A small speck of dirt on my floor
is worse to me than brutal war.
Gritty grime and nauseous noises;
ruin Perfectly prime Poises!
Once you're put together we'll talk,
I'll watch your details like a hawk.
Oh, us early birds get the worm,
if you're late, you'll make me squirm!
Foul bluntness never held my charm,
radicals just cause all alarm...
Life should be like a golden scale,
Beautiful balance never fails!
Beth Watkins
ALIGN WITH YOUR STARS!!
06/05/11
Once upon a sullen silence, I sighed, I sighed about the Cullens.
Crazy, dreamy, drowsy fans, oh how it made me sore;
Muscular, masculine vampire men with shiny skin gave me chagrin.
Their paleness, ageless, alter less lives gave me such a bore.
Guys abhor this whole love lore, “where’s Harry Potter?” I implore.
This Twilight book girls opt for.
Meyer’s tale is mildly cheesy; the protagonist makes it look so easy.
Edward sinuously stalked our dear Miss Swan, which many girls adore...
When suddenly there came a tapping, tapping on the tall window;
Our happy Edward leapt right in, in black Goth clothes galore.
His ominous outlook, his empty stare; if only he had a councilor.
Only this and nothing more.
Since when did vampires sparkle in sunlight, now why are werewolves so cute and
cuddly?
These addling attempts of harrowing humor make my head too sore.
Rabid fans now buy icepacks and glitter, Volvos, old trucks, furry jackets and such.
Meyer’s has made mounds of money from unfortunate fans, the movies, and more!
Please stop these callous and crazy cults of women I implore,
None of this Twilight anymore!
I can not hope, I dare not dream
I should not speak, for I might scream
So full and yet so empty, this hole I have in my heart
Too weak to hold it together, so tired of falling apart
Memories of the sunshine and a time when I could smile
Was it really so much better then, or was I in denial?
Now I am numb-lost inside myself-and I can't see the light
Where is my will to keep going? Where is my strength to fight?
Never truly feeling at peace, no matter how hard I try
Never truly forgiving myself for letting my life pass me by
What's left to hold on to? I feel like I've already let go
How do I accept the loss of the me I used to know?
I've sold you your car so just sign on this line
we'll finalize all that you'll need
A little bit here and a little bit there
Can never be tied in to greed
We want to make sure that your problems are few
for a small fee we will undercoat
I see that you notice the smile on my face
it is not my intention to gloat
I know that you'll want to have air in your tires
and a valve to make sure it will stay
It's one of the things that were doing for you
and it's worth the small price that you'll pay
Because we are nice, you get one extra key
there is no charge I'm sure you can tell
We can't give you a spare, we don't have the room
but your donut will serve you as well
Our cost for these items is covered by you
it won't even come to five grand
this is the way that we always have sold
don't tell me you'll now take a stand
You didn't know this and you didn't know that
stop whining now, you make me sick
your vehicle cost you much more that was said
you act as though it was a trick
The cost on the sticker had nothing to do
with the price that you finally paid
we are in this business to make lots of cash
so next time you won't be dismayed
For me or against me?
Do stay out in your uncertain nest,
Go to your heart desire,
Follow your real heart
If i am not enough for you.
Really,it's sometimes difficult
When my pockets seemed dried
And empty,
I failed in action when such happens,
At harmattan things seemed even worst,
For the pockets get even drier and smaller.
I know i will smile one day.
No longer then twist me and tell
Me lies...
Or flying around me like flies.
Be for me or against me
For good.
I know the symbols
Of your deceptions,
Writing all over your smile
And speech like the words of Jezebel.
The movements of your waist
Like wind from nowhere to anywhere
Are all relics of your coming and going.
Then be for me or against me,
For my heart is tired,weak and feeble
As i wait to see if the next will
Step in and stay for good.
Casually, and out of no where
My best friend turned to me and said:
Of coming death I've no fear
Just bury me in Port Charlotte when I'm dead
Why there, I asked, a child,
An old forgotten flame went before you
Why not Jamaica's tropic wild
Why has southwest Florida so allured you?
None of those, none of those,
She told me, have you ever seen
The family plot that I will lose
It's a quiet remote woodland scene
A dense bush of animal sounds
A dark place even at top of day
Where loneliness still abounds
O let me not dead in a dead place lay.
I am a child of civilization
I like the music and the lights
The sound of feet, commotion
Of the cars, party through the nights
Port Charlotte cemetery meets
The bill, there is a church near
And a school, and always busy streets
At nights the clubs are never drear
Bury me where the party goes on
She said, and I amused, smiled
And swallowed every question
So did not her composure spoiled
For shall the dead enjoy all that
Or mingle with us again, vain dream
But I'll keep my broom lest some bat
Dare try to make my children scream.
I see in you the angel that you make of me...
I can keep close to you, yet never see.
You entered into my life like a morning sun,
You promised your life to me in the long run...
And now you'll leave me back all alone;
Like you were the sun which never shone?
Spare me my life, my heart, that's with you;
Give me back my angel, cannot live with an angel new...
Find me a shadow, my love, my love.
O find me a shadow that’s deep and wide.
Find me a black little hole in the world
and we’ll be together inside.
Find me a meadow, my love, my love.
O find me a meadow that’s filled with wheat.
Find me a mill with a stream and an oven
and we’ll be together and eat.
Find me a swallow, my love, my love.
O find me a swallow whose voice does ring.
Find me the music to share in its joy
and we’ll be together and sing.
Find me a hollow, my love, my love.
O find me a place I need bake no more bread.
Find me a pit where no bird ever sings
and we’ll be together and dead.
Hey honey,will you be mine
I've got the cutest chat-up line;
What you see is what you get,
Fly with me by private jet !
Vacation by the sunny Med'.
My wealth has Wall street cred'
Play your cards with great care,
And perhaps some day we'll wed!
I'll wine and dine you each day,
On Caribbean sands we'll play;
You'll shop in Harrods & Tiffany,
Money's no expense with me !
Your beauty so dazzles me,
It will make you a celebrity;
Our love-match will be no dream,
I'll sell it to Hello magazine.
Inspired by Dr Ram's parody contest
The journey seem to be foretold
And my arrant voice swooned
By the satire that echoed down
Down, to the plaintive essence of nascence
And they thought my eyes were deserted,
My heart was insensate,
My ires were wretched
And when I was bleeding
They went on saying, that
My blood was unchaste.
They who decided me to be one of them
They foretold my journey
By the shadow of immorality
And moaned me to the path of a broken destiny.
I stood up alone, and alone I look up
They smiled, they clapped and they reveled
Back of me,
I walked alone, and I met myself
They provoked, they chatted and they brayed
Yet I went on alone.
You faked friendship with me
And my crime was being English
You feigned interest in what I had to say
And my crime was being English
You sarcastically smiled at me
And my crime was being English
You omitted to give me information
And my crime was being English
You wrote notes behind my back
And my crime was being English
Your jealousies oozed from all of your pores
And my crime was being English
You stabbed the knives into my face
And my crime was being English
You tore my nation to shreds
And my crime was being English
You told me I would not be welcome
And my crime was being English
You pretended I wasn’t there
And my crime was being English
You left me standing lonely
And my crime was being English
Will you leave me alone to die
For my crime of being English?
On this day I have forged a new goal, it is
an eternal promise made from my soul. With
honest eyes and good intent, it was a my
promise to myself that I really meant. A
better me and a new destination, no more
foolishness and no more frustrations. I
leave behind me much aggravation and oh
yes, let me not forget my old temptations.
I also promise to make it to my holy place
each and every seventh day? Except if there
is a good football game... and maybe an
occasional rainy day? Well maybe I'm being a
little hard on myself? An occasional curse
word has never hurt and maybe I could have
just one last drink? Come to think of it...
maybe next year I could do these things? Yes,
these promises I have made will be my goal for next
New Years Day!
Blue butterscotch moon shines on pale lemon merangue pie.
Dry roasted peanuts in a jar, close to where I lie.
Red, green, and blue ice in a bottle, now I won't be dry.
Flip flops walking on a sandy beach, makes me want to fly.
Need to swim at least 10 laps before noon at the "Y".
Making love on roller coasters, gives me such a high.
So many things that I have done, continue to make me cry.
Anything you want to do, you only have to try.
Need to get things done you see, before I up and die!
And when you read this little poem, you're going to make a sigh....
What are the real deep meanings here that will make you say "my, my"
If you can grasp the meaning, know it's far beyond the sky!
All hail for the Red, White, and Blue
I always thought I'd spend it with you
but now it's here and you are gone
and I'm spending it all alone
That's okay for at least I know
I can count on me wherever I go
to always be true and always there
which is more than I can say for you, my dear
No more wondering and kept in the dark
if we'll be together or grow apart
You showed your colors ever so true
and all you left me with is blue
I wished I'd known so many months ago
that you would leave me when I needed you most
One day you'll need someone too
and they will leave you with only blue
So think real hard next time you run
about all the things that you have done
Who will be there in the end
Happy Independence day, my friend
I sought to write verse tried and true,
But jester scuttled my muse making me blue.
I responded with childhood rhymes I once knew,
Yet that clown pilfered all and then withdrew.
Rebounding, I sought rhythm's cadence to renew,
Alas, he scrambled my patterns and my timing did screw.
Regaling remaining wit, many riddles did I queue.
Frustratingly, that spinster unraveled every clue.
Revitalizing the inner spirit, a few puns did I brew.
Revolting, that huckster for shallow laughter did sue.
Forlorn, I tried with other's quotes to imbue;
He called me a charlatan and my lack of honor did rue.
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