"kaboom" poems
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sparking at the end
•eating away at my wick•
forcing me into a backward bend•
now by the second I tick...•I am truly
seething•I am... TNT•I am so close to
exploding...•I am...incendiary•it feels
like a crime•but..............there isn't left
much room•it's just a matter of time•
before I finally decide to go...fizz...
fzzzs...sszz...fizzle...ssszzfzz...
KABOOM!•
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
loving you,
is like walking
on a landmine;
suited with a
vest decorated in
dangerous explosives
one wrong step-
and it goes 'kaboom',
just like ticks
of warning from
my puny heart
you hold a machine
and prepared to shoot;
as if I've not experienced
the after effects of this war,
just so I could win,
the peace treaty
of your affection
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
he big concert in the sky forces meteor over USA
HI EVERYONE I AM SAM KINISON
and i sing wild thing, oh yeah dude let’s party
you make my heart sing, who let’s party dude
if you feel cool enough, you will be made to ****** dry
wild thing, as we are flying in the sky, pretty cool, that’s great, ya ****** see
and sam kinison screams real loud, and it makes your heart
crawl right out of your body, and make ya wanna bleed
wild thing, hey wild thing, i think you will move me, who oh oh oh oh
and then came the great elvis presley singing
you are nothing but a hound dog, your farting all time
you are nothing but a hound dog, farting all the time
you will never catch me a rabbit, cause your no mate of mine
you said it was high class, that is just a lie
you said it was high class, well, that is just a lie
and you’ll goodie every day and night and watch this great meteor with us in it really fly
and now here is robert palmer, how can it be permissible
to compromise my principals, that kind of love is missable, she’s anything but typical
it’s a craze, or a cause, it’s a powerful force, there is nothing wrong surrounding because
does our meteor we are sending to the USA look good to you, because we find it, SIMPLY IRRESISTABLE
And john denver, take me home, country roads, to the place, where we belong
west virginia mountain mama, take me home, country road
there is no heaven, can you understand that, we are up here flying over the USA
And we want you to understand this, that we want you to take me home
country road take me home, to the place i belong, we are travelling over your country obama
saying we have been taken home, by country roads
and now, george harrison has a song, i got my mind set on you
i got my set on you, roy orbison sang, ANYTHING YOU WANT YOU GOT IT
anything you need you got it, anything you need you got it, baby
wild thing, oh yeah oh yeah
we are flying in the meteor yeah, who who who who
you make everything so wonderfully groovy
you big despicable wild thing
and this meteor did a mercy dash to bring elvis presley sam kinison robert palmer john denver
george harrison and roy orbison over this nation to explode with total madness, oh yeah, dudes
KABOOM, IS WHAT IT SOUNDED LIKE IN SPACE OVER USA, BUT IT WAS THIS GREAT CONCERT, WAS REALLY GOING ON
TRUST ME, I AM A COSMIC SLEEPER, IT WAS TUESDAY NIGHT, WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON IN CANBERRA, NEARLY POETRY SLAM
I WAS A BIT QUIETER AT THE POETRY SLAM, BUT I SENT MY LITTLE COOL KID THERE, AND SENT MY OLD MAN TO THE POETRY SLAM
I STILL BLEW THE CROWD AWAY WITH MY AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE POEM, I AM COOL, MAN
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
There is something about a fresh spring rain, wind chilling bare arms,
It moves in subtle and fast a temporary pain, come and go no harm,
Go indoors or throw a coat on, put your hood up, no need for alarm.
Then in the same breath there are the single cell clouds large and towering,
They are moved slow and sure, their energy charging up and empowering,
Tall as a mountain with darkness blots out the sun, thunder and lightning.
One bolt, one resounding boom, echoes like the atmosphere is an empty room,
Then the rain releases and floats the cloud mountain higher, no more kaboom,
Cotton-puff piled high leaving behind blue sky and sunshine, the day to resume.
Charged particles lift higher and change,
rain evaporates in the electric air or drains,
broken peaceful blue sky again a clear refrain.
©DWE042013
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
There's a mouse in my room,
she's silver and white,
mom's chased it with a broom
and the fella's put on a fight.
From the kitchen KABOOM
did shout one cold Christmas night,
dad was the bringer of doom,
he and his shotgun's great might.
Turns out our little mouse
slept in our house
with her husband and kid
but hungry they came unhid
by father's twitchy right eye
so they met his gun and goodbye,
our mouse friend is forever now
a lonely Christmas night widow.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
SSSSSSSS!!
My heart was a firecracker
CRACKLE!!!
And you had lit my fuse
ZWINNGG!!!
Foolishly, I stepped too close to the sparks
KABOOM!!!
And then I was blown apart by your flame
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
Rumpled feathers wrinkled in time
switchfeet running on a half battery
a horrible situation if you aren't accustomed
but to the rest
an average day-
breakfast lunch and dinner
nutrients, calories, sustenance
cherry bombs make lovely sundae toppings
then all goes nuts-
kaboom, kaplow
may all the tall ones wear pin striped suits
and carry pinwheels
and pin buttons of political preference to breast pockets
out pops golden sunshine
rays of gamma and joy
proletariat eternity
cannot decide
between juvenile altercations
or the same ole same ole way of ********
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
He took my hand
And my heart skipped a beat.
Skadoosh
My world implode,
Never to be the same.
Kaboom
Now that he's gone,
How do I recover?
Bang
He was my firecracker,
My short-fused flame.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Popin with a Buttery crime
Greasy and oily as slime
A crime wave to steal ingredients throughout
A mouthwatering motion
Across town in Poppintown, Popcorn Man and his Hitchmen are planning a precise plot
Yet, the Police will have no choice in liking or not
Within the Popcorn Clister Company, the Popcorn Man and his Hitchmen are attemptintg to steal all the production resources needed for the biggest crime wave of them all
The Popcorn Man’s quest was to steal the Crown Jewels of Great Britain at the Popin Mueum
But their plan was foiled by Batman and Robin
They confronted Popcorn Man and his Hitchmen on the spot as they had figured out their plot
A fight for justice broke out
Robin hit one of the hitchmen with a *** of hot oil in the face
Batman and Robin with all in between being Bam, Pow and Kaboom
But something was going to happen soon
Suddenly, Batman and Robin were caught by surprise and didn’t realize
They were caught in a trap in all buttered up Popcorn
How will Batman and Robin escape?
Will Popcorn Man get away with his outrageous cape?
Immediately, Batman pulls out of his utility belt an ingredient that causes everything to melt
Batman and Robin managed to escape
They must rush before it’s too late
It’s a mission to put Popcorn Man in jail with a popping finish
Popcorn Man is caught in the act, and Batman and Robin turn the tables on his hitchmen
Batman throws hot butter on the floor, and the Hitchmen just slide right into large cage
This causes Popcorn Man to respond in rage
Popcorn man wanted to take venegeance, but Batman was too clever
Batman pushed Popcorn Man into a Large Popcorn popping Machine and Kenneled out
A crime wave solved
It was the Cape Crusader who was involved.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Have you ever noticed
how you don't have anything?
Not that girl
you pretend to put
in your glove compartment
when she's in your gloves?
Or a car?
Or a job?
Or real, feasible hope?
Or **** all?
Put yourself in my position,
I can't stand looking at you,
your head caves in at the middle
like dough with a thumb print,
and you could fit
two *******
or two clitoris'
in that nose of yours.
All you think about is *** companionship and pancakes.
A lack of hope,
that's what's missing,
I'm talking
feasible hope,
that's the one you really need.
If you could feel it
like yesterday's bile
still on your tongue,
maybe it'd be easier for me
to work with that head.
Or
those gloves,
if you actually put them on
instead of pretending to put them on,
instead of playing with that girl.
Tell her what's really going on,
even though she'll laugh
and laugh
and laugh.
Tell her you're actually going insane
every second.
A shish-KABOOM
that slows down faster
than accelerated Swiss particles speed up.
Tell her about your heart,
that underneath the ink across your chest
there's something else tattooed.
Or maybe she won't say anything
and you'll be talking to
fingers in a ***** glove.
A car would be good too,
you could go places,
use those free passes to Puregold
your friend gave you.
Then again,
you'd want to save every woman alive after going there;
you'd think you could do it,
some hero,
some fake,
some male with a complex.
And finally
the job.
You have over $10,000 in outstanding loans,
either you get a job
or I do the right thing for the both of us.
So do you really want all this?
Want to be young?
Want to know what it's like
to have this ******* heart
and keep it forever?
A heart that doesn't shut the **** up
and goes off calling angry everybody's
at four in the morning
because it's drunk?
Want to know about fear?
I'm not talking wise fear,
I'm talking fear-of-death;
tiger-in-a-bunny-suit fear.
Once you turn those lights off
and can't handle yourself in the dark
then you'll know my fear.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
The tread on yer shoes aint there.
The tread on yer shoes aint there nowhere.
Worn out beyond compare, the whole pair,
so you slipped off yer **** and fell down the stairs!
Ya hollered and yelled the moment ya fell,
but no one came to help!
A loud KABOOM, but no one in their rooms
could even hear ya yelp!
It rained that night ya stepped outside
to a nasty tumbling blunder!
Cuddled up, cozied up in our beds
cause we all just thought it was thunder.
Stomp Stomp Stomp like an old wet mop,
you was mad as a hornet's nest!
Had to sit through what happened to you,
and you made sure of it!
Said you was out there just a cryin for help,
while everyone just stayed put.
You reminded us again of what happened to you,
then bent over and showed yer ****
Not sayin that this matter is a funny disaster.
But seein that yer fine, don't mind the laughter!
Better go get new shoes today,
or this might happen again.
Land on yer **** like that, I say,
and you might just break yer chin!
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
Don't give your words to the blind deaf spirits.
With eyes they simply don't use.
They couldn't care for your naggy rantings.
They ignore you; call you Katy Kaboom.
Hardly worth the look,
they are crust beneath trashcans.
Walking off while you breathe.
I find it hard to look at people, who refuse to listen to me.
Don't treat it kind to by waved away,
cast as the alien kind.
Don't waste a spit on carcass ungraced with noblesse oblige of a man.
'Man-kind' should be a revelation,
but dumb is the man with abused to his senses.
Only fairy tales may glue dumb and kind as one.
I've seen that only wise men may not be criticized.
For only kind men, wise men, will treat a woman wise.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
Hitting the bag hard. Contracting the muscles. Pushing the limits. Everyday is a workday in the gym. Boxing is a tough sport and injuries do happen, but the main draw is the test, and the endorphin high.
Outside the ring, time is more fluid. The clock continues to tick but, for most people, the seconds don't count.
A knockout can arrive in the blink of an eye. You think you know the ropes, the footwork, the patterns, and then wham!
Like a car-wreck. One minute you're buzzing down the freeway, listening to tunes on the radio, and kaboom, what the hell???
Instant change, up becomes down, and for some it's down and out!
Twelve rounds, the bell sounds, points are tallied, did you make the grade, did you put in your best?
It's everyday life played out as spectacle. Twelve rounds in the squared circle and then your time has passed.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
Why does a TV series, Bat Phone, Villains and Gotham City have in common?
Batman played by Adam West
Adam West, you fought a good fight
Your name will continue to shine written in the Batman light
Villains always felt they had you trapped
But along with Robin you give them a tough lesson of smack
Your thinking plans were always sharp as a tack
But leave it to the Bat computer to figure villains out
It was words of POW, KABOOM and CRASH
But you were Batman and it was business as usual in justice in Gotham City
Yet to the villains no one had a pity
The RIDDLER always had a plot
The JOKER tried to tie you in a knot
The MADHATTER in look into my hat
MR. FREEZE with his chilling detail
But throughout was always a villain fail
Justice always triumphant and the villains went to jail
Who could forget a voice, “Will Batman and Robin make it through their fate, but is too late. Be sure to find out Same Bat station and Channel
Commissioner Gordon and Chief O’hara all sadden in having a loss
But Batman and Robin you a team being a force
You will be missed in your acting ability ways
Yet the remembrance is here to stay
Acceleration in my mind being the Batmobile and Bat Cycle
Crime Fighting TV will never be the same
However, the thought of TV Batman and Robin will continue to remain
Your mission going forward in Heaven will be to recruit faithful Souls
But it will be the face of Adam West that will be the behold
Commissioner Gordon says, “Thanks for being Gotham City’s Protector and always being on call”
Adam West response is “To My Fans, Thank You All”.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
If there's a baboon and there's a buffoon,
a tangle it always takes two.
Put them together and what have you got?
Two bibbidi-bobbidi-boobs!
If they're in a room, you'll hear a KABOOM!
The whole house will become a zoo!
Cause you put together what I said do not!
Two bibbidi-bobbidi-boobs!
They're constantly slammin doors!
Sounds like someone brought in a horse!
Stompin and hoppin and ploppin and droppin,
two bibbidi-bobbidi-boobs!
If there's a baboon and there's a buffoon,
a tangle it always takes two.
Put them together and what have you got?
Two bibbidi-bobbidi-boobs!
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 12:41 AM UTC
I dig into my pockets and find
*lint
gum wrappers
the invisible switchblade
of mirror ride and wind’s roll—*
the KABOOM!
of diluted catastrophe
or how your mother screams in her sleep
now I understand how seasons
faint from peppered emotion—
strong enough for teeth
to bite and rip the leather
or at least scratch patterns into
that old belt
smooth breeze down the throat
tastes as September dies down
at the alley cat’s feet—
dead prayer
and the leaves swoon to
twitching whiskers
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Breathe taking marmalade
Swifting bellow shire's
More is less here wherein all tis best
Blocked by many attires
Crusade Palisades
Risking the discourse
Plottachunt
Unulent
Flous commers of shitva
Drenched
Playful smackers succulent wolves
Fierce howling to ungodly moons
Unleashed from tombs
Kaboom!!!
Slasher riddles griddled smittled
Muffled on days such as thus
Tis a must
To climb cheribum mantra's
Su mitra
Coming home
In baggage claim shock
Gliding on mothers womb
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
Women cry,
Men die,
Children watch their parents slaughtered.
Bombs are dropped,
Homes destroyed,
Government treats us like toys.
War is won,
Was is lost?
Only the people suffer the cost.
Families forced,
To leave their land,
All for the "Greater Plan".
Soon they give the term a name,
While they tell us,
Who to blame.
Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the ******
Men react to the call of war,
As if it were,
A cheap *****
Blindly walk into a trap,
While the politicians,
Enjoy a frappe.
Lives of men shatter to dust,
As their guns,
Begin to rust.
Missiles launched through the air,
Causing are brothers,
Great despair.
Cowards hide behind closed doors,
Avoiding the many,
Wounds of war.
Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the ******
Left or right,
Good or bad,
Pick a side "Mother Land".
Free or whipped,
Laws or not,
Come on United States show them what you got.
Missiles missiles everywhere,
As the bystanders,
Turn and stare.
Led by the Cabinet to our doom,
As they plot the final,
"KABOOM".
Preachers preach their words of peace,
As they collect,
The hidden fees.
Millions die,
Billions cry,
For this thing that runs us dry.
They call it war,
And it has tore,
A great hole in our land.
Each of themselves,
Calling the other one,
the ******
"Peace on Earth" ain't so simple
"War on Earth" is a lot more pinnacle.
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
There was a world, a world destined to crumble and disappear.
In that world was a person, that person was slowly becoming unaware of their surroundings, the only thing they can remember is that they didn't bring any phone or wallet with them. Until BANG. A gunshot rang in their ears, a figure dark and far away from them, their eyes blinking really fast, as they moved their hands to where they felt pain. It felt wet and sticky, they didn't understand why or what, the only thing they knew was that everything was turning dark. Darkness consumed them. Then they were forgotten.
As for the shooter, who had no idea how a gun got in their hands, ran, never looking back. But from above them came a bright light, as slowly as a snail, descending towards them. KABOOM! What was once bright became dark. Darkness consumed them. Then they were forgotten.
The world they lived in was destined to crumble and disappear.
Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 3:57 AM UTC
Hell, I'd run out on the street and hug a hobo
Just because it feels so good to not be flying solo
Low-key hopeless caught in action movie slow-mo
Heart racing, escalating my chest about to blow though
Tick tick kaboom, you made me more room
Rather than remove my mind roughly you made it real smooth
Laying awake til four only thinking of you
And all the things between us that i wanna pursue
Or kick-start or keep going,
These words wantonly flowing
I'm just saying what I'm thinking blindfolded i know it's glowing
The light around the edges telling me what i see
And what i see is my Queen amidst all of her beauty
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
I am rushing towards an explosion
of my character
my mind will burst out my ears
and my words will burst out my
eyes and the person everyone
thought I was will be splattered
against the walls while my real
form stands naked for all to see
this fuse within in me comes
dangerously close to the bomb
hid behind my stoic face
the bodies hold me back
and the fuse burns slowly
faster with each person
that stands in the way
three,
two,
one,
I count,
seeing the fuse
come all the way
to the bomb
but then
nothing
psst.
fizzle.
the day goes on
and I am still a
ticking bomb
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 11:27 AM UTC
In Zeppelin's dream
monsoon lovers
in cocoon
ecstatic kaboom
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 4:11 PM UTC
So it's back to the first formal practice
done for the first time forty years ago
which I invented without knowing anything
that brought about a big kaboom experience
and started my whole Zen trip or so I thought
so I just sit and watch my blinking
and nothing happens except being in being
and sometimes I even chant Om
like the world seems to like to make fun of
and I do have fun with this spiritual stuff
that actually probably is nothing to get
too shook up about.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 3:04 AM UTC
life
you don't want to live
ways
you don't want to earn
friends
you would rather not make
girls
you wouldn't talk to again
this
death silence is your making
tell
me you didn't see it coming
self-destruction
mutates in myriad ways
sometimes
oh so quietly and
kaboom!
right in your suicidal-in-waiting face
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC