"cee" poems
Crickets sing midnight songs
With melody of
"Chee-cee,
Chee-cee,
Chee-cee."
The rain drops
Slide off leaves
Above and
Splat
With rhythm of
Plot plot,
Plot plot.
The gravel recites
A raspy verse
With a crinkle crunch,
Crinkle crunch
Under my step.
I think I am alone,
But for these
Soft voices singing
Sorrowful lullabies
As I walk the long path
To dawn.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
I have never had much luck with love. Explanations only skim the surface of the sea. Always caught up on the hooks at the end of your line.
You tug on the spool and play with your food. Just reel me in. A wish on a dandelion, I get blown to the wind.
Piglet and Pooh, sweet is the honey we are destined to lose. I send kisses through the door you scream at me through.
Flourish and wither like the wrinkled crease down the heart of our family picture. Dice with the devil, cee-lo with evil. Paranoia through the peephole. High on her ego.
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 12:56 AM UTC
Is it just imagination, or
Is Wal-Mart running out of
**** to put on their shelves?
I swear.
(And I intend on cee-ceeing
Elizabeth Warren with this.)
So, you want to do something
About inequality in America?
So, you want to give the working stiffs,
A Fighting Chance,
Is that the name of
Your book, Senator Liz?
I’ve heard it all before:
It’s Hope & Change Redux, Babaloo!
(And don’t get me started on Osama Obama.)
Here’s my plan:
You go aisle to aisle in any Superstore
With a little notepad and pencil.
Every time you see some
Large plastic piece of ****
Realizing they sell
15 million of ‘em every year,
All made by some Dink-Chink in China.
QUESTION: So, what do you do, Mr. Policy Wonk?
ANSWER: Federally-subsidize the
Building & Operation of a plant
Manufacturing that **** right here in Detroit.
Or Atlanta, or Hartford,
Cleveland or Fitchburg,
Or even Oakland,
Where San Francisco poor continue to squeeze.
(Don’t get me started on Urban Gentrification.)
Trust me on this:
AMERICAN JOBS
Will deodorize everything that
Stinks about The Economy.
“Capital Flight Gone Global:
Invest where Labor comes cheap.
Export those American jobs again & again.”
QUESTION: What’s the difference
Between a middle-class person
And a poor person in America?
A middle-class job,
********
But I digress.
I was sharing an observation:
Wal-Mart’s shelves are
Not as luscious, as they once were.
Gaps left for
PINEAPPLE CHUNKS,
With only CRUSHED PINEAPPLE
Cans in stock, e.g.
So much for that On-line,
Real-time,
Instant supply-chain,
Super-duper
Inventory system, Mr. Walton.
Arkansas wasn’t such a good idea, after all.
Was it Mr. Sam?
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
This message is coming to you on the
Cee Haitch Zee. This is the
Circumstellar Habitable Zone
for those who don't know astronomy.
I'm god, see, from the other side of the sun.
Yeah. I’m the omnipotent, omniscient
and magnificent one, or, if you can look at me directly,
I'm the Dazzling One.
Now the reason for this xenology
is to tell you the secret of the suns
and to vent all that cosmic stuff,
including the terrestrial file
on life and death, the splendid and the vile,
religion, and why I **** innocent children sometimes.
There. That orta be enough for a while.
So look. I’ll keep it really simple here.
The reason for everything is,
it’s um, gosh. Well. Would you believe?
I don't have this immediately in front of me.
And anyway, it's been a very long time
since I dragged you out of slime.
Now don't go getting emotional here,
because I'll delegate this to Harahel,
he's the Angel of Knowledge, or maybe Gabriel.
Although I suppose we could leave it
till the Day of Trumpets, judgement and hell,
y'know, and go all traditional.
But I really don't mean to be threatening
at this stage,
so I'll get back to you on this one later,
and then I'll give you a shout.
Yeah. This is god calling,
over and out.
Mike T Minehan
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
I don't have recurring dreams, but... right..., my dreams... recurring themes. And, if in-them, I've a ... "love-interest?" ... they've taken many shapes. The one, and-one-and-one more, who've shown up more than once, I could cough up, cry-out-over, and name. Only three come, through the old haunts, of my odd-head's hallway, Round-and-round-and-round trip. [redact] At least here, I dated her. In real-life, as-opposed, to the annals of [page 6] more depths-delusional. Did wrong [redact]. couldn't believe she was "glad I came." Care enough, to care. She couldn't-care-less. Middle-ground, Grey-areas, and misinterpretations make my skin crawl. Excepting another-day-in-April,
[big
redact]
and maybe if I sing it better this time she'll seeeeeeeeeeeeeee... "wait, Kay, Cee, and Ell?" I've noticed too, and it's cute, but a fluke. Not some-hidden-meaning. "Got a subconscious, on me," Freud couldn't pursue.
Silly, and I didn't mean to be serious, but you're starting to get a grip-on-it. The feelings may fade, but the drip-drop flow of dreams adds to the direness of my dilemma. Alas, around when she's leaving us-all, in Natick, [page 7] I began-becoming acquainted with another-animal-lover. "Any port in the storm?" Any pill, and a razorblade. "A penchant, for an interesting existence!" Next-door, the slowly-nailed-coffin! Where people are abandoning their unloved pets! She mentions Bertrand Russell, in-the-line to buy, more jet fuel.
"(sung)Way down in the hoooooooooooooole..."
...
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Sail cool curves
calm,
a glistening sea
dipping deep into the pool,
a pole waiting for the pull.
Warm waves wrenching at the hook,
rushing ferocity
caught you in the undertow,
and the wild wet wriggling
you hold firmly by the throat.
mouth gaping
spastic,
the slick white belly,
oily eyes,
shine in your mind.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
Tiger eyes behind
Silver lines and
Nonexistent badges of authority.
Your somewhat of a
minority without a voice
nowhere to turn,
But turn fierce.
Your teeth sharp as ever
Never better!
Your coat is Fancy,
Your story isn't
You ****** with some guy
to get where you are.
Not very far from where
you started .
So you started to pout
and pour your spout on
Someone else for 200 dollars
Incums great you
roll in the bills(dollars)
Smile is fake, but you make it
because you faked
your "O" face and recited
The other vowels
on their lips.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
You can't fall gracefully, next time let's grow in love. It's ugly when a tree falls but have you ever seen a flower bloom, beautiful isn't it? If you were a thief I'd be your accomplice. If you were a failure I'd be by your side as if you were accomplished. If you had cancer and had to suffer through chemo, baby I'd be by your side and caress your bald head cause I'm a fool for you like Cee-Lo. Can't believe I won your heart 4-5-6 when it could have easily been 1-2-3. I don't know what love is I just know what you mean to me. Got **** you can't sing but I love when you sing to me. You can't dance either but I love when you dance with me. I never tell you 'cause when you dance you're happy and when you sing you smile. I love to see your teeth and I hate to see you frown. You're the girl I never met but always knew existed. The girl I had to have but only got with my persistence, 'cause I never had the jokes or charm to diminish the guard you had up. I'm the over time type. Go the extra mile to get the "W" and time is the only real way to get over you. When they publish my memoirs the chapterS written about you will be as vivid as a Renoir. The sequels never as good as the first time so instead of trying again let's just remember the first time. Sean and me were talking about you and Ashley and he said he was thinking about marriage and I figured if his famous *** can settle down, then the fact that you're still trying is something to cherish. Instead of being embarrassed about the fact that I'm Punch Drunk in Love with a woman, I should just take a chance and love that woman. I wish my heart were tangible so you can feel what I feel. No matter when a relationship ends true love is never finished so instead of a period I'll end this with an ellipsis...
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 4:01 PM UTC
in the billionth of your own
kind...
what's celebrity,
a ******* ant?
or make-up that says:
oh babe, you're so un-recognisable!
give me 15 minutes,
it'll give me a head-start
in the marathon;
***** run! run! run!
i too was about to meet charlie xiv
and charles iii in the bedroom...
but i figured... got to keep
the **** for luck, and un-penetrated
and ready for a symphony of farts
when a trombone was to be stuck up there...
take up a clue of deciphering
winding footprints of grease in mud
to say: fried chicken!
and here was kentucky looking all privy and
innocent, that's what happens when you
drink ***** you become a woman,
a professional one and the odd feminist aged -
dear me i said goo footprints in mud that's
dried ash...
get the jealousy ticker to wait for the postman...
but each to his own... cee lo owned a song...
people see crow analogues, analogues of cats
dogs and elephants, they crave analogue
so much they couldn't achieve it
and decided to make cloning knowledgeable,
i mean **** me, it wasn't achieved,
man never achieved the analogue of crows,
he achieved a cloning process,
he achieved fame...
but that was hardly a comparable "to do with" concern,
when crows were innate in terms of analogue,
man was so far from the crows that
he gained knowledge of the dynamism of stars...
but to be grounded, how to achieve an assembled
synchronised analogy akin to a crow
of the non-jealous replica and discard synchronisation?
give them a coliseum! give them darwinism!
and give them the children of plagiarists of darwinism
to the lions!
i too unto pompeii beckoning.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
the hardest days
by defenition
do not involve love and affection
yet every time I see you
Cee Cee
my sun sets in a different direction
if it sets at all
wide eyed like a child all your light shines through and wakes me from a never ending dream
one day Cee Cee you will know
I am a part of you and
you are a part of me too
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
you have family they love you dearly
but the pain they cause cuts you severly
they don't cee or understand the pain caused by one man
the mistakes you made along the way of your masterplan
now your trying to do better but betters not the best
you sold your inner and your outter celf so whats left
that life can be changed its all up to your determination
even if you stand alone atleast your body has restoration
do it for you so others can cee its more than talk
at first their support is low but they'll cee what your pain has cost
they'll cee the far way you've come
at the end of the day youll be loved by someone
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
i always loved rap, drill, and trap more than any music genre out there
like lil peep, central cee, and travis scott.
then one day, you ranted about how much you loved maroon 5
and ever since that day, it was your favorite song from them, “she will be loved” that i’ve been listening to until my earphones wear out.
i was never a big fan of donuts, especially the chocolate flavor.
it was always too sweet for my liking, that’s all.
until i saw you eat a chocolate donut, the only flavor of donuts you like.
from that day on, i always got myself a chocolate donut every time i craved something sweet.
art was something i absolutely ****** at.
i tried and tried but i always ended up failing miserably.
that was until i saw you show off your drawings, ones of your favorite characters.
since then, i’ve been practicing and practicing until i could finally draw and paint you, my favorite piece of art.
i never really saw a reason to be happy in my life;
it was always the same cycle of betrayal, broken trust, and so on.
but then i saw you dancing happily in the rain as you were listening to all your favorite songs
and starting then, i finally found a reason for me to love life:
seeing your happiness— and just you, entirely.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC
Could it be that what we be is
simply an emergent property
of an autopoietic dissipative system?
Did we spontaneously form in a gradient of energy,
the source of which no one in our 'hood is spared -
a fiery mass of E equals Em Cee Squared?
Located far from any other place,
somewhere in the middle of space,
Sol's energy flows away. Away.
Seeking thermal equilibrium
as it diffuses into the vacuum,
traveling faster than you can say zoom.
Meanwhile, nestled in the goldie-locks zone
is a certain planet we call home,
a mere one hundred and fifty million kilometers from the sun.
It doesn't take physics to realize
just how lucky we must be -
and I mean holy crap lucky.
An appropriate energy gradient indeed!
For were it not for a certain sized Sol,
and a certain sized rock with a certain roll,
a magnetic field, and ozone layer,
and water both fresh and salty,
plus a certain mix of gas to breathe -
- then everything we know would cease to be.
And that is why there is no excuse
for how we allow the continued abuse
of a living planet some call Gaia.
I wish that everyone understood
that the situation could be dire
as we go about our lives carelessly playing with fire.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
aye savor the faire genetic blueprint
extant unique to each of us
with this quite alimentary aire
including (that almighty,
bottom, cushiony, dimpled,
excretory functioning Gluteus Maximus
i.e. the ***** when bare
with subtle difference sans,
both halves at first blush,
but tucks upon closer scrutiny
obvious inexactness crystal clear
as a bell jar, asper each body electric,
whence deserved of en dear
ments despite however much junk in the trunk
behind the private
no trespassing (non verbalized)
signs posted everywhere
off limits only to a select few like this bard
attired as if from the Renaissance Faire
whose unconditional acceptance
unlike the majority hoo gawk and glare
if bipedal hominid dealt
chromosomal traits say with excessive hair
which mane of tangled strands,
could be problematic and interfere
with coaxing, finagling,
or inducing friendship with an initial jeer
from him or her averse
toward such imperfection to boot
huff lawed physical human specimen
such as this ole coot
(who haint really that old),
can upon command execute
a feigned display
and appealing as fresh field picked fruit
at this stage of ma life
donut give a rats *** nor an owlish hoot
what other may decry about me,
cuz self acceptance doth agree
buzzing with greater confidence, esteem,
and general weaknesses such
as lack of physiognomy incongruent cee,
which asymmetry of this primate feel free
er than his pre/post pubescent
corporeal essence he
near put himself in the hand
of that grim reaper, a key
poor of lifeless beings,
and well nigh got hold da mee
when in the throes up
(vis a vis not bulimia) on Swiss side prithee
and as a solitary mwm gives no re
guard no matter others may find fault
in the stars at my lack of sim mutt tree
gnome hatter judgements made
I accept mice elf warts and all – yippee!
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
I was taught a new game
By a delightful creature,
She called it "Blend In"
It has an imaginary feature,
I was instructed to pretend
That my eyes couldn't see,
When this delightful little creature
Was right in front of me.
Could she be a Hummingbird
Or a magical fairy?
How she became invisible
Was a bit scary,
And as I looked around
Not seeing her at all,
I'm sure I heard giggling
Perhaps she makes herself small.
Goldie the cat
Played along with us too,
Goldie understood
Exactly what to do,
Take a nap in the grass
To be covered with leaves,
Goldie is magic
That's what everyone believes.
Oh, finally the fog
Was lifted from my eyes,
After searching high and low
And twenty-five tries,
Lifting rocks, moving branches
Checking closets, one, two, three,
I found Cee Cee the pixie
Right in front of me.
Blend In
Is a jolly good game,
You need magical thinking
So it's never the same,
Each time you go looking
For the enchanted creature,
But listen for giggling
It is a prominent feature.
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 2:25 AM UTC