"kidder" poems - Hello Poetry

I held the height of human industry aloft in my left hand, A polymer all of your children's great-grandchildren won't outlive. And some old stranger glared at me, so I yelled at her "I litter!" Her scowl grew, the old biddy knew I was a liar, and a kidder

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Jul 22, 2013

Jul 22, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC

billo

In Memory, Immoral

I held the height of human industry aloft in my left hand, A polymer all of your children's great-grandchildren won't outlive. And some old stranger glared at me, so I yelled at her "I litter!" Her scowl grew, the old biddy knew I was a liar, and a kidder

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I sit where I could get a fresh breathand somehow escape the smells of collard greens, fried chicken, man-n-cheese, and Momma’s 7-up pound cake.Sunday dinners were never going to be the same and Daddy’s to blame.Pot-bellied Pastor McKenzie sneezed in the same rag that he was wiping his sweaty face with. Auntie Lena brushing pasthim to avoid his sermon on ‘cleansing your soul’ putting the carnation bouquets on the dining table.Momma leaning on her callused elbows, which ain’t ableto take too much more stress. Brandy and Brittney flipped through channels fighting over the best pillow on the couch.My uncle Jo rambling on about this sweating he does in the south.Nobody even noticed the things that were coming out of Daddy’s mouth. “Sorry baby. Daddy’s so sorry,” on repeat like my Alicia Keys CDthat Kayla scratched last year in the same car Daddy wrecked. I played it in the living room, hoping to bring her back.Her frizz free hair was all that I was jealous of. Her clothes were cuter than mine and one size too big. Her humor rubbed off on me and is the reason I’m a kidder. Time to eat, but I can’t breathe.Kayla could never again help with dinner.

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Feb 26, 2010

Feb 26, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC

whitney-j-blue

Breathing through the Backdoor in the Kitchen

I sit where I could get a fresh breathand somehow escape the smells of collard greens, fried chicken, man-n-cheese, and Momma’s 7-up pound cake.Sunday dinners were never going to be the same and Daddy’s to blame.Pot-bellied Pastor McKenzie sneezed in the same rag that he was wiping his sweaty face with. Auntie Lena brushing pasthim to avoid his sermon on ‘cleansing your soul’ putting the carnation bouquets on the dining table.Momma leaning on her callused elbows, which ain’t ableto take too much more stress. Brandy and Brittney flipped through channels fighting over the best pillow on the couch.My uncle Jo rambling on about this sweating he does in the south.Nobody even noticed the things that were coming out of Daddy’s mouth. “Sorry baby. Daddy’s so sorry,” on repeat like my Alicia Keys CDthat Kayla scratched last year in the same car Daddy wrecked. I played it in the living room, hoping to bring her back.Her frizz free hair was all that I was jealous of. Her clothes were cuter than mine and one size too big. Her humor rubbed off on me and is the reason I’m a kidder. Time to eat, but I can’t breathe.Kayla could never again help with dinner.

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I paint quietly my admiration of your kind and silent coronations watching your spears rise upright as if a porcupine queen released her spines You could be so untouchable without your soft smiling eyes with every swagger of indifference I see that they are all flippant lies Do not kid a kidder do not rely on facts I do not go by your rules versatile are my tracks In English lanes of high standing I walk with the quiet men and to the valley of fools we are deemed to truly end By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC

christos-andreas-kourtis

Valley Of Fools

I paint quietly my admiration of your kind and silent coronations watching your spears rise upright as if a porcupine queen released her spines You could be so untouchable without your soft smiling eyes with every swagger of indifference I see that they are all flippant lies Do not kid a kidder do not rely on facts I do not go by your rules versatile are my tracks In English lanes of high standing I walk with the quiet men and to the valley of fools we are deemed to truly end By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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**** I'm in your face man, no kinda plan just out to mack you off with a bang, yeah everybody's doing the same can't you see, I'm the one with the high velocity, packing this piece you know you ain't gonna sleep, so fall before me and prey real hard coz dude you gonna be seeing stars. I'll pull the trigger mess yo up I ain't no kidder, so don't think you can plead or beg, **** that this bullet's for your ******* head. See I told you I ain't no ******* angel, well I am, kinda, **** no I ain't, I ain't messin, chilling out giving my blessing, to you, you gotta be stressing, okay enough of this jive, I'm gonna pop you in the eye Or maybe in the dome, who the hell is calling your ******* cell phone, Don't you answer, or I'll be all over you, like cancer, bleeding you out like a little stuck pig, bam, ha ha you know you just ****** **** okay okay enough of this **** it ends here down on the ***** grit, where you belong you freaky piece of *** Say goodnight coz death is gonna last BAM, BAM,

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC

Mooncatcher

No Law

**** I'm in your face man, no kinda plan just out to mack you off with a bang, yeah everybody's doing the same can't you see, I'm the one with the high velocity, packing this piece you know you ain't gonna sleep, so fall before me and prey real hard coz dude you gonna be seeing stars. I'll pull the trigger mess yo up I ain't no kidder, so don't think you can plead or beg, **** that this bullet's for your ******* head. See I told you I ain't no ******* angel, well I am, kinda, **** no I ain't, I ain't messin, chilling out giving my blessing, to you, you gotta be stressing, okay enough of this jive, I'm gonna pop you in the eye Or maybe in the dome, who the hell is calling your ******* cell phone, Don't you answer, or I'll be all over you, like cancer, bleeding you out like a little stuck pig, bam, ha ha you know you just ****** **** okay okay enough of this **** it ends here down on the ***** grit, where you belong you freaky piece of *** Say goodnight coz death is gonna last BAM, BAM,

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There was a silence. Oh, if he would only be hers entirely; not by poor surreptitious evasion but in fulness and in fact. He had understood her pause. "I'm good." she said with apparent carelessness. She found it difficult to keep her voice just on the casual note she wanted. he thought to himself: she's different from me, she's romantic. "You just don't trust yourself with me around." he said. "It seems a bit funny, we both always knew, but honest I hadn't realized you were beautiful." "You're a great kidder." Oh God, she asked herself, have I handled this right? leaning on the door jam his body in perfect chiaroscuro and an omniscient grin And the rest is history. ...

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC

lillianmay

and the rest is history

There was a silence. Oh, if he would only be hers entirely; not by poor surreptitious evasion but in fulness and in fact. He had understood her pause. "I'm good." she said with apparent carelessness. She found it difficult to keep her voice just on the casual note she wanted. he thought to himself: she's different from me, she's romantic. "You just don't trust yourself with me around." he said. "It seems a bit funny, we both always knew, but honest I hadn't realized you were beautiful." "You're a great kidder." Oh God, she asked herself, have I handled this right? leaning on the door jam his body in perfect chiaroscuro and an omniscient grin And the rest is history. ...

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Well here I am again waiting at the bus stop. Waiting for the bus into the city centre. Oh look there’s old Annie. Shotgun Annie they call her you don’t want to cross that old ******* (SHOUT) Annie You Old ******* where’s you ******* shotgun. You going to have a go at my kids again for playing football You ******* old ******* They call her shotgun because she a ******* psychopath. Oh look there’s Twit & **** always arguing, arguing about nothing (SHOUT) Alright Twit & **** They hate me calling them that. Twit is a Little woman who likes a drink A wears that stupid ******* bobby hat. I want rip off her ******* head. **** He’s a big fat **** a wooly back from the wirrall. Could do with a hair wash (SHOUT) Oy **** get your ******* hair washed you scruffy ******* I wish this ******* bus would hurry up. I better make sure I have got my pass because. I aint got any money. Where the **** is this ******* bus. Oh look there’s lanky if you lean on him you’ll cut yourself. What a skinny ******* it looks like he could do with a good feed. He wears those big thick bottle rimmed glasses. (SHOUT) Oy Lanky you specky ******* because you get two pairs of glasses for the price of one your not supposed to wear them at the same time you know. He got done once for fiddling the social. He Got Caught he was working has Bouncer at night and teaching Karate in the day and claiming sickness Benefit. It was on the news and in the papers The headline read Lanky. the Karate Kidder. Where is this ******* bus. Mind you I can’t talk I am Bald, Deaf, and totally ******* stupid. You know what **** it I’ll get the train.

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC

kellysavalas

Waiting For The Bus

Well here I am again waiting at the bus stop. Waiting for the bus into the city centre. Oh look there’s old Annie. Shotgun Annie they call her you don’t want to cross that old ******* (SHOUT) Annie You Old ******* where’s you ******* shotgun. You going to have a go at my kids again for playing football You ******* old ******* They call her shotgun because she a ******* psychopath. Oh look there’s Twit & **** always arguing, arguing about nothing (SHOUT) Alright Twit & **** They hate me calling them that. Twit is a Little woman who likes a drink A wears that stupid ******* bobby hat. I want rip off her ******* head. **** He’s a big fat **** a wooly back from the wirrall. Could do with a hair wash (SHOUT) Oy **** get your ******* hair washed you scruffy ******* I wish this ******* bus would hurry up. I better make sure I have got my pass because. I aint got any money. Where the **** is this ******* bus. Oh look there’s lanky if you lean on him you’ll cut yourself. What a skinny ******* it looks like he could do with a good feed. He wears those big thick bottle rimmed glasses. (SHOUT) Oy Lanky you specky ******* because you get two pairs of glasses for the price of one your not supposed to wear them at the same time you know. He got done once for fiddling the social. He Got Caught he was working has Bouncer at night and teaching Karate in the day and claiming sickness Benefit. It was on the news and in the papers The headline read Lanky. the Karate Kidder. Where is this ******* bus. Mind you I can’t talk I am Bald, Deaf, and totally ******* stupid. You know what **** it I’ll get the train.

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My heart is pounding I'm lost So good luck finding what I found Muscle and tissue I wish I can tear it Cause how I hustle pound after pound Brain and lyrics The lyrical rthyme is coming out my hair My problem is just that I cant scream that loud No wonder why I didn't see my father so proud Basically Not at all ..... Out of four years separated My brain became less educated To be educated Though i was motivated To paint a picture to my brother head of better placing But to teach my little brother Don't he need the education?? .... Okay then ..... Good house to Grandma house You talk smack, you get smacked out Is what I was raised in My inner talents is what help me cave in Mostly everything you try to put a page in .... I guess i'm talking to a mirror ...... Reflections can't help me reflect on how everything seem bitter Knowing everyone has a taste of demons and sinners You sinner beginners Making me think on how I went crazy For my squad and my best friend Sadie Like I'm over a hundred and thirty Hades From a kind heart that was known to be a kidder ... All in my mind was reality I remember

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Apr 19, 2017

Apr 19, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC

lil-k-1

I remember

My heart is pounding I'm lost So good luck finding what I found Muscle and tissue I wish I can tear it Cause how I hustle pound after pound Brain and lyrics The lyrical rthyme is coming out my hair My problem is just that I cant scream that loud No wonder why I didn't see my father so proud Basically Not at all ..... Out of four years separated My brain became less educated To be educated Though i was motivated To paint a picture to my brother head of better placing But to teach my little brother Don't he need the education?? .... Okay then ..... Good house to Grandma house You talk smack, you get smacked out Is what I was raised in My inner talents is what help me cave in Mostly everything you try to put a page in .... I guess i'm talking to a mirror ...... Reflections can't help me reflect on how everything seem bitter Knowing everyone has a taste of demons and sinners You sinner beginners Making me think on how I went crazy For my squad and my best friend Sadie Like I'm over a hundred and thirty Hades From a kind heart that was known to be a kidder ... All in my mind was reality I remember

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I try and convince myself it's fine. The problems ain't getting any bigger. Who are you trying to kidd. You kidder. You've got your finger pressed on the trigger. I'm the one holding the gun.? Go figure. As if you didn't already know. I could see the cracks beginning to show. You know there won't be nothing left soon. I presume. Nothing but your doom.

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Jul 17, 2019

Jul 17, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC

Missfit88

*SELF DESTRUCTION!

I try and convince myself it's fine. The problems ain't getting any bigger. Who are you trying to kidd. You kidder. You've got your finger pressed on the trigger. I'm the one holding the gun.? Go figure. As if you didn't already know. I could see the cracks beginning to show. You know there won't be nothing left soon. I presume. Nothing but your doom.

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