my hair rivals the fur of a grizzly bear
it has its own ways and means
cannot be tamed
refuses to hide two prominent cowlicks
these cowlicks stick up like horns
making me look devil-like
Dippity-Do does not put them down
tired of this, I shaved my head on Monday
Woke up on Tuesday with a full set of hair
a massive mop
both cowlicks stuck their tongues out at me
in the bathroom mirror
I was 468 miles away,
thinkin’, “Baby, would ya catch me on the next one?”
The hairs on her arm would stick up
and she’d think to herself:
Ain’t no way he’s still thinkin’ ’bout me.
Well, listen, honey,
I know I’m a ramblin’, self-centered little prick,
but I gotta be honest—
I shoulda been the one to marry you.
Weeks pass and I forget
the smell of you,
the texture of your lips
and what they did to my soul…
but that’s not what I’m tryin’ to say.
My fiancée is in the other room,
likely entertainin’ a funner guy
who’d offer the moon.
I kill a pint of whiskey,
pass out,
and here I am, dreamin’ of you.
Morning comes, my head throbs,
but my heart hurts worse.
468 miles away,
yet moments ago we danced on the floor.
I kiss my ole lady, one eye open,
guardin’ my throat.
The light peck she gives lets me know
I’m not guilty
for clingin’ to hope—
the hope of seein’ you again,
down on the bathroom floor,
wishin’ you’d come around
just a lil bit more
Someone will come for you,
Someone will have your back,
Someone will stick up for you,
And some is what they will lack,
Someone will make you smile,
Someone will make you laugh,
Someone will make you cry,
And some won't do anything above,
I can be that someone to make you laugh,
I can be that someone to make you smile,
I won't be the one to make you cry,
I'm more to be a lover,
Not a follower,
I'm not just someone,
I am the one,
The one to lift you up,
The one to hold you high,
The one who won't make you sad,
Yet the one to make you mine,
The one to give you hugs,
The one to help if I can,
The one who won't forget you,
Even if those someone's who can,
Your my best friend,
Your my Someone,
My Someone to complete me,
Even when we're gone...........
A longing feeling fills my heart
I lean over to my love who lay cuddled up in the grass next to me
This is very new, as I never believed I should feel this level of happiness
He has taught me the love I truly feel I deserve
Always giving me the first bite
Always flocking my feathers that stick up on my left side
Always waddling beside me at just the right pace
Soon one stary cool night we entertained the big next step
Ruffled feathers swirled around us as our bodies intertwined
Your river-scented musk fills the air
Feeling the pressure inside of me until we both beautifully pop
I had never had such a smooth flight to a destination in my life
Hey! Your hair is sticking up!
This news flash is from a seven-year-old.
I know, I tell him. It’s Dad hair.
I can’t do anything with it.
I have two cowlicks.
Sometimes they both stick up
looking like horns, which goes well with my personality.
You could comb it, my husband says.
He has bought me combs.
No idea where they are.
I have no interest in my hair or the hair of others.
So of course God made me the mother of three daughrers.
Two of them do their hair.
The other one is like me, we don't even like to wash it.
Tonight a male beautician asked me what I wanted.
I said “do whatever you want. I hate hair.”
“Great!” he said. “You will be the funkiest grandma in town.”
“I am already the funkiest grandma in town,” I informed him.
“Do a Mohawk. I don’t care.”
When he finished he said “I forgot to do the Mohawk.”
“That’s okay,” I told him. “My boss is conservative.”
But I did leave him a big tip
for not taking my advice.
The best defense is the running defense if you wanna fight then you have your pretence but this verse ain't about the offense moves are made ok don't be acting like a defect or be the subject of some showoffs outlet
mad respect if you 5 k'd an enemy
That's 5 kilometers with the blessing of survival energy.
I'm not saying don't stick up for your friends g
But if you tell em time to bounce and they stay clowns are made of these
A beginners karate verse By Kyle kriticos
Let me preface my poem with saying that this is a narrative of what I saw from a video. I don’t agree with violence nor profanity. I do however understand a man wanting to stick up for his wife. There is enough crazy to go all through this situation.
Chris Rock told a tasteless joke about Jada Pinkett Smith.
Will was not amused.
It was no shtick, that slap
it was adamant
unabashed
didn’t care if anyone was looking
preferred it
“#$@& you” he yells,
after the heartbreak
if a husband stares into his wife’s eyes
and he drowns in the cold shark abyss
for her heart has been suddenly hurt
watch out…
surely the shuffle of feet
you’re quite lucky
it wasn’t a full grown punch
drop mike
3/28/2022
I don't wish to sound an alarm
But ladies are losing their charm
My thingamabob
Appears shish kabob
And they aim to skewer the farm!
Cats taught me how to be myself, to like myself, to play and roll.
As kittens they showed me what being annoying looks like.
They showed me how great it is to show myself, to live my soul.
Enthusiasm dancing and hopping, they were more fun than my bike.
They taught me that they will pout and hiss and stick up their nose.
If you make them mad, they will most certainly wet on your shoe.
Cats do not like snake-like things especially not the garden hose.
But they also taught me that cuddling will help if you are any way blue.
Cats taught me to be your own person, to be your own happy clown.
Taught me it is great to roll your tummy up and take a nap in the sun.
Joyful and fun, cats are happy to use you as a nest, patting you down.
They taught me that living life is all important, the goal is to have fun.
There’s a little guy, who you may know,
He’s friendly, pudgy, and plump.
And he puts on quite a funny show,
When he plays he likes to hop and jump!
He’s mostly colored all black,
With a tail he can stick up and make fuzzy.
He has a white streak down the middle of his back.
Can you tell me, which animal is he?
Yes, he’s a skunk and his name is Tater-Tot,
And he lives right here at the zoo.
He loves to play and eat a whole lot,
But he’s not stinky and he can’t spray you!
He’s a mammal and an omnivore,
He eats all of his vegetables and meat.
But when he’s done, he always wants more!
And he always spills food cause he’s not very neat!
He’s up all night and he sleeps all day,
He’s nocturnal and can’t see very well.
He’s cute and cuddly and loves to play,
He may not stink, but boy can he smell!
Dad or Bad.
Broken homes
And
Lavish dens
On Benefits
Or in a benz
Got enemies
Some call Friends
There's
Stick up kids
Gangs with shivs
And the thug addicts
Selling drug habits
There's the good
Bad happy and sad
Who am i
Im now a dad
I tossed a stick up in the air
To watch it fly around
I waited for that stick to fall
Before me on the ground
It must have been a special stick
That did not make a sound
For when I searched the ground ahead
That stick could not be found
I never did retrieve my stick
That disappeared that day
Perhaps the stick was mad at me
For throwing it away
The moral of the story is
Be careful what you say
For if a stick can resurrect
Then you should learn to pray.
Sporting skin-tight gloves
and a fearsome blue mask
What do you mean
"Is this a stick-up?"
How dare you ask
I miss how you used to stick up for me even if I was wrong.
It’s been a while since you’ve passed, and it’s been too long.
You’re my grandmother and always made me feel free.
You accepted me as me, even if my actions you didn’t agree.
It’s been awhile since you’ve passed, and it’s been too long.
No more can I call you, when life seems like it is all wrong.
You accepted me as me, even if my actions you didn’t agree.
I wish by the water I lived so I could talk to you by the lovely sea.
No more can I call you, when life seems like it is all wrong.
Always, no matter what obstacle I was facing, you had made me feel like I did belong.
I wish by the water I lived so I could talk to you by the lovely sea.
Then by the water I would talk and then I could just let the negative be.
“Let’s have a party- it will be fun!
You don’t turn 60 every day- It’s a milestone!”
Words told to my husband about his upcoming Birthday.
He acquiesced, so…
I invited everyone we knew,
Secured the venue,
Started the lists…
Energized by this looming event.
The RSVPs started rolling in
Including the ones from those we were sure wouldn’t come!
The week of the party the Nightmares began-
Wave after wave of them invading my sleep…
Depicting ridiculously insane scenarios and
Setting off anxieties that seemed to stick up their heads whack-a mole- style.
A few cancellations came in….
And I’m starting to wish I was one of them!
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