"busters" poems
I promise not to promise anything again
But ladies gotta SAY NO MORE! I said it, men!
The ***** monologues, we’ve had it up to here
Your ***** in aura, ***** mouth, and every ear
We call ghost busters, catch that ***** demon yet
Go ********** yourself to sleep, don’t make me wet
You tell that boy that it’s a girl. Shake hands! Acknowledge!
And take that girl to college get some ******* knowledge
When vida gives you women go make lemonade
Fresh out of momma’s blender tastes like toil n jade
They do it for the ***** do it for the coins
Kom alla kvinnor! Power of the burning *****
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
Peak temperature water levels fake diagnoses white psychopaths starving hunger jingoism violence [systems that deprive us] guns entitlement shots fired accidents grief/mourning choking hazard corporate mascots corporate favoritism corporate bailouts corporate people ideology without monitor nationalism patriotism conservatives patriarchy murder-rape-suicide victim silence lack of conviction religious ********** false history infant mortality job insecurity invisible hands trickle down economics union busters corporate police brutal police evil police secret police debt bankruptcy foreclosure homelessness lost confused prisoner criminal banker war preparations propaganda ballots commercials advertisements campaigns money power puppets figureheads armies genocides **** bomb gas fire no survival violence wealthy lawyers assassinations heart complications death sleep.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
There are bloggers and selfie-takers,
Know the difference.
There are noisemakers and peacemakers,
I can show you the evidence.
There are admirers and haters.
Be especially mindful.
There are well-wishers and supporters.
Be very careful
The are naysayers and yeasayers
Always be aware.
There are brothers and brother's keeper,
Always ready to take care.
There are destroyers and fixers,
Separate them.
There are mixers and blenders,
We need them.
There are writers and publishers,
They need each other.
There are readers and proofreader.
Both read for different reasons.
There are bystanders and onlookers.
Both will be watching.
There are movers and shakers,
One of them has the edge.
There are dreams snatches and vision busters,
Be on the lookout.
There are ghost whisperers and Ghostbusters,
Both have connection to a ghost.
There are buyers and sellers,
Each one benefits.
There are singers and there are dancers.
Everyone provides some entertainment.
©IvanBrooksPoetry
21/8/2018
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Swimming in our own corruption as we Play then we pray Oh Heavenly Father you gave your son to us in Sacrifice so we can be repeatedly forgiven for our ways, but yet our days are numbered one by one. Sorry your rules are boring we've read your story now were snoring Christ blood is poring flesh torn by the thorn of our own mockery by sweet sin we put ourselves in. Though some sins of others affect our way. Time to blame you for them. How could you let it be? Again some blame their brothers so no one will see there trickery. We haven't lost faith just your place. Of course some have. For you not being tangible sometimes our life is not manageable. We Play for fun, careless for the heart. Please forgive us we fell apart. In our own playground of sin testing others to come in. We're too lazy to stand upright. We don't care you see, it's easier to take and fake then make or pay our own way. Yes we lie to get by our fellows. Why should we care life's not fair it's too short Dog we mean God. Just want to Play in any way through our short existence. Forget the busters they dont know its ok, to continue go this way. All I have to do is say sorry so sorry and everything will be ok. Thanks for your Son we just want to have fun!!!!!
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
Hypocrite,
Hypocrite am I.
Cruel nature
plays the harshest games,
the fire-on-the-Cuyahoga,
shit-splatter brain busters.
The city is cooled by her
harsh and horrifyingly
Maternal touch.
Snow falls attractively
on the dying city below,
picaresque and perfect
in this last-winter scene.
The two sky scrapers
pierce through winter's
frozen cocoon,
though envelop will be the
less threshed land.
Slums are ravished in snow,
spoiled by the cold
cold cold crying
of a maiden not warm.
I am buried beneath
layers of snow,
reddened when paled,
angered by my cooling.
Numbing comes with this
frenzied freeze,
like the kids down the street
who grow out their beards
even though they can't
grow their *****
I am numbed
despite the fact that
Feeling is fruitful;
cruel nature does not wish
for such connections
to fall upon me.
Perhaps it is love,
and I would love to believe so,
that causes her to covet-
no, hoard me so.
Perhaps it is love,
and it so clearly is ringing in this numb numb numbness,
that causes her to bury me
in mountains of snow.
I am counting down the time
til my melt down,
as spring is not so long away.
Perhaps it is love,
and the rising flowers whisper it like jealous children oft do,
that she has always been
so deathly afraid of.
This is the spring of our love,
But we are not as springy as we should be.
Hypocrite,
Hypocrite am I.
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 7:42 PM UTC
(WE ARE!)
The space pioneers, planetary colliders seizing the heavens and placing them on earth, pop pop big bang brain busters that spin galaxies into milky ways and planets into candybars, the alien humanoid reflectors reflecting the sun back into Van Gogh’s Starry Night.
(WE ARE!)
The fire-starters, self-combustion, canvas arsonists. IGNITE! Light the streets on fire with your blood. Explode, implode, and explode again. Pilot to bombardier, we’re dropping bombs like Guernica.
(WE ARE!)
Wild creatures born out of black magic, black mamba, bear your ******* fangs! Be a predator! Find you’re prey, rip it’s ******* guts out, and paint something with them. Then scream, scream so loud that Munch himself would tell you to turn it down a notch.
(WE ARE!)
The creators, the ground shakers, the earth quakers, inventing ideas, gushing thought, and gushing blood because remember, you are alive! Alive with creativity, passion, and energy to create, because we are artists.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Bordered by an old fashioned picture frame
A man, curiously familiar, moustached, astute
With a smiling bride, his eyes aflame
And a brown "The Spy Who Loved Me" suit
This was the first "real" connection with him
Displayed on my grandparents window shelf
Some how I knew I was missing a limb
Some how I knew I wasn't entirely myself
Patches of my memories dwell in clusters
perhaps I am mentally impaired.
I remember going to Ghost Busters
I remember being really scared.
Shaking inside trying to be brave
ashamed to being frightened of ghouls.
But that film soon became a fave
just as did playing snooker and pool.
I am aware that I have not let him know
that whist every time I have nearly drowned.
An island of him has rose from the flow
and let my two feet again find the ground.
Also, that as I have moulded myself into a man
he has been an integral aspect of my design.
Thanks to him I can have an extraordinary tan
I love a pun, good whisky and being on time.
So lets heartily toast the bygone days
now we can laugh about the happy and sad.
And let's swirl a whisky each others way
Because when all said and done, your my Dad.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
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of forgiveness sown
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
i love more things than boys.
-i like waking up on a Saturday morning
and watching the sunlight dance around my room.
i like breathing in the crisp clean morning air
then snuggling back to sleep inside my warm blanket palace.
-i like walking down my stairs on said Saturday morning and smelling waffles
and hearing my dad laugh and sing zz top and then hotel California.
i like hearing him try hard to decide between the sound of silence and the beach boys while sizzling bacon on the stove.
i like hearing my mom shuffle zombie-like into the kitchen and make eyes at the full coffee *** and then at my dad- who lovingly filled it for her.
listening to their banter as my sunlight-filled-angel-kissed little sister wakes up and lathers butter on every last pancake.
i like being a part of them, being the bacon eater and the quiet listener, the new train of thought in this bright loud space.
i like more than just boys.
i like my life
and i do not need male hands
and my lack of sleepy bedroom eyes to define my life.
im worth more than the constant want of something i've never had.
my dad, the myth-busters enthusiast and pancake flipper is the biggest testament to that fact.
because of them i can never forget that i'm happy.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
when in the world’s (supposedly) leading democracy
a new president starts his office with
making life more expensive for average home owners
signing orders threatening the health of millions
restricting the publications of researchers
denying global warming
encouraging coal and oil companies
forbidding federal employees to talk to the media
going on fantasy trips about “alternative facts"
to justify his ridiculous lies
blaming the media when asking questions and checking facts
barring leading media companies from press conferences
waffling about his Russian connections
refusing to release his tax returns
ordering to build walls to keep out all those aliens,
like the old Chinese did, to little avail
issuing poorly formulated presidential orders
causing confusion and harm and even deaths
banning even green card holders from entering the country
filling his cabinet with all the alligators from the swamps
he promised to clean during his campaign
people who know how to avoid paying taxes and beating the system
but have no clue how to govern now that they ARE the system
and think they can run the USA with its 350 million citizens
as Trump&Cronies;, USA, Inc.,
like their private family businesses, for profit
fraternizing with kings and monarchs & wannabe sultans in the near east
'democratic dictators' in the far southeast
and wannabe czars in russia
but hesitating to confirm ties to old allies
in Europe, NATO, and the Far East
suggesting that having undeclared secret meetings
is quite OK for his campaign team members
his son and son-in-law & cetera
nominating well-known union busters
into the Federal Office of Labor
and a billionairess widely unaware
of the existence of non-private schools
as Secretary of Eduction
banning grandparents. grandchildren
as well as aunts and uncles
of gratuitously selected countries
from joining their families in the USA
believing that the US president & his cronies
stand above the law
[ctd. fron line 2...] THEN
it is high time to seriously ask
what concept
if any
of democracy he has in mind
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
Bunker busters, im throwing missiles in clusters
12 gauges and pistols I raged on the officials
Official tongue twisters on this page, ballistics residual,
Resisting individuals, tempers flare, thermal visuals fizzle blue,
****** rituals result in tiny violins at the victim's vigil
....Held In Honor Of When The Violence Ends....
Habitual biblical consequence praying for a miracle,
Bodies draped over the fence, the streets war criminals,
Convicted elites with no sense, even the titanic was convinced
Its unsinkable
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
You wanna **** what the ****
You're starting to sound like Blanca
The mother of my son
You really think that's what I'm looking for
You got things twisted, sloppy unlike before
I'm original not subliminal, can you copy?
It's amazing yet disappointing
How the world thinks, feels, and evaluates
It's not about incriminating
It's about reincarnating dead souls
Giving life not taking it & destroying it
If you're out to mislead I'll make you bleed
Scream your lungs out with deadly shouts
Until your voiceless, ******* with my beloved
You crossed the line and done it all
You devour my precious lady &
You'll witness a vicious killer cold & shady
She's strong and potentially vital
Spiral wordly elements, into my spiritual twin
Take her down too, and you're best be a fool
Worst mistake you ever do, cuz I'm clever
You stopped me but stop her punk player &
Your dead meat, in the ******* street
I'm serious not delirious evil ***** I'd switch
Like a sudden twitch don't flinch ***** wimp
I'd love by far too long to see this happen
Don't make me come out raw start clapping
Whacking smacking busters on the ground
This the devil's playground war battlegrounds
To my love **** all you want, not interested
I thought you'd be my one of a kind
I guess was stupid *** **** blind
Waiting for something that's been hit hard
Pounded cat, with nasty baseball bats
You let rats, come in and attack your temple
Keep them, **** them, love them,
I don't care about them, I'll ****** them
But it's okay that's you now I must settle
Into sorrows reality and despair
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
When I Die
I Wanna Die In My Varrio
When I Die
I Wanna Freeze All These Busters
When I Die
I'm Taking My Son With Me
When I Die
I'm Going Straight To The Sky Dog
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
I live in a body that’s no longer mine
You shouldn’t stress, you look fine
Friends tell me from time to time
I add to my water half a lime
I look for weight busters online
My hips still choke my waistline
It costs me a pretty dime
every day when I’m on lunchtime
Riding farther from my knees is my hemline
Surely there’s another way to cloud nine?
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
“Oh what a beautiful life”
We cut watermelon cubes
while her brother keeps us company,
Gretchen peels potatoes
beside us
Conversation and Silence flowing naturally
and comfortably
While memories of the pool
float in my mind
“So we try to live like it’s all we got”
What started as
dipping our legs in and talking,
music softly pulsing
out of my headphones in the background
as we laughed,
turned into Myth Busters
proving the rumor of hearing a **** whistle blown below water
being heard above
is complete ********
Suddenly I’m underwater, hearing the whistle go off
I’m completely soaked
Standing on the ledge, grabbing her arm
I pull us under
we swim around
Splashing and laughing
chasing one another
our clothes a lost cause
but we don’t care
simply enjoying the glowing moon
and bright stars
“Gives us just one perfect night”
Laughing
and Jostling each other around
Leaving the pool behind
I grin
Gretchen still peeling and cutting potatoes
began making conversation
and the memories
Slowly
Fade away
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
I've never really believed in ghosts
But I feel like I should now.
I'd do anything to see him again.
I'm
in his room thinking.
I want to feel a cool breeze on my face like in ghost busters.
It's
Not
Like I want a demon to cross my path either.
It just ***** to miss someone who was so close to you.
Everything reminds me of him.
From the weird conversations I have,
To simply seeing a certain Pokemon badge.
But always the same question is asked, "Are you
Okay?"
Did you even hear me when I was crying in your room on my birthday begging God for answers as to why he took you?
I was alone hoping to see the door to your room mysteriously open.
People say "God will heal your wounds." "Keep praying."
I mean, can you shut up?
I know he can.
But he hasn't.
But believe me when I say, "I'm Okay."
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
Who do you call upon when the monster is yourself. I see him every day like a stain on the mirror. Destroying the image that I have of myself, excluding myself from others because I know the monster inside likes Innocence of others. Remind me of what I was before it started morphing with me involuntarily like I was lapis lazuli. Jasper I didn't ask for this, Making me into this thing of what I never wanted to be, powerful, bigger, inhumane. People criticize the big red machine Kane, for coping out and not staying true to form, trading his mask and gloves for suits and ties. Yeah that wasn't the best choice economically nor He won't doing that for popularity but simply to take control of the monster that posse him. I envy Kane cause he can leave his monster in the ring while mine maniacally sings, it sings so much birds that I never notice the disaster like lyrics it's imprinting in my brain like mumble rap, and the worst part is, that sometimes I accept. That's why I need you to pick up the phone and call somebody please, call ghost busters, call the aqua team, call the priest, call the police, or call my ex. Call anybody that knows how to deal with monsters, or create them.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Hallow's eve you took a walk
the storys dont scare you
ghosts, ghouls and zombies
you know them all untrue
Another trick or treater
approaching through the night
but then you notice something
no feet he seems in flight
Step into shadows hiding
you breath so quietly
but now it halts as if to smell
stopped dead as night is he
He turns your way and tilts his head
It seems to know your there
he moves toward you silently
just floating through the air
A smell of death is on its breath
like a thousand rotting meats
the air it chills as it gets close
as if the heat retreats
Your heart it beats but froze is it
no fire in it to brawl
only one question now remains
So "Who you going to call?"
© One man
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
A Buster is busted.
Figuratively.
Mayhap way he speak.
Not just slow
Cuz he got flow
Figured out the Hustle
Keeps on and on and on and...
(An Energizer rabbit's foot.)
"Yo! This Life is Broke!"
(Swisher Blunts stunted Swoosh!)
Busters Is Busted.
Vigorously. (Or rock-steady kool).
Tommy-guns, Polish
(Head like a hole...)
Our whips.
Our babies.
Our Peeps
The War / The Streets
The Word itself, asleep...
Sweet Tea at the ready
They're thirsty in
CHi-Raq.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
Along an interstate highway somewhere on the road to Colorado from the east coast, you might spot an old truck on the side of the road. At first glance it's not unlike any other old drifter trucks, parked all across the continent for a nights rest from a long day's travels.
But in the back of that particular truck, 2 people lay, young and dumb, but together, then and there, they found paradise.
Love is the best kind of maddness, and these 2 were the craziest of them all.
Now she's fallen asleep in has arms, and he's basking in the ecstasy of her existence, with his middle finger skyward, because together they turned the impossible into somehow.
They were going to travel the world together and share romantic flashlight-lit dinners of truck stop donuts and thirst busters, seeing all the unappreciated glory of love and earth.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
Movies movies are really good ya see
I like movies are sometimes very funny
Like Ferris buellers day off and ghost busters and weekend @ Bernie’s
Movies are great and sometimes cool
Cool is the word for it
Come on dudes please hang around with me
Cause I like movies because they are informative
They tell you who dies
And who was the champion
Yeah movies are good
And sometimes funny
Yes movies are so great
Movies movies are cool in some ways
Like rocky the boxer as welll as Star Wars too
You see they brought the muppets into the real world
And rocky and bullwinkle and toy story the kids are very amused
Movies movies are really really cool because people on movies
Gets an academy award
Sometimes they win a lot
Other times just a little
But they act in the movie
And win an award
Yeah movies are very cool
Movies movies are bringing the past and future to you like back to the future and tomorrow people too
You meet some interesting characters from times you won’t be around in because movies are the a part of people’s imaginations
Movies movies are good and sometimes bad
I like movies cause they really entertain us all
With their incredible acting and imaginations and many many more
Movies are great really great
Cheer on movies for us
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
the good old nights^
roam the recesses and the abscess of
our too small apartment in the the very
large, very long, very inescapable wee wee
hours of the dark session of the day, lifting
my tablet to inscribe/ reorder/ recorder her/
this one more in my personal history, with
rant, word elixir, a note to our plural selves,
thinking of English gardens drinking up my
water freshly flowing and flying to you, via
nighty nite storm clouds, or your rural falls
and white clouds cumulus do not return, and I too,
as my mind ***** and slugs but all attempts to
pierce the walled in somber slumber FAIL.
The creative comes besty beast like when I am driven from my dreams to wakealate (dream+speculate with eyes open)
dream of our realities and the tv (she never
remembers to program to shut down), drones
on about some product with XL in the name
that will make the unsleeping walkers feel
so much-better.
but not, not us, for we turn exploratory and
listen to the humming, beeping, tiny little diodes
of Joseph’s colored coat, all the mini stimuli,
the lights that mark the modern blacker hours
of rhythm, even those who can’t dance, can sleep,
‘cept for me, for I am a tune disturbed, needful of
minding, all these a rhythm busters ghosting me,
as a prelude to a poem vision now freshly etched
on my mind and now upon your flesh, an animation,
of reanimated images of ancient statues, ancient
advertisements for fertility, the dream continuum
of our lives, beyond our clearly demarcated time
line, the human, gene based need to outlive our
bodies in-the bodies of our progeny are a recurring
motif…female fecundity, statues, many cracked or
missing limbs, come to life and move around, wailing
with grief and anger and hope and desire
alas, alas, another ole good time night ramble,
amidst familiar places and new abscesses,
and I wonder, how am I writing this when both
hands cover my face, and yet I still envision?
Tuesday Apr 16
3:08am
(the year escapes me,
for notions of big times
are measured in multiples
of I can’t remember)
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 12:47 PM UTC
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great... holdup wait,
Egg out the crate, we all know his fate.
He made a big slip and took a short trip,
like the rain drops they drip, that *** got whipped.
Who you gonna call, ghost busters on the way,
oops what a fall, cracked shell on display.
Yolk over here, shell over there,
I think he pooped his underwear.
Scrambled egg for dinner, sounds like a winner.
Add salt and pepper, make it taste much better.
Eggs get busted up, People don't give a F*ck
Sad to say but that's whats up, is it Karma or is it luck
Walking tall never crawl
or you will take a fall
You think that you cleaver
we eat you up for the pleasure!
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 11:28 AM UTC
why do i revel in the ridiculous?
immerse in the insignificant
wallow in the mundane
everyday life has its concerns
yet there he sits
Katrina has wiped out
the gulf coast
he doesn’t move
zarqawi is blown up by an F-14
is he breathing?
i struggle to make ends meet
working to pay bills
cutting fun with the kids on hold
i sulk cause I can’t go to dave & busters with emily
Bomjon hasn’t moved from a Nepalese tree
…in 9 months
or eaten…
or drank water…
no wait..
there he goes now
on a six-year retreat
from the cacophony surrounding his tree
deeper into the forest
deeper into an understanding of
the divine transcendent one
hidden mysteries i could discover for myself
if i could stop immersing in the insignificant
Be still and know that I am God
(see in you in 2012)
btb
9 june 2006
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC