"booom" poems
Pop, Pop pop, Pop, Pop, Pop pop, Pop,
Boom, Boom boom, Bfff, Boom, Boom boom, Bfff,
Shsh, Shsh Shsh, Ffwka ffwka ffwka,
Five, Four, Three, Two, Oooooonnnnnneeeee,
Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit,
Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit,
Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwoooooochhhhhhhhitttttt,
Now get down, I get down, Now get down, I get down,
Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhhhhhhhh,
Vooooooooo Booom, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede,
Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Uuuuuuhwaaaaaaaa
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
I was drinking from the skull
Of a long dead bird, I had eaten
It a while back, it tasted like
Chicken!!
But not much to the bone.
I wondered if I was like
Hannah,
Henry,
Hello
Brain remember it, any way
Mind did wonder past my
Teeth, tongue it slid like
That jelly mother did make.
I gagged a moment, but then
All settled not a zombie,
But not a bad tasting brain.
"Hannibal"
"Lecture"
"Lector"
Snuck down stairs, DVD on
I remember the noise and
"Clarice"
Remember pinkie raised
When drinking from a cup
Haha...
Its the little things that make me
Smile. How you doing there friend
He doesn't talk much now, smells
Funny too, but even the dead are
Company when you only have you.
Apocalyptic
Apocalypse
Stopped
Everything, screaming, crying, chill
Its not that bad no tax, no big
Brother looking down on you.
"Ok running for your life"
"Keeps you healthy"
Plus
"Eating leftovers mouldy in a bin"
*"What doesn't **** you makes you stronger"*
"Negative"
As I regurgitate it back to the bin,
It has its pros and cons
But I miss the chatter
The one on one,
"How was your day"
"You look tasty"
"Why you looking at me that way"
Knife to the side of the head.
"BOOOM"
"O'no you didn't"
Skinny little freak trying biting moves,
This isn't PAC MANtm fool.
You meet interesting people on the road,
All I want to do is have some
"Apocalyptic Chatter"
"Howdy Mam"
That's a big knife I say!!
As I pull out old faithful,
She screams I cant take that
And runs off screaming the other way
**Run ***** Run,**
The Apocalypse isn't boring
But I do miss the day to day chatter waking each day.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
I saw ripples
Dimple into little dents
And they ruptured through
The door and into
My living room
Tiny sun filled slices
Sliced straight through
Tore my flesh
In molten sinew breath
My barrel pressed
To my head
And leveraged
With the depth
Of the situation
But patience
Patience wasn't my virtue
And I was blind
Blind but
Saw it through
Alive in death
The death before the
..booom
In the warmth
The warmth
Of the sunlit
Living room
Burning too
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
i saw you waving
i shouted - can i help you?
you shouted please love me!
After a few more shouted messages
i said - okay, i love you
i saw you waving
i shouted - i'll be right there!
i walked toward you
>BOOOM !!!<
then i saw the sign
as i came down to earth
WARNING MINEFIELD
(with skull and crossbones)
i was no longer the same
whole me but my eyes worked
i saw you waving
i managed to look behind
another fellow was
shouting - can i help you?
-
-
just as my eyes closed
i heard you shout
'please love me!'
...to him...
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
Departing life, grandeur of elysium. Daylight and strife.
Mid-minimal ocular display, see it if you do.
The ****** morale is scaly and prickly as coral flowers, within
The rut of cornery blossoms, ransacked by pronghorns in rut.
America, corner of the second century. Title of the thermopolium and its Lintels. Chests of coals from where fox kin stuffed goose meat and wild fowl.
Anchors us into the Earth. Salt vibrations echo through narrow thickets of Grazers. Undulates flaunt urea on every cleft of green, this shelf of plateau, Any gall stone thrown this way or that way.
Underneath the hours, under nine, we sample ginger and sugar snaps under Our tongues. We race, like royal rats, through the timbrels, down the trail, Out into the outer-woods, down the ravines, up through the terrace where The hedgehogs go, and out to the quay and rills where father fits the stream With his string laps and lanterns. Margaret loves roe while I can barely stand Anything that breathes underwater. Except for the sharks, I am crazy for Them, how there quill-like teeth paint me into oblivion and my amazing Flight for death.
Mommy hates the subway, she says it's gritty and for trollops and beggars, But I say it's an adventure. We have our own tunnel, and George comes with us too. I wonder if his daughters in Cropredy come too, or if they have to. And papa taught me to listen for them. 1-2-3-4-5 CRASH!! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 BOOOM!!!! They fly over to us, from France papa says. It's the Germans he says, "but by '45 it'll all be done with, America can't keep its hands out of our pockets, and when they come everyone will go home." And I ask him,"Even George, even George will go home?" And so he told me no, not then. Not ever really.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
He alone speaks a poem,
Laughs at first, then breaks a beat with bass that rings the dome
Booom Boom Bah
Yea
It is easy
Mc cheesy
Type of flow that gets the breezy
Hot and out
Fast and quick
Woe to the devilish
I rearrange the rebel
Sip on this
Like some drank, you got from 7/11
Spit it out
Because it tastes of heaven
Glory homie to the holy thoughts of growing in the home of he who is most high oh so fly I am that guy talking to minds eyes floating in right times speaking with odd man enshrined, guts for glory shoot it make it and own it
cannot stop the boldest, roaming, spitting glaciers so freezing cold.
Bits and pieces are put together
mind in a nimbus cloud
in any weather
creative cloud hold me now
i am bound atop it now
an angel not from hell
only here to tell
hear me now
as you see the cow
saw them bow
odd spits about
the past ancient type of hit I guess
one day someone will study it
the minds of all who look to God
then get corrupted by an idol star or a mind departing from the souls golden heart
dam is that it?
We lost it again and again
we be talking
I can make hits
a gin with the wish
but would you sell your soul for a piece of Earth
that will implode when the star has taken enough of this ********
I guess we can give it quits
anytime but right now the divine has all of my mind
I cannot let go
luke warm has got me to being this low
is commitment what you need for anything to succeed
I reseed back the vast heavens
that your minds seem to lack
can't see past dimensions
because humans don't believe in things
so fairy like
I barely write because I fall to blight every day and night
woe
I shall let you let go
go
they say
I fall asleep again for weeks on end now I can comprehend that I can fly again.
Yes again.
The times run on end and I will be at the right place and time when it comes, my friend.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
It happened at night, in the dark.
I could see the light cross me while staring up at a flare.
I felt the heat hit me as it passed me by.
It was like opening a hot oven, for the first time.
At that moment I see a family running into a big, dark, brick building.
I could even hear the heat cross me.
The next thing I know, BOOOM!
Bricks were then all over the street.
I saw the remains of the family that had to have been almost everywhere.
I closed my eyes in tears staring at the family that had once been mine wishing I'd have died with them.
So I whispered,
"I tried momma."
I had opened my eyes looking into the heart of this light that was headed towards me then,
...BOOM!
~~~~~The End ~~~~~
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Every day-
Same thing,
Same thing,
Same thing
Nobody expects it
And
BOOOM
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC