Mobile ring tones at morning light,
disturb the shapes under covers,
the outlined echoes of last night,
two star-crossed microphone lovers,
drawn from opposite ends of town,
yesterday’s pub entertainers,
way on down at the Old Three Crowns,
they met singing Gloria Gaynor,
ramped and amped with emotion,
to songs that belonged in the haze,
now wake to face their commotion,
the music of separate ways.
A summer wind came barging in
to block two winter storms
I just blew in, she chirped
to keep you big boys warm
The storms ramped up
soon temperatures dropped
The summer wind winced
her initiative flopped
Back home the wind flew
to sunny, tropical climes
'Twas the last time she'd venture
to block icy cool rhymes
I’ve been craving the minute I’m with you
I’ve been saving a trip for you dear
I’ve been moving your way
With no sign of delay
When the weather is sunny and clear
I’ve been stamped for the start of my journey
I’ve been screened for the sake of my pass
I’ve been bundled and ramped
And conveniently cramped
For the sake of a trip in first class
I’ve been packaged for premium travel
I’ve been charged for the price on that date
I’ve been damaged in flight
For the cost of one night
And the chance to be with you of late
I’ve been traveling and longing to find you
I’ve been distant like someone in jail
I’ve been glad I arrived
By the fact I survived
At the speed of priority male.
However we came into being,
Commenting on anything and everything,
I am sure was not factored in,
When it came time to give us a brain.
When it became obvious that our brains were about to implode,
Computers appeared on the scene,
And one would have thought the need, to comment on everything,
We know nothing about would be reduced,
And our brains would resume normal service,
But no, we seem to have ramped up the comments,
Which now, carry hate, which is another monkey on our back,
Which in turn gets more Knee jerk reactions from those,
We attempt to destroy with words as sharp as any knife.
For those without the urge to be the fastest on the draw,
To shoot off comments til their brain starts to haemorrhage,
It is your duty to send out messages of Love and Hope,
Before any more brains start imploding.
underwater mysteries lye dormant
underwater frequencies run ramped
flippy grey floppy over currents and waves
floating boats poach and boast the most
flippy floppy tides sway coast to coast
choppy white water,
tidal wave caps
harpooning for big benji and da bloonies
illegal ignorant people
turn pirate and evil,
they don't even know
lethal vibrations steer fear thru the nose
bottlenose flippers hear and swim near
flippy see dark slick come from engine rear
flippy Frisbee disc floppy,
fly thru the air
hunger for humans
show no pity
starving their wits
little did flippy know not to swim thru oil slicks
playing with nature
why not?? No risk?
gill filled with ick
black gold and ignorance
oils inflation,poached population
effects and causation
coffins for mammals soon not to exist
love earth and love water
at least love still insists
life will anew, recycle this mist
though will dolphins adapt to this new age environment bliss
I love flippy and floppy, I hope for the best
I end with a kiss
The feeling in me one of inadequacy
The pressure builds boiling my skin to peel
Coming apart tearing at the seems
Thoughts run ramped life tragic and frantic
Pushing me away from my normalcy
The uncontrollable me breathing so heavily
Sweat dripping off of my mentality
Nervously is my charged energy
I resign it's too late, no more time
So I lie down to do or die and softly cry
Wondering why God why am I still alive
The revelation haunting me it's so damaging
My stomach in my throat where my heart it chokes
All the way down to my final breath...and death...
11/27/17
Written for contest: "Emotional anger, hurt, rage"
Hosted by: Lewis Raynes
Won 4th Place in Contest Results
My bed, wrinkled and unkept
Blankets all messed around
From tossing in the miserable night
Full of dreams of nightmares
And the nightmares of dreams
Where the sheets only collected sweat
From the night’s folly and defeat
Listening to the darkness enfold
The fan only keeps air moving
But doesn’t escape the silence
Nowhere does comfort lay tonight
As the air is thick with a fog
Humidity runs ramped throughout
The alarm blares to wake me up
But only intensifies the dread
Of fateful shocking of the dead
Russell Sivey
Mr. Frogator
It was dark and deep among the cypress trees,
Lily pads covered the water.
One frog had ambitions to rule the lake,
His name was Mr. Frogator.
Yes, he insisted on being called "Mister,"
As he inhabited the largest pad,
He led the chorus of nighttime frogs,
But alas, their croaking was bad!
It was out of tune, and canoes riding through
Would cover up their ears in dismay,
For Mr. Frogator ramped up the volume,
When one of them rowed in the way.
That was the way he got rid of the riff raff,
And impressed all the frogs in the lake,
If you sit on the bank you can hear their notes,
But you can't take it long, goodness sakes!
HUMANITIES REALITIES
The morality rate is at an all-time low
Disparity runs ramped in the streets
The reality of it all screams out "NO"
While everyone's volcanity seethes in heat
The fatality of decency, the mundanity of life
Lost vitality in heart, mind, body , and soul
The profanity we curse caused by pain and strife
Trying to think with a mentality like a 5 year old
The inanity of our Spirituality is cause for concern
Fearing the brutality of he who holds the keys
The formality in how we all just wait our turn
While people in urbanity walk around on their knees
The insanity of humanity, such a depressive state
Exhausting our veracity beating on one another
The criminality in our belief, the fires burn in hate
Glamourizing the totality of pitting brother against brother
01/25/17
With an arrow through my heart, you poisoned my soul
Toxic fumes ran ramped
Appalled at your conniving actions;
Body is numb, icicles for fingers
Crying inside
My mind has become a ticking time bomb
The explosion is bound to be epic
My self mutated behavior
Resides over me
A disturbing dark form
Drifts there permanently
The sadistic hovering mass
Forces torrential downpours
Which rain decaying acidities
Sweeping over me instantly
As an infectious disease
Running ramped through my blood
I have yet to catch my breath
And still it pushes forward
I have damned the innocent
Or is it with my self loathing
Grudge seeking, spiraling pitfall of insanity
I have damned myself
M. Lyn Church
February 15, 2013
-and see that my sweet angel fly on a goodness of flight
and pure white heavenly fury;
as I see her go,
my hearts tears in two,
my eyes start to water,
emotions run ramped and scurry around like wild dogs
under a moonlit twilight sky looking for a bone.
See to it that my sweet angel goes fairly,
for the love we shared would be wasted,
if she go too soon and fast-
Love is powerful, and it can tear a man apart,
but if he loves in his heart he shall feel for another!
See to it that my love,
she is fine with another,
and that she is loved better than with I,
and make her smile every passing moment of sun and moon alike;
don't let her cry,
don't let her moan,
don't let her pout,
but let her live smiling and tender loving,
and let her live life being loved.
For she is my loving angel,
and I cannot see her wings clipped for amusement,
and brushed bones for souvenirs.
Let her be strong,
let her be herself and be most loved for that quality.
Most importantly- let her be appreciated-
.2.25.2014.
On a hot and dusty day,
my feet carry me far away.
With nothing in sight but blue skies,
thoughts run ramped through my mind.
Praying to my father and friend above,
Searching for the meaning of love.
Thought I had it at one point in time.
Now I have a tangled mind.
She was cheating how could this be?
My heart is broken, my tears are dried.
A cross roads lies up ahead.
What direction should I go?
I love her so much it hurts to do,
but why should I come back to you?
"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear"
Holding on to the past isn’t worth holding on to anymore.
Forgetting about the days I would want to run away.
Erasing all the images that are burned into my head.
Leaving behind the questions that run ramped through my mind.
I can’t go back in time, I can’t change what was said and done.
I am done trying to figure it out.
It has taking me 25 years to come to this conclusion.
I have been too busy living in the past
And trying to figure out why everyone hurt me bad.
That I forgot who I was,
now it's time to live my life.
With every step I walk tonight.
cory long
Just write contest
8-13-2011
Times seems rampant
Your body language an easy to read pamphlet
Heart beats faster quicker the blood transits
Robbery of the heart the approval of this bandit
Revealing feelings that no longer compresses
Making you think, your words are selective
Can’t screw up and chase off what’s precious
But the very thing greater than the queens ransom
Also sings the anthem
Of sadness and ex and internal tantrums
Blocking off companions
Tear down the cheek ramped
It gave you so much ravishment
And then it a tragic end
Brings life as well as ashes to ashes
Greatest sugar rush until crashes
Absolute power once it latches
Stronger when it detaches
It invisible
Some say it’s the first visual
Lonely people say its mythical
Because the arrow was shot but missed the intended soul
Its known to happen multiple times
Creating gullible signs
Real one lies 5 years down the line
Or always been there in disguise
Test of time some stood
As times goes more become Hollywood
But fuk the cons this the greatest emotion never can there be a sub
Rather its happy ever after or released and never recaptured its sincerely LOVE
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