Long Meanie Poems

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Premium Member Renaming the Wedding Band

There was a humming sound 
Hornet Honeys were in town 
Promoted by the media as a new found 
Getting the buzz 
And nectarine the love
Looking for interlocking rings 
Claiming they know things 
Thackray got wind to this invasion 
And what talent the band was raisin 
Antonio got the text 
Immediately he showed up ready to protect 
Reserving a room 
Where Thackray will display a groom 
Hiring a source 
Strategically approaching the Hornet wearing nice shorts 
Reporting “Thackray will change her name 
Wondering who is going to complain”
Knowing her West Ham United had everything going 
Bride to be bought a bag of rice worthy for the throwing 
Hopefully, the birds won’t explode 
When the buzz get pictures worth gold 
Not to make the wasp women feel like nothing 
Sorority scream gave the singer stingers something 
Teeny 
Deeney 
A well noted blues meanie 
Made the big story get 
Right into Thackray’s spider net 
“Three points I will survive 
Go back to being the worker bee in the hive” 
Returning to the hole the buzz stud did creep 
Where the company he did keep 
Talking to the wasp women on the phone
Giving them a tasty bone 
In a fantasy tone 
Since they were not really known 
“It is most certain 
West Ham United won’t get the relegation curtain 
Apparently the Hammers will play another year 
To high profile cheer” 
As the honeys listened 
They too should stay in the big time mission 
“Not to worry 
Citizens will be here surely 
Relaxed no need to hurry 
Since they will be next 
We will deposit match checks 
Then have upper league respect”
Form: Rhyme


Life Is

It's been eight long years I am married to my wife,
 that licenses me to write about life, 
life is a this and life is a that, 
it's a simple case, of tit for tat, 
life is a race that leaves us red in the face,
 it's like a meanie who is upon your case,
 if you have the money,it could be fun,
 but it could have you looking down the barrel of a gun.
 It's true it teaches, each one of us,
whether we take it easy or make a fuss, 
then one day you go on to think it's made you wise,
 but then suddenly, bang, boom! surprise! 
It wasn't so much as a bee had farted,
 but from the top you find yourself right where you started, 
if you take it well it could be nice, 
but even then you got to pay the price, 
it sure drives us with eternal thirst,
 but with each passing breath we must pay the price first. 
In the end when it's all done and told, 
make sure you have nice stories when you get old,
may be you will always win, maybe get a trophy,
or like me you may sit and write philosophy,
one way or the other, life will be heaven or hell, but in the end it really matters if we lived it well.
Form:

Clerihews of the Original Three of Four and Me- Three of My Original Four Favorite Poets

Her name is Seren
Yes the proud welsh girl, not foe, hopefully a  fren
The number of contest she entered, maybe a million
On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give her a billion

She has passionately stated her favorite color is green
She talked about more shades than I think I’ve seen
My vision isn’t great, but good thing I’m not color blind too
Then I’d be like those Greeks, with one word for green and blue

She also has a pooch named Tilly
If that’s a variation of Teal then she’s green silly
Maybe instead of silly I better choose a synonym
Lest emerald becomes jade and I sing a new hymn 

Yes of PD, I could write clerihews day and night
However, whatever I may or might write, it’s never in spite
She loves alliteration, writing recklessly reaping rich reward
Of ailing alliteration, I’m alienated, not even a steady steward 

I think my friend PD thinks I’m the meanie
With my clerihew about seeds, I think she dubbed me weenie
I am sorry Linda, I was going to remove it from the site
But too many others found some delight

Last but not least ThePhilosopher, yeah that’s me
The one that always seems to be lost at sea
You would think either past or present I was a sailor
However on life’s quest I’ve been quite the delayer 

My name is Wayland, no not the first nor the third
I am the second and sometimes I mention a bird
Speaking of the bird, I look at the top 100 poems list
And obviously there is something that I missed

When I speak of the top 100’s list, I mean for two weeks
Some post almost two hundred, yes 200, they aren’t meek
I wonder how it’s possible and then I read their verse
Many times I’m often left to curse

But since when did ThePhilosopher, become the judger of prose
His clerihews always talking about these, thou, and those
I should change my name to King James
But my buddy is already King of the Quatrains

Oh yes My buddy Jack will be the last
The subjects he writes about are vast
Too many to remember with all his pretty words
When I think of his poems I don’t think of birds

I recently read his poem titled bums unite
He said he gave them money at times, it probably felt right
He said someday they may even get a ten spot
If someone gives me a ten spot, then I’m yelling JACKPOT!

*these are always done if fun, hahaha another random rhyme
Form: Clerihew

Oh and then

What is it with the fans and the guy known as 
" Big Meanie" Maze? Some may be used to calling
him "The Craze" of Fresno: there were he defeated
Five reigning champions in one night! An off the grid
Superstar who once wrestled(defending against two
top notch contenders:.when his partner defaulted
and refuse to make the date, he was lefted to defend by
himself). "They made a mountain out of a mole hill: my
Partner was a jerk: the promotion wanted me to find a new 
partner , I said screws you and took the job and retained!"
"I aint need no stinking partner!For the rest of my title
defenses my manager stood on  the apron while I did the work!"
One night I bought a Big maple syrup barrel in the ring
with pillows tied around it: the jerk ref asked where was my partner,
I say's you son of a bytch: can't
you see the barrel of fun I just came in ith"
The barrel had a uprise.at the end of the match, my new partner
crawled from under the ring
and got under the barrel and when I went for the tag, he jumped out!
The place went wild.
We began using the "Big Barrel of Fun" gimmick bring
a barrel ringside and dumping ah fella
in it getting the countout win.
Until them Big nastys came in to the terrotry.
Smuck and Numbskull ruined our reign.
They were nomanated as tagteam of the year six years in a row and won.
I gave up on tagging: then I became Champion of Champion
contender and Champion!
Report Filed by
Toyo Siku
From The Big City Journel
Column Six
the Panflute Report
Rassling Publications Inc
and Mid-day Media LLC

The new thang is this article come up on scene: the panflute signals
the start of the segment! This Guy is a jerk!
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Trixie's Dream

I want to be a pirate’s unicorn in my next life.
A beautiful pirate named Sadie, who gives me no strife.
We’ll sail the seven seas my little Sadie and me.
We’ll steal riches and treasures, happy we’ll be.

Other pirates will be terrified when they see our flag.
It’s that vicious pirate girl and her meanie one horned nag!
We’ll catch them up in nets and we will make them walk a plank.
We’ll chop some up as meat until we smell their ugly stank.

We will be on the most wanted list, Queen Sadie and me.
She’ll dress in red rhinestone dresses, as pretty as can be.
Her talents will be legend in every foreign nation.
We will rob six months a year, the rest of them, vacation.

We will wake up on the beach, every day, and take a run.
We will eat hot oatmeal pies, and try to get some sun.
She will ride on my back in a queenly pirate way.
Pirate and the Unicorn, a best-selling Broadway play.


Premium Member To My Nemesis

You were mean to me in public, 
And you thought you had gotten by with it.
Because I did not scream or rant.
On social media I did not throw a fit.

In other ways, I got you back
For calling me mean words, for insinuating I’m a hack. 
But you have not figured it out yet.
I gloat in secret, running to my safety net. 

You may figure it out today, or maybe not at all
But I have the satisfaction of standing right and tall
Because you were the meanie who made the bad moves
And I am the hippie child with the cool vibe grooves.

I have my admirers, my followers and such
How much time do I waste on you? Not very much.

Profound Magnificance the Legend of Ghetto Sushi

He stood in the middle of
The ring and asked the
Members of The
Right Stuff inc.
To stop the B.S.
And start making things
Right for the people.
In his lavish robe
And pink mask
Ghetto Sushi
Said if it comes to
Wrestling he'd out
Wrestle them
If it came to
Brawling he'd
Out Brawl them 
He spoke about
Being first in line
And having his
Back turned to
All the hungry
Wolves,  he scared
The micro phone 
Interveiwee when
He started speaking
About things he didn't 
Understand saying
Miss Tusslers baby boy
Was a champion
People the world over
Loved and admired him
Miss Tussler and Big Meanie
Liked nice things but they
Didn't like you 
MissTussler liked cool people
But they didn't like you.
I use to think Big Meanie
And Miss Tussler were
Bad people til I meet you
Ghetto Sushi say
Miss Tussler beat that
Ass and Ghetto Suchi
Gonna beat that ass too!
Ghetto Sushi represents
Clean areas and living
Responsibly The star
Shing bright in
The big sky
Ghetto Sushi
Ah Superstar a
Bright light among
The night a sample
Of what greatness is
I am Ghetto Sushi
The Greatest of Altime!
Form: Ballade

Gigwiser

Loser changes name match
The Concernment of People 
Cellar Toss verses Mil Mascot
Came about due to the high
Venue prices. Said Peom. 
A outlook of fans and media
a Concernment of greed and
Se to dishness, spoke many
Concerned. 
Wisdom of Savants and Meres
(Peoples Priorities) Nicknames
that causes concerns. He Lavish
could target critsium from those
who feel to he backlash from there
entertainment interest. The loser shall
wear the name"Big Meanie" due to contractual
Concerns . A ticket buying public pushes the
envelope, a ticket buying public
Wises to raise there glass in honor
 not in fear. Real. World issues, concerns
real people not corporate hypocrates 
A champion talks championships
A champion doesn't stumble over situations
Unskilled and troubled. 
The outcome is defeat not parish!
Form: Bio

Tulip Wine and Tounge teaser

An ode to morning
Might the urges of night
Keep us entangled in
Our love affair
The snares of evening
that one claims their
desires in unashamed 
want
That neither love or hate
defines truth
Such debate comes to
be heard with a doubtful
ear
Óde to me as you shall
have me yours
Neither poverty or wealth
Shall be éxcuse for our
togetherness 
He wishes me merely
that I am with you
He longest me in spite of
You
Might night blanket the truth
Of our togetherness 
that it is script of your undoings
Might the rightousness of
whoredums
Make me woman above all
Else.
Claria Minded Longings
From the book of Trickering Women
Published by
"Though then like me"
An inspiration to Male Madness

"He ain't even noticed"
Performed by
Hoochie and Dame Meanie
Ària Musica
Vhallez and Structure
Performed with permission 
From Gett it and Ooh
From big city mußic co.
A fictious media group
Highest ratings ever Collaberation Co.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member A Marriage of One

A Marriage of One

Shazar P. Diddle,  a one-man-woman loved Bart, utterly, completely with a full heart.

Bart was a loner, a self-lover, a married-to-my-habits, this man who stole her heart.

She loved her dogs, her cat, rabbit, a goat named Meanie, but they only received about 10 percent of her love, the rest of it was reserved for Bart.

Bart loved his alcohol, cigarettes, secret stash of cocaine, his single lifestyle, and the money he made selling drugs, this good man, named Bart.

Shazar saw goodness and love when she looked at Bart.  Bart saw an easy mark, a convenient wife and home, from whom he would promise to never part.

Yes, Shazar and Bart were married three years ago this Thursday, 
and we all said, “Bless you both.” We enjoyed their wedding in a sense of family fun.

They pooled their loot, bought a boat, enjoyed a 3-day honeymoon.  On day four, Bart called  Shazar and said, “Sorry, but I’ve decided to be a marriage of one.”

It was the kind of marriage he wanted, forever and always, but of course she ran after him and the boat up and down the coast line, trying to change his mind.

Shazar, Shazar, Shazar, He was never yours in the first place. He’s too selfish to be in any relationship, To yourself, you must be kind.
Form: Rhyme

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