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Kyle Sep 2013
Of stern strength and brawns I have none,
The great ape would have had me dismantled,
Of wisdom and intelligence I have none,
The wise owl can outshine my light bulb,
A world too big for me to take head on,
Quite elusive in the animal kingdom,
What am I?
A pigment altering rascal,
Amongst the shadows,
But a hint of rainbow overshadowing the meadow and those I deem mellow,
A cerebral among you numb skulls,
I am the Chameleon.
My name is Draco.
I may be slow in progress but I have the heart of Quetzalcoatl.
My animal totem
Joseph Childress Oct 2010
You a crook,
I’m crime,
I pay
You do time
You a cook
I’m the recipe
Which lasts longer?
And careful what you cook
You’ll live a lot longer
And careful what you butch
I think that beef gone bad
Careful how you cook the cow
It might have gone mad
And careful customers
Who prefer pig feet,
Even you muthafucka’s
Have to watch what you eat
Gluttony is for pigs,
Watch for the swine fleet!
Why the waiter waiting?
And why yo mouth watering?
Wanna chop me up and cook me?
Just to be
Too scared to eat me
See, I hate it when animals claim to be cannibals
But really,
Can a bull be a cannibal
If it ate a can of bulls
****, You full of bull
And everybody smell you
You need another helping
And no one can help you.
What the waiter waiting on?
You need to pump break-fast,
And if you need a few tips,
I got abt 10 for yo ***,
So take a sitting
And listen
To every word that was written,
1. Careful what you say, make sure it makes sense
2. Talk to men when they’re there, Never *****
3. Zip ya lips, even if you hate, Never Snitch
4. Quality over Quantity, know which is which
5. Real men prefer gold on their chain, not bronze
6. Brain put man on top of the food chain, not brawns
7. Make runs for the guys, Never gun for the dolls,
8. But even guys tell lies to make it to the sky,
Look up “Icarus”,
He died tryna fly
9. But if your wings aren’t made of wax,
You won’t fall, over pride.
10. Get a new job
If you don’t like the pay,
Cuz if yo *** was expectin change,
I got 1 .45

Listen, You a crook,
I’m crime,
I pay
You do time
You a cook
I’m the recipe
Tell me which lasts?
This is diff from my typical poems, loosely based off true events in my life
cleann98 Aug 2018
i am not
science
or
maths
or english.
not
of medicine
or engineering
or managenent

neither academic
nor vocational

i do not
belong
to white
or blue
or yellow
not
even
black

not
brains
not
brawns

i do not speak
of any jargon
not
professional
not
unpronessional

my place
is placeless.
my trace
is traceless.


colorless
formless.

only
a
breath breathing
human being


inhaling
the same air
of socrates
or lao tzu
or alcibiades

exhaling
the air
for more
thinkers
and
tinkerers

i am my past
and my future is i
no matter
who i was
or who i choose to be.

i will be
because career guidance week at school atm
btw based on one of my favorite works
ArthurDKid Aug 2015
Once a peaceful village
where hearts could sing in content
Attacked and abused by drones
beauty and order ***** and destroyed

take your guns and sabers
Today we **** the drones
Ring the bells, use the finger of brawns
Hope the force is with the admins
been away from hp and found these spammers. not sure if late with the news.

drones:
http://hellopoetry.com/ridhi/
http://hellopoetry.com/babaji/
http://hellopoetry.com/asafdhji/
Khrome Aug 2018
Loner, Weird and Timid that's how people address me. If not in the upper left corner sit in our school auditorium where nobody can notice, you can find me behind the farthest shelf in the library. It's not because I'm hiding or something. It's just for me, being alone is convenient.

Loneliness is my Sanctuary, my Haven, my Paradise, or so I think. I don't really mind. I'm happy with the presence of every character in the stories that I read. I'm already preoccupied with enough drama, excitement and adventure that I get in the different worlds that I've been in the comfort of this bench in the bleachers or the behind of this shelf.

If the cosmos requires me to interact with my fellow **** sapiens, I often do nothing to caught their attention. The last time i was in this realm I'm in the middle of name calling by those so called "Alphas" that think that they're so great. I even got bruises when one of them pushed me. I don't mind. I won't be in this realm for long anyway. Once this is all done I will be again in the comfort of my Sanctuary, fighting alongside the allied force for the safety of the Galaxy.

Endure it, endure it, don't fight back, use your brain rather than brawns, you can't defeat them in brawl just endure this until they got bored. Whew, this is harder than the ambush that  the alliance experience when they were in the asteroid belt. But I can do this. I'm just a little bit dizzy and a bit hurt mostly in my head, wait what's this? Blood? That stupid alpha gotten too far. I must evacuate. I must..

Where am I? Where is this?
"So you're awake now cadet." Who's that? "You've fallen unconscious on the ambush in the asteroid belt but now you're awake" what? The last thing I remember is that I'm in the middle of the bloodthristy alpha in our school ground. I guess I'm a cadet of the alliance now. I don't get it but at least I'm in the happy place now.
Bullying. More of a short story rather than poem.
MarkTheGr8 Mar 2014
Am I really trapped, or is it a prison of my mind?
I try to run, but my body stops moving.
My mind wanders across the planet,
I can sense the vast wilderness.
A need to experience it all comes over me.
Yet I stay imprisoned here.
Caught in a cage forged by force.
Too strong for me to break,
too small for me to ignore.
It is what I want, but so far I can't.
Unsuccessful; I punish myself.
In vain, I try, I push, I pull,
but my brain beats my brawns.
I'm stuck, entrapped.
If I had the strength, I'd tear apart the shackles,
the shackles that keep me locked away.
If i had the courage, I'd break off the chains,
I would explore the Earth.
Ascend the cliffs, descend the seas.
Travel with the sun to the west,
continuing to the east.
Flee heat to the arctics,
follow to the tropics.
I'd run in the deserts,
jump into the oceans.
I'd run in the jungles,
and dive into the skies.
Disappear from my grave
and appear in the world.
To see, to hear.
To smell, to taste.
To feel, to live.
Never again in fear.
This poem has a spin-off entitled "I Will Explore": http://hellopoetry.com/poem/633398/i-will-explore/
Verdant Quo Nov 2018
With iron in our blood and water in our eyes
It’s hard to explain why death we cannot defy

Because the metal that’s made us is just rearranged dirt and dust
As we as a society are ****** forward by scientific wanderlust

Perpetual drive to figure out what is human while forgetting to be a person
But the human condition worsens as we evolve to a certain urban version

A claimed advanced people with brain and brawns for power
It becomes easy to forget nature’s showers; the trees and flowers

Never forget your origins. Never forget where you come from
The Earth that made you isn't just a drum for you to beat with your thumb

With iron in our blood and water in our eyes
We lose our elemental touch as the world continues to cry
Madam Ot
is the queen of my heart
She loved me the most
right from the start
She protects me with her might
and draws me out of sight
She commands a strong army
of bishops, knights, rooks, and pawns
Defeating all our enemies
brains and brawns
But sometimes she has to go
and make some sacrifice
To keep me safe from our foe
attacking from side to side
In the end the kingdom wins
even without its queen
For duty is more important than love
Madam Ot, the Queen of my Heart.
Delon Bayley Sep 2018
We think in our minds                                   No scar,zit,or mark
Of the person we want to be             To ruin the image you think
A person so sublime                            Knocks people out the park
The kind only we can see                    And makes their heart sink
My dad to me is perfect                           Atheletic,smart,and cool
A man who is great                                All traits you want to have
Very explicit                                                 Never acting like a fool
A ten is his rate                                    Like running with great calves
Our brains can produce                             To be perfect yourself
The person you desire                                    The best you can
To be not so loose                         Always stay high above the shelf
And so hot your on fire                         And also have a plan
Brawns and looks are one                       So nobody is perfect
You wish to possess                                  That's always a fact
But your still not done                           Everyone gets ticked
You want more never less                   Pride you musn't lack
Yenson Jun 2022
And from go you fight ***** twice over and ever
your trodden paws bleeds
Faceless aerated heads devouring masters voice
hunger guts your anger
Your inheritance a pittance soured in benevolence
mining salty dusts names
In foggy minds prancing in brawns breathing fire
asphyxiating blanched soot
venerating your helium orbs of vainglorious putsch

And so you fight ***** from your bequeathed dirt
the inglorious sermons
from your indistinguishable linages from the pits
Your tuneless despair
rings from your eunuchs shrews and your Fagins'
You spew irascible ditties
posturing legless from your cabals of marked cards
the yesterday's Bolsheviks
Always dysfunctional bridesmaids never the brides
i'm a maniacal insomniac
and i don't ******* know how to act
you ask if i'm the brains or brawns,
but it's innocence i ******* lack

hacking, coughing, left and right
i'm vomiting up blood all night
bile and last night's spaghetti shows up
like little worms, it's a ******* sight

maybe i'm sick
or you're just being a ******* ****
i say i'm fine
is that a crime?
i'm just running out of time...
For: Huxley Densen, Jenny Thoma, Sigrid Mathiesen, Alistair Cadger

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