What I used to do all night,
Takes me now all night to do;
For what I knew was right,
Is now too late to do.
But doing what I used to,
May look as tho I might;
But I find that what I now do,
Is only sleep at night.
The mailman came and told me his
tale of woe in the first two lines so
I finished it.
~Rules were meant to be broken~
*At least that’s what I think*
~All words were meant to be spoken~
*Just as Jack Daniels was meant to drink*
~I don’t like structure, I like to be free~
*I generally do the opposite of what I am told*
~You‘ll never meet anyone quite like me~
*After me I guarantee they broke the mold*
~I never was one to follow the rules~
*I did things on my terms most of the time*
~It got me in lots of trouble at school~
*But without it I wouldn’t be writing this rhyme*
~See I do as I’m told if it suits my mind~
*And I follows the rules to a tee*
~But if I am pushed, I’ll be disinclined~
*I have a contrary streak!*
(By: Tirzah Conway)
-Dedicated to A Rambling Poet-
I long for my enemy
Yesterday I wanted to
But couldn't because of the shawl
Everywhere I go is a mirror
Him that lives in me owls for a call
Worst enemy,best friend
Hate that I love you so
Beating,heating,hitting,biting
Just a piece
All I'll ever ask for
My sojourn ends where yours began
I'm weak but not like him
That starts not to finish
Intimidated by the obvious pull
What a Shylock?
I...I....leaving me speechless
Mouth dropping,gaping wide
Needs an approval
Golden kisses.filtering 'yeses'
I die to stop my...
Can I be my lover?
Never 'll it be
Till the end of the world.
My dreams are my fotress of solitude,my dreams are my wings that lift me up from the
demons of my reality and the hell that is this earth... My dreams are the wispers of angels
that get me up when i am down, reality is my hell,reality is the cespool of cosmic waste on
which i am forced feed,reality birthed me with steel veins and an iced heart,and yet it is in
that very form that i exist,the smaller my dreams the bigger my reality but still i survive coz
my dreams birthed my reality.. A reality in which i'm supreme
(Parody of "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love)
Come stay with me and be my maid
and once a month you will be paid.
("under the table" it will be;
no taxes taken out by ME!)
You’ll clean the toilets and make my bed,
and see the kids and pets get fed.
The benefit for you will be
in sending cash to family
you’ve left behind in Mexico,
while in the States you’re “laying low.”
Your being here will help me too.
I’ve so much work for you to do!
I’ll save a lot of my OWN dough
(We won’t let Immigration know).
Yes, come and stay with me and mine.
America’s “Dream” can be divine!
For Dr. Ram Mehta's Parody contest
In a way that lease we broke is a good thing you see
We can travel forever now, it only just set us free
We can see the sights outside the city lights
Come on with me sweetie, we'll soar to new heights
We can go to the ocean and put our toes in the sand
Wish upon the stars and sleep in the Caravan
There are truck stops with pretty good Dinners
Nothing to stop us, unless we get flat tires
I can make some money there playing my guitar solos
We'll keep basically to ourselves and ignore the hobos
I know a interstate highway that runs west
We'll save money bathing as we're dressed
We could lay out and drip dry on the shore
And then never want for anything more
Lets get that sixty two dollars out of the bank
It will be more than enough to fill up the tank
Just you and me against the open road
We can search the beaches for lost gold
Just pack up the van with only our clothes
In no time at all, we'll be smelling like a rose
Marlowe’s ‘The Passionate Shepherd to his Love’
‘ Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove,’
see about this poem...
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The Maiden’s Answer
I’ll come with thee and pledge my life
if ye will take me for thy wife
for I, a maid, must have me wed
ere any man come to my bed
My gown will be of watered silk
rich pearly white like new drawn milk
Soft satin slippers for my shoon
with tiny buttons all aroun’
A silver belt will gird my waist
bedecked with rosebuds, white and chaste
and o’er my head, a cap of lace
with bridal veil to shield my face
And ye must build a fragrant bower
amid the thyme and gillyflower
Lay springy heather for my bed
and soft green rushes at my head.
Then I will come to thee and lie
beneath the shield of parchment sky
Upon the day ye marry me
I’ll be thy love and live with thee
Shoon--shoes
Come live with me and be my love,
And gardening pleasures I shall prove.
We'll watch the farmer in his fields
And envy him his golden yields.
I'll let you sift out all the rocks
And shoo invading blackbird flocks
Who steal the seed where e'er it falls
And grab your hat with raucous calls.
You'll help me dig a bed for roses
And kill the slug where he reposes.
You'll weep as loam so rich and fertile
Is commandeered by creeping myrtle.
Coveralls of strongest weaves,
Thorn protective leather sleeves,
Felt lined boots to beat the cold,
We'll buy the best of all that's sold.
A belt of shiny metal studs,
Sharpened shears to clip the buds;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The gardening swains shall dance and sing
The day that you accept my ring.
If these delights thy mind shall move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
For Parody contest Rec'd 10th place
I love you, truly. That is that.
I'd kill for you, I'd eat a bat!
You are my morning and my dusk
Without you I'm a hollow husk.
Hold! wipe away your joyful tear
As I must make on thing quite clear
I'm sure you have your hopes set high
That, dear, for you I'd eas`ly die
I fear to break your sweet, sweet heart
I'll prick it, slightly. With a dart
Reality is this right here:
Death is, well, my BIGGEST fear.
What lies across the great beyond
`s a thought of which I am not fond
Thus begs the thought, "Why would I leap
for one fair girl, it's much too steep!"
Call me yellow, call me Macbeth
But in MY play there'll be no death!
If grief tells you to take your life
You'll be alone `n your noble strife
My shadow won't be close behind
Do NOT expect to make a find
Fair Juliet, do not be sad
Your Romeo, alas, is bad.
To look at you and wonder
At the wonder of your form
Head turned to face th sun
As earth revolves
From morning to meanings
Sinking deeper into night.
Your gold's bright shine
Uncontested from the act divine
Does find me mauled by thoughts
As to what aspect of your delight
Is my imaginations gift to me
And what the distinct nature
Of your unfading beauty
Binding me like a slave in its spell
I believe by faith your petals flamed
So my heart could think joy
And call you sunflower by your name.
Everyone is so uptight.
I just came to drink and they all wanna fight.
Some sixfoot seven pissed off dude.
Just blacked my eye.
Cause his girlfriend just happened to be in the mood.
Got thrown in jail after I eat some special brownies
and decided to go to the library naked to read othello.
Cops tazed me twice.
Why does everyone have to harsh my mellow.
They wont let me return to the local bar.
Just cause last week I crashed into it with my car.
Everybody thinks I should hang it up but Im no quitter.
Just cause I misplaced a couple of kids.
In my last foray as beng a babysitter.
I swear to tell the truth eventhough Im a liar.
How was I to know the gas grill in the living room
would catch the house on fire.
Im a crook a drunk and a liar but other than that im a
nice fellow.
Just cause i enjoy a few cocktails while driving the school bus.
Why does everyone think they gotta
harsh my mellow
Lo! what hast thou done, prey what is this?
Mine eyes do see but believe it not
You greet me with a Glasgow kiss
My blood flows swift and does not clot
But doest spill in floods o’or floor
Forsooth methinks you have forgot
The way to treat the devils whore
God’s teeth thou knowest not the plot.
My life’ s blood you must restore
Thou leavest me with a damned spot
Which fast grows dark and runs with gore
S’wounds thou doth protest a lot
a Glasgow kiss is slang for a head butt
a gory story for the rocking renaissance contest
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