organ
organ grinder
get out of here orange, you do not fit!
Oregon
ornate
ornery
stop it orangutan or I’ll give you something to cry about
ordinary
orthodox
or what?
Put up your dukes
I know what I want
And I feel what I need
You are the one
Who stops all the bleed
With you I look forward
And never behind
You keep us important
Never stuck in rewind
No worries but taxes
I don’t need those glasses
To show life as rosy
For with you I’m cozy
So put up your dukes
And let’s get this thing started
For life is a battle
And together we’ll fight it
Doesn’t matter if we win
For you know we’d just grin
Those monsters that scare us
Won’t break us or make us
We have comfort in knowing
Our love for each showing
And Always at night
When you turn out the light
You’ll be holding me tight
So then all will be right
Written- 12/08/2020 12:26 PM
Don’t be good just to be good,
Because it makes you seem right,
Do good because you’re better than bad,
Because you’re up for the fight,
And put up your dukes, call the bad out,
Point out where bad words are wrong,
Sing it out loud, for all people to hear,
Sing it loud like it’s a song,
And rejoice this defiant voice in the dark,
Rejoice the voice that you are,
Rejoice the line in the sand where you stand,
Be proud of the good in your heart,
Then stand up tall after defeating the bad,
Defeating bad things that were said,
Because, at the end, it’s you that matters,
Defeating the bad in your head.
My dad is bigger than you dad.
Okay, I agree.
My mama bakes better pies than your mama.
I know this is not true, but I say “That’s right.”
I said “My mama bakes better pies than your mama.”
Louder now.
I know, I agree.
How do I start a fight with you? She asks me.
I have no idea, I reply.
Have you ever had a fight? Her eyes remind me of a snake’s.
Not really.
If I said put up your dukes would you?
We both laughed.
Neither of us any kind of fighter.
She loves to argue, but I do not help in any way.
enemy holding inspiration hostage
come on, pathetic writer’s block
put up your dukes and fight
with my army I’ll gain advantage
so hit me with all your might
I’ve joined forces with pen and page
you’re goin’ down writer’s block!
heart and soul are backing me
now submit to my poetic rage
and release my creativity
you should surrender now
oh, foolish writer’s block
for I’m a feisty poet
I’ll vanquish you somehow
before you even know it
go cry to your mommy
wimpy writer’s block
before I slice and dice you
then cook you up creatively
you best believe this poem’s true!
Lurking in the shadows of a darkened night
You’ll find a man hiding behind a mask of disguise.
Charming and witty is his game
But heart ache and pain is what he brings.
A smooth talker and manipulator of love.
Sets you up from the start.
Knowing exactly what he wants
He goes after the weak and innocent ones.
Not much of a man he would be
Without the mask he so needs.
Sly and clever he thinks he is.
But doesn’t he realize they are only words written.
No action can come of this man.
All he can do is smear your name.
Im not afraid of what you’ll do.
I am curious to see if you’ll follow through.
So here is your time to shine like a man.
Put up your dukes I coming in.
We will see who wins this round.
Does he have the balls?
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