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"kangaroos" poems
In my mind, I raced against time I smoked peyote with the Apache I chased Kangaroos Through the bush with the Aborigine All the while ...I searched for the power within me In my mind, I outpaced time I drew cave art with the Neanderthal I climbed to the top of the mountain with the Sherpa I hunted seal out on the frozen tundra with the Inuit All the while ...I searched for the power within me In my mind, I eclipsed time I wrote poetry while under the tutelage of Langston Hughes And I created visual greatness while apprentice to Gordon Parks I even stood on the wall with Che' Guevara, like a Sentry standing watch All the while ...I continued searching for the power within me In my mind, I turned to face time I wrote an addendum to the Emancipation Proclamation And I saw the ugly truths Of freedom's farcical Declaration All the while ...I continued searching for the power within me In my mind, I embraced time I sought to free my nation from the pandemic perils of ******* And I prayed that we Americans would be free of The snares of racial and economic divide that still has us chained I did this while searching for truth, in this, our most tenuous hour ...then empyreally, God reached for me, touching me, and I finally found my power * Reprinted from 'Exegesis a Decade of Poetry by Mekael' © July 14, 2009 by Mekael Shane
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
My Power
The emus formed a football team Up Walgett way; Their dark-brown sweaters were a dream But kangaroos would sit and scream To watch them play. "Now, butterfingers," they would call, And such-like names; The emus couldn't hold the ball - They had no hands - but hands aren't all In football games. A match against the kangaroos They played one day. The kangaroos were forced to choose Some wallabies and wallaroos That played in grey. The rules that in the West prevail Would shock the town; For when a kangaroo set sail An emu jumped upon his tail And fetched him down. A whistler duck as referee Was not admired. He whistled so incessantly The teams rebelled, and up a tree He soon retired. The old marsupial captain said, "It's do or die!" So down the ground like fire he fled And leaped above an emu's head And scored a try. Then shouting, "Keep it on the toes!" The emus came. Fierce as the flooded Bogan flows They laid their foemen out in rows And saved the game. On native pear and Darling pea They dined that night: But one man was an absentee: The whistler duck - their referee - Had taken flight.
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Fur And Feathers
I do not know how you see A peeing puppy you want me to be But I would rather have big feet And a long tail on my seat A pouch to hold my things Puppies You can always find them peeing Ah wanna be a f***ing kangaroo But because of stupid puppy lovers like you My dreams'll never come true
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 4:20 PM UTC
Puppies vs. Kangaroos
My family is a bunch of animals. My mother is a lioness, strong, brave, and full of pride, with claws sharp as knives, for anyone that harms her cub she will strike. my father is a hyena, foolish, never serious, and a lazy scavenger, that doesn't do anything but eat the crap that he creates. My grand parents are elephants, big and strong during the day, blind and helpless during the night. My aunts and uncles are the herd of gazelles, they graze when they can, but when the lioness comes they silence and run away with fear. My dogs are the shade that comforts me from the burning sun of life. The day has come when the lioness shall not roam the tall grasses of the Serengeti. Without the lioness the gazelles are persistently grazing, depleting the grass, grazing and depleting until there was no grass left for me to hide in, they rammed and bucked at me like I had no right to grieve. I was a helpless cub on that day and I still am, wondering when the lioness will show up to be my heroine again. But as the gazelles buck and ram, a kangaroo and a zebra rush in, embrace me, and take me in, I now have a second family with: a savage tiger, Italian chipmunks, boxing kangaroos, kick-ass monkeys, elderly turtles, burly bears, religious zebras, and untimely rabbits. My second family is diverse, but they never do the worst just as my first. This is a story that I usually don't tell, but this my past life so I must tell, tell, tell... This is what God raised me to be, This for me and only me. One day the light will show for me, and me and the lioness will forever again be free, to roam the plains in the skies above, just like a dove.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
Family Doesn't Always Mean Blood
My family is a bunch of animals. My mother is a lioness, strong, brave, and full of pride, with claws sharp as knives, for anyone that harms her cub she will strike. my father is a hyena, foolish, never serious, and a lazy scavenger, that doesn't do anything but eat the crap that he creates. My grand parents are elephants, big and strong during the day, blind and helpless during the night. My aunts and uncles are the herd of gazelles, they graze when they can, but when the lioness comes they silence and run away with fear. My dogs are the shade that comforts me from the burning sun of life. The day has come when the lioness shall not roam the tall grasses of the Serengeti. Without the lioness the gazelles are persistently grazing, depleting the grass, grazing and depleting until there was no grass left for me to hide in, they rammed and bucked at me like I had no right to grieve. I was a helpless cub on that day and I still am, wondering when the lioness will show up to be my heroine again. But as the gazelles buck and ram, a kangaroo and a zebra rush in, embrace me, and take me in, I now have a second family with: a savage tiger, Italian chipmunks, boxing kangaroos, kick-ass monkeys, elderly turtles, burly bears, religious zebras, and untimely rabbits. My second family is diverse, but they never do the worst just as my first. This is a story that I usually don't tell, but this my past life so I must tell, tell, tell... This is what God raised me to be, This for me and only me. One day the light will show for me, and me and the lioness will forever again be free, to roam the plains in the skies above, just like a dove.
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jumping hopping bounding springing kangaroos are jumping and hopping high their bounding springing touches the sky
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Kangaroos (Tyburn Poem)
an aging APE developed arthritis in his ankles several BATS tasted the nectar from the plum trees Jessica's CAT played with the ball of wool DINGOS were seen skulking around the camp site there are two types of ELEPHANTS the Asian and African FERRETS are sent down rabbit warrens to flush them out Helen saw a GIRAFFE at the wildlife reserve I wrote a poem titled Hilary The HIPPOPOTAMUS Who has a pet IGUANA? Some people say my uncle is a ******* KANGAROOS  have muscular tails Obama rhymes with LLAMA in parts of Canada MOOSE roam on the loose a NEWT likes being in a warm environment some OCTOPI have black dye baby PANDAS are cute and cuddly in Australia we have a native bush QUAIL RACCOONS live in rocky dens a TAPIR has a very long nose UAKARI monkeys hang out in the Amazon jungle if you're looking for a VOLE you'll find him in a hole WOMBATS move in a very slow manner an XERUS is a mighty big species of squirrel the Nepalese have domesticated YAKS Doctor Dolittle has spoken to a ZEBRA
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
ABC Poem (Animals)
the committee has convened (kangaroos corralled) the agenda is set (scapegoats framed) the politicos are preened (perfect patriots) hair coiffed teeth whitened (fangs sharpened) correct talking points bulleted (minds closed) puffed chests perfectly postured (bombastic bravado) freedom fighters stand firm (Constitution usurpers) American flag lapel pins (sparkling bright) liberty's spirit and tolerance (roundly condemned) special interests are watching (payola earned) partisan lines clearly drawn (democracy doomed) Music Selection Cream: Politician Oakland 10/1/10 jbm
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
Senate Committee
In three months time I have to leave, thinking the reasons I should believe. Four pure hearts waiting to receive, it won't be long we will succeed.
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
Seeing Kangaroos
"There are animals in the road" the traffic reporter said "We're not told what they are find another route instead" And so I got to wondering though I wasn't going that way what the mystery beasties were that were on the road that day Were they a herd of wildebeeste who took a wrong turn on the veldt or perhaps a wayward mule train delivering some sacks of spelt Maybe a team of trainee reindeer diverted from the North Pole or a bunch of llamas from Peru that fell through a wormhole Or bears, or wolves, or lions could be zebras or kangaroos surely not beached aquatic mammals or elephants trumpeting the blues Exotic beasts seemed unlikely though it was more likely cattle or sheep though it could have been migrating badgers moving goalposts somewhere safe to keep Cynthia Pauline Jones, 27/10/13
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
There Are Animals in the Road
i like the kangaroo with his little pouch carrying his children as inside they crouch jumping through the air he begins to hop traveling on for miles then a little stop all along the plain he just likes to roam kicking up the sand of his desert home he has a lovely face and ears that are long he has lots of strength and is very strong a lovely sight to see that fills you with delight watching kangaroos makes life seem so bright.
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
kangaroo delight
hi dudes i am in a good mood, i am doing the bbq tomorrow and i tipped kangaroos over essendon kangaroos won adelaide over st kilda adelaide won hawthorn over melbourne hawthorn won GWS over carlton, GWS won sydney over geelong, sydney won west coast over gold coast, west coast won and if fremantle beat western bulldogs and collingwood beat richmond and port adelaide beat brisbane i have tipped all the winners of this round i am doing the bbq tomorrow in kippax hoping i grab the second full winner
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
i am on the way, selecting all the teams, i hope
Talk-show queen Oprah Winfrey with her entourage is going to Australia and it’s timely now for a quick Colbert Report on the state of the colony of Australia Colony? Yes, that’s right Australia is still a British colony - How else do you explain it? as the Head of Government in Australia is still the British Monarchy and her Majesty, the Queen of Great Britain, has her representative a Governor-General in Australia; and the Aussie national media faithfully reports that Prince Philip is a God in some remote island and the TV stations broadcast visions of which British Prince kissed which of their latest fancy And so, Oprah, welcome to the Colony Ah, yes, and the Chinese migrants coming in are surprised to learn of Australia’s status at citizenship ceremonies and the young man explains to his grandma: “Oh, Foreign Devil still control Australia; sad, Chairman Mao did not Liberate Australia.” And Indian migrants, much to their disappointment are heard to remark: “Oh no – does this mean we still have to go through another fight for freedom as in 1947?” But then they are consoled by the fact that a Gandhi only comes once in 200 years so we can all still get on with our lives and the nation will continue to eat burgers and enjoy barbecues and hop like kangaroos until such things may happen… Ah well, dear talk-show Queen Oprah Winfrey and her entourage this ends our report on the sovereign nation down under: Happy Stay in Her British Majesty’s Colony
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Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 12:16 PM UTC
Colbert Report: Australia
Talk-show queen Oprah Winfrey with her entourage is going to Australia and it’s timely now for a quick Colbert Report on the state of the colony of Australia Colony? Yes, that’s right Australia is still a British colony - How else do you explain it? as the Head of Government in Australia is still the British Monarchy and her Majesty, the Queen of Great Britain, has her representative a Governor-General in Australia; and the Aussie national media faithfully reports that Prince Philip is a God in some remote island and the TV stations broadcast visions of which British Prince kissed which of their latest fancy And so, Oprah, welcome to the Colony Ah, yes, and the Chinese migrants coming in are surprised to learn of Australia’s status at citizenship ceremonies and the young man explains to his grandma: “Oh, Foreign Devil still control Australia; sad, Chairman Mao did not Liberate Australia.” And Indian migrants, much to their disappointment are heard to remark: “Oh no – does this mean we still have to go through another fight for freedom as in 1947?” But then they are consoled by the fact that a Gandhi only comes once in 200 years so we can all still get on with our lives and the nation will continue to eat burgers and enjoy barbecues and hop like kangaroos until such things may happen… Ah well, dear talk-show Queen Oprah Winfrey and her entourage this ends our report on the sovereign nation down under: Happy Stay in Her British Majesty’s Colony
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It takes a village to stop a bullet, johnny. but you go 'head and stand in front of as many bullets as you want; hell, i might even write a poem about you doing just that. but i shan't pay you. and that is my price. there, under the rug, like darkness in haste... there between, we perplex... at a civilized pace [ as we continue to mean nothing ] until our horrors are in HD then we make a move on Paradise... like drunken kangaroos wearing cursed hats that can never be removed.... storming the gates.
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO STOP A BULLET
HaHA, I've done it!  I've created a device That can tap into my subconscious and translate it for all to hear. I will win the Nobel Prize! I will be rich beyond my wildest dreams! People will LIKE me! So let's see here....I put on the cap, set the throttobombulator to 8. Adjust for fuzzy dialation...set the circuit threshold to .79, make sure the lucid translation synapses are firing...and yes.  The next words you hear will surely be written in History books one day, much like Thomas Edison's first phonograph recording, or the first telephone call! Neural connection is active.  Transmitting **TRANSGENDERED KANGAROOS FORNICATE IN THE PURPLE SHADE OF BETTE MIDLER'S THIGHS.  PLEASE PERFORM ******** AT THE BEHEST OF BUDDHIST MONKS WITH LISPS.  COUNT TO TEN AND BECOME A BUXOM BLONDE ***** WITH BOUNCY *******   WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE, CINDARELLA IS ON HER KNEES AND ELBOWS BECAUSE IT'S ****** HARD TO GET LOW ENOUGH TO PLEASURE A DWARF** Oh dear.  This can't be right....now where's that 'off' switch? **JACK AND JILL WENT OFF THE PILL SO JACK COULD BE A FATHER.  JACK WENT DOWN TO LONDON TOWN AND PUNCHED THE DALAI LAMA.  EDIBLE ******* GIVE YOU INDIGESTION.  DO YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH, BECAUSE YOU SHOULD. (AND USE SOME TONGUE THIS TIME)** Oh My...Ladies and Gentlemen, It's clear that my invention is experiencing technical difficulties.  If you would please be patient--- **SATIN BRAS DON'T CHAFE.  NONE OF THE SMURFS HAD BLUE ***** THANKS TO SMURFETTE.  I WONDER WHAT MARY MAGDELINE WAS LIKE IN THE SACK?  ** STUPIDSmashPieceSmashof GARBAGESMASH DoNT LikE iT?  tucK iT bAcK!! Connection Lost I...erm...clearly have some more work to do before it is ready for the pubic--er..public.  I have run into some...translation errors...and need to re lubricate--CALIBRATE a few things. Please don't tell my mother.
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Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
The Dam is Breached
HaHA, I've done it!  I've created a device That can tap into my subconscious and translate it for all to hear. I will win the Nobel Prize! I will be rich beyond my wildest dreams! People will LIKE me! So let's see here....I put on the cap, set the throttobombulator to 8. Adjust for fuzzy dialation...set the circuit threshold to .79, make sure the lucid translation synapses are firing...and yes.  The next words you hear will surely be written in History books one day, much like Thomas Edison's first phonograph recording, or the first telephone call! Neural connection is active.  Transmitting **TRANSGENDERED KANGAROOS FORNICATE IN THE PURPLE SHADE OF BETTE MIDLER'S THIGHS.  PLEASE PERFORM ******** AT THE BEHEST OF BUDDHIST MONKS WITH LISPS.  COUNT TO TEN AND BECOME A BUXOM BLONDE ***** WITH BOUNCY *******   WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE, CINDARELLA IS ON HER KNEES AND ELBOWS BECAUSE IT'S ****** HARD TO GET LOW ENOUGH TO PLEASURE A DWARF** Oh dear.  This can't be right....now where's that 'off' switch? **JACK AND JILL WENT OFF THE PILL SO JACK COULD BE A FATHER.  JACK WENT DOWN TO LONDON TOWN AND PUNCHED THE DALAI LAMA.  EDIBLE ******* GIVE YOU INDIGESTION.  DO YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH, BECAUSE YOU SHOULD. (AND USE SOME TONGUE THIS TIME)** Oh My...Ladies and Gentlemen, It's clear that my invention is experiencing technical difficulties.  If you would please be patient--- **SATIN BRAS DON'T CHAFE.  NONE OF THE SMURFS HAD BLUE ***** THANKS TO SMURFETTE.  I WONDER WHAT MARY MAGDELINE WAS LIKE IN THE SACK?  ** STUPIDSmashPieceSmashof GARBAGESMASH DoNT LikE iT?  tucK iT bAcK!! Connection Lost I...erm...clearly have some more work to do before it is ready for the pubic--er..public.  I have run into some...translation errors...and need to re lubricate--CALIBRATE a few things. Please don't tell my mother.
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I’m lost in Rome, all the roads have brought me here. I’m searching for home, Holding a picture of it near. I step into the metronome, I enter with an identity in my pockets. I speak to the garden gnome, He’s asking if I’d like to buy a silver locket. At a legato tempo, 10. The metronome keeps ticking.                                                                 My lips only stay chapped, Simply because I won’t stop licking them. “I’m looking for the Lucky Fix. The Shaved Jaguar told me this is the place.” The Gnome haggles me up in my face, “Oh please, I know all the old tricks! I now control your brain stem. You have a long way to go! You’ve been trapped!” At an Allegro tempo; 20. The Metronome keeps tocking. On the stage, The Kangaroos are still kick-boxing. Breaking free of their cage, The only price is to make you dance. “I seek to barter for some potions", They want to know, "So Why have I been cursed?” The Hooting Owl, offers them a grand notion. “Keeping thinking that and you might just burst.” 30.The metronome stops on the off-beat, . “Where is the Lucky Fix?” I began to grow impatient! “Don’t you first need your feet? Your priorities need to be layered bricks. Your addiction to gratification will lead you to defeat! You can find the matches in the Fire Station. I know some of the tricks. That’s a good place to start.” The Goblins are looking for the heart. 40. With a Presto Tempo You must reset the Metronome. TJW 2013 .
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
The Metronome and the Lucky Fix
I’m lost in Rome, all the roads have brought me here. I’m searching for home, Holding a picture of it near. I step into the metronome, I enter with an identity in my pockets. I speak to the garden gnome, He’s asking if I’d like to buy a silver locket. At a legato tempo, 10. The metronome keeps ticking.                                                                 My lips only stay chapped, Simply because I won’t stop licking them. “I’m looking for the Lucky Fix. The Shaved Jaguar told me this is the place.” The Gnome haggles me up in my face, “Oh please, I know all the old tricks! I now control your brain stem. You have a long way to go! You’ve been trapped!” At an Allegro tempo; 20. The Metronome keeps tocking. On the stage, The Kangaroos are still kick-boxing. Breaking free of their cage, The only price is to make you dance. “I seek to barter for some potions", They want to know, "So Why have I been cursed?” The Hooting Owl, offers them a grand notion. “Keeping thinking that and you might just burst.” 30.The metronome stops on the off-beat, . “Where is the Lucky Fix?” I began to grow impatient! “Don’t you first need your feet? Your priorities need to be layered bricks. Your addiction to gratification will lead you to defeat! You can find the matches in the Fire Station. I know some of the tricks. That’s a good place to start.” The Goblins are looking for the heart. 40. With a Presto Tempo You must reset the Metronome. TJW 2013 .
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an hour ago   as we lay your coffin           in the red brown earth a mob of kangaroos         bounded  by                 down in the vale at the bottom of the hill. amazing in their strength and synchronicity                the thunderous noise a more than, fitting goodbye the world itself ... resonated with one last joyous round of applause..and then a quiet                    goodbye
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
one final bow, before exiting, stage left
I sit Helping my mom Sticking stickers on various ribbons I look back on today's swim meet. During freestyle, I was put in a heat only with a girl who hardly knew the stroke I touched the wall over five seconds before her, scoring a new high score for my freestyle time; 42 89, which is 42 seconds and 89 milliseconds. Next, I had backstroke to do with a friend of mine a lane over Although I was placed for success, I barely came in last for my heat. Then, all I had to do was read. Pretties, by Scott Westerfield sat open in my hand, with me absorbing all of the words as if I wrote them myself Tally was watching her former friend Shay become a monster. Nice story. After awhile, I started helping my mom put identifying stickers on ribbons. How lovely
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
Tsunamis vs. Kangaroos
Signs point in different directions Art> <Science History^ Oddities¿ Art: Every memory of every sunrise Every beautiful melody Here. And so many images of her. Some sweet Some candid Some sad. How can we revel in the joyful Without knowing it's opposite? Every delicate poem Every lyric yelled Every painting Every sculpture And in all of them, Her. Science: Models of molecules Diagrams of data Sketches (Where are the equations?) Math is forbidden in this museum. Lectures Theories All gathering dust. History: Names. The greatest of men and women Julius Caesar Constantine Marc Anthony Cleopatra Rosa Parks Elinor Roosevelt Patton Churchill Kennedy MLK Maps and charts Famous cities of old Sparta Alexandria The halls of Montezuma Constantinople Babylon Oddities: Phantom Kangaroos Homemade Bazooka "That made the news?" And Bubblegum the Baluga The Raven Empress Flaming mattress Sharks with lasers Pandas with Tasers
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
If My Mind Were A Museum
Through the nature that i've travelled There's so much to unravel And the sea's that i've swum Whether fishes are dumb And the skies that are blue Do they wear lace shoes? Those dinosaurs which were ugly Did they shave their legs regularly? Do flying fishes even fly Or its just a rumor spread by cats So that it can eat every time a human has its catch Did apes develop into humans Or totally vice-versa Before we know it we'll go extinct And apes on trees will have sips of ***** Do kangaroos have pockets from birth Or did they buy from Denims Before i know it dogs will purr And rocks will have feelings Do owls sleep or act their way through the day It will not be Meryl Streep but them, catching the oscar and walking away! Do snakes hiss by nature or just be angry due to their body folds Before i know it others will wear Jimmychoo's and all they'll do is catch a cold! DO lions have smelling ability or they just put a tracking device Playing billiards in 'Catsino' and using cell phones made of mice?! Do eagles, the pilots of the sky have pretty air hostesses attend to Or locate and make a buffet out of the, that's exactly what i'm referring to! Its this jungle or paradise, or what a new age city? Casino's of lions, oscars for owls, that's my LIFE'S EXPECTANCY !
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
LIFE's Expectancy
I got me a Kangaroo Lives way down in my pants He seldom sits quiet He'd rather get up and dance. He goes Bo-ing! Boing! Boing! I can't get him stopped He's always on the go Yea! he's always on the hop.                      II Well, he ain't no Dodo He sure knows how to pogo Even when I say no! no! He keeps on on the go! go! (Bit of a yo-yo) And when he's full of vim There's no catching him I only hope my pants hold out And he don't pop out.                          III Now how can I put forward My Best face When I got him down there Bouncing all over the place. He's up, then he's down Then he's back up again Up and down all day Like a demented drawbridge.                        IV He goes Bo-ing! Boing! Boing! And I go Down! Down! Down! Whoa-aa Boy! I go one way While he goes the other Man! he's tearing me asunder I'm every which way. My mind full of insecurities & fears And my Kangaroo down there He's looking up at me saying What the hell are you doing up there.                             V O! what am I going to do With my wild Kangaroo, What am I going to do !!! What! Get him a didgeridoo ??? (A didgeri-didgeri-doo!) Have you got a Kangaroo Down in your pants ? "Ooooo! Whoo!" sang the girls      "yes! we Dooo Whooo!!!" What! Wait a minute, you mean... You mean girls, they got Kangaroos too !!!
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Kangaroo Blues
How are things going? I desperately want to ask But now I remember how I called you that night crying and desperate “Sorry dear, I have bigger priorities,” you mumbled nonchalantly in a tone that cut I guess what was important to you was your short silver dress which you had to keep tugging at And your layers of mascara which smeared in the heat and the sweat Maybe you didn't feel like being responsible or putting up a fight Didn't feel like talking in the pulsating strobe lights Where you drank and danced and smoked, Your hands around the masculine men with whom you hooked I wonder if you still would have hung up if you knew I was crying for you. And one year later you still haven’t changed You’re out of school and awfully deranged Lying at the side of the road in a drunken stupor, Stinking of smoke and giggling hoarse Your dress riding up mid-thigh and your heels strewn across the street Ordering McDonald’s, planting fries in your friend’s garden throwing fits Sitting in trolleys in supermarkets at 3 am in the morning screaming at the top of your lungs and I Miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you. If I ever saw you again I’d bury my face in your long raven hair and whisper how much you meant to me, once. I’d stroke your whiter than white skin, touched and kissed by fifty other men Bruised by the very people you call your friends And I’d cry in your chest and tell you to come back If all you’d do is swig down a bottle of beer And not look my way, but cackle cruelly wailing dear I would die more than a little inside You stopped caring about anything that was supposed to matter, Like being better than everyone and writing beautiful badass essays about saving the sharks (And understanding everything I never understood about myself and laughing at the things I used to say and pinning my name with stars on your charts) You forgot your dreams of wanting to travel and petting kangaroos, carving out something of yourself so they’d remember you for your passion and loneliness is the only place at which you’re stationed. Now all you’re doing is living monotonously, “the *** life” you call it, your dreams all burnt up in the intoxication of the hookah you pretend to love and dissolved in the alcohol you swallow now pulsing through your veins. Come back.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
How have you been?
How are things going? I desperately want to ask But now I remember how I called you that night crying and desperate “Sorry dear, I have bigger priorities,” you mumbled nonchalantly in a tone that cut I guess what was important to you was your short silver dress which you had to keep tugging at And your layers of mascara which smeared in the heat and the sweat Maybe you didn't feel like being responsible or putting up a fight Didn't feel like talking in the pulsating strobe lights Where you drank and danced and smoked, Your hands around the masculine men with whom you hooked I wonder if you still would have hung up if you knew I was crying for you. And one year later you still haven’t changed You’re out of school and awfully deranged Lying at the side of the road in a drunken stupor, Stinking of smoke and giggling hoarse Your dress riding up mid-thigh and your heels strewn across the street Ordering McDonald’s, planting fries in your friend’s garden throwing fits Sitting in trolleys in supermarkets at 3 am in the morning screaming at the top of your lungs and I Miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you. If I ever saw you again I’d bury my face in your long raven hair and whisper how much you meant to me, once. I’d stroke your whiter than white skin, touched and kissed by fifty other men Bruised by the very people you call your friends And I’d cry in your chest and tell you to come back If all you’d do is swig down a bottle of beer And not look my way, but cackle cruelly wailing dear I would die more than a little inside You stopped caring about anything that was supposed to matter, Like being better than everyone and writing beautiful badass essays about saving the sharks (And understanding everything I never understood about myself and laughing at the things I used to say and pinning my name with stars on your charts) You forgot your dreams of wanting to travel and petting kangaroos, carving out something of yourself so they’d remember you for your passion and loneliness is the only place at which you’re stationed. Now all you’re doing is living monotonously, “the *** life” you call it, your dreams all burnt up in the intoxication of the hookah you pretend to love and dissolved in the alcohol you swallow now pulsing through your veins. Come back.
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in my child's eye... it is possible, for a frog, to choose to fly. a dog to dance and cats to swim. it is possible, to build a castle, up into the sky. to converse with stars. for elephants to drive, tiny cars. it is possible, that the world, is without sin and washed clean, each morning, which is to be met with an insouciant grin. it is possible, to befriend the child you just met.... no matter what creed or colour. it is possible, to forgive and live, without regret and to sleep at night without any stress. it is possible, at that age, to know .... a dollar found upon the sidewalk, is a treasure of great proportions, if made into, lollies and shared, with friends. it is possible... that fish can write stories and possums delight it is possible to count a monkey as a friend. it is possible to ride kangaroos and adventure to Timbuctoo it is possible, to love spaggetti as much as your mother. to make the new kitten, your brother. it is possible, to love your dad even when he is silly or mad... all this is possible... ....and much more when you are just, one year, past four... ...and you have a sunny, lovable disposition and the world has yet to find the time, to revise the freedoms of your amazingly beautiful mind... it is possible.... and in many ways so very probable...
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
all things are possible
Bang those pots and pans and blow those whistles too Comes a better year and love will come to you Hug, laugh and dance and leave 16 in the past Say hello to 17 and give it all a blast Jump up and down like good old kangaroos do Watch that confetti land on top of you Kiss all your loved ones and giggle in their face make that yearly ******* never a disgrace HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR GANG...
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Bang those pots and pans and blow those whistles too
Those dangling chains, I wish for them. Just like a baby wishes for his mother. They, the chains,  jump around; Just like wild and free kangaroos. The holes so close, Remind me of fishnets; The livelihood of those at sea. The hanging chains, like grapevines Much like people, hanging onto hopes. Dangling in the storm to save their life. The chains still dangle, Carefree, without concern; Lost in their own world; Like few people, Those who stand out. Those dangling chains; So **** beautiful; Just stare at them, Like you stare at the stars, On a moonlit night. They keep dangling, Undeterred by the world. Chains are free, Chains are dominant, Much like the unfettered few.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Chains