"bussing" poems
When the funding is cut
So the hospitals shut
That’s a Tory
When the poverty bites
And you lose human rights
That’s a Tory
Such excess
Better reassess
Better repossess
Better get yourself private healthcare
Overtaxed if you work
Unemployed? Then you're scrounging on welfare
When there’s bigoted views
Blatant lies on the news
That’s a Tory
When the biggest and best
Are too rich to arrest
That’s a Tory
But they’re lax
Covering the cracks
Never paying tax
Claiming everything on expenses
They can steal with a smile
While they peddle their flimsy defences
When they're guilty of fraud
And they're banking abroad
That's a Tory
If they're selling your school
When 'austere' means 'cruel'
That's a Tory
Too much spin
Slogan and a grin
Wearing pretty thin
Bussing people in to applaud them
Any law can be bought
If you're well off enough to afford them
That's all folks and remember, you can't spell Theresa May without heresy
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
I warned you, son.
"Don't break her heart."
Now you think about that while I rip you apart.
I don't know what it is you seek,
but my sister is out of your league.
Failed to see how lucky you were.
Did not heed my warning when you texted her
What kind of ***** breaks up via texting?
The same little ***** that thinks bussing is flexing.
She'll move onto better, just for a toy.
She won't wait long for a mere busboy.
I could go on forever about things that you lack.
Like, interest, money, a life, a six-pack.
You'll never be good enough for my little sister,
but I hope she's moved on when you realize you've missed her.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
bussing your lips,
was like a jolt of electricity
waking up the red blood
under my skin
meeting your lips,
was like walking in a garden
full of red roses
that signify love and passion
before we kiss,
i traced your full lips
with my fingertips,
admiring how comely
and carnation it looked
i admired the feeling of your breath
how your heart beats fleet for me
and when you returned my kiss
it reminded me how alive you were
i imagined,
you were in a suit
your hair was neatly combed
your beauteous lips curving
widely as you watched me
walking through that door
with flowers in my hands
father by my side
and my red lips
lusting for your kiss
i felt happy
you felt happier
you said it has always
been your dream
to kiss me
in that black suit
and im in my white dress
so here i am in my white dress
and you're in your black suit
kissing you for the last time
as you lay down in that coffin
not returning my kiss
anymore
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 6:48 AM UTC
The ferns have taken over
most of the forest floor
you can barely see your feet
through the bushy flora moor
Early spring flowers
have come and gone
and now replaced
by summer song
Butterfly bushes
bussing with bees
New life singing
high in the trees
Regrowth of mind
as your nature unwinds
hart waxing fatter
as you take in what matters!
Uncountable species
and we are but one
lunar submissive
in our paradise
under our life giving
Goldilocks Sun
Life has just begun
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Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC
which were the center of the Earth.
A rill, a gentle excite that rolled from side to side
touching the verdant moors and bridging the tepid winds
through the mirthy wood.
She
afluntered, pivoting in circles,
pronouncing an aubade for a throng
anthropolatrating agelasts.
Her palms and dactyls outstretched. A chilliad had passed, still her astereognosis never produced the fields and trunks before her. Amending the acronycal light an aeolistic caitiff arose, piercing the crowd, rising to her circumference. This clapperdudgeon and callet woman rang out in a cacophony of sharp jabbering, then another blellum arrived, then another carker, soon they were all cloffin at the pyre.
Her lips
instantly wet, her mouth broke its pursed chastity, and among the meek she suddenly was overcome with an incredible basorexia.
And so she began, bussing left to right, osculating
the buffoons and bavians.
Some cullion tried their way
towards & towards
and then disappeared in a comestion, another dratchell roused himself, sudorous and covered in culch. The concilliabule was dwaible now, those who weren't prying for her kisses were dwaling about frantically croodling, mooing, even barking. This wild frenzied lot of basiation and baisements. Beazing in the dying sun she began to crose and cough. Her blood and spit, her saliva became estiferous and unstable, she began to eroteme herself, her healthy figure was now ectomorphic. Her thoughts were unsettling, she began to fantasize her own decollation. Some sauntering madman with a sleek leather overcoat and an enormous hatchet hunching over her. It overcame her, this auto deicidal ideology in addition, the sweet kir began to wear off, and all she could feel was lackluster, emptiness, indifference. Eventually her acrasia overcame her and in her accidia and overbearing mania she took her own life. Her head slipped from her shoulders and rolled casually past her body, her knees collapsing before her feet, before her torso. And the abderian men and women cackled,
just sat and stared
her life, her love, all gone and disappeared.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
Hitting the grindstone once again
Aching regretting pounding ringing
Words pages lines and letters
Chewing mashing crunching swallowing
I left you lonely in your bed
Sleeping easing dreaming wheezing
To come home to you later
Driving bussing going speeding
And make love to you
Writhing releasing hearts beating
Only to fall asleep
Slowly softly warmly with me
And rise again to repeat the cycle
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
And the
memory
of melting
Zodiac
popsicles,
running down
your sweet
lips. and
the yearning
for cool
pinhead
rain kissing
my back
on hot
summer
solace
days,
and the
belly aching
of annoying
friends like
harbor flies
bussing around
my head.,
you know the
really big
ones.
and in
the kitchen
the dishes
slumber deep
in their
porcelain
bed,
and barnacle
pieces of
food cling
to their
smooth
sun dial edges,
and lazy
dish *****
run up
and down
left and
right in my
imagination
across their
face.
the karma
of *****
dishes
and a
summer
deluge of
missing you
that just
won't
stop.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
Two eyes on the surface of the glass like pond
Do they see me, are they watching?
Quiet and alone I feel tranquillity
Imagining the four legs wide with long spread toes
Floating as on a cloud
Totally suspended without effort
The sun is bright and warm
The pond being small must be the same
I feel like we are the only 2 living beings left on earth
Not a fly, bird in the sky or animal
Suspended in time neither of us move
What could change this moment?
I hear it now, bussing around me
Swooping over the pond, like lightening lunch delivered
The ripples mesmerising
No longer any eyes to look at
I am alone
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
We enslaved by the mind why you think they called brain cells,yea it's eight planets so I'm guessing that it's more hells,they aiming for me wit slow bullets call em turtle shells,yea I got a quarter so I'm looking for the wishing wells,say Ima die early man I'm calling that them fairy tales,rapping like I'm casting spells,only taking W's ion really take no L's,and if I did it's a lesson,if I learned it's a blessing,living life like I'm just testing,my opponents they just guessing,changing things like I'm the setting,on the path like I'm just destined,out the box I'm never checking,gods gift I come from heaven,starting things like Armageddon,yea my voice a deadly weapon,asking me a who you threating,officer like why sweating,I want the top like I'm the heading,no conclusion,I do this for my brothers the ones that's on the street and sometimes don't even got they mothers,using drugs as they covers,bussing guns with no rubbers,killing each other like wild lovers life is like a war x2 so what you stand for,is it them Jordan's on your feet,or that song that's on the radio and you only like the beat,this worlds a trick and not a treat,we don't live by they rules so they trying say we cheat,then they **** us with that heat,give our movas the receipt,and it's going stop we just gotta see,you don't gotta be foreign,washing up on the shoring,when I see make up on women ,catch Z's like I'm snoring,expand the mind like we touring,clean up our mess like we choring,treat ignorance like it's boring
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
this is an invitation to act rashly
I close my fists, full of imagined marbles
as big as your big hands and hot to touch
I imagine sitting cross-legged on his floor
we are in front of his salmon couch
on the frayed area rug I imagine he has
I imagine he has mismatched dressers
I don’t know why I imagine us on the floor
his couch is probably softer than it looks
sometimes they sit on the floor
in the movies
maybe we didn’t want pizza grease on the furniture
our knees touch, I imagine, indian style
unmoving
we exchange embarrassing **** we wrote in college
I think how college was earlier for him than for me
how while he was losing his virginity I was
bussing back from a jv tennis match
I imagine him laughing at a word in my poem
I defend my phrase, lunging then lounging on his quadricep
he’s showing teeth and crinkly eyes, putting
his hand on my forearm draped on his leg
he thinks the phrase is cute, actually, and so human
I imaging smiling back and we’re looking at each other for a little
too long and the air is electric in the way it gets when there’s
poetry in it and teeth showing and skin touching and we are
very close to one another, I imagine
I can’t stop imagining
I unclench my fists
quietly drop the marbles
this is an invitation to
act rashly
I turn to you and tell you I’m having
a really nice time
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Apple lights keep hurting my eyes
Street corners breaking my threads
The concrete is now heating up
The constant noise I’m hearing fades
I’m fighting dreams of other cities
This phone keeps bussing me
I feel like a ghost in my reality
I’m busy but not keeping it busy
The screen distracting me from the concrete
All I’m asking for is an everything bagel
I’m hungry and dizzy in an empire wonderland of hopeful thinking
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I’m trying to speak all these lights into an existence
I’m trying to walk in the streets best for me
Apple Empire lights have my eyes awake
Sipping on juice but eyes keep sleep crawling
Keep me from breaking bridges
I want to go for loop-de-loops in a six speed
Burning at the light and time we have all day
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
Comely daughters, go through the square
to play your games, don't go elsewhere.
If you look at him, look at with sin
cross yourself, care for that cross you bear.
Wily Jane, how'd they get you caught?
How'd they swindle you on all you bought?
Didn't come around to be the clown;
but I think your streak is still going hot.
A face like a looking glass,
Which gave back whate'er I asked.
I gave her smiles, she gave me laughter.
A roving life delivered her here,
bussing back home, crying no tears.
This type: something I'm after.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
If treasure's a pleasure then I'm feeling pleased.
Five words are all it takes
to make a story
tell a story,
ten are better
so are
twenty more
but we start little
and
start slow
and work our way up
and on the second floor
behind the third door
is what we all aim for.
what's your aim?
peace on earth?
financial gain?
the same as or
different to
the person who's
stood next to you?
A Tuesday muse
to infuse the mind
or tequila to make
it spin.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC