Gofer poems on Hello Poetry

John Edward Smallshaw Jan 2017

Spats on Twitter
titter
titter
Trump's a *** 'un
no doubt

what's global warming about then?

Humpty's got the **** he
won't get a new wall for Christmas.

so grab your cat if you call it that
and if I go down that road
this becomes blue.

what do we do when they do ****** all?
well
we don't sit on the wall
do we?

It's computer degenerate
schoolboy hoots by
Trump's
monkeys in suits.

but you get what you gofer
if you
go for what you get.

epictails Oct 2015

#18005

I'm reeling myself in
like an old tape played, stretched
too thin by toddlers who
had their fun ******* my core
I am made to sensitize music
against a wheel as I am lying
in shambles against the hostile
cracks of the floor.
Spread too far out from my
beginnings, looking at small infinities
like how a drunk gofer gawks
at the pile of jobs on his hands

They used to love me.
I smelled mixtapes and anecdotes
in the curve of my spin
But I guess stories exasperate
for they are left in my past luster
like an old flame kept secret.
I will never sound the way I
once was again.
People leave when something
is unfixable as the chaos
of liquor in their bathrooms
and memories dilate
the visions of their nightmares
like a poison ivy
I am just but a stored conspiracy
of little lies they all have told me.

I'll loop until I am as discarded
as the empty case that
once meant everything to everybody.

I try my best to make my poems at least not random but my brain makes these connections and Idk things just happen in them.

#life #identity

Aliq Sep 2020

Trapped Lover

Intro:
Come here, baby. Don't afraid.
You're not hurt... Huh... Maybe...

Bridge I:
It's all your fault, and don't you dare make excuses,
I did not have enough weeks to read all your abuses!
I used to see you on one of the fashion cover,
And now you're here. You're just trapped lover!

Verse I:
When I saw you in the last time you walked with cheap *****!
But today you kissed some lad in a midday, at lunch.
I don't wanna know what happened,
I just want you to repented!
But... F--k! Who are interested by you in except me?! Huh?!

Verse II:
No, you're not acting. You went mad and shouted at me, you saying: "Uh,
Don't bring me down, I'm cool! I still love you!"
I believe in you. Evidently, in vain. However, all as always...

But now, it's the first day of the rest of your life. Get ready for endless fall!

Chorus:
Come back here. Come, lovely dear,
Don't look back, come into my arms,
Henceforth you don't feel the fear.
Without lies and drams...
You're my prey, my handsome groom,
My prince, my prize of Marbell Hall,
Thou shalt always fed and warm.
'Cause now - you're my best doll!
Aw... I'm getting stronger...
Aw... I can not wronger...
Now you are my slave and gofer,
Trapped lover!
Aw... It's so amazing!
Aw... I'm going crazy!
We are one, I think it's over...
Trapped lover...

Bridge II:
Evidently, I get chocked and I can't breathe again,
I let you hurt me. Now I feel so much pain...
You're my failed one and my extinguished TV star,
I hate you, but I'm sad and hard when you're so far...

Verse III:
Your manners enrage me, your musical tastes disappointing
Your appearance causing tears, and your thoughts are disgusting.
You're trying to be a hero, but always prefer to cover,
So now you're here. You're just trapped lover!

Verse II:
No, you're not acting. You went mad and shouted at me, you saying: "Uh,
Don't bring me down, I'm cool! I still love you!"
I believe in you. Evidently, in vain. However, all as always...

And all over again. And yet, as always. You remember these lines!

Rap:
There's no point in wasting time trying to cajole me,
You fu--ed up in full, it's a failure, do not you see?
I've had enough! But before I leave definitively,
I'll get all full! I'll destroy you! Oh~!!!

Chorus:
Come back here. Come, lovely dear,
Don't look back, come into my arms,
Henceforth you don't feel the fear.
Without lies and drams...
You're my prey, my handsome groom,
My prince, my prize of Marbell Hall,
Thou shalt always fed and warm.
'Cause now - you're my best doll!
Aw... It's so amazing!
Aw... I'm going crazy!
We are one, I think it's over...
Trapped lover...

#song #pop #humor #feelings

matthew scott harris Oct 2017

Idée Heal Fix

Forged while in utero (the crucible concocting conception),
the fluke of biology begat
me – a happy go lucky boy, whose vulnerable uber travails
susceptibly sprung sly as a cat
on a hot tin roof, where the faux pas survivalist diktat
burrowing into my figurative,
   elusive, and divisive gofer hole decreed éclat
where solitariness didst a ford

   driven psychologically by obsessive fiat
a compulsion to grip tightly
   with distorted, dispirited and disgruntled guilt
evasiveness where schizoid personality disorder
   rudely rued the day halt
ting natural development
   of body, mind and spirit, a rampant insult

finding thyself as a kid alienated, deviated, and gravitated by jolt
like electric shock from how peers responded to knocked
down confidence, egoism, faith, et cetera within self locked
and linkedin to an identifiable causes
   (which said malady) – marked
by painfully being shy, debased fortitude,
and intimidation noted

prominently when thee papa found him walking toward me,
where he orbited
from the dark side of me noggin
   with no intent at harm, yet a portent
welled up inside

   mine chromosomal maternal and paternal quotient
whereat this unease generated an unspoken radiant
cowering reaction training thyself crouch with silent
body language that bespoke volumes expressing torment
with nary a clue (meaning approximately
   xl plus years ago) only the unguent
of magic powers to disappear

   since silent springs restrained thee to vent
and only when this sole son started a family of his own and went
back to visit parents did a diminution
   sans cower take the shortest xing

in heyday of inferiority spurred (a veritable bee line back
tummy honey combed hive), or if feeling especially intense – a yurt
would answer the call of duty, and once inside
close all the zippers.

#baby #in #utero

Gideon den Tex Oct 30

Untitled

A man was writing a prayer and reading it back aloud. It was a call for help and mercy to God about his health.
He closed the notebook and went to a troubled sleep.
The following day he opened the notebook to write a new prayer and the prayer began speaking back.
I must have a word with you, Prayer said. You’re calling for help and mercy, and you expect this message to come across just like that. You don’t see me as a living being?
The man was shocked. I thought God would answer, but now my own writing is doing that.
Talk to me like I’m your neighbor, not a gofer.
The man took this to heart and wrote, Dear Prayer, I’m sick, the doctor says it’s gonna take a while. When will I recover?
Next night the man opened his notebook and straightaway Prayer started talking.
Who do you think I am? A psychic? I’m a stranger you just met on the street. Would you pray like that to him?
No, the man said, let me try again.
Dear Prayer, I’m in a bad state, I fear for my life. I pray I will regain my health.
Following night the man opened his notebook again and Prayer jumped at it.
I’m someone you would like to meet. Would you pray like that to such a person?
Who would I like to meet? How do I know?
Dear Prayer, it looks like I’m just praying to myself, so I pray to myself that I will
regain my vigor and vitality.
Next night once the notebook was open, Prayer said, now it looks like you found the person you always wanted to meet.
At that very moment the man’s Guardian Angel descended on Prayer and said, Prayer, get back in your book, you talk too much.

— The End —