the peenits
long
long peewee
i go peepee
from ma weewee
///////////////////
dear Frank Michael,
it's me (golden freddy reference)
Freddy Mitch.
I make poems n' shi,
but i seem to have lost the sauce
the special sauce
i spilet it on the carpet
stain
the stains cover the floor.
i feel rong.
not Freddy, but Frank.
me was funne. but no mor
me wez genus peomist
but now me iz dumdum.
caveman hitting head with wooden club.gif
no mar rymes
no da times
herb on floor, thymes
hiker on moutnain climbs
lot ov rimes.
me funneh, me think
caveman hitting wife over head with wooden club.gif
child abuse tags.
False Profits
Yeah, That's
Spelllllllled
Write
And
‘Rong.
DIS-COMFORTABLE!
Both Lies.
I'm Unworthy Of
Questioning Their
Pompous Asses,
And Certainly
Unwelcome To
Succumb.
Thanks – 1
-Gray Squirrel
07-10-2025
R-ight
O-r
W-rong,
E-very
N-ew
A-rticle
A-bout
L-ove
A-lways
M-oves
O-nline
N-etizens
©bfa043025
Monocrostic (Birthday of Rowena A. Alamon)
Please read it how you see it.lol.
Spellings not mi 4 tee tude,
I dunt no rite from rong.
I only borud that mistas car,
An a fortneet dint seem 2 long.
The coppas cum an tuck me,
Thay put me in a sell.
I put sum fewel in his car,
So y did he av to tell.
Thay tuk me to see the mista gudg,
That man with funny hare.
He sed that I am goin away,
Al av to tek anotha car
Or how will I get ther.
I dint no wat he ment,
He wos lokkin me away,
I just cum to re a lize
That crime just dusnt pay.
23/9/2021
Selfie at Wat Rong Khun temple, Thailand
was the screen saver on my mobile phone.
My three year old daughter asked ‘where’s this land?’
Heart fluttered, for I was not there alone,
so I murmured something in monotone.
Till date, when my daughter takes me aside,
if asked, I’d say she was a tourist guide!
Clandestine encounters of shady past,
from phone erased, in memory reside.
If truth revealed, my girl will be aghast!
24-March-2021
Look at this place! poetry contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Watch as i wrap---------w---f--
------------------------------i---- ---o
-------------------------r----n---- --
------------------------------g---- --d
------------------------s-----e
-------------------------------r around my
With a i I ran in the rain
Patents waiting in the I of the storm
Was that bell
-------------low me
Probe a lea
Will we get a long
A just by itself so alonely
rong has slipped its w
tmd still timid without its eyes
Don't diss
my guise
wonder if there is sky
in the places our eyes can't see
Rongali bihu
Rong cascading down
the days around April fifteenth
jotted over the almanac
(Rong bihu or Rongali bihu, the Assamese gala)
luring New Year for the Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong gleaned from Vishuvam - the Sanskrit word
Rong elucidates vernal equinox
Rong typifies joy
like lovers discreetly conclave in the cavern
when two bodies melded with one soul
Rong caught a whiff of fresh kopou phool perfume - Foxtail Orchid or Dove Flower
Rong is humble abode of the shameless parasites Cuckoo
enduring the rythym of Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong is the dance of life
Rong is the food celebration
Rong is the offspring of love and happiness
#and in background, I can hear my beloved 80's hit song - 'O Xun Toradoi Nasaba Morom Lagakoi' (O My Dear Beloved Don't Stare Adorably) ...
China Spies and Lies
Concentration camps in the north
disappearing book sellers in the south
Chinese spies hunt one and all
Army of thieves , worldwide
Zhao Ziyang, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
where is the brave young man
who battled one thousand tanks?
