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12/30/20
Their stuff they are flashing
Towards others they are bashing
They get a kick out of it, and continue laughing
They think they are all that
Against me, you'll fall flat
And never get a call back
Just another small cat
Who always tries to talk crap
When you see me, panic and walk fast
Come get it, if you want the ball back
Or continue being a mall rat
Life showing so much beauty and turning ugly
Knuckles often bloody
They always find it funny
They got so much money
And your struggling, daily and monthly
Often self-inflicted
Or from addiction and prescriptions
By myself can't always fix it
Often need help, just can't kick this
Until I'm fully committed
Go figure
There really is a bigger
Picture
I'm working on vigor
And rigor
How dare you litter
Got no time to bicker
Or remain bitter
Don't care if we differ
People often thinking they are quicker
Richer
Slicker
And thinking sinister
Most just trying to get through winter
Not getting upset if they lose and aren't always the winner
Or going around and calling others a sinner
Just trying to remain chipper
On both sides of the river
It warms the soul, or gives you shivers
I'm not being a kidder
Here's the kicker
If you want to be a trickster
Prepare to be chopped liver
Tu Haikus
Dull
Website designer,
You put on your blinders,
Take words from binders,
Do your craft...
Danger Zone (Loser Zone)
Hurried and Worried
Feeling like one is buried
Everything seems scary
You are all alone
X-Mas
Bursting with Joy...
A brand-new toy!!!
What is it for???
It does NOT matter anymore...
Child
Riding a bicycle,
Graduating from the tricycle...
Eating a popsicle,
I celebrate!
SCHOOL
Typing a document,
What is it that you meant?
All of the time you spent...
Was it in vain?
Fight
Mediate a divorce,
First, take a course...
Your voice will grow coarse,
Yelling and raising it with screaming matches...
Medicine
Burning out again,
An amphetamine problem,
I do NOT do much...
Passed By
First, you go too fast...
Then, you end up being last,
Life is a kick in the ass...
Loyalty
Crystal, my lover,
I would NOT want another,
Being a brother.
Busted
The concert has stopped
I have to go with the cops
I hope that these charges get dropped
Victim
Locked out
Blocked out
Better yet, socked out
Assault is NOT my fault
Skipper
First come,
First served,
We all get what we deserve,
Do NOT be a turd...
Girl
Heard that you liked me?
Just to spite me?
You played your game,
Driving me insane!
Robot
Remember the password?
What is your favorite verb?
Have NOT you heard?
Internet security is absurd...
Threat
Carry her purse,
Treat her well OR-
You will end up in a hurst...
What is worse?
Then being cursed...
Note
I bet you will forget,
All that you said,
It is in your head,
By the way you will soon be dead...
Sufficient
Laptop computer,
I am a user,
I do NOT need a tutor,
I do things myself...
Shoot!
College education,
Stay in school,
For this whole duration,
I wonder about my placement,
Will I end up in my parent’s basement?
Fork!
The most marvelous poem danced across my ending dream today.
I popped open my eyes, and my earth mind kicked in,
She had totally and absolutely cleanly got away.
Fabulous, she was the best one yet. She had real class.
I jumped out of bed, and began to search.
Saw her glide past the bathroom doorway once, but really fast.
I looked under my bed pillows, and I called her, using the word please.
Pushed away piles of papers, and opened the dictionary.
But she was nowhere in sight, that fabulous little flirty tease.
I caught a glimpse of her ice skating on the cover of the dictionary
As I was making French toast, but by the time I had left the kitchen
That poem had evaporated faster than yesterday’s ghost, Mr. Harry.
She was probably the sixth poem this week that has “gotten away.”
I laugh at my detective skills that were not savvy, but wanted to play.
Trixie, we never did catch the poem who simply did not want to stay.
My muse Trixie is not happy, she is actually mad that I wrote this news.
Settle down, I say, it’s not that big a deal, we can capture another.
Her face is red, and she is kicking my head with her
black and white saddle shoes.
Trixie is the one who gives me these missives,
and she gets hot when I lose one.
I’ll write another one I tell her, it is okay, really,
let’s go have some fun.
I saw my poem when I was sitting in this recliner
waiting for inspiration to kick in.
Trixie was chasing her around the kitchen.
They were both gone before I had gotten out my pen.
8/11/17
Not yet a pundit
But I'll reach the top of many summits
Before I kick the bucket
Going after anything I covet
They sometimes say easy does it
Not going to stress myself out about any what if's
I'm not one to pass judgment
And I won't always come out triumphant
No intention to postpone
I came to kill two birds with one stone
On my own
Near and far away from home
And anywhere else I roam
Or comb
Regardless of if the location is well-known
Still many different talents and skills to hone
If you don't believe me, you will if you look into my eye's and hear my tone
Involving similar and different habits
There usually was a method to my madness
Whether or not through the use of an atlas
And apparatus
In the daylight or pitch blackness
Do you hate or love to cook?
Do you realize how much it really took
By oneself or with help and input
Not going to find it in many if any books
Something I will never forsook or overlook
Innocent people wrongfully convicted and some crooks easily let off the hook
NRIs (Non-reading incorrigibles) always start their public school careers not in August or September, but rather on November 16th, because November 15th is the day all schools get paid in full for the entire school year for each student who is enrolled that school whether they attend that school one more day or not. Thus, charter schools, which can kick them out, almost always kick them out on that day when they have reached a certain age - usually ten, and the school has reached a certain intolerance for them. I am sure they have the paperwork all ready to go the evening of November 14th.
One year we got six NRIs from the same charter school, in the same grade level, and five of their parents told us we should not put them in a class with each other. This was a bit of a problem as they were in fifth grade, and we only have two fifth grade classes. Unlike charter schools, public schools have to take everyone. I imagine you already knew that.
These NRIs might not have become NRIs if they had attended an accredited public school with standards and guidelines in the first place, but unfortunately, they did not. Worse, some of their parents were not aware that the reason they were NRIs, causing the problems they were causing was due to their abject frustration that they have not learned to read or write or do math or anything remotely school-like. If you are a child, stirring up trouble is a fantastic way to get out of class, so the students who can do things like math do not figure out that you cannot do them. I know this, being an experienced math-despiser, who always tried to get kicked out of math class.
Keep sending us your NRIs on November 16th, you charter schools, but I think it is a travesty, and I do not see how you sleep at night. Maybe paying schools a yearly allotment for each student on November 15th needs to be changed somehow? Paying schools their student allotments monthly instead of yearly on November 15th might eliminate this problem.
Well, dinner's done
Let's kick back, hon...
--You, sir, set with the sun
But I've just barely begun
Perhaps you'll help with the dishes
No? Not one of your wishes?
So, you can always take out the trash
What? You're afraid it'll splash?
Then how 'bout wiping down the table
I see. Your wrist is suddenly unstable.
Care to drive Johnny to his friend's
On just WHAT does it depend?...
OK, hon: It's time for a true confession
'Cos I'd hate to give you the wrong impression
You see, there's good reason for all of my equivocation
~ Tonight I'm giving a speech on women's liberation
In a world only they know from their first meet
She craves his manly touch and desires their souls to greet
Flesh from two in love in grace upon cotton white
Unification to be their want this coming winter nights
Caressed to undress whilst their kisses whisper so
Naked to bare in touch their wanting bodies glow
Excitement abounds in bloom, lips in tender grace
Eyes meet then close, their hands in loving pace
Like the rhythm of the ocean as the waves gracefully caress
Her laced light covered clothing, now to be undressed
Slowly her spine I traverse in kissing motioned flow
Upon her peachy flesh, she's sensed for in I grow
To her nape her lobes I touch, my hands adorn her mane
Whispers unto she I share, in delight I kiss her frame
Bite marks, clenched nails of thrill, adorn her peached skin
In blissful elegance, she now welcomes her Highlander in
In craving lustful desire, twined these two in mix
Their pulse begins to kick as they fuse transfixed
Fresh these two in love in grace upon cotton white
Unification to be their want this coming winter nights
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-18.php
Some forty or so years ago I told a lie
received a cousins wedding invite
in my early teens so didn’t want to go
being a Saturday soccer day too right
So few days before caught a cold
told my parents wedding couldn’t go
so day came parents went to wedding
I stay in bed kidding my nose to blow
Aunt was in house to look after me
but also the dog and cat as well
I got up hour before kick off time
lay pillows up centre bed so swell
Silently secretly crept out back door
took car to game made it in time
after game silently secretly crept in
back into bed no one knows my crime
Early evening decide to get up
aunt asks how do you feel?
feel better now thanks I say
now I’m up feel real deal
Parents come back later none wiser
got off with it feel well done
by the way the game was good
my team also win two - one!
Sometimes God does thing we do not understand
But later we see what that is all about
Have patience
We may kick and scream
And throw a tantrum
But know that He always gets what He wants
And have the last word
It’s always good for us
What He wants for us
It’s so easy to say
Trust Him
Trust in the One who is in charge
And knows it all
We would never know
Until we experience it
But know that
He will prove
He is the One
Knows all
And does all
So there my friend
Kicking and screaming
Go you go
It won’t change a thing
He will get His way
And it will be good for you
Make no doubt about it
You will see
You see your problems important
because they are to you
My problem’s your ignorance
it’s not my problem too
You destroy the peace
Bangs and shouts increase
you don’t shut up or cease
No escaping your release
You think you can justify
interfering in my life
with what the hell you like
and I should sympathise
You only think of you
selfish through and through
You don’t think you do no wrong
invading my space all day long
I don’t want to hear you
if I am nowhere near you
I couldn’t sleep in the night
you say you don’t get uptight
You say you’re Happy when someone else
does the opposite to yourself
3AM awake alone playing music full blown
shocked, yet right, at anger shown,
Rocking out every night,
don’t understand the anger,
it’s something you handle,
Lie laugh and get your angle
play that music night and day,
pass out sleeping for 3 days,
finally you’ve gone away,
waking up with attitude
acting sorry you were rude
specifically you don’t know why
play it down and then deny
Start complaining or just try
say your problem... total lie
Then it all begins again
one day soon I’ll kill you
In the river your remains
yes mate, I will do,
in jail but yet I’ll gain
My health from you
Body and Brain
damage me no more
goodbye to selfishness
You have what psychos store
So you must die nothing less
They tried to kick you out
yet somehow you stayed
how did that work out for you
in a watery grave