Long Rent Poems
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Experience is that math teacher
who gives you tests before teaching the class
marks it in red
and still expects you to clap
It is that bad friend
standing in the corner with folded arms
showing you its tongue
saying I warned you
but never stopped you
Experience is like hot soup
it never burns from afar
you must taste it wrong
before you learn how to blow
It is a stubborn landlord
that collects rent in advance
no excuses
no balance carried forward
Experience is like a tight shoe
you won’t know the pain at the shop
you will only understand it
halfway through the journey
It laughs like a drum with no cover
loud
unapologetic
especially when you repeat the same mistake twice
Experience is that exam
you cannot cheat in
because the questions
look exactly like your past
It teaches like rain on a zinc roof
noisy
disturbing
but impossible to ignore
Yet somehow
it is the only teacher
that stays after class
until you finally understand
Because experience does not smile
it proves
and if you listen closely
you will hear it say
next time
you will know better
If you work from nine to five you are losing out on the biggest prize; if you work from nine to five you just don’t know how to roll the dice.
Daytime is busy and the office is filled with misery, traffic is moving in and out and sometimes it makes you want to shout. If you work from nine to five you will develop a mediocre mind and you cannot strike the deal on time.
He has been working on the project for more than a year, sticking to the time that he has to spear, his office is loaded with clients and the waiting room has a line that stretched all the way to the divine.
His goals are not clear and his team is scattered everywhere, he has a big mugs of coffee on his desk and notes piling up to the roof, he just cannot get the work done and is always singing the nine to five song.
If you work from nine to five you will fall behind, those that start early are way ahead of you and those that leave late can buy an extra pair of shoe; they can pay the rent on time and they can make their children shine.
What kind of work habit do you have? Are you happy with your current job? There are plenty rivers to wash in and there is much grass to role in. When the weather is fine you can start working overtime. The river is flowing, the grass is growing and good things are coming your way.
Overtime is the key when you are down on your knees; putting in an extra hour will make you have a healthy supper, you can finish the job on time and you can save a couple dimes; you can give an extra hand to help the starving people on the land; 'overtime is not a burden, it give you more space to work with ease when you need that special peace.
Over time can turn you into champion and it can make you into a better man. Look at all the games, you will discover that the miracles are not the same, the first hour is always rough but overtime always adds to the finishing touch. What you cannot achieve on your regular time, you can do it overtime.
I roll slow through these streets,
where the whores work for tips and the blood leaks.
Money, a sad joke, hard to keep,
I pay the rent, but sleep comes cheap.
Caddy cruisin’, windows down,
the smell of piss clings to this town.
Street cred?
What’s that worth?
When every man’s born to die, cursed since birth.
Gun in the glove box, hands on the wheel,
you blink once, you’re six feet deep, that’s the deal.
You feel tough, you act hard—
but death’s got your name, kid, on a cold steel card.
We all hustle, yeah, some win, most lose,
the booze, the fights, yeah we sing those blues.
Flashing lights in the rearview, close—
but I'm running too fast, death’s chasing close.
The girls?
They fake their smiles just to eat.
A dollar buys love that’s dead on the street.
You talk big, but you can’t buy time,
even the king in his castle won’t make that climb.
See, I’ve danced with death, been shot at and hit,
but somehow I keep living in this endless pit.
You can shine up that car, make it gleam bright,
but the reaper don’t care, he’ll take you tonight.
So raise a glass, we’re all gonna fall,
flesh, bone, blood on the wall.
Till then, I keep moving, don’t ask me why—
We all pay the rent, till the day that we die.
I am not from Lancaster ain't no tumbleweed rollin through my backyard or brain. when those beautiful snow capped mountains show up in the morning on my front lawn in a mudslide..is not me.
rollin down the dark highway road a sudden thud-a crash into a wild boar crossing the road..how many times do I have to say, that's not me. course I will admit the lightning bugs at night sho nuff are a sight to see and the crickets chirping in the early morn mo pleasant than any alarm clock I know.sometimes the going down of the evening sun provides a skyline that's simply breathtaking, course when I pass the pig farm down the road..i keep my breath whew! and that says it in a nutshell why um not from Lancaster. when my wife said let's move to Lancaster I said whoa now, let's rent a spot for a week 'n the events of that week matriculated to a conclusion..
that's not me.
Cute is love when new,
how wishes go true,
but only when last,
it gives awesome blast.
Smooth it runs at start,
so much fun an art,
but rough time defines
beauty, check assigns.
Fast fun fetch fierce fire.
date drills dot's desire.
back best bed's battle-
pokes pleasing prattle...
Lone mind's sigh, inquire;
dreaming hearts require
sweet continuity:
willing congruity.
That would work with two
worlds of different view,
yet would become one-
fight battles undone...
Till indifference curves
out, genuine care's nerves,
to feeling concerned:
aid, purely unearned.
Greatness greets giants' growth,
boundless bliss bless both,
years yields young yes, yet
risks reinforce reset.
Trust now find its place,
without trouble's trace-
cement a long stay
to never decay.
How hope's height hasten...
clear cruel cane chasten
long lasting love's life.
rent relief, rich rife.
A woman speaks....
I will live in a tent, or demand I pay
no rent!
My name is Sally, I want everything free!
To God, I never bend a knee!
For my community nothing will I ever do!
For the USA, you see, I think little of you.
I want to burn every flag, I see!
Because everything in the USA belongs
to me.
That car you drive, it should be mine.
Any one else's hard work, I never will do.
But all your accomplishments belong to
me, not you.
I am dying of jealousness and greed.
I steal anything I can.
I make our government bleed, paying
for my every need.
A nation that will not work?
Yes, we will not last long.
The melody I hear is so tragic,
People refusing to live lives magic.
Criminals are totally honored here.
Teen gangbangers on corners stand,
slurping beer.
Children in Chicago, weekly are with no
mercy shot dead.
BLM Marxists marches cheer!
I weep on my pillow on my bed,
Americans, unite and do so very soon.
Stop buying products from a man who
loathes the USA but wants to go to the
moon?
Find people with character who love
God and this Republic!
That number grows smaller and smaller.
And tent cities ruin streets filled with
fentanyl, squalor and the most uncouth
defecate in public?
While useless masks, unsafe vaccines are
mandated by the current, insane Gestapo!
And their followers? I call them...Floppos!
A hideous, evil way where your fellow citizens
forgot they had any rights, oh!
Servants of the Gestapo, how dare you shame!
Those of us who believe in the American Dream?
We learned to well what happened in Germany,
When people thought that nutcase Hitler was the
Creme de la Creme!
I hope you recall all the bodies and how that did
end!
7/27/2021
From far and wide.
To see the
Big Island Rattlers
Verses
The Desert Snears
Alot of planning
Across sport negotiations
Stuff to say in conversation
Nothing's ever been like
This before.
From riding someone's coattails
To individual dominance
Secure the worm
and cast the rod
there really jumping tonight
Tune the band
Rent the hall
We call this one
a humdinger
Say, did you see the beautiful
Smiling face
She think she's pick that right one
You know that special one let's
Just wait and see
Bayshore special
And a Desert Delight
Time for talking
Is whining low
The hype men
Getting a taste for crow
Tell everybody
Like I know
It's getting down
Tonight!
Our own hagrid (in the corporeal essence of marital relatives) heaves livid rage
like real life harry potter dementors dead set on wreaking havoc
mainly from the zison matriarch in a mental and physical decrepit stage
attributable in part to her four score plus years on a depression riddled life
but mainly on account that her least favorite son in law lacks any income or
wage.
Venomous rage spews forth like a smoldering volcano about to explode
threats to vacate the premises likened to toxic emotions
that bear down like the sword of Damocles or how atlas bore earth as a heavy
load
which chronic onslaught of fiery livid (red hot poker) rage
sets the entire collective family psyche in an awful tortured soulful mode.
Animosity brewed and festered for well nigh going into the eighth year
scant mutually agreeable resolutions prolong this debacle
at the corners of our ability to cope do rent asunder and tear
and last shred of sanity that remains whereby nightmarish demons leer
like haywire bots with maniacal grins their trademark flair.
Wrath batters and assaults without merciless cessation lathered with blame
that we supposedly bleed dry this elderly octogenarian dame
criticism and insults indiscriminately hurled burns like hellish flame
no matter both myself and spouse experience inherent weaknesses
any explanations describing efforts to reaching goals accepted as lame.
Angst permeates while hopelessness drips from every cell
dealing with malice (from blood kin no less) with no salvation this place we dwell
synonymous with living among the dead in I did believe in hell
whereby these retaliatory barbs tossed like hand grenades pell mell
because the old lady this ramshackle house she wishes to sell.
If anybody who read this help us please
An affordable rent such a deal this guy would cease
as a permanent place to live our plight t’would appease.
On a bicycle built for two
I want to ride through French Alps with you
We'll stop in a villa, you in rose and vanilla
And we'll sample the local fondue
We'll rent a romantic chateau
Buy a bottle of chilled Veuve Clicquot
Sit under the stars, the whole evening is ours
Toast, sip, repeat, smoke a clove
Wake up to the birds and the bees
Chirping and buzzing in trees
Wind chimes are wooing, coffee is brewing
Yellow quilts, lilacs, silk sheets
I was wondering if it'd be okay
If we remained here just one more day
They're predicting cold weather, we'll stay warm together
Big snowstorms are coming our way
My birth name is Suzie, some say I’m a floozy
But I can’t be choosey, that’s just how it is
I’ve slept with a teacher and even a preacher
And many a doctor got more than a kiss
Don’t show me derision, you won’t go to prison
Please share me your caring and I shall share mine
Just show me your fondness for blue eyes and blondness
Sir, smile at me kindly and I shall be thine
My mother ignores me, my father deplores me
I can’t comprehend why they ever had kids
They share mutual scorn in a marriage forlorn
I guess I was born, then their love hit the skids
Next week I’ll be sixteen, that’s fifteen years unseen
Did they even once see me as heaven sent
I cook and I clean, they just watch that old screen
They don’t give a damn how I get them their rent
Just want to be flattered, don’t want to be battered
Just want to be noticed through eyes that are fond
On my bedside table, your cash will enable
me to torch this hellhole and then to abscond
So, please don't find mirth in my limited worth
All I have to offer is all that I am
Don’t think me obscene for you could have been
Stood in my shoes were you born to my pram