“Mice” is nice but might be called “mouses”
if a couple is next to a screen
and there is no screaming from me
except in excitement at my selection.
That Razer Viper V2 Pro
so light and quick under my palm.
Point, click and scroll with complete control.
Sexy as that is, mine’s plain old gray,
like an old man in a squeaky wheelchair.
And my guy started the whole shebang
when he started the mouse wheel turning
in my mind. He said he was taking mice
to India. I chortled at the thought of two
as well as the word choice. How cool
that I can pound on a tablet screen
to ask “the boss” the proper way.
Improperly, the internet replies
that both are right. How can both be right?
I just know my guy is wrong because
the opposite means his wife is…
I can’t even say it. Mice or mouses,
marriage lice or louses. Scroll wheel
turning, turning, turning and “Proud Mary
burnin’” daylight, agreeing to disagree.
*lyrics by John Cameron Fogerty
Categories:
razer, silly,
Form: Light Verse
Take me to the lounge
Black boots
nudie suits
Dressing up like the sky
Razer shaved
Miss behave
Calling your number
A cold cup of coffee
Reminds me to turn back
Latter days into empty space
Wanton saints
Capricious my delicious
My demon-licious
It's worth looking into
There's a better way to think of it
The day just can wait for another
No bets no risks no delicate city chicks
A hand an arm your legs walk away
Today I don't see your face no more
Thoughts all say it's a better way to stay
Once your gone I don't have much to say
Just help a little bit
Passed only when it doesn't cost
You took it way But i broke even
You had no choice
I couldn't hear your voice
I saw you in a dream
We were always friends
Categories:
razer, crush, heart,
Form: Free verse
They told me the Gospel spoke about Him.
I've searched Dan to Beersheba
but could not find the women he festered.
They asked why I can't see what they see,
I told them my head is too unreasonable
to pass the test of poisoned goat,
and to invite unseen critters to stay overnight.
I refused the washing before I spoke to Him.
Anything to get to my head. They came
at me with Razer phones telling me they
wanted to sever ties between my shoulders,
I changed my Facebook profile before
I smile again, but they came at me with
a young man crying the story of Yusuf.
Someone must have lied about the paddocks
that pasture my emotions; there are no apertures
in the fences. I did not hesitate to ask his reasons,
they did not hesitate to rejoin, the prologue
by Him contains the newest explorations
and oldest disclosures. I find that hard to believe.
It is not good to play with God; I saw him
burned a statue of Jesus with lightening.
Categories:
razer, confusion, freedom, truth,
Form: Free verse
Putin rides Russia’s pride
Cheers ring nation wide
Swept along by the tide
No matter, Putin’s stride
Putin derides all global calls
Jeering at the soft flung balls
High on the home-pep of it all
Playing pride before he falls
Before today Putin was creaking
Students raised aside his speaking
Syrian brokering coated his ceiling
Olympic grandeur won a believing
The party swings high on the pep
Unseeing past the next high step
Boozed out to the dawning inept
Recessions pill awaits there, swept
Putin cynically prides pop calls
Crimean homing serving the all
But the gain will pain, come the fall
Come the reality of Putin’s new wall
It’s swallowing will cost his people
Harpooned by his Bolshevik needle
Freedoms put-on by the Putin spiteful
And recession bites like a razer-ball
Putin’s pride, his hoodwinking call
Subterfuge designed for his win all
Knowing oppression awaits cat calls
When pride bites deep... before the fall
Categories:
razer, political,
Form: Rhyme
All this pain inside me
All these bad thoughts
All these tears
The pain of a razer
The pain of a knife
The pain of words
The pain of love
All this pain breaks my heart
The strugle of trying to fight
the lie that giving up is the
way. This is so much pain
some times feels like giving up
life is the best way to go
My life may not be thw worst it
is bad but you never know
some one elses could be soo
much worse
Categories:
razer, sadpain, giving,
Form: ABC
Leave me in peace
Or leave me in pieces
I always feel you,
Over my shoulder,
In my face
Eating my insides
your'e rotting a whole inside me
I'm losing a lost battle
I'm tired
Have me.
Burning, fury, anguish
Tears fall like razer blades
Blood is thicker that water
Blood is warmer than water.
Comfort me,
Tell me what you need.
I'll give it to you,
Have me.
Leave this host
Leave me,
I need you now
You are my drug.
Strip me.
Hold my humiliation,
As I crumble
desire to be me.
I know what you are.
My evil, my core,
My forgotton,
My most rememberd.
I am you,
You are me,
We are one
We will never win.
Categories:
razer, confusion, depression, war, me,
Form: I do not know?
A wake from a deep sleep, A lost soul playing for keeps!
H atred fuel this dark angry heart.
E vil consumes him ripping him apart.
A rrived here beyond the stratosphere in 1978.
R ioting like a demon possessed inmate!
T eeth razer sharp like a primate!
B eneath his breast plate his heart rate slows.
E vil drains his veins and he just knows.
A t last the time has come - he's done!
T he bullet explodes from the barrel of the gun!!!
PS family I'm also on PoetryPub.com and on Facebook (Jimmy M. Anderson)
Categories:
razer, death, fantasy
Form: Acrostic
you are but a poor reflection of yourself,
you might fool others,
but you dont fool me,
with your clear,cool,unrippleing outer surface,
others gaze at you,
and see them selves in your careful,
yet indifferent reply,
but i no that behind that cold perfection,
your blood runs with mercy fire,
i have thouched you,
and come away bleeding from you razer sharp edges,
that catchthe poor and unwary people who worship you,
DARE I THOUCH AGAIN?
Categories:
razer, death, life, loss, lost
Form: Dramatic Verse
come to me
look to your left look to your right
where am i
you killed me
so i will kill you
razer sharp blade
butcher knife
which will you choose to die with
you killed me
come to me so i can kill you
find another way
to not exept my death
since you killed me!
look to your left
i will get you with my broken heart
did you expect me not to come back
in spirit
im still coming for you
you can try to hide
i will find you
im emotionaly broken
my heart is in two
i willl drown you with my tears
break you with my broken heart
i will find you and kill you
come to me
Categories:
razer, death, life, mystery, me,
Form: Dramatic Monologue