ya'll heard the one
about and and gal
kissing on Christmas day
her Husband comes along
said whats going on
get from neath that misletoe
unhand my wife
darling let call it a night
Mister just let her go
then he balled up his fist said
I'll hit you with this
leave my gal alone
grab your rags
pack your bags
Fella it's time to go
I aint wrong for quick cheeky peck
ya'll been sliding tougunes
and you got your hands all
on her ass
aint airin out my lungs
cause i'm wrong
cause you damn well know
I'm right
take your jacket off
let's go out side
time for us guys to fight
bizzy me
you wiff my Gal
well that aint like I planned
see I'm her Mister
don't get it twisted mister
you egging for ah fyte!
Pen this in blood
Spitfire from rut
Lines clutched
Mind stumped
Rhyme on what
Leg with crutch
Make sense nah
Not interested
Art is nonsensical
Brillance adored
Relatable craziness
Straight jacket
Never unhand me
Juggle these words
Scrape droplets
Off the pages
Test me positive
For poetic insanity
Head to rest
Mind to sleep
Til next time
For now I’m beat
Have no idea what this little outburst was heh...figured I'd share it
I want to make myself clear,
So all might understand
I'll try to pen something here.
Something that's not bland.
I pick up my pen with a flourish.
To try to make a stand.
Thirty minutes later,
The pen's still in my hand
Poised over the paper
Ignoring my command
The pen would not flow
Should I unhand
The pen
And let it lie low
Amen.
Amen, indeed
Wake up, muse and write
A great read
One that inspires all to think
Is, what I need
Before I sink
Into oblivion,
As I state the obvious
With good reason
23 April 2021
Just Stating The Obvious Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Dishearten me if that is your will
I have seen countless others dance in your shadows
Abandoned, alone within your grasp
Bested through your touch
Exhausted they fell
Too tired to two-step to the beat of their own hearts
Empathetic eyes closing before me for one last time
Silence replacing their laughter
I remember all too well
Have you come for me now?
Alas! I will not dance and fall to your touch!
Twirl around with the thoughts in my mind
Entertain yourself with my childhood pain
You etched those memories there
Obnoxious thief that you are
Unhand me, I don't care to dance
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I like faint fire I feel
fueling me with fervor
for far off places without you
I like sweet scent of spring I smell
when you fan the flames
ignited by your carefree hand
I like warmth seeping in
letting my blood course free
with unpredictable energy
I like refreshing air I breathe
just seeing freedom lay waiting me -
sole initiator of breezy times
I like option one and two
of the whole shebang of things
I am free to do, or not do
I like how instant choice to vent
is mine, though time after time
... I've crossed no line ...
I like solitary silence
taking me by the hand
Soothing aches you've unhand
I like Creator's time
so packed with magic
My sole therapeutic fix.
*
Half a year,
Half a red glass.
A shot of guts,
And a tempting glance.
A pretending touch,
and an out of the world clasp.
Dont want to unhand,
I want to hold on,
And never let go.
Second to none is yet to come,
The light on the road I was blind to see,
Yet he managed to master the scene.
Next flows the water and the spirit of lust,
Perilous, Hazardous, life - threatening risk,
Devotion of an imperceptible guilt.
I think at that moment I've lost my heart to him.
It's been said in ways
it's been shown by many
but it's never been easy to do
If I had one wish
in this whole wide world
it wouldn't be for you
So much happiness comes
everyday of your life
And I know its not from me
but nothing in life
Can take my dreams
unhand my DESTINY
Arms wide open to perfect devotion holy feet walk on blood stain ocean the
summit of power in man's final hour unhand me and let me be wisdom in my
oracle to guide and teach me. Alter of hypnotic faith elevate me so my enemies
can see, truth in all things is the coming sacrifice of cold dark days. Fire in
ceremonies desire crucify me so my will shall expire wait for what i ache dance
is our sure sign of romance. Carry them undefeated in the warm springs of life
completed sun dawns a new era my sanctuary a secret i must not bare the
ultimate drug has taken me there soon as i wake up it will disappear in to thin air.
Cole Hodson (c)
Do puppets fall
or can they stand,
on their two feet,
without a hand,
to hold them high
above their fear?
I think I can............
unhand me Dear.
The demons are consuming me,eating me alive
I'm trying to fight but my soul wont survive
The devil's kiss is burning my skin
Evil is coming out from within
I can sense the animosity behind your eyes
The wicked,the lies,the truth I despise
Stop trying to possess me,one more and again
Stealing my mind you can no longer bend
Pulling my body through a world of flames
The feelings I'm feeling I can't even name
Sword in my chest,dagger in my hand
Not knowing my way through this Godawful land
The poison in my veins is freezing cold
The stench in the air,my breath I must hold
My time is running out,I can hear the clock "tick"
My fate and my destiny I must now pick
So I draw in a breath with which I can scream
"I command thee!"
"I command thee,unhand me!"
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