They were all out standing in their field
with an ass or two and a few moose
along with a stray Canadian goose
when someone let the Appaloosas loose
not a welcome sight nor pretty view
while the moose who cud did slowly chew
the well-trained colt did not bolt
or even buck to shuck us
the goose didn't give a honk or hoot
but the asses kicked up such a ruckus
and if mushrooms you have half a mind
to seek (not the magic kind of stalk)
be aware take care of where you walk
as there by the end of the week let me remind
the field was knee-deep if not chock-a-block
with what the livestock left behind
Provocative tears and a face that frowns
accompany a costume so ornate;
She’s happy to come and entertain us,
with a flip tumbles in the Queen of Clowns;
Playing the Fool’s a charasmatic trait,
she comes to each field on a charter bus;
Without stepping off greeted by fanfare,
a frenetic crowd awaits at each gate;
They ogle and follow tempestuous,
moving from town to town just to chase her
ruckus.
Big fight
Last night
Clyde's Bar
Bizzare
Tough guys
Streetwise
Much brew
Fists flew
Thrown chairs
Pulled hairs
Black eyes
Loud cries
One bloke
Nose broke
Heads bashed
Teeth trashed
Knives slashed
Pecs gashed
Cops came
To tame
Powwow
Peace now
All's well
That's swell
Great fight
Last night
when u can feel the doom
as you create ruckus
to break the shell of yours
in making your way
into the unknown
a sense of loss
overshadowed by anonymity
is all it comes down to
shaking off the cold
reaching the surface
is all it turns out to be about
Shouting your name does the trick
Echoing when the heart is empty
I lamented all the signs
Really ruining my fate.
Dropped repugnantly colonial
It spreads and hates changes.
Some remnants of nobility
Sort of pinnacle
All corrupted spelling in my prayer
Alhamdulillah.
WANDERING MIND
Just a thought about a decision,
A dream or kind of a feel,
Oh the confusion or pleasure!
Why does it seem like a big deal?
A li'l right a li'l wrong,
That feel thats felt,
Gosh!! its too strong
An urge that exists,
Makes one think of it as a practical optimist,
But then the thought bout consequences,
Creates a troubled pessimist...
Should I go for it?
Or maybe undone is better,
A decision hard to make,
The brain is going through a disrupted weather,
Is it a gain?
Or is it a loss?
What are the stakes?
What would it cause?
Maybe its just a passing phase,
Gotta think right...
And make sure I dont end up in a daze...
Thoughts too deep maybe it is....
What exactly is causing this?
Realisation hits that its a wandering mind...
Causing me to be all blind...
But now that i know,
I'm gonna fix my focus,
I guess I'll just take it slow
And end the unwanted internal ruckus!
-VANESSA
content, resent
sun revolved around the planet
one day, two day or tonight
when do the hearts resolve its ruckus
to you me, fate has turned us into strangers
The wolves have been preying, the giants dying,
angels falling like flies around the corners;
Never die, never live pages turning,
not a word left in the history books.
looking, waiting, and strolling in the halls for love and patience.
fear and despair grown us older wrinkling our faces,
will honesty be always betrayed by the biases,
connotations displaying humanity misguiding ideals,
let go and move on from the bygone chances,
In solitude lies our penance or our peace.
my name is the ruckus and i am sure
to bruise and clot all hemoglobin,
turn bright to dark red, metal to rust,
rain and mud in a season,
i'll reckon to smash a oblong pigskin through
some lines and create a british rumpus,
a proper ructioning, ruckus.
then maybe i'll spit some dark blood out the
side of old an black and white photograph.
cause i am the original ruckus.. ruckus..
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