#tails
Flip a coin
Was it heads or tails?
I bet it didn't land on its edge.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
Even if it's heads or tails
either side You always win.
Your own system never fails
ev'rything else wears out thin.
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Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 2:44 AM UTC
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Cats possess this thing
about their rears that they
flaunt with impunity
wielding it to express their
unique personal opinions
at the moment
uncurling outwards and
upwards and around then
back downwards
sweeping around table legs
swishing side to side and
then slipping underneath
towards no one
in particular
they sometimes will
form the shape of
the letter "C"
coil into a "S"
straighten to an "i"
or if startled, an "!"
but not a "Z",
never a "K"
and no "E"s,
definitely
not—
and certainly
not an "X"
unless two
stand end
to end
maybe four of them
can gather and
form a "W"
but given their nature,
would they not
question "Y"—
? ...
s jones
© 2008
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
I found a penny face up.
I flicked it off because luck doesn't exist.
At least not for me.
I picked it up and turned it to tails.
If I can't get any luck no one else can.
People say misery loves company,
But I'm just tired of things working out for everyone else but me.
I think I'm last on everyones list.
I'm the pocket change in the bottom of a purse.
I'm the last resort,
When people are desperate for some change,
Turning their purses upside down,
Throwing couch cushions,
Hoping for some luck.
I'm a lot like a penny.
But if I were a penny I'd have tails on both sides.
**** pennies.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
Wrap the bones
of wicked men
and gravel it below
Coat with sand
and dampened soil
nay let a white bestow
Sow a seed
of blossom blood
in center of the ground
Watch it spread
to heaven's eye
'til no grave is to found
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC
A penny on the floor,
costing more than life.
For those who pick up luck
have run out tonight.
A penny on the floor,
where others shoes now
collect before curious gazes.
its cold out tonight.
A penny on the floor,
the last thing you see,
is it heads or tails.
The breath of another falling.
Curiosity is never a gift when its obvious.
For a penny is never fallen in jest.
every one cost something.
Tonight its your life,
Tonight its your life,
Tonight its your life.....
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
At the crack of dawn, in an open jeep
We sit, as chirpy as the birds
Our eyes wide open, ears perked
Waiting for a call to be heard
We begin our journey, full of hope
The thrill of adventure in the air,
Binoculars at the ready
To meet a tiger's deadly glare
We canter through the dense forest
Through the shallow river and the whispering trees
Past the gentle deer and the mighty elephant
And a sense of danger in the breeze
We wander along the gravel path
Beneath langoors swinging from the branches,
And from the grass, the jackal watches,
Patiently resting on its haunches
We drive through twists and turns and ups and downs
The elusive beast refused to be found...
This time our efforts were for nought,
But we'll see him next time around!
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
Foxy natured creature,
An untamable animal,
Kumiho has nine tails.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
What is this bizarre strange artificial magic that
Surrounds us in 3D neon colors man-made
Amidst this dream theory of some sort
Of tasty goods that await me (not bait)
Smashed in between two slabs of meat
That are thick hands which are said hold the
Way to get all we could want or need
This absolute promise that it's all worth it
Being placed before me only just to see
I hold my sandwiched slice of meat
With cheese and pickles high
And shout for joy that it's mine to eat!
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
All what fussy ***** had got,
Something that started to rot,
Is nothing else but lofty tails.
Her most horrible trot,
Got her inside the slot,
Of someone called ****
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
Here is a spiders web
Strands of rhythem
Being spun by the dead
Where liers come to lie
And the truthers come to die
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
The dog buried it in the garden, in one of
Its many holes, it was a dog of course
Just not the normal dog,
No skin,
No fluff,
No idea?
Where it buried this which I needed,
Which I owned,
It was like a mole had been playing whacker
And dug up
50 mounds,
50 holes,
50 buried
But which was that which I needed to hold,
My hands waved too and froe,
I would talk but my anger muffled
Not expressing my contempt but with a finger
Waving as my hands in a naughty silent
Window wiper motion,
"Bad dog"
"Bad boy"
"Bad reception"
A voice unheard,
"OK"
Right now I have a worm playing
Hide go seek in my cavity's, it tickles
My sockets, curls up in my nose,
Sticks you know what daddy will do,
And the last time this happened,
What did daddy do??
Legs in the bathroom,
Ribs keeping open the kitchen door,
And your skull was left outside in the cold,
"With a grumble"
"With a growl"
"With relief"
I saw the light,* and my body walked over,
My bony fingers rummaging around
Left a little,
Right a little,
Are you blind
And with that like a touch down,
My skull was finally found,
I rubbed the mud off
I took the worm from my nose,
I sat him on my rib, he had found a new home.
"Now boy"
"I know you like to bury"
"But daddies bones are a no go"
I give him a cuddle, stroked his bony head,
"What's skeleton to do"
When his dog likes to bury bones,
Last week he buried his tail, in one of those fifty holes,
And its still waggling, wiggling as we speak buried in a hole.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
Next to the marshes
The muddy smell fills my nose
The cat tails shutter
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC