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C and I were as confused as could be.
Our friend V is hilariously laughing with glee.
His Halloween sense is totally off-key.
Misinformation learned at his weird grandma’s knee.
We spoke of spooks and ghosts. V could not agree.
C was not annoyed, but V’s attitude totally annoyed me.
I sent him on a goose chase to find a pumpkin witch tree.
“Don’t forget to enjoy Dracula’s blood tea and race the Grand Prix.”
V stopped at the haunted house and picked up his sister Dee.
She was much more Halloween savvy than he could ever be.
She said “Your pals are messing with you; it is the October glee.
Just because your Halloween sense is tiny, way off and very wee.”
In the smile of dawn, I woke up
Clouded was the day
And darkness fills in my eyes
Without stopping falling raindrops
And the breeze that tickles on my cheeks
Never cools me anymore.
Nothing to lose
And nothing to own
Only the memories hold me alive.
Don’t know what to do.
And where will go.
My legs drag me somewhere.
Not clear my paths
Weird is my mission
Destiny tricks me every time.
Failure shatters me, but
Still hope shines in me
Like a firefly.
I see and I remember
The rise in every fall
And the times I move ahead.
Not tired
Not dim
Hope glitters in me.
Form:
Steve Rogers was a commoner, desiring to be a soldier.
After a few disappointing initial failures he got selected
for the super soldier unique experiment in the US military.
Vita-rays and serum injection made him strong and brave.
He toured the country in colorful costumes of adornment
during the WW II time in the fund raising campaigns.
For his patriotic endeavor during the national exigency
he was very proud to be designated as Captain America.
From a frozen aircraft over the Arctic during the war
the Nazi General, Schmidt, named as crafty Red Skull,
stole a weird relic, Tessaract, having an untold godly power,
that he wanted to harness to change the entire world.
Captain America performed an act of fabulous courage
when he could alone free all the distressed prisoners of war
by infiltrating furtively the fortified Nazi fortress,
built within the Hydra base by the notorious Red Skull.
To stop the use of the weapons of mass destruction,
Schmidt was attacked by Rogers inside his super aircraft.
Facing the disgraceful defeat and fearing to be captured,
Red Skull used the mysteriously powerful Tesseract to escape.
The energy of the bizarre contraption opened a wormhole
that sucked into it the body of the Nazi General.
The aircraft crashed in the icy waters of the Arctic sea,
the superhero Rogers was untraced, Red Skull vanished in space.
Leading from the front and facing the danger without wavering,
Captain America symbolizes bravery in physical and moral spheres,
conveying that valor entailing heroism isn’t the absence of fear,
but a reminder that true courage forges the might of a hero.
So this one is about how I see stuff
No countries just one land with puddles on top
Tried to count without using numbers
Still designing the seat if our knees bent another way
I kinda feel cheated
See those pictures with beautifully clothed galaxies
they artificially add the colours
There are only two directions in or out
God must be murder at the cinema
Knows all the endings and doesn’t share the popcorn
Could Jesus catch a Malteser
Admit it nailed it
Right I get killing Hitler in time travel movies
but why don’t they just move him
Although what if he still did the same
Do we learn fear or is it taught
What if the hilt of Excalibur was the pieces of silver
gained with a kiss
We might all see different colours
A.S.I -artificial superior intelligence I bagsy it
The last human arguing for his existence with a calcu
see you late
Err
Empathy is weird cause we can’t feel the same as someone else but just our personal interpretation of what we feel they are feeling
Boulder just rolls off the tongue
Which I think we should rename ton gew
Give it a second it will grew. On you
We watch the same shape for all of our lives
Mobile phones are technically also phone boxes
If there was no mistakes would everything be perfect
Speak of the dental
A really weird visit to the pain and philosophy chair
Sparkles and earned stars, for another purpose under the stars
Has no choice, but to know how a hungry mouth has a sigh to fare
Seek and you shall find, open and say aaahhh, a new pain in the ass that can
With the emphasis of numbness and hurry, to catch a tooth's pride
In the act of hurt and fate, to get rid of a chance encounter with mysteries man?
Live and let live say I, the fate you are composing is a speed that begins to cry
Angels and hosts of decisions to appear, and dread the coming road to oblivion
Time in retrospect for faster control, the strength to fashion is hate's judgment
Moving so fast and ready to confirm itself a problem, of a worldly season of lies and living
Coming and going in joy and purpose, to help the speed of truth pass by alet
So, mouthful of possibility...
What has the moment of pride to come clean?
Like forever in a sanitary dish, the future has named us a real dizziness
Mumble, mumble spit in trouble, the truth of my pain on the double, is your the devil mean...
So dentist of truth, why the little white lie?
Seemingly the voice of me to prove, the lie of my fascination is your bad breath
Liberty, staunchness, sanity, sharing and wholesomeness; to profess a prudent crime
Having one less tooth, is my soul desire to get rid of a curious lie in the face of death?
Everybody had a personal favorite or that one teacher that for some reason we just didn't like. Back in the day, when I was in 6th grade, there was a math teacher that for some reason we just didn't get along with each other. I was a bit of a wise-guy, and he was a bit of a hard-guy who always thought he was all that. His hairdo resembled Elvis' and he always wore sunglasses, even while teaching. He clearly thought he was the real-life Fonz. Me, well I was the real-life Spanky. One Friday he made me stay after school for two hours because I pied in the classroom, and I called him an idiot because he wouldn't let me go to the restroom when nature called. I asked him three times, and he just wouldn't let me go. My bladder hurt so bad that I just couldn't take it any longer. Squeezing my peepee, trying to hold it in, I ran to the corner of the classroom and let the yellow river flow. I never told my parents what happened or the real reason why I was held back after school, I thought I would get more trouble with them. I got him back though. The following Monday I went to my classroom early, and before he got there, I secretly put a thumb tack on his chair. Well, my plan worked, the idiot sat directly on it with force. He popped up quicker than a Jack-in-the box and his glasses flew off his head. I don't think he actually thought anyone had put it there because he never said a word to any of us. He just picked up his glasses off the floor and started teaching. The very next day, I did it again and the knucklehead sat on it again. This time he knew it wasn't accidental and he threatened to give everyone an F until someone confessed. I never did confess, and everyone never did get an F. Years later, when I was out of school we met up by chance at a local bar and I confessed to him. He apologized to me and also confessed to me saying- "I knew it was you all along" We laughed like hell and bought each other shots of tequila and toasted to the good old days. We became pretty good friends after that. Weird how the world works sometimes.
I was a sly fox
he was a Jack-in the box
we became good friends
Drunken Inverted Triangle
I am a weird shape but, easy to figure out.
I would like to think, that I even standout.
I am an inverted martini glass filled up!
I will not spill because I will stand up.
I am a upside down pyramid too.
I am a inverted nutrition menu.
I’m a yield sign for the corner.
I am a upside down dollar.
Next time, you see me.
Just think, I can't be.
a circle. But, I can
be used in news-
articles. Watch
me be used;
in other
things
too!
I remember Grandpa…when our family gathered at his house…as our joy and laughter filled the air…we would always find him smiling…sitting in his favorite chair.
I remember how he’d smile…listening to new stories…or stories we retold…when I was young I figured that’s what Grandpas do when Grandpas get that old.
Sometimes he would add to a story…Oh! How his stories could beguile…but most of the time he was content to sit…to listen...to watch…and smile.
I know now what Grandpa was doing…it wasn’t because he was old…or weird…he was capturing memories as they surfaced…before they disappeared.
He was gathering up new memories…ones he hadn’t heard before and filing them away in his heart…in the place where memories are stored.
As he listened to us retell old stories…stories of family and friends…he was recalling his own memories and seeing how they blend.
He was reveling in the moment…knowing moments like those only last a little while….awash in all those memories…he could not help but smile.
I know this because when our family gathers at our house…as joy and laughter fill the air…I am now that Grandpa smiling…sitting in my favorite chair.
Capturing as many memories as I can…new memories and old ones I hold dear…smiling…trying to enjoy every moment…before those moments disappear.
Hoping every memory I’m a part of…over time…in my family will appear and reappear…and just like memories of my grandpa
will bring a smile to their faces…
when I’m no longer here.
My friend Murphy is annoyed by her neighbors.
At first it was just the one who steps over the foul line in basketball.
All the time.
Which I thought was weird as Murphy weighs two-thirty and does not play.
Now she is annoyed by Helen, the snoop, who lives across the street.
They used to be besties, but Helen started watching Murphy’s house too often.
“Wait just a second!” Murphy says, halfway into a sentence.
“What is SHE doing out there?”
I figure she is talking about Helen. “Helen?”
“No! My other neighbor, the one with the political signs.”
“I think she plans to plant those lilies!”
“And whose black truck is that? Just a second.” I hear a door slam.
In a few minutes I hear her breathing. “I got the plate number,” she told me.
“I think it is that weird neighbor guy.”
I mute my phone. Fix a sandwich. Watch a TV show.
She is still blathering; I can tell by the red bars going up and down.
“You know what I mean?” she says.
“Helen is at my door! I have to get off!”
I am sad to see her go.
I’ve got a flat tyre.
Congratulations, hope you’ll both be very happy.
Can you fix it?
Are you going to a fancy dress party?
I’m getting married, Sherlock.
Wow, kept that quiet, who’s the poor sod.
Nigel, and I’m in a bit of a rush, so if you don’t mind.
Leave it to me, that’s what us ex’s are for. You wearing a Basque under that dress.
Is that any of your business.
Just making the usual ex’s conversation, don’t lose the garter.
Yes, it is traditional, now can you get a move on.
Can’t get the wheel off, but not to worry I’ll drive you there, wherever there is.
It’s the registry office.
Okay jump in, where’s the honeymoon.
Skegness.
You’re joking, it’s freezing in Skeggy at this time of year.
His mum died there, so it’s a sort of goodbye.
So he’s a mummy’s boy then.
He’s not a mummy’s boy, it’s just a nice thing to do.
Do you want me to walk you down the aisle?
Why the hell would I want you to walk me down the aisle, plus, there isn’t an aisle.
Just the thing ex’s do for the one they love.
Don’t you start, just get me there?
Okay, but don’t cry when I start crying.
Piss off.
Four hours later, the phone rings.
Could you come and get me?
What do you mean come and get you, you’re married?
He’s brought his mum into the bedroom.
Well you did say he’s a mummy’s boy, so he carries her ashes about, think it as something old.
She isn’t in ash form.
Jesus, tell me he didn’t get her stuffed.
She isn’t dead.
This is brilliant, only you could get married into the Münster family, send me the photos, so I can show them to the guys down the pub.
You just get down here and pick me up, this is an emergency.
Oh! I don’t know, I’m sort of liking this marriage of yours, it’s slightly weird, but in a good way.
Do you want to see what I’m wearing under this dress?
That is blackmail, will mummy in law approve of this kind of talk.
Last time, do you want to see what I’m wearing.
Bombing up the motorway as we speak.