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"blahs" poems
____I'LL NEVER FORGET "THAT-NIGHT"___ It was 8;00PM, a Thunder and Lightening storm had just begun and what seemed like thousands of BB sized HAIL WERE PELTING the roof, making it Hard to Hear the Ringing Phone ! ! I Barked OUT a "HELLO",,,the tearful, hesitant voice on the OTHER END....CRIED OUT... " Come over quickly" She pleaded and continued with "IT'S LIKE DEMONS Have CONTROL OF HER ! ! ! ,and SHE KEEPS CRYING OUT .. AUNT BEA,,, Aunt Bea... Over and over"_______ . This was going to require a SPECIAL-EXORCISM I Stated... "I'm ON MY WAY" ! Upon my Arrival , I was greeted by a trembling,sobbing LaCretia,,claiming, "HURRY to the Library Room.,Rochelle is waiting ! !" The repeating AUNT BEAS were spoken as if Gargling... "WHAT are her Symptoms " I Queried ? IN A VERY-SLOW Determined Voice, LaCretia detailed the following,,,, "She has the BLUES, She has the BLAHS, She has BLEMISHES, She has BOWEL Constriction, She has been BLASPHEMING, She has BUTTOCKS Wrinkles, She has BREAST quivers and has been having BELCHING FITS "! ! ! I THREW MYSELF ON THE FLOOR IN PRAYER...Asking for the strength to DEAL-WITH these DEMONS..._____** A N D **____Here's what CAME-OUT of ROCHELLE,,,, *(#1)=BREEZEWAY-LIPS= when encountering these rascals ,it's highly suggested that WE BE UNDER Proper Cover.. (#2)= BISTRO-BREATH-LEADER= Demons that emit SPECIAL AROMATICS into the air ,that keep screaming ,,"IT'S TIME TO EAT"....(#3)=BEHEMOTH -TESTER= Demon assigned to see how BIG OF A MONSTER he can turn you in to ....*( #4)=BRAZEN-FELLOWS= Demon who attempts to Get "YOU" TO **** INTO EVERYBODYS BUSINESS, and ruin their whole day & night...! ! ! I THEN SHOUTED OUT TO **ROCHELLE ** " ARE there any more " B " DEMONS IN there ??" Rochelle, collapsed to the floor,, I promptly RUBBED-IN the BROWN SHOE POLISH into the soles and heels of feet,,*** FOREVER-BLOCKING ***__" B " DEMONS , the ONLY-ENTRANCE to our BODIES .._______ Rochelle ,with a new found strength, lifted herself from the floor, Gingerly grasped my hand, Pulled me "VERY-CLOSE" . KISSED me with a FERVOR , THAT I CAN "TASTE" TO THIS very-day... I bid LaCretia and Rochelle "GOOD-NIGHT",, AND FOUND MYSELF "WHISTLING" and "THINKING" as I walked to my Vehicle.... "The Demons are increasing their activity ! ! I MUST "BE-PREPARED" for the NEXT-CALL_____PERHAPS FROM * Y O U * ??___
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Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 9:06 AM UTC
A "B" DEMON ATTACK ! ! ( #39)
____I'LL NEVER FORGET "THAT-NIGHT"___ It was 8;00PM, a Thunder and Lightening storm had just begun and what seemed like thousands of BB sized HAIL WERE PELTING the roof, making it Hard to Hear the Ringing Phone ! ! I Barked OUT a "HELLO",,,the tearful, hesitant voice on the OTHER END....CRIED OUT... " Come over quickly" She pleaded and continued with "IT'S LIKE DEMONS Have CONTROL OF HER ! ! ! ,and SHE KEEPS CRYING OUT .. AUNT BEA,,, Aunt Bea... Over and over"_______ . This was going to require a SPECIAL-EXORCISM I Stated... "I'm ON MY WAY" ! Upon my Arrival , I was greeted by a trembling,sobbing LaCretia,,claiming, "HURRY to the Library Room.,Rochelle is waiting ! !" The repeating AUNT BEAS were spoken as if Gargling... "WHAT are her Symptoms " I Queried ? IN A VERY-SLOW Determined Voice, LaCretia detailed the following,,,, "She has the BLUES, She has the BLAHS, She has BLEMISHES, She has BOWEL Constriction, She has been BLASPHEMING, She has BUTTOCKS Wrinkles, She has BREAST quivers and has been having BELCHING FITS "! ! ! I THREW MYSELF ON THE FLOOR IN PRAYER...Asking for the strength to DEAL-WITH these DEMONS..._____** A N D **____Here's what CAME-OUT of ROCHELLE,,,, *(#1)=BREEZEWAY-LIPS= when encountering these rascals ,it's highly suggested that WE BE UNDER Proper Cover.. (#2)= BISTRO-BREATH-LEADER= Demons that emit SPECIAL AROMATICS into the air ,that keep screaming ,,"IT'S TIME TO EAT"....(#3)=BEHEMOTH -TESTER= Demon assigned to see how BIG OF A MONSTER he can turn you in to ....*( #4)=BRAZEN-FELLOWS= Demon who attempts to Get "YOU" TO **** INTO EVERYBODYS BUSINESS, and ruin their whole day & night...! ! ! I THEN SHOUTED OUT TO **ROCHELLE ** " ARE there any more " B " DEMONS IN there ??" Rochelle, collapsed to the floor,, I promptly RUBBED-IN the BROWN SHOE POLISH into the soles and heels of feet,,*** FOREVER-BLOCKING ***__" B " DEMONS , the ONLY-ENTRANCE to our BODIES .._______ Rochelle ,with a new found strength, lifted herself from the floor, Gingerly grasped my hand, Pulled me "VERY-CLOSE" . KISSED me with a FERVOR , THAT I CAN "TASTE" TO THIS very-day... I bid LaCretia and Rochelle "GOOD-NIGHT",, AND FOUND MYSELF "WHISTLING" and "THINKING" as I walked to my Vehicle.... "The Demons are increasing their activity ! ! I MUST "BE-PREPARED" for the NEXT-CALL_____PERHAPS FROM * Y O U * ??___
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
Intradoes Tine
Am I someones "one that got away"? Do I keep them awake at night, with regrets that thing's weren't different, that they'd not given up the fight? Is there someone there that thinks of me, on those damp depressing days, that makes them smile out the window, chasing their blahs away? Do they search for me on Facebook, have they Googled me at all? Do they see me here with nothing, or do they think I have it all? I guess for sure I'll never know, if they don't or if they do. Kinda makes you wonder though, does someone do that for you?
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Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 7:00 AM UTC
The one that got away...
Let me be your sunshine Let me brighten up your day Let me take your winter blahs and chase them all away
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Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 9:20 AM UTC
Sunshine
I sit down in tweak town To jot down a new noun, A nice verb, a poetic sound, But all that comes out Is blah blahs, and doubt. There’s not enough coffee, To help satisfy me, As long as I compare myself, To everybody else. So here in caffeine city, The poetry is witty. Every verse excites me. Every line invites me, To be better. Speed is my muse, As long as I let her. A nicotine lozenge, Four milligram a piece, Helps me stay awake, Until, I am allowed to sleep; Helps me to stay alert, Helps me write this verse, But in the end The zzzz will hit me worse. I guess, I should have just gone to bed Instead.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
Speedy
Blah blah blah Blah blah Blah fucin' blah Copyright@2018 Dennis blah blah Willis
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
Blahs
I think... i think writing poetry is a delicate art form. When the words come, they overwhelm my jumbled mind, until i can barely distinguish my own penmanship. It's beautiful, getting hopelessly lost in intricate poems forever tangled in my brain. (but sometimes, the page fills with blah blah blahs, and my head with la la las, while my guitar gathers dust in the corner.)
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
Pick up the pen (then put it down)
respite from the rain gloomy monday morning blahs a grayness pervades stratus covers mountain tops another storm is brewing off in the distance beyond the metro-skyline beyond the tree line a break opens in cloud's veil a pulling of the curtain in one little spot a window of horizon snow and ice shine through blinding white titanium on sparkling powdery peaks rush hour traffic along my morning commute through city's drabness an eye opening vista of nature's magnificence Del Maximo (c) January 24, 2010
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 4:34 PM UTC
Peep Show
The willow tree with buds of green, Doves busy building a nest in her branches. Early in the morning now, the birdsong awakens me. I think there is a change that will soon be seen. Newly green blades of grass are trying to grow in the yard. The lilac bush in the corner there has tiny buds pushing hard. Wasps, those evil stinging things, have awoken from their stupor, It’s time to find their hidey hole and get them while it’s cooler. Soon, everything will be back in bloom, Mother Nature will don her robe of newly minted colors. It is time to awaken from our winter blahs, Spring is replacing winters cold and gloom. Warm, sunny days and cool, spring nights, Gentle rains bring forth petal’d delights. The hills change from brown to green, Oh, I am so happy that it is Spring! 3/20/2011, Peggy Montgomery
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Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 10:23 AM UTC
SPRING
I sit down in tweak town To jot down a new noun, A nice verb, a poetic sound, But all that comes out Is blah blahs, and doubt. There’s not enough coffee, To help satisfy me, As long as I compare myself, To everybody else. So here in caffeine city, The poetry is witty. Every verse excites me. Ever line invites me, To be better. Speed is my muse, As long as I let her. A nicotine lozenge, Four milligram a piece, Helps me stay awake, Until, I am allowed to sleep; Helps me to stay alert, Helps me write this verse, But in the end The zzzz will hit me worse. I guess, I should have just gone to bed Instead.
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
Speedy
Love Blahs ~~~ love blah, blah, blah, love poems groaning bad, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah scream yet they keep on coming coming on, for despite the drowning pool, of silly words the hurricane burr of love poems unending cause love is never blah not the finding not the winning not the losing especially the losing
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
love blahs
Engrossed in Electronic word game Famed on phone Ad delay my Path to next level Dropping my attention Sudden rush of Nothingness in My blood No screen time Felt a bottomless Bleak pit I fell until I measured my breath Of existence leaving All defined on False electric bait Clips of wins and loss Almost threw up In my felt emptiness Messy messy power grab Measure me alive Today and Now Not then or ever
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 9:47 AM UTC
Media Blahs
*and when they write their novels, the last thing they'll realise, is that... contradictions, are twists in the plot... philosophy books are only akin to novella by creating contradictions, as a way of suggesting playdough, scrapheap of phenomenology;     some say contradictions are desired faults in an "arithmetic" / plot, and yes, that's... "arithmetic", meaning a + b can't exactly be 1 + 2... but that's                ∞ = a-z....                  the two are incompatible correlatives... crafted to ensure babushka lingua                          sell her tomatoes...                                and all subsequent blah blahs; oh please! you'll go to thailand some time next year, you want me to feel sorry for you?               pet a rat!* and will i dicta villager simply,                                                       qualm?!                     you! ruddier! charcoal fat! you sludge-ipsen             you vermont Kaiser guised! you! finicky, thing!             avocado fat **** let us bravado a chin!   that double! half-wit quiff!    fringe alongside the combover! all things elongated towards a giraffe....                              you! squeaky Lombard of Milan! you! paraphrase! you! Merovingian! cackle squat! and summation parts teutonic; defaced, with mention of tectonic; and they did live, a happily ever after,                          which is the sad part; you! piglet charcoal with dumb & dumber! i dare not carve my name in stone...     i carve my name in lamb limbs...                    so i debase myself on the throttle when there's encouragement of the speeding aversion toward Macbeth; i look upon the toil,     as i might take slightness of asserting the earthenware,       to have milked the cow, or to have leisured an urn from a basic of dover chalk -         there you are... a kingly kin awoken... there the highlands... and there the deposited   into basin...                              for all pyrotechnics there's still the pedophobia -                 means i have an aversion becoming a father... i don't like children... do i hate to?       ~. really, do i have to? as it strands... i have to. it was Macbeth who looked down, and said: as mere pebble be,         i see less time occupying the lot of the heavens even if they conjunction Aries into      a warring tide...                             there, among the toothache and awoken chance to meet grit...      i find time worth embedding a scaling into...           a rigidity, that could never define Romeo, and as said... lost the mc.        as having lost the juliet... and subsequently gained the Beth.
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
a stick had two ends
*and when they write their novels, the last thing they'll realise, is that... contradictions, are twists in the plot... philosophy books are only akin to novella by creating contradictions, as a way of suggesting playdough, scrapheap of phenomenology;     some say contradictions are desired faults in an "arithmetic" / plot, and yes, that's... "arithmetic", meaning a + b can't exactly be 1 + 2... but that's                ∞ = a-z....                  the two are incompatible correlatives... crafted to ensure babushka lingua                          sell her tomatoes...                                and all subsequent blah blahs; oh please! you'll go to thailand some time next year, you want me to feel sorry for you?               pet a rat!* and will i dicta villager simply,                                                       qualm?!                     you! ruddier! charcoal fat! you sludge-ipsen             you vermont Kaiser guised! you! finicky, thing!             avocado fat **** let us bravado a chin!   that double! half-wit quiff!    fringe alongside the combover! all things elongated towards a giraffe....                              you! squeaky Lombard of Milan! you! paraphrase! you! Merovingian! cackle squat! and summation parts teutonic; defaced, with mention of tectonic; and they did live, a happily ever after,                          which is the sad part; you! piglet charcoal with dumb & dumber! i dare not carve my name in stone...     i carve my name in lamb limbs...                    so i debase myself on the throttle when there's encouragement of the speeding aversion toward Macbeth; i look upon the toil,     as i might take slightness of asserting the earthenware,       to have milked the cow, or to have leisured an urn from a basic of dover chalk -         there you are... a kingly kin awoken... there the highlands... and there the deposited   into basin...                              for all pyrotechnics there's still the pedophobia -                 means i have an aversion becoming a father... i don't like children... do i hate to?       ~. really, do i have to? as it strands... i have to. it was Macbeth who looked down, and said: as mere pebble be,         i see less time occupying the lot of the heavens even if they conjunction Aries into      a warring tide...                             there, among the toothache and awoken chance to meet grit...      i find time worth embedding a scaling into...           a rigidity, that could never define Romeo, and as said... lost the mc.        as having lost the juliet... and subsequently gained the Beth.
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Anyone who’s had their heart broken Especially by one You truly loved Knows “The Feeling” We all know The general ache Your heart shattered Everyone knows The feeling of emotional emptiness But There’s a third Everything else melts Into the background Color fades Voices become monotonous blahs The feeling from those movies Something happens to the character Suddenly It’s all black Jazz plays in the back Signs pass too quick to read When they’re your life Your purpose Your drive to get through the day When they’re everything you have And it’s taken away You get “The Feeling” Where everything becomes nothing You are just floating In an abyss
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
Black and white
Recent thought Caught In the revolving door To my mind Giving rise to questions Molestation Of things I believed Were settled long ago So now I am forced To reconvene The meeting Just as the hall was clearing As the last of them Was going through the revolving door And are now reappearing Such is the weight To be carried By the inquisitive mind To look for something You never even knew That you Even wanted to find So here is my quandary If something isn't just black or white And is in the grey area One shade grey.... dark or light? As it spans its scale Does it graduate from light to dark? That would make it immeasurable ! Anything that fails the black and white mark Would be mired in shades of confusion So it must be one shade Of murky.. fog like.. swamp water A smoke choked delusion So after a bit of thought To chase the blahs away I've decided it's never really been A satisfying concept-- for me anyway Crazy.... Maybe....Okay...YES! I believe I've always seen A veritable rainbow of colors Existing in that sacred realm between For instance What would be the harm In trying to comprehend another By saying I'm not sure about that? I see it as orange or green One-- or the other Wouldn't that be a better way... ...To understand one another? I think that's a tangerine thought So what do you think?
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
Color My World
He knows I'm childish He is like me in some ways Entering the world of blahs now One escaping syllable after another like you mean to say these things to fake yourself out Your thoughts are like the temporary pages of an extravagant novel. Are you your story? You are the breath this breath and another You know it deeply The rhythm of you is like no other So watch your thoughts pass like the whim of soft clouds watch your mouth swiftly when you speak speak mostly kindly mostly from the breath your breath   this breath...
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Breathe
Blahs wasted.  Visions of the moon, clouded by "aqua ruptures". The beautiful Glistening of the stars,  dimmed, drowned out,  by the wails.  Honja... Alone.
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
00:14
I really don't know who to talk to. Really, I don't. I've found such happiness, Whilst remaining humble And haven't stressed like I used to, Or taken things to heart as much... Yet as I stare into the mirror, I don't like what I see. I don't care about How pretty my features are I don't care about My modeleque height Or my warm smile Those things, I was born with. Thank God I'm happy with them, It's not like I could change them But I do care about What I've done to myself. Those things I did have control over, and lost control. I'm too soft, everywhere. My sides are too fat My stomach isn't as flat I'm unhappy with my body. And sure, I'm not huge. But I didn't gain weight in the right places. To look over old photos Or know the preferences of those closest to me, Begs tears, and utter disappointment. And I don't want to sound like any other girl All the blah blah blahs But I'm unhappy with my body. I work hard, I pay my bills. I help people, I'm doing well in school. And I've added this gym routine on top of it. And while I've created my own schedule, therefore I'm not complaining, Its hurtful That I have no one to talk to. My family and friends will simply wave this away, as I'm not huge. Those other parties closest to me won't say much at all. I guess, I just wish someone would wholly and truly tell me I'm beautiful. That someone would want me not just for what part in *** I play But FOR those things I dislike about myself. And voice that. I'm not looking for someone to cure me And I realize what I must do to change, but **** I don't think I'm supposed to feel like this. I think someone is supposed to validate me to an extent Atleast that's what I do with those I care about, when I see they're in a low spot for a moment. Don't we all need to hear that from time to time? Well, I don't ever hear it. Unless I begin the conversation there in. I gained weight, I'm not happy about it, I'm making a change, and no one has said, "you're beautiful." Without me **** near fishing. It hurts. And I don't know who to talk to. Or what to do, but to continue dealing alone. As I have been. I just want to love myself as much as I love my life I just want to keep being happy I just want to love myself. And not be surrounded by so many people Yet feel so alone. I don't know who to talk to.
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
I dont know...
I really don't know who to talk to. Really, I don't. I've found such happiness, Whilst remaining humble And haven't stressed like I used to, Or taken things to heart as much... Yet as I stare into the mirror, I don't like what I see. I don't care about How pretty my features are I don't care about My modeleque height Or my warm smile Those things, I was born with. Thank God I'm happy with them, It's not like I could change them But I do care about What I've done to myself. Those things I did have control over, and lost control. I'm too soft, everywhere. My sides are too fat My stomach isn't as flat I'm unhappy with my body. And sure, I'm not huge. But I didn't gain weight in the right places. To look over old photos Or know the preferences of those closest to me, Begs tears, and utter disappointment. And I don't want to sound like any other girl All the blah blah blahs But I'm unhappy with my body. I work hard, I pay my bills. I help people, I'm doing well in school. And I've added this gym routine on top of it. And while I've created my own schedule, therefore I'm not complaining, Its hurtful That I have no one to talk to. My family and friends will simply wave this away, as I'm not huge. Those other parties closest to me won't say much at all. I guess, I just wish someone would wholly and truly tell me I'm beautiful. That someone would want me not just for what part in *** I play But FOR those things I dislike about myself. And voice that. I'm not looking for someone to cure me And I realize what I must do to change, but **** I don't think I'm supposed to feel like this. I think someone is supposed to validate me to an extent Atleast that's what I do with those I care about, when I see they're in a low spot for a moment. Don't we all need to hear that from time to time? Well, I don't ever hear it. Unless I begin the conversation there in. I gained weight, I'm not happy about it, I'm making a change, and no one has said, "you're beautiful." Without me **** near fishing. It hurts. And I don't know who to talk to. Or what to do, but to continue dealing alone. As I have been. I just want to love myself as much as I love my life I just want to keep being happy I just want to love myself. And not be surrounded by so many people Yet feel so alone. I don't know who to talk to.
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Well lock me in a closet and call me "Captain Jack", I won't be myself until I get my coffee back They say it riles up the nerves and makes a person tense Feeling like you're being pressed while balanced on the fence But without it life seems dull, everything moves slow, Things I used to strive for, they interest me no more I'm mired in inertia, lacking impetus, Reaching out for nothing, I'm settled like the dust I'd better brew me up a *** and make it nice and strong I really need a cuppa joe to help me get along To send those blahs a-packing and get back once again To that busy, bustling world, where coffee is my friend...
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
Sans Coffee Blahs
We are nameless, and you are shameless Blackmailing us with unemployment False promises and greed for power It's a rotten regime and you're a fascist ***** Slaughtering people in the name of god You have the help of faithful frauds Ruling over ***** pigs of the city Selling us under the cover of dignity You've been voted in by blind, deaf and dumb sheep We're not among them, we're anarchists You may have control over schools and shapeless brains, We're ******* nobodies, but we're still sane Count your days as the hands are rising Gather your troops, your policies dying No more of your sweet lies We've seen beyond it. Enough of your blah blah blahs We're tired of it.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
To Dear State