"ker" poems
Kyun tu acha lagta hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Tujh mein kya kya dekha hai, waqt mila to sochenge
Sara sheher shanasai ka , dawedar to hai lekin
Kon hamara apna hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Hum ne usko likha tha , kuch milne ki tadbeer karo
Us ne likh ker bheja hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Mosam khushbu baad-e-saba chand shafaq aur taron mein
Kon Tumhare jaisa hai ,waqt mila to sochenge
Ya to apne dil ki mano , ya phir duniya walon ki
Mashwara uska acha hai ,waqt mila to sochenge
Kyun tu acha lagta hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Bade pyar se wo humko apni mefil me Bulayein
Mehfil me bulakar mehfil ke kaide sikhayein
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Pad pad kar kaide hum zehan mein basayein
tabhi humare Mezban khud kaidon ko thakh per rakh ayein
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Jab Mezbaan ki is harkat per hum narazgi jatayein
Pyar se woh humein Naee kaide ki kitabe thamayein.
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Bade laad se wo Bheege joothon ke nakshe humare galon per banayein
Meethe khanjar si chubhti hain ye unki zalim adayein
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Zalil O ruswa hokar jab unki mehfil se jayein.
Dosti ki Bediyan wo humare paon mein pehnayein.
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Kiya hai humne bhi pukka irada chod kar na mehfil ko ab Jayein
Humare mezbaan chahe hume zalil ker kitni bhi khushiyaan manaayein
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
aur jab haath pakar ke tum bhole
"Jungali, muje patha hai tum kya **
sab samaj mein aai
tumhe tub bhi, aab bhi,
matlab hi nahi koi
kabhibi saai aiya
ab kya se kya ker dala
waqt, demaq, aur pyaar sab kala
pyaar kiya tha mere se, hennah?
per tumne humko such, much ker dala fanaa
s.q.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
I recall her stripping me naked
Then she danced around the bed
Slowly, enticingly disrobing her voluptuous form
Her firm breast bouncing free from her bra
My ******** began to ache
As she slipped her tounge around it's head
Her ******* hard & rubbery adorned
the fleshy mountains I saw
Hands wrapped around each
I stroked & squeezed & suckeled
Her wet crotch sliding down my leg
Left a sticky trail
Her mouth found a throbing shift
And stoked it to it's base
Where there she ****** in my *****
And gently rolled them in her mouth
And around her face
Up the shaft she came again
though this time it slide down
Her throught, warm & wet & exhaled
Again & again she went
I almost surcumed
I pushed her back
And dove between her thighs
My tounge found that sweet spot
between the sticky lips
Lapping up her sweet honey drips
Sliding my tounge from one end to the other
******* on that harden ****
Until she gushed more sticky stuff
Then slowly I plunged as deep as I could
Filling up that sweet pink hole
And there I plunged again & again
Until my cheeks were sore
Slowly I raised myself
Hands upon her thighs
Spreading her lovelyness
As wide as she could split
She reached down & grabed my form
Holding hard she guided it in
Not even a chance to heav forwards
SHE CAME UP KER BAM
As she fell back I drove it home
My ***** smacked her in the ***
Stroking deep & slow at first
There was no holding her back
Bucking & bounching she managed
to turn around so I got her from hehind
She reached under & grabed my *****
Like a lease it was as she pulled me in
Faster & faster we went
Then she pushed me back
Grabed my shaft & began to ****
She said to me very sweetly
I want to drink U all
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
This morning I had to go ***** so bad
I squeezed and I pushed with all that I had
And after what seemed like a great battle
I heard a ker-plunk from what I did straddle
The mighty splash that this thing made
To have a look, my curiosity bade
So up I did rise slowly and sure
So as not to drop any poo onto the floor
I looked into the bowl not believing my eyes
This terd was of a most bodacious size
The cause of the strain was now easy to see
I new then not what I had set free
It leaned upright on the side of the bowl
Like it was in a jacuzi relaxed and whole
As I looked at it again in utter disbelief
I knew I had to flush away my relief
But when I pushed the handle on the toilet I found
All the **** did is spin round and round
Like a wooden stick in water being stirred
I was amazed at the stiffness of this ****
When the flush was done I looked with disdain
The **** was still there and left not even a stain
I flushed again with greater resolve
And the **** broke in half as it did revolve
But then as it started to finally go down
Something then happened that made me frown
It got stuck and clogged up the hole
I watched in horror as water filled the bowl
It plugged the toiled up tight like a cork
And now I wished I'd chopped it up with a fork
I grabbed the plunger from off of the floor
And plunged real hard, for my toiled to restore
But though I plunged with all of my might
It seemed that the **** was winning this fight
After several minutes the water went down
But only at a trickle as again I did frown
So along I did move from plan A to plan B
I'd show this **** who's the boss, not it, but me
So with hot water, a bucket I did fill
And dumped it in so it could swallow that pill
After twenty buckets, the **** did give way
And I was able to flush. Hip-Hip-Hooray!
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC
Hello little fly lying there on the ground
Did you ever stop to think what end would come around?
Did you ever wonder how it may all end?
What kind of death that fate did wait to quickly your way send?
Most of the time generally you get old and die
All the buzzing stops at once, and in silence there you lie
Another common way in which you may have died
Is when your inside someones house and they spray insecticide
You start to get all dizzy and fly iratically
As the chemicals penetrate and affect you dramatically
After a few seconds though, you stop flying around at all
On your back you spin around break dancing there you sprawl
Another way that's quicker and happens just like that
Is when you're swiftly swatted and you insides go 'Ker-splat!'
That is rather messy as everyone can see
All your guts and blood get spread. Oh my goodness me!
All your little entrails and intestines so fine
And look at that. Your blood is red! The same color as like mine!
Sometimes there are even eggs that get squirted out
A death and an abortion, simultaneously no doubt
There's also an electric zapper that does a real fast job
Twenty thousand volts that your life from you does rob
You simply explode and your parts vaporize
Into fly mist without any time to say your last goodbyes
But the slowest and most gruesome by far seems to be
The fly strip that beckons you with a smell of food for free
As soon as you land there thinking it's a treat
You find yourself stuck there by your six little feet
The more you struggle though, the more the glue does bind
But it seems to take very long, you for death to find
Sometimes you squirm there for oh so many hours
Sometimes so stuck moving would take super powers
And then what is this grossness that I see
Little tiny baby worms squirming out of thee
I wonder if they realize that you're in trouble dire
And decide to abandon ship to escape the deadly mire
I guess it is that you flies have no morals or loyalty
The only thing on your minds survival seems to be
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:05 AM UTC
The sun is hot this summer
Like it was last summer
It's too hot to play indoors
Let's don trunks and sandals
For our journey to Turtle Rock,
It's not too far a walk.
Wild carrots grow along hot asphalt
We're chewing Queen Anne's lace
The journey offers time to talk
We talk and walk at our own pace
I see Mosby Creek through the trees,
We're getting near the place
Cruise down the path
Rotten egg's always last!
We're barefoot before the first bend
Look out, leaves of three!
Poison oak let us be!
Lay down our towels
We're here my friend
Me first! Dibs! I call the rope swing!
I shout, jumping over that tranquil spot
Y'know the one, where you go over the creek,
Because of that awkward rock
I grab the rope, run round to the edge
And launch myself sidewards right off the ledge!
Ker-plunk! Time to swim,
Summer's here, life begins.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
One summer day as my bike I rode,
I spied in the street a flattened out toad.
I stopped to look and it was neat,
Perfectly flat against the street.
It must have happened as it crossed the road,
And a car turned it into a flattened out toad.
Its guts had popped out and lay at its side,
And in the hot sun, had perfectly dried.
Its eyeballs were out at each side of its head.
This poor thing was instantly dead.
And as I gazed at it apon the hot asphalt,
I thought to myself "It's not it's fault."
"I'll take it away and bury it right."
So I put it in my pocket and rode out of site.
I rode real hard and I rode quite fast
So the flattened out toad could rest in peace at last.
I ran to the tool shed for a trowl and a pick
So I could dig a hole in which the toad to stick.
Then I ran to the stream and grabbed a small stone
To mark the flattened toads final resting home.
I dug a small hole in the nearby wood
And placed the stone so the grave looked good.
I then reached into my pocket, but to my disbelief,
The toad had disappeared. "Holy crap! Good grief!"
I knew it couldn't fall out of the pocket in my pants.
So I thought checking again was worth a chance.
I checked once more."Oh please!" I begged.
This time I found the toads two front legs.
I searched with my fingers, deeper yet again.
Then pulled out what looked a flipper or a fin.
"What happened to it?" I began to ponder.
Then I realized, "It is no wonder."
"The riding and running and digging so rough,"
"Had ground the poor toad into parts and stuff."
So I turned out my pocket gently with great care
And checked to make sure all its parts were still there.
Its eyes and its legs, its feet and its head,
Its guts and its body could now go to bed.
I took all the parts and most of the skin
So that, the grave, they could lay therin.
I covered it with dirt and as there I sat,
In the distance I heard a distinctive "Ker-Splat!"
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 8:02 AM UTC
Jax slinks to the bowl
swipes a paw across the brink
litter in his drink
Java to the sink
jumps up to drink faucet drops
before they ker-plink
M J stops to think
before deigns to take a drink
lynx philoso-fur
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 3:27 PM UTC
this noisy head i live in
it just never quiets down
theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am
about some unpaid bills or parking tickets
and some other idiot going on and on about some girl that left
somebody is always throwing trash out in the common area
little bits of some ancient relationship
small parts of some old mystery
just want to tell em all ''will you all please shut up"
stop that godawful freakin racket
some fool on the roof shouting poetry just when your drifting off to sleep
another idiot in the basement throwing monkey wrenches in the works
always somebody causing some kind of ruckus
just want to scream
"can we PLEASE get some peace and quiet for five minuets"
this crazy head i live in
i want to move
to some nice quiet country house
where you never hear a sound
peaceful with birds chirping
where i can get some rest
not this confounded noisy head i live in
not this apartment building of lunatics i call a mind
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Personal memories that linger on the edge of forgiveness
Sit heavy on minds that are relentless
A silly blue dove that flies in the sky away
With a secret that saddens every one of us
A provision and a problem mixed all with transfusion
Beauty that detects its own solemnity
Tells itself it is ok.
Crashes against itself like some ancient book
Upon some ****** shelf
Yeah that date that made the mate feel an elation
Where the tiburons buried their 39 sons together in a mournful wake
Waking for all the wrong reasons in a house made of sticks and spots
That a dog had dropped all along the neighborhood parking lot
Bill mad hate always was so fuckin' late
Inspired to corrupt himself within the carnival fields
Of masked men marrying themselves to an image
Distorted with membership to clubs gated and wounded and founded
Again
In confusion
A literary agent with security cameras attached to the torsos
Told me
"There is always more so, especially in California"
Where the Ker-o Ker-o played
And the marmit sisters were made
Where the Galli fast paced listeners
And the Hager with her blisters
Where the streets curved all the way to the hot east west
A mixture of healing tonics along with the river bend erotics
Power penetrating the hot ***** grinder Simone belters
As ye who make me who I am
Am nothing without the sound of the universal plan
That universal mam a jam
That hippity hop madness clap
All along the corner stone littered in gritty gold
Mad love between the bad luck crew
Living a life they seemed they never believed to choose
A took that right hang along the way
As she took my left
And we walked around these naked river bends
Saying this a' thing and that
Ain't nothing but the blue mockery misfortune
When she comes around me house
Ain't nothing but the blue corn row corners
When she is a knockin' on my door
Ain't it true, ain't it true, ain't it true
I can't live with you
Nor
Can I live without you
May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
Rise
from the maze of lybrinth I rise..
from the graves of darkness I rise..
from the abyss called failure I rise...
Oh you push me back and back
gift me heartbreak after heartbreak,
shatter every dream and hope
push me to the brink of despair
But it aint curtains yet,
from clutches of despair I rise...
Kicked me in the gut,
knock me down to ground,
Write me off,
Sing the goodbye song..
But surprise motherf**ker!!!
I aint staying down...
From the ground I will always rise..
O phoenix !
My precious phoenix...
You enlighten me to the path...
Torch me down haters...
Strip me of every hope
From the ashes of my own
Like you I will still rise...
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
Oh I so have that temperament
yes I am one of those fire crackers
when I loose it, I see red
and I can't hold back
I risk my guts every ****** day
in the name of glorious poetry
I am battle hard f**ker
this mother f**king fire *******
I bust an A ring
just because I want it all
let's write some ******* poetry
you, one and all
I am a fire *******
I could take you to the stars
this sun of God
and warrior of Mars
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
The curse is: rot to mutilation,
You f**ker, scoundrel of my nation!
Each letter of this is your end -
A bitter, stinging, deathly blend.
And on it goes: with every ache,
Inflicted on me with your clutch,
Each fiber of your body's raked,
Exploding from the filthy touch.
you do not die,
but suffer rotten,
and then they find you
dumb and broken.
this curse is quiet,
there is no sound -
my fears drive you to the ground.
Remember: every little pain
Is like an earthquake to your brain.
(c)kRu, 20.10-21.10.04
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 12:31 AM UTC
I forgot my headphones.
Taking the 6AM bus.....and no headphones...
Brilliant!
I look out the window with a cold hard stare.
The bus accelerates from the station.
Vroom glug glug glug Vroom! glug glug
Vvvrrrrrrmmmmmm
It leaves and makes a sharp right turn at the corner.
The passengers make no effort to stay still in their seats.
They are asleep.
Chomp....chomp..gulp....chomp
The passenger two seat across from me eats a bag of chips.
Sssssssstttttttt
We stop.
Ssssttt. KER-SQUEAK!
The door slowly opens.
Clip clop Clip Clop Clip
A business woman walks consistent steps similar to a metronome click.
Behind that make-up is a woman who is still half asleep.
Ssssstttttttttttttt Vrrrrmmmmmmm
SNAP...SNAP.....POP!
Her gum clicks to her tongue as she flips out a magazine from her large Coach Bag.
scrit scrat scrit scrat scrit scrat
As an old man rubs to nickels together;
staring down at the platform with his hand rested on his leg.
Bump....Bump..DING
My stop is up.
Where has the time gone?
I fell in love with these sounds.
My ears didn't even have to make love to music.
Why should anyone ever want to drown sounds out?
That's our problem.
We drown this world out.
But the world is beautiful when it wakes up.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
*Basho On The Night Stand
I.
I found Basho sitting on my night stand;
he was measuring the distance
plum blossoms flew
when blown by Autumn wind.
It was an exercise
a mental confrontation
of spirit and nature
that is oft mystified
into confusion.
II.
Why is it
that the resonance
from the meeting of frog and pond,
leads most to a mythical,
non-existent god
or karma
or zen?
When it is pleasing enough
and real, to listen
and appreciate
the dynamics of tingling synapses
and neurons leaping
in a conscious mind.
To be in awe of the beauty of the leap.
To sing the notes that ripple
out in waves.
III.
Found Basho’s ancient pond
saw his huge frog leaping with
resonance and splash.
And I was awed by the Ker-plunk!
redzone /Aztec Warrior 8.17.12*
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
Cahtee hai tujhko is baat se inkaar kyon kere hum..
Galati tere nehi hai, aur sahi hum bhi nehi hai, magar,
Ek kasmakash chalti hai dil aur dimag kee beech, hum chaa ker bhi dil ki suun nehi pate, is baat se inkar kyon kere hum..
Bhoola dena chatee hai tujhko magar nehi bhula patee, is baat se inkaar kyon kere hum..
Ek namee sii aye hai ankho mai phir bhi muskurate hai tere samne, is baat see inkar kyon kere hum..
Hume lagta hai kii tere bina naa jii sakenge, magar khud se yee izhaar kyon keren hum ..
Mana tujhe kho diya magar khone ka ehsas kyon keren hum..
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
it tatters on the edge
like a flag
but her shirt
is all black
cept the letters
which shout at you in your face real real loud
'you cant have me
motherf&@ker'
with a happy face knife in the eye
she looks at the pavement
and mumbles somthing
off tone
but my head is ringing and i cant
place her words on the paper of my head
its too soaked with rain
all thoughts a runny
and slide right on out
she grabs my collar and pulls me along
down the isle to the display case
where she points out a bracelet
she wants real real bad is
'aint that bitchin'
little skulls and guns in pink
like charms
just for a laugh i buy it for her
she gets a complex look on her face
and punches my arm several times
'cant pay you back for that f&#kface till i get paid'
nothing to pay back kiddo
just a chicken wing
thought id share that
for whatever it means to a babysitter
to be around a poet
in the strange world
in a florida state of mind
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
Sitting inside silicon
Whirlpools-clapping--
Away-mercury
Tears.
I'm a chimerian sphinx
Accepting airless-
Han-ker-chiefs,
Showing polyporus-chimneys
Wheezing darkness
For meridian sanctuaries.
I've been threading
Biscuit silk into sorrow--
And now--
Summer-blind
Without the bead.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
YOUR
The
Knife
Never
Ignorant
*****
Evil
that struck through
My heart
It keeps bleeding but
I cant tell that
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
the fire is flic-
ker-
ring i wonder how it will be to breathe
smokeless air and
hate myself for doing so
where will this rain go?
it has ruined my dry-timber bones
i am smoldering embers
shivering.
then- clouds clear &
clear laughter.
how blind was i not to see
the magic is not in the flower
who shines the brightest
because she loved the sun
it is in the flower
who blooms
because she believed in the moon
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
COVID's around the Christmas tree
And it seems it will not stop
Mists of it hangs where you will breath
Every droplet goes ker-plop
COVID's around the Christmas tree
Sets the Christmas spiraling
Later will die some family
As the COVID does it's thing
You will get an awful mental feeling when you hear
Voices wailing, melancholy
Death abounds from human folly
COVID's around the Christmas tree
Some will die this holiday
Everyone's gaspin' eerily
In the new pandemic way
You will get an awful mental feeling when you hear
Voices wailing, melancholy
Death abounds from human folly
COVID's around the Christmas tree
So we'll ZOOM this holiday
Everyone dancin' merrily
In the new-pan-dem-ic waaaaaaaaayyyyyy
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
The rain dries,
In my eyes.
The storm stops,
Still with “ker-plops”.
The ground is dry,
The sun is shy.
Trees waving safety,
Still a little shaky.
Umbrellas down,
No streets drown.
Wind blowing strong,
Trees moving along.
Fresh air is sweet,
Birds come out to tweet.
Its all over,
No need to rover.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC