"brrr" poems
Sometimes we have a life long dream...
but not sure where to start....
and sometimes we must go to the extreme..
with a thought that's not so smart....
It started with an issue..
she knew she had to resolve..
Unaware of her options, but knew it had to be solved..
He destroyed the girl that she had been...
destroyed the world she had lived in...
She weighed the pro's and the con's..
and concluded it had to do with ponds...
So she set out on a mission..
and decided to save for her own condition.
A well deserved vacation in the " Florida Keys"..
for her and her honey , and with his money....
The months how they passed...
So slowly, then at last...
The day they left was 20 below..Brrr..cold
Soon they were driving down Old Cheney Road..
A backwoods road where the St. Johns' River flowed..
I hear the fishing there is great...
You'll get a bite with very little bait..
They reached the lake in the early morn..
and that is where her plot was born..
She poured the coffee she had made..
and laced it with some " gator aide "....
Here my love she said so sweetly..
I made this special for you my sweetie..
The cast was made, the bait was set..
No reason for her to sweat or fret...
Eyes did close and body went limp..
She started to shake and then thought..
Come on girl be strong don't be a wimp..
No one knows we're here or where we're at..
She rolled the body to the edge of the water...
heard a splash !..it was only an otter...
Within a flash, the body was trash...
there must have been 20 gators below..
ripping and flipping the body about..
She packed up and decided to go back the scenic route....
post note: I've always wanted to be my own boss, and now due to my recent loss..
The Insurance is an assurance and I don't have to wait...
I'll open a store and call it " GATOR BAIT "
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
I've had a few best friends, but none such as this.
I moved up north this year on a whim hoping for renewal.
And a chance at Christmas.
---
That was Summer.
---
Now, it is Novem"brrr",
and I have been in this apartment for awhile.
Myself, my roommates: Jesse Sam & Kyle.
Last night; a fight!! one i NEVER thought would happen.
a drunken brawl for over 1/2 an hour
Each one trying to gain power
over the other.
---
Afterwards, tears were shed, hands were shaken,
places were taken and a pipe was passed.
and upon waking up, each realized their ultimate mistake.
Never shall this happen again for anybody's sake.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
Is there anyone out there?
I could use a drink.
Beer?
Scotch?
Coffee?
Yes please to all three.
Ill settle for some ginger ale.
Or the sleeves of a warm sweater.
It's too **** cold.
brrr
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s h a k i n g
Maybe get some food.
Feel the fire warming.
Anyone want to go get food?
Tacos?
Burgers?
Pizza?
Liquid lunch?
Ugh.
Cabin fever.
Lets converse and **** some time.
Also if anyone finds my ability to write,
send that ******* back to me.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
he was a tambourine
_cling-cling-cling_
competing with the guitar,
_strrr...uuummm..._
bass,
_puuu-waaa...ssh!_
and drums
_BO...o...Om!_
In the orchestra
he was the conductor's baton
_swish-swish-swish_
drowned out by the oboe
_BRRR...Rooo..._
cello
_teener-neener-teen_
violin
_Neee-nah-neee...nahnahnah-nee..._
When he went solo
he was a harp
_bling-bling-bling-bling..._
graceful, delicate
_tling-ling-ring-bling..._
his strings plucked
_pling-pling-pling-pling_
by angels
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
Brrr
As the ice drops drop
from gutters,
as I make my way
along
on my missions.
It's so cold
sometimes;
I just don't know how
to bundle up right
how I got the chills
especially
when I don't know
what to do or where to go
when I first get the shivers
from the brrr cold.
There are all sorts or nuances
to being out in the cold
that drive me to
frustration,
drive me batty really,
like how the temperature
drops suddenly at duck and rises barely at dawn
how little drops people
in behavior
are spawned
how you just can't even yawn
and wait to see
on the road a fawn
Oh well that's
probably not scratching
the surface
in everything
apparently
but that's life
best I can do
on how to deal with the cold.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
Bzzz.
Clank.
Brrr.
Clink.
Mellow lights.
Fizzy lattes.
Distant chatters.
Bell chimes.
Her lips.
The slightest curvature.
Insuppressable joy.
What is there to worry about?
Her eyes.
Make the sun look like a street light.
A gander like that of a panther when preying.
Does her desire match mines?
Coffee house madness.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Brrr. . . it is cold and drear,
But it makes me happy to be with you (Mamma) my dear!
O poor the thrush,
That must stay outside in the cold inside the brush.
Marian
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
All the cold
no sun,only brrr
layer over layers
clothes is not the only thing the piles on.
No more tans
No more beach
its cold enough
for no ice cream :(
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
You be like my tats under my skin, complaining like a ***** because that's exactly where you been, chilling with ******* and you irritating me, got the Ralph Lauren on move, so vicious, doping down with girls who like the swish swish, rolling up my wood, blow an ounce to this as we all should, pull up on you, with brr brrr from in the skrrt skrrrt doing as I do, ***** I been a promo, keep it on the low low but I can't never not be your homie, let's roll up dope go out back and take a smoke, and now you trashass ******* keeping up with me but I'm making no switches, drop top out for burnt out count, but I never make a fuss, ***** I ain't never make a sound, try to never flex out more, you out looking like a clown, you wanna silence me, well good luck with that I'm still to be found, other rappers see me blowing gas as I surpassed you, you see I take that feeling and I cut it through, I'm always on the go, always on the move, and I got the champagne flu, we mix it with the orange juice, pockets so big but can barely hold my brews, taste of mango, lost in the polo, now I'm rolling solo, to you I blow over, never stop the best work working on it 24/7, pimping my fakeass motor, still looking for my heaven, now I guess it's gone, head back to my residence, try find myself out, I'm the counterintelligence, ballin like a laker, like a baker, but I ain't cooking dough, nothing for now but check my flow, can work this like it's nothing, all you ******* can't mess, I'm strawberry fluff'in, have a 1000 ******* and I never bluffing, rocking my shift cos I came from nothing, now I got on the gucci socks in the bathtub, everyone lil bit jeason but that's the thing, you know it's 15 years and that ain't no discussion...
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Just like an emergency moment
The Siren of my bed alarm banged -
-Brrr-Brr- Brrriiiirrrr
And like and obedient dog to the call of its own
I picked the speed of light
And rushed out of the stage of my dream
Picking myself like a bullent been shot
I dashed from room to room
Working myself up to meet the sunrise
But, lo, again I failed
Yes, I failed hurribly
Cos, I woke up on the wrong side of the Time
Wow! my wrong side of the Time.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
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I felt the rain coming.
A persistent wind
took swing
after swing
at my lashes
leaving behind
the occasional
hint of mist
(just on the tips).
In that moment there,
through then-rosy cheeks,
I began to experience
an unfelt appreciation
for something
I couldn't quite
put into words.
I felt a feeling
of sheer delight—
a feeling of comfort
and of good measure.
In that very moment there,
as I looked up
beyond the clouds
that now eclipsed
what no one else could see,
I felt peace.
I could hear, faintly,
the chilling rasp
of the far-off winds
that approached me.
Though I felt my body,
weak and frail,
I felt my soul
digging for truth,
steadily unearthing
something abstract
and nameless.
Reality then made
a swift pass
over my eyes.
I stood there
now galvanized,
though it all
left me feeling
a bit faint.
A surge
of blood rushed
to my head
like waters
through the cleaving
of a river dam.
I looked down
to see that I stood
on a spot of bare dirt
where the centipede grass
dared not grow.
My fleeting bewilderment
streaked lightly across
what I saw there.
The feeling
in that moment
had become a vapor,
which quickly escaped
the purgatory
into which
it was invoked.
I found myself
back home,
and though I was not
fully satisfied,
I smiled.
The cold rain
now covered my hands;
my wet fingers
were like bait
to the breeze.
I slid them
in the pockets
of my black leather jacket
as my smile
quickly turned to
‘brrr’
and a sudden
uncontrollable shiver.
“Was that it?"
I turned about
and hurled
a fervent wish
across that fluid sea
of sod grass.
I heaved
an unwearied sigh
as I then fell back
on the tin siding
of the wall
behind me.
I looked down
at my feet again.
One of my shoes
was untied;
its left lace
did lie atop
a muddy graze
upon the ground.
I looked up
and stared off
into the void
above the horizon.
I listened
to the sound
of the rain,
still so eager
to fall lightly
on the centipede.
I listened
to the sound
of the wind,
still so resentful
of restriction.
I listen
to the sound
of the automatons
that patiently
raze the forest
not too far
from where
I stand.
I wonder
what I could say.
The words
come to me:
"*Thus
abounds
the nature
of wolves!*"
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
they all gathered around to hear
the little girl sing
and she seemed so happy
about it
she had to cry first
But they wouldn't dare join her in her
cry and instead cheered and
urged her to carry on
Sing
And she opened her mouth
to sing
but her mouth was wrong
in as far as singing went
broken
askew
defective
And she kept on singing
and they smiled brightly and dared
not flinch as she sprayed their
faces with spit
but eventually her mother started crying
and father embraced mother and
guided her red face against his
chest and started crying as well
and buried his red face in her hair
Our daughter is so talented
Oh God, oh dear God, so talented
And they began to pray
silently
and the aunt prayed she won't have
to name the song the little girl was singing
Oh God...
And the little girl went
pffff pfff brrr wa pfff chhh pff
with her swollen tongue between the
deformed lips
and surveyed the crowd and wondered
why her cousin wasn't present
Well, it was his loss
somehow he always got grounded
before her concertos
What an idiot
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
today, august first
in a month september first
not accepting this
ninth month an omen of cold
aptly named as much
beginning of four “ber” months
that time of year when
conversations begin with
brrr, cold enough for you now
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 10:15 AM UTC
Brrrr
It’s cold outside
The sky is gray
With a feeling of rain or snow
People are bundled up
In coats, hats and scarves
Brrrr
It’s cold
At home
People hide under blankets
Seeking any kind of warmth
A fireplace is welcome
For both people and animals
Brrr
It’s cold outside
Winter is on its way
The season is changing
Snow, sleet and cold rain
Get ready
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 5:57 AM UTC