"bently" poems
in the middle of a dark night
no moon or street light
and I could hardly see the road in front of me
but it was free
and so we settled
and thus we pedaled
more then 30 winding miles
into this wilderness of isles
or so it seemed
so very mean, just like a dream
he said "continue ,
for it is in you
and we can make it to the place
within an hour, at this pace."
his plan was brutal
I'm not a poodle
but I could truly smell the sweat
and feeling hot and sopping wet
it was no fun. at. all
and like the day y'all
so very done
again not fun
and it is true
that maybe you
would think ahead and plan the weekend
get a room and buy a map
none of this crap
(but I'm a sap
and went along with his idea
for I had hopes for us last year)
and so we learned
the hard way burned.
Well I could barely,
i say just barely
make out the single line white striping
while he's right behind me griping,
"can't you speed up?
we're gonna meet up
and the collision won't be pleasant"
not that pleasant was he were
so very DER!
it's so ironic, perhaps moronic
for there were headlights
coming up the hill in front
and to be blunt
they had to blind me
oh please don't mind me
for I quickly left the scene
right off the road
and with scream
into the blackness of a pitch
which sent me down into a ditch
a steep ravine
so very mean
and then the bike no longer able
to remain beneath my seat
after that drop
the roll to stop
landed on top
and not so sweet
so very beat
I said '"oh sheet"
I was not laughing,
nor was I crying
and but more like " could it be
dear Lord that I am dying?
Oh my God, excuse the curse
so freaking odd, though i've seen worse
and though my body's somewhat shaken
not a bone or tooth was breakin'
and I'm fully wide awake and
not a pain or any ache~
so very odd
it must be God.
and there I lie
perfectly high
my eyes wide open couldn't scope but
in the darkness I could *****
the rock beside my fallen hide
and in a moment not an omen
he said "Gee!"
"Is this your knee?"
I said: " Hey Mr. Moulder,
you've got my shoulder."
"I should have driven in the Bently"
and as he pulled the bike off gently
asking how these things do happen
"nevermind, just lets get snappin"
and we made it to the youth hostel that night.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Though i should have Maybach and Bently
And Ferari, owning houses in the world's
Chief cities--mansions worth millions
Of US dollars, with yachts and jets; and be
Decked in designers and a bespoke Rolex--
One that none again the very sort of
'Watch possesses; and with many a dove
Stunning be surrounded oft as we in ***
Roll hither and thither in uncensored ******
And i should become for merriment an epicure;
Filling my head with diverse theories impure,
which give not mine soul that lasting bliss;
And though i should have plenitude of cash
Stashed in a vault away, with gold and diamond
Great; but if not for heaven i am bound
Afterward in afterlife, then, all is trash.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
I'll never forget the first time we met.
you cried,
i awed
and the world stopped.
I held you in my arms
i tried not to cry
but you showed me life
you showed me love
behind those hazel eyes
you drive me crazy
you give me hope
you make me see everything
i love you so
my darling, my bently
my bupy roo
your smile melts hearts
and i know one day
you will be trouble
but untill then,
your small enough for me to hold in my arms
your sweet enough to get what you want
thank god that you can not walk
but i will love you no matter what.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
Stress sneaked up on me
Like a ninja out of the blues
Like a saxophone player
Weaving an intricate melody
To my internal noir monologue
Like a tax collector striking at night
Or a deadly case of the Creditors flu
Like a group of cut-throat dames
Like fog in the rain
Like a secretary named Velema.
Stress sneaked up on me
When the detective came a-knocking.
He wanted his cigarette back.
I told him I didn't have it
Then the ****** walked in
Quick-finger Teddy
Butcher Saint Merry
Leg-breaker Lenny
Mobster Ricco
Snake Bently
And Marcini of the incredibly gifted hands
Too.
Lead makes a different sound when fired
Glass shatters into tinkling tear drops
Like the heavens weeping.
Plaster breaks.
Stress sneaked up on me
Like a kiss goodbye...
It's all
Smoke through the city...
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
Like a brand-new Bently,
he's glad
showing off
his bride.
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
you laugh
you play
you make a wish
that ill not delay
ill love you fair
stop and stare
and enjoy time
for life is very short
and gets longer every day
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 10:46 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
"The confession"
Had a haunch in the day that you would come around,
Told you I'm sure you would show up with a smile,
Not a frown,
Too picky with dispositions , in to order to get my attention,
I know this sounds good to you , that's why I'd rather mention,
To me it seems you would want love, when it doesn't come around,
Everybody has an ego, you know I love you , don't make a sound,
But since we kicked it , I don't see any confrontation,
Hoping for a better day with me , there's no need for debating,
But I'm embracing,
Everything we stood for,
I love you more,
Than a ***** among a thousand men,
The confession is I want you.........
"Blow Smoke"
......but really all I want is a moment with you,
You make me happy in a long way,
Towards my inner virtue,
And when were making love,
Swear I don't wanna hurt you,
And when were making love,
Swear I don't wanna hurt you,
I swear you turn my grey skies to blue,
Is it the blue pill or the red pill,
I would like to take both for you,
And when were making love,
Swear I don't wanna hurt you,
And when were making love,
Swear I don't wanna hurt you,
Smoke in the air,
Getting high,
Like our souls are,
Heaven could be the solution,
Or maybe the way out,
But we can fade to the stars,
But we don't have no fault in them,
Remember when I pick you up,
When you were depressed,
Hanging over at the bently trucks,
Eating candy on Halloween,
My little little buttercup,
Was a bisexual , but had me a cover up,
Maybe I could your volcano's erupt.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Oh bently
little bently
you are my pride and joy
oh bently
little bently
you're amazing
oh bently
dear bently
PLEASE STOP GROWING!
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
We been out her thirty minuets already
But you don't seem to care
It's cold out here you know
But you have protective skin wear
Do you have to sniff everything...
Just pick a spot an ***
You do this everyday
Isn't that the same tree from yesterday
You lift your leg at every ledge
Every edge of anything
You even *** on our neighbors trash can
Hay that doesn't bother me
Even when you empty you still lift you leg
At everything
I'm sure you know it doesn't work that way
You try to pull but can't match my strength
Choking yourself still not gaining an inch
We been out her to long
But there you go again
Sniff and lift its the same process
Fine fine but this is the last tree
And after we're passing up everything
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC