"cyrus" poems
In the dour ages
Of drafty cells and draftier castles,
Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables,
Saint and king unfisted obstruction's knuckles
By no miracle or majestic means,
But by such abuses
As smack of spite and the overscrupulous
Twisting of thumbscrews: one soul tied in sinews,
One white horse drowned, and all the unconquered pinnacles
Of God's city and Babylon's
Must wait, while here Suso's
Hand hones his tack and needles,
Scouraging to sores his own red sluices
For the relish of heaven, relentless, dousing with prickles
Of horsehair and lice his ***** *****
While there irate Cyrus
Squanders a summer and the brawn of his heroes
To rebuke the horse-swallowing River Gyndes:
He split it into three hundred and sixty trickles
A girl could wade without wetting her shins.
Still, latter-day sages,
Smiling at this behavior, subjugating their enemies
Neatly, nicely, by disbelief or bridges,
Never grip, as the grandsires did, that devil who chuckles
From grain of the marrow and the river-bed grains.
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I was dancing at a dance club
Two stepping all about
When my thumb, it found a belt loop
And I couldn't get it out
I shifted and I wiggled
I ****** my hips out front in time
I bent over and I shimmied
I was twerking on the line
Now, I ain't no Miley Cyrus
You can believe me now or not
I wasn't up there twerking
It's because my thumb was caught
I sashayed and I moseyed
And others got up too
My thumb was still encumbered
What the hell was I to do?
I was twerking like a mad man
Not knowing how, or why
But the pain in my one digit
Just made me want to die
Maybe now I know the reason
Miley Cyrus did her dance
She wasn't up there being slutty
She had her thumb stuck in her pants
Now, I'm through with twerking
And there's is one thing that you'll find
That unlike young Miley Cyrus
You don't want to watch me from behind!!!
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
coupon for Granny's Original 32% All Natural Oatmeal®
cart-to-cart down aisle 48 and this man's an affront to khakis
and this woman's brain runs off a child's complaints
BLIZZARD 2013
according to the radar, buy 80 pounds of rock salt
from The Home Depot®, more saving. more doing.™
more rock salt. more doing
BLIZZARD 2013
according to the radar, buy two-weeks-worth of tuna,
a pallet of Pepsi Max®, and four loaves of Baker Good's NeverMold Bread®
all for $21.99 with your Sam's Club® Rewards Card
BLIZZARD 2013
cart-to-cart down aisle 62 where once there was soda, now an I.O.U.
and I read on the internet that the preservatives in diet cola will keep
my body from decomposing and I read on the internet that these
dented, discount tuna cans will give me botulism
BLIZZARD 2013
one jug of water from a spring in Mountain View, Arkansas
one jug of water from a spring in New Iberia, Louisiana
picking between Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana
the pitter-patter on the warehouse roof reassures
time for eenie meenie miney mo
BLIZZARD 2013
and the intercom desperate for a cart wrangler
customer service now open for checkout
don't leave your toddlers alone in shopping carts
they're choking on free samples
with an echo, raindrops strike parking lot pools
just past the intersection an ambulance grumbles
BLIZZARD 2013
in a room with a view wishing the windowpane weatherized
beers bought by volume, candles forgotten, six months of
licorice, EverFluff® popcorn, and hand warmers of chemical kind
remembered
BLIZZARD 2013
will not be landing in the city, watch out for that rain though
if the temperatures drop below 32 degrees it could ice over
and if the temperatures don't, well, it won't
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
i decided to take a break from snapping selfies
i'm a child of this century and that is our primary form of communication -
don't judge me
anyway, i've found that it's really not that hard
if you think you look ugly all the time it's ******* easy.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
I romanticize humanity until what's left isn't even human.
I cook up fallacies about legal aliens and add a dash of cumin.
Your chef tosses salads in the pasta section of the grocery store.
Devil's just as confused, with a ***** and an apology at heaven's door.
You don't know, and no one cares where eggs go when they die.
Godzilla thinks of a car full of clowns like you would a sardine pie.
What happens when an elephant gets alzheimer's and loses keys?
Does the paradox consume an entire circus of trapeze-act-fleas?
I ruin birthday cakes by blowing off the frosting instead of the flames.
How I do that? Count backwards from backwards and say my names.
Bittersweet love anthems pollute the brains of conscientious dames.
Heavy metal doesn't pollute, it pacifies rage quitting from soul-sucking games.
Out of the woodwork comes a limp ***** that would work,
Long hours only to find he'd pay millions for a Miley Cyrus twerk,
Which is worth about as much as an all-female circle ****
Unless you add strap-ons, so strap in and lap up the knee-jerk-smirk.
