Andrew Tate influencing kids
but his peers think he’s stupid
not someone you’d want to know
what is he without his doe?
Have you ever seen him smile
have a laugh or look like fun
a material Barbie boy lifestyle
is he what you want to become
The man is lacking intellect
you don’t want to be that dude
yeah the young know disrespect
but he’s always in a bad mood
You think women are for using
how’s your mum your aunt and Nan
when your sister get’s a bruising
think Andrew Tate will give a damn
Look at him, no real closely
he’s got no personality
think that’s what a man should be
a voice of verbal vanity
Tyson Fury, that’s a man
he fell down as all men can,
do you think that was part of his plan?
It’s not weak to fall, it’s tough to stand
A man can show intimidation
but real men also let it go
adapting to the situation
weakness needs bravado
Yeah we all dream of the money
but you will never make that doe
Andrew Tate’s a real world dummy
blaming FRIENDS the tv show
That video shows the man is thick
too weak to laugh now that’s tragic
show an adult that very vid
of Andrew Tate, the invalid!
Categories:
tate, boy, england, for him,
Form: Rhyme
Her voice sounds like she’s speaking through a fan when she whispers. She always whispers when we stroll through the colossal Tate. She’s cautious and quiet in case the art may
be eavesdropping. It all seems silly to me, Van Gogh had a hard enough time hearing when he was alive.
Hedging my bets, I say “I bet I could have painted that sunflower” just in case Vincent’s good ear is listening in.
“I bet I could kick your ass,” he whispers back, with a voice so tired, like he’s heard this all before.
Categories:
tate, art, love,
Form: Prose
SPONTANEOUS TATE AND PROCRASTINATE
Spontaneous Tate and Procrastin Nate,
brothers getting ready for a special date.
Tate said “Nate, there's lots to do.”
Nate said, “Yes, I know! Just worry about you!”
Tate said “Nate, oh my, just look at the time.”
Nate said “Hey man, it's on my mind!”
Tate said, “I fear we'll meet our doom,
if we're not ready by a quarter of noon.”
Finally Nate looked up, just minutes before the hour,
Tate was already groomed, when Nate hit the shower,
Nate's chance was missed, he was left behind,
Tate made the date, forever danced and dined.
The lesson to learn, taught to us by Tate,
Be spontaneous to the call of Christ, never ever procrastinate.
Categories:
tate, heaven, spiritual, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
I once shocked you
by my Queen Maud Fromage poem,
remembering a time
when the good Queen Maud
choked on the heavy stuff.
Her courtiers were
about her suddenly,
and Queen Maud was
thumped on royal back
most thoroughly...
Thoroughly, yes thoroughly...
I have it on good report.
A doctor would not lie to me
about Queen Maud, now,
would he so?
The event put Queen off
the cheese for life
and she forbade it in the larder
or else her staff
taste strife.
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Categories:
tate, food, imagery, surreal,
Form: Light Verse
Moto Guzzi outside the Tate
Oh glistening awesome motor stallion
your dovetailed bars, the windscreen’s sheen
you are indeed a work of art
each time I mount your leather saddle
your growling maelstrom comes to meet
your parody of love and travel
lest not to trust the judge’s gavel
thus speed the seed the heavens open
red as lust and sunshine clear
shine the night the organ’s treble
ring the changes speedy devil
stills God’s palate, rest the roar
Categories:
tate, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
From the time we met I will never forget how nice and, down to earth you was
your smile lit up the sun and, touched my very soul I always thought of you
saying many good things about you hoping one day see you again
In your passing I never how smart you were I never knew how many dreams
you accomplished how many hurdles and, mountains you crossed I never knew
you shared your life with so many people how you always showed positivity
endurance, class, Tate you have that spark that will always be with you
on this day of celebration of your life I know you have passed the test
to take flight to the kingdom of god as your resting place I will cry more less
I know you was one of the very best we will miss you I will miss you
god has blessed you us with such a gift to have known a man like this
We love you always and forever more
Tate
Copyright@August2009
Categories:
tate, dedicationday, life, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
An old man, few niceties, some stuttering
and near collapses. "I long to be abducted,"
he intones. Doesn't look up.
The first read through I can only see
his hands and a little white tuft under his lip
quivering. His voice is gruff and low, but
we're all laughing and our gaze is warm.
If he feels any of it, we can't tell. An hour in
I wonder if my life too could be summed up
in a series of anecdotes involving two people
and a bizarre crisis. He must have had
the same thought at some point.
Afterwards we're standing around
eating expensive cheese that will probably
give us all gas and my boss tells me to fix him
a nice plate and some coffee. So
I do, and he's out in the hall in a chair
looking smaller and older now. I am in front of him
giant and nameless. He sees me, in the form of
pastries and coffee, and says No (thanks.)
A long
pause
So this is how a poem occurs. A frozen smile;
leaden plate and cup; a swift and quiet rift
in mundane assumptions. I wrap his food,
take it home, and in the grave secrecy of my kitchen
calmly mash his fruit tart between my teeth.
Categories:
tate, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse
For all the time I knew I always loved you I always thought of you
meant so much to me when you left it hurt me I never knew
how tall you are how smart you are I wish I have heard some of
the things you said the way you expressed your many thoughts
you are the kind of man many dream and hope for you left behind
a world of hope you left me with a reason to dream what I mean
I am so glad that I know a man name James Edward Tate you
saved my life not just the day we met as I saw your celebration
I couldn't help but notice your smile your dedication I will always
keep you in my heart with love
This poem is dedicated in loving memory of James E. Tate
Copyright@December2008
Categories:
tate, dedicationme, dream, dream, hope,
Form: Rhyme