"drat" poems
*eyeball too big
or
dream too big?*
That **** alice-door is too tiny
Just enough to peep through
One mere eyeball
And espy the jolly life of dreams
Yet barely enough for a hand to reach through
let alone fingertips to taste …
Cruelty is…midday heart-brake too big
Reality makes sure to stick it in deep
Its harsh voice stoking…stoking
Gleeful gives the dreamer an artful kick
*maybe moment has dawned
to reduce that ambitious dream-reel
perhaps too big…on the teasing life-wheel
oh, drat! no biggie…
may well just trash every heart’s desire
let go of hope and let drown*
*no…forget it, Fate
I shan’t, no.
come…..
come onnnnnnnnnnnn, then….!
hey, come and drag me by my ****** heels
with my face in the gutter!*
(I am WAITING...)
S T, 15 August 2013
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC
My happiness comes from me ask my friends and the world around me blossoming in a spark of crimsony red moon glow on forethought walks through the shivering lenses of percept that trickle down our backs as we enlighten ourselves with all that is in between and unseen.
It is as if our aged limbs were caressed into a symphony of leverages and their shapes. We cannot be cadavers. We are arms of cheer and picture jasper, adolescent googled-eyes gathers with virile fixations on our partners as we prey on the map lines subtly employing our eyes as we dart across each dimple, pimple, freckle, and gently worn rash lines.
These are the dogs of our incessant barking. Idling for sincerity, as actors swiftly press Winter into us while our limbless diction presents our inadequacy Rd upon our ugly and I'll-tempered neighborly-things. Aliens of the afternoon, first floor agony and karmas standard for living in a reduced climate One.
Wearing down the hooves, undulates from Pepperdine mark trails with breaking breads and twigs and bones. Undulates from another world, behoofed and bemoved, curdling their sappy reselling a of drat and unkindly remarks. And we have begun to wonder when evolution will kick-in. When will the military come for them at the doors and vacate is all from our nontoxic lie-shrouded apartment complexes, condos, and cabins. Slaughter numbers of letters and integers right out in the street; loonies in the town square and the moose are crying.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Oh drat! Oh heck!
The paper just got wrapped
around my printers neck!
"I'm guilty M'lord."
I have to say.
For I kept it plugged in
when I boxed it away.
But counsel speaks!
There are, it seems,
rare mitigating circumstances!
I listen wrapt and all confused.
Not fancying my chances.
He proceeds to eulogise my life.
And makes such a meal of my piteous tale,
that I intevene and plead with the judge
to please stop the trial and throw me in jail!
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
I sometimes think it could be ADD
this thing I really know is pestering poetry
it has me by the throat; it has me by the brain
now it has me in my gut, I'll never be the same
it comes when I least expect
it comes when I really don't want it
when I'm trying to do what I do for pay
it comes along brash and undaunted
I try not to do it, truly I do
but it just spills out like an overfilled gutter
"Stop" I tell her "leave me alone.
I don't want to do this" I sputter.
she's always there, that impudent muse
teasing and taunting my head
I can't get her out, I can't shut her up
even at night when I crawl into bed
she sits on the headboard and waits
for her chance to burst into a dream
then shaking me, waking me
in the wee hours she acts out her scheme
she won't take no for an answer
"I'm sleepy" just will not do
it doesn't matter if it's three AM
or if it's barely half past two
she refuses to let me just lie there
"*Don't be lazy! Get up and write it;
you know how forgetful you are.
Wake up and don't try to fight it.*"
There she is, that cruel taskmaster
looking down at me with a smirk
"*You'll do as I say. I won't tell you again,
Now stop whining and get to work."*
she insists that I follow her orders
battering my mind till it's lame
*"You may only write junk; you may only
write garbage, but you'll write it just the same!"*
I clench my teeth; I ball my fists
I'll show who's the stubborn one
I'll show her who's boss
before this (oh, drat, a poem) is done!
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
oh drat,
you are reading this,
my little kitty ditty,
jinxing my super duper secret plan,
my walter mitty,
if no one reads this pretty
then the algo-rhythm
sure to pick me out of sympathy
to be the
poem-of-the-day!
so thanks for nothing, Jinxy McJinxFace!
do not give me away
with a finger or a heart,
lest the algo smells a rat
realizing that I am artificially intelligent too!
Ogdiddy Nash
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
I am writing a poem without exposition or introduction.
Drat.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
in the midnight hour
desperate men do desperate things,
this a tale of one man
facing down a terrible challenge
in the city that never sleeps, NYC,
especially this sleepless natty resident,
(of that fact, the bible speaks)
when there is nothing left to write or say,
could pick up the phone and order
penne alla ***** delivered to his bed
better yet, hot and direct
not sure
which I prefer,
the penne
or the *****
but in the absence annually
of my master mistress,
all bets are off,
she communes with nature,
I, with pasta
really?
really?
Frosted Flakes for dinner was not well and
sufficient?
have you seen you waist line lately,
or is that a physical impossibility?
drat rat
will forgo my pasta orange creamsicle,
but you will be sorry too,
cause instead you have to share,
to eat,
this awful poem in bed
next to me
12:34am
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
You needed a leak
so entered the bathroom
and there was Anne in the tub
so you made ready
to make a speedy exit
but she called out
hey skinny fellow come on in
and you looked over at her
and said
what if Sister Bridget comes?
Oh **** her come over
and scrub my back
I can’t reach back there
without falling over
so you moved over to the bath
trying to avoid looking
where you ought not
and she said
what’s a matter
ain’t you seen ******* before?
sure
you said
loads of times
and she laughed and said
ok small guy
pick up the sponge and scrub
and so you did
and put soap on the sponge
and got to work
and while you scrubbed
she began to sing softly
and put her hands over her shoulders
and waved at you with her fingers
and you saw her one leg
rise and fall in the water
and you looked away
and felt yourself blush
and all the time her voice
became smoother and smoother
and you pushed the sponge
all over the back
and touched her fingers
so that the soap went over them
and she stopped singing and said
what about the front then boy
are you ready for that?
and as you were about to speak
you heard Sister Bridget
coming down the hall
and Anne said softly
drat.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
Ah them little flags, who is hoisting
those flags, is it you? And please do tell,
what in tarnation do those annoying
little flags do? Perhaps it is well
to use them to flag a ***** poem
that is inappropriate and that
offends. However, I wrote a poem
about cold snowy Oslo, and drat
if it didn't recieve nineteen of
them little flags. If I can't write on
the subject of snow so pure, what Bruv
is a girl to write about, c'mon?!
Please use them flags for offensive poems
and f*ing leave the rest of us alone!
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
The one soul sank
so far beneath
Everything it'd known.
Sunken it sat
Against the mold
of drat and grief alone.
The cold was stuck
The wind picked up
The anguish raised the tides.
The waves that struck
Didn't give a ****
As gravity decides.
The dark crawled deep
into the reef
Of thoughts that ***** his pride.
Then spawned the growth
Of the most
Hated man alive.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Crushed from the inside out
As those tore her heart about
Electro magnetic pulse
Turned me all about
Timeless I suppose
Charging a giro sending a pulse
Pusedo genius I enclosed
Prodigy maybe so
Motionless setting tone
Sending my frequencies
Multi sailing through fragmenting L to C
Ohh drat I don't know
Like poker to a cave
Half Russian half Italian
Mocking her intellect
While having her uhhmm
Her haveing you on connect
I do love mirrors
On a clouded day
Per say
Sixth sense are you
degreeing with me
Yes nod your head
As he stood puking up the sun
From Adams Ben
For she worth more live
Than dead
And I like the weight of her majesty lay deep in her ocean
Crushing total game!
I never really liked triangles
It's love
in the 3rd degree
And she is a she
Like an ace gone missing
Nothing up her sleeve
Don't fret
For this mere poetry
And Monday will be
Slender and sleek
Behind bars...
Know what I mean
Your dipping *****
Wiping clean
Not on me!!!!!
So please spare the lady
Some dignity...
For she like to think
For herself
On a day of laundry
Only!
And playing on her phone...
How she miss her children so
Maybe we should let this go
As y'all do
Misses I mean Mr. T!!!
Seems unfair if you ask me!!!
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
A while back I thought of us as flies trapped in sap
Some of us struggling towards the top for a breath
A stray wind freeing some of us finally
I'll probably always be impressed in sap
Honest to god, romantic love brings me back
Down to the bottom where it's dark
I don't mind all that much
Especially hearing the fluxuations in her voice
Why does it **** me? Also: why do I hear?
Everything fades fast as if covered in red velvet
I know the color will bleed soon
But drat, I always forget how pleasant that feels
:-(
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Have you put on weight?
(I'm fat!)
Your eyebrows aint straight
(Oh drat!)
What are you wearing?
(I'm a mess)
Your hair is wavy!
(Birds nest)
Your teeth are crooked
(Can't smile)
Your nose is hooked
(Sh*te!!!)
Your nails are cracked
(Please stop)
Your face looks smacked
(I can't cope)
Your ears are too big
(I wanna cry)
I'm only kidding hahaha
(I wanna die)
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
death... on gossamer wings
alights,
on my bed head
to watch with......... disgust
and rude dissappointment.
as i open my eyes
and greet the dawn of
another day full of potential....
summarily for us both.
this is the ....9862nd time for this
particular ritua.... there are other rituals with a higher
number.... but this one is important and not to be missed.
for death.... this is but the
start of his working day ...
as he trails behind me, in anticipation ....
watching and waiting for my
demise....
as i grow old his blood grow thinner.... greyer ....
but to his task, so grim....
he is chained .....and full
well knows that..... in the end
he will not ever... be denied.
besides it could be worse
he could have been cursed
to have as his prize.....
one of those centenanarians....
but then this one is sanguinely
stubborn....drat it may still happen ... and that would be
.....tragic... for you see...
.....the deaths that follow them.. the old... old.....
are now..... nanoscopicly
microscopicly minute
... in size
so now to explain....the way it works.....(as seen inside this .....................quirky brain)
is this..... when born..
.....death looms big and large.
as you grow garnering fear
wisdom and years..... it's size
decreases.
and one other thing death
......is one and...... is many
one, final call gifted to us all.
many, differing ways and
needs.
so.... we all have somewhere
in our blood... our brain our
eyes.... in our home and our surrounds.
a little bit of death
waiting........ to be found
he is patient and through
the many, many ...many years of his existance.....
not one has he lost.... forever
although some miss the early
call.....abscond.....refuse to fall at first or second sounding..
when your time is done ......
he will be waiting... on
wings of gossemer dark
and forthright...
for you and i...til then..
he flys close by
as we ....whistle our days away
frustrating this deaths play
.....for early completion
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
It wasn't the rows or the rantings..
..the spells you cast or the chantings
It was the cat.
You loved that cat more than me..
..and the cat knew.
That much I could see.
The little rat I didn't like it all that much..
..in fact I couldn't bear to touch its fur.
It did not like me anyway
The little swine would stand and spray upon my suit.
You should have given it the boot.
Instead you gave the boot to me.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
Drat it, if i never have any responsibility upon your honey heart.
im ****** blame enough if i cant recognize that you are my heart desire. if im not mature enough to prove my heart music to you.
if there is nothing expect one; that i 'love you forever' .
see if only we can make our heart 'one' today and live by it .
if you can say to me the real word that ever exists: 'love' within the bottom of your heart and let it stay there forever.
if disaster can blow, but instead strengthen our love.
when you see the light glaring upon my eyes and feel it your dream.
and believe that the 'true love' cant be with more display and feeling.
you will see that its enough trying ,its enough feeling and loving.
so baby give your heart to me; cause, im in love with you ,
only you and endlessly. let me touch your heart now and then.
cause im in 'love with eternally'. no need to wait .
cause is today ,let move about it ,cause real love cant wait .
no matter what you may have passed through before .
see honey my heart , im giving you, new days ,new life ,natural ,fresh,
and real as sun shine, another world ,another experience you never felt . you know my heart is very young in love ,fresh as morning ,
not any spotting . i wanna carry you into my dream ,the purest dream. you know honey my heart ,my mind is natural and my heart is virgin. and i want you to spot it truly and lovingly. you will never forget our first day ,our everyday will worth heaven.
so let go doubt cause: i 'love with you endlessly'
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Just before
New romance, is there anything more enjoyable?
At this moment in time for me this feeling is undeniable.
I understand that love is better than this,
But the anticipation, waiting to see her,
Dreaming of a kiss is pure bliss.
I love love, but it has to start somewhere,
So I am going to enjoy this moment without a care.
Just hope and happiness before I confess,
A few questions needed first, before splendid, or drat!
What a mess.
I know one day I will be deflated,
But in this moment in time, I am elated!
So I will look forward, instead of back,
Because one day love will appear and that will be that.
I will speak and she will hear
And then I will hold her for a thousand years.
Inside my heart for she will be forever loved.
It may all be a fantasy right now,
But to me it sure sounds good.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
Oh drat!
Here comes the cat
Gonna eat my food and call me fat
Oh snap!
He's taking a crap
Gonna bury it deep and sit on my lap
Oh criminy!
He's acting all subliminy
Gonna read my mind and judge my ...
Okay fine, I love this cat and we are best friends.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Dark Angel only knows the old games he plays
just to keep his slaves looking his way,
he holds shadows over the dark notion
where the moon now always shines on dim
He speaks more words of lies
in his fits of anger that drat the minds
the eloquence of darkness casting away truth of love,
that makes the hearts ache
it levels a pain so deep crushes out the free
that leaves the soul to weep
with a doomed faith that leads to hate
pain's invention, admonish of true love,
darkness preys behind my own eyes
I see what it is I never wanted to be
I feel the cuts deep into my gut
I can feel the emptiness running deep within my soul
oh, how this darkness is making me almost lose control.
I almost felt I will never be free
Dark Angel ''WHY, '' do you want to hurt me?
- Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 7:00 PM UTC