#boot
writhe under the boot,
a heel you were born to
its imprint pressed onto your cheek
a mark you'll bare no matter the distance
in the pursuit of liberty
in hopes of justice
just for a chance at happiness
where did our virtues go?
were there ever any at all?
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 1:42 AM UTC
This is a magic boot
Itβs really magic
if I am bored it takes me to my playground
If I am happy the boot is happy too
if l am sad the boot will make me happy
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
In the need of a loan,
Letβs meet some officers who must not a con.
Mr. Terrier, the senior one,
Always FRISKY and care for none.
The morning routine starts so early.
Trying to look DAPPER with hair curly.
The skin of brown and polished BOOT
I tried to look professional and cute.
The meeting started and Officer looks firm.
Presented us with all the loan term.
The terms we agreed and the agreement signed.
Now the chores are done and an assistant is assigned.
The assistant looks like as young LAD.
Hope he had all the experience and be true to our FACE.
The day went well and now time to sleep.
There must be some dream, waiting long deep.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
East or the west, Computer is Waste
Surrounded by mouse, Having no Taste
Operator is a fool, Is never ever Cool
Always in haste, Does Cut and Paste
Encounters error in memory, Shooks his Head
Filled with terror, Shakes his Neck
Restarts his computer, But in Vain
The computer Reports β 'Disk Boot Failure'
The operator restarts, again and again
But no more gains, only pain and pain
Hits the CPU with his Boots
But still the computer fails to Boot
Kicks the Monitor with his Boots
The Monitor Screen gets shattered
The operator gets an electric shock
Utters 'Good Bye World'
Long live the computer, In the Future
To send peoples to the lovely Heaven
Free of Cost β Free of Cost
By the way, If anyone finds himself in the Hell
Then just blame His Highness Great Charles Babbage
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
grave request
by Michael R. Burch
come to ur doom
in Tombstone;
the stars stark and chill
over Boot Hill
care nothing for ur desire;
still,
imagine they wish u no ill,
that u burn with the same antique fire;
for thereβs nothing to life but the thrill
of living until u expire;
so come, spend ur last hardearned bill
on Tombstone.
Keywords/Tags: Tombstone, Boot Hill, grave, headstone, death, doom, graveyard, morgue, final, payment, resting place
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
Goodbye old friend
it's time again
for me to buy another ferry
to watch the world go by in
the seasons have battered us both
I have wrinkles now
and so do you
You were there
when I looked down
to think about
what I'm goin through
However, the cow leather
weathered the summer's swelter for this long
but can't extend so we can march through winter together.
I'll never sink again into my bed
feet naked,
still thinking of made memories in spades
with you stinking there beside me
An echo of the chapter
where gravel patches have tried me
A step over the road
on the bridges burnt behind me
A leftover sound now
of wooden heels through worn rubber
ringing through the halls of a hospital
stomping to a "maybe I lost it all"
to watch the oxygen drop
stop and pray to promise
that I would pay any cost and bawl, waiting.
But now she's hardly "baby"
she's got so tall
She's staying on her shoes
cause she prefers more to walk than crawl
All I wanna say is I'm amazed at how the days have passed
marking time by boot step, loose in a haze to grasp
choosing every stride with a mind on the flash I have
while each second's shorter than the last.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
Congressman and senators forewent
all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers
and exhibiting the right to bare firearms
as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold
more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que
kind from lambastes, fisticuffs
and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee
said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and **** knee
stance when dire straits called for restraint
against excess versus raising cane old hickory
i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy
plus verve espoused by fellow delegates,
and his hologram ghost ******
from battle scars outside and/or inside
the halls of government where blows bashed
dovetailed elected legislators to officiate
as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed
Federalist against their nemesis
of the twenty first century
during the term of Donald Trump
who throve on the cutthroat frenzied
internecine lawlessness dashed
to and fro, hither and yon
any hopelessness for civilians to escape bloodshed
spilled from without vaunted halls of justice,
the approach of doomsday
writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed
with uproarious coup dβetat,
when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws
pistol whipped and hashed
tagged traitors who roared America
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed
when Donald Trump ran the country
into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue
in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed
like some sorority or fraternity house
left the sanctified righteous West Wing
with powder puffs sans canisters
of pepper spray, whereby
most docile, humble, and liberal took a page
from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing
at the root cause of melee by hurling objetβs dβart
at the pompous trump ping
Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons
rent asunder peoples against their king
the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks
against libertarian rubric that made America great
wantonly soup peer egg go whist tickly
reviving prejudices declared dead
from yesteryear and his attempt to bring
back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers
getting water boarded and aching
deigning to implement dictatorship
of the Proletariat as a capital idΓ©e fix
weaving together, the salient strengths
viz founding fathers credo gave licks
to King George, and now in an ironic
twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix
basket of deplorables further shamed
by being routed by the New York Nicks
sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries
with limping bodies spent like derricks
Oil used up and no place to go except
to keep Alice in Chains and
Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
A bullet
so small and strong
struck right where
my lungs met.
Embedded itself
this insult of occult
fake tidings riding on
elitist snobby attitudes.
A bullet
or was it an insult?
Either way, I am plummeting
towards humiliation street
with my tail between my legs.
A bullet
was that woman's sharp words
cutting through my skin
like a paper cut gone berserk.
She was a joplin spider
stuck in a ditch
and I should have
smashed her spindly
weak legged body
under my heavy black boots
creating an ugly stain
that looks like gunpowder
or left over oil
spilled over
with the utmost disrespect.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
Three days in,
And I must admit,
It's getting better,
Like they said it would.
However,
I have been using everything,
I have,
To keep that feeling of you,
Close to me.
Your clothes,
They still reek of you,
And the laundry soap your mother uses.
I keep the stuffed giraffe we won,
At the county fair,
On my night stand to remind me,
That you're coming home.
And I haven't yet washed my face,
I really know I ought to,
But your kiss is still on my cheek,
And I don't want to lose it.
All of our friends,
They've kept me company,
So I don't panic,
When your name doesn't pop up on my phone.
I check that **** thing so often,
You'd think I would stop,
But god **** it,
I'm hoping I'll wake up,
And none of this had happened.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
I couldn't breathe,
As I laid in a ball,
On my twin size bed,
Curled up on the side,
You used to lay on.
"Babygirl, don't cry."
You said all the time.
But saying that,
Would be the same,
As if I asked you not to go.
Both of which inevitable.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
Foot:
I've had enough
after being put down,
'tis time to raise up
turn things around.
***
I'm well constructed, sturdy
some would say,
I challenge you good sir
Boot away.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
We are obliged to almighty
For our food and shelter!
We are gratified our supreme
Who caring us
From the infinity of sky,
From the top of mountain,
From the intimate green of forest,
From the profound blue of water
For our vigour and glee!
Let us come up to
Sprawling green under the unwrapped sky
Craft it an asylum
For all of us
Implore to fortitude of Boori Boot
To live together!
Let us rejoice in concert
For spring and new cycle of harvest!
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
I am so disappointed...disappointed in love.
It had unlocked so many closed doors and exposed my eyes to beautiful sights.
It had my heart pounding out of excitement and my tummy in knots.
I would close my eyes and feel the warmth of your hug engulf me in its ecstasy...
Ecstasy defined as "a state of being carried away by an overwhelming emotion".
It felt like I was swept away...lifted off the ground and hung up to soak up this Love.
I had no reservations...since this love showed me sights I never knew existed.
It had my highest level of thought twisted in gold rims and candy floss...lost in the fairytale that always ends happily.
Love. Love. Love.
Words formed little bubbles of thrill all around my imagination.
Cushioning any doubt I might have. It smoothed the rough edges and made the difficult seem easy.
It had me looking forward to a life with you.
Looking forward to the fights and smiles, the laughter and cries.
I used to tell you your laughter brings so much joy to my heart...
Love. I have so many things to tell you. I have so much I want to share with you.
I am upset, disappointed...yet I am excited and I still love you, love.
When you came along I belonged to the fragile kind, the dreamy kind, those that believed in the impossible.
My heart got strengthened with each day, my poems building my broken soul.
I can still see you, every second blink has your wonderful face floating by.
I blink harder to try and remove any trace of you...
Love. Feels like you tore out my heart and smashed it against a high concrete wall.
You wore your biggest boot and kicked me in the guts, making me question if I truly deserve you.
Love. It had me writing endlessly about the golden embroidery you were adding to my tapestry.
Tapestry that details the path of my life...you my Love have been added onto my tapestry. Like it or not.
You are there, blending in with the adventures of my life.
I will remember you, forever think about you...Love, You willΒ Β settle in the depths of my being.
Stacked under the "Lost and never found".
Time to move....
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC