Short Yell Poems
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my fingernails are treacherously filthy
not merely dirty
disgusting
they have hardened and yellowed
old age is a yell
I never yell at my kids. I lean in very close and then whisper.
I've found this method to be more effective and a hell of a lot more scarier.
Long Wait
Death's Wake
By Chance
No Stance
One Fog
Death's Dog
Sniffing
Fetching
Your Soul
Sink Hole
(Footle)
Face all your setbacks and face them well,
Just mind not what they say let them yell,
Leave them to their shouts,
Leave them with their doubts,
For all you care they can go to hell.
by me kyle walker caycay son for fun not contest
Yosemite Sam
always stumbled upon a jam.
Each time he would yell ' tarnation.'
Altercations most have caused elation.
A tall fellow strolled on a beach abroad
Along a cream-like sandy shore unflawed,
He tripped on a small shell
And fell with a sharp yell,
Lying on the ground while all his teeth gnawed.
Lizard had balloons, presents, and confetti too.
He was turning a great age, wonderful twenty-two.
I have brownies and chicken wings and pizza with flies.
When you come to my party, be sure to yell out “surprise!”
what grows from these petri dishes?
when will these hives
with their metal monsters
their deceiving smiles
their artistic like visages
stop breeding,
stop growing,
like a virus?
what of the fertile land they cover,
the resources they consume?
what of their ravenous appetite?
and barely
a forest untouched.
17~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
was it meant to be
my rebellious soul last
bring down
shut out
hey now
life
i frown
never comedown
my lost friend
forever may end
never give in
scream now
defend
this lonely face
befriend
come on
lifted
down
how can i sellout
begin win
yeah
i know
this worlds hell
nirvana now
have i the mind
to end this
my heart has broke
its all a joke
lift me now
freedom yell
In the sunken hollow a gray mass
addles
A silhouette of swaying muskets
shadows
Braying horses the silent vigil
rattles
A curdling breeze across feted
expanse prattles
The stilled pageant concludes with
the order, "charge"
From sheltering tree line, a
disheveled mass doth barge
A shrieking, cacophonous chorus
christens the onslaught
Menacing octave wafts;
Union, tidal waves to
distraught
I blew out the candles
Someone nudged me and uttered, 'That's another 1400% of bacteria.'
I said, 'Everything's about opinions, innit?'
My friend showed me his coding work
Squiggly lines all over the screen
I said, 'I really don't care.'
We went to see the stage play of Murder on the Orient Express
The following week my son told me,
'I feel like I might be murdered any second.'
Door knockers are pretentious.