"chk" poems
tsk tsk asterisk
chk chk clap blam boom
sik click arsonic
grip glap drap gloom
wix wax anthrax
hop leap woosh slam
sip spike archetype
cough crash anagram
hark bark blue monarch
wrapped in a summer's day
tick tack heart attack
passing the cabaret
she used to say words like
bump, beep, buzz
until flutter fizz crunch chirp
fell beams of a truss
and tenderly did hum zap sing
in little vrooms and snags
did she meet unfortunate ends
woof, crack, thud, down crags
shimmer shingles whisper dust
ugh, agh, yawn, sigh!
her eye sockets gathered such beautiful rust
and did crunch clink, flick and eek
to crack the numbing morning moon
but break, snap, bash, sink
into the hyphenated royal lagoon.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
\'how is it that even something like
---- ---- ---- poetry __...=
{}? can be confined to little
//. prisms +±#
and language%
is like__'
''~ the untimely sun
(I want my words to be the moon
''/'"//]
ever waxing{
and waning|
and unable to describe) |||//
^^how is it that even
love*'
is dealt with in little words ;;
spat out in little moves
and falls away without leaving anything behind ..≈
and what is a poem ˚
which cannot confine &;;_
..))) all the sounds that i need
¶•• each little
chk, sk, tw, cr, wt, mx, zb, ydˆ
. or every
sh, wh, au, oh, lu, qi, je, ei~
and rhythm is measured in ⁄ ⁄
› metres and
rhymes .‹
'' like falsetto archepelligoes
stretched out in fixed times ...'"
but words are never enough˜
for (me/you)..//¡!
and •°love is like·
weather balloons
all adrift
with
the day.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:32 PM UTC
_round two... FIGHT!_
dumm tck-dm dm.. dm dumm
bmm tck-bm dm.. du shakashaka bd..d..d..d..
dumm tck-tck-tck-tck.. dm dumm
bmm tck-bm dm.. dm tika-tika-tika, bdmwe-yo... o
sha-sha-shikki-shikki
dmmm, bdumm be haa-aaa
shikki (boom boom boom boom boom)
tsk-k-tsk-k-tsk-k-tsk
tsk-a-tsk-a-tsk
tsk-aaa, bdumm dnene
bdumn dum dum.. bdamn
(bduh, bduh, bduh)
bdum dumm... tsi-a-tsi-a-tsi-a-ka
btsi-a-tsi-a-tsi.. tshhhup
(bduh, bduh, bduh)
bdum dummm wiki-wiki-wiki boom tcka-tchka-tchka...
btsi-a-tsi-a-tsi.. tshhhhh
(bduh, bduh, bduh, bduh)
boom bah bang chk chkachka ting
tsk-tsk... bdubudu-dubudu
boom... tik-tik chkachka ting
chkachka, chkachka...
chka ting
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
The music is playing.
All eyes are on me.
The arena is silent.
My choreography is my enemy.
I begin my prep,
For something I’ve never done.
The Axel
The Axel
It’s the only one.
I shiver and I shudder.
It is oh so cold.
I really need to do this,
To win the Olympic Gold
My toe-pick hits the ice
And makes a loud Chk.
I go up and rotate,
Then I come back down and stick.
I did it! It was awesome!
I take a pose.
The crowd erupts.
I froze.
I looked up at the scoreboard.
I looked at my coaches so bold.
And I found out,
That I had won the Olympic Gold.
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 5:14 PM UTC
i've yet to do some cement work:
ratio out
3 to 1
of sand to cement...
some water some little
chemistry for the dough
which no **** will pass-through...
a little bit of bourbon
and nibbling... at something...
which is not...
akin to... the work of
a drapery seamstress...
it's not the iron curtain is still
up...
to the moon!
to the moon! to find the copernican
east!
and... oh... shitty-shitty-cum-vanguard:
toothpick iron maidens
of oral...
hey presto!
the silicon curtain...
such a certain idea
that i know i'm only revising it...
and if not revising it...
then: neu angle cubism...
a square as a rhombus!
wow! wow! wow!
to be alive and somehow
have a living audience: contemporaries...
and here i am:
necromancer - with a personal
library... of only 'the dead speak'
loquor mortuus...
better than graffiti:
thinking about latin with some
english shrapnel: a definite article
for starters...
wow! wow! wow!
or... chk chk chk (!!!) -
jump back...
how about...
an ode to an itch: you simply
can't scratch?!
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
Chk-! Chk-! Chk-!
Woosh!
The tree falls down and I gather the wood that falls
It fills up my inventory.
An imaginary world controlled by a few keyboard clicks and mouse movements
It’s not real but
It better than my real life
I’m an escapist of reality
Because anywhere else would be better than this
The pile of homework on my desk begs to differ
But I ignore it
I’ve been injured in a great dual.
One of mighty wizards and witches, all battling for freedom.
One of the medics heals my wounds, I watch as the skins magically starts coming back together
Good as new
As if it had never happened
I wish paper cuts healed that fast
There’s a dozen on my fingers from school work
But let’s not think about that! Back to the great fantasy
Away from my real life
Away from everything
My escape
After all…
my break hour isn’t over yet
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC