Memes mined
By Heck
We all whined
All thanks to tech
Should be opined
What the feck
Life is a grind
On others check
Don’t be unkind
Only takes a sec
Clouds silver lined
But crowds have a peck
On weak dined
Even a speck
Don’t be blind
Bullies an emotional wreck
Plays with their mind
Then hit the deck
Should be enshrined
Life can be a trek
We’re all entwined
So on spec
Love should find
Even just a fleck
Good times shined
So wind in your neck
I looked at her pictures ,.
looking up at the ceiling... asked myself
Wasn't supposed to feel this...it is
Just another smile, right? Then
Why won't my heart shut up?
I care about her, .
Checked if she's online,
thought about her for a sec
checked on the last text she sent
Since when did I start waiting on texts?
Since when did silence started carrying a name?
I'm in love with her, .
Didn't mean to fall.
But she's in every poem now,
Even the ones I never wrote..
Archive May'25
While writing this, I remember feeling trapped between shock and surrender. As though I had caught myself committing small acts of devotion without permission. Returning to old messages. Staring too long at photographs. Inventing reasons to check whether someone was there. Oh This appears harmless in isolation but, when gathered together, it's not too healthy. Yk there is a strange horror in realizing that someone has become important to you. The moment a feeling stops asking for entry cz it has already moved in. Like finding a candle burning in an abandoned room and realizing someone has been living there much longer than you knew.
If money were time, I’d be cheap as hell,
For all earthly treasures I’d never sell.
For a rainy day,
I’d squirrel it away
From avaricious eyes - in a nutshell.
I would treat minutes as a pricey bill,
I would ration heirloom hours better still.
As it flies away
I would seize the day,
Scratch and save each fleeting year if you will.
In a piggy bank every sec I’d store,
I’d invest every moment, some and more.
I’d spend the last “dime”
On my precious time,
I’d live Here and Now like never before.
189.
Plea to the Secretary
I can never forget the day
When we went to a radio RGMA
And I brought thee Nescafe
Oh our Vice President would be
Forget my hateful words not meant to be
Forgive me please & accept me into thy city & thy party
Accept me once again, Sec. Mar Roxas
Do not throw me off thy righteous bus
To the straight path again I must.
-08/19/2012
*My Twilight Poems Collection
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
Lace an ornate pearl necklace around throat.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.
A snake with slinky-bones, writhing, not slack,
And fangs of gold - they’re not nearly a threat.
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
Those pearly teeth squeeze, kiss with velvet peck;
Constricts like a boa with bruised forget.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.
Let down your gargoyle guard, for not a sec.
Why’d you set paper mâché, were you provoked?
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
Spectacular species, like grunting hock,
And won’t even say boo, like bully ghost.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.
Unconscionable, a solid train wreck;
Ancestors and posterity revolt.
Set your scowl in stone; immovable neck.
You stand at a cold precipice, a rock.
Oooh yeah, finally I get to piss
I've been turned up all night
Trying to shake off this girl
And she couldn't leave me for a sec
If it were up to her she'd have followed me here
Saying I might disappear on her like the others do
She almost took my drink for me
I told her I've got two hands, I can handle it
I'm so uptight,it feels like I'm about to burst
And not exactly what I'd have wanted
It had made me have a long hard-on
And the ladies were blushing, thinking they'd done it
I've been standing long here it just keeps going
It's like the gates were opened
And damn am I relieved
Cause I don't think I could keep this in
Lemmi just flick it one more time
And roll it back in nicely
Cause it's just past midnight
I've got the whole night to rave on
The PO£T
I dreamed I was in Café Terrace with Toulouse-Lautrec.
We were downing glass after glass of orange triple sec.
And quite drunk, he muttered something that shocked me so ~
he slurred he'd eaten the ear of Vincent van Gogh!
And I jolted awake ~ sunflower bedsheet wrung around my neck.
Baby, just take a sec
Put everything down
Look me deep in my eyes
Block out all of the sounds around
Let our souls intertwine
Don't be afraid
Weve loved one another
Since the beginning of days
Keep getting lost
In eachothers eyes
Breathe in real deep
Let out a deeper sigh
Know that I'm yours
For eternity & longer
Let our souls take over
N help one another grow stronger
You no longer have to be afraid
There will be no more pain
We have so much love in our hearts
Let them guide us,
Instead of these human brains
Someone is wielding an axe or a hammer
It’s the only other noise beside a crow’s yammer
Dogs look down the hill, interested for a sec
Woods are thick, I see no pick or peck
Above the fog I hear a loud airplane
I follow its noise, then it is silent again
Life in the country on a gloomy misty day
Writing takes a bit of my boredom away
I use my grandma’s cookie shapes
For Chanukah each year.
They’re plastic and so very old
They might not persevere.
The candle cutter’s broken
So it’s hard to get a grip
On the pieces (there are 3 of them),
Especially the tip.
Since I’d hate to leave a shape out,
I just take an extra sec,
But today, between the batches,
I looked down and – what the heck?
For the candle tip was missing
And it wasn’t on the floor.
I had used it, so this wasn’t something
I could just ignore.
If I’d rolled it in a cookie,
An occurrence I would doubt,
Then the batter wouldn’t flatten
Since that piece would stick right out.
For a while I was stymied,
Then I checked one ball of dough
Which I’d gathered up until
My cookie sheet had room to go.
And voila! I found that sucker
And the lesson that I learned
Is to keep track of the flames
Wherever candles are concerned.
Bob that guy at table five
He’s kinda giving me the shivers
Did he say something to you.the grease from the heat of his grill causing droplets of sweat to form on his nose his old hand grasping tighter on his
engraved knife
She grabbed his arm
The fury of the man she loved
No he is very polite
but it’s just something
probably just a chill
lowering her husbands hand
She watched him for a sec
Her gaze pulled by the attention of a young couple
eager to pay and leave
He giggled as she kissed
his cheek and pulled him
from the booth
She smiled as she got to
the table
not an empty plate
she skilfully loaded herself
Each item on the tray
positioned in perfect arrays
As she returned to the table
a newly heated cloth in hand
Excuse me
She turned instantly
Yes, her customer smile kicked in
How can I help you
Could I possibly get a draught coke with ice please
No probl problem she stumbled her words
She realised what was bothering
He smiled but not his eyes…
Famous literature?
This Saturday, like many others, I got up late
it was almost ten, my hands trembled,
low blood sugar
I can live with diabetes while keeping the balance
watching what I eat and drink
Last night, fed up with the fake news on TV
where politicians spoke about how bad Russia was and
their undying love for Ukraine while secretly longing
for the days before the North Stream
was blown
up by the Americans, helped by the Norwegian Navy
Jens Stoltenberg, the General sec, A Norwegian
is nothing but an errand for the USA's interest
I picked up a book that was said to be thrilled by
John Grisham
After reading 23 pages, I felt like I was reading a recipe
the hero is a lawyer who defends a man accused
of murder, but we already know he is innocent
so why? Not so the dastardly prosecution wants
the man hanged.
I looked at the novel again; no doubt, the writer
was famous and sold millions of copies, like it
we are dealing with success.
since I have no wish to read the whole book
I will never know how it ends
Drop of tear
Splash the floor
She remain still
Until the gush of wind tilt
Oh my goodness
Why I have to face such freak
No one deserve to be treated
Like this
Holy moly even the season
Change with it's pace
Look, being human
My life depends on others hand
Heart pound every sec
Tickle of rain drop
Swept my Pain
Wind whisper near my ear
" Fight yourself dear without fear"
This word buzz my ear
Until I spoke for myself
No means No and it should be over
My soul eternal
wrestles the devil infernal
he waits in ambush
perpetually, for me
to forget, and disconnect
from God Almighty
then rushes in to ruin and wreck
extinguishes in a sec, the Light
God gave me to spread throughout the world
leaving my conscience submerged, deeply disturbed...
David Cameron
Skull you could hammer on
Back from the Lords as Home Sec
Shows the UK has just gone to heck.
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