"bink" poems
Sssttttuhhp....clunk.
Plink..plinkplink...flip, ***** **** plink.
Donk, donkdonk, plink, doink, ****
Flipflap..dink, plinkplink, doink.
Doink, doinkdoink, whirrrrrr, buzzzzzzzz ****
"Oh ****
Sssttttuhhp....clunk.
Plink, doinkbink, flipflap, bink.
Twirrrrrrrrtwirrrrrrrr, twirrrrrrr *****
flipflap.....clunk
"Oh....Man"!
Sssttttuhhp....clunk.
Plinkplinkboinkdoink...flip...bonk shhhupduuuup.
**** doink, ***** shuuuup.
plink, ploinkploink, **** doink.
booooouuuuupboooooouuuup...boink
flipflap...clunk
"Shoot"!
Sssttttuhhp....clunk.
plinkplinkplinkplink, doink flipflap, bonk, ***** twirrrrrr.
doink, ***** bonk, wuuuuuup, twirrrrrr, puurrrrrrrr.
plink, ploink, doinkdoink, purrrrrrrr, shuuuuupshuuuup
plinkplinkplink, doink, flip, doink, flip, trrrruuuuurrrrp.
"YES"! (shakes machine)
TILT! TILT! TILT!
"NOooooooooo"!
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 8:02 PM UTC
Some days I wish I were an X-men
and not just an ordinary mutant.
Some days I wish I had Magician
level magic like Bink,
just enough to negate other's.
But then I look around;
The Irish and English don't have it.
The Pakistanis and Indians don't have it.
The Chinese and Taiwanese don't have it.
The Hutu and Tutsi don't have it.
The neighbors in Bab Tabbaneh and Jabal Mohsen,
don't have it.
Why should I have it?
We’re all just a bunch of Muggles.
Maybe it's a good thing I don't have superpowers.
I look around and in fits of frustration,
in bouts of rage, I might destroy all the Husnock.
I'm kinda glad now my only mutations are thoughts.
Thoughts that I put here,
viral like - infective memes - hemorrhagic e-fever.
Outbreak? Snow Crash? Virulency? Survival rate? Epicenter?
Futile epidemiology because I know
exactly what and where I am.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
A nice ballad so nostalgic
Emotions lingers very deep
Even angels’ listens and weep
Of an untold tale so tragic
An olden song tells a story
Of promises and loyalty
A gang’s promise to a real friend
Whose loyal still 50 years waiting
Until the gang’s last breathe, they sing
This song hoping to reach their friend
In land sailors tell about this song
At sea pirates enjoy this song
Listen to it you’ll laugh and cry
It connects your past and present
You feel the lost but not resent
After a storm the sun will rise high
Through golden days and silver waves
Promises are keep and days are save
And remember to hum the lyrics
For a one fine day.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Oh Bink, you hide your soothing ways from the parent, you escape the grasp of the needy. Whenever we need you, you’re not there. It’s not fair, bink, when you’re not there. Your power silences the toddlers cry, yet when we need you, you leave us high and dry. Oh, what is this that has caught my eye? It’s the Bink, just when time was nigh, now the baby goes beddy bye.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC