"gerbil" poems
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I looked
Thru the glass at a trembling lil thing
Beady eyes of a worried gerbil
In a worrisome place
The Petco by my house had
Everything you could have
-almost
Rhino's, Daffodil's
Lynx's, Gecko's & even
Alaskan Klee Kai's
Wrapped up in Saran wrap
Or in little glass cages
With little bobbly water dispensers
And kindly placed dishes
Holding nifty pellets of tasty food
That fits their Specialized Diet Plan
They don't have elephants yet
We'll have to ask the manager to order
some of those
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
What rhymes with love?
Can I **** and say dove?
then you say a word "Camera",
Now I'm thinking to ride a Chimera!
Common is the guitar,
now you want to play a Sitar,
as you watch movies with subs,
cute anime overdubs,
Up early as three in the morning,
you notice mosquitos are roaming,
with last night's hangover,
walked clumsy like a moon rover!
I am a person of rhymes,
until you ring those chimes,
Until you hear an angry gerbil,
I love you much ar
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 4:41 AM UTC
She was as crazy as a Norse horse
with a wild bleached mane and madeyes,
always willin to do anythin for ya
with a ''come on then''
her moods would drive you insane,
wrenching compassion and anger from your heart in equal parts,
spewing venom when talking of her ma,
it would hurt to listen, yet it was easy to see this sulphuric froth
as just rage being rage.
In her kitchen she concocted over spilling potions
banana and coconut breads, her time was your time,
her table always spread, with baskets and jars,
Valerian by the bottle she sculled to help sleep,
baskets with moss and golf ***** Scottish tat in a heap
and beliefs, worn and threadbare like the carpets
in her tiny, orange doored flat
with a gerbil called ***** and a hamster called pat,
and dear wee Jamie who spouted that Halloween mantra ''crap bat''
we filled and hung balloons with sweets and let the kids skewer
the hell out of them, it rained chocolate in the corridor for weeks,
and that is what I loved about her madness,
is that it dived and it did, and it speaked
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 7:06 PM UTC
I'm looking for some puppy love.
Some kitten, gerbil, guinea pig
love. Any kind of
unconditional love, really.
I'm looking for a place to rest.
Or to recharge, reboot, recoup
myself. A place to
regenerate my heart, really.
I'm looking for propinquity,
Or amity, ardency, affinity
for another. A form of
uncomplicated connection, really.
I'm looking for something else.
Something different, unusual,
extraordinary. Anything,
anyone but you, really.
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC
Donald J. Trump:
Say what you will, but
He’s the only guy out there
Asking the obvious questions,
Common sense questions like
*“Why don’t Japan, South Korea &
The House of Saud, pay the USA for
Defending them militarily?”*
We sustain their political status quo,
We put boots on their ground, &
We provide them gold-plated munitions of
Mass Devastation
(like Mass Destruction only worse.)
What do we get? Bupkis, as in
“Bupkis Mit Kaduchas"
באָבקעס מיט קדחת
Translating roughly to
*“Shivering **** *****
The 2016 election truly highlights
A profound social shift taking shape,
A demographic division, similar to what
The 1960s called the Generation Gap.
Trump is anathema to most of our
Over-indulged, Millennial offspring;
Our privileged kids, a cohort of Americans children
Reared by blue-collar but college-educated parents,
Those of us who busted *** for our
Bourgeois lifestyle & discrete charm.
We were the Flower Children of the 60s.
We left Yasgur’s farm on a
Hallucinogenic carpet high but rudely
Crash-landed, a consequence of
Altamont Speedway,
Gasoline queues & shortages, &
Years of bipolar economics,
Replete with spinning gerbil wheel of
Double-digit inflation.
We went to work.
We got our **** together.
We settled down.
We gentrified.
Our kids?
They tell their friends they are house sitting,
But the place is the house they grew up in &
Their parents still live there.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
Drip drap drop my blood on these white tiles
I feel the pain but it would be for a short while
Another person who cut of their life line
Nobody can say that I would live for a lifetime
Hahaha! I wonder if I'll finally die. Every single time I ever tried I failed and did it miserably. Is it wrong to have suicidal tendencies? NOPE!!! My family says that there is nothing wrong with me. To believe or not to believe who cares? Well certainly not me. It is said that thinking that you have a mental disorder when you don't is a mental disorder. How can it be? Humans are very peculiar; they are not understandable.
Red river coming out of my body
I guess I'm just another person to bury
If there was anyone who really cared about me
They would suffer bad when me they'd see
Already seeing the white light.
I never thought that it would be so bright.
I never thought that's so much it would shine.
Numbness now coming from my wound site.
Hope it was my destined time to die.
Can't really breathe, on my knees, clutching to my side.
The red streams are so dark; they make me start to cry.
Is there another way other than suicide?
***** blood on the toilet seat
Wish somebody would come here and rescue me
That somebody would most likely not be real
My fingers and toes I cannot feel.
Gurgle, gurgle
My life I just burgled
Wish people wouldn't say that I looked like a gerbil
I wouldn't have to face the fact that I am in trouble
Blarh, blarh!
A black crow at me cawed
I barely see I'm encircled by blurry vultures
My eyes closed, my last breath I draw.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
I’m a junk sale ******
As a matter of fact.
It has to be addiction
Because that’s how I act.
I just can’t help myself
I buy what I see.
It’s almost like the stuff
Is calling to me.
I drive by a yard and see
A ringer washing machine
And say to myself
Wouldn’t that be keen?
I could do my washing
And ring it nearly dry.
So, I buy the thing and
Don’t ask me why.
I’m a junk sale ******
As a matter of fact.
It has to be addiction
Because that’s how I act.
I once found a deal
On a gerbil habitat.
I bought it and took it home.
That’s just where I’m at.
That I don’t have a gerbil
Is a minor detail.
I just can’t resist a good
Price in a sale.
I just can’t help myself
I buy what I see.
It’s almost like the stuff
Is calling to me.
People have told me
If I ever get a bride
She’ll be someone
I met on the roadside.
But I quickly add that I
Might be the worst
Because I would look
At the sale items first.
I’m a junk sale ******
As a matter of fact.
It has to be addiction
Because that’s how I act.
I just can’t help myself
I buy what I see.
It’s almost like the stuff
Is calling to me.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
His diction
Fictitious
Mincing
Spit and ****
In ridiculous
Versus
Versionless
In vicious
Dispersions
Of his bluffs
Staining rugs
Enough
To know
What hes
Made of
Through the
Fluff
And he was
A weak hearted
Blabber mouth
Sporting
A verbal blouse
With a gerbil
Where his intellect
Was housed
And he is
Without
A doubt
A *******
Clown
Lying down
At the first
Shot
And hes not a poet
Without flow
To show it
And he knows it
But its rough
To huff
And puff
Before a smarter
Man
With harder
Hands
And solid tramps
Trampling
The dropping pants
With open mouths
As they fall down
To their knees
Pleasing
The release
Of a king
He
Kisses
The key rings
And sings
Of sheep
Dreaming
The dream
Was a dream
But still sees me
Even after
Stopping
Breathing
From floor
To ceiling
Revealing
The butchered
Meat
Secreting
The feelings
Fading away
And he looses
But nothing new is
Brewing there
He can glare
From down there
But aware
I'm better
More clever
And severed
His vendettas
beheaded him
Before the sedatives
Could wear off
The kids
The wife
The dog
Just *** socks now
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
My gerbil standing proud
On two feet she looks around
Grabbing the bars with two paws
She bites them with her tiny jaws
Bored of that she goes for food
Stripping the seeds of sun flowers
Flicking away what she doesn’t want
She turns the bowl over and jumps away
She tires from this
And goes back to her bed
Though she’s only three years old
She still has more time yet
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
I got 20 answers
But you have 21 questions.
I’m lost trying to find answer.
What is the question?
The gerbil is moving, fast
Thoughts are under construction.
There is a delay…
Fear
A hard emotion to penetrate
Necessary for a proper foundation
To a relationship;
Built on attraction,
Bombed by trust,
Saved by passion,
This relationship will be built.
There is a delay…
Unknown
The absence of
Light.
Where do I turn?
Please turn on your light.
I need someone to follow.
Will you allow me.
There is a delay…
I’m scared and my vision of the future is hazy.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
i see her.
she looks splendid.
i always loved denim on her.
then i see myself.
misshapen, cracked at all the right places.
who did this to me?
then i see her
and i want to reach out
but she doesn't need to be saved anymore.
i already did my time.
me - scraggly, unshaven, sober
and looking for someone to ****
someone used to temper me.
this i know.
when the whirlwind comes to me,
it will proceed.
'cause it sees i have nothing to lose.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
Talking thoughts.
I love the way this Woman makes me feel..haha a bit like a gerbil running in a wheel.
No..
..That's not true.
But she whips me with her eyelashes 'til I am black and blue.
Again..
..Not true.
She makes me feel that I have gold..more than enough for me to hold and I have told her several times I love the lines set on her brow.
I can't help but notice how she smiles or piles her hair up in a bun.
I tell her that she is my sun.
The fun is when I start to taste her shoulders,legs and round her waist which is expanding but I have not told her so.
I love her but I'm not daft you know.
I guess the joy is just in being two lovers seeing through two pairs of eyes which then give rise to conversations and the wonderful union of relations.
The laughing hours..the taking showers together..however tired we feel
I think we're the spokes within the wheel..
..and we roll on.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 9:20 AM UTC
I have got a cat,
I love cakes,
I have got a cage at home with a gerbil in it,
I can come to your house,
I am careful on my bike,
We have a Christopher in our class,
You are not allowed in the conservation area,
My mum has a car and my dad has a car,
I have a carton of drink.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
If you're an agricultural enthusiast,
Or gifted tower dwelling urbanite,
I know a priest who’ll bless your cockerel, favorite cow,
pig, sheep (with a predilection for lambs), tractor and
two-seater outhouse,
(I once saw a priest bless Farmer Paul’s load of manure).
He’ll lift a hand over
dog, cat, gerbil, cockatoo,
Foster children, adoptees, naturals and the unnatural.
They will bless people in love;
they will bless their love;
But not the union born from their love.
All love, he will say,
Is Divine.
God does not bless sin, said Papa.
Tsk, tsk... it's only a blessing, for Christ's sake.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...
Communicate (temporarily,
strictly and hypothetically)
merely allowing me to burble
essentially rendering, limiting,
and fixing me tubby nonverbal,
where frustration ensued -
inducing passivity, asper myself
shrugging shoulders in resignation
**** sitter ring thy fate
nsync with that of a gerbil?
Thus codifying, con
fining, and consigning
stricture to a sorry lot
perhaps finding me
envying fun
Gus of ergot,
which organism at least participates
in a pro active life cycle,
though one may say,
said organism doth rot.
Now...all Joe King aside,
an attempt will be made tried
though daunted to cogitate beside
Ritch ching deep inside
and remain on - ride
ding the straight and true
so please dont chide
restricting me to bide
with guise of seriousness,
when aye decide
did to complete on
par tragedy thalidomide
wrought, yet this poem, though belied
and bedeviled pondering
how Yukon not induce tongue re:
totally tubularly restrained,
sans tubby unable to talk
plus afflicted with autism,
hence guide
did through extreme effort
pretending, thus
to feign being denied
critical skill to chat
with a snap allied
(NOT with van knit tee),
but dead seriousness try
ying with futility hypothetically
impossible to imagine tubby
accursed without means to speak
compounded by autism,
an immeasurable frustration
must mount inside,
viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor,
nonetheless I cried
inside when the limp deceased body of
six year old
Maddox Ritch – already died,
drowned mainly supposedly,
when dashing ahead,
he didst play hide
with his father (Ian Ritch),
while the special needs child
(unknowingly) both spent
final hours together
bonding at Rankin
Lake Park in Gastonia
within North Carolina.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Endless thinking..thinking.. thinking.. thinking.. thinking
****** this is how thinking can far, far, too often feel
as if one's poor head is spinning around and around
or as if one's a poor dizzy gerbil imprisoned in a wheel
it's as if one's poor old mind is far too full of thoughts
with far more crowding in on it than they really ought
And, why, oh why, to further blight one's piteous plight
does thinking far too often plague one very late at night
for when one's about to drop off into much-needed sleep
come silly sneaky little thoughts suggestive and too deep
That's why if I am struggling to settle down late at night
I save myself from going crazy and lots of poems write!
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
I've had a life of sorrow,
I've lived a life of pain.
Wednesday's child. Full of woe,
I've lived a life of shame.
I won't elicit sympathy,
I won't be bright & witty
I'll simply be true to self
I surely don't want pity.
Whenever IT happened
Really matters not
But I had tragedy when young
Was by a devil caught.
IT set about a cycle
Which, like a gerbil wheel,
Made me shunned,
Made me run,
To a trap of tungsten steel.
I was trapped by drugs & vice
Alcohol & more
Accepted *** instead of love
Practically a *****
I felt unloved. Unlovable.
Ever since a child.
So I died on the inside
Became rebellious... WILD!
I was a cheat. I was a thief.
I ripped off stores for *****
So I was in the trap of guilt,
Could not help but lose!
I should have died SO many times!
Dragged by a speeding car
By a drug crazed jon of mine
You think THAT left a scar??
But God had SUCH mercy!
He gave me such GRACE!
Heart of stone, and yet...
HIS OWN!
No, I was NOT a WASTE!
I have no doubt I'll always have
Doubts the devil brings
But now I'm *LOVED and LOVABLE!
BY THE KING OF KINGS!!!*
Catherine Jarvis
12/29/2019
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC