"doof" poems
Octavian Octopus
lives In the sea
with eight long tentacles
to hug you and me
He spends his days
with Seahorse Sabrina
who dreams longingly
of being a ballerina
Octavian wants so much
to be like his crony
but sadly, all of his
dance moves are bologna.
Still he felt that
he needed to impress
his funky fresh pal
in the pretty pink dress
so for hours, Octavian
practiced his spins and his twirls
he even got a costume
with glittery frills
So came the day
of the big talent show
He could show old Sabrina
that he too, was a pro
But alas,
half way through his act
his big squirmy arms
got caught in a crack
He tripped and he stumbled
and fell off the platform
tears started to fall
and away, he started to storm
"Stop!" a voice shouted at him
and he turned around to see
his best friend Sabrina
giggling with glee
"the very best dancer,
you don't need to be
if you really want to
be friends with me"
He smiled and she laughed
"you're very cool, you silly-old-goof,
but just be yourself,
not a stumbling doof"
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
I can't believe that I fell for your best friend
You're exactly the girl that I want
You meet every **** expectation
You're cute and adorably lost
It's like God sent me a test forged in heaven
Here's a nice girl, she kind of digs you
Now here's her hot friend, she's easy
Come now, you know who to choose
Well I let you down, didn't I, I'm sorry
My brain's not all there when I'm dumb
I suppose my grades don't really speak volume
That's why mom says I'm a destined ***
Even when you explicitly told me
That you reached out to set us in motion
It went over my head, flew through both ears
I'm not all that good with emotion
Now you're off with that mister, that fellow
I won't diss him, he landed my catch
I do think you'd be happier with me though
But I blew it, I'll get in line, last.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Ik zie ze vallen, de vogels zijn bevroren.
*** kan een vorst zo snel bevriezen?
Vliegen naar de vrijheid richting verder.
Maar het noorden is koud en het zuiden verwoest.
Oost of west, thuis, draag ik een vest.
De kachel verliet mij. Waarom verliet hij mij?
Een heuvel probeert zijn piek te bevochtigen,
Maar niemand staat daar, dus hij blijft droog.
Alles rolt naar beneden, een diep en duister gat.
Wanneer krijg ik een reden? Mijn kin is nat.
Ik vraag mij af wanneer dooi zal wederkeren.
Ik vraag mij af wie er moet leren.
Zijn zij dood en leef ik voort?
Of is dit zoals het hoort?
Kleurenblind, dat ben ik, maar jij bent doof.
Jouw oren werken, graver des kloof.
Wil jij niet luisteren? Ben jij bang?
Laat mij jou koesteren met mijn gezang.
Jouw wonden, lik ze niet zo hard.
Voel je pijn, spreidt het vlees apart.
Ik ben daar, ik **** je kreet.
Jouw vervloeking, toch, ik grijp je beet.
Ooit op een dag, in verre tijd.
Mijn hart beantwoord; jouw spijt.
Open je ogen en druppel met mij mee
Vergiffenis en liefde, ons bootje op zee.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
Verdronken in geest
Tongen blind gemaakt
Harten, met lood ingegoten
Doof voor eigen naam
Als waterdruppels hebben zij zich laten absorberen door het stof van deze dunya
Zij verkeren in droogte, enkel en alleen om mee te kunnen praten over de hardheid waarmee zij de ziel wensen te verpletteren
Zij hebben *** huizen kostenloos weggegeven
En zijn gaan leven in de bek van een slang
Achteloos wachten zij op de sleutel der goedkeuring
Vol wetenschap van *** mogelijke ondergang
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
Against the patriarchal construct they
Rally in a corner booth at Big Linda’s
MePhones, sody-dranks, a full-up ash tray
Tabled as if these were the agendas
And uniformed in uniforms they sit
In conclave all unanimous to judge
Their boss to be: a sorry piece of (stuff)
A drab, a dork, a doof, a dolt, a drudge
A slime, a slob, a slug, a **** a schlo -
Oh, wait! We’re late! The time! We’d better go!
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
whaddayoudo
between fast food and poo
of benefit to this earth
what is left
or are you bereft
of any contributing worth
you accelerate too fast
and squander the stuff
that took millions of years to make
what do you think
in the din of your doof
as you take and take and take
are you nuts
to leave a trail of butts
and grunting diatribe
dropping your empties
what were you thinking
it's just such a bad vibe
you sneer an swear
and put smoke in the air
and criticise all that’s arty
you adopt talk of the street
and a derivative beat
as you fight for your right to party
whaddayoudo
between fast food and poo
that is of redeeming worth
whaddayoudo
that would be fine and true
that's of benefit to this earth?
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC