Mr. Poems - Poems about Mr.

Streets are filling with needles, disease and narcissist the airways rimmed with demands for respect if you don't agree 100 % they'll ring your neck and your next of kin. people turn to plants and spirit to retrieve their souls not realizing until it's too late that they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl... grasping blindly through turds of madness... Directionless. they turn...

Continue reading...

Noel wilcox is pushing on..Lets hope he gets old Sad-dik to stop carrying on so strong; yet wrong'...

Continue reading...

The Masked Ghoul Mr. CinChief Fear mongering and peddling crude dirt politics Is his favorite tool of trade at as this moment... The one they do call time and again Our able leader One who hides behind vain smiles And assurances of half ridden truths With cleverly disguised yesterday’s lies Carefully disguised as today’s half-truths Has mesmerized the ignoramus masses Into believing that...

Continue reading...

Going barefoot feels fine at the time and wearing shoes do too but sometimes I need something light something not quite so tight only sandals will do going barefoot feels fine now and then and donning boots do too but sometimes I want something loose something I can put to good use only sandals come through sandals always do the trick and of the...

Continue reading...

I was relaxing sitting in my sunroom, and I was marveling at the sky When I noticed stuck to my window screen there was an interesting big old dragonfly So, I gently and quietly opened up my window in hopes that I could set him free But he just stayed there with his wings at rest and...

Continue reading...

A Letter to Mr. Keating Your F1 visa is calling you for the last call to submit a paper “To love that strong thou must leave ere long.” We met there with notarization, tax return, Gre and 1099 questions I saw you. Ruthless, unplugged and in a killer mode You asked me with a mode in anonymity, (they served well...

Continue reading...

I'm scared to speak, my heart beats fast, Fear of judgment, fear of being last, My words get jumbled, my voice does quake, I'm an introvert, my heart does ache. When called to speak, I feel like I'm falling, My words get stuck, my voice keeps calling, I want to pour out my heart, but I'm afraid, Of being wrong, of not...

Continue reading...

U.S. President Donald Trump's administration is redirecting anti-drone equipment earmarked for Ukraine to its own troops based in the Middle East. The decision comes as Russia has intensified its drone attacks in recent months, targeting cities across Ukraine. President Trump said “Ukraine has no cards to play to end war with Russia” A friend in need...

Continue reading...

Mr. Potato a.k.a., Spud Murphy 'I'll have another cigarette,' as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ, 'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618) he was such a stupid git.' However, (altho' to his cost) it may have gone to his head (which, unluckily, later he lost), Raleigh introduced the noble potato (the blight of Ireland) into Britain — ca. 1586, and what's more tobacco it did eclipse, so yes indeed, his...

Continue reading...

Camera zoom...Boom - Boom shakes the room All eyes on the prize Rise & lies of franchise Moolah the crueler ruler Sparking doom and gloom Marking Test cricket’s demise If there is a golden ticket Doing his bit to save it King of swing..ping and kerching Another out of orbit gambit Harder to decipher than sanskrit Sure fire hit…well it has to be Jasprit Vortex vex…whippier…that...

Continue reading...

Mr tambourine man played a song for me Why does Mr musician play a song for you ? I'm crazy Crazy people need a tamboriner . I bet every one in the world is crazy it only matters The degree of craziness I will not go to the grave because When I go to the grave my...

Continue reading...

An Even More Minor Tribute To Mr Dylan Bob Became A Christian But Jesus Was A Jew. "You've Gotta Lotta Nerve." -Gray Squirrel 05-23-2025...

Continue reading...

Piano man was what he said he was called. Percussion he didn’t need to keep us enthralled. Pianoforte, this was his instrument of choice. Pacifying and entertaining with his velvet voice. Piano man hit heights. Please play those black and whites. Pick a tune with pazazz. Play that great old time Jazz. Phrase those songs to tap our feet. Pure honkey tonk,...

Continue reading...

Pick on me. I stay calm Insult my family. I stay cool Hit me as hard as you dare. ...

Continue reading...

Mr. Peanuts' Big Blind Date I Like To Call The Scrub Jays: "Mr. Peanut..." - I Treat 'Em All - Like They're The Same Bird. Mr. Peanut Always Shows Up The EarlyBird... -Shocks All The Mourning Doves -To A Panicked Disarray... Grabs The Big YummY Peanut On Top That I Left Out For Him... And Drops It To The Ground Super Fast! Then Knocks All The Corn All Over And Sunflower Seeds...

Continue reading...