use, some specific, less common words include descant (a high, concurrent melodic part), duet (for two performers, contrasting with modern duo), and dulcimer ( an American stringed instrument, now often called lap dulcimer). Older terms often refer to a specific function within a piece, like descant, or a specific instrument, like dulcimer
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Sacré bleu I had startled her
a specific function asked her
bought this annoying word to light
it was spoken after his request for a
specific type of singing during the song
they had rehearsed.a high concurrent
melodic part where the song seems to
stand still as a ooh's and ah's create a transitional
sound but first the Soprano must hold a note for
33 seconds the sound is to be mixed into the song
but during a concert it is added right into
the song giving the lead vocalist a 35 second
break to restart the song in a different tempo
Little stringed instruments and brass horns
and a snare and kettledrum music section
he want to use a nord stage 4-88 but the power
wasn't available in the area. So Gariben repurposed
a flat screen tv into a solar panel and we were on our way.
The tent were we practice doesn't have the aucoutics to record
but we are studio bound. 25 members of the orchestra
will combine with the "Jinx" band to perform Tensail's best: aint that right Tensail? Tensail say's Yeah!
I get weak everytime we talk, my walls come crushing down without a thought ,
My heart flatters at your voice,
Though we've never met I don't feel any paranoid,
I put some distance because Iam scared, What if I fall head first and break my neck, What if I spend another few years trying to convince you Iam worth loving, that Iam worth it,
So many what ifs rushing through my head,
Iam naive in my actions and you make me lose my vocal cord,
I refuse to tell a tale incase I jinx this,
See, I don't mind having you as my own,
I don't mind loving you without a thought,
I mean, Iam already vulnerable,
See, I have come across many men but the type you are, I have never, the type you are is quite rare.
A facsimile of the earth stands proudly
On the savannahs of the ancient and modern.
Edifice of rustic finesse, rugged and pointed
With the glory of a pinnacle of a paradise on earth.
In your crawling presence, Termite, stand I,
Barefoot, on elevated earth for the first time —
A platform erected by the hands of gifted time,
All red-brown and royal, and under the tutelage of
Sun and Rain —two keen-eyed foremen descended from heaven.
You have reached the skies before man.
I hail you!
I have removed my open-toe footwear,
Like Moses did his in the burning bush.
Babel forbids the union of this construction,
Aiming Nimrodly upwards and towards arrowed clouds
Dispersed in blubbering tongue-lashes.
But you do not seek God’s wrath upon these grasslands
With these anthills,
Wild castles —testaments to the will of fecund grounds.
Termite, break the jinx of your muteness.
Testify, crawling soul, testify harmoniously,
Borrowing the singing heritage of the Common Cuckoo.
Testify now.
Attest
To the ruggedness and puissance of this imposing structure,
And blame it on the staccato rhythm of peevish languages.
Sensing the atmosphere for omens.
Signs of impending, cusp and verge.
I ping and curl, scrape to drudge up-
internal program and hit send
and hope for good vibes return "not the end."
I have become a lightless diode.
A buzzing lamppost in the neighborhood
of victimhood and it's backstreet node.
A useless burnt out core in off mode.
A robot running over castles
premade in the sand.
I try to read between the lines,
decrypt the Oracles plans behind,
the fulfilling jinx it has in store foe me.
Stars aligned.
A telepathy mainlining, a pulse headlining freakshow.
Of kinetic belonging, or safety net I used to abide in
long ago.
When the world had justice and overseer
and endearment-
enthronement-thoughts of the faithful.
I long for the ether of a hint,
graft me in with your marrow, splint, in the know.
Don't leave me high and dry,
Alone and crooked, wicked bent.
Odious clouds and signature mounds.
Terra-blyte your foretelling,
Either a warning or a telling of blue skys color turning.
Ether, of any which way the wind blows in my mind.
A private message, rather stalking.,
as it stands a topography cone of cold stand.
Your best made plans, for me
for the tasting, cast of shadow.
forecast, menacing.
Bound to be set in stone, found rather mocking.
Injected in-guest-guessing an after the fact thing,
for me.
You read my fear as I fill
a prescription of
my self fulfilled prophecy,
rolling the bones
with fate's hands.
I hear there's power in the knuckles,
the joints, the suggestion of glands.
Just. Faint whispers,
whisking by
warning-arrows
with no flame-
no spark burning for me.
Just a whisker filament, fading to the darkest
sharade of gray, hit parades.
To shade my own guilty sense of judgment.
Of putting my trust in false things.
With their superficial gradient of monochrome;
night rainbows,
overlooking Styx river country home
aside a brick road leading all the way to Thunderdome.
My sonar/feeler brain finding it's way
in the dark like a worm in the dung.
In someone else's element.
With no taste for mental or spiritual atonement.
Or the taste of Hope's spark on my tongue.
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Enchanted heart light pulse no rein can quell
Moonbeam frenzy rippling through souls entwined
Dark midnight hour gasp a charmed sleigh bell
Golden whispers permeate our hub aligned
Pearl-eyed lustrous jinx free oath undersigned
We bare toe dash at wishful madcap pace
As eros leaves its comet far behind
Early red dawn passion etched in sheer lace
Spring day mystic zenith, her glow tone face
Closer to nirvana, deep first blush team
Eternal heaven, haunt, or secret space.
Breath of sky rapt tender link’s heady stream
Otherworld amidst engagement ring theme
Doves that skim and coo silver froth afloat
Bright souvenirs en route unveil a gleam
Sensual laughter spurs hypnotic note
blithely fosters harmonising fond quote
Erotic fervour cast your lucky shroud
O'er honeymooner’s trance on dream boat
Line 3
There were three men I knew—
friends like brothers,
bound together
as peas in a pod.
The first was the eldest,
his smile bright and tender.
He watched the others with glittering eyes,
a silent prayer upon his lips.
The second was a flirt,
a lover of women and of wine.
He often sat alone in the dark,
murmuring dreams of a life yet to be.
The third was the worst—
a loner who despised the world.
He held a scowl across his pretty lips
and wore despair like a cloak.
They were as close as blood,
these three strange friends,
and each bore a name of weight:
Hope, Dream, and Life.
Hope was gentle, radiant,
nurturing both his brothers,
his words like seeds of prayer
scattered across their days.
Dream was reckless and bright,
drunken laughter beneath the stars.
The starry night was his muse,
and the future, his whispered wish.
But Life—
Life was dark and full of hate.
One night he called his brothers to feast,
and slipped poison into their meals.
He watched them choke,
and when the silence came, he sighed.
For Life had nothing left to give—
nothing but hopeless despair.
So he stitched his lips with spells and jinx,
Cladding himself in hopeless despair
for there were no prayers left in his mouth—
Nothing but deathly despair.