"didja" poems
Oh Dear God, Holy Deity,
My Virginity,
I Lost In The Back Seat Of Forever
I Was On The Ninth Cloud
Back Flat On My Suede Couch
With The Volume Down Low,
Watching Some Cartoon Show,
We Were Kids Back Then.
Fifteen,
With Large Dreams,
Our Future Looking Bright
Baby, It Just Felt Right
On that Night
December Eleventh,
Didja Even Mean It,
Darling?
These Old Salt Wounds Are Scarring.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
Age ain’t nuthin' but a number, they said.
Only each of those numbers
means you’re one step closer to being dead.
Sure, I can still wear a short dress.
But why would I—
there’s no need to impress.
The hormones have fled, and in their stead
I have wisdom and serenity. I’ve said goodbye
to the burning desire to coax someone into bed.
Yes, I could hike the Himalayas, if I try;
but my arthritis means
every step of the way, I’d cry.
I play the guitar, but don’t get too far,
before I feel it in my elbow.
Didja notice Jimmy Page
rubs his arm?I guess he didn’t get the memo--
the one that says it’s just a number, your age.
I’m here to tell you age makes you humbler.
NO ONE my age says “age is nothing but a number.”
Numbers mean something, they add and subtract;
by the time you’re my age, you’re in your second act.
In fact the second act is closing, I’m moving on to the third—
the final act--where you’ve got to sum it all up, but, rest assured:
I’m not pining for my lost youth,
when I had better health,
but less truth.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Hey girl, Didja know?
You really help my flowers grow.
My Peonies show, just making sure that you know.
The Ranunculus glow from love, my succubus from above.
Red rose in my hand, now my love is exposed!
Girl, I'm making this for you.
Your words feed me like noodle soup.
**** Im falling way to hard.
I wonder if we will go that far?
Hey girl, didja know?
The sun comes out when it sees you down below.
Solar beams that feed the earth, excuse my ****** attempt to flirt.
Warm beach and summer waves, I pray to keep life like this everyday.
Burning passion in my gut, I wish myself the best of luck.
Girl, I'm making this for you.
I hope you know my love is true!
**** I'm falling way to hard.
You are truly a wish from a shooting star!
Girl, I'm tryna be relaxed.
But we can make it all past that!
My heart is beating faster than the speed of sound.
I really just want you around!
Hey girl, Didja know?
Your love brings my storm to a rainbow.
My words are getting mixed.
I guess I'm begging for a kiss.
Goodnight.
<3
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Hey mate didja
G’day bloke wouldja
Yo girlfriend canya
Yeah I thinkya oughta
Farkin’ inquisishin ain’t it
Leavus alone won’t ya
Youse gotta hide busta
She'd've seenus would’ve she
How’d ya be cob
‘twasn’t him inner face
Iffa ask her
She’d teller noway
Givus a ganda bud
Who’d’ve thought eh
Why’d he stick ‘is nose in
‘tisn’t nar buddy’s bisness
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
Come, discern, focus,
conceive the two degree wide,
two said sounds wide, two words wide
agon, we call the mindspace, now, in time
agged into efforting conception, we hold each
a seed within ourselves, and we have been lead
to believe we learn in real time, while we digest
suggestions from the environs, while we why away
another reason war has used to make hate, articles
of faith, he who does not hate is father and his mother,
brother, did you take the oath,
the one at a four square baptism, didja?
So, you are pretty sure there is a hell to shun,
and one unrepented will to ill treat a living liar,
such as all men just happened to be, because,
and you know its true, because
the bible says Paul read in on a…
Ode to Zeus, factcheck me, I'm good.
no liar shall enter truths spirit will
to make up minds used to making peace
in terms of loving push and pull adverarial
wonderous chaotic beautiful rushes,
or thunderous clouds of sunset joy,
during latter rains, each year.
There it was on the way into the Agon,
where mottos enforce mental engagement,
- a royal society motto,
- take no man at his word, science proves
- true the admonition.
citizens must be readers ready to read the omens,
and the letters all spelled out in Delphic chance,
to those initiates in service as translators.
As your scribe, dear patron saint, what
would your holy other than usness say to us,
as we inquire in spirit form, mere thoughts,
from words another feeds us as we think?
It is the symbol of the curious, the wise serpent,
most honed first guess, right, answers sworn
do tell, as ever before becomes thinkable,
we can imagine humans building Machu Pichu,
crow-lee squacks, waddayathankftat.
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 8:16 PM UTC