Serviced Poems

thou say villainess or mistress

I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and the first of many kisses doubles.
He made vows in mine ear.
He has such hands and lips
and his fortunate nature fed mine eyes
oh, nothing was scarce.
Our horns locked together
with the intensest chutzpah
and we well-made our match.
We sparked feelings we all ascribe to heaven.
I would not tell you
I can serve a man
that by slow designs
men can melt.
He swore oaths
and dropped
half won.
Later he paid
the sweetest
after-debts
—he did owe it.
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songs for this:
Find Me the Pulse of the Universe by Laetitia Sadier
Stormy (Bossa Mix) by S-Tone Inc

call everyone names

Birthday greetings! Get out of bed.
Go to the river and dunk your head.
Eat crawdad dung, until you are really fed.
Then crank-call your senile Uncle Johnny Fred.

Go skating down the hill on an inner tube.
Call everyone names like bimbo, or boob.
Eat your lunch on top of plate balanced by an ice cube.
Then have your car serviced, it needs a lube.

Have supper at the hutch of the white rabbit if you can.
He has arranged a surprise in the form of a Mariachi band.
Run over to your mothers and fix her a Salisbury steak.
I know that she has for you a lovely birthday cake.

Primal Properties

(19th century Tibetan Wangden rug)

Primal Properties

I look around at all the art I have collected
An assortment of inherited, home made and bought,
Ranging from African to Asian to Persian
With a smattering of European and American 
In paintings and ceramics, carvings and weavings,
And the quality of primitive earthy energy
Is what strikes me most.

There is a refinement of technique in many
But it’s the primal essence 
This technique is serviced to express,
The marriage of natural materials
And natural sensibilities 
Through the transpersonal lens 
Of a supernatural force
That defines it,
The definition being one of feeling/perception
More than verbalized thinking.

What is this irrepressible force
Our bodyminds create with these primal properties?

Life.

(11/18/24)

A Car To a Mechanic

These days good cars oddly somersault,
So this jeep you keep ridding of fault
Big cash you shall be getting plus malt;
Journey time I might speed catapult;
Now,alive and kicking,next in vault...
My dear wife won't fancy the result:
Sure to her hit like rudest insult

Today,jeeps could neatly somersault
And I mean the serviced for cursed fault
But their mechanics neatly assault,
Their Goliaths kill with catapult
If you can,you should this bravely halt
Here cars are the meals and you the salt.

Exit Wound

On Kensington Avenue, under the railway,
Her stage is a paperboard box.
The sounds of North Philly provide the applause.
Her venue’s the school of hard knocks.
At the drama’s finale, the curtain comes down.
She’d serviced her role like a slave.
Just the tip of the needle, a neat little hole,
But the exit wound gaped like a cave.

Selana

Selana
She strapped on her warplane and flew away to fight
Russian jets being the enemy to be hit
Her missiles were old like her plane

But it was a good one well built
Serviced by her mechanics to perform
When ordered to do by her

She the tip of the spear just a gal
Reason I love my mistress the pilot

Defending our nation each and every day
She already shot down four or five planes
She told me it’s confusing being in combat

Things happen fast beyond comprehension
It’s comparable to driving a racing bike
I think but I’m a hacker and don’t drive

I get into Russian and Red Chinese systems
Do my art and war that way to defeat them
It focuses me while my gal is up above

Keeping us all safe from enemy actions
I want to tell the world but we cannot
We must remain a secret what we both do

Much Alpha Delta Omicron About Nothing

Note: This is a title page. The type should be centered and not all the same font size.

MUCH ALPHA 
DELTA OMICRON
ABOUT NOTHING

AN ACCOUNT

OF

SOME REMARKABLE APPLICATIONS

OF

ELECTRIC FLUID

TO THE USEFUL ARTS

BY

OTIS TRENCH

WITH 

A VINDICATION OF HIS CLAIMS



PRODUCED BY ZOLTAN GOLIATH
DESIGNED BY LYDIA FOX
SERVICED BY MAGDALENA’S DEN OF SIN


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© 2022 M. KALAVIK

Church Peeps Vs God's People

CHURCH PEEPS VS GOD'S PEOPLE

Religion kills
But love heals.
It's a spiritual prison,
Influences how u reason
Religion's like a cave,
Only Jesus can save.

Don't go to church 
In other to get in touch.
But go to church
So as to get God's torch.
Don't go...bcos of persons
Go to seek life essence
Go to get serviced by your maker
Cos you're the clay,He's the potter. 

- Vick Manuel VMP
©10/06/2021
Sonnet/Rhymes.


#ReligionKills #OnlyJesusCanSave #LetLoveLead #NotPeople #ChurchPeople #vs #GodsPeople #theclay #HeIsThePotter #Jer 18:1-12

The Boilerman's Coming - Bawdy

The boiler man’s coming at three,
He's handsome so fit and hunky,
Forget our old boiler,
(He’s just come to oil her)
I’m wishing that he’d service me!



We had the oil central heating boiler serviced today and I couldn't resist a silly poem

16th Sept 2020

Santa's Christmas Eve

SANTA’S CHRISTMAS EVE

‘Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was low.
He could barely raise a feeble ‘HO HO!’
He sat and he shivered from head to toe,
As he thought of that ride through the ice and the snow..
Christmas should be in the middle of June.
For him global warming could not come too soon.
He’d slaved for a year, with the help of his elves,
And presents were overflowing the shelves.
With the population growing of late,
His sleigh may well collapse under the weight.
It hadn’t been serviced for five hundred years,
So this Christmas morning there could be some tears.
The reindeer had put some demands on the table
And this year were threatening to stay in their stable.
They’d been on the same rate since eighteen ten,
And the number of children had tripled since then.
And Mrs. Claus was in a foul mood.
She was doing two jobs just to pay for their food.
So Santa decided he’d just stay in bed
And send everyone Amazon vouchers instead.

2nd December 2019
The Night Before Christmas contest
Sponsor - Joseph May

Paper Targets

You shoot at people as if they were paper targets
Not caring who you kill, maim or injure
Your outrage has been well planned
Not a single bit went wrong
You serviced your guns
Collected hundreds of bullets
Dressed the part in boots, fatigues and body armour
Then made your way down the main street
Calmly walking with guns in hand
Carefully aiming and firing at random targets
One round here, another there
Aiming at chests, necks, heads, legs
But reveling when you shot them in the back
Are you fecking crazy?
What the feck made you do this?



from New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers

Sweet Lies

Sweet Lies

I listen to everything you say. 
“I love you.” 
You are important.
Do you know that? 

Did you know that when you looked away?
Did you forget?

Too late to remember, 
so you just let me believe…
I powered on, trying to make “us”,
everything “we” were supposed to be.
I was sick, but still I moved forward.

All the time I serviced you. 
You ate the food I fixed. 
You wore the clothes that I washed. 
I cared for “our” children, 
in ways I thought showed my love, 
to… you.

In my efforts to be all that I painted, 
a picture I could never be…
I learned clearly that I was alone, 
in the gallery,
 of our family album. 

“Pefect-ville” in my heart, 
making candy tarts. 
Connecting the dots for others, 
and praying God would send me…
new colors for my pictures.
The ones I still need to draw. 

All the rest of everything
has turned to black, 
and gray…
while I was dreaming.
Truly,
I had not noticed
until you left.

Murphy's Rules

When everything seems peaceful
and all is going well
you'll find out that Murphy's rules
will grab you like a spell

When you build your money up
a bundle in the bank
and trouble strikes at every turn
then you'll know who to thank

The car you just had serviced
is spewing smoke and oil
the fridge just out of warranty
now watch that good food spoil

Just when you least expect it
Old Murphy will appear
He's cruel enough to make you spill
your last mouthful of beer

At every turn he's waiting
until you think you're safe
the shoes that fit well yesterday
today will make you chafe

Your wallet's in your pocket
at least that's what you think
until its time to pay the bill
then feel your light heart sink

You glide along life's easy way
it's such an easy dance
Until old Murphy comes along
and kicks you in the pants

From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"

My Grandfather's Bicycle

"My grandfather's bicycle"

I still have the memories of my grandfather's old bicycle that was a always packed behind the house,it was blue in colour and always sparkling because he always spends three hours to wash it thoroughly. The tyres were so black and big that I love playing with them. It has a bell that when rang every one in the community hears of it. The basket in front of it was where he usually put me if I cry to join him..The breaks were very fast and always serviced..he always say to my dad "the breaks are your only hope in case of unforeseen accidents".Not forgetting the seat which was made of a thick and soft cushion covered with a genuine black leather,my grandfather never jokes with his bicycle. Sometimes I get jealous because its like he loves and pays so much attention to his bicycle than to me..haha I guess I was very young to think so. I remember the bicycle been given to an uncle when my grandfather died,since then I have never set eyes on it. Any way it just came to mind..

Isaac Asante
Nov. 2017

Tit 4 Tat

The Captain's new wife was "true blue"
Whilst he stayed The Wives Club main screw
But rather than pout
When the Captain was out
She serviced his troops two by two

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