Short Yeah Poems
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Then might
A word speak me
Might I listen
Might I share
Than as one
Can we express
This feeling
When you know
I care
SO RAISE YOUR TOAST
RAISE YOUR GLASS!!!
SHE KICKS BUTT>>>UU
SHE KICKS ASS
HERE I AM
HERE I STAND!!!
I JUST HOPE ONE DAY SHE UNDERSTANDS!!!
turn it off
and turn me on
sweetly she spoke
turn me on
control my fuctions
that I might loss myself
from the mire sight of you
turn me on
turn me on!
she said she wanted to talk to me
oh yeah
she said she wanted to meet me
oooh yeah
she had more baggage then
a Post office.
But
I
talked
to her.
this is your foreign god
listen!
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sure?
push it!
issue.
lol
I'm species intolerant-
God stop me from writing this
nope
do you need more time
no never shown to me
Life is death
in the words of Freddie
toooooooooo meeeeeeeeeee
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your double-talk confusion fills my head,
them that's not shall lose the Bible said,
don't mind spilling bile and milk for gall,
so it may be, yeah, but I ain't feeling that at all.
Fellow Crocs here’s a meal we should share
How we do it I really don’t care
Since we are so many
Some may not get any
And I really don’t think that is fair!
Yeah Right!
Ice cream used to be a special treat of mine
But veggies have replaced it, most are divine
Especially brussels sprouts
Make me stand up and shout
Veggies, yeah veggies, love em ten out of nine
What?
Yeah, I suppose
I told the
dentist that
my mouth looks like
a 'dizzy be-itch'
Huh? Yeah, yeah
My eyes are fine
just fine ~
What I've got
is lysdexia
of de dongue
oh yeah, and
sidus codgesdion
Ice cream used to be a special treat of mine
But veggies have replaced it, most are divine
Especially brussels sprouts
Make me stand up and shout
Veggies, yeah veggies, love em ten out of nine
.
yup
'tiz whut eve yell'd
to thuh
new mail carrier
"and put uh
stamp on it
girl"
*utz
")
Yeah. Guhhhh...
I Only Feel
Like An
Artist
If I
Pretend:
I Meant To Do That.
I Hate
Pride
Soooo Much
It is
Sooooo Stooopid.
There.
That's Better.
-Gray Squirrel
07-29-2024
Yeah Right
If poetry is so easy to write,
drop a Choka, tercet, or a quatrain slight.
So remember the rules and keep things tight,
let’s see how easy it is to get right.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Ice cream used to be a special treat of mine
But veggies have replaced it, most are divine
Especially Brussels Sprouts
Make me stand up and shout
Veggies, yeah veggies, love em ten out of nine
call me weird!
Yeah, but no, but yeah
Yeah, but no,
but no no no no
Yeah, but no, but yeehahahahaha
Yeah, but no, but yeah yeah
nono, but yeahah
Yeah, but yeah yeah
but but but but yeah yeah,
but no, but
no no no no no no
Maybe?
Oh bugger!
Form:
the picturesque
yessss
'round and 'round
at the very tip
my marshmallow crisps
yep
'round and 'round
az the spit
mine wrist
twists
the stick
If woman could lay egg instead, wouldn’t it be cool?
She will grab man by the balls to sit on it like a fool.
~01/10/22
~Contest: Your Second Chance
~Sponsor: Sotto Poet.
~Contest: A Strand (1049)
~Sponsor: Brian Strand.
It’s winter –
the blow comes
hard now
I sit and wait and wonder
what will happen to me.
Where has my life gone.
I’m only seventeen.
Has my future
gone up in smoke?
This continues to bother me,
but, I’ll work it out tomorrow,
tonight I need a fix.
Who's going to fill up the salt shaker
And put the toilet paper back on the roll?
Who's going to end this story?
Or will it "forever" go untold?
Who's going to fold their clothes
and pick up paper off the floor?
Who's gonna act surprised
When mama "ain't" here no more!
Yeah
I am still here
Stuck
Cuffed
In place
By golden shackles
I wallow
In mud
And eat dust
Suffer
The hollow men
Do it
For a dream
Or is it
All just a dream
Days just meld
Welded together
Time fly’s
Time slows
The mud
The dust
How I hate
The hollow men
I love it when you hear a word you haven't heard in a while
like intravenously
and use it like
she slipped intravenously into the room
then blurted
and every eye blurted their approval
Probably now this is a challenge
i could pro bably split it apart ably
But probably she is beauty's subject
We married and spawned beauty little ones
who're now big ones yet tender and
is hard for me to know how to go 'bout
from here.
So I write
or crochet
or whatever gets in my way 'bout
thinkin too much
pain
is a sumbitch
ain't it so and
ain't it grand
to find kindred souls
suckin' their own thumbs?
THAT'S MY JAM !
THAT'S MY JAM !
MY GROOVE!
MY SONG !
YA'LL DON'T KNOW THAT ONE !
THAT'S MY JAM !
"YEAH GIRL"
THAT'S MY GROOVE
MY JAM
MY SONG!
SNAPPIN HER FINGER'S
SHE SAID
YOU CAN DO THIS
TO THAT ONE !
THEN SHE YEAH, AND YOU CAN DO THAT
(SHE BEGAN DANCING)
THAT'S MY JAM RIGHT THEIR
THAT'S MY JAM !