Need a boss Need a jerk
Need something to make your ass
Get up and work
I can inspire you for sure
But I refuse to retire you
I refuse now dont ask me how
Dont ask me too many times
I dont wanna change my mind
But your so strong with my rhymes
Yust just 3 times sicker than the rest
Ill put on my best to go to town
I think I know you now
I think I know how it goes down
I think I know things you nowMaybe I do Maybe I dont
Maybe that just the way it goes
Maybe back in my Hay Day
Back at the party at the motel 6
Well leave the light on
Well keep up the lighter switch baby
Well ditch the relief and relive it in disbelief baby
Missbehaving, never live like a slave
Always swim on the reef baby
Causing were just finding reno,
I bet we find las vegas
No sense Begging us
We already give it all up for rap
We already see no fiucks
And give even less than that
Im like let me in the cage
I see the slave, but im up to bat
I got a few choice words for that
Ill see you at the Christmas shack
Ill Play santa and You play the bay thats got back
And Ill play the baby thats not afraid of that
You need a beat you better call dre
Im using my beats like all day
l like to make a challenge
to start a brand new year
so l'll make my bank now balance
l'll live free and less in fear
l got my pen and paper
a list l start to make
it's a must to get me braver
but eat, l want the cake
So down the list l go
2ft long l'd say at least
and little did l know it
there's more that l had missed
No more makeup, clothes or perfume
l shed a little tear
but de-clutter all the bathroom
but it doesn't stop the fear
No more hobbies, books or music
and the list is still not done
panic starting, feeling sicker
as i'm losing all my fun
l do so like a challenge
but this is taking it much too far
it's making me feel stressed and damaged
slap up meal, get in the car.
I'm very proud to say
l did better than last year
l managed it for one day
'No Spend Year'
l'll never learn
p s; this is just a humor rhyme, i'm known as a frugal queen as we have no car, mortgage free and bought our little cottage in the countryside outright 7 years ago. l hate spending money lol.
Not the bee box! Grandma would say
We heard it each time we went to stay
She had something in there precious for sure.
We knew to open it would feel impure.
Our parents would caution, “Don’t go near that box.”
I thought it held a monster with sharp teeth of a fox.
When grandma passed in twenty-twenty
We had lots to sort out, I do mean plenty.
“Let’s open the bee box,” my sister whispered to me.
I said “Let’s wait for the other siblings” – there are three.
Our brother was the last to come in the door.
It was midnight, we could not wait any more.
We ripped that box open and stared at Grandma’s stash.
That old woman was a pot smoker, and here was her hash.
We laughed ourselves silly, my cousin got sicker than sick.
We could not believe this was our grandma’s trick!
BODY AILS … YET SPIRIT SOARS
You’d think I’d rattle when I walk,
I’ve pills of this and that.
Some make me feel even sicker,
others warned … make me fat.
Take “Viagra” for rare PH,
Lung-Heart rare illness pill.
Several for other organs, fact
one-third kidney’s … no thrill.
If, drink more water for kidney,
Heart Failure might affect.
Most minds tell folks, “breath”, with “Central
Apnea “ … mine forgets.
When stand, high-blood pressure drops low,
ninety-five / fifty five.
Body ails, yet spirit still soars,
grateful … I’m still alive!
Fact take twenty pills is is not bad,
gotta take to stay well.
But wonder, if Doc’s took these, they'd
feel better … or like -ell?
Won’t fuss about number of pills,
for this, and this, and that.
Thankful have all these, or I might,
just fall down dead … splat!
A letter to whom
it may concern
That Cancer, aids, corona failure of kidney and heart etc
Incurable and deadly diseases are not the way of punishment.
Mistakes make both
Educate and sinner man
But selfish man can't judge
What he had done.
Then punish him
Such the cruel way
Looks injustice and cruelty
And against your divinity.
For Challengers or breakers
Of Your Golden rules
Almighty impose power
To punish them in You.
The victims is poor and innocent
He doesn't know the way,
How to live in your world
So he is not worthy to get punish that way.
I shall pray and beg
Ten thousand times and more
To pleased You
So injustice remains no more.
Please bless and gift me
If I bow my head in your honor
By stopping and replacing
Deadly diseases very sooner.
It is depand on You
Make people sicker and mighty
So once more consider
The rules of panel code Almighty.
Even Then
He’s not lost his smile
Had it since he was a child
His heart still longs to hear
The words that some will fear,
“I love you”… three little words
Who reach beyond the hurt,
Sing gentle to the heart,
Bring music to the thoughts
His soul – it is not lost, because
Above all, love has brought him through
The dark, the storms, the doubts –
Jesus settles every skeptical breath
He’s not gone without this feeling,
Hues of hope, coloring him brilliantly,
A vibrating sense of peace and promise,
Arriving on the stone cold silence,
Bidding joy to his aching – grief born
With the final word, his doctor’s diagnosis
Cancer, he’s heard…
Still, he’s not lost his smile
He’ll continue for another mile
Hoping for healing, yet the verdict
Revealing that he is sicker than the words
Stage four, will he make it past the month?
Cancer, he’s heard…
Can silence his nerve, stir up discomfort
Throbbing in the bones, stinging
Aching anguish, failing to reconcile
Restore his smile for that last, lonely mile
If you drink old Han's elixir
You won't live much longer.
Only get sicker and sicker.
Punch your ticket, a goner.
More potent than still liquor
and something a bit stronger.
Ancient Aliens have a new witness.
Claims its space fuel, for a Saucer.
Not the bee box! Grandma would say
We heard it each time we went to stay
She had something in there precious for sure.
We knew to open it would feel impure.
Our parents would caution, “Don’t go near that box.”
I thought it held a monster with sharp teeth of a fox.
When grandma passed in twenty-twenty
We had lots to sort out, I do mean plenty.
“Let’s open the bee box,” my sister whispered to me.
I said “Let’s wait for the other siblings” – there are three.
Our brother was the last to come in the door.
It was midnight, we could not wait any more.
We ripped that box open and stared at Grandma’s stash.
That old woman was a pot smoker, and here was her hash.
We laughed ourselves silly, my cousin got sicker than sick.
We could not believe this was our grandma’s trick!
Sensing impending doom
might be happening soon
a tidal wave comes crashin
straight up typhoon.
urgency upon us
calling out to father
need a savior, he's the one
he runs to help and guide us.
The air gets thicker
time ticking quicker
lights seems to flicker
doctor i feel sicker.
Throat clogging up
grip gets tighter
feeling caught in the crosshairs
yet im still a fighter
You think that she’d have learned by now, to hide it
But no, and those around her must abide it
Sometimes, we'd like to knock her off her fanny
‘Cause we all know, she’s just a Gin Soaked Granny
She stumbles in out and out of bed all morning
and never will she heed our sober warning
before she drinks, she’d better read that label
the bottle she left somewhere on a table
For Gin Soaked Grannies always need their glasses
and sometimes they forget with time that passes
that yesterday, the rats she killed with liquor
should she drink, would only make her sicker
Silly Billy went and ate
all the cookies his mom baked.
Getting too sick was his fate
for his tummy ached and ached.
You might think this silly guy
would have learned his lesson, right?
When his mother made a pie,
it then disappeared from sight.
Billy, like a big fat hog -
He had gobbled it all down!
He got sicker than a dog.
Mention pies, and still he’ll frown.
April 11, 2021
for Eve Roper's Nursery Rhyme 4 Poetry Contest
May any friendly wind with nature’s magic breeze
And rescue his soul from this ogre of flicker,
Sensuous liquor, insatiable sexual freeze…
A pricker that smothers soul and makes him sicker.
Satiation of sensuous pleasure does drown
Him, in flood of desire as luscious as a drug;
His fingers tiptoe his prey, an enticing crown,
And now he wallows in this wild flood of mud.
Virtues ones see mud born lotus rising sky high,
And how its leaves roll swiftly down the dirt we throw,
And they season their minds so that their souls can fly
Freely with wide open wings; in sky high they glow.
Jan. 26, 2021 (originally posted on Dec. 28, 2020)
ALL YOURS (Jan 26) Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
The piano girl, plays her music soft,
Her fingers they dance upon the keys,
Her tutor often did scoff,
As she played her feelings with ease,
In a nook, on an old piano on the loft.
The piano girl, she had a dream,
To let her music be heard by all,
To touch hearts, with her own little theme,
She'd play songs about the autumn fall,
And when she did, she would gleam.
The piano girl, grew paler by each day,
And sicker and sicker she grew,
There came a stage she could not play,
Her tutor ever so shrewd,
A dozen times she'd pray.
The piano girl, saw a little bird
Upon the little window,
She thought she was cursed,
All day she stayed indoor,
Steadily she healed, her prayers were finally heard.
The story of a piano girl...
12/11/20
Quintain-Sicilian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
RhymeZone
3 Senryu and a few Limericks
an eerie shadow
a hand touches my shoulder
....a double parked broom
shrieks in the graveyard
skeletons in the moonlight
.....a timpani of old bones
arched backs and Mohawks
claw marks and a hissy fit
......broom stick rumble seat
The Corona virus mask
creates a Halloween task
how to eat candy
even when handy
the same problem exists for dad's flask
The witches and ghoulies are running late
rushing with potions to seal our fate
if it gets much sicker
I'll just use the clicker
and move to a colorless state
John G. Lawless
10/9/2020
The swan in me wanted to die
The phoenix in me asked why
The swan in me couldn't say
So the phoenix said not today
Every time I hit the verse
I felt like I was living a curse
Everything I said so real
But I could never heal
Every time I went backwards
I felt disingenuous in my words
Like nothing I said was true
But something started to brew
The swan in me said it was too late
The phoenix said redemption is fate
The swan in me asked why
The phoenix didn't want me to die
Every time I stepped outside
Deep down I just wanted to hide
The sun burned too bright
I wasn't ready to fight
Every time I drank liquor
My heart became sicker
But I'm finally ready to grow
And this I can show
The phoenix in me loves me
The swan had to reluctantly agree
With two halves I became whole
And it truly saved my soul
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