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Now let's begin
This tale I'll spin
Took it on the chin
Never thought I'd win
Honeysuckle
Boot belt buckle
Scraped up knuckle
Raspy chuckle
Kicked my ass
Soft green grass
Still I sass
This too shall pass
Knew I'd lose
It was no use
I had to choose
Handpicked noose
Before I fought
Tied a knot
In the rope id brought
For justice sought
But then a sound
Shots rang out loud
Eyes search the crowd
Never been more proud
To my rescue
My only nephew
To my opponent says " I can't let you."
" I should be the one that gets to."
With those words I shut my eyes
Feel the lump in my throat rise
Purse my lips choke back my cries
Really though it's no surprise
See we all had a common flame
All three had tried to stake our claim
Yet all we did was bring her shame
Upon my lips her sweet name...
Form:
The study of women eighteen to twenty-four
came up with the idea they would not want a date
with a man who brought a cat into his dating profile
But what if he had brought a dog? An elephant? A tiger? A bear?
Are these animal-hating women or just cat-haters?
How many women were studied? Were these women all five foot two?
Are they altitude-challenged? Are they intimidated by tall cats?
This study has curiously enticed my dendrites to conjure questions.
Were these women snake-handlers? Are they afraid cats would eat them?
Was it the color of cat that turned them off? The breed of cat?
Do these women not want to date these men because they have cats?
Maybe they already have nine.
Maybe one more would get them kicked out of their apartment’s lease.
Do these women fear cats? Have they been mauled or bitten by cats?
The more I look at this study the more questions I have.
* Weird Science *
With pens he walks
Pocket Protectors to protect his chest
Taped up glasses on his face
Pull his pants down, call him a GEEK a NERD
Science -relativity theory and it's light speed from space
Experiment this- discover that, is how scientist rant
Brainy cats have so many open portals in their minds
You talk down to us as if we carry the brains of a bird
Do you really think we are all blind,
for not caring over the objectives principles of the Heisenberg?
You passed each and ever single science fairs in class
Feeding your ego collecting dots
After school you earned the right when a bully kicked your a$$!
A DORK calling your self the Math Magician King
Burning and crashing our minds explaining the physics of dying fast
Using your Quantum Leap that our universe comes with a destiny string
No desire to be wired who needs your further scientific understanding
Life comes with a pattern in which we once lived electricity free
Ironically your scientific process of defining itself continues to expand
Supported by the measurements and masses only you NERDS understand
The power points of our so called energy,
is pointless to me like our so called gravity.
The tale you spin is not of love but a twisted one of insanity
God is the only scientific knowledge I want to perceive!
All you so called scientist, riding the lightning like Benjamin F.
Take the bolt and tie it like a noose around your neck
Following your own perception while you feed off the sheep
Here you come to emerge to discipline us with your mind of a genius
You come and you bash us with NERD brain waves to explain!
That this world revolves around the elements and laws of scientific claims
Research this- research that- who gives a cr@p we still die at the end
While life continues, to grow and manipulate our fate, about the universe
Unsolved facts about Einstein, who left his velocity of change for us to comprehend.
Instead of trying to rule the world, explain the facts why things keep getting worse?
Over exaggerating the excitement of an Ancient Mayan 2012 discovery curse.
Bottom line you scientific quacks,
the real Celestial body is found on the bottom of my crack.
By; P.D. ( LOL, I love Science )
If you only knew the love I have for you ,
than your know why I really call you my
boo.
My love for you have always been true,
even when I was mad & screamed I was
though.
Emotions kicked in couldn't sleep well
most nights,
My mind kept tripping like "man take a
hike but, my heart kept saying "stay"
everything gonna be all right.
Its pretty normal "we not the only two that
fuss & fight.
Trying to get our point across on who is
right.
True enough My immature ways had
caused many miserable days. Saying
things that hurt and I can't even explain.
To when I said I loved you, you said it was
lame.. I couldn't be mad cause I was the
one to blame.
All in my feelings no-one to talk to,
trucking on many lonely highways alone
my way, over analyzing situations, Not
knowing what to say. Just wondering will
we make it together one last day. Trying to
figure out how to talk without ugly words
getting in our way. Having a chance to talk
before we both go a stray.
I'm glad we can say we done with all that ,
we been up ,we been down , hard time
keeping our feet on solid grounds most
important "we stuck around"
Even, when we both thought it was a
watse of time.
Some people wouldn't understand. no-
one gives us a dime so I pay them no
mind.
Get you some business while I take care
of mines. If no-one understands me I feel
that you do, For these are the reasons I
Love you & call you my Boo.
By: Fredrick Haynes
Form:
jump through giant decorative chain once worn round deduce ankle of a giant Doing that is to be a sign of hamster irk mumbling what follows absurd postures no one laughs
milk an obsolete/old-fashioned cow pour milk into bucket made from letters onto untitled frequent reports of work of secret society even though the cow specifically ordered me POST IT TO THE YEAR THE LORD WAS BORN! kicked away kicks don’t hurt a bit
pass security guards so mad they turn brown write share critical explanatory notes about my demon-like hairs on my nape don’t even notice me sneaking away or notice I’ve taken without their permission their chocolate bars I lose all
hiding in the busy video arcade take hold by conquest one square section of the arcade territory half an hour hire a down & out game player to add wood to big ring-shaped pergola fired angrily the arrogant argumentative cleaner I hired to build pergola with buckets stored away in secret closet not for the reason I’m afraid it’ll be taken over by a challenger some of the gamers were coughing lethal infectious disease of sheep & cattle very disappointing end to the activity
hallway fire escape the judge of everything in a mahogany robe skimming with a patch of a in high spirits jack-o'-lantern grasping a long celery stick smacking the stomach of a tall hairy oaf because he sheds too much hair oaf like the Abdominal Snowman who wants to be an aeroplane pilot he’s got the strength of a wafer biscuit but all he got was a dimple problem
ride a log made from protein made in blood kills bacteria to a long carpeted seat jump off onto it about to spray to log open hostility bubbling for a permanent sum to be paid at specified intervals over a time it shoots away left embarrassed stupid ugly feeling declare formally with no contract my & the log’s time together to be invalid!
the hula-hoop for mice earrings hard gossiper on a treadmill by the drinking tap she thinks she owns the right to frown hard at the coy waiting in line a slurp for one dollar the lanky smooth surfboard knows the cure the big secret to help her tight fitting costume spurs her to want to help the coy that make her angry even in the shower not be coy anymore no more stab stab stab she’s waiting for the $$ so she can bottle it for properly for mass consumption
i seem to be
laying sleeping
dry but porous
before you rain
on me showering
me not with ego but
the power of poetry for
you're words i absorb be
cause i'm a sponge among
other things also being one
that recalls days when younger
as well as among memories
before i was born not
still born but still
before i was
born like
when in
my Mum
's womb
when i
kicked
hard so
hard that
i made her
hiccup but
what was to
become a giggle
then she knew a
silly son was about
to rise above her hor
i zon thus then to
begin her and i's
battle that now
i'm not proud
of for i cross
ed that line
so many
times
that
she
needed
a stop watch
and a diary to
keep watch over
for what i'd become
or not and now though
she has passed the past
will always be in the present
but not gift wrapped but warped
for not what it's glitter is worth for
now my she is not my Mum
but someone who com
forts and keeps me
safe in mind kind
ly expressing th
at which when
read but so very
soon to be heard
which when will
leave me speechless
but
never
forever
actually
having left
me but will be
with me as i soak
up her words mouthing
them in a
type writt
en form forming
the what from
mi Musa to
her poetry
that only
she not
i can
say
is
s
peak
so now
i know when
she has spread
my legs and lips
and taken and kiss
ed that which i have
willingly given to give
what which will never be
forgotten or to be ever
me
Form:
He is so angry; school is the least of his worries.
Sad are his days; he is nine.
Grandma wants to kick them out; step grandpa hates them
aunt hates them
everyone hates them
they have lived in and out of shelters.
been kicked out - he and his three year old sister
along with their mother who hates a lot of people.
he is on his mother's side.
he gets angry if things are pointed out too succinctly.
I believe my mother, he says when asked if he heard grandma
say she is kicking them out.
defensive, angry, a concrete wall,
built to keep him safe,
to keep his sadness inside
the floodgates are not about to open.
he makes sure of that.
never let them see your tears, his mother says.
I may have to live under bridges.
but you cannot come.
you will have to live with your dad.
you will be homeless, and he will not want you,
but it would not be fair to take you with me.
i will be so homeless.
hopeless, homeless, rejected, dejected,
his anger comes out at school, classmates loathe him.
not realizing what he has to do to cover up his sadness.
Madness has come to get me today.
She whisked me out of the food line, and told me
I did not have a chance. I am a loser, a dupe, a pawn.
She put nails in my head, and drew blood from my teeth.
She kicked me unmercifully in my tenderest parts.
I was shrieking and screaming, trying to get away
But Madness had me pinned, and terrified.
She revered my shrieks, she encouraged me to thrash and scream
"You are noting!" she told me. "No one. A non-thing."
Frightened, I began shrieking more loudly,
Within myself, despising myself more than ever
Hating my inability to boot her out of my life.
"You can do better than that!" she coaxed me.
She tore my skin off, and punctured me with unhappiness.
It was painful, but not the worst I have endured.
A terrifying wolf's howl rushed out of the bowels of myself.
I expected to see madness turn tail and run.
Instead, she laughed, pleased.
No one came running.
I looked around the cafeteria.
No one had stopped talking.
No one had heard my silent shrieking or my wolf plea.
I am alone again, not one of the pack at all.
Now kicked off the warm spot on the bed where I had been
it's time to watch my owner going through his dawn routine.
Mouth wide in a quiet miaow, I can almost see his supper
Brown stain dribble on his chin from that last midnight cuppa.
Limbs stretched out to form a star, claws clenched then slowly flexing,
eyes blink, lips smack in concert , it all seems to me perplexing.
Comes off the bed at right angles, half stumbling half rolling
puts on two covers for his paws and one has a big hole in.
Pulls up the outside skin over his legs and bum as well
don't know what for – it doesn't stop that noise and funny smell.
Top skin now on, one button wrong, it's twisted at the neck
and finally his outer paws in gruesome tartan check.
Walks slowly to the little room, that noise comes out the back
for animals with a nose like mine, he's so easy to track.
Door shuts, more noise then water splashing, then electric hum
all accompanied by tuneless 'dum-ti-dum-ti-dum'
Finally he waddles out and smiles, expects applause?
Not from me, mate, I'm spruced up from just using my paws.
Now wide alert he bounds downstairs, an energetic new man,
Stuff all of that, it's too much grief-
who'd want to be a human?
In the beginning
All I ever wanted to do is talk it over
But constantly getting the cold shoulder
Causes cold hopes
You made me feel like nothing inside
And egg with no yoke
You can't be mad forever
Eventually it'll all come spilling out
I just wanted to talk
But now we've embarked on 4 month drought
You'll forgive me and I'll be long gone
Don't have Motley message me
And don't go callin John
You'll be back
You'll be back
Me and John are calling that
I'll be filling up people's prescriptions
And you'll still be making Big Macs
What are you forgiving me for anyway
For getting to know you and taking the chance
While you spill your insecurities out about your eyes and tight pants
Are you forgiving me for making think outside the box and laugh
You telling me they was taking forever to remodel your bathroom
And you had to go over your sisters house and take a bath
Was i perfect...no
But that doesn't justify the petty lies
Do you know how many times I blamed myself
Do you know how many times i curled up and cried
I never said I ddnt care about you
But I realized that I have to move on and accept the end
I just wanna talk to carry on
At this point I don't wanna be your friend
I just wanna be cordial and have nothing to do with you
Searching for forgiveness
You act this is an episode of Blue Clues
And I'm tired of searching for the clues of the real you
I rather search for Steve and Magenta
It's just started off as a big misunderstanding
Now 4 months later we have a dilemma
I'm tired of guessing
And hurting
Since I can't talk to you
My tears have to be my spokesperson
Tears talk to
But you might not like what they have to say
Cause they'll be talking about you
Don't come back
Don't come back
My heart you broke that
And in the beginning all I wanted to do is chat
You kicked me outta your life
Left me looking dumb at the door mat
You would snarl at me when I was ringing the bell and knocking
So just walking away was kinda my only option
BevelynKaye said you need some coal in your stocking
Pieces of my broken heart I got stuck sweeping and moppin
From this situation I've cried, I've tried; heart died, matured, grew
When I'm gone I know for sure you'll miss me
Picking on me
Will I miss you...
But the real question is
Should I forgive you