A gargoyle fell off the top of the building and landed on my toe.
I screamed like an injured bobcat, loud, long, hard, with a glow.
The neighbors all came out and stared, but this was the city.
They turned snickering, and ran off; the scene was not pretty.
One old guy came over and said “There will be a bill for that.”
He was pointing to the cement gargoyle who had ears like a cat.
You think I pushed this thing off the top letting it fall on my foot?
I was irritated now. Also it had left a trail of ugly black soot.
Your tennis shoe is ruined; you should have known better, he said.
I knew right then that the old guy was bonkers in his skinny ole’ head.
I shoved the gargoyle off my foot and told him to shove off.
Then I noticed his ugly smile and his strange little weird kitty cough.
“Hey”, I asked this Weirdy Cat. “Weren’t you married to my sister?”
“Could be,” he replied."I married many." He is a strange little mister.
Oh, yes, I thought, this was one of hers for sure. He is so odd.
I limped off, not looking back after pushing the gargoyle off my bod.
Go away, Today,
You have overstayed your stay.
You think you're tough,
We've had enough it's been rough,
It's time to go.
Go now,
We can't allow
This bedlam to last,
You've had your day,
Just vanish, we say
Be a memory of our past.
Shove off!!
Oh! you've acquired a cough,
From someone you infected.
How do you feel?
Do you feel ill?
Has Human breath been detected,
A virus in you,
That is new?
Caught, from a human being,
It's our breath that causes your death,
We can't believe what we are seeing,
A vicious virus,
Is not desirous,
To anyone on Earth.
We've invented a puffer,
A virus snuffer,
That will kill and stop future births.
As we wave goodbye,
We all breathe a sigh,
All feeling very chuffed,
Who would have thought we'd kill the virus,
Who was so desirous,
With a Super Sniffer Puff.
There are some great people
Who treat you as their own pupil
Until you confront a trouble
some great persons are there
All the euphoric events they share
After fathoming your agony, don't they dare care
There are some great minds
To hear your happy verses they incline
And when you lament, they abruptly decline
By embracing you, they make you ween they are gem
And desperately shove off, when you need them
Not even the almighty can predict their traits
But the time could rip up the masks tight
And when you perceive them and try to dodge
Ungrateful person you are, they accord a badge
When time unveils these personalities
Be thankful that it also retrieved your ability
Having discerning true faces of those great peep
Be thankful that you are able to know them deep
We started as one person, but the cell split
Into two, identicals.
Called “The twins”
Twinsies
The Stone Twins.
Neither of us had a name.
“You can have them both,” The athletes kidded each other.
When we reached Junior High school.
Did not matter what sport.
We were horrible at all of them.
The Stone Twins.
That was our identity.
My sister and I, neither having a name.
I was determined to get a name somehow.
I had to push off, shove off, run off.
And so I did.
Now I am a person.
With an identity.
Finally.
And I thank God for it.
Because I remember what not having one was like.
Let’s not ask of death,
no matter how near or far
death has nothing to say,
or not talk of life only the living of it.
Hove to anywhere,
shove off from any place,
there is no map to an answer,
besides, each answer is an anchor.
The longest goodbye is hello.
An eagle soars because it can,
crickets will rub their legs,
hermit crabs change shells
outgrow themselves until trapped.
Mountains of climbers raise the sea level.
Over dead worlds suns also rise.
A beating heart is only a question.
A twitch of an eye signals forever.
I will imitate you if I want to, I say to the arrogant iceburg.
He sticks out his frosty tongue, and I show him the identical act.
You are an idiot he tells me, igniting my wrath.
No, I tell myself, I am immune to his irrevocable idiocy now.
I attempt to isolate myself from my feelings, inadvertently making them worse.
Iconic that he and I should be isolated in this territory.
An inauspicious attempt to reconcile us, by my family, I imagine.
I suddenly feel complete inanition; I am completely depleted.
Shall we continue this iterative dance, or find new partners? I ask him.
It is totally up to you, he says, so I give him one last kiss, and shove off.
I have sold paintings, but not any more
Because I did not get pleasure out of selling.
I get pleasure out of the creative process.
I love choosing the paint colors, and
The actual painting of a canvas relaxes me
Completely, putting me on my soul level.
Painting is a hobby I fell into accidentally,
Urged into it by a persistent granddaughter
Who did not want to paint by herself.
I have never experienced such a transformation
Of energy. All I wanted to do every waking hour for
Four years, was to paint. My paintings surround me.
They are all over the house; there are fifty-five of
Them in our living room, and we adore them.
The painting process has slowed to a slow crawl
Since I re-discovered my writing side in February.
It is now June; and I have written over one hundred
Poems. Possibly more. I can easily shove off from
One hobby to another as long as I am creating something.
If it is heartfelt, honest, from the soul, a little piece
Of me, all the better. I am satisfied, for now. Jewelry
Making will probably be my next obsession.
Obama Should Care For
More working Obama out of my system.
For Obama, we should always, really care
He surely has been believing in Fair Share
Articulated all his actions are affirmative
And Equal Opportunity is only way to live.
Obama is a friend who gives a fair shake
Nothing about him was found to be fake
Will be continually worthy of our trust
And not living a life full of sin and lust.
With Obama can hear opportunity knock
Believes in fair housing on every block
He realizes that God will try to prevent
Things being done without His consent.
So out of White House has to shove off
Was positive and no one would he scoff
Neither criticize, mock nor make fun of
Only fill people with all of God's love.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
The sherbet orange light of a fall morning in Connecticut crackles with the scent pine. The lake’s parking lot overflows by nine thirty. The S.U.V.s park in a haphazard manor. The boat crew’s flight from reality – or the emersion in it—began in earnest hours ago. Neon-colored, plastic, kayaks adorn the grass skirt before the water’s edge. Dressed in shades as lively as their hulls, the small craft owners match themselves up with their water-horses. They shove off at random intervals.
geese
land and take off –
squirrels scamper
Disturbed, Lake Lillinonah ripples with the dip of paddle and the morning breeze. The cotton wood trees chatter to passing egrets. The smell of powerboats, only slightly mars the bathing-beauty glow of the day. Days end will find a conga line of cars pulling in to a local dairy for homemade ice-cream. Truly, God is in his heaven and all is right – at least here, for these few hours—in the world.
pink tipped tongues
lick sprinkles from the cone:
eyes roll
The stars of my light
May fall into a thousand light years
Of darkness, fragmented and solitary.
I will sweep the dust of my love
Into the galaxy of abandoned regards
There it may remain a pang
To beget another planet of life;
A God with a new face!
Tear my lust off its skin
To wrap it in new clothes of passion.
Where is the fragrance to shove off
Blood-stained humiliations?
Silence of sky, you spread
Above the green smiles..
When can I have them
To wear in hot days of passive prayers?
When I die
The mob will hold a star
Without edges, to bury me with..
And you will later find
A star to remember in all Decembers....
its was snowing
wind blowing
it began to make stack
we took shove off the rack
when out back
it was snow ball fight
we had fun doing the night
we were happy not sad
WE DID
THE KIDS SNOW
MOM AND DAD
SURVIVOR, I WILL BE
Stripped me down from my clothes..
Yell at me until your throat get sore..
Speak to me with vile words..
Walk and talk to me like I am nothing...
Yes, It will hurt and pain me..
Probably, It may even make me cry..
Probably, It make me even on bended knees..
Probably, It will cause me loss of appetite and sleeplessness..
But, tell you what....
You can never take what I have..
You can never shove off that smile...
You can never erase the overwhelming love that's within me...
You can never make me fall...
I will rise up: " humbled not proud"
I will stand up: "learned not ignorant"..
I will smile even with tears: "joys not of hurts"
I will shout: "victory not of failures"...
By: olive_eloi
10/01/2013
1:08am
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