"gassing" poems
In a broken down hut
In the middle of the wood
Nor pizza hut nor Squirrel's nut
Can calmly describe that, that could
And somewhere within thy
Lies a seemingly twisted fate
Where two old hags bye and bye
Will simultaneously copulate
It would arise my suspicion
Should there be a banana
and henceforth there be a petition
To Outlaw that Repulsive banana
For one to see into the future
Monkeys would be granted intelligence
Causing bananas to nurture
and my brain to be punctured by a fence
If you still can't see
That bananas are a fruit
Then I guess you will have to ***
While gassing toot toot
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Well what can I say, he says I'm an ****
I just told him he was just full of air..
But we were the closest of friends and were
always found close together like pees in a pod.
*"So what's the plan for today windy,
"We just going to gas? or we just breathing in silence?*
**"I thought you were pulling the other cheek,
But all that comes out of you is crap Hahaha.....**
They were always getting each other in trouble with
one thing or another, if it wasn't **** holding wind in,
it was **** whispering in a lift. But not so silently,
more like a tiny trumpet going off for moments at a time.
There was one time were **** was letting off as usual,
but he let just a little too much out, and in that moment
he told ****
*"That was close, I was one **** away from a poo,*
**** couldn't contain himself and amusement turned
to horror as laughter had loosened both there grips.
And now Mr Poo who usually went diving in
the porcelain pools was now frequenting upon both.
I think I'm going to be sick said **** **** laughted and
then another friend of Poo's joined the party, cleanliness
was obsolete, now as it was like a food fight in close quarters.
Poo slipped out to freedom down the trouser leg and "SPLAT,
**** and **** stunned by poo's lack of grace. *"Could have
stayed for a while,* But **** conceded that he would have
just talked crap, like he did every time he popped out
to see his friends.
Well what could be said, a wet wipe, and **** forgot poo
had even been there. But his odour still lingered gently on.
**** was gassing on and **** clenched so not to
expel to much laughter.. especially in enclosed areas.
**** was just gassing, this duo were always going
be the closest of friends.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
There is a wildness still in England that will not feed
In cages; it shrinks away from the touch of the trainer's hand,
Easy to **** not easy to tame. It will never breed
In a zoo for the public pleasure. It will not be planned.
Do not blame us too much if we that are hedgerow folk
Cannot swell the rejoicings at this new world you make -
We, hedge-hogged as Johnson or Borrow, strange to the yoke
As Landor, surly as Cobbett (that badger), birdlike as Blake.
A new scent troubles the air -- to you, friendly perhaps
But we with animal wisdom have understood that smell.
To all our kind its message is Guns, Ferrets, and Traps,
And a Ministry gassing the little holes in which we dwell.
4.8k
I can smell the heat of the day
The off gassing of materials
The decomposition of grass
I smell the earth drying in the bake
of this southern sky.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
steel
oil
engineering
labor
converge
round a
Rocket 88
dead man’s
curve
prescient
precocious
capitalists
concoct
Edsels
Vegas
Chevelles
leaping
Impalas
leak
oil
staining
every
American
driveway
Pintos
chase
Gremlins
across
The Great Plains
gassing up
at
Rt 66
fillin
stations
scramblin
Midnight
Ramblers
detour to
take refuge
with Goats in
Big Sky
Indian
garages
440
Mustangs
nip
327
Stingrays
and
Mach IV
Cobras
get
snake bit
by Dart
wielding
Mopar
muscle
cars
long fins
chrome bumpers
and round fenders
still get bent in
Havana
but
Motor City is broke
nations outta gas
whole **** country
needs an overhaul
Ike Turner/Jackie Brenston: Rocket 88
Nelson Riddle: Route 66
7/19/13
Oakland
jbm
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
How may I introduce these people to YOU , in a way that will Not make fun of them, but rather, just simply Identify them ! Identified by their present achievements and Job functions.. PERHAPS, they are always this way_________. SO, in my studies of Mankind, HOW to Label All those who are "FULL OF *** S _____! " Such as the following List ! ! #1=STIFLESKILLSMAN= A person who has been highly trained to Stop you from going the direction you were trying to go ! #2= STIFLECOATING= A spray you can apply ALL over your body to keep a "STIFLESKILLSMAN" away!!!! # 3= SHUNHAT= A cap you can wear on days when NO one is paying any attention to you,,AND,,"Thats the way You want it ! ! " # 4= SEEMEEARWAX = A wax placed on the surface of both ears that GLOWS in the dark and in bright Light it changes colors every "SIX" Seconds, SO people will really pay attention to YOU ! ! ____ W A R N I N G_____*W A R N I N G **. "Never apply *SEEMEEARAX when wearing a "SHUNHAT " ! #5= STUNNINGLOSS= a spray for your hair and neck, that as it Dries, becomes like a Rainbow and causes People to ask____"Where's the *** # 6= SWORDGAS= The odor produced by people who must have come out of the swamp Just Recently...Because it *CUTS so Deep..... # 7= SWORDGAS=PAIR= *TWO people of the SWORDGAS squad, SHARPLY Gassing their words in unison, uplifting one another in Endless delight!. # 8= SNOOZESTOMPINGER = A Device you wear like an Engagement ring,,to Keep YOU awake . # 9 = SIGHTGIMMICKLENS = Glasses that only let you SEE what has been Pre=Programmed in the Lens,,{ a PC approved}.. # 10 = STARTERSTALLS Like band-aids placed right under your eyes to keep you from getting out of bed before it's time. # 11 = SWEATTYSLIDES = SPECIAL gloves that make it appear that you are about to LOSE control { WHEN actually,,puts YOU in TOTAL control of all situations for a 24 hour period ! } # 12 = SUDDENLYSUPER = A really fast acting Spray that on days when you are just not QUITE up to Par! Just a fast SPRAY___ and VOILA, Sudden appearance of doing just fine !! * WELL, I have a list of Seven times Seventy, to add,, *(PS) Do You know any of *"S" TEAM ,,?
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 4:02 AM UTC
The Ashkenazi Jew are beautiful people,
The **** were just repulsively anti-Jew...
So many Ashkenazi were slaughtered,
The shameless Nazis are to be blamed..
Concentration camps had gas chambers,
Gassing the Ashkenazi to painful death.
Ways of the Devil belittled by the ****
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
I write to remember myself
as the gray groggy foggy world hisses static noises
the loud clouds with jagged glass edges look to shred.
Sometimes I don't even feel pieces stuck in my bleeding spirit--
leaking ancient memories of magical imagination lands
where genies, centaurs and shadowy demons threw parties
with me as as the effigy on a pyre.
I write to remind myself
of my gypsy campfire spirit of honest expression--
each written word strips away another layer of clothing
dancing, a **** psychedelic sufi with Rorschach wings
watercolor tattoos of musical grooves pour out from my throat
as the roaring noises of cult-ure's hymns billow
around with clash jangling crankling sounds.
I write to remember
echoed words from eons past
beating and breathing through me,
an infinity of laughing gasps gassing anxious neurons
screaming from the shattered shards of surrounding glass clouds--
reminding myself I can choose the reality.
I write so I'm not in a fugue of confused pain.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Did you not take my breath away
The one gift
you can not give
and still stay
Tethered born
from belly
connect
and belly torn
Did I not thrive for life
suckling sure
gulping love
sipling strife
Were we not
all apples
before what eyes
Before the fall
of yours
and mines
Sorry apples
nuts and rut
would ***** come
poured down
the thriving throat
What is regurgitating
other longing
re urging
swallowing
submerging
To diaphram
disruptive
falsely claiming
urgent distractions
What is to liver
becomes malaise
all jibberish
Shoot me
some adrenal-ish
before i get in
or get out
of that monster
fish
Fry me
in your pan cre-ole us
to the suet of your filet
digest me
your way
Something in this burpling
will no longer
pass thee usurping
Hick upped
or gassing passing
selling poses
of the sweeter
smell of roses
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
The poem I really want
looks great in gilded font
the words, they flow and mistletoe
is hung from verse to haunt
I'll try to draw a picture
to pull your mind away
though awkward were those first two lines
I think I'll let 'em stay
My fancy overrated
poems are soon created
down in the heart, true verses start
and imagery related
the thoughts that I am thinking
though strange are sometimes nice
I'll need some fluff to write this stuff
mere words will not suffice
so pour the steaming chocolate
and dish us up some pie
come sit here and have some cheer
and toast the year goodbye!
Let's snuggle up together
and contemplate time's passing
make some plans and rattle some cans
we'll have ourselves a gassing!
We'll get those angels humming
hymns with harps a-strumming
ain't it true, without the hue
plain poetry is numbing?
Say can't you turn that channel?
it's driving me to tears
a marathon is all that's on
it's been that way for years
and what's that thing you're wearing?
and aren't we going out?
"too cold!" you say, now swearing
I think I'm gonna pout!
You're taking down the mistletoe
and packing up the tree?
tired of pomp and all that stomp,
not much for poetry?
that's it, I'm done for New Years,
I need to get to bed,
had planned to write a poem tonight
but kiss this now instead.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
I can't help feeling when I look at your screen
That our story should be rewritten, ain't all that we seem
I'm sitting at dinner eating all the lies that you dish out
Tell me I'm a fighter but I'm on the bench, sitting out
This ain't my writing, my screenplay was written for me
Acting like a drama queen, motion picture category
Didn't need your ******** but here I am, serve me
This ain't ******* tennis, there ain't no love in you from what I see
Loving in the dark like a parked car, cliché
Forced like a *** joke made in the third grade
Wish I could go back when I didn't know what ***** are
Push it real good, ***** ******* is a fine art
Ask to see my body like my personality’s a waste
**** got the audacity to claim that he’s a ******* ace
Flush me out, yeah no way I’m losing with a full deck
Confiscate my heart to keep the cards I’m playing in check
Heart is pounding out my chest I tell you that I feel sick
You’ve got the audacity to tell me that I’m full of ****
Ask you what you’re playing at you say don’t worry bout it
Friends say that you’re ******** me and man, I don’t ******* doubt it
Been down this road too many times, a year ago
You wouldn’t even talk to me yet here we are, and I’m your **
***** that’s a joke, man why so serious?
Gassing up this mother, light it up
Fast and Furious
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Still lanky dude with the long hair
Still can't tell you when, but I'm getting there.
Still the best poet you ever read.
Still don't think you'll read it till I'm dead.
Still gassing up past 3 AM
Still saying "Won't fall in love again."
Still waking up from the same dreams
Still getting air when I try and scream
Still wanna **** up a KMart
Still wanna skip to the next part
Still got a problem with some folks
Still tryna swallow and just choke
Still poor, still ***** and still tired
Still last resort if you need a ride
Still driving off of the Hairpin
Still hope the car lands in heaven
Still the one that loved you despite all of the pain
Still pulling the heart together, next is still the brain
Still the beating of it, stop it dead, leave it there to rot
Still wonder if you ever gave it a second thought
Still fighting toys in the playroom
Still saying "we're gonna move soon"
Still getting kicked out in August.
"Still this isn't breaking my promise."
Still smoking out in the same seats
Still hiding under the bedsheets
Still hit a home run in most cases
Still gotta touch all four bases
Still don't have the words for this feeling
Still tryna peel me off of the ceiling
Still chew my teeth instead of food
Still try to learn like I'm in school
Still hate the face in the mirror
Still my vision only gets clearer.
Still wanna ruin a Wal-Mart.
Still gonna race with the shopping carts.
Still scaling the shelving in home decor
Still can't go back, still banned from the store
Still gassing up past 4 AM
Still city streets, devoid of men
Still have to make wrong a few rights
Still, like a deer in headlights.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
King wing nut fancied himself a fashion savant. No one was ballsy enough to tell him "you caahnt".
He sewed a nice shirt from riverbed dirt.
"Wonderful sire was the obliging blurt.
He stitched a cocked hat made from rooster
Fat.
"Mahvelous sire was the rat a tat tat.
He sewed wooden trousers
to so many wowsers !!!
His stockings were crafted from gobbledygook.
Superlative sire!! and "Oh goodness look"
The Vapid sot laid down on a cot for a nap.
He woke at two,recharged an refreshed.
He stripped down to the skin and proceeded to sew a suit from the thinnest of air.
He stepped to his throne from the twilight zone.
bemused and with hardly a care.
What say ye now said the simplified oaf.
All eyes drifted skyward as he strutted about.
to applause and stifled guffaws.
"Your majesty has outdone himself".
"Leave the rest of your clothes in the closets and shelves.
Nothing more needs be said.
Gassed up and content with an over-sized head.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
A digitalized **** has been put in a toaster
Transported through pipes
Send off as holy grail bananas incorporated
Stamped 70 cents
Whipped out the door as hot air
The receiver the receiver guess who
300 watts or more
Kb's amplified to Z
The clerk awaits it with both hands
But that's just **** guessing
Or **** gassing if you like
'You like the smell?' will be a statement made with Royal grace
Pancakes will be served too
& by the way
Who said Bob Dylan was a country singer?
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
You do it a
little at a time.
You start a holocaust at
5:30 am, over your
sausage and instant
coffee.
You do it with
your small hatred
and your snide
comments--your prideful
looks at the ***** man
with no shoes.
You do it in
one moment, by not
calling your dying
brother
over childhood
trivialities.
You do it by gassing
the goldfish, flushing love
down the toilet;
clogging the sewers with
your hatred and
malevolence.
You watch the green
grass die and the ants
drown, while you
smile over your
newspaper, and plot
your next hostile
takeover.
You did it when
you punched the
dog, and pinched
the child.
You do it when
you smile.
You're a mean
one Mr. Finch,
Mrs. Jones,
Mr. Smith.
But guess what?
You are dying alone.
Every day, every second,
and the moon and the
sun and the stars
celebrate your demise
and so do I.
You've never lost
any thing.
To loose, you must be
found.
You have to have a
bit of gamble in you.
You don't.
You're as useless
as an eel in
a quiche.
Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 10:51 PM UTC
I stood next to this guy, today
And had to give him props.
'Cause when I farted next to him,
He didn't call the cops.
My death-by-smell he did ignore,
He even had me laughing!
When he said how he enjoyed
A truly public gassing!
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 9:06 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Fashionable Death Cults Then and Now
After the June 1941 German invasion of the Soviet Union and Einsatzgruppe mass shootings of civilians, the Nazis experimented with gas vans for mass killing…
-Gassing Operations | Holocaust Encyclopedia (ushmm.org)
Dozens of migrants were found dead in an abandoned big rig in San Antonio on Monday in what appears to be the deadliest human smuggling case in modern U.S. history.
-At least 50 migrants found dead inside a truck in San Antonio, officials say (cnbc.com)
We have our death vans too, not well-organized
But rolling down the American road
Unseen by our leaders in their personal jets
Flying to Frisco or maybe Cancun
Bombings and shootings on the street and in church
Job lots in hospitals, by the dozens in schools
For we too specialize in genocide
And may Moloch and Herod bless our AR-15s
If any children survive, we’ll call them Generation Something
And tell them each day how inadequate they are
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 11:05 PM UTC
Yet again I sit on the cold floor, in the dark
And I fill my head in darkness.
But I’m at peace with the loneliness.
In fact it fuels me, gassing me like cars before a long journey into the abyss of loneliness.
And I think it’s time I hit the road.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
Our God has forgotten our world
But we would rather float alone
We would rather own this home
No renting from judgment
Hypocritical clockwork
Every six minutes
Another empty phrase
This isn't just a warning
About the empty globe
This is a promise
Truly an apocalyptic nostalgia
Nebulae will fill the skies
The clouds will dissolve into green madness
It will be the most beautiful night of our lives
Souls have vacated all mankind
Only a few remain in right mind
We're the last to drift alive
But it won't matter by the end of night
The final hour is upon us
It's 3 in the afternoon
Trees all bearing fruit laughing
Gassing animals with broken hulks
Rusted on the roadside
The grass goes on and splits the mountains
The temperature begins to build
My hand and your hand
My glass and your sand
A broken mirror in the rocks
A final breath before it stops
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
Here's Odense
Dalya says
looks OK
the driver
parks the bus
(mini bus)
and we all
disembark
an hour
and be back
the driver
informs us
so we all
go our ways
I walk on
with Dalya
she gassing
about things
as she does
that Yank girl
in my tent
always on
about men
who she's had
what they've done
small details
about ***
makes me sick
Dalya says
what do you
say to her?
I ask her
as we sit
in a street
side café
don't say much
just listen
Dalya says
I don't know
what to say
I order
two coffees
the waitress
a young dame
writes it down
then goes off
I watch her
walk away
lovely ***
I’m thinking
why not tell
the Yank girl
about your
**** life?
I tell her
I don't have
a *** life
not like hers
Dalya says
anyway
I couldn't
just tell her
she tells you
about hers
I couldn’t
not details
not each part
like she does
our coffees
are brought out
to us both
the waitress
smiles at me
and walks off
what details?
what's she say?
can't tell you
Dalya says
you spoilsport
it's not that
tell me then
Dalya sips
her coffee
I sip mine
watching her
her dark hair
the stern gaze
her thin lips
she did say
something odd
I remember
Dalya says
what was that?
M&S;
M&S;
yes that's right
don't know what
it stands for
Dalya says
but she says
she likes it
Dalya sips
more coffee
I give her
my famous
Elvis smile
what's that for?
she asks me
whips and chains
and leather
and whipping
I inform
is what her
M&S;
is about
Dalya sits
open mouthed
***** cow
she remarks
who does she
chain and whip?
maybe she's
chained and whipped
by some guy
I suggest
God how gross
how could she?
how *****
and the fact
we share tents
Dalya says
quite concerned
I couldn't
she remarks
I guess not
I reply
recalling
an old flame
much older
who liked it
before ***
Dalya sips
her coffee
in silence
in deep thought
I sip mine
savouring
each mouthful
recalling
the old flame's
preference
of spanking
before ***
and the sound
like applause
in those small
concert halls.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
come on in to what is real and I will make a nice hot meal
you can turn the TV on, sit back and watch the game that's on
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire, stir the *** don't get me wrong, it's what it's not
it's not that you are all that great but good enough, the hour is late
it's not that you are all that cold, but last I checked we're getting old
it's not that I am in the need of someone here to bathe and feed
a homeless, worse, an invalid, a chatty friend or someone's kid
so come on in to what is real and I will make a nice hot meal and
you can turn the TV on, sit back watch the game that's on
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire, stir the *** don't get me wrong, it's what it's not
It's not that I invite your gassing, true we've seen our best years passing
Frankly I have much preferred one's tendencies like those deferred
and even though I'm not the type to get involved with TV hype
it's not that I'd could really care or even stare were you not there
so come on in to what is real, and I will make a nice hot meal and
you can put the TV on, sit back and watch game that's on
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire and stir the *** don't get me wrong, it's what it's not
It's not that I am tired of being here alone, and never seeing
anyone of any kind, I might be lonely, but you'll find
that I am good at making due and if you think you have a clue
then any time you want the best of what it's not, please be my guest!
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Gassing the esoteric
with toxins
and drugs
while attempting to keep grounded
but this thing in my soul
keeps puncturing nerves
and my brain may not be the same
since I saw you last
and these words seem empty
on an online forum
but I'm trying.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Let me try,
oil's running dry and yet you're gassing to me about mass immigration and the lack of community,
The desert's expanding, the ocean's contracting, we're backed into corners and you think we're all acting in some soap on TV and you gas to me about oil.
There's a change in the climate, is it warming or cooling and who's fooling who here?
More tax on the beer, an erosion on freedom and the right to a voice, they're taking away choice and you gas to me about mass immigration,
you give me a serious case of indigestion, my question to you is what are you going to do about it?
sit on your fat **** and whine?
tell me one more time about immigration, about the masses and your speculation that the end is nigh and I'll tell you why you're a ****
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC