He taught his bird
A bad word then
Wife heard the word
She had bad sight.
He was quite scarred
Just right for her
He tried to spell
Can’t do well, sighs
To hell with it
New clothes to wear
A new hair do
Can’t spare more cash
Black eye would mend
A good friend mad
The end is sad
looked for his tin
what a grin now
In bin its tossed
Rained when they met
Such a wet greet
They get all dried
Her dream come true
She wore blue tulle
Her new dress shone
Fear of the UN-known oh how quickly this life will pass. So enjoy the journey you are upon as before you know it time will have gone.
We come into this world alone, naked skin and bone. We depart alone and naked. Ashes to ashes dust to dust.
Death is a destination we all will share.
Some may fear the final resting place some see the world as a testing place. Good deeds bad deeds.
Be the best version of yourself. From the dust we came and unto it we shall return.
Death is a destination we all share.
Some say to hell with it 'I don't care'. Let's enjoy our time You only live once. So do not fear the final resting place savior every moment, breath and experience.
Death is a destination we all will share.
I say let down your hair as who knows when you'll draw your last breath.
Come with me and take my hand.
Let’s walk barefooted in the sand.
We’ll talk and dance, laugh and run,
You and me and the setting sun.
Come to me and kiss my lips.
I’ve waited so long for this first kiss.
Take me in your arms. Hold me closer.
Body next to mine, set my heart on fire.
The sea. The sky. One man. One woman.
Let’s pretend we’re on a desert island.
No hope for salvation. No wish for it.
Forget the whole world. To hell with it.
Come with me and take my hand.
Let’s walk barefooted in the sand.
We’ll talk and dance, laugh and run,
You and me and the setting sun.
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Front Page Pick 2022
Submitted on March 25, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE Q sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
The Titles in your mind but the words don't process through your pen as if you just went internally blind.
With a ballpoint sword in your hand ready to carve legible hieroglyphics on to a sheet of paper you've engraved the name of your work yet you can't even write the first word.
You try to clear your mind and gather your thoughts but all hear echoing in your mind is, tick tock scribble scrabble cockadoodle doo, why is this little lizard doing pushups in front of me challenging me to a dual ?
Even as I gaze to the keys on this phone ah look an emoji in the shape of a globe damn it I'm still mentally preoccupied, Sighs to hell with it maybe tomorrow I'll write poetic gold. ©™
By: Shawn Muñoz
crumpled scriptures, idolized whores, broken down doors, decayed floors;
it is doubtful Jesus planned on this when he bought Moses ten commandments from the local convenient store
no, I believe he wanted something more
but the Devil said, "To Hell with it, burn it to the core"
as he sent his evil regime to ruin the American dream..
now we’re left asking, “Where are you, Lord?”
meteors dropping towards us like pop-stars keeling over, no luck found; leprechauns must have grabbed all the four leaf clovers
chased the rainbow in a trance pace 'till there was no more rainbow to chase
and just like chasing the dragon I will somberly stumble while dragging on ‘till even the dragon itself is gone and in the end..
no improvement was made, just burning away in hot flames even with the earth’s surface for shade..
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I followed each an every rule,
I never fudged a bit.
I crossed my t's then drew an "i"
And carefully dotted it.
I stayed within provided lines;
conventions I observed.
But when I said, "To Hell with it."
My art was better served.
June 23, 2015
It’s waking up realizing it wasn’t a dream
The open wound in my heart as real as the morning light
Body numb beaten by the truth the heart just wouldn’t see
Wondering how I’d face today and pretend to be me
Wanting to go back to sleep and speed up time
But it’s time to put on the face and face my crime
For loving someone that can never be mine
And I could tell myself a thousand lies
Build a wall miles high, read the facts
Know wrong from right but to hell with it all
I just can’t fight what my soul feels is right
And that’s right next to you.
Is it the darkest, before the dawn?
Or could that old adage be all wrong?
Decided to find out for myself
It’s four AM, I’ll know before long
The almanac says sunrise at six
Camera on tripod, keeps a fix
It’s aimed right where the sun comes up
Ten minutes between camera clicks
At five forty five, into high gear
First light of day will soon be here
Now take a picture every minute
Keep it up till the sunup is clear
Now to evaluate what we‘ve got
Develop film in a single lot
We’ll be looking for the darkest black
To be just before the sun’s first dot
Then we discover to our dismay
This experiment has gone astray
No film loaded into the camera
To hell with it, accept the cache
Under the influence is how you live.
You seem to enjoy being a div.
Not because you lack some charm,
Not because of some past harm.
I'v no idea why you insist on drinking,
Why you refuse to stop from sinking.
On the floor you are once more,
But I wont worry, your up in a hurry.
One drink down and heres the clown,
A few pints more and you feel like a bore.
So "to hell with it" i hear you say,
"I know best how to play".
Solos bound from your guitar,
Did it really have to go this far?
I watch your stool rock side to side,
There it goes your sense of pride.
On the floor just like before,
A place you always seem to adore.
I'll leave you there just a while,
As you choke on your own sweet bile.
The crowd dont notice,
While you pose for photos.
To them your just a great night out,
But me, i'll always want you about.
Perhaps with your liver still intact,
For this is just a simple fact.
You like to drink thats for sure
I dont think we'll find a cure.
Lets stay in, just for tonight.
No wine, no beer, no big fight.
No free drinks, no fans to shout,
Just you and me,
Please, lets not go out.
The only thing that still remains
Are memories and family names
Of girls you loved; the guys; your friends
These are the things that have no ends
The houses grew smaller
The neighbor kids taller
And parents of friends have all passed
Downtown’s now deserted
The populous herded
Out to the suburbs en masse
And that dark lovers’ lane
Where you parked in the rain
And fumbled you way to third base
Is a wide thoroughfare
And there now houses there
So for romance there’s simply no place
The edge of town Drive-in
Where dreams came alive in
There now stands a faded strip mall
Yes, the town where you grew up
Has just thrown their hands up
And decided to hell with it all
With the economy tanking
Where you once did your banking
Is boarded up; soon to come down
There’s not that much left
If seems like Grand Theft
What’s been done to your stately hometown
The only thing that still remains
Are memories and family names
Of girls you loved; the guys; your friends
These are the things that have no ends
They say that I can’t ………………………….….….……… but who can?
They say that they are the best…………….….….…….but they ain’t man!
They are on the level of basic …………….………..…. I just can’t take it!
They say I ain’t right……….…….…….....to hell with it I ain’t gone fight.
They have all of the answers…………….….….…..but they haven’t a clue.
They show and tell me what they want…………...……..…It’s so obvious.
They say that I can’t ……………….………...because my face is caramel.
They sneer up at me………………...….….…as if I have a skunk’s smell.
They say that I can’t……. I’m yelling at you…….……....I didn’t stutter.
They say that I can’t……. but I’m letting you know..… …...I’m qualified.
They give me the blues…..I feel more intense than the color of their eyes.
They say that I can’t ….….……..….but I wonder who will win the prize.
They’ll then say that we thought she couldn’t do it. ….it was not in our will,
But the fact that she did gives us ….….……..….……. an unbelievable thrill.
You've been together,
Near two hours now,
You've played your favorite song,
Your conversation a bit suggestive,
But you confidence is not as strong,
You sense the moment is right,
Her gaze at you seems to give hope,
But if you're rejected for this kiss,
You know you'll feel a dope...
Years of experience tells you the time is right,
But what if you are wrong?
To hell with it, you take your chance,
You draw her into your arms,
Seems she's receptive,
Having fallen for your uncertain charms,
Ah!, the kiss! it turns out splendidly,
She's more eager than you thought...
The evening opens to more splendors,
Than you'd dare have sought,
Thus a night becomes a lifetime etched wonder,
One you'll never forget,
Until the day you find her with your cousin,
A night more memorable, you can bet!!
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