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For everyone that has been cheated on
For everyone that has been lied to
For everyone that has been hurt due to a dumb significant other
No need to see the doctor for being a victim of the relationship flu
I got the cure and this poem is dedicated to all of you
I was so good I was the best I can be
No that wasn’t good enough for you had to break my heart like u snapped a branch
off a tree
Its not that I was blind its just I wanted you to change to someone deep inside you
I see
Trying to be the helpful kind one in the end you were the one who decided to play
me
Deep down farther than the sea I loved you with all my heart and that’s a
guarantee but now its time for me to strike back and set you free
You can’t get mad at me trying to flip a table cemented to the ground
Acting as if I was the dog portraying me as "the rest" when you are the one that
needs to be sent to the pound
Your the one digging holes and burying bones in the dirt
Don’t stop now continue to flirt because hoes gone by hoes and by them I can’t be
hurt
I’m glad u practiced your game on me
You a liar yet you hate them
You a cheater yet you despise them
You say you not like the rest but your quest was in your bed with another guest
Don’t bother getting up and getting dressed let them lay there on your chest
I’ll be the mature one walk away with no contest
I must have been possessed to be with you but hey moral of the story *clap*
*clap* I’m impressed
It’s okay if you want to be a certified player I can sign off on your degree
You only needed one witness to prove all you can be
You are your own boss now and under you is an upcoming trainee
I’m sure they will pass with flying colors if their life you referee
Before you go you have something of mine in your pocket I dig for my key
This no longer belongs to you it has a return to sender and the address is assigned
to me
You a hoe, you a whore, you a ****, and yes guys can be them too
Yea you too cocky for your own good thinking of yourself as a tattoo
Naw baby your not you like an error on Microsoft word I just pressed undo
You were cute, you were nice, you were funny but now when I look at you it’s a
dirty view
You can beg, you can plead asking for me back you can even kiss my shoe
Just remember when my answer is no you can’t blame me when it was all you
(c) jeremy fennell
My hands are clammy
as I try to unlock Uncle Nick's door,
he left me the imposing house
high on the hill as his heir,
the Victorian structure is gloomy,
and probably full of ghosts,
who will wake me up to be bold,
dusty sheets cover the furniture
adding to the spector-like decor.
A mouse runs across the floor,
squeaking at my human intrusion,
I am an unwanted guest at its home,
slowly I walk up the creaking stairs,
being watched by something unknown,
a portrait of a man hangs at the landing,
I stare at it and the eyes blink back,
one of Uncle's Hollywood collection of props,
an avid connoisseur of movie memorabilia.
At the end of the carpeted and wallpapered hall,
a door is open as if an invitation to come in,
it is the master bedroom because of its size,
antique lace curtains hang at a corner window,
covering the scene below of a rose garden,
the canopied bed of fluffy pillows is inviting,
collapsing from fatigue of a long trip,
I fall asleep into a deep sleep dreaming away,
all the while smelling a lavender scent.
Hours later I wake up in a dark and dank cellar,
tied up and a gag across my mouth,
wanting to scream but cannot as I notice
an elderly woman smelling of lavender and
a middle-aged man holding a bat before me,
I recognized them at the reading of the will,
it is Uncle's housekeeper and her son,
an ultimatum is made by both of them,
if I didn't give them the house I would be killed,
My life is more important than the old house,
I made the decision to sign off the paperwork,
untying me they let me go as I quickly drove off,
leaving behind a legacy which I couldn't enjoy,
arriving at my humble home miles away,
I turned the news on and heard to my surprise
that my Uncle's house was hit by lightning
the other night and burned to the ground,
someone definitely is watching over me.
May 15, 2020
Form:
Dear Mom,
Hey Mom, I hope you are well. Not feeling much pain.
I guess, when you get this letter I’ll be long gone.
It’s my goddamn birthday what a coincidence.
See I took a direct hit an hour ago.
You won’t believe this, They call it a Death Blossom,
It was just a routine part of a shake and bake.
It hit me in the chest. It was goodnight Irene.
I think it came from a little Iraqi kid.
Talk about coincidence. Duke got hit as well.
You don’t know Duke. He went to the same school as me.
He used to copy my answers on the exams.
He even stole my first girlfriend. You know Donna.
He is bleeding and is having trouble breathing,
Maybe you could tell his Mom and Dad I hope so.
Anyway I need to say a few things to you.
I haven’t made you proud. I Kinda let you down.
You must be a little disappointed in me.
Hey Mom do you remember years ago at school,
In athletics I won the 100 yards foot race
I remember I was over the goddam moon.
You were there and put your arms around me and cried.
I don’t know why you cried but it seemed really right.
It’s a shame that good old Dad wasn’t there for that.
I guess some coincidences just don’t happen.
Oh yeah who was that skinny girl that lived next door?
Tina, no it was Louise. God she hated me.
She used to throw peaches at me. I don’t know why.
She hit me in the head once. Gee she was funny.
She sure used to make me laugh, she had a good heart.
I think about her. She was a firey one.
I think she might of, kinda liked me but who knows.
It’s no coincidence she married a fireman.
Well Mom the light is fading, the Sun’s going down,
I Guess I better sign off now and say goodbye.
Gee the stars look pretty over the Iraqi sky.
At least you don’t have to wish me happy birthday Mom
Love ya Mom.
Your son Elroy.
To the U S government
and all your worthless bureaucratic agencies,
but also more importantly
to all you global bankers especially.
Check out my FaceBook page occasionally,
because I have a lot to say about all of you Publicly,
on Facebook for all willing to learn and read.
You Now Have An Enemy Who Will Bring You All Down To Your Knees
Non Violent, Disobedient Civilly and Peacefully,
by enlightening the willing to listen about your devious deeds.
I will name names, I will layout to everyone your maniacal plan,
to dictate the entire world and not just my once very great land.
I will expose all of you to the world in a way they will all fully understand,
My Facebook page is going to be,
One Of The Few Reliable News Sources Available To Everybody.
You messed with the wrong dissident son of a witch,
when you placed me on your terrorist watch list,
but thanks for that kick in my but that now has motivated me,
to never stop fighting, never to stop informing EVERYBODY
the Real Threat you and yours pose to A FREE SOCIETY,
and exactly how little by little you are enslaving My Country.
I'm going to expose all the crimes against humanity all of you did.
I'll expose your Treason, all the worldwide conspired horrors you still commit.
I'll turn over every rock, every single skeleton in your god forsaken closets.
You are my Goliath and I am your David.
You got TheKidster angry, and that was very stupid.
I am Not ANONYMOUS
ANONYMOUS signs off with Expect Us.
I am just a man you have made extremely angry.
I sign off with,
EXPECT ME
BILLY TheKidster on Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/billy.thekidster
My Dad Was Just a Lad
Part 3
I’ll close with just this “added” tale,
Of this “Old Veteran’s” rhyme.
To share how one man’s story,
Ended. . . way before it’s time.
He went back home to Iowa,
Packed up the wife and kiddies.
He and his kin, adventure bound,
Were on their way to the Windy City.
He and his brother had a plan,
Build trailer homes, of wood & steel.
To help young families make a fresh start,
A place a couple, “at home” may feel.
As their “dream” took shape,
Soon past their expectations grew.
The brothers bought some man toys,
Cars, boats & planes, but just a few.
“These are the days, They’ll never end”
Is the song a young heart sings.
But as comes to all, our life is done,
The day our death toll rings.
He was killed one fateful day, 11/47,
His Piper Cub, his pride and joy.
Had done that trick a dozen times,
A turn of fate, for our young boy.
* * * * *
These are recurring thoughts,
I find rushing through my head.
When I think of all our veterans,
Both the living. . . and the dead.
All the lives now represented,
In rows of many snow white crosses.
In graveyards round the globe,
That mark our American losses.
Courageous men and women,
Willing to sacrifice it all.
Americans still answer, now as then,
Their “HOME” countries, urgent call.
With Deepest Love & Great Respect,
I sign off now, “Wish you all the best”
We remember you for what you did,
And how you all, have passed the test.
* * * * *
Written by oldbuck, In recognition of the sacrifice of
All our Veterans and their families.
There once was a robin who flew
somewhat strangely down my chimney flue.
When I asked if she missed
due to morn's heavy mist,
she said, "That, plus I'm fighting the flu".
Unhappy with how much I weigh,
for a long time I searched for a way
to get rid of some weight.
This was well worth the wait:
to fruit smoothies I add powdered whey!
She prays to her Father most holy,
while adoring His worthiness wholly.
For long hours she'll kneel
by her new husband, Neil.
So that's why both their pants are so holey.
Though he couldn't look me in the eye,
the cupcake thief said, "It is I".
When I asked, "So you ate
every one of the eight?"
With a fierce stomach ache he said, "aye".
A new singer has come to the fore
though I honestly don't know what for.
Her light dimly has shone
(as her critics have shown) -
her "cringe" songs I could name three or four.
This poet tells bad jokes (puns, too)
every minute he'll tell one or two.
Now this half-funny bard
from all bars is now barred
till his victims who passed out come to.
My sailboat I towed down the road
to the bay; at the helm my son rode.
But no breezes were seen
at the smooth-as-glass scene -
to our destination we both rowed!
Twelve donuts I opted to buy,
as I nibbled on them by and by.
Now they're gone - who knows where
(my new pants I can't wear)
With this mystery I'll sign off. Bye!
//Homophones - two words sounding the same but with different meanings //
Written 26 Oct 2022
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I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation
Flow so sick you gotta give it medication
Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation
My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation
But let’s stick it quick to my man with the tricks
It’s me Papi Mario always acting so slick
If my raps were a candle Mario would be the wick
He would light up my face cuz this the life he’d pick
He writes so many poems you’d think he’s Dr. Seuss
He’s got so many tales you’d call him Mother Goose
And his precision so tight it’ll never be loose
He’s the Maine attraction when he’s the streetwalkin’ Moose
So lemme spit this fire like a dragon in the castle
My lines like the DMV always lookin’ like a hassle
We can go down south if ya wanna wrassle
But I ain’t holdin’ back I’m known to be an a**hole
But I love my uncle and all his rhymin’
Catch him forever in blue jeans like Neil Diamond
He can be silent with stripes when his lyrics are miming
But like an anachronism he ain’t gotta worry ‘bout the timing
So lemme sign off it’s been Gucci while it lasted
I’ll see you Christmas Eve while the party gettin’ blasted
This ain’t the first of the raps but nor is it the last bid
You might be the first on the mic but I surely ain’t the last kid
(in case of mistakes below..... i've not re-read it...on purpose....mmmhahaha)
sorry that's how time passes sometimes...
i'd a poem
about psychopathic thinking, andt...
it bothers me such as
history continues with...
its 'martyrs' for a cause
that exists no more...
only as histories facts
in some book...
believers thinking they understand
something about reality and time when...
reality is as a continuity of
a series or sequence of...
patterns in the 'environment'
observers themselves call a...
reality so to speak
but by their definitions...
it is a logic which they define
as being that is as it exists...
now does that not contradict the
basics of logic with respect...
a being of the concept of
continuity that is change that...
in itself is what is time
but yes adaptation to...
what is time can be challenging
especially when it is...
such a numbing to...
what does pass as a reality that is
to believers genuine but only...
bull from conflicting
con=men out for thems'elfs' and...
not all being martyrs for some
'higher ups'...
anyway it's
suppertime now
is on the spot...
so i'll sign off
for now..
(who misses the news when...……..pheeeeuuuuigottago)
stan sand
Dear Love,
Just a quick note:
You caught me unawares
I thought I lived in circles
You taught me to accept squares
I write to ask for guidance
As straight lines tend to bend
The route we thought before us
Down a different path does send
You have a reputation
That has helped us through the age..
The compassion of a mother
The wisdom of a sage
So as I lean towards you
For some words of hope and care
Perhaps a new direction
Or encouragement you'll share
You released your piercing arrow
Varnished with surprise
Tipped to cut through layers
Under which my lost soul lies
You only took a moment
And before I knew my mind
My heart had led me forward
Out of prison cell, confined
Pah, you know all this already
So a question I must ask..
Are you wholly future focussed?
Is that even in your grasp?
Have you mapped how love unravels
As your arrow breaks these chains
Is destiny the angel
To guide through all this strange
Confusing landscape
Gnarly trees that twist and trip
While my mind is still in turmoil
Though my feet, they want to skip
I'll sign off here and ponder
All the wonders you possess
But thank you in anticipation
Yours truly,
My Heart's Address