#jolly
They asked me what I did on my week off
I told them I was busy out front, yea! I was busy shining my ideals
Making them look nice and pretty and prim
All the people passing they'd look in and say in admiration
"My! you got such lovely looking ideals"
I'd smile and nod back knowingly
When they'd gone however I'd go in my back room
I'd smile again then I'd hoist my Jolly Roger.
(Every morning for breakfast I eat a big bowl of moral fibre
Then I mount my pulpit to lecture everyone
"Woe onto you if you do this, woe unto you if you do that"
But during the night when it's quiet and there's no one about
I sneak down the stairs and...ha!ha! I raid the refridgerator).
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
jolly coke cans racked;
shoppers go quietly by -
all bubbly inside.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 11:03 PM UTC
In the midst of jolly red
I alone stood bit distant,
Aloof, and somewhat lonely
Merry is just an arms reach
Yet that gap felt like light-years
Among the crowd, I'm not one
I chose to let the cold seep
It built me my apathy
Supressing both joy and tears
But what sealed can be unsealed,
A hint of warm, long lost love
And I'll wish for stars collide.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 1:47 PM UTC
Sitting by the fire on Christmas Eve,
It's too cold for T-shirts so we wear warm sleeves,
The weather is cold, roofs turned to frost,
The air is crisp, keeping our feet toasty in socks,
Watching jolly movies, Elf, Home Alone, Jack Frost,
Letting out our inner child,
For some, it can be lost.
Puddings, cakes, and mince pies,
Turkeys to be cooked,
By the time Christmas comes around the whole house will be booked,
Rushing, buying, decorating,
This day will be off the hook.
Lights are seen from house to house,
Trees and stars on top,
Going downtown to purchase things,
Running round every shop,
Looking like a National Lampoon,
Christmas music on nonstop.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 4:47 PM UTC
The air was turning crisp,
It was frosty outside,
People wore their cozy coats,
Their was a sparkle in everyone's eyes,
The fireplace was lit,
Some sat by the fire,
Snowflakes started falling from the sky,
From up a little higher.
Beanie hats were bought,
Some preferred some with bobbles on the top,
Everyone was running round from shop to shop.
A few golden lights,
Were seen from the streets,
A woman lit a candle,
& placed her hands above the heat.
A robin landed on her wall,
Just outside her house,
The sign of winter on its way,
November is nearly out.
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
i can barely keep my eyes opening
listening to everyone whine about inane ****
that they'll do really nothing to change
are you really going to quit vaping?
really?
stop your drinking?
finally get "in-shape?"
what's this years resolution?
guess what man, i don't ******* care
keep it to yourself, i could give a ****
do something for others
selfish *****
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
a word hasn’t been spoken since,
humble abode, you ever seem?
exchanging praises and jolly sins,
with a mouth full of lies
what does that mean?
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
Smithereens
we,
with, on, a truck’s van
speeding scrapping,
alas, vagabond voyage ceiling
Well, astral jumping from a car /cinnamonned sun/
isn’t hard then I see, creek
We,
the cloak, the moment and me the contracting,
a book of flights spread open, we
a discarding,
as its wing from gold smothered in
most blue sky and a red sign towards
embarking to a new life/face encrusting
Joy, lazy, lounged,
like a banjo in its autumn on a porch jiggly slouch,
strings light freeze at wind, clasp, then step up and
as the hitchhiker dance.
Amèlie, I caught your sound!
your theme, lastly away,
the accordion’s as of now met,
adopted in a knee’s set,
one leg around the other a mess.
Hanging springs of it, at edge.
Maroon,
eyes currently in wood carved,
steampunk clogs, clads there
fine.
Mellow,
whole body a cello,
from boots with folly drunk
through wood prolonging curved
to the “f”s at the end of ideas and
caramel hair known as falling leaves’
place.
This
will
be
a
great
something.
Laid open!
Further!
Hitter!
Onward higher!
Off,
so off
we
go
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 7:23 AM UTC
I have found her
I finally found her
the distinct enchanting singing
which allures even the
perpetually frightened birds
to her crimson magnet lips.
once in it, there is no return
once in it, you wouldn't want to return anyway.
where the beads evaporate
through the dulcet clouds
only to fall onto your rampant seas again
she eludes nature
yet still acts in concert
befouls all my sorrows
So they cannot see ahead of me.
for what I love is rather bleak
unless it slips between the nets
of her silken mouth,
ensnaring my body
like the ever patly fog does
in the cold mid-spring morning.
I can't spot me, let alone her
I long to see her
but sharing the trait of a jolly sun
confines me to marvel her
'least I can hear the guiding caroling
leading my chained up limbs
to an old long farscaped gate
proliferated with strong green tendrils
that took such good care of it
as if they knew, that I would arrive
one day
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
My heart is pierced by cupid
An angelic maid of Rome
There ain't nothing that can console me
But my jolly sailor boat
Alone in my room
Staring up on the roof
There came this gem of sailors
Who interrupted my moody mood
We set out on a sail
To the Atlantis depth unknown
Praying we live to tell the tale
Of our trip to yo-ho-ho
Heave ** all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Now we dive; far from land
Where we never shall die.
We dive through the storm
In cold and thunderous rain
There ain't nothing that make we stop
Even though we may never return again
We hoist the colours high
Not for some useless glittering gold
We're pirates of higher rank
We only dine for yo-ho-ho
Freedom is yo-ho-ho to me
I'm ah slave to land no more
It isn't gold that call me to the sea
But the freedom to do what I love
From the sea of thousands ghommids
To the ocean of ice and cold
We roam, high and low
Hoping we'll soon get to dine at home.
We danced on the deck
While the music is playing
and the breeze has the helm
Of the fine lady swaying
We dreamed of been kissed
By the beautiful maid of calipso
We had nightmares of abandon-ship
Crushed by the horn of Davy-Jones
If this ship has to sink
I'll be there to watch it crash in slow motion
I'll hold the anchor at the hip
As I get drowned beneath the ocean
So forget not how we rise
to the tide of sea and river
We are the Atlantic knight
For we are not a sinner
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
Have you ever felt the rain on your cheeks
smelling like a burgundy rose in the sunlight?
Or the fear that drives away the fire for weeks
from your soul, brought by the zephyr of the night?
Have you ever read the unwritten letters
with the wandering feather of the folly,
about the predicted destinies in sweaters
and the voiceless hearts who forget to remain jolly?
Have you ever seen the floating married couples
searching for their star in the clouds, up in the sky,
how they are looking for dizzying touches and chuckles
while writing their love on white sheets, in the hot July?
Have you ever heard the sharpened words,
the ones with hidden or multiple meanings,
how the blind hopes are torn apart by swords
bringing up bitter enigmas and bad feelings?
I did. I felt all of this. I've seen all of this.
How I was smashed in million pieces by the pain,
and yet, I believe Life will give me another kiss.
It'll get better one day, even if it's trying to rain.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
Fa-la, la-la, figging-la!
Deck your halls, don't skimp on the holly.
It's the season to be jolly -
Shelve you woes, wrap up your ills,
use your credit, put off the bills.
Follow us for merry pleasure,
you know we're all in this together.
It's just started, it's one long trial,
but we'll get through it, just fix that smile.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
the air has called winter's name
hot cocoa nights in our future
bundle up and light a fire
Christmas carols play as we fill the house with festive spirit
maybe next year i guess
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
We, the teens of the new era,
Are quite different.
Maybe this is just self obsession,
But whatever,
I know for sure,
That this generation is
Surely different.
We are mature more than we should be
We are childish even more.
We are not sure about our next step
Neither that our life is sorted,
At least that’s how we see it.
It is indeed puzzled.
We dream so big unlike our predecessor
And then again, at the same time we
Just want to leave the battle at the age of 16.
We are so much energetic
To think of ourselves as the next Einstein
And at the same time we are as lazy as a sloth.
We like to write carelessly
Much like me
And then again we think a lot before posting it
Thinking it wouldn’t remain as beautiful
After this moment will be gone.
But then again, I know we are so lazy
to even consider the very idea of wasting our effort
that we have put into
writing the piece.
so posting this currently,
without even considering the mistakes
that would have been commited.
Without considering
the reaction of the event.
That’s exactly how we are,
Carefree.
Jolly, happy, poetic,
Philosophical moreover.
What, I know only this much that,
We surely are DIFFERENT.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Every day I feel as if I am on the verge of tears
All of a sudden I start crying without a reason
My mascara always smears
I am supposed to be jolly, you know 'tis the season
But my heart cannot handle it anymore
I believe that I have become one of the heartbroken
Because he used to be the one who said "I love you more"
As you know, I am no longer taken
But all my tears are not because of him, I hope
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
Fireworks are sure to pop, fizz, and bang
Drinks are sure to be passed around
Getting the happy people
Drunk
Jolly
And stupid
The New Year is sure to be good;
Resolutions are made
Never to be resolved
Promises are made to break
The last words of this Year will be
Goodbye. It's been a great one
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
Happy
Think happy
Think happy thoughts
Joy.
What is joy?
Joy is having friends and family
Ones who care about you
Who nurture you in your time of need
Yeah.
They want to see you grow
Soar high in the sky
Not try and hinder you
Nailing you to the ground damaging your wings
They wish to see you smile not frown
Dance around like your a child
Be yourself
That is joy correct or am I wrong
Ehh who cares that's still what I'm going to do
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC