Long Yelling Poems
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Down a long deserted road
A young girl stands
Holding a red rose
Such a pretty girl
With long light brown flowing hair
Yet she has a blank stare
Cause no one seems to really care
They left her there
As the story goes
Gypsy Rose
They had never seemed
To want her
She always felt like
Such a burden
To people around her
Yelling at her
Even if she did no wrong
Sad they never showed
The young girl how to be strong
All she wants
Is to belong
The cold wind blows
Gypsy Rose
Then one day
He comes along
Her heart suddenly sings a song
But there’s a hesitation
She’s had so much devastation
In her life
And she remembers him
Oh so well
She has loved him before
And things didn’t go well
But her need to believe
That they had always
Been meant to be
Is stronger than her
Wanting to shut him out
She takes another chance on his love
Looking to the heaven above
Says a thank you prayer
That once again he was the one there
And how much he really does care
She does however long for time
Where innocence was lost
So she could give it to him
But knows that now the cost
Is so very high
And he just smiles to say
That’s the price we in our lives
Had to pay
And all that matters is the here and now
And each others live to share
So no longer does she have that blank stare
The red rose she once held
Has wilted and gone away
But love has replaced it finally and is here to stay
She will follow him
Where ever he goes
She is his one and only his
Gypsy Rose
The sugar maple and the oak hold tight their leaves,
barely green, yellow tinged lines sway in the breeze.
The plum glows in a deep dark purple dance
feathered soft and small along the branch.
Another oak stands a mix yellow orange peach
with etchings red crimson pink burns out of reach.
Standing alone and in between the naked eye
mere skeletons remain touching a clouded sky.
Autumn holds true to reputation
producing a multitude cacophony of colors, dark unseen
ominous lightly draped in emerald greens.
The first and quickly mid November hush
comes the fall and holiday rush.
Wind still calm yet wildly ready
as blinding sun beats down hot and steady.
Songbirds seem to no longer sing stray cry coos
rising on the breeze as they seek shelter and others bid adieu.
The weather soon to change
to a chilling wind and rain.
Holidays break the lull of comforting fires
with harried shopper rushing of want and desire.
As quickly as it comes, just steps behind a party scene
of costumed revelry and gatherings, the seasons pass to dreams.
Thanksgiving turkeys with cranberry sauce, potatoes and stuffing
waft the air as frosted glasses rise eyeing pie and whipped fluffing.
Families toast and taste the holidays,
with the memorable pictures taken holding out for Christmas plays.
The together that solidifies relations of the crew
of grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles, cousins too.
Children yelling, crying, playing games to a hullabaloo of cheer
but makes parents glad it comes once a year.
The gathering of faces and acquaintance celebrations
folds a memory happening just a little more patient.
That laughter and joy so endeared in time,
a right of passage lost to happiness, tears and wine,
missed yet fondly remembered
as time passes November into December.
Fate has left a bitterness
lingering In the autumn air
The sky, now stained
like a sheet of glass
as dusk draws near.
Children bundled in their
armor of feathery coats,
"mothers yelling!
it's time for them to go."
I'm perched, fixated on
brick and mortar that once held
your belongings within.
Now as empty as the vessel
that held your vitals in
Death comes, it comes for us all
it takes us all by the hand
Those who remain though,
They remain frozen,
stuck in the sand.
This being where I find myself
as the color changing mosaic
above me begins fading
beneath the land.
I am cursed,
he took you because of me.
I became to content,
happiness filled
every shadowed crevice
of my darkened void
so to spite me
He took away
my love, my Joy
I have prayed to God
I have spoken with the Holy spirit
I have ask for forgiveness
before my day turns to night
Vengeance, however
is in my heart
As he is on my mind
The darkness that now consumes me
Is darker than the day has become
La Luna ashamed of his treachery
And his thirst for blood
I'll creep through the shadows
Lurking through the dark of night
Till I find his hideous soul
By now I'm sure it's buried
deep within another vessel
I've been given one night
The time at dusk till dawn
He cannot hide
not from the gifts
that were given
By the ancient one
I have made a pact
My vengeance, for my life
His death ironically becomes my own
But with my death our soul reunite
We both shall return home.
R.K.H
10/23/2021
I don not know how to feel
My broken heart will never heal
It is bruised, broken and shattered
From the awful way you battered
It to pieces blow by blow
I wish you could only know
How you cut me painfully
You dug my heart out so deeply
With a sharp sarcastic tongue
Each new word you told me stung
How could you do this to me
I was being so friendly
Each day helping all I could
My heart trying to be good
All my friendship pouring out
Talking every day about
Any problems or troubles
Always be there on the double
When you called, no hesitation
Bringing so much inspiration
To a life that needed it
Till one day I felt like sh--
You just threw me to the curb
Acting weird and so absurd
Putting up a wall, you blocked
Me out-- I was stunned and shocked
At the way you looked and acted
Saying our friendship was retracted
To no longer come around
You stomped my heart in the ground
What made you do a reverse
I was there through the worst
Times-- pulling you through each one
Now your yelling we are done
I really do not want to go
When you hit me with a blow
Of anger, violence and hate
Your eyes are saying it's too late
Go away-- do not return
Your sad red eyes start to burn
With tears your starting to cry
Slamming the door on me -- WHY ????
What would cause you to end
The loyalness of a true friend
CONT ... from Part 2
THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD Part 3
Through frowning ululating flowers
of full colours she waded
for hours.
She scaled sharpie sharp rocks
and slid down roughie rough slopes.
She rested out of breath
next to the bones of fox dopes.
She heard the elf somewhere yelling, promising,’
Santa has changed his mind!
I’ll take you back to work! Christmas is back on! I’ll meet you at the vines maligned.’
B knew Mark was lying through his reptilian teeth
so she quickly got her breath back and headed east through a bush valley to a suburb called Heath.
A dim tunnel dripping she past made her thirsty
so she went inside with her
mouth open wide.
The water drops were just right for her.
When she closed her mouth,
lowered her head,
swivelled around,
Santa was right there in bright white-and-red.
He was staring furiously
and licking his lips.
B screamed, ‘HELP! HELP! HELP!’
and clutched her hips.
Shockingly he opened his super five metre wide like Pac-Man mouth. Then he sucked up B into it
so she wouldn’t be able to EVER AGAIN! eat his wood toiled toys. He yelled, 'NEVER again could she do it!'
She laid too scared
in his fat gut, literally a real tar pit!
But she felt positively relieved she’d soon get out
when she remembered, and Santa forgot, that there was no doubt that in a few days he’d poo her out.
THE END
Tu Haikus
Dull
Website designer,
You put on your blinders,
Take words from binders,
Do your craft...
Danger Zone (Loser Zone)
Hurried and Worried
Feeling like one is buried
Everything seems scary
You are all alone
X-Mas
Bursting with Joy...
A brand-new toy!!!
What is it for???
It does NOT matter anymore...
Child
Riding a bicycle,
Graduating from the tricycle...
Eating a popsicle,
I celebrate!
SCHOOL
Typing a document,
What is it that you meant?
All of the time you spent...
Was it in vain?
Fight
Mediate a divorce,
First, take a course...
Your voice will grow coarse,
Yelling and raising it with screaming matches...
Medicine
Burning out again,
An amphetamine problem,
I do NOT do much...
Passed By
First, you go too fast...
Then, you end up being last,
Life is a kick in the ass...
Loyalty
Crystal, my lover,
I would NOT want another,
Being a brother.
Busted
The concert has stopped
I have to go with the cops
I hope that these charges get dropped
Victim
Locked out
Blocked out
Better yet, socked out
Assault is NOT my fault
Skipper
First come,
First served,
We all get what we deserve,
Do NOT be a turd...
Girl
Heard that you liked me?
Just to spite me?
You played your game,
Driving me insane!
Robot
Remember the password?
What is your favorite verb?
Have NOT you heard?
Internet security is absurd...
Threat
Carry her purse,
Treat her well OR-
You will end up in a hurst...
What is worse?
Then being cursed...
Note
I bet you will forget,
All that you said,
It is in your head,
By the way you will soon be dead...
Sufficient
Laptop computer,
I am a user,
I do NOT need a tutor,
I do things myself...
Shoot!
College education,
Stay in school,
For this whole duration,
I wonder about my placement,
Will I end up in my parent’s basement?
Fork!
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
And now he’s gone forever, always
And my life is finally my own!
You say you saw me after crying
By that open storm drain near our home?
But those were tears of pure happiness
As I skipped off blissfully alone.
Heartless you are probably thinking
But you sure as heck don’t know my pain
And the God-sent opportunity
When he followed me off in that rain!
See, I am ten and he is just six
I’m grown and he’s a little baby
If he were more grown, mature like me
Then this might not have happened, maybe.
But every time I went out to play
Of course, he just HAD to tag along
That day I had been to a party
His baby-ish ways were so WRONG!
So when he trailed me home afterwards
Yelling, “Fatty Patty, wait for me”
I saw that the storm drain was opened
And wandered over for a look-see
He couldn’t resist and ran my way
“What is it, Fat Patty?” He wondered.
And seeing his stupid ignorance
My whole inner anger just thundered!
So now I’m in my bed at my home
Waiting for the good news that he’s gone
Practicing my weepy-eyed sad face
So grown-ups can cry and o’er me fawn.
But they’re not coming, that’s so strange
So I peek out into the kitchen
And what I see makes my anger boil
And my left eye, it starts to twitchin’!
There he sits, mummied up in towels
Surrounded by mom, dad, and grown friends
Feeding him cake and cookies and cream
With fawning that likely has no ends!
“If you cannot beat’em, then join’em”
As my mommy just constantly said
So I spend just a sec adjusting
To a now different plan in my head.
I ran from my room hysterical
“Brother, you’re okay” I fairly sobbed
“When I turned around and you were gone
“Well, my lonely sister heart just throbbed.”
“Oh you poor dear,” mom cooed with a hug.
“Here, you need some cake, and hot cocoa?”
“Yes, please.” I REALLY needed it.
I hugged my bro like I was loco!
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
He is blackmailing me forever
Now my life will never be my own.
February 25, 2019
My demons: are awakened;
They're lurking around inside my mind
I've become so bitter, shaken
These demons somehow keep me blind.
These demons are trying to get at me;
Throwing obstacles in my way
My writing these words, be mistaken
But it's just my demons wanting to play.
I find myself in grips by my demons;
As if they had chains on me
Thunderous yelling at myself
In the mirror that sat on the shelf.
Gaps in time unaccounted for;
Missing what had just taken place
I know I have some memory problems, face it
But, this is more like it's Alzheimer's disease.
There are these days I forget my name;
And there isn't anything to blame
Sometimes forgetting where I am
Or are these my demons trying to shame me again.
Writing of this makes me uneasy;
I keep telling myself or is this reasons
I ought to choke you to make them stop;
Sometimes, I think my head is going to pop.
1967.
A pink '59 Cadillac.
With gorgeous chrome-laden tail fins.
Yes, I said
Pink.
The two squirrels sitting
inside were trying to use it
As a girl magnet.
The owner was 15.
Not licensed yet.
My third or fourth cousin was driving it.
Wearing a brownish-black chauffeur cap.
They were giggling like loons,
and the inside smelled like cigars.
Because they were smoking.
We knew this because every time
they passed us, they would stop
and yell, "Hey, Twins, want a ride?"
If there is anything I hated
being called, it was Twin.
They passed us about sixty times
Stopping about sixty times.
They didn't have a chance.
I was dead set against them.
The arrogant non-cousin,
who was sitting in the back smoking
cigars, and doing most of the yelling
was the little creep who told
Miss Kneeland in first grade
"I'm going to grow up and marry her."
Marry me?
I wasn't going to marry anybody
except maybe daddy,
certainly not some boy.
God had another plan.
We lived two miles from this place.
We did not have umbrellas or raincoats.
There was a downpour of rain.
We were getting wet,
and our mother had not
answered the telephone.
This was before we carried them, remember?
It certainly did not help that I had
A twin sister who would get in the car
with anybody.
Naturally, she was begging me to get in.
So here I am fifty-one years later
wishing we still had that
'59 pink Cadillac with
the chrome-laden
tail fins.
I walk away from the bungalow, sand in my toes
I try to forget you, all the hurt and my woes
Life seems unfair at times, it doesn’t make sense
I thought you loved me, it must have been pretense
I walk along the rocky cliff as I start to head back
As I peer over the cliff the water looks so black
Feeling depressed, I want to jump into the water
My life has been so crazy, would it really matter?
I get closer to the edge and I hear someone yelling
I feel large arms pull me away, it is so compelling
A beautiful man has a hold of me and doesn’t let go
He said I could have been killed, as if I didn’t really know
He grabbed my hands and led me down the rocks
He asked if we could sit, try to relax and have a talk
I said no, and started to argue with some heated strife
He smiled, as he said I would since he just saved my life
We walked to our cars, weirdly parked so close
He said his name is Frank and lives here on the coast
He said he lives alone and wants to bring me there
I agreed, not really caring about myself to have any fear
8/11/19
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