Up wake you when day a have ever ?
It fuck
saying like feel, just !
Monday my was
that planned things
other had cat
damn my but
in sleeping like
felt suppose I hot too
food sweating
up woke sleep much not
stomach my on
apparently food Indian does so,
know ya that does depression
away day my YouTubed
At least I have Tuesday to look drawrof to š
Yeah, back in 2009 I actually won a spicy corn cob eating contest at a local arts fair. It was the second and final time of my competitive eating days (prior in 2005 I tried a hot dog with bun and ate 2.5 in five minutes, the winner ate 35!)
I over ate and stuffed my face.
Said the man who came in first place.
Twelves cobs of corn inside.
Managed to keep it down.
The others had faces of frowns.
Later, in for a bumpy ride!
For me it would be
copacectic a word that
is far from poetic
Said too many times
to make itās speaker look
smart, whereas to me
their overuse makes
them look like an ignorant
old fart
Dedicated to a coworker whose initials, believe it or not, are TLC, that for which she is not. She will forever be remembered as that one person who drove my wife to a suicide attempt. That day things were far from copacetic.
Swill, garbage sewage plant
those words that you speak in
hush tones
makes me want to break your God Damn bones
Jarring ringing loud and
Clear fucking hypocrites not far but
NEARly over thanks for the anguish
from my head to my heart
pours like the blood I gouge from your orifices
with murderous Glee from finish to start
Four burnt to a crisp
heinous metamorphosis
That hatred has never left
a crescendo a sigh
I’m home now
meditation sounds right
or punch the bag to
let off steam
Nigel’s purr boosts my self esteem
I haven’t done one of these in a real long while. So this my entry for the Amused Poetry contest which can be found here.
šWEll HOW BOUT THAT I WON THIS LIL’ OLD CONTEST, YES I DIDš
Hi twiddily Dee hi twiddily Doe
I prance about and give it a go
Wearing nothing but
a well placed sock down below
my backside and top bits bask
about in a moonlit glow
hi diddle Dee hi diddle Dee do
with top hat and monocle
and a touch of class
How dare you speak of my big fat
ask me now I say to thee
I am but a man full of dignity
of Grace of flair
who cares if my sock is my frontal
Underwear
A middle e and a middle o
like a great catās meow
I must go
but not first without
leaving you with a taste of my riches
I remove my sock
to reveal my delicious
solid gold cocā¦.
Sorry gotta keep
the end PG
for the poetry Mrs š
Jay is an incredible poet and an artist in his own right check him out at https://artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/
I’m not a woman I’m sick of this.
How much more must I endure ?
will the magic number be 34 ?
my guess is more, more and more !
Do I carry myself softly ?
Yes I do, but the anger grows each day.
I no longer care to be nice when the ignorant have their say.
Perhaps genetically it’s low testosterone ?
After some research I see I’m not alone.
In this age of Trans-prevalance the hurdles feel harder.
I just wish people would wake up, and be a little smarter…
awake since four now
stooges at work
fix my floor
right ?
RIGHT !
FIX MY FLOOR !
STOOGES at work
awake since four now…
I love her mind body soul.
Love her life, admired like minded.
Her life admired, a rose basking.
Mind admired, a humanity is within.
Body like rose, is so glorious.
Soul minded, basking, within glorious God
**this is a square matrix style poem created by Lewis Carroll. It is the same by both column and row, six words to form a square. My square is slightly off because of the inclusion of commas. This style of poetry is incredibly challenging and complex to get everything to be coherent. Technically you can use any amount of words the more words used the more complex**
two word version ie.
Love God.
God above.
photo credit to Engin Akyurt via pexels
Darkness
consumes me
I am drowning
for every step forward
I take one hundred back
these walls are not my own
at a steady pace they crush me
baby steps man, baby steps…Not a quitter
I fight back, I push back, I break free…
Might be foggy on the outside, the inside bright light
