Unbelievable, but believe me its true
Astounding science from my crew
Its whats found in whats left to do
Damn right its up to you
Dont worry babe baby Its up to me too
I keep my promises I roll Game Tight
But the world is ablaze with fire
And we’re sure to expire on the fame night
Most famous night of all nights
I heard my homie ask for the anthem of the enclave x3
Oh say Im so ing done with you
Your so in done with me too.
One more step in your waffled out nike checks
Looks like synergy is up next
Looks like there into me, im into them too
Looks like a drama is a brew
Feels like I cant hurt my feels
Cant object to whats really real
Look hear homie you cant knock your own
Ive been listening and trying not to spit
I heard a homie ask for the anthem of the enclave
I heard a homie ask for the anthem of the enclave
Oh say can you see that Im so ing done with you
Your so ing done with me too
Categories:
waffled, addiction, america, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
I had fun brushing the sky, with its impeccable blue,
then a sweep here and there of cloud’s silvery lining.
A few waffled spots amplified the intensity of hue.
Screws lightly driven at the base, release grassy knots.
A verdant green tenderly arcs toward the florid intimacy.
The blades of Spring, frothing, wild, free, like slingshots.
A xanthous sun surmised in the center-peak, brightening
the early american-orange blend that postulates a fence.
All before the placement of strong, sturdy, heightening.
Panels contain state-of-the-art gray-green stems and leaves.
Within the folds of the sun, magenta-pink petals. On left,
yellow and purple blossoms. On right, red and white cleaves.
Multi-hues spell out Love Blooms. Letters hidden in the grass.
It is Spring, a time to revive. It is April - my heart grieves, but
it is also alive with forty-four companion years for a lad & lass.
Categories:
waffled, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
I met the ultimate Mr Condescending
Yesterday In the bank
He spoke to us like we were complete morons
Who’s brains had shrivelled and shrank
In order to excuse the banks obvious mistakes
He waffled a complete load of tripe
In a very condescending manner
And nonsensical hype
I do not anger quickly or often
But l could feel my anger rise
I felt the steam steadily blowing
Out of my ears, nose and eyes!
I retaliated with tone and attitude
As l could no longer hear his words
Once realising our brains were still in full working order
He shut-up and we were heard!!
Categories:
waffled, age, angst, character, rude,
Form: Rhyme
The sweet scent of her young perfume
Silently waffled into my loud nose
Graciously choking me to sweet rest of death;
And along with her warm waves I sailed well
Into the bottomless abyss of boiling Paradise.
Categories:
waffled, analogy, angel, art,
Form: Cinquain
This old way of fishin's become a new hit
Though sometimes I really don't get it
And on a scale from one to eight
How high could it possibly rate
When you use your own appendages for bait
Swimming around in muddy water while ya wait
Now that's called fishin'
With nothin' but ambition
I've been fishin' more than a time or two
Ended up with river mud on my shoe
But always from the comfort of my waffled butt
Sittin' on the milk crate from the back of my truck
Now I've caught shad and used chicken guts
Always said (come on fish) just for luck
But I've never offered them my finger bone
If that's what it takes I'll leave em' alone
I like to watch them stretch my line
And wonder if I'll get to my pole in time
But I'll tip my hat to those who dare
Both the water and maybe their blood to share
Fishermen everywhere know it's true
No matter the method the thrill captures you
Just be careful who catches who
©Donna Jones
Categories:
waffled, funny, sports, water,
Form: Rhyme
NOT DEAD
I lay upon me old brown bed
a fly did buzz around called Fred
The experts did claim that I was dead
But I did disagree
It happened in the month of may
They wouldn’t shut up, I couldn’t say
So prostrate there I did lay
Me spirit wasn’t free
She put me in an old brown box
Cut hair from my brown fore lock
Sold all my deeds and online stock
But I just wanted to pee…
So down the hole they dropped the box
Bounced off the walls dislodged the rocks
The sermon boring, waffled lots
I’m clawing to be free….nope
Don Johnson 09
Categories:
waffled, adventureold, me, old,
Form: Rhyme
The streets are coated with ice,
No salt spared here,
Empty road waffled bottles christen our sidewalks,
Our mother of sorrows indeed,
Creating lots for quarter mill housing?
What are you doing?
What is the true issue?
Is it finding new neighbors?
New neighbors for the hood?
I'll say what must be done,
What must be done,
Put aside personal profit,
The in with the new attitude,
Take what we have,
Take each foundation,
It needs to be renewed,
To renew,
To enlight,
To find the bulb in the night which shines;
Shines upon only us,
Only those here,
Maybe the police would not stalk our streets,
Maybe then they wouldn't have to wait-
To hear that next gunshot,
BANG!
Another life lost,
Loose dog-
Hear my cry.
Categories:
waffled,
Form: Free verse