Xu Jiatun, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
truth has no play in China today
only death and propaganda reign
Xi Jinping, crimes against humanity
Lu Shaye, propogandist to the core
Leaders of a revolution long dead
corruption their cause, their only rules
Coal plants and cigarettes
Keep your silences
even you may lose your breath
This is China, spies and lies
Jailed Activists
Ai Weiwei
Bao Tong
Bao Zunxin
Cai Lujun
Chen Pokong
Cheng Jianping
Gao Zhisheng
Guo Quan
He Depu
Hu Jia
Huang Qi
Ilham Tohti
Jiang Lijun
Jiang Rong
Jiang Yanyong
Jiang Yefei
Li Hai
Li Zhi
Liao Yiwu
Liu Di
Liu Xiaobo
Qin Yongmin
Shi Tao
Tan Zuoren
Tang Baiqiao
Wang Bingzhang
Wang Dan
Wang Quanzhang
Wang Xiaoning
Wang Youcai
Wei Jingsheng
Wu Gan
Xu Zhiyong
Yang Jianli
Yuan Hongbing
Yue Xin
Zeng Jinyan
Zhao Changqing
Zhao Lianhai
Wrong in taking risks, acts too fragile like the fish
Highest level of this strong will ends in a wish
Improper experience, lacking growth, and childish
Mama is always needed for things to flourish
Papa must stay or else progress will diminish
Indented ability will always demolish
Strength so minute, for a weakling to be sluggish
Harboured fears, always making confidence feverish
Annoyance.
Is it the UNfAir CApitoLizatIoN AmonG Words?
Or the run-on sentences that keep going and going and going and going and
What about sentences that are spelt rong.
and the one's that dont have right grammar/
What about the ones that don't make sense?
refrigerator.
Or the unfinished thou-
Annoyance
Annoyance has
Annoyance has a
Sorry. Does Suspense annoy you too?
Oh look. Once again, the unfinished thought.
But you said poems must rhyme.
They must have a time
they must be a lime
Wait, hold on.
That didn't make sense.
Sorry. That's the annoyance.
There is no order.
No stanza no iambic pentameter
no rhyme no time no-
There's the unfinished thought.
Its like a dance with no steps
a game with no jeps.
STOP.
That's not a word.
It's just the annoyance.
Is it bothersome yet?
No scheme, no plot
not even one finished thought.
It's all disquieting.
The sounds of all the mistakes rioting.
The annoyance within the words,
the mistakes flying around like birds.
The annoyance is
That's right. An unfinished thought.
Wayward Fingers
My laboring eyes see all the right kees to get the leffers correct.
My wayward fingers do as they pwease~ A definite lack of respect.
I tell them over and ober again, it would be better to go slow,
But it's off they race, in the rong direction ~ yep, another typo!
They get me flustered and vexed, bye not heeding my commands.
If I'm eber to finish this ditty, I'll have to spank my own hands.
Communication twixt fingers and brain is a carastrophic confusion.
I'm stressed, feeling the tsrain, but amputation would not be amusin'.
What if all I wrote was rot
would anybody care one jot.
What if all I spelt was rong
would this detract from poet's song.
What if grammer too was flawed
would my writings come outlawed.
What if every theme I spoke
gave rise to thoughts that made you choke.
Would this detract from all I do
when writing such pathetic stew.
Or would you find it all just fine
if cloaked in rhythm and in rhyme.
Ivor G Davies
Am lying on the beach with you sunbathing next to me
Talking about life in general especially art and poetry
Discussing forms and such makes one dry and thirsty
A long cold drink or two is perfect we agree
Talked about the contests how much fun the forms can be
About the different judges with all we don't agree
Not sure if i am dreaming, things seem a little blurred
Not quite in vision you could say, are we talking slurred
Dangerous things imagination, you must agree
Turns the world upside down after a glass or three
We decide to write a collaberwation
But the werds, wurds, came out wong, rong
Had a nap, across the dunes the snores could be heard
Not too melodical were the comments, how absurd.
I woke up just in time before my imagination went to town
Imagining us as lovers, bet that turned your smile to frown
Penned by Seren Roberts on 18/05/2014
Dave Woods Contest - imagination.
Tony Romo is a homo
Balls he fumbles
His stomach is rumbling
For semen
He strokes rong
He is
Grundling
THAT SONG WENT WRONG
We danced all night as you listened to my serenade
You heard the music romance made
While we two-stepped in your living room
Until that room filled with my tears became a tomb
I sang to you about the magic that could be
I crooned a tune about the mystic music made by you and me
We harmonized with notes so sweet
Until two part harmony met with defeat
My song contained lyrics of sheer adoration
So we sang and danced until your love’s cessation
When our music was silenced and your love as well
And no longer will my overture swell
My song was stilled by sorrow and tears
While I played a melody only a lover hears
Now there’s no more harmonious song
And we no longer dance all night long
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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