#pow
spells of spelling hissy fits,
is relieving or reliving the
for-the-word
that the brain searches
to no avail,
a distraughting travail.
and you know what it is
that destroys you,
peacefully by piece-fully,
destroys, be-fiddled
befuddled,
we huddle up
with my the legislative of my
body-parts,
each an equal state,
under my federal jurisdiction,
that no one needs to obey,
they all renegade from the
obvious
and,
the answer plain,
*in the reliving,
there is no relieving,*
no rescue mission,
on the way,
nope,
no rescue for this
poet losing his
own way
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
Other words for a sunset or evening piece
how we enwrap-per,
code our prayers,
write our music,
for the moments every eye
shares,
when sunset bids us bye
in a Glorioso
romantic contemplation
when auteurs and nature
bid us a colored scope for viewing
thru which we may see our
sweet dreams come from
within the heavens,
in one single
language
and weep with pleasure at this
blessed unification
~~~~~
While "serenade" is the direct counterpart, other terms and literary forms evoke the sunset and evening, including:
Nocturne: A musical piece inspired by the night, often romantic and contemplative.
Vesper: A term for evening prayers or a song sung in the evening.
Evening song: A general term for a song or poem composed for the evening.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
“WACHOW” I go, to dummy
Ready for a fight
“KACHOW” I slap the ‘squito
Now no more bug bite
“WACHOW” an angry Bobbo
When enemy’s in sight
“KACHOW” goes angry Bobbo
A happy boi tonight :)
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
I'm not here to tell you why or how.
I'm just here to help you through when life goes POW!
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
The rapid fire of a printer,
Can rip a soul to shreds,
At 9:00AM some think it’s ten,
While others just forget,
One by one we hold our ground,
With nowhere to retreat,
Our fingers march in unison,
To the sound of the same beat,
Poor young Bobby's in the corner,
Still trembling in his boots,
This is no place for tender hearts,
For that is what we shoot,
12:00PM - Swallow regret,
With ramen in a bowl,
A busy stomach helps to keep,
The mind off starving souls,
Fly back now birdie, it's 12:30,
There's been a breach of internet,
We all break rank and start to yell,
"Run for your cigarettes!"
Let's pull ourselves together now!
There's glory to be had,
They say our names will live forever,
When sales aren’t too bad,
4:00PM - It’s time again,
To reassess our plan,
All team leaders to the front,
In chains of old command,
Let’s push a little further now,
Eyes on the prize of screens,
We'll break our backs, our necks, and wrists,
But we will never break routine!
6:00PM - We did it men!
Victory is here,
Now how about we celebrate?
With laughs and ice cold beer,
But wait a second, look out there!
The enemy’s not through,
I know they’re all too young to die,
But killing children is what we do,
Another round. What say you, men?
Let’s not forget our cause,
We've found so many bodies here,
Yet all the minds are lost,
Now brace yourselves for madness,
Thoughts of discharge from your desk,
For delusion earns no payment here,
And hopes are kept in check,
And should you ever dare to wander,
Then you too shall go berserk,
With visions of a POW,
A Prisoner Of Work.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
Oof
Ow
You got me.
What now
Tss
Ah
What a
crushing
blow.
Mm
Yah
You showed me
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
We went we saw.
We fought we died.
Some came home.
But changed for life.
From beating hearts within our chest.
And terrors that haunt us to our death.
Were broke were beaten.
Bullied and scared.
We stand together.
From lands afar.
My cover hits the ground my boots in the sand.
A brand new day in a brand new land.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
A sing of
super ace
amazing beyond measure;
little fantastic you
with all the drops of treasure.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
Death is an amusing mistress
We need only remember her presence
To fully enjoy her absence
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
She's got a mental health record as clean as a POWs,
She's got a back as strong as a spinally wounded veteran,
She's as emotionally distressed as a seventy-four year old widow,
She's as healthy as the man in the Bible with leprosy.
She appears to the naked eye as young and vibrant,
She comes across as asthetically pleasing to the eye when naked,
She looks like a put together young woman, but on the inside
She's crumbling more and more with every moment.
He's got a steady job and earns a salary,
He's got his own house, own car, pays his bills,
He's out of school but going back to grad school,
He's got it all figured out.
He's asthetically pleasing but compliments her,
He tells her each part of her that he's in love with covering all the bases from head to toe,
He kisses her like she's never been broken,
He loves her unconditionally, but she has conditions.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
warm, orange, safe
beauty
oozing slowly inward
over reality
past time
recessing stress
overwhelming comfort
pow wow
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
I broke like a ship to rocks,
but I always thought I was the perfect Goldie Locks.
Alas the red did stain my hands.
Alas I had to say goodbye to all my friends.
Alas all torture me,
still,
though now through veins.
But it doesn't matter now,
no one remains :)
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
I'm not really sure
What you expect me to do
With this, but wow. Wow.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC