New eyes slowly open,
White light softly greets them.
New life will be copin',
Am I uhh...Her...or uhh...Him?
Mother's milk...suckled sweet.
Tasty! But a little crude!
An arching stream floods their feet,
Guess I came out...uhh...Dude!
Categories:
uhh..., life,
Form: Rhyme
Moving like moonlight
I am the OG silver surfer
Fleshwalkers, Dry Guys, Land Livers,
Have been around for,
What, 300,000 years?
Try 20 million years.
We eat stingrays.
Literally. For breakfast.
I have a 360 degree field of vision.
What's directly in front of me?
Don't ask.
Listen, Humanoids,
I'm delivering this plea
To your nearest post office.
Luckily I found a stamp
With my photo on it.
The plea is:
We are different from the other sharks
(Uhh: other sharks don't use post offices)
And are undeserved of their
Ruthless, roguish, reputation.
Yes, we are younger
Than our arrow-headed brethren
(Just 400 million years younger.)
But our brains are bigger.
Evidenced by our lack of interest
In Walky-Talky interaction.
Check your stats.
Us Real Heads are considered
"Shy" among you. Right.
You wouldn't believe
The number of karaoke
Joints down here.
The moon now
Has dipped down
From the world of air
While the sun has made it's rise.
I'm starting to tan in the shallows
A tad too much for my taste.
Stay safe, sentient skin slickers!
I must be one my way now
At 20-25 miles per hour.
Categories:
uhh..., animal,
Form: Ekphrasis
Home work
I have so much of work no time, but
I have time to play with the shirk cycle.
Ohh my god uhh this hard gear of
chain pushing the hand on it by watching straight to the hole confused of style and selecting the hole, nasty Naa home work maaga....
My wife home work,
Stupid a**
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
uhh..., poetry,
Form: Romanticism
Ohh dear Grandma!
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help you to knead, roll and flip
The papadum which had a habit to slip
From those tiny little hands of mine
And so you told me to arrange them in a line
Ohh dear Grandma! I miss that time....
That time when..
When you sometimes got busy
I used to take a bite
Of that flavoursome dough in a way very quiet
Although it was not at all right
But I loved doing that when you were out of sight
Any other papadum couldn't compete the one which had ur hand's taste
Because on the theme of love and care it was based!
Maybe I'm missing getting admonished by you
Because I'm fed up being praised
Your words which were impeccably true
Are what always comes in my mind
when I miss the way how I was raised!
when I miss how I was always saved
from the rage of my Dad by you
your words which mentioned that "He loves me as if without me his sky isn't blue"
Yeah! Those words were impeccably true!
Ohh dear Grandma! Lot's of love to uhh!
Categories:
uhh..., grandchild, grandmother, grandparents, growing
Form: Free verse
*Neighboring Mauna Kea has been sleeping for centuries, but notice the red flows popping and flowing in the gray areas below Mauna Loa's actual summit. Those are rift zones that pave through gray areas untouched, then pop out further downhill wiping out whole communities. BEWARE OF RIFT ZONE--which has been ongoing now.
Mauna Loa created Kilauea Iki, Pu'u O'o, Halemaumau, and Loihi Seamount (the underwater volcano).
*Image of The Big Island Rift Zones by UHH
A Rift Zone
Our fatigued town of Hilo by the bay,
woke late Sunday and watched black turn to gold.
Midnight's oil peters ere dawn the next day,
seen three lava streamed, some people unsold.
Volcanologists call it, a rift zone,
where red skies mock as magma glows on top
while forcing lava tubes neath, treks unknown.
O'er a hundred quakes daily, stresses swap.
Slams of earth's crust formed Everest's complete,
Mauna Loa was churned out from the ground up.
Twenty-nine faced thirty-three thousand feet,
shows this volcano's peaks, win the gold cup.
Confidence of sight, conscious bets clearly,
ignorants deal with escape plans dearly.
2022 December 01
Categories:
uhh..., natural disasters,
Form: Sonnet
Debilitating laughter
at the hands of a master
a dirty minded b@stard
who knows what he’s after
The ever subtle asker
he caresses and flatters
his clever patter shatters
cares that should matter
Finally, we moved to extract her
the wobbling girl from Nebraska
from a drunken fraternal disaster
and the junior poised to shaft her
Uhh, sorry to interrupt
Anna, pick her up her stuff
We gotta go home hun, get up
Hey, you touch ME and you’re f-cked
Hun, you’ve had too much rum
when tomorrow comes
if you still want to slum
you can still bed the bum
We’re waiting for an Uber
Are you starting to sober?
No babe, you didn’t screw-up
Ughh, yep, she threw up
Categories:
uhh..., drink, education, friendship, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits.
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts.
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go.
Categories:
uhh..., environment, nature,
Form: Kwansaba
The Professor settles in and says, “Let’s go around the circle and introduce ourselves”
We listen to resume after resume of unbridled accomplishment. Then he points to me.
“Hi, I’m Anais, I’m a freshman, from Georgia, and I have mad skills. I can b*tch about anything or feign complete indifference. I can give the impression of depth or play the ditz. I can pick the slowest line every time and I’m so good at sleeping I can do it with my eyes closed.” I finish and give the professor a head tilted “anything else?” look.
“Uhh,” He gives me an amused look, “thank you Anais,” “Next.”
I’m in an an environment where pretentiousness can run amuck
.
.
PS, I have short stories too. =]
Categories:
uhh..., class, community, education, humor,
Form: Free verse
I’m overthinking,
tired of the endless waiting,
about to blow up.
Even my mom sees it.
She starts some cutting remark
only to pull it back.
Me: "Argh! I have this anger, just below the surface."
My brother: "Uhh, it's not that far below the surface."
Categories:
uhh..., 11th grade, anger, brother,
Form: Senryu
Heavy summer
After the month of Rani i hold my mothers hand
I asked for a story she making me bore with my childhood which I had been listen
She then laughed and said I will tell your kids
We sat near a tree
We open our box it's full with some types of delicious taste suddenly I got to know their is not minerals of juices or water
Uhh Uhh we blame each other but whom to ask bangles of lu is out
Silence for while
I took a stone and hit the tree it's coconut under which we had picking
After so many try I found it's not so height so some how I climbed and trash bunch
When I looked down I shot maa how could I get down aasman sey gira nariyal paied par aatka? She said wait I will call someone
Janey kaab aaeygi?
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
Categories:
uhh..., blessing, day, grief,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
NOT WORTHY OF READING
SPEAK THE OPINION OF THE
CRITIC.
NOT WORTHY OF READING?
SAID THE WRITER!
ANGERED BY THE CRITISIM
UNWORTHY OF BEING READ
OR LISTENED TOO, SPOKE THE
CRITIC AGAIN!
WHAT CROWD WOULD GATHER
TO HEAR THE RANTINGS OF
A LOONEY-FOOL
INTERPUTING ANOTHER FOOLS
SCRIPT?
I CITE THIS UNWORTHY!
Categories:
uhh..., music,
Form: Acrostic
hey so most of you guys know that this isn't really like me.. i uhh i guess this is something thats been on my mind for a while so.. listen to me
do you hear me?
are you listening to me?
listen to me!
through her eyes i saw a scream
she was in there, wanted to be let out
her fear of drowning came to life after that night
she gone just like the light
everything was fine
you were a part of me
separately we were chillin
then you came back like a villian in those really predictable movies
i dont know how many times i had to feel pain to make sure i wasnt dreaming
but it wouldn't have been a dream
it was a nightmare
and it happened to me
this wasn't supposed to happen
things like this just dont happen
this isnt me this isn't real
this really isnt like me but i guess its just been on my mind for awhile..
Categories:
uhh..., absence, addiction, conflict, confusion,
Form: Ballad
If we sit and believe,
That we are the leaders of tomorrow,
Then i am duly afraid,
Extremely perturbed,
That we won't have a tomorrow to lead.
If we don't strive,
To lead, not to follow,
How sad,
Uhh… how bad,
That the dreams burn out and fade.
Yet, yet we are a bee hive,
Ideas umpteen, but the sorrow,
Fearing goals, how the go unachieved,
And the truths we cling to are lies, fabricated,
It couldn't get any worse, in their mud we wade.
How is it independence,
When years later, our abilities are shackled?
Dreams crushed and thrown into dark dungeons?
Voices of reason are muffled indefinitely?
Still, our shoes remain dusty when it raining heavily.
Categories:
uhh..., confidence, courage, freedom, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
We can't be lovers!
So we agreed to be friends.
Legally to find another!
Let us start to pretend.
Pretend that we don't love each other.
Only love of just a friend.
Now that I found another,
Your presence is suddenly send.
Suddenly your presence is here,
Making such an illusion.
Though you know I have a new dear.
I am now under your incantation.
Why now? Why not last year?
I can't make a decision.
Uhh, this moment is all I fear,
Please clear my confusion.
Categories:
uhh..., love,
Form: Couplet
Uhh Yeah people look.....
Its Poet thought rhyme time...My words fly so high
in the sky they so freaking bright
in the days darkness until the night shine
Words of courage here poeple there aint no frightline
Dying to Live you see the last of my lifeline
Plop....drop there it go Flatline
Death come slowly rigormortis ohhh life goes on thats fine
Life til death these my words people I dare you to jack mine
I was concrete locked up until I got locked down steel bars Im no stranger to crime
words of thought.... words of truth people line after muther ****ing line.......I know You feel my words.....I know you know you feel my write......All real speak talk no lying.......Im doing the poetic thing now people Im no longer trying.....
life is hard in the American third world is hard among a poeple and culture slowly dying
I know many of us live wrong trying to get *****in life right
Trapped in the storm blizzard street drug addicted plights
Walking amongst people trying to act as if they blind with no sight
But we still breathing here people so I know everthing is going to be alright......Yeah people I think its poetic thought ryhme time......
Categories:
uhh..., life, life, words, people,
Form: Rhyme Royal
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