"guff" poems
I like the word oxymoron –
probably my favourite English word,
It sound derogatory but it is just a figure of speech.
I kind of like the word nincompoop
but I’d change it a bit to noncompoop
which would then I can say is an abbreviation for non-competent ****
I made up the word mysticscientist –
I know it’s hard to say, perhaps i should shorten it to myscientist.
I like the word strumpet,
coz even though it sounds like a musical instrument,
It’s actually another word for a **** not the eating kind.
Another fav of mine is teetotaller,
I mean who on earth would ever guess this to mean
someone who doesn’t consume alcohol,
really who came up with this, I’d really like to know.
When young, I learnt a word that truly stuck;
It’s guffawed meaning laughed out loud;
It’s the prefix guff that completely throws you off,
guff out loud, she guffawed or gol like lol!
(guff is not a prefix, just saying it looks like one: guffstraying, guffanalysing, guffanance)
Everyday I open the dictionary to discover new English words;
it’s a wonder to me, that the list keeps growing
only 26 letters but still quite amazing.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
we got a goldfish,
for my little boy.
a tank, some coloured grit, three plants not two,
must practise goldfish fung shu.
all the water testing guff
and of course a filter.
a sunken ship
and a treasure chest .
we paid the pirate...
and took our ***** home.
so we set Bruce.
( for that was the name chosen).
up in pride of place on sidboard.
the list, above,
was positioned after meetings of commision. water tested to the highest degree,
filter fizzing, wizzing,whirring.
Bruce swam in his bag
in the tank,
for a time as instructed.
then released to a slightly larger freedom.
he swam and swam,
golden scales a flickerin.
we, (that being, mr just about three and his dad)
fed him, watched him poo, and eventually,
read Bruce,
a bedtime tale or two.
one fish, two fish by Dr Suess went down a treat.
the little man then,
was bundled off to bed.
thoughts of Bruce left our heads.
the evening lengthened.
we retired to sleep the sleep, of ignorance it conspired.
for in our planning we forgot one thing.
a devon rex cat,
who has a bath weekly,
a penchant for tuna,
no top to the tank.
so we thank the lord
for Bruce. however,
brief was his reign.
now we introduce
to you....
Murtle the turtle
who has a glass pane,
sitting above her head.
just in case......
the cat likes, turtle soup.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
you cannot be serious man
in what you say
that is what the brat
was heard to say
on the court he'd remonstrate
about the call
he objected to the linesman's
placement of the ball
you cannot be serious man
in what you say
that is what the brat
was heard to say
in tennis circles he had
a no good reputation
for engaging in
all manner of disputation
you cannot be serious man
in what you say
that was what the brat
was heard to say
unsporting behaviour
he'd frequently show
other competitors didn't much
like the tenor of his bow
you cannot be serious man
in what you say
that is what the brat
was heard to say
another of his ilk presently
applies the same guttersnipe stuff
he's a right royal smarty-pants
with his racquet's guff
you cannot be serious man
in what you say
that is what the brat
was heard to say
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
leisure up my friend !
weaken open your shellfish hinge
and wet your beak
it’s a marked holiday break
unmarred by family obligation
there’s freedom
to make the most criminal crown of mistakes
in the name
of some frown of liberal investigation
on the town
an eager squad of collaborators are on board
they have your back
desperate, sick and starving gulls
broadened to explore the deplorable
on and on to the next and the next
death defining task
a meandering stagger of a bar crawl
perpetually powering through
as the day spans a revulsion
the heat stays as the day sinks beneath
in place of the suns rays
the heat radiates
from the baked city concrete
stepping out from the shelter of the bar
the night swelter respires fiercely
not done with our steam of annihilation
what establishment would take our kind ?
city has already bowed over it's plumage
to our ******* pilgrimage
bark melts and peels in strips off the trees
(meat shaved off the strip pole)
our heels spark the pavement
vermin and jackals follow our movement
from shimmering dark spots
and our vision constricts
our aim has become clotted...
...what was it that we reached for ?
oblivions fruit seemed a doable pursuit
it's the usual downhill shambles from here
familiar yet barely remembered
a rambling guff of bad ***** comedy
there is no plucky legend
just an embarrassment
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 9:47 PM UTC
***IF YOU READ NONE OF MY OTHER
POETRY, PLEASE READ THIS!***
Knock, knock - Who's there?
Is anybody home?
The lights are on, but you are gone...
It's silent as a tomb.
Knock, knock - Who's there?
Listen to the sound!
He waits for you! You know it's true!
But you are not around...
When Jesus is a'knocking
At your heart's fast door,
You appear to close your ears...
Do YOU know WHAT'S IN STORE?
We DON'T all go to heaven...
YES! There is a hell!
You will find that you are blind
Believin' a tall tale!
*I am a "good" person!
I'm helpful, and I give!
It's okay to be this way!
I live and let live...*.
NO! Jesus lead the sinless life
And gave it up for YOU!
Let Him in, He'll take your sin,
For He is kind and true!
There are NONE "good" people!
Folks! We're near the END!
Satan promotes his lies and gloats,
You'd best believe it, friend.
We ALL sin, and like as not
God CAN hold a grudge!
I don't know why we try and try
To say He doesn't *judge!
This means YOU TOO, Believers!*
You'd best have a care...
Be ye pure, or you'll endure
The same fate sinners share!
This is simply Bible.
God, the temple left!
Ezekiel. You know full well.
It was then BEREFT!!!
CHRISTIANS! Are you holy?
Have you sinned enuf?
He is God - He's not a CLOD!
He don't put up with GUFF!!!
Do I sound like I'm frightened?
You BET! I am afraid.
There is grace, but it's a *race!
I may NOT make the grade!*
We CAN blame the devil,
And that is just a shame...
He tempts us all, but please recall
REBUKE! In JESUS NAME!
**Adam blamed the WOMAN.
Eve... she blamed the SNAKE...
Holy SMOKES! C'mon folks!
HOW MUCH CAN GOD TAKE???!!!**
Knock, knock - Who's there?
Christ died that we may LIVE!
Open up and *drink the cup!
Then He can FORGIVE!*
If you don't, please hear me.
You'll believe a LIE.
You may well end up in hell...
**So kiss your soul GOODBYE.**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/12/2014
This poem is a spoken-word vidio
on YouTube...
https://youtu.be/PbD84Tuydxw
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
You wouldn't welsh on a bet with your ******
And you wouldn't go to bed with the mob.
You wouldn't mess with a street gang ****
No matter if he's crab, or slob.
You wouldn't backstab a man on death row,
Cause you know he just might **** ya.
If you've got the gumption.
You wouldn't have it long,
If you cross Evil Nurse Sheila.
You shouldn't be like the fool who tried
To play games with her heart.
She left him a crushed, empty man.
Well, he was doomed from the start.
Sheila isn't a ******
And you'd better not let her hear
You snickering about her at the social club.
You might not have time to fear.
Sheila's makes the headlines
Each time she tries to settle down.
She plans to live a carefree life,
But soon she has to leave town.
Everything she does
Is warped, but in the name of love.
Except when she hates your guts,
When it's Sheila you've run afoul of.
If you've never heard her story.
You'd best take this advise.
If you cross her path just keep walking,
You best not look back twice.
Evil Nurse Sheila's got a heart of stone
That looks like a heart of gold.
If you are responsible for it's tarnish,
There's no hope to which you can hold.
Sheila takes no prisoners.
She don't take any guff.
If she thinks to give you a warning,
You'd better not call her bluff.
You wouldn't want to rouse her wrath,
Because her fury won't be tamed.
She's restless, bold and beautiful.
She cannot be contained.
It seems things have been quiet.
She's been off the grid some time.
If she thinks that you might suspect her,
You may be her next crime.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
Here
Is a timely
Noun to consider
From the Merriam-Webster page.
"Trumpery."
Note (at bottom) the list of near-antonyms;
what is the opposite of trumpery?
[Popularity: Bottom 40% of words]
trumpery
noun trum·pery \ˈtrəm-p(ə-)rē\
Definition of trumpery
1
a : worthless nonsense b : trivial or useless articles : junk <a wagon loaded with household trumpery — Washington Irving>
2
archaic : ****** finery
Origin of trumpery
Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive
First Known Use: 15th century
Examples of trumpery
<claims for weight-loss products that are based much more on Madison-Avenue trumpery than on bariatric science>
Related to trumpery
Synonyms
applesauce [slang], balderdash, baloney (also boloney), beans, bilge, blah (also blah-blah), blarney, blather, blatherskite, blither, bosh, bull [slang], bunk, bunkum (or ******** claptrap, codswallop [British], crapola [slang], crock, drivel, drool, fiddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddlesticks, flannel [British], flapdoodle, folderol (also falderal), folly, foolishness, fudge, garbage, guff, hogwash, hokeypokey, hokum, hoodoo, hooey, horsefeathers [slang], humbug, humbuggery, jazz, malarkey (also malarky), moonshine, muck, nerts [slang], nuts, piffle, poppycock, punk, rot, ******* senselessness, silliness, slush, stupidity, taradiddle (or tarradiddle), tommyrot, tosh, trash, nonsense, twaddle
Related Words
absurdity, asininity, fatuity, foolery, idiocy, imbecility, inaneness, inanity, insanity, kookiness, lunacy; absurdness, craziness, madness, senselessness, witlessness; hoity-toity, monkey business, monkeyshine(s), shenanigan(s), tomfoolery; gas, hot air, rigmarole (also rigamarole); double-talk, greek, hocus-pocus
Near Antonyms
levelheadedness, rationality, reasonability, reasonableness, sensibleness; common sense, horse sense, sense; discernment, judgment (or judgement), wisdom
By: Robinson Bolkum
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
That's
Nonsense!
That's
beans!
babble!
bunkum!
bogus!
baloney!
blither!
blather!
blah blah!
********
balderdash!
blarney!
********
That's
crapola!
claptrap!
codswallop!
That's
drivel!
That's
fiddlesticks!
flapdoodle!
frippery!
folderol!
That's
guff
garbage
gibberish!
gobbledygook!
That's
horse hockey!
hocus-pocus!
hokum!
hogwash!
humbug!
hooey!
humdrum!
That's
jibber-jabber!
jive!
jazz!
That's
malarkey!
mumbo-jumbo!
monkeyshines!
That's
Nuts!
That's
poppycock!
piffle!
prattle!
That, sir, is
******* and
RIGMAROLE!
That's
trash
tripe
and
twaddle
That, sir, is
NONSENSE!
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
Silver fox. Artist. Poet
W.H. Auden, flowery guff
Charming but lecherous
Stampeding to the ****
Figurative drawings, posing
Who wouldn't be impressed
"Such a pity you have to get dressed".
A long time in the waiting
Eventually, " off with that frock"
Puzzleing slow process
Just let me inject me ****
Hellfire! That's a novelty
Haven't heard that one before
Fifty shades lighter
Running for the door.
Four years on 'I like you'
Like is underestimated
Emotionally stagnant
Good job I was wasted.
Artist. Poet. Peter Cook wannabe
Lecherous small **** pervert
Loitering at the school gates
Tacky little Herbert.
Seventy four you craggy *******
Bet it still doesn't function
Roll up **** for breakfast
Bet you still ain't up the junction.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
one a day until they all go away
that is how this mean girl plays
them hips, that swagger,
with ******* and moans,
drag-assing with pathetic groans
suspend not, your disbelief,
I don't need you to believe in me,
I'm tried, tested, true,
Been through the thick of it,
Came out, through and through,
I don't need no guff, no trouble,
No one standing in my way,
I want my adventure,
to say what I say.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
They continually tell me about my life
My Mother, my family, my friends
It's not like I want their advice
Again and again and again
I have someone special I always turn to
Whenever it is I'm feeling down
A professional that lays out the hard truth
The best in advice to be found
No fancy titles or degrees on the walls
Simply known to many as Bob
Keeps the drinks and advice always flowing
Say's he's just a bartender doing his job
Having trouble with your latest lover?
Keep getting guff from the boss?
Bob's always there to give you a listen
Keep the drinks coming...the only cost
The more drink get I advoice better
From Bip, Bop, **** why can't I remember his name?!
As the regular old women start looking like exotic dancers
That's when I ask what's his name for some change
With eagerness I start filling the juke box
Asking all the old hags if they'd like to dance
It's too late but tomorrow a slight memory
Will ask what was up with all that
I even drunk texted my girlfriend
Pictures of incriminating positions
And a 4am call to the boss
Telling him where to cram his restaurants ***** dishes
I certainly made a mess of my life
And have no idea where I left the car
In desperate need of advice
I head back down to the bar...
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
Peach the worst of the of my small lumps are like putty in your hands,
My armpits glow like a midsummers wasp!
My lips are haemorrhaging for the hamster gnawing on your legs, bath time gurgles in a desperate attempt to save humanity,
Bum-chortle, guff and blast; oO0pS it's all brown and runny!
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
I would see him in the mornings
He
Like me liked to get to work early
gently puffing away on his cigarette
The Man in the building who smokes
I thought he was a little scary
at first
seemed grumpy and aloof
gray and wrinkled
lines forming around his mouth
like bowing natives around a fire
The Man in the building who smokes
was actually kind of funny
when I (you?) got to know him
Standing outside
rain - sleet - snow
more dependable than the mail
or our couriers
He didn't take anyone's guff
and could tell you a million jokes
if you had a bad day
He even figured out where the buildings property stopped
so he could continue being
The Man in the building who smokes
I took some days off
and then it got busy
days turning into weeks
I asked my co worker if he has seen
The Man in the building who smokes.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
Congratulation! See the far you have come,
You are just awesome,
I realize it has been tough,
You chose not to bluff,
You are an amazing self.
I write to let you know am proud of you,
For all you’ve been through,
Soaking up all guff to become better,
In the game you became hitter,
You are an amazing self.
I have watched you tarry for long in pain,
Pain that has chained your brain,
It’s time to release the hurt,
Time to spurt from the desert,
You are an amazing self.
You forgot that happiness existed,
When your entire world felt haunted,
Don’t **** yourself with the confusion,
You are your own cushion,
You are an amazing self.
Strong and able is your name,
I believe in your ability to reclaim,
Your past is a puzzle of a broken mirror,
Nothing in it can be myrrh,
You are an amazing self.
My pen bleeds for you to hope,
Tie another knot in your rope,
You cannot give up now,
God has a way somehow,
You are an amazing self.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 6:40 AM UTC
One-hour love
The kind of love nobody talks about.
Get-to-it love
Makes you want to howl and shout.
Not buying the cow
Just going go ahead and try it out.
One-hour love
The kind I can’t really do without.
Just an hour
That’s all it takes.
Anything less
You are no great shakes.
Just sixty minutes
And your world gets rocked.
Like changing your oil
On your engine block.
Not talking marriage
Nothing about forever and ever.
Straight up front truth
Just two people loving together.
No ring or anything
No possessivity, no never.
Just monkey love
Working ourselves into a lather.
One-hour love
It really shouldn’t take too long.
Hop-to-it love
Quit before anything goes wrong.
Impromptu love
Often the hottest you ever saw.
Shout hallelujah love
Never end up with a mother in law.
Just an hour
And you’re ready to run.
So little time
But so very much fun.
Just sixty minutes
And life is worthwhile.
Just the kind of exercise
Could make a statue smile.
Two-hippies love
Free love and all of that stuff.
Afternoon love
Without all the romantic guff.
Truck-driver love
Hard-driving without any fluff.
Sledgehammer love
Proving you both are tough.
Just an hour
That’s all it takes.
Anything less
You are no great shakes.
Just sixty minutes
And your world gets rocked.
Like changing your oil
On your engine block.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
**the deity was a ******* up minor god**
**his band of fans saw not the faker ***
of a deceptive trait he did so show
some were blind to looking at the real bloke
others more insightful thought he a joke
true believers weren't indoctrinated
they knew shams could be invalidated
never did he possess the divine glow
why praise the charlatan's counterfeit guff
of it there would be a perennial bluff
his godhead image did dupe the unwise
for these disciples were so unsighted
of him they'd be lastingly blighted
a pretender until his very demise
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
my moat wet eyes
focus free
with the manner of a poisoned animal
those feedy gemini apertures
fidget inward
upon an open wounded view
unclothing a filmy slick
so very faithful to the dead
ripples cross my bed of sails
i set pale
in my atrophy
each signal blunted
i am greatly wilted
sat planted
lazily hazed
a vehicle scuppered
riddles prate at my bed of veils
i set sail
in atrophy
each signal bloated
fully unloaded
a barrow at your feet
i truly wither
what power may you beam my form ?
i'm frail in heart
atrophy
between stars and the sea
a failed flicker of no pity curses
a matrimony
all signals mar
and spar out blotting
a missile
misguided ?
; it preys on my trail
misdeeds played a trophy
a lit penalty
i am most deletable
piteous
i pray for the guff
to raise my head
filled to the tax of my atrophy
dissipated
oh mother of pigment
lovingly wigged murderer of woes
why can't we abstain from human directive ?
forever foaming something criminal
flunked corrective of the species rudder
idle by into an atrophy
a perishing menace
pungent
- fade out
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 10:32 PM UTC
The numbers were said a smile hit their
face, munching of organs ******* licking
and biting. A grin on both faces as a thought
of pleasure of mutual excitement was about
to take place.
A shoe flies off, a sock lands in the fish bowl,
I don't think the fish will mind at the moment,
I don't care. Where shall we do it on the sitting
room floor, to hard on my back and last time
I got to excited and smashed my head off the floor.
The bed it is there now gagging for the pleasure
to start, its too light shall we do it under the blanket,
too hot unless you want sweat dripping off my
***** to land in you eyes or up your nose,
remember that happened before.
So to light the fires kisses start, the fondling of
different ****** parts, passionate kisses touching
private parts the fun is about to start. Side ways
or you on top I'll go on top I nearly got black
eyes last time from your up and down *****
So she licks and he caresses her lips with his lips
and tongue.
She uses the tip of her tongue, then takes it all in
one mouthful, he arches ''OH MY GOD'' he screams
do that again I want more. As he teases her lips,
opening them up caress with the tip of his tongue,
then sticks his tongue in her love tunnel. He loves
the taste he could drink her juices never full always
wanting more.
Its getting heated she goes faster slower, he finds
her spot nudging it with his tongue ******* on it
she pushes his face in screaming''THATS THE SPOT''
he licks even faster the signs are right as she explodes
over his mouth 'OH MY GOD'' OH MY GOD'' a multiple
she never had one before.
Now she relaxes, '' OH NO YOU DON'T its my turn,
so She speeds up the pace, faster harder than before
using the edge of her teeth a little he likes the pain
then the pleasure more. ''I'M GETTING CLOSE''
I'm going to explode as the ****** comes swallowing
all of his juices lapping it up with her tongue.
But out of the blue, as he relaxed a guff of wind
blows her hair, as she shots up, did you just let
rip as you did before. No he says sheepishly, this
is why we don't do this you get too relaxed, and last
time it was in my eyes and before that a silent but
deadly squeezed up my nose. This is the last time
I will say those numbers 69. It was good but you
aren't having them any more.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
Fame is a kind of addiction.
It can be a lethal condition
If taken with no restriction
Real life succumbs to fiction.
Elvis took too much stuff.
Janis fell for too much guff.
Jimi didn’t quit soon enough.
Morrison had to act tough.
It was all about being a star
Instead of being what you are.
Life is not a big expensive car
It’s what you have done so far.
Becoming a famous insufferable,
And ordinarily unapproachable,
Can make behavior intolerable
Rendering you reprehensible.
They turned away with a shrug
Went back to a favorite drug
Left a dead body for others to lug;
Their fame swept under a rug.
The pretty face won’t protect you
No matter how often they inject you.
In time your fans will neglect you
But the coroner won’t reject you.
The star insures that his crew,
Let him do what he wants to do.
Refuse him and you’re through
The star has no use for what’s true.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
the clown of all creation
mentors the room
anything goes
in this 'pie in the face' meeting
somehow
more productive than usual guff
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC
I have a friend of many years
Her name is Hannah Rose
A friend in need is a friend indeed
So the saying goes
She was right there with me
Through the drink & drugs
She took no guff, she was tough
But also gave me hugs
She helped me with my self esteem
I helped her in school
She gave me needed furniture
We, together, met our goals
She has had a harder life
Than anyone I know
And yet she's kind & loving
These gifts, to me, bestowed
But the greatest gift she gave me
Was taking me to church
She brought me to our Saviour
When my soul was in the lurch
She has had a broken neck
PTSD too
She has had so many problems
It would make Job feel blue!
Now the lady's paralyzed
She's under great attack
She can't feel on her left side
Her body hurt & wracked!
Many folks would break in half
Against these daunting odds
She sings in praise, and she prays
To our Sovereign God
She called me this evening
To ask me to pray
Now I'm asking you folks
To take part of your day
To think good thoughts for my friend
Or lift her to the Lord
That her soul be comforted
*And her health
RESTORED*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/12/2017
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
I laughed and giggled I let out one
then two they were rather loud,
whoops I laughed out, one more
followed they really stunk too.
I was in hysterics my friends thought
I was gross, but they laughed to, it
was like a baby ***** had exploded
in the room, the laughter was followed
by heaving that regurgitated smell
not leaving the room.
The laughter reached new levels, my
sides were hurting to, but then I
felt one brewing, and so I did push
to make it a special brew.
My laughter was short lived as a
wet guff came out, followed by
a wet feeling going down my leg.
My friends were laughing till a
brown patch appeared on my
trousers and a log dropped out
of my trousers and on to the floor.
Silence seemed like forever then
they laughed out louder than before
heaving and running for the door.
I was red faced, I couldn't move fast
enough to the toilet as another log
fell on the floor, I pulled down and
my boxers were a brown stain,
where they were once sky blue before.
Never again would I push out a ****
for the crowd, for you never know
what may come a guff of putrid air,
or the embarrassing wetness down
your leg and on to somebody's floor...
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
elephants have memories
long,
to my way of thinking,
that must be hell!
imagine, remembering
in detail,
fine and complete.
the days of your life.
beginning at number one,
when all slippery,
slimed and mucked,
you were forcibly expelled,
into a world, of hard knocks.
image, each stumbling step
as you grew,
each slur,
each pointed arrow flung your way,
first fall, first hit, first miss
first kiss and all the desperation, set between.
and then,
you hit your teens.
emotionally bruised and battered
and running for the bell
placing 563rd in the
contest of popularity.
trying new styles of clothes, dreams and personalities.
hormones raging, momma texing, paging,
virginity flexing
and all the other
****** bluff...guff....stuff
..."hell yeah i can never get enough"
finally you get to remember,
the grown up stuff.
projects due, bills to pay,
finding somewhere half decent to stay, grocery lists,
other people constantly ******
in a it's all your fault kinda way.
deadlines,
diminishing lifelines, standing in unemployment lines,
waiting to pay a fine lines,
playing mine or yours in
your divorce foray.
and honest to god,
thats just the day to day
k-rap.
living low and *****
until the next pay comes along.
ok, there would be,
indeed some,
remembered joys,
some flowers,
among the weeds.
but thats mere fodder
and seeds,
for a better poem .....
written on a better day.
so finally you are old.
you are so, over it!
all creak and cracks, pills,
bad backs and bengay..
not to mention, the teeth
that sit in water glass smiling away,
all night.
on the table bedside.
that my friend, is just not right.
you are counting down the days, the hours...
watching.....home and away.
til one day,
you make the mortal coil's end...
and your shift is done and dusted.
bucket kicked,
daisies planted,
dirt kissed....
.....recalled.
all that.... and ba-jillion more
memories looking for time
on the elephant's mammoth mind - memory dancefloor.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
let rot my mental status
to fruit the flies
billow the belly through the button
throat the needle thru the eye
sleeve the lamb back into the mutton
and make a glutton
of our air supply
guff it all out
flatus
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 6:52 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
He can stomp and shout
And even talk about
Let’s keep the Muslims out
And he’d do it, there’s no doubt
But he cannot pretend
There are no enemies within
More than now and then
People of another skin
On any given day
He may wake up and say
Let’s put ‘em all away
Or water board ‘em, okay?
He says what the heck
Because he doesn’t have respect
For the politically correct
I sincerely do detect
He talks off the cuff
Often with language that is rough
They seem to love his guff
Because they think he’s talking tough
We knew he wasn’t the nicest
But now he’s also helping ISIS
And so my sage advice is
Let’s stop him from rolling the dices
Despite how we might feel
We mustn’t allow ourselves to heel
To that fear monger’s appeal
Or give credence to his spiel
Because it cannot be denied
Judging by the way he’s lied
That he’s living to divide
And we know that’s no bromide
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC