"kip" poems
shrek is beck
deck is smeck
get top decked by the kripp
or u wont get any dipp
slip slop
drip drop
kip kop
hippity hoppity hood
goes the clock
tick tock
the mouse ran up the wall
and died
rest in pizza
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
as soon as these blue speckled
socks go, that's it. A new bright black death.A solemn weir on a stark horizon.Give me a reason to wear color. My hueless affidavit
runs me into the Earth, where I sprout up
a pallid keb- brain orf'd, you could drag my etiolated ebon
body through the ovine fold or take me to the theater. When I was just a minor teg, I sheared my mim kip, I fuckinggave it to you outright. In this little
cote my wan mien nigrifying; my calamitous black, quaffed full of congou in demitasse, of souchong & saucers. My atrous wethered body albicantly degenerating in the atrous sun. I'm crusting over with wanness and you, you're fortifying in the cwm where I used to yaff and stray. Your ovivorous hunger,something I never knew, when first you came for my jecoral flesh, just another bot digging through my soft toison. Like Dall's Prometheus being sheared from the flock-you cut me away. In this drab and achromic world, you put the wanness in my flesh, the gid in my heart. Still.
Just these blue socks are left.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
Running on empty tiered for sleep my brain is fried my limbs now creak.
I went to bed or so I thought to get some kip and recharge my bones.
Well that wasn't how it ended up and my mind was racing with well "just stuff".
The stuff you just cant explain a film! What was the actors name?
A song, a tune stuck in my head another hour of wasted bed.
Then to try and top others all, the ghost of a child throwing a ball prolongs the nite in another's hall.
No dreams no peace, I'm withered now the body aches but won't shut down.
Tomorrow I guess it's panda eyes and heavy lids, I could cry !
I just want sleep it all to stop and please dear brain
"WILL YOU JUST TURN OFF!"
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 10:04 AM UTC
sleepy sleep
sleep in sleep in sleepy town
my eyes need wakey up
sleepy sleep my bed does call
me lids so glued there stuck
look at me at half past three
a hedge still in me hair
eyes so red a cameras light
saucers oh my dear
give me bed a silent night
cos sleepy snooze is me
time to snore and wake you up
me fidgits sleepy sleep
na na night its time for kip
me bed is calling me
clocking tick soon far away
a dream of dreams i see
rise and shine yet i need more
some sleep will do me good
bags of spuds upon each cheek
come on dont wake me up
sleepy in as sleepy does
im staying where i am
soon be dinner oh thats good
a lay in i'll be dammed
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
we kip through all the ****** on the news
i left the device on a radio channal
awoke to it burning up static and turned it off
silence as falcon overviews us
ultraviolet sight
looking for neon spots and trails of *****
markings that may betray the entrance of our dwelling
i put the kettle on
our voices are clayed
by our
confessing inner multitude
but they're recorded all the same
i pour a cup of tea
our pattern of submission
is signal tweaked
maintainance by murmers
****** thorough
through our glacial surrender
i take a sip
silence as
aided by the clear weather
a drone nips out its choice targets
we were not selected
neither us or any neighbour
but far away ;
a story heard on the device
Apr 7, 2022
Apr 7, 2022 at 6:24 PM UTC
Doris bought herself a bike when she were 93.
Thought a trip to John 'O'Groats, would keep her flying free.
Started off at Lands End, from there on she did wobble.
Rode past the tanker.
****** driver,what a ******
He nearly knocked her off.
She noted down his registration number.
Took it to the cop shop.
Wasn't feeling very happy, poor old darling needs a *****
Got back on her bike, to resume her hike.
The raindrops poured and granny snored.
Had a kip while on her bike, maybe Granny needed a trike.
Got as far as the corner shop.
She fancied a little nibble.
Noticed it was getting dark.
She checked out the sky.
Decided cycling was too hard work.
So off she went.
Decided to fly.
Grabbed her broomstick from the hallway.
Off she flew, up, up and away.
Wahey Doris.
Witch granny on an away-day.
(C)LIVVI 2014
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white
flowers ... in your poem you pour like a cup of coffee, Gabriel.
The slim girl whose voice was lost in the waves of flesh piled on her bones ... and
the woman who sold to many men and saw her ******* shrivel ... in two poems you
pour these like a cup of coffee, Francois.
The woman whose lips are a thread of scarlet, the woman whose feet take hold on
hell, the woman who turned to a memorial of salt looking at the lights of a
forgotten city ... in your affidavits, ancient Jews, you pour these like cups of
coffee.
The woman who took men as snakes take rabbits, a rag and a bone and a hank of
hair, she whose eyes called men to sea dreams and shark's teeth ... in a poem you
pour this like a cup of coffee, Kip.
Marching to the footlights in night robes with spots of blood, marching in white
sheets muffling the faces, marching with heads in the air they come back and
cough and cry and sneer:... in your poems, men, you pour these like cups of coffee.
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Jesus my savior and my strength,
As I walk through the shadow of the valley of death,
I shall fear no evil for you are with me,
My enemies will come with one intention,
Lord you will separate them and crush them,
Jesus you will turn their laughter into cries,
Jesus you will turn their celebrations into sorrow,
Jesus my savior and my armor,
Jesus you loved me and died for me,
For I will be saved, sanctified, restored, forgiven and above all healed,
I will forever put my trust in you,
My faith is stronger because I know you are with me,
You said in your word that you will always be there for me,
And lord you praise your promises more than your name,
All the world will perish but your word will remain because it is true,
God your omnipotent not limited by time,
God you’re the ALPHA and OMEGA the beginning and the end,
Your ways are beyond our thinking capacity,
Jesus you will go before us so we need not worry,
Jesus I praise your name and declare your Holly,
I thank you for saving me it’s not because I am special but it’s because you chose me,
Thank you for protecting my family and relatives,
Thank you for all that you have given us,
I glorify your name you alone should be exalted,
Jesus cursed are those who oppress orphans and widows,
Jesus you’re the father of orphans and husband to widows,
I lift your name high because it is a name above all other names,
Your holly Jesus and there is none like you,
I thank you Jesus for everything,
Jesus you will put my enemies to shame,
Jesus you will expose their wickedness for all to see,
Jesus my refuge in time of trouble,
Jesus I will kip you in my heart for eternity,
Sanctify my mind body spirit soul eyes ears and mouth,
So that I may testify that you are alone are to be worshiped,
No man or woman on earth can dare stand in your presence,
Jesus you’re the fire that consumes Jesus consume my enemies,
Consume them till there are no ashes left make them disappear,
If they come with fear Jesus strike back at them with your wrath,
All that fills this world will pass but your word will last,
Your holly Jesus thank you for loving me,
I glorify your name Messiah.
BY ISSAI
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
He says, “buckle up.”
I say, I AM A CAR CRASH
with silly puddy metal doors
and ****** hair and a hole
in my windshield and I am on fire.
In a bad way. You cannot tell me not to wreck myself because that’s what I do best.
I am thin ice on a popular lake.
I am an abandoned brick building and I welcome the momentum of a swinging pendulum ball.
Topple my structure,
I hold up nothing.
Knock me over, I have been empty for too long!
I am the combination of deep roots and wanderlust.
I am two colliding passenger trains in the middle of a tourist trap
that you never expected to visit this long. Long like 5 o’clock traffic amongst trainwrecks,
I am the obstacle and the road.
In my own bed and still wanting to go home
because he taught me how it is to really feel alone
like a 4am songbird
or an easter island cannibal.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
(Read in your best British accent)
Well what can’t I say
Of the so called Baylo Brits
Their weird, crazy, and wild
Smoking herb, and jiggling ****
They giggle and laugh
Acting all so very pip
They’re ****** wankas they are
Especially Fritz and Kip
Not from England
Though they do have a friend named Jack
Witty as hell the blokes really be
Its just sanity they seem to lack
First Hannah said **** off
She’s a lovely poppet of a girl
And all this first came about
As they passed around, a pearl
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
To Lucinda
There you stand in the door
And after all the fights we’ve been through
When the-you-know-what hit the you-know-where
You still can bear to look at me
I see the tears twinkle in your eyes
I see the hands on your hip
And I dread to think what you’ve got to face
They way you’re working over your top kip
You never shout, you just look disappointed
Your eyes say: ‘back down that stony road’
And now even though I hurt you
You helped pick your girlfriend up out of the road
Because there was a ****** old truck coming
She just broke down to bawl
And yet after all that
You’re a proud woman standing tall
You sit down on the bed next to me
And you speak ever so slightly
I feel your warm breath on me
In the cool of the Texas night
You say, ‘Oh Dan here we are again,
I thought we talked about this.’
She’s out there crying in the other room
You should know nothing goes amiss
And if I get caught in here you know
I’m going to be dead meat too’.
I apologise profusely, counting my blessings
You just look at me like you always do.
‘Now, you know I got to go console her
You know I’ve got to go and get supplies
Of tissues and Kleenex and toilet rolls
But please just give it time
Let everyone cool down, storms always blow over
It’s the only way a friendship can be saved
With that she left, back to the toilet a girl bereft
And as I heard the sobbing I know I’d take that to my grave.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 9:10 PM UTC
And now I sink.
A feeling of deeply drifting.
Wrapped in warmth.
In Hugs of love.
Am I on drugs.
No In a dream.
I always dream.
Love is but a mere fantasy.
Liquid sunshine beats on my window.
Yet again.
Perhaps a breath of fresh air.
A spot of cobweb extraction.
The feisty rain is lifting me.
Up from my drifting kip.
Before I sink again.
My eyes are closing now.
As a bud they're shutting tight!
Goodnight!
By ladylivvi1
© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
I Can right de way I want
Bcoz I tok de way I WANT
TeLL me I’m rong
I ekspress my fillings through poetry
I can rite about everything
Without feaR
Poetry daznt allow me to supress!
My FILLINGS
I no this is not kompellinG
With eras in my spelling
Don’t ASK mi y
Jast REED my eras
I’M taryard of yu piple
Traying to tell me wat to du
End wat’ not 2 du
Kontroling mi lyf
While yours is folling apart
Eye don’t really liv mi lyf
To pruve piple’s perseptions
.Write or rong
Abawt my lyf
Mind yo own business
End liv mi lyf alone
Kip quet and read Mi eras
BECOZ EVRYTIHNG I do
Is rong
Im eva rong to you
NoTHing beautifull;
Yu eva tell about me_
So suit yourself/
(End reeD mi erAs
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC
A "Barry Hodges" poem
I met this fat **** in a pub one day
Jesus, but she was a horrid sight,
She asked me if I was straight or gay
And would I like to kip with her that night?
I asked her how much she would cough
For a night of love with a chap like me
And the cow said I could **** right off
She wouldn't pay a copper coin for me.
It just shows even ugly ***** have their pride
And so there's hope for each and every one;
But if they won't pay cash for a good hard ride
They can go home and tweak their ***** alone.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
A burning sadness
Crept up from within me
Like the cigarette you just finished
Its smoke engulfed me.
We had the usual date.
“For old times sake,” you said.
Dinner at Applebee’s
And a movie at 42nd.
Interstellar was on the plate
Our first heavy movie together.
It mushed our already tired brains
But like always, we analyzed it after.
Remember Valentine’s at Kip’s Bay?
We watched the Lego Movie.
At one point our combined laughter
Was all that echoed throughout the theater.
But we’ve also ridden a Central Park carousel,
And ate bibimbap at 35th.
You’ve felt at home on my couch
While I fell asleep on your tummy at Brooklyn Bridge Park.
I have these and more to take with me.
And when you hugged me goodbye tonight,
This scorching flame burned brighter,
As you whispered into my ear, “I’ll miss you.”
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Cold hearted,
Iced blood,
These feelings of pain, come in like a flood.
Blue veins,
****** lips,
Take some more pills, go for a kip.
Visable rib cage,
Hunched back,
Skin and bones,
Smoke some crack.
Black eyes,
Bruised lies,
Smoking in chains to pass the time.
Winter comes,
Cold and ******
I sit here alone,
Waiting for you to come home.
Christmas arrives,
I wonder why,
You had to leave,
And no longer breathe.
So, I'll stay in bed all day,
Put the gifts away,
And remember the day,
That you said you'd stay.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
Cold hearted,
Iced blood,
These feelings of pain, come in like a flood.
Blue veins,
****** lips,
Take some more pills, go for a kip.
Visable rib cage,
Hunched back,
Skin and bones,
Smoke some crack.
Black eyes,
Bruised lies,
Smoking in chains to pass the time.
Winter comes,
Cold and ******
I sit here alone,
Waiting for you to come home.
Christmas arrives,
I wonder why,
You had to leave,
And no longer breathe.
So, I'll stay in bed all day,
Put the gifts away,
And remember the day,
That you said you'd stay.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
As I lay me down to sleep,
I cross my fingers, I count some sheep
But wait,
The silence blankets the room,
And I can't seem to catch z's
I want to break free
This insomnia is killing me.
Days go by,
Nights unfulfilled,
Dreams are intangible,
Hours are killed.
Images paint my mind,
Of days where I could rest my head,
Of nights in warm weather,
Of stars and clouds and us being together.
Draped across my mattress,
I find comfort underneath my sheets,
I find solitude in knowing
They shield me from my defeats.
Dysfunction sets in,
Thirty-six hours of deprivation takes toll,
Why can't I beat this?
Where did I lose control?
Self-medicated and starving,
My body seeks relief,
In hopes that one day,
I may finally fall asleep.
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 3:35 AM UTC
I've never believed.
I mean truly believed.
Not even
when you and I
sat through Sunday school,
but I'll admit
that there are worse things
then the possibility
of getting to see you again.
I'll see you there
if I get to go
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
You Are Not Alone*
Copyright © 2013
By Erika Whitmore
You are not alone
You will never be forgotten.
At the rising of the moon
Through the beams illuminating
Through the starlight reverberating,
Sonorous
Blissful angels weeping
O’er enchanting, echoed voices
… you resonate with me
Tones upon tones upon…
The stars… these ancient stars
Reflecting
In pools and rings…
…that beget rings that beget rings…
Never-ending
Flowing in, ebbing out
In all, in everything
That surrounds you, that’s in me
Blue-azure-and green jade tumbling water
It is so beautiful,
Beyond what words can speak.
…It is you.
Now nothing…
Quiet, falling snow of cotton
Dark and heavy heart
But you are not alone -
…and we are not apart.
And you will never…
Be forgotten.
~
(For My Beloved Ahira and Inspired by and written while listening to: “I Can Hear the Moon Rising,” “Rapture” and “Love Is Surrender” by Kip Mazuy on www.calm.com)
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
Gaza and Lily are up in the Rocket
Gaza’s barking out the orders
Right Lily
Under no circumstances touch that socket
Okay Gaza
It’s Sir to you
Now, I’m off for a kip
You’re on watch
Now skip
That’s not fair
A girl has to tong her hair
He’ll never know
Little tong and a blow
See, stupid prat
Oops, what’s that
The Rocket has stopped
Oh Sir Gaza
Think there’s a malfunction
We seem to be heading down the junction
You touched that socket
A black hole is taking my Rocket
In your dreams Gaza
I’m out of your orbit
You’ve done it Lily
It’s bust
God, you're obsessed
With getting me undressed
Put that back in your pocket
It’s my sprocket
Is that what they call it
I’m going down
Not on me
I finish at three
If I can get it back to warp five
We might get out of this alive
Are you talking about the Rocket
The socket
That thing in your pocket
The sprocket
Give me a hand
God, what don’t you understand
Take a cold shower
You’re not getting my flower
Is that the power
Oh Sir Gaza
I’m alive
You’ve taken me to a height that’s greater
Hold on a minute
Were you not wearing trousers
When we entered the Simulator
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Have no idea
what to really ink,
Having potpourri of emotions,
and perhaps piled up feelings too.
Have no path to walk on,
still turning on the lane of hope.
Words don't spill what I really wan't to,
nor does my silence.
Patience leads to bliss,
and days of halcyon moments.
Now, I'm waiting for a moment,
for someone to hark me,
understand me,
and never lets me go any wrong way.
I'm tired,
really tired,
yelling and calling help,
I'm losing hope,
It's time for me to kip.
It's time to bury all emotions,
feelings, yells, and patience too.
It's time to bury the corpse,
corpse of zilch demands!!!
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
Now every day is a challenge
A hard-hitting task to accomplish
Morning gives me a parcel of works
Evening ceases my cognizance from me
And night…
What to say?!
Takes away my kip.
But encounters are what makes life interesting
Appending them gives me pleasure
Overshadowing them gives me eternal happiness.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
What did I do with my glasses?
I had them a minute ago
They’re always disappearing
I don’t know where they go
My eyes don’t focus without them
Now that me youth has gone
One of the things I’ve learned is
You don’t stay young very long
I waste so much time just searching
Can anyone tell me where?
I could be being useful
Or having a kip in the chair
I asked my wife to help me
With a roll of her eyes she said
Try where your hair used to be dear
They’re on the top of your head
Jan 24, 2023
Jan 24, 2023 at 12:40 PM UTC
life is vaporous
life is sleep and within life vapour I take a slumber
limbered keen and nimble I kip travels
unraveling lumber
the annual rings a lolling carpet
life is but a pencil sharpener
at my shoulder
a nap sacked boulder
peppered quartz for schemes
as an investor in dreams
i am larval
mumbling some verse nonsense
gavel for gorge
clouted by The Greats
the knowers who silