POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[freefall]

Unravel

When cats are bored
They take out
Balls of twine
And play with them
With their sly paws
Unwind the roll
Unravel the cords
Exposing the spools within
Bare naked
Yet open
Revealed
And
Smooth

 

[DonQuixote]

He's Baack from self-banishment,
at least for a bit,
and sharing his lyricism
he knows it's a hit!

I still have to get back into the groove
my head's been under a horse's hoove
I've fallen behind on my required reading
more hours in the day, alert, is what I'm needing.

It's good to see you back,
but don't be no hack.
Your schoolwork when it calls
will grab you by the balls
you must have need not lack
when in those hallowed halls.

 

[Lefty]

The boy was free falling
overload free balling
To be more than a nurse
Was his goal and curse
He got the great big school
Tried to be the total Mr. Cool
The boy was free balling
His grades free falling
His ego had to slip
Over his dick he had to trip
Caught him self just in time
A happy ending to this rhyme.
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Dude, I am proud of you. It hurt when you just disappeared,
but, that was us being selfish. The real hurt and the real part
of becoming an adult is making the choices that do NEED to be
made, not choosing to just make do.

FK, when you are down or depressed or feeling ambivalent and
irrelevant maybe, you have a friend (pathetic slob) in Western New
York and another (golden haired surfer dude) in the United State
of Californicatia. What more could a young guy need or want.......
okay, okay....spare me the details, just smile pretty. (top secret code
to be sent in top secret fashion) Take care buddy.

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

I would like to know the meaning of your lovely poem if you choose to dispense such cherished knowledge.

In the meanwhile, here's some improvised shit.

Flower of Sour

Trope of Tantalus sows flower of sour
"Bye" before hi sows flower of sour
s'sadiM celibacy sows flower of sour
Rather be wrong sows flower of sour

Deja vu-vous blooms flower of sour
Half full... of shit blooms flower of sour

Half emptied blooms flower of sour
Past last straw blooms flower of sour

Wallflower blooms due to salt of wounds

Counting yolks before cracked is flower of sour
Seeing it coming is flower of sour
Knowing y'all are going is flower of sour
Crispy crunch of calming calamity is flower of sour

Inverse of worse is delayed curse
But pitter of bitter showers flower of sour

... Damn, I need therapy, don't I...

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Lefty, are you still reading your comments?

Git on it.

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Can I write a poem? Yes
Should I? Uhhhh

Because... because... I fucking deserve it. There!


The, no SOME, other day...
Yes, that anti-matter-of-fait,
Y'all walked away
Sans savoir avoir fait
With the best of me

Save to see what's left of me
Y'all couldn't've had much heft of me
As not much given to regret of me
Regifted to Glad bags to forget of me
Save the worst of me still left to say

I Told Me So

Well I did!
I didn't tell me y'all was coming
But I told myself from a mile away y'all is going
All without so much as y'all even knowing

Told me that y'all'd simply saunter off
With that me on y'all's lips
On y'all's narcissus born and bearing hips
On y'all's unattended jams in toes and tips
But most certainly not on any y'all's minds
Unwittingly sprinkling crumbs of my hopefully-hopeless-used-to-be-me-ness
Half-sale whored to desperate denizens of their abhorred floor
My hag-luster love, lust and like now in equilibrium with the lukewarm nothing y'all have for me
My
Kiss of pso'ass as y'all passed blast
My
Me less equal to people feeble
My
Throat pried, dried swallowing y'all's pride
My
(Un)prized custom sized band-aid lies
My
Hold of tongue till numbed dumb
My--
GODDAMMIT
--
"THATTIMEITOLDY'ALLABOUTMYSECRETSTASHLOCKERCOMBOANDANDY'ALLJUSTTRADEDTHOSENUMBERFORCOOLERWEATHERFRIENDS"
-and-
"THATTIMEIWENTOVERALLFIVEQUESTIONSETSWITHY'ALLJUSTTOHAVEY'ALLCATCHTHENEXTSHUTTLEAWAYFROMMYNEED"
-and-
"THATTIMEISTAYEDUPWITHY'ALLALLNIGHTBEFORETHEEXAMTOTALKY'ALLOUTOFY'ALL'SOWNSTUPIDITYJUSTTOHAVEY'ALLNOTEVENASKHOWIDIDHOWIDOHOWIWOULDDO"
-and my-
"THATTIMEONJUBIPM'EDY'ALLLIKEY'ALLWERETHEONLYONESSTAYINGUPPASTMYTIMEZONETOMAKEY'ALLFEELPRETTYJUSTTOHAVEMEFADETOSOMETRANSLUCENTCOLORLESSCOLORICAN'TEVENNAME"

But most importantly

NOT

My
I Told Me So
I Told Me So
Ngizitshelila...
Me conte...
Jibun wo iidashita...
Me dizei...
Je m'ai dit...
"So"
I Told Me So
I Told Me So
GODDAMMIT
I STILL HAVE MY I TOLD ME SO
God bless the child what told his damn self so

Told my damned self that:

"This a test of the non-emergent urgency broadcast system:
This is a trick. This is a trick. You will have been tricked.
You are the trick. You are a trick.
How dare you think there is a you worth thinking?
There is nothing here for you. You are nothing here save for me.
Hold onto me because I may not be all you need,
But I'm damn skippy the best you can keep.
Hold up your head with some shred of pride
As we call the bomb falls all still miles high.
Or blue balls at night
From lust at first sight
Or the happily never after
Before the first chapter
Or "Bye, bitch"
From "Hi, hech"
Or this poetic injustice
From the first couplet
As long as yours comes as due
Remember it was deja vu et vu et vu
and
Thank me very much and have a... day."

But hey, nothing holed should stay
My best made way so my worst could find May
After declaring morale bankruptcy
I invest in I Told Me So with self-interest
Hey, one day I may break bank with I Told Me No, buy a ticket to win I Told Y'all, Go.

And next when I tell me so,
I might just listen.

Damn I am not happy with this poem. Then again, I'm not supposed to be.

 

[freefall]

The left hand is also right
When he struggles through the fight
A rhythmic jingle does the send
Along with kisses, down he bend
The exile is painful, yet a must
But don't judge me a maso of lust
Don't cry for me as I'm not away
Far can I go but never stray

Thanks Lefty. I read your comment of my blog and Don also informed me about your loss. You know you can shoot me a message I'll be happy to reply (though on busier days, it may take several days to reply).

 

[Lefty]

Wennie, Freebie..........

This is really Uncle Donnies venue and Shits Too or the Auto licker should
be here taliking to you but they appear to be tied up (no you kinky little
bastards, not like that). I ain't got their high spread educations, I got
my learning in the street.....not the CLASSroom.

So, until the nabobbies get free...you'll have to make do with me.

Boys, I like your work. The extended prose of wennie this time and the short
insight by freebie. You both paint visuals that have life. The concepts...even
when not first hand experiences of the reader...pulse, they don't wallow on
in pomp or dignity. You both, handling different subjects, brought a visceral
imaging to the forefront......no tea and biscuits, more like a chili mac or red hot
and no fries.

Good job guys, good job.

I'm glad we aren't in competition.....my virgin ass would still be virgin but the
tattered flesh surrounding would tell an eloquent tale.

 

[Lefty]

Signals

Signals blue
are words too

They can speak
the hearts leak

My eyes gone blank
the lids were sank

The hugs were not there
home or anywhere

The ass was so dead
while laid in your bed

Signals blue
that came true.

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I dunno

 

[Lefty]

We

That screaming fit
well, we had it

that slinging shit
well we did it

That baseball game
well, we threw it

That babys name
well, we picked it

That shared life time
well, we saw it

That like this rhyme
well, I killed it

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uh....how you like me now

 

[freefall]

Wilting Weed

Veils around the mills
Toxic waste, the sick
Ah, roots shrivel, fail to nourish
Ah, bodies dry and crumble

Shadows of willows
Anywhere near the fair
Pull out the misery
Just when it tortures, not kills

A weed above the salty earth
Merely survive, yet can die not
Oh, silent tears fall, wet the cruel day
Oh, flowers on graves scorched by the sun

Ah! The little pure hearts inside slain
Damaged by myriad festering cavities
Healed not, cured not, treated not
And become handicaps, then obstacles

Oh, the cumbersome who are persistent
Oh, the capricious who will not back out
Why keep battling when it is endless?
Your resistance is found to be futile

Ah! My pain is mine always
Cannot be shared, cannot be halved
Give me poison or strangle me to death
Or just ease this angst from my bone!

In this burning desert
Where impostors implant
Plots and traps to torment souls
And vanishes oasis to put the weed out

Oh, I sense a blade covered in blood
Ah, the hell freezes in another century
Ah, are there any differences for me?
Oh, alas!

 

[Officialposter]

You kept me Waiting...


Here
With discontent
Hoping you come in
Nervously
Peeking elsewhere
Behind a curtain
Biting nails
Anticipating worse and
It hurts
My heart pounds
Tears burn
You’re not concerned
With
Gestures made
This bed
So must lay
May we join
Someday
Still out
Can barely smile
Once again
Love’s astray
At another's house
Old now
On time
Think God
Is by my side
​

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Nice one (not-so) newbs. The phrasal brevity and blank verse avoid the "break up poem" cliche that would keep this poem from shining as it so deserves.

BLAH!!!

There will be no more Aida for Toki

Like Icarus time flies
Lately well beneath the sky blood red
As clocks as balls
Against cul-de-sac walls
In past smash of (h)Our glass
Trace trends of undead end

I am crawling out of time

This time not able minded from so much running
In this race and rage against time to kill time once for all times
Time will lose all that fucking speed because speed will lose time

So there will be no acceleration of doom
So there will be no nowhere-ward velocity or tangled strangle of angled velocity
Just displacement of me from y'all's world, simple and scalar,
Leaving you with no numbly exercised power here
As there will be no times for times

Times for wants
Times for needs
Though hell if there was ever times for please

Times for two
Though still time for tea
Times for y'all to not have times for me

Times for y'all
Times for we
Now time for first person quantum singularity

Times for work and
Times for serve
Now time for loads dumped from last nerves

Times for cheap
Times for free
Now times for rights to get bought out by me

Times for care
Times for feel
Replaced by times for sleep and meals

Times for do and
Times for say
Now time to be, jibun de dake ii

Oh my, my mai "ii" ja nai
But nine to five's fine
If five to nine's mine
Until nine to five five to nine unbinds

Until then...

Counting the revolutions till there are no more years
Counting the moons till there are no more months
Counting the suns till there are no more days
Counting the existential groans until there are no moments.

Counted the signs till there were no times for lines of this poem.

IT'S SO DAMN COLD IN THE DEEEEE!!!!!!!

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

A mismatch for Ana Molly:

So she sits
And she stares
Waiting for a reason to care

But she won't
They never did
Cheers to daze she's over her shit

See
She be what peeps won't see
She creeps life's back alleys
She just invisiwoman

Well
They just don't know what to call her
So they don't call-her-at-all her
She just sweet Ana Molly
Twixt not at all and possibly

Safely maybe baby

Cause
She be what she don't be
She be where she don't be
She be how she don't be
She be when she don't be
She be why she don't be

Grabs her notes
And she leaves
Out neath the strobe lit eve

Little math
Little chem
Does her better than Greek or French

See
Her life philosophy
To be least piece of she
She saves pieces for peace

While
They just don't know what to call her
So they don't call-her-at-all her
She just lone Ana Molly
Tween not at all and possibly

Safely maybe baby

As
She be what she don't be
She be where she don't be
She be how she don't be
She be when she don't be
She be why she don't be

She finds the train
None could claim
If just her world were the same

Pays her fair
And she's gone
As far as her longing prolonged

See
She, loving misanthropy
One as none we are to be
She just peaces last piece

Well
They just ain't knew what to call her
So they ain't call-her-at-all her
She just free Ana Molly
From not at all and possibly

Safely maybe baby

Now
She'd be, but now she's free

 

[Lefty]

Some one can be an ill wind

and still blow somebody good.

Sometimes older guys do tend

to taste better than they should
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If you find it much to hard to swallow,

Here's the Golden rule for you to follow

Squeeze, fondle, shake..gulp the meat

Makes it so much easier when you go to eat

Drink it all down and wear a sweet smile

Then start it all over in a little while.

 

[Lefty]

Some people beg to be sued

My people beg to be screwed

After a long and sloppy lick

That they have applied to my dick

They want all my jizz

Stuffed up their biz.
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This is only Sunday

Hardly an any fun stay

Few come out and want to play

Fewer even with a word to say

Bow your head and let us pray

That tomorrow might be gay
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as you can plainly see
rhyme is just so easy
come on and try ghibli.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose penis was so incredibly lengthy that he could actually put his mouth on it with very little effort

 

[Quality Street]

Your Drunken Call

My dad comes back after a night with the boys,
He stumbles around, falls to the ground, swearing aloud,
He breaks a window, causes a crash, it draws a crowd.

O Father, O Dad what have you done?
You're scaring us all, you're scaring us all.
Your rage is rising and it's just begun,
Your drunken call, your drunken call.

Ushered to bed, my Mum stands her ground,
He punches her back, he gives her a whack, a deafening crack,
Her tears pierce through me, his grunts alert me to this violent attack.

O Father, O Dad what have you done?
You're scaring us all, you're scaring us all.
Your rage is rising and it's just begun,
Your drunken call, your drunken call.

I sneak back down to do what I can,
I peek round the door, my Mum's on the floor, 'You fucking whore!'
Perhaps I'd gone mad but I screamed at my Dad and he said 'She deserved even more!'

O Father, O Dad what have you done?
You're scaring us all, you're scaring us all.
Your rage is rising and it's just begun,
Your drunken call, your drunken call.

He grabs his booze and goes out for a fag,
I look at her head... Watched on as she bled... I knew she was dead,
My tears drown my face as me and Mummy embrace as I wonder 'why not me instead?'

O Father, O Dad what have you done?
You scarred us all, you scarred us all.
You've lost your wife, and now your Son,
Your drunken call, your drunken call.

 

[wenchine-mahtapasikan]

Your Drunken Call

My dad comes back after a night with the boys,
He stumbles around, falls to the ground, swearing aloud,
He breaks a window, causes a crash, it draws a crowd.

O Father, O Dad what have you done?
You're scaring us all, you're scaring us all.
Your rage is rising yet it's only just begun,
Your drunken call, your drunken call.

Ushered to bed, my Mum stands her ground,
He punches her back, he gives her a whack, a deafening crack,
Her tears pierce through me, his grunts alert me to this violent attack.

O Father, O Dad what have you done?
You're scaring us all, you're scaring us all.
Your rage is rising yet it's only just begun,
Your drunken call, your drunken call.

I sneak back down to do what I can,
I peek round the door, my Mum's on the floor, 'You fucking whore!'
Perhaps I'd gone mad but I screamed at my Dad and he said 'She deserved even more!'

O Father, O Dad what have you done?
You're scaring us all, you're scaring us all.
Your rage is rising yet it's only just begun,
Your drunken call, your drunken call.

He grabs his booze and goes out for a fag,
I look at her head... Watched on as she bled... I knew she was dead,
My tears drown my face as me and Mummy embrace as I wonder 'why not me instead?'

O Father, O Dad what have you done?
You're scaring us all, you're scaring us all.
Your rage is rising yet it's only just begun,
Your drunken call, your drunken call.

Wow... you OK?

 

[Lefty]

I dropped him a line in another thread wennie.

maybe you could give him a p/m......he is young

and might feel a bit more comfy with a younger

bud at first. BTW, I nicknamed him Quals, that other

is too damn formal and hey you kinda cold....s