Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw
the odd one out
just tagging along
I know the melody
but they won't let
me sing my song
feeling excluded
moping around
sorta like ah
big silly clown
get it back together
and mosey along
fix what broken
right that whats wrong
The Baritone;" We don't need know skoo bee doo de woops, we gonna do ooh-ah ooh we"
scram Mister let me sang with your Songstress, I'll show you it's
sopposse to be!"
"the smell of dance clubs and dancehalls got me reelin"
I'm reelin
and I'm dealing
with a newly felt feeling
make ah melody
make ah melody
aint nothing specail
about what I'm feeling
make ah melody!
ooh-ah ooh:ooh
ooh ooh
ooh!
Categories:
woops, AI generated, art, culture,
Form: Ballade
Mondays are good, nice and easy,
never make me even a little queasy.
You see, there' s two days quite different
before, so a clear message gets sent.
Mondays I plan, fresh energy sizzles
Problems can start if there's rain or drizzles.
Tuesday's fine; especially if it is!
Thursdays though – I often forget
thinking it's Wednesday, I don't fret.
Woops the deadline's gone
I need an apology song!
Written 3 August 2018
Entered in Brian Strand's August 2018 Premiere Contest
Categories:
woops, confusion, humor, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Cars fly by me, woosh.
crossing the street, hurry...run!
Is this the right street?
oops, wrong way, turn around... here?
Left, tall city, loud, need map.
Categories:
woops, confusion, july,
Form: Tanka
open your doors
close all the windows
sleeping's such a bore
suffocate it with pillows
psh, i'm not hellbent
shut your mouth
it's called character development
WOOPS. broke routine again
and the poem's gone south.
made myself out to be the bad guy
so they wouldn't feel as sad when i die
so many
so many damn times you told me
all those uplifting words regarding my significance
did i ever stop to listen?
now look at all this tension
i am the patient
you're the asylum
this heart rate is hesitant
unless you revive them
i'm the addiction and
you are the needle
i'm the mutilation
you're the scars that will heal
i am the stash
and you're the supplier
i am the match and
you are the fire
you are the truth
and i am the dare
you are the daydream
i'm the nightmare
i am the cigarette
you are the lighter
i am the pirouette
you're the choreographer
we all are so sad
we've both lost our thrill
that's just too bad but
we both know the drill
made myself out to be the bad guy
so i wouldn't feel as sad when i die
Categories:
woops, absence, beautiful, confusion, dark,
Form: Free verse
Nonsense, nonsense, spews from my mouth,
These random letters that flow away.
Unable to put them together, I walk away,
And leave my wasted words on the ground.
Nonsense, nonsense, that's all you speak,
Throwing insults is all that you can do.
Such a shame that a person is wasted,
And stealing tears from others.
Nonsense, nonsense, is all that we can speak,
For that's all we know how to speak.
All you could do was insult me, but I smile,
Because I know you're better than that.
Picking up your words, I piece them together,
And make a real sentence we both share.
"Hello, how you are?" Woops, I messed up,
But we both laugh it off and smile.
Fixing up each other's words, we laugh,
Companionship is such a nice thing.
No one else may speak our nonsense,
But we can speak for each other.
Categories:
woops, words,
Form: Free verse
PUNK FLOYD
So here you come, our back's against THE WALL,
and UMMAGUMMA, you're the worst we've seen,
you'll MEDDLE in our lives, that says it all,
but please BE CAREFUL WITH THAT AX EUGENE.
I'd ride my BIKE, but there is too much rain,
if you SEE EMILY (she'll) PLAY for you,
and RELICS that you leave will be a pain,
if Roger Waters more what will we do???
Your ATOM HEART, MOTHER is stone and cold,
and US AND THEM you might be blowing soon,
like ECHOS of Camille, now dead or old,
you'll blow us to the DARK SIDE OF THE MOON.
Before you're done, we'll see PIGS ON THE WING,
SMALL FURRY ANIMALS, I'll rhyme this thing.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
----WOOPS, sorry, there is no song title
of DARK SIDE OF THE MOON by Pink Floyd,
it's title is BRAIN DAMAGE, the 9th track on
the DARK SIDE OF THE MOON ALBUM.
Categories:
woops, song,
Form: Sonnet
Woops, He Miscalculated
By Elton Camp
It was quite a stir the reverend did begin
He named the date the world would end
However, the time he set came and went
And of some “rapture” there wasn’t a hint
Now he says he missed it only by a bit
And that October twenty-first sure is it
You’d think he’d learn from his mistake
And not such specific predictions make
The very book that he thumps so loud
Says such exact knowledge’s not allowed
But since the end of times he does now stall
I guess I’ll have to go mow the yard after all
Categories:
woops, funny
Form: Rhyme
what can i do
who could i be
i don't want to be you
i've got to be me
yes, i've a need to grow
to live and learn
the world isn't my foe
but a friend i must earn
i was generally opposed
to being societies clone
but now hell has proposed
and i can not condone
i only seek to be a better man
though the way isn't always clear
i do believe, i have, and still can
a changed man sits writing here
i'm not what i was "then"
years ago is not today
though maybe not a respectable man
i'm more okay, and just want to say
!@!%#$@^%#$% YOU!
thank you, thank you
woops, relapse!
Categories:
woops, adventure, allegory, angst
Form: I do not know?
Why is that banana flying?
Is that little dust bunny dying?
I hope not, bunnies are cool!
SHOW SHAM WOW
What was that
ZOMG AN ALIEN!
woops... sorry mom
im gonna do a cartwheel...
oh junk i just died
nevermind im in the bathroom
the light is bright in there
GET OUTTA MY HOUSE AND GO PLAY IN SOME TRAFFIC
jk i heart you mucho
sooooooooooo
FLAG
sooooooooooo
where are my long black socks
wheres my phone?
where are my band shoes
where is my flute
at the high school in the rain...
omg MOM
~Brittany Amsden~
Categories:
woops, funny, high school,
Form: I do not know?
what can i do
who could i be
i don't want to be you
i've got to be me
yes, i've a need to grow
to live and learn
the world isn't my foe
but a friend i must earn
i was generally opposed
to being societies clone
but now hell has proposed
and i can not condone
i only seek to be a better man
though the way isn't always clear
i do believe, i have, and still can
a changed man sits writing here
i'm not what i was "then"
years ago is not today
though maybe not a respectable man
i'm more okay, and just want to say
!@!%#$@^%#$% YOU!
thank you, thank you
woops, relapse!
Categories:
woops, recovery from...
Form: Prose Poetry