Can we do it together?
“Hi! How are you?” an Indian lady asked me.
After work, I left the building of my workplace.
She also worked there. Just in a different department.
This company is in Greenford. Very nice. It is in London.
“Do you have children? Do you have a family?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t”, I answered. “Can we do it together?” she asked.
I laughed and then walked to the bus stop. It happened many years ago.
She was very young. Innocent. She lived in Hayes, and I lived in Wembley.
I often think of her honest, pure glaze and beautiful black eyes. Hmm.
But I don’t know where she is now. Hmm. Too late. I was very stupid. Live alone
Cattle Prod
Taking Anything
Too Serious
Makes It Dumb.
ZZZZTTTZZZTTT!
Ow. Still Dumb.
ZZZZTTT!! ZZZZTTTT!!!
Very Stupid...
ZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!!!!
OWWW! Buncha' CraPPP!
ZZZZZZZTTTTZZZZZZZ!!!
TTTTTTTZZZZTTTTTTTT!!!
Huh?
ZZZZTTTTXXZZZZTTXZXZXTZZZ!!!!!
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
BULL!
BUZZZ... BUZZ. BUZ.
***That's Not Real.***
How Do You Charge This Thing?
BUP.
-Gray Squirrel
05-16-2025
Fill your heart with not pain and sorrow
But remember me in every tomorrow
Although the living cause pain and grief
My going has given me a heart and relief
Remember the love and laughter we had
Tell the end when you feel sad
Don't tell how it feel likes
Show them that they are the real spikes
Don't wet your eyes with all these tears
Maybe it's nothing but all your fears
Because I know you are good and nice
Don't waste your love for something very stupid you wise
This year Santa will not be seen
Because he has Covid Nineteen
Much to his chagrin
Wife gets a stand in…
Don Trumpty will learn his routine
Poor Donald soon won’t have a job
Sacked Potus – reindeer hear him sob
To deliver gifts
Trump must heal huge rifts
As Rudolph thinks Trump is a knob!
Santa's Covid Christmas Poetry Contest
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nb a knob is a way of addressing or referring to a person that you think is very stupid or unpleasant, usually a man
12/07/20
It has happened years ago.
Maybe yesterday’s tomorrow.
It was long forgotten time.
As a convict on furlough,
I felt innocent of crime.
Childish memories uproar,
Kiss I answered to try.
I was very stupid there.
I was permanently shy.
Blackish blue or white in color
sweetest fruit I ever ate.
Stains on town streets in summer.
Trace of incidental deaths.
I was yearning for the glory,
galloping through stormy days,
fighting legends in the stories,
finding something to embrace.
Skies above and dreamy clouds.
How beautiful was night...
And I do remember sound
of my lost forever chance.
Yes, I tried to put together
splendid lace of easy words
English poets were treasure.
I adored the eyes of yours....
As a measure of forgiveness,
near me in phantom space
peacock feathers flew around,
wedding ceremony grace.
It was night when stars fell down
into ocean that was brown
I was looking at your face.
I adored your eyes for years.
And I still remember morning,
sun was awful and grey.
I made sandwich, cup of coffee
and without any worries
boarded long awaited train.
Mulberry Trees, you’re to stay.
4/2018
Hours ticking by so slowly
As my painful heart is wholly
Missing the smile on your face
I am in a lonely place
Since my pride got in the way
Of our happiness every day
I did a very stupid thing
Over and over till I'd bring
That sweet smile to a frown
It was heard all over town
You tried never to believe it
Until one day you were hit
With a dose of reality
Opening your eyes to see
How much pain I've put you through
Now your hearts broken and blue
A fit of rage not expected
Came out, language was selected
That your sweet lips never said
I was in over my head
Words overpowering and strong
Listing all my shameful wrongs
Never missing a single beat
Knowing I should just retreat
Out of your life for the better
We are no longer together
Alone and hurting because I
Made your loving green eyes cry
Emotions are about to crack
For a heart I can't get back
There comes Mr. Ugly again,
With his long tongue sticking out,
He walks with a sway of his hind,
‘though his hind is quite stout!
He makes a very stupid sound,
As that of the ticking of a clock,
His smile shows not a single teeth,
His face seems as if he mocks.
He wakes with the rising of the sun,
And walks the whole day long,
It seems he is never tired,
Quite swiftly he moves along.
He comes to see me everyday,
And that’s the moment I fear,
’cause sometimes out of happiness,
He comes quite close & near.
Whether it is his happiness,
Or his curiosity to know me,
I’m still quite unable to understand,
His sight just makes me pee!
Some call him “Mr. Ugly“,
Others refer as the ‘fat bastard’,
Who else can it be,
But, our very own ‘Mr. Lizard‘.
The atmospheric pressure is a force.
I've heard of it at school, at Physics course.
I didn't like the subject, so no pleasure
For all the notions related to pressure.
One day the teacher gave us a paper test
But my name wasn"t on the list of the best.
I realised I was a very stupid lad
Therefore I was downcast and very sad.
So I began learning about this notion
With much enthusiasm and devotion.
Finnaly, I understood it, and you can see
Today I'm proud because I've a Physics Degree.
Mother Earth
she's treated with contempt she's used without a thought
we take her prize processions and leave her scarred and horribly deformed
We strip her of her dignity and all her is finery removed
We poison and pollute her then wonder why she's ill
We fight over who owns her but she should be free to all
We cover her in concrete destroying other creatures homes
we must be really very stupid, as we will only ever get one mother earth.
(Rhyme)
When I was reading Mr. Poe,
I noticed that many of his poems,
Have something more in common,
They're all full of woes and problems!
x x x
The other day I was reading Mr. Edgar Allan Poe,
When I noticed that something was really wrong,
When he wrote his famous "Raven" poem,
His bird repeated himself far too long!
x x x
I was reciting Mr.Poe,
To my class, when I saw that his crow,
Was talking back really slow,
So I told him just to go!
x x x
When I was researching Mr. Allan Poe,
I observed something very weird,
It was that his silly crow,
Was really a very stupid BIRD!!!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
September.30.2014
My cousin said that he had proof that I killed my wife.
He said if I didn't give him a million, he'd ruin my life.
I knew that he would go to the Cops, I positively had no doubt.
A million bucks is a lot to pay, it was cheaper to take him out.
I hired a hitman and a couple of days ago, he got plugged.
People are attending his funeral and his grave has been dug.
I'm a bad man and there was something he couldn't see.
It's very stupid and unhealthy to blackmail me.
(This is a fictional poem)
Elytte and Miranda Barbour murdered a man just to get a thrill.
It is always very stupid and senseless when people kill.
They said they killed him because they wanted to kill someone together.
If you're wondering when they'll get out of prison, the answer is never.
They pled guilty to Second Degree Murder and other charges and got life.
Elytte will never be able to kill another person and neither will his wife.
When Troy LaFerrara answered the Barbours Craigslist ad, he didn't know he was in danger.
While in court, LaFerrara's loved ones were very furious and they expressed their anger.
The Barbours are only 22 and 19, they're young enough to be my kids.
If they were my children, I wouldn't forgive them for what they did.
(This is a true story about Elytte and Miranda Barbour who murdered Troy LaFerrara.)
When light is off
And night is dark
When words to say
Is just inside
Then heart starts talking
Until you
Will come
And listen
I love you
When time is lost
And brain has gone
Emotions start t draw diagram
Then you will call
And say what is up
You know that
I am your best fanat
When you need money
You call me
You was so taught
Your lies so sweet
But really can I call it love?
No matter
Maybe not at all
But heart is very stupid thing
Can spoil all life
To be with you
A woman threw away a future that was very bright.
She murdered to join a gang and that wasn't right.
Killing somebody is the prerequisite of joining that violent gang.
She took a gun to an innocent man's house and "Bang!"
She was a talented artist, people thought she'd become a Disney Animator.
But this is a very evil woman, she's meaner than an alligator.
Killing to join a gang is terrible and a very stupid thing to do.
I wish that this hadn't really happened but sadly, it's true.
She decided to take her bright future and throw it away.
She was brought to justice and is being made to pay.
lost
Use to think life is over
when you reach a certain stage
and your story has end
you have reached the last page
then you just go thru the motion
waiting till the last days to comes around
so they can lay you to rest
with flowers on the ground
yeah for such a long time
i was wondering lost
searching for a bridge
many years ago that I cross
wasted all my younger years
by staying with the wrong one
and was very stupid to remain in it
and live a life without any fun
but no one ever knows
what tomorrow will bring
because with every single day
comes a brand new morning
and today i am different
feel the change in the air
can see the beauty of nature
when before i never really care
its because of someone
she was lost just like me
how we found each other
will always be a mystery
she,s like a cool drink of water
after a long day in the sun
and its time to rewrite the story
because a new happy one has began
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