"blanky" poems
Another morning in the life
Of a P.T.D, I slurped my
Juice back all 400 ml, then
Stretched up, fingers
Wiggling as mother picked
Me up.
Snuggles in the morning
Nothing better, to show I'm
Loved. But back to business,
As I turned my dummy to
The opposite side, the taste
Is better every time its turned
Soothing with each ****
It was nearly breakfast time
A belly is never wrong,
MMmmm...
Toast and jam, I smile
At mummy with my
Cheshire Jam smiled face.
"Silly little man"
As she wipes the smudges
From all over my face.
A case to solve, was my plan,
The missing statue of
SANDMAN BOB tm.
It was here before, but now
Gone, the prized possession
Of hairy dog, as I pat his head
And he licks my face
Yuckkkk....
Doggy that was yuck, he wags
His tail and then he is off.
What a morning so much done,
Time for a nap then detective
Work to be done. I wake to
Dads voice,
"Morning little man"
"How was your nap"
As i give my answer with a
Yawn and a smile, he gives
A cuddle then off to work for
Hours of fun and playing games.
The clues to be seen the trail
To be found, for I'm
***** Trained Detective"*
And no case is to far, as
Long as I can have a nap
And a cuddle, maybe a
Little sip and a gulp, here
On look out of what is to
Be found.
Hairy dog is sleeping in his
bed, I hear a noise I hear a
Sound??
What a strange noise,
"Snoring"
"NO"
"Bottom belches"
"No funny smells"
As I lift up his blanky
Softly so not to wake doggy's sleep,
And their he is safe and sound.
"SANDMAN BOB"
"Playing hide and go seek"
Under hairy dogs nose and bottom,
As he sleeps it does squeak, it
Does beep, I lift it up and under
His paw, to surprise him when
He awakens. A tail shall wiggle
And flop around, but the case was
Solved and a happy smile found.
***** Trained Detective* does it
Again, but for now it is nap time,
A new case, a new thing to be
Found. I will see you all again
Soon, But now its snuggles
Time with mummy in bed.
As I close my eyes night, night
I turn my dummy once more,
As sheep float quietly over my head.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Ttthee fiirstttt timmee
i was alone with le tele
i got excited
as a kid of 8
i knew tv was fun
my dad
went to work early morning time
i grabbed up my
favorite blanky
and sat down in its presence
the icy cold remote in
my handddddddddddddddddddddddddd,
blood guts and big *****
tv knows about everything
STD results and Wars on Terror
my favorite cartoons
McDonalds has a new sandwich
i am not the father
Lindsay's back in jail
stage collapse smushes ***** couple
scientists report, transfat is a-okay
President's schtupping an intern
moonbase has a ******* epidemic
i think i want to grow up to be a juicehead
45 dead in pakistani drone strike
i figure,
they'll just re-spawn or
I'll wish them back
when I collect the dragonballs
anthrax in the mail and
feet on the beaches
eyes in the sky
eyes from under
bomb threat at my school
mom had me
stay home
and
munch on some chips
watch the tv
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
I keep repeating things over and over again.
Over and over again.
And again and again.
I love my blanky.
Where's my blanky?
I think mom hid it under the pillow.
Mommy's putting on makeup.
Pat, Wipe, Pat, Wipe.
And I also pat and wipe.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
The dying hero said
To his wife and his beloved children
"I obliged you not to follow the same path I took."
With those words,
His daughter inquired,
*"Father, how come not if it was a beautiful path
with those roses and dandelions,
showered by a blazing yellow hot sun
glittered with cotton candy sky
and a bouquet of trees and a choir of angelical wind?"*
The hero stared blanky at his daughter
His heart gasped a beat and mouthed the words,
*"Singsong the truth without coated sugar,
the world needs the intellectuals
with skills and talents,
neccessary for humanity to survive,
be a doctor who cures the sick,
be an engineer who builds
be a lawyer, be a farmer or a fisher,
anything will do but not the one I am."*
Silence.
*"They are nothing without words,
They are nothing but robots,
without the tune of the tongue,
without the ink of the heart,
the world for them is all but rigid,
round but pointed,
with air but not breathing.
Words can **** but words can also heal."*
The girl paused, then stand.
*"Father can crack the caramel paint
and reveals of what's the truth,
I am who I am
and I am what father can do."*
It was midnight.
The hero died.
A dead man and a dead will.
His deed still lives in pages,
and in the veins of his female kid.
A rebel daughter was born.
Her words were nothing for an empty soil.
A dead will and a dead man.
He wrote poems.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
I cuddled upon it since birth,
It was the friend that kept me
Calm,
Peaceful,
Friend
Of my sleepy times, always there,
But I awoke and Blanky wasn't there
"MUMMY"
"DADDY"
As both ran in,
"What is it our little one"
Tears streaming, words jumbled in emotions
Mummy stroked my hair
Daddy Sshhh....
Sshhh...
Sshhh...
Sshhh...
And all was calm in the world,
B, B, "Blanky"
Has gone away,
Mummy soft spoken voice speaks
"Lets check your bed"
No not there?
***** trained detective looks around"**
Sniffs the air,
Sorry mummy that was me,
Mmm... to the playroom
High, Low
Here, there
Places searched but no where found,
His thoughts of blanky and sweet sleep,
As he searches each room, doggy sniffs
Come on Hairy,
He checks his bed nothing but hair,
His baby mind thinks back to the other day
Blanky and me,
Me and Blanky,
To the garden Woof, little fingers can not reach
Woofs hind legs stretch up,
"Good boy Woof"
As the door opens to
The great outside,
Near the sandpit
"No"
Near the grass
"Neither"
Then he spots it
Then its seen,
"Blanky I have missed you"
Hanging just out of reach,
"Detective work is never as easy as it seems"
A baby has skills, as he takes his *****
Sticky patches take hold and on top
Of a head, smelling fresh,
Not that just thumb ****** sleepy smell
But we can change that,
Blanky wrapped around
***** dragging behind, a new one needed I think,
"Mummy"
"Daddy"
"Its solved"
The missing blanky case is solved
It was washed, ***** it was once,
But so soft and cuddly once more,
It needs that just slept smell,
A detective is off to get snuggles sleep
Till the next case awaits, till I awaken
Its sheep time for me, goodnight or day everyone sweet dreams.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
Here.you can have this one easy, I wont struggle i wont even look.Here you can sharpen your pencil and jot me down in the book.Here....... cant spell CAT less I give C and T to U. And you think creation bubbles and boils in you. Sad sack of !!!. .....When I wanted my turn? oh no, you were way to busy reading tea leaves, mumbling mantras,consulting the zodiac Now you want me to rub your head and tuck you in bed,pull your blanky chin high and then tuck it, Hmm, too easy.
Verses with curses, you call that a poem ?
Here. right here between the C and the T. good boy. Now. Shall we begin the beguine.
There once was a man from Belize
Who was stung by the poetry bees.
He read books to distraction
But couldn't get traction
less I pushed for action
To clear up his those from his these..Duh
So Here. go visit Nantucket. Dont forget to take a bucket !!!.
Next stop Limerick. Here we go again. Next time I crawl back
try to at least offer me chair. A " hey dude it's
good to see you" or I swear I'm off again like a
***** shirt. Just you and that keyboard and
blinky the cursor.Blink, blink, blink................
There.I finally got that unchested.
Feel so much better now, so Here take a letter now.
Here you can have this one easy.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
They just fall out from a cloud
That soon will create the mud.
I’ll get a blanky and hide
From scary thunder so loud
My feet are wet cause of flood,
I need a vehicle to ride,
But it’s hard to find at night.
It daunts me that feels so odd
Water increased as high tide.
Oh! What a hazardous fight!
In my bag water was gain,
Pulled my body, made me slide.
I believe sun will come out
So smile and remove the pout.
Love experiencing the rain
And see sky, rainbow was lain.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
How many Someone’s lay planked on their waist and stare aimlessly at the candle’s flame?
Who of You is daring enough to close Your eyes and in space alone, simply drive- drive away?
The same Someone’s and Who’s-of-Who’s, on occasion holler at the moon with expectation of a bark back; or is God but a prestige to fools that We allow to wear Normal on Their crummy ******* name tags?
Sometime around Christmas there is a salivating peace, sifting downward on ordinary people, whom really don’t feel like being cold, you know?
This is me, rotting away on the carpet, a blanket’s blanky for the floor, just staring through the shutters on the vent below my brow; in the reality of it, I should probably schedule a spring cleaning…not for the vent folks.
You see- and I’m trying to be as casual as I can- I’m about to ******* pass out, you know what I’m saying?
This is that incredible moment where I’m the Bob Feller of dozing off, 9 innings of shut-eye talent, but at 2 or 3 in the morning…it looks as though I’m bringing in Mariano Rivera to close it out,
I can almost smell the scraps of mowed grass, kicking up from his cleats as he jogs closer to where home is; I never really find out if he makes it to the mound…
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
When I was little, I had a blanket
Not a regular blanky either
The smoothest, most wonderful one
Hand sewn by my great grandmother Charlotte
Now all we have of hers other than a
Dresser, rocking chair, and picture or three
I didn't realise it then, but it had a heart design
Of faded green, and brown and red-orange
And off-white
I don't remember much, but I do remember
I could be completely enveloped within
Still can, and this is no huge blanket
Perhaps five by three feet, and ugly as heck
But so wonderfully made and beautiful
Soft and love infused
I thought we didn't even have it anymore,
But then I rediscovered it,
Now I can't live without it
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
you and me....we were so close
father like daughter, the bestest of friends.
you were my savior, you taught me about Jesus, you used to read me the bible every night to me..
you deliverd me to Christ and prayed the prayer of salvation with me, and i was saved.
but see then you stopped coming home, and when you did, you were always drunk!
hitting my mom, pushing me around. i guess things got a little to heavy for you...
see, i wish i knew it was alchohal, i wish i knew that wasent my daddy, that would hurt me... but i didnt!
so i hide from you, under my bed, clenching on to my blanky cause you and mama were screaming...always fighting.
i didnt know what to do!!
what happens when the one you were suppost to look up to, wasent there. what if they started changing?
ever since i was little all i wanted to do was follow in your foot steps... i only wanted to be just like you . play piano like you did, walk/ talk like you did, be Christ like you did, but now....?you were so angry at me, so drunk...you hated God, i even thought you hated me, so i did too... then you left me and mama at home not knowing what to do...not knowing where you were, where you went. i hated myself, because my own father hated me! you probably didn't know that, did you... probably didn't know that Ive wanted and to commit suicide ... and i wouldent be here, if my mom and my friends hadent caught me... I NEEDED YOU THEN! .... dad, i needed you to show me that God didnt hate me, that he set me out to be a woman of God. That identity isnt about fitting in, or being so perfect all the time. since i didnt have you in my life i was always fighting for approval because i felt like when you left, you hated me, that i wasent good enough to be called your daughter. i wish i would have known its okay to make mistakes sometimes... i wish i would have known about controlling my anger, and to have respect for my leaders.... i wish i would have known that i could stand up for myself, but i didnt... i didnt know that i was important. important enough to not hurt myself. that i was made for more... so i had to figure that out for myself! after years of hating God and YOu, i had to figure out what a fool i was and that i really didnt have to let people abuse and mock me... that i could havve stopped that! i wish i knew that when i was threatend to be killed, i could have called out for help, i could have told someone.... but you stood back...behind the lines. i thought i lost you...
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
A bee whistles past his ear
He feels the sound . . he doesn’t care
Averts his eyes in case there’s others
Raises his hands to fix his hair
Divorced from reality somewhat: from feeling.
Or at least extremes of:
Never exceeding amounts unfeasible:
Pertaining to the limits thereof:
Plateaued at governable levels in present:
Exempt from enth
Kept in check
His whistle wet & he’s well fed
Real words strewn along the ground
Discarded leaves fallen
Left decaying: mostly forgotten
His pants look to him pantaloons
For the good they do representing him
the man chases an end necessary; resenting
not waning, he feigns stoicism
then his creeping cynicism clouds his eyes
‘u know what buddy, u can honestly get ****** he says ‘the 1st world cries the loudest; but is softest. Thinks it is toughest; it is weakest, smoothest, creamiest.’
‘u know what buddy u are honestly right’ he says to himself not wanting to admit to himself that he agrees with himself,
but despite this all, his gaze’s focus still lowers
the edges become softer
& he does what he does
he wraps up in his blanky
with his bottle; safe under cover
among some big ******* to feel warm
but the swarm of bees they circle
twitching fever; rippling waves
hope to god that they don’t sting you
as u hide & feel their sway
lapping closer swooping hawk like
collective wind; they rearrange
and then
they push left !swoop! they raise u up,
( a cloud of black and brown and yellow arches and hums, hums like a razor on steroids, seeping potent purpose, pushing, coming: close your eyes for impending hell)
leaving bumps that swell and burn, they grab, they encase, they consume, they drive, they raise and they push
and they deliver u
and u obey them
and u relinquish; u fold enslaved
they push u forward !the buzz! it wakes
it makes u groan,
u can’t ignore it
u know u need it
u’ve got to do it
u need to go
toil on & reap the spoils
another set with the walking beige
go here go there: be happy
u have no reason to not this day
just keep on going, mate my mate
lulling deep into the beige
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
She lies there sleeping so content.
All warm and snuggled in her bed.
Shes small but safe. Her blanky protecting her from harm.
From the real world.
A place so big that it's easy to get lost.
Keep sleeping oh sweet child
that you may never know pain.
Live in dream land for there you are free.
I fear for when you wake and are forced to stare life in the face.
I'm sorry for the hurt that will come.
If I could protect you from it, I would.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
It's been a few days.
Just when I thought I was getting better,
Another of my broken pieces crumbled.
Out for a drink, this seems to be a routine.
I'm with a new crowd tonight.
It has been fun all around,
I managed to escape the bad things in my head,
Even just for a couple of hours, it's a relief.
It's 1 am, I've been drinking since 5 pm.
Time to go home, we booked a ride and filed inside.
An hour ride, it's too long.
My sobriety already creeping in,
I need a new buzz before I turn in.
Then I felt his hands on my legs.
Slowly inching up, caressing its way in.
I instantly froze, my mind went blank,
My body numb.
He turned my head towards him,
And he reached in for a quick peck on my lips.
I just sat there, frozen with terror.
Suddenly I'm twelve again.
Pushing my uncle off of me.
Suddenly I am transported to my bedroom 16 years prior.
Willing myself to die, while gagging on my uncle's tongue.
He is no longer him, he is my uncle,
I can smell his sweat, the ***** in his mouth, his cigarette breath.
And I am twelve again.
I just continued sitting there on that car,
Frozen, paralyzed by fear and terror,
As he caressed my body more freely now,
My silence, an invitation,
I am his and I am gone.
I have once again retreated in my head,
Surrounding myself with my blanky,
Holding on to my favorite doll.
I am twelve again,
And will be enduring another ten years of this.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:29 AM UTC
Your embrace
Was as warm
And refreshing
As a child's
"Comfort" blanket
I held you close
With such fear
That one day
I'd lose you
I loved you
Your smell
Your look
Your touch
You made it all better
Wiped away the tears
And simply put a smile
Right where I thought one would never go
On my face.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 7:54 PM UTC
Once at age 6,
Wrapped in princess patterned sheets,
She stared at her ceiling as a nightlight rotated visions of dancing constellations around her head.
She slept with a stuffed cat that she loved. And a bear. And a blanky.
And she hummed her mother’s lullaby.
Her father kissed her on the forehead and tucked her in every night.
Once at age 10,
Wrapped in polka dotted sheets.
She stared at her ceiling as hushed insults trickled from her parents lips under cracks in doors and holes in walls.
She slept with the stuffed cat that she loved.
And she hummed the theme song to the cartoons her and mommy watched that morning.
Her father tucked her in some nights.
Once at age 13,
Wrapped in purple sheets.
She stared at her ceiling as mommy’s boyfriend slid into her room to run his greasy hands down her tummy.
She slept with a light on.
She hummed shallow breaths.
Her father visits every other weekend.
Once at age 17,
Wrapped in black sheets.
She stared at the ceiling as the handsome man next door held his hands over her mouth as he lay into her.
She slept with him when his wife was out of town.
She hummed seductive notes in his ear.
Her father stopped visiting altogether.
Once at age 19,
Wrapped in no sheets.
She stared at the ceiling and let man after man touch her spoiled skin as they entered and exited musty motel rooms.
She slept alone, unless they paid.
She hummed her mother’s lullaby.
Her father hasn’t called in years.
Once at age 20,
She wrapped her daughter in princess sheets.
She stared at the ceiling as saltwater swelled down her cheeks.
She slept with an angel by her side.
She hummed her own sad lullaby.
Her father was gone, so was her baby girl’s.
Once at age 25,
Wrapped in soft, white sheets.
She stared at the ceiling as a man that loved her, and her daughter, held them close.
They slept by his side.
She hummed his love songs.
Her father never gave her a chance, but this man did.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
Perfect heart of gold
Filled with silver
Coated with bronze
Mixed with the sweet words of love
Dipped in a hot bowl of chocolate
Wrapped in a warm blanky
Called love
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
I wish I may, I wish I might, wish upon a star tonight!
So far away yet far a-light, fading later but now so bright.
Lonesome star, not alone tonight, I wish upon you with all my might!
Protect my Daddy and my Mommy, bless them with your light upon me,
...give me lots of friends at school even if I don't seem cool.
Keep it so soft my snuggle blanky also my furry dog named Kranky.
Oh wish I may, wish I might, until I see you tomorrow night!
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
I love Vick’s Vaporub
Even when I don’t need it.
It’s a smell down
Memory lane
Sometimes just “because”.
It’s like my blanky
Snuggled up against me
As I shiver from a storm
Tapping my window
And the blanket soothes me.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
all u had to do was say something all i had to do wastell you something but in the end we both knew where this was leading the lonely path of someone aint easy to do or take. when i see a post or hear some one say "forever alone" all i think is no no your not forever alone you have falmily friends and someone to go to and talk to but for those that dont have the luxury or have that feeling to go to someone is like the pericing your heart and making a hole in it so that it could get bigger and bigger and bigger and when it get to big you keep all inside and than one thing would happen you go with people that you may considers that are friends or amily that you could trust but in the end you cant and you do something that was so reckless and was like wow why did i do that i wasnt thinkning and for doing that it makes that hole get bigger and bigger and suddenly its so big that you cant even control it and that it you just think that s it all over and you just give up and you may have alot of people to talk to and people to sit by with but in the end theyyre is no one but your self like you in a room or better yet at a party and you come with people but when you enter you dont even know anyone and the people that you came with that you thought you knew was totaaly false and you never knew them what so ever and now your just there staring blanky at them andthey staring back at you and all you do is say nothing and they tell you nothing so what the point of all this time staring you over there and me over here and not making an effort to do so what it all about really ...
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
I would write to you
if you would reply to me
But if they ever saw these letters
then who would I be writing to?
I write a page at a time
only ever staring blanky a few moments
and then picking up the pencil
and letting my hand glide over paper,
But who am I writing to?
Am I writing to myself
or am I writing to my fallen dreams,
my fading memories
of a time I once longed for,
but can never reach.
Am I writing to the person I wish I was?
This person is an imposter
a fake; an intruder
whose sole purpose is to let them never
see the real me.
So they only know the perfectly flawed,
but never enough to take action.
I think I write to both,
a desperate cry for someone to heal me
with their fingertips drying my tears in the night
after another bitter fight that leaves me hollow
and lets me fade away into restless sleep
as my tears leave trails on my cheeks.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
Taken back to my earlier age's around 4 or 5 year's old,
Craving the air breath by breath, my blanky I can no longer hold.
Laugh's and giggle's was my brother's and I,
We had so much fun together, who would think today I will die.
It seemed my life flashed before me and all went slow-mo,
Darkness grabbed ahold of me and wouldn't t let me go.
Fighting against fear I tried not being afraid,
As young as I was I knew I should pray.
The frantic noise began to drown out,
My vision no longer as was.
My body so exhausted my memory's began to fuzz.
The fear inside me vanished suddenly without weigh,
I knew immediately god was there beside me to test my fate.
With every breath taken the more my world fainted away,
My brother's frantic voice's, "Don't go, don't leave, please stay".
I felt my tear's roll down my cheek,
I smiled to my sibling's then closed my eye's.
At peace on earth where I lie, I stretch my wing's and fly up high,
Up to the heaven's gate's in the sky.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC