"dykes" poems
The ground bubbled neath, February's awakening
stoic crocuses stood water deep,
so that capriciousness was revealed
The fill ***** over flowed.
So certain the path walked
she wove aconites into her hair
to unghost the prevailing snowdrops.
The dogwood a resplendent beacon
vies to complete the cycle .
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
Hunting has a noble heritage, for sure
Bringing us together, it forged a species
Keen-eyed, communicative, feared by the fierce
So who am I to begrudge you your sport?
I, too, love wide open skies, tramping over bog and fen,
I even quite like dogs!
I imagine nature might reveal herself to you
In signs jealously guarded from the armchair carnivore.
I can almost reconcile your harsh percussion
With the croak of the raven, the sloshing tide
And the chewing and mooing of cattle.
But the pheasant! For the love of God, the pheasant?
It can hardly be a battle of wits!
I've seen him as he sits, a big, red bullseye
On fences and *****
Startled by every day he survives.
How stirring can it be,
Picking off the ones the cars and lorries never got?
When you carry him home,
Better off dead,
Hang him in your garage for a week
Feeling like Henry VIII,
Cut him down, slit him open and find the crop
Stuffed not with heather shoots and beetles
But with half a pound of store-bought grain
(Generously laced with antibiotics) -
I hope the realisation creeps up
That you may as well have asserted yourself
In the hen coop,
Blasting away at befuddled poultry
And saving yourself a walk.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 1:33 AM UTC
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BUT IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
you say i'm a ***** but you're a misogynist who thinks ***** is the worst thing you can be
but it's not like you're smart, and you don't have a heart, so drive your *** back to D.C.
the government thinks it's funny, they have all the power and money
ha, honey, let me tell you: your power is nothing, if you don't have that something
that your people are willing to fight for
you kick down the poor
and bully the weak
it's no wonder we hate the words that you speak
and you're not concerned, but the people have learned
we're more clever than you and i think you know it too
and you will never understand
the courage of a desperate man
so here's to the ******* the ******* the *****
the homeless, the hungry; who can't stand this country
because of the white men who think they're in charge
well it's time for a change; this needs to end, you must make amends
because the ones you used to spite? well we've got some bite and we're ready to fight
because we're not all men and we're not all white
so clean off your glasses and get off of your ***** boy, are you in for a show
i think you know where this is going; our power is growing
and everyone knows how this ends
the villains will lose and we will pull through
don't underestimate this group of friends
because sure i'm a ***** but i get **** done
**** with me and i'll **** with you
the roles have reversed, turns out there is something worse
now look who's holding the gun
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
sticks and stones
may break my bones
(but words will never hurt me)
people stare when we hold hands, they glare and point and scream in whispers behind cupped palms. sometimes they applaud or congratulate us, but i hate that, too; i don't want to be brave or strong or special i just want to kiss you without glancing left and right first. boys in parking lots shout and whistle, cars honk but WE'RE RUBBER YOU'RE GLUE, IT BOUNCES OFF US AND STICKS TO YOU so guess what- you're the ***** you're the ******* you're the freaks, you have to change the pronouns in your poetry, you are afraid of churches, you were listed in The Diagnostic And Statistical Manual Of Mental Disorders as a "sociopathic personality disturbance" until its seventh edition. if i had a nickel for every time a mother hurried a child away from us on the street, i might have enough money to sue one or two of you for harassment and hate.
s.h.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
***** ***** in denim
They cut your heart when you let them
Those ***** *****
Da da da da der *****
***** *****
Da da da da der *****
Now Karen was a cutie
Had her man and a *****
She kissed her man off
And then he beat her
She found a girlfriend
They went to heaven
Because those ***** ***** in denim
Rip your thing when you let them
Those ***** *****
Da da da da der *****
***** *****
Da da da da der *****
Now Donna was a queenie
She licked her way to the fifties
She found a woman who had a plastic
Way up inside her
It was fantastic
She loved those ***** ***** in denim
They'll turn you on if you can catch one
Those ***** *****
Da da da da der *****
***** *****
Da da da da der *****
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
We transgenders are not *****
nor *******
We transgenders are not tools,
nor autistic or ********
It is not funny to spit at us.
Or stick notes on our back.
It is not funny to misgender us,
or harass and assault.
It is like we are a fish out of water.
Watching everyone swim.
As we suffocate and die.
See, we transgenders are just like you.
And you see,
We all speak it.
The truth.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
The struggle is real
So I've been told
The homie told me yesterday
Licks had to be made
eating with our enemies
sleeping with the Devil
But, Expect them not to be evil
Broke ***** on the strip
Gay Brothas Suckin ****
**** ***** licking *****
***** is you really gay
Or need a sponsor for your ******* kid
Now tell me aint that some ****
Everybody wanna be sucka free
so we say the sweet lovers just thirsty
the dog nighas Got flex game see
Pipe it up , Shut it down, Light it up
Smoking loud in big crowds
Crazy girls and wild ******
Broke ******* styling and profiling
Living in hotels and wiling
For that dolla , she'll let you holla , hit and even spit
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
*****
Aren't you a big shrike?
Those ***** are lady-like
And we can talk freely about other women and its not awkward
What's not to like?
Get that pike
Out of your rear
Because it's apparent
That you are not easy to like
By the way you label people nastily
It's not appealing any way.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
protesting *****
down w/ this &
that; neo-Nazis
marching waving
weird geek flags
worshiping white
people from space;
Pride Marches
celebrating golden
underwear &
too much lipstick;
macho *****
******* yelling it
out; Slutwalking
through downtown
challenging **** &
mysogyny dressed
as ugly Barbies;
gender color trans
light a joint & sit
on the grass smoking
lovely, got my kpop,
got my g/bf; Toni,
Tony, Antoinette,
Anthony; neo-Nazis
rushing headlong
back into the dustbin
of history; prostitutes
pretend to be fembots;
acting like brainless
machines unless smart
as Jeopardy contestants;
****** cosplay fetish,
no cash, no crime; no
crime, no cops; no war
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 11:27 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
Eloise in a Christmas tree,
swinging a straight razor
at the children below.
Never held enough
as a baby.
Never in love
just a maybe.
Eloise's father
in the living room,
drinking the news.
Those *******
******* and *****
he screams.
Never held enough
as a baby.
His mother smelled of
a late night and
pineapple blend *****
Eloise popping Prozac
like Tic-Tacs.
Fantasizing about
shooting the school body.
You sonuvabitch,
her father screamed.
He penetrated--
She screamed
and writhed.
Wrists held.
Body pressed.
Beans and toast
for dinner.
Mom left dad because dad
isn't big enough
or makes enough money.
Enough. Enough. Enough.
Eloise was supposed to be
a miscarriage.
Her dad lost some toes
when he missed a log.
Chop, the axe said.
The world is a swinging place.
Whispering in the dark.
A hushed frenzy.
Mix and **** out,
her gun let out a shout.
Eloise, queen of the
student mass grave.
Eloise's father turns on
the news.
He drinks liquor instead.
Eloise on the t-v.
Oh, woe is me.
He went to the shed
and blew his head
clean off.
The world is a swinging place.
The world in a frenzy.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
I've gone about my day only truly half-present, as with every conversation, regardless of with whom, I force myself to promote my image of simple bliss and to keep your name at bay, and only have managed to hold it on just the inside of my lips. It still presses on, like a flooding at the ***** that in time shall burst forth anyway.
I feel that, as our recent moments together linger deliberately in the recesses of my head, if I left my mouth unguarded for even a brief time your name would dance off my tongue like the sweetest confession declared in those screened-up boxes at catholic church and then all of the world would know of the sinful treasure I'm hoarding inside my heart.
And it would perhaps be but a whisper, but it'd feel like I've shouted it for hours from the hilltop at the end of my street, calling attention to everyone I've never known and screaming the sudden proverbial anomaly of my new found love in you with shameless, reckless abandon.
If I could reach into myself I'd find a restless sea of unsorted emotion thrashing about, trying to capsize my poor, prevailing heart as it chugs along like a dazed animal treading water; I'm turning over the thorough avidity in how affectionately we ask to turn out each other's pockets and uncover each lingering quirk and flavor of one another.
I carry along, holding myself not quite as tall as Cloud Nine sits but just enough to breathe in the scent of the rainbows, and it's all because I know that if I stopped living my day for just a moment, I'd recall the fortune I've found in you, and that alone fills me up like I've just put in fifty dollars at the gas station.
What's made you so special?
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
I love the way you touch my skin
and smile in the face of sin
gliding, graceful fingertips
I need your soft kiss on my lips
Our chances at heaven are at this point risky
but hell's just gonna be one big party
I'd rather kiss ***** in blazing hell
than sit in heaven under God's dull spell
Let our lipstick mix
as we sweetly disgrace the crusafix;
what's more divine
than the way our fingers intertwine
as we watch the moon shine
and drink satan's red, red wine
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
That tree
it swings
and blows
and loves to show the comes and goes
wanderers and glasses cases with altruistic basses
let it go let it flow
drip drip
down
pails of silt for building *****
all of them, fending off hurricane storms and flooding waters
roll up your jeans baby it's wet out today
muggy and watery
what's the state of our affairs?
He said he wanted one
but only in his head, I think
I wanted him to want an anything with moi
just a silly old anything
that involved his naked body but
he can't do that
can he?
I don't know I'm too afraid to look
too excited to keep my eyes shut
so where does that leave off?
Frozen with hormones and confusion
anticlimaxes burning my brain
his loss
could have been the best thing he ever bragged
or regretted
who cares not me
not him
not the ones holding off the storms and the thorns
not the glint in my eye that proclaims the day is good so long as I can breathe
and then and then
it comes and goes
and so it shows
I need a better use of my rhyme.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
You funny.
I can be funny too.
I've got a functioning funny bone,
just like you.
Watch me hit it on this thing.
Ouch!
Hey, wasn't that funny though?
Didn't you see?
Let me tell you a joke:
There once was this guy who set out to type a joke,
but halfway through it his funny bone broke!
Ouch.
This one time, I traded cigarettes for jokes with a few of the homeless folk who live in Orlando.
I was still in high school then, but I can still remember how they went!
Well, actually, I can only recall two of them.
They go like this:
"If you have fifty ***** and fifty politicians in the same room,
then what do you have?"
"Um, I don't know."
"A hundred people who don't know **** about ****
Hahahahahahaha
"What do you call a *** on roller blades?"
"Hmm, no idea."
"Rolaids!"
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Women i love you for your boisterousness
and softness too, harshest lighting
notwithstanding
You are poems of poems of poems
in moonlight beneath crimson moons
encouraging mystery
Women your sanguinary allure holds
me never but your pernicious sorrows
are as captivating as ever
You are goddesses and ****** and archetypes
all the same from salon to Wal-Mart
to the Barnes up the Parkway to the Zoo
Wymyn you are ***** on bykes leather
lesbian jackets and caresses of chains
silent cervixes smattered and schmeared
Ladies your parts are none of my business
and my love's too Western for that nonsense
but I wish them all good health and plumbing
Listen sisters, allow me some gravy
for respecting the curvature without
ever needing to ride like Sally into orbit
Your ******* are thousands of temptations
to many men but I'm only enamoured
by your foreign policy experience
Women you know how to know what's what
and make yourselves muses and heroines
perfecting heterosexual enchantment forever
Hey ladies let's be friends and not so secretly
plot for you to really start conquering the world,
ok?
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
We got some dead queers here
they're messing up the floor
Too many ***** too many
******* ******* don't get
me started on the trans*
We need to move our cars
and stroll the walk with
ignorant future tagalongs
More than need to care
To say, ******* speak up
We got some dead queers here,
No ******* problem
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
I was sitting on the curb
Waiting to see the people who were just like me
Mom was explaining things to me
My brother felt like he was home. That these were his people.
Inside my head,
I'm screaming these are my family.
On the outside, I'm watching all the people walk across the street.
Hear the rev of motorcycles.
Hear comes the ***** on Bikes
Girls who I thought were boys
Didn't really know what a **** was
Until I looked into the street.
Man. That duct tape had to hurt when they took it off their skin.
Looking back at that day
I barely knew anything.
Hell, I barely knew the what "You'll live like a ***** babe." meant.
Things were never hard just because I was Gay.
Relationships are what made my life Hell.
A Year Ago Tomorrow
Was the day
I found it wouldn't be the same again.
A Year Ago Tomorrow
Marks the day
I came to terms with who I really was.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
"If you don't wanna' lick my ****** that's fine, but don't attack my character." Said the lesbian in the reality TV show. !
She's holding a red plastic cup, slurring like a drunk. She is profound. If I called her gay I think she'd say **** you, *** I'm a **** I might point out that **** and ***** are gay; she, perhaps, would then remind me that after Katelynn or katelinn or however Bruce spelled his new name for a brief period in 2016 LGBT had a Q added to the tail-end... but 4 letters is the max allotment for tagging a community and the Q simply took the splash and the roll off the LGBT brand...
... and thus the Q was dropped; and thus the order of the world restored; and thus, on the very last minute of the 6th day, the Lord's final gift to man and life in general on planet earth was a raging ********* in the form of a drunk lesbian educating us all on the fine merits of keeping one's ****** wet BECAUSE a dry ****** can only belong to - nay! exist as far as the reality star would have you believe... vaginas exist onto themselves, though science has deduced with unquestionable Puritan certainty - despite the very Words Written by The Very Good Lord's Hand himself in The Holy Bible as Interpreted by the Most Wholly Holy Puritanical preacher preaching from Jerusalem to L.A. itself - Vaginas (cap the V, it's a she and she's a noun) most definitely and defiantly belong to mammals only; However should they be dry then said mammal most-probably has a questionable reputation and a clearly corrupt character.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
Cornwallis Inn,
Gothic Stone With
Marble Floor Ways,
A Small Lounge Area
And A Bar Alongside.
Road Weary
And Thirsty
We Belly
Up To The Trough.
A Drunkin' Patron
Pulls Up A Stool,
Too Drunk To Even
Pay Attention To The ****** Gestures
Or Our Body Language.
He Overstays
Any Sort Of Welcome
That I Would Have Given Him.
I Told
The Barkeep
I Was From Town
But Haven't Been Here
For Decades,
That When I Had Left,
The Town Wasn't More
Than A Ghost Town
In The Making.
That The Land
Of ***** And Orchards
Would Dwarf The Town,
Making It Only
A Spot On The Map,
Like The Stain
Left By A Barfly
On A Hot, Hot Day.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Blocks of letters are placed carefully, one adjacent to the other,
To construct a word like one does on a scrabble board.
No, you don’t stop there.
You hop on, emptying sandbags, converting them to blank-spaces Moving along to the next word,
Starting from scratch
Only with the additional constraints
The previous word’s meaning, tense and grammar.
This recursive process goes on,
And you rectify every teeny tiny error
That may be buried somewhere.
You do this in a jiffy and you reach that point in the game
Where you show something you’ve conjured out of nowhere,
To the person standing next to you.
But no, you can’t do that as new walls emerge out of nowhere Squeezing your lips tighter than ever, severing every limb,
******* the life out of what you just created.
Some words slither their way out
Trying to stretch your lips, roll your tongue
But they were born seconds ago
You’ve asked too much from them already.
Soon, the only remains are chopped words and mutilated letters
And most of the times even worse- nothing.
They become your sheepish grins, shivering hands, angry expletives, Fervent nods and deadpan ****** expressions.
Sentences die, and the words go unspoken.
Words which are spoken, are in the sounds of silence.
Those unspoken words are powerful.
They construct ***** with an infinite capacity
That never lets your tears out of your eyes,
Your fears out of the brain, and
Your sears out of the heart.
They mean nothing to the audience, and they mean everything to you. The things you could say, the things you would love to say, and yet, what did you actually say? More precisely, what didn’t you say?
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
I like to walk on tight ropes made of rainbow bacon in my mind
Because deep below me, is everything I left behind
And through I creep through time, so slowly and surely
I rely so wholly on my insecurities
Because they excuse me,
The absent quarters in my brain are filled and drained daily
Like ***** , abused in the onset of the tide
With hopes and ambitions and new dreams and ideas
That are briskly
And surely crushed in my sleep
Aghast i gasp in the horror of my anatomy
How poorly my blood vessles are fueled
So I shall bleed them dry
With out a doubt in my mind I am in the right
Yet my heart beats so sourly when I fight
For love
Why am I so wrong
Why is it that nothing goes to plan
And they say failing to plan is planning to fail
So I plan to fail so spectacularly they thought id planned it in the First Place
Loosing grip on reality has its drawbacks,
Mostly though
The drawbacks stand,
That their is no drawbacks
Not one at hand
So clasp me right, and rig me for full sail
I've caught a gale my dear,
And to the heart of the storm i shall sail
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
i am not a politically correct person
sometimes i call gay people **** or "dykes"
not to hurt anyone's feelings
but
because that's how i was raised
history has turned into a blame game
one page forward, two pages back
you say one thing, then change the fact
once a victim, now on the attack
now i don't even know how to act
to be honest
i feel uncomfortable around large groups of black people
not because i misunderstand them
but
because they misunderstand me
history has turned into a blame game
one page forward, two pages back
you say one thing, then change the fact
once a victim, now on the attack
now i don't even know how to act
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
dyke, spike in your heart
heart suddenly stops till you make it start
far, far too far away, shivering bye night holding tears in by day
I hardly know you but I want you to be here i want you to stay
and to hold you close
**** I would do anything for you
you know me and I don't know how, but you need me and I need you
I can't eat and sleep without you
and you are proof that I am not a ****
and whats wrong with ***** anyway?
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC