I observed quite stunned as lambie
Voicfully blundered
T'was indeed.. A great vicseral verbal chunda.! Contradictve.!
As it goes.. Is she addicted.? I guess
God only knows.?
Educational standards.? Of this minister?
All seems so skewed, I think indeed she is
More like a (sin-ister) maybe been speeded up
By the w e f.? I have suspicon shes of the
Left.? Or p'raps past any known reference point? I fully expected to hear an oink.' I guess
I ln Davos they've flattered her hard.'said you
Are the only clever person, a star.!
All other Aussies being only retards.' And i'll bet.?
As they say in America..She swallowed
The whole nine; yards.!
A fiddler missed the que
The que card would bring
Question as fiddling took part
As stage was want
The fixer was consumed
In dread and dreams of fashioned least
A chair and a rarity did conform
Embezzled fright as scolding might?
Appear as we, the people of the news we wasn't
Not a new profit shells well, dear
Innn we've come, honey rooms that don't fly
Leaving me at bedtime
With
Windows as desks part
And Jest in time, you'll return the best part
Knowing I'll beJust as fine
Talking in hills climb
If you are about
Signing my bottom line
Paris?
I've got latin blues and jewish sop
Records that show outs
But I haven't swam on home
In cities we just get by
Arlington's at side by
Frantic paces, friends always me
For rent:
a room with three
rowdy, reckless roommates
who revel in raving it up.
Curtains they've ripped and carpets they've ruined
Worn sofa and rancid kitchen
all greatly reduced with
a garage too
for rent.
ROLLING WITH THE Rs Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
8/5/25
Special
Tenant wanted
Suitable applicant
Is responsible and behaves
Check marks to bookworms over butterflies
No drama, visitors, or noise
Nice-sized room is furnished
Landlord's hamlet
Special
For: ROLLING WITH THE Rs Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud August 4, 2025
*****
Room rent
is beyond me,
trees do not grow money
it is said, sadly Leprechaun's
will not share their gold with us common folk
and the pirate's are not talking,
but I found their treasure
map; trade for just
room rent.
Too small,
for two of us.
Wanting to run away,
I was reluctant to stay here.
Our pay checks did not reach far in those days,
I had a place to rest my head.
Needed more rent money,
please rain dollars.
Too small.
Empty,
Barren ribcage-
Hollow in your absence.
Rhythmic echoes of a love lost.
No tenant could compare to you, my love.
In vain, I try to fill the void.
Dusty room, in ruins-
Cobwebs take hold.
Empty.
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Written 8/3/25
Its time to pay your rent.
When you pay rent of hell a register appears in your house
A rent book and black pen
Your actions essence turned into knots that appear as black ropes
Your thoughts noted in a book and weighted on the scales of the register.
Very dark in your eyes with visions of hell.
To break these knots, you need golden points in heaven.
A demon following you.
damaged vase ~ mosaic stepping stone
shattered glass ~ polished penant pieces
tattered jeans ~ recycled patchwork art
cracked blacktop ~ dandelion thriving
broken heart ~ amended forgiver
12-27-24
We love to hear an echo, resounding and abounding,
reverberating our words off walls and harbingers,
replaying and soothsaying our views and opinions.
We seek the places and spaces, and company within earshot
of what we want to hear, filtered in subtle ways
to sound like something new and fresh
repeated over and over again, rejigged and re-rigged.
'Coo-ee', 'coo-ee' we cry!
Is there anyone out there,
who cares to hear us, beyond our
obsession with seeing ourselves
echo-reversed in the mirror?
But, even this mirror-echo is an illusion because
the mirror swaps front and back, not left and right.
We filter the image to perceive the reflection as a person
standing facing us, looking back.
So even the mirror's echo is bent
into the way we want reality to be filtered.
I've traipsed down a cobble of your path.
If you're ever lost, forgotten or misstep
I'll surely spruce up a room for you.
It'll be on the mundane -humble side
but safe-warm and welcoming
like in a child's sunlit dream.
I can cloak the well-worn floor
with a pattern of your choice.
There'll be no rent (of judgement).
Only a gray shoulder to stain
with the colors of your
desperation and heaviness.
We'll whisper of the misty past
untangle the present and its jaggedness
pan the gold from the slag of tomorrow.
I'll gently lay a patch upon
that blue chip in your heart
for I love you immensely
you can stay forever if you wish
dear heart
The corner video store
With the neon lights,
Was the place to be
On Friday nights ...
Only black VHS tapes
In clear, plastic cases,
Lined the 'HORROR' sections
Of my favorite places
From left to right ...
Up and down the walls,
There were bloody fangs
... And killer dolls
Aliens and dinosaurs
Monsters on the prowl,
Giant sharks terrorize
Wild, werewolves howl
Next to white masked men
Hungry zombies run amok,
If my favorite's already gone
... Then, I'm out of luck
Demons and busted ghosts
Wicked witches casting spells,
Vampires and psychos
Dark houses and hotels
Wire rack rentals of ...
Haunted cars and T.V.'s,
Eventually, I'd take my pick
And then, go pay the fees
With a sack of popcorn
For three days I'd slouch,
Against the biggest pillow
On the end of our couch
The whole house was dark
But, the T.V. screen shined,
Back in the days ...
Of "Be Kind. Rewind."
Live free or die
so defiant your sentiment
No rent-free for me, thanks
You kvetch and cry...
I'll buy
~ farewell, foul-mouthed fellow tenant
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