It is unwise to handle scissors when one is being cutting-edge,
Because your accountants will dangle themselves off of a three-storey ledge,
When you cut up the ledgers and make light of, that is, burn, the evidence of pledge,
To the monkeys in your think-tank mailing feces to the upstart farmer's hedge.
Now I know you're sick of rhyming and of poems and of liver culling whisky,
But I must inform you of a pirate's missing eye, I've bought sight of something risky,
I implore that when this song and dance is done, you'll assuredly miss me,
Because I've told you everything about depravity, hence forth you must kiss me.
Beacons of hope shine much like cantankerous silver in the moonlight.
If you're a werewolf that will fill you with hope and with immeasurable fright.
One day the world will admit that I'm awesome and impoverished to boot,
Because when the song and dance is done, what's left is just an ounce of loot.
Jul 20, 2022
Jul 20, 2022 at 9:28 PM UTC
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith
(Miley Cyrus, The Climb)
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
Born and raised in Franklin Tennessee
Destiny Ray Cyrus changed to Miley.
Hannah Montana might be how she’s known
Now she’s crazy, making old people groans
At the VMAs she’s a teddy bear
No longer does she have long, brown hair
She used to sing songs like “Nobody’s perfect”
Now she sings songs about how to twerk it.
She says, “I’m used to people judging me.”
And doesn’t mind if people let her be
Halloween, little kim with purple hair
Going places that no one else would dare
Her role models: Britney and Madonna
Her manager” her own birthing momma
You may not say she is an original
But one thing’s for sure, she’s not invisible
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
-- To Miley Cyrus
I don't care for you.
As hard as it is to say,
I don't care for you!
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Best Week Ever
Just had my best week of all time,
I'm 42 but still in my prime.
Spent some time with Brittany Spears,
I left her begging and in tears.
After a night with Beyonce,
she wanted me to be her fiance.
Just one night with Pink,
now she can't even blink.
Had a date with Katy Perry,
she asked me to pop her cherry.
Spent some time with J-Lo,
she was more sloppy than a joe.
Rihanna likes to play rough,
**** she looks good in the buff.
Me and Fergie ate some black eyed peas,
then we were joined by Alicia keys.
Had a blast with Taylor Swift,
we did it on a ski lift.
Avril Lavinge wanted it never to end,
now she wants to be her boyfriend.
I turned Miley Cyrus back into Hannah Montana,
its a secret what we did with a banana.
Me and Kesha sang her hit Tik Tok,
then she ****** on my clock.
Selena Gomez is a witch no more,
I turned her into my little *****
Carrie Underwood won't slash my tires,
the heat between us started some fires.
Gwen Stefani left the singer from Bush,
she loved the way I smacked her ****
Lady Ga Ga showed me her poker face,
with her I reached every base.
Me and Lita Ford kissed each other deadly,
then she sang me a **** medley.
Madonna said I was her best,
we spent no time dressed.
I was man enough for Sheryl Crow,
let me tell you, she can really blow.
As the week ended, I had Shakira moving her hips,
then I woke up and it was an **** with Gladys Night and her Pips.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
I am a puzzle piece.
Not a piece that connects with the other pieces.
But a piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit with the others.
I wasn't like the other kids at my school.
Not one one corner of me would connect with any other person
“You don’t like Gossip Girl?”
No I watch shows about people with real problems, like the news.
“I can’t believe you don’t like the new Miley Cyrus album”
You should believe because I don’t listen to trash that would decompose my brain.
One day I told my dad my concept.
“Dad I am a puzzle piece that doesn't fit with others.”
He told me
“You’re right. But its not that you don’t fit in. You are a puzzle piece in the wrong box.”
He was right.
I am a puzzle piece.
A piece of a puzzle that was probably dropped in the wrong set of pieces.
I am on a journey to find the rest of my set.
Even if its a set of four pieces
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
And I don't give a **** that's my whole M.O.
I rock the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the continental
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride
I open up the doorsthe doors, suicide
I came from the bottom, the sewer side
I made it to the topthe top cause I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my third Iris
I tour the whole world like a ***** pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
The Smell of Honey, Coffee and Apples and Messes of Words, but
No Love Poetry
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*my poetry suffers from a literately literacy,
the adjectivally of imagery wears away with
time and age eroding the imagination, when one’s
days are numbered, being serious is an natural
unpleasant hazardous haze, never in doubt
The morning meal of cooked oatmeal, steel cut,
laced with wildflower honey, slices of honey crisp
apples and Hawaiian coffee brewed,
singes the
Tropical Storm Ophelia thrumming humidity
that overhangs the ugly grays of NYC sky-paths,
one tickles me awake with contradictory impulses:
sweet and sour,
a robust stimulative, competing with the smothering of
grayling clouded weather weariness of
48 hours of rainy continuity,
a spirit suffocate
you see!
give you myself, my environment, in précis,
unimaginative exactly as it occurs to me, sensually, yes,
but cannot shake my disappointment that no,
can’t combine visionary notions that spin your swivel
chair around, powered by your exclamations of
ooh, ahh, and little stabs of weeee punctuating
our shared atmosphere
and bring forth
only love poetry
but no mas,
the love poetry doesn’t comes to the fore,
the forehead stuffed with words best listed as
basic, observable, factual,
Miley Cyrus, accuses me of being jaded,
but not with accuracy, more straight jacketed,
way past that half-way point of no return,
turning back is not a listed menu option
love poetry
demands, requires and requests
envisioning, precursor to dreaming,
but I am choking on matters-of-fact,
questions of survivability,
that do not
shed love poetry words,
I
love exclaiming
to any and all within hailing distance,
my loving firmament, but the damp atmosphere
swallows my hopes and sounds, even though
still can smell the lingering nearness odor of honey and apple,
yet, other hints of memory beg to differ,
and I sadly and easy confess,*
this is not a lovely poem…
- * -
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 12:44 PM UTC
While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
Ben a homeless veteran of war, had a heart attack, fell from his wheelchair
and died and people stepped over him.
While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
A forest fire burned in Yosemite National park and Sierra Nevada destroying homes, and
threatening wildlife including 200 year old redwood trees.
While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
Latonya lost her job, and in turn her apartment and in turn the custody
of her children.
While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
Yu fellated a man in a sweaty brothel who was nearly four times her age.
While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Plant leaked tons of radioactive fluid into the
Pacific.
While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
Syrian President Bashar al-Assad used chemical weapons on his own people.
While people talked about what Miley Cyrus was wearing
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
Once day there was a dog
and he decided to **** a frog
beastiliaty, no, the dog's an animal
like miley cyrus
and he's spying on us
and one man didn't like that idea
so he shot a deer
and the deer escaped the bullet like a queer
and ran into a dog in the middle of the road
knocking the dog over in the middle of the road
then a car came but the driver was blind
and then the blind man hit the dog on the side
dog is now dead
bury his head and give him head ;)
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
“As the music goes all Ariana,
And the Manhattan crowd goes all Cyrus,
My eyes just stick to my Cinderella,
As she amazingly sways her hips to his Cruise.”
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Cyrus was a butcher,
the ladies thought him sweet,
and when they spoke,
the gals would joke
about old Cyrus' meat.
But soon the missus told 'em,
her one and only beef-
forget the size
or how he'd rise,
Old Cyrus was too brief.
His brother, Clive, the baker,
a young and heavy lad,
was paid no mind
by womankind
cause of the weight he had.
But soon the missus told 'em,
with a twinkle in her eye,
Forget the size,
or how he'd rise,
that boy could eat a pie!
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
Flying upon the sea
Mystifying as the aqua gleams
Body at freeze
Ego at ease
Soul at peace
Plunging towards the captivating vibration, I go
Clicking towards the mind, is a bowl
A metallic bowl within mere space
Flowing with the vibrant, warm water
Deeper and deeper below
No time no 'life', as everything is at slow
Deeper and deeper the faster I slope
Bubbles glistening and popping into my skin
Not knowing how or so thus had begin
Deeper and deeper below
Near, under, and through my physical barrier
Gliding through, swimming, diving upon my soul
Just as I am doing towards the bowl as the closer I go to meet a hole
Cyrus!
Cyrus!
Feeling a distant call
Very distant, very low
Bubble, bubble, pop pop
Sliding out every aspect of barriers I seemed to have
They met at the open
Thus my ego Cyrus, were formed as a token
Deep whispers through his ears were spoken
Telling him
Holding his very sanity
Keeping his sense of vanity
Explode
Particles within the tank
Within the bowl
Meeting every physical barrier it had
Acid
Burned and burned until all there was, was a purple smoke
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
I spent my early life
Looking out from behind
The chain link fence on the turkey farm
There they fed me right
Fattened up my thighs
After all, what could be the harm
If it was up to me
I would never leave
It's where I prefer to spend my years
But alas will come the day
When all good turkey's have to say
Arrivederci...I am outta here
I was born to be a Butter Ball
Unlike those sloppy pigs that live next door
To be a tender turkey is my call
And all you want to do is eat me
Yes, you wanna eat me
They just took Turkey Jack
To the shed out back
Where we never heard from him again
Just like yesterday
With my friend Turkey Dave
Strange they haven't messed with Turkey Slim
Am I the next in line
Could this here be my time
My head placed on the chopping block
As I say my goodbyes
To all the gals and guys
I gobble to Mary Lou as an after thought
I was born to be a Butter Ball
So delicious they're coming back for more
Tenderized to the very core
All they want to do is eat me
I was born to be a Butter Ball
A slap in the face to the Honey Ham
To be a tinder turkey is my call
Heavy on the gravy with a side of yams
Now that you know my tale
I hope I told it well
Enjoy this day with your family and your friends
So remember then
Don't leave the stuffing in
And dinner will go the way that it was planned
I was born to be a Butter Ball
The highest honor of them all
Into the open oven I must fall
Cause all you want to do is eat me
Yes, all you wanna do is eat me
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
Everyone
is born pure,
I think.
Imagine red-hot
****** metal.
Clay is given to two
people. Two.
Sometimes one person leaves.
The metal is too hot.
Hey, this isn't for me,
he or she says.
Shame if it's the mom.
Push it out. Check out
of the heartbreak motel.
But it's all the same,
I suppose:
Mom or dad.
Red-hot ****** metal,
sitting at the playground.
Teacher says,
Play with the other kids.
Teacher says,
Does the world seem big
because it's so scary?
Teacher says,
What is your nature?
Teacher says,
Play with the other kids--
think of it as
networking.
Time to graduate.
You ******* queer,
said the news.
Yeah you,
said the news.
Look over here,
said the news.
Bombs, **** *******
******* ***** spics,
****** school shootings,
drugs, suicide, famine,
STDs, rap music, Jews,
Obama, Putin, North Korea,
Ferguson,
said the news.
By the way,
said the news.
Have you seen
Miley Cyrus'
nip slip,
said the news.
Graduation night.
Rumbling 'round the
warm, bath water
city lights.
Her hand in his.
She looks over,
What is your nature?
I had a teacher
ask me that,
he said.
They ****** underneath
an apple tree.
This is what the rain is for.
What?
This is what the rain is for.
To get us wet?
No, ********
Because I already
had you wet.
Ha-ha. Very funny...
No, it's for washing away
memories of ***
under a tree.
Birth.
Two people. Two.
Let's name him,
she said.
Let's fail him,
he said.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Lost in the ghetto lands of blighted and brutal suburbia
The naked children huddle before the fornicating image of Miley Cyrus
And dare to dream !
••
Dream of escape!
••
Escape into the blighted and brutal High Hills
Of sordid Wealth and perverted Fame
Where WE THE PEOPLE
********** lovingly before THE GODS!
••
Sick!
We are sick!
Physically
Emotionally
Intellectually
&
Spiritually
Sick Sick
Sick!!
••
(to put it mildly)
••
Anyway
So?
•••
The weight of the world!
(Not as heavy as the weight of our morbidly obese
And disgustingly dying unloved bodies)
But still
THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD!
--
(which, in fact, we do not bother to carry)
••
The naked children
(remember them?)
They're still there huddling before the fornicating image of Miley Cyrus
//////
//////
How do you suppose that they shall die?
SUICIDE
HEART FAILURE
WAR
RADIATION POISONING
STARVATION
••
Guess right and win a prize!!!
•••
(Triviality is all that's left)
.•••
Unless?
••
Unless you truly die and be reborn again
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
I spent my early life
Looking out from behind
The chain link fence on the turkey farm
There they fed me right
Fattened up my thighs
After all, what could be the harm
If it was up to me
I would never leave
It's where I prefer to spend my years
But alas will come the day
When all good turkey's have to say
Arrivederci...I am outta here
I was born to be a Butter Ball
Unlike those sloppy pigs that live next door
To be a tender turkey is my call
And all you want to do is eat me
Yes, you wanna eat me
They just took Turkey Jack
To the shed out back
Where we never heard from him again
Just like yesterday
With my friend Turkey Dave
Strange they haven't messed with Turkey Slim
Am I the next in line
Could this here be my time
My head placed on the chopping block
As I say my goodbyes
To all the gals and guys
I gobble to Mary Lou as an after thought
I was born to be a Butter Ball
So delicious they're coming back for more
Tenderized to the very core
All they want to do is eat me
I was born to be a Butter Ball
A slap in the face to the Honey Ham
To be a tinder turkey is my call
Heavy on the gravy with a side of yams
Now that you know my tale
I hope I told it well
Enjoy this day with your family and your friends
So remember then
Don't leave the stuffing in
And dinner will go the way that it was planned
I was born to be a Butter Ball
The highest honor of them all
Into the open oven I must fall
Cause all you want to do is eat me
Yes, all you wanna do is eat me
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC