#wolfspirit
Where did you go
You know
The queens and kings?
All those who jumped on board?
What did you "win"?
Some celebration
at the anahilation?
You conquered this, your "toughest game"
You celebrated your "fame"
for a moment ....
You disappeared into cyberspace
You were replaced .
(Same fare you offered him...)
Fried Pickles and Jacks with Axes
The man who digs the bones.
Photo buried at dirt crossroads ,
Living Life old and alone.
Headlights crossing down the highway,
Hearse comes to take him home.
Cherry burst upon the highway
discarded like the fame you've known.
Two years too late...
Sealed my fate.
Compliant and Complicit.
No one left to defend.. banished into cyberspace.
The King and Queen since replaced.
Legacy erased.
His wisdom still graces pages,
One of Poetry's greatest Sages.
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 10:14 PM UTC
My head is resting on the fog
that cushions Pillow Mountain.
My eyes are streaming waterfalls,
flowing like a fountain.
This misty dream, it seems
was but illusion, fleeting;
A second saved within a lifetime
on a random meeting.
The silken mist embraces you:
my feet are bound by clay.
The coldness of the Earth you left
binds me day by day.
Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 8:22 PM UTC
The ticking clock, like gunshots through my head
aimed at my youthful ignorance...
the scent of you still lingers in our bed.
I ghost through space, not living, not yet dead -
straddle chasms of our best intents-
the ticking clock, like gunshots through my head...
My mind still hears the poetry you read,
replays the laugh of youth's exuberance,
the scent of you still lingers in our bed.
I enter empty house now, filled with dread.
I feel your absence, all it represents-
the ticking clock, like gunshots through my head.
A fog billows in, begins to spread,
as death comes to erode all innocence.
The scent of you still lingers in our bed.
My nose has plundered through each precious thread
for faintest linger of your redolence...
the ticking clock, like gunshots in my head.
The scent of you is fading from our bed...
© Mar 2018, Winnie Carolina
Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 2:50 PM UTC
****
The only real word that best describes this situation
Used as an insult, for example...
**** you Woody, for making an amazing man
A far better ************* poet than you
Be removed from this site
**** your supporters
And I don't mean those who like his writes
I mean, they're okay
But **** all those who support his alternates
Big Bad Wilf and all that
R, and whatnot
**** them, you do not understand
The capacity of my frustration
That such trolls would exist
In a place as supposedly pure as this
An even bigger ****
Because I no longer have contact with him
Picking off my supporters huh?
Or just going, **** it
Let's shoot down the real "problem" here"
**** you Woody
There is a special pit in Hell
Reserved for your ilk
Just
****
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
"Reach for the stars..."
A pity I can't because
I have a problem to deal with
And I can't be ignorant
I'm going to ask a few questions
If that's okay with you?
You may be saying, "why so nice now?"
Just wait for the abuse
Label this as YipYap,
I don't give a ****
Because I'm a predatory enemy
And you're literally a sitting duck
What I wanna know is,
How do you sleep at night?
Do you tuck your son in
Tell him everything's alright?
"Had a good day on the mean machine
And don't you know it kid,
That I managed, once again,
To be a cancerous little ****
"Apparently I'm starting to sound like
A badly scratched disk
Because punk, **** and woof *****
Are the only things I use to dis."
Like come on man,
At least be creative
Here I am, once again,
Rewriting your narrative
A story to be told
Been three days and it's getting old
Once was a front page hit
But now all copies have been sold
I thought as one grew older
He was supposed to mature
But you keep being worse than me
No sir, you ain't an entrepreneur
You can't construct ****
You just keep repeating
Even when it doesn't work
Your heart keeps pumping and bleeding
You play the pity party a tune
One that's supposed to warn
Everybody else about me
And how my sanity is gone
Go ahead, message my followers
They don't like you
Nobody in their right minds, with this knowledge
Would follow suit
Because you crazy *****
And a ******* funny ****
Tell me how you feel about me,
You ******* little runt!
Call me a woof *****
Do it, it turns me on
That's what I would say if I were you
With my head messed and so wrong
I own every name you throw
I wear them like a mask
So you won't see me coming when I hunt you down
And **** you in the ***
With words I use to ******
Theses words give me some pleasure
There's amusement in torture
It's infinite, a countless measure
Am I that annoying fly to you,
Buzzing around your head?
Like a vulture to carrion
Feeding off the dead?
When you go home tonight
Will you tell your son you're stressed?
Sit on his bed, hands on your head
Saying, **** I've made a mess?"
I want an apology
Honest and sincere
Because in your words I sense no hurt
So keep going, I have no fear
You do not own me,
I'm Ronin Okami
A masterless wolf who owns
A vocabulary army
And we a duo,
Wolfspirit and I
And together we gonna smash you
By dropping from the sky
Surprise!
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
Yeah you, *******
Woody!
If you're gonna get mad at being trolled,
You troll,
Don't you dare take it out on my pack
See?
Now I'm a "woof *****
I was a Phoenix before,
But reincarnation got the better of me this time round
So!
Allons-y, mofongulu!
In case you don't get that, roughly, that's
Later, mother ******
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
One day, the body decided to choose, they all wanted a say, win or lose. Never knowing who was boss, had made them all tired, on that day, this is what transpired...
The heart said "I should be in charge, I'm the toughest muscle and my love is large"
Said the feet, "Well, that's not fair. Without me you could go nowhere."
The hands spoke up, "Who helps you eat and drives your auto down the street?"
"Don't you like your balance, and how we help you dance, without us, you'd never stand a chance" said the arms in unison.
"Oh! But I'm not done" entered the heart, singing this tune "I guide you all blindly along, bringing hope and faith, why not sing my song?"
This sorely raised the sphincter's ire... "Without me, all you would expire... I'll constipate and blur the eyes, make you weak within the thighs. Make the brain go comatose, dribble on you feet, yea, that would be gross..."
****** says to all, clear as day* "Excuse me! I have something to say! Without me, you'd all be no more, for I give life, you're all a bore. I'm done with this stupid dispute!"
"Ummm, excuse me love muffin," says the thighs, "But if I didn't open wide, your point would be mute!"
The eyes chimed in, "Look here... Oh, that's right... You cannot see... Who better to guide you along... Without my help, how lost you'd be"
"I have a question." said the brain. "Don't you thin... Oh, wait... Without me you're all nothing. Legs couldn't walk, mouth could not talk, heart wouldn't believe and no one would breathe!"
"I'm your pull toy, your magic **** I make the babies... Yes, I be a ***** said Mr. You Know Who
"I think you smell funny" laughed the nose, "Go cry to your mommy, Boohoo!"
"If you think that smells bad," said miss muffin... "Take a lick on this and then get stuffin!"
"Don't forget about me! I can hear, I'm important too, I'm your ear!"
"Well, I'm more important, I let you all breathe" said the lungs.
"Without me you couldn't speak!" said the mouth, sticking out his tongue.
Said the sphincter, "I've told you all so... Without me working you'd be slow, you'd grow weak and cease to function and I'll close up with no compunction...." The other vital organs heard and then conceded without a word and then came the extremities who had no choice but to agree.
***Now you know, this little story goes, you don't need to be a brain to be boss, just an *******
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC