"hipper" poems
I'm so in love with Fridays Fridays Fridays
I'm so in love with Fridays
yeah hipper cooler Fridays
ya gotta love them Fridays
yum yum yummy Fridays
rubbin tummy Fridays
slappin ass-in Fridays
get your giggle Fridays
all together Fridays
I'm so in love with Fridays
Fridays Fridays
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 3:18 PM UTC
I'm sorry God, but they've taken you prisoner.
Their words indubitably once streamed from your lips,
as your fingers projected beams of light,
falling from the Heavens:
people dumbly read your signs so literally.
They've closed you in a book and recalled your name
when such mentioning benefited their own name,
hypocrites they are;
for there was never a hypoChrist
capable of making wine a commodity
and bread a demon,
unless it is gluten-free.
How your intentions are clouded in veils.
****** in your name.
To glorify you.
Pushing scared young lovers--two men-- against barbed wire fences
and insisting they are sinful, foul--better off dead.
Maybe the hate is right
because it wins ten times out of nine.
God, they constantly judge each other
when they don't believe in the "right" version of you.
And they represent a new hipper you for the youth:
they want to understand you, when really they just
want to be understood.
Some days I walk past strangers and wonder,
"Who do you want me to be?"
Am I not Muslim enough unless I cover my hair?
Am I too Moz-lim if I say Allah and mean God--
just God, not whatever inane misnomer you'll tell me I really believe
you to be.
I think you tire of our piddle paddle,
how we puff up our chests, only to blow out a tiny breath of air,
that in one instant you can extinguish:
the candle had no choice.
We think we give the world meaning.
We feel so special when we hear ourselves think,
but sometimes, I wish you'd speak instead of all these false prophets.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
im suger high so hipper that i could bounce off the wall
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
there was a tiny girl
who lived in a shoe
she had so much footwear
she didn't know what to do:
itsy-bitsy teensy-weensy
sneakers and pumps
and microscopic oxfords
that made her heart jump
the little clogs she wore
were custom-made in france
they went well with leisurewear
like her blue capri pants
she loved her ballet slippers
(the ones that did not pinch)
and preferred stilettos with heels
a sixteenth of an inch
her favorite choice of footgear
was a gift that could not be hipper:
a resplendent miniature pair
of magical ruby slippers
and she looked quite lovely always
wearing a minuscule diamond crown
and was the belle of every ball
as she twirled in her wee princess gown
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
Normally, at this hour of night, I'm fragile and emotional and yearning for reinforcement.
Tonight? No.t at. all.
Tonight, I'm on fire.
Tonight, I realize that I have what you want. Rather, I am what you want.
You may not be aware of it, you may be in denial. It doesn't matter. Because I know it.
I realize that I provide for you so much more than you give to me. I am a rock, a shield, and a dose of reality; all on demand!
I would say you are lucky to have what I provide, but it isn't luck. It's choice. A choice I make, daily. A choice that has little to do with you.
If you don't have need of me tonight, so be it. It's not my loss; it's yours.
Tonight, I know the truth. You need me. You may not want me. You may not be proud of the fact that it is so. You may wish I was hipper, hotter, or more adventurous. But it doesn't change the fact that you need me.
It's not the other way around. It could be. But you have to work at it.
I know the truth, and the truth has set me free,
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
Just my fate
to live in a state
Where things are so...
.... backward
That the mirror view
Is a forward glance
And backward progress
Is no difference ...from a forward
Advance
It's not really part
Of the Bible belt
It's just below
The buckle
And right behind the zipper
Been here......
...most of my life
And though it has tried
From time to time
To become a smidge hipper
So far ...
It has been an absolute failure
Even though we reach ...out
To touch the tiniest shadow
Of the Color filled wonder
A state of bliss ..a state known
As Color.....COLORado.....
Though the chords are severed
And the fingers no longer
Are doing
Their earthly strumming
I will fullfill the promise...I made
Before you departed , and I stayed
To set up a life there ,and in your memory
I say my fate lies up in the Rockies
.......hold on ....I will soon be coming !
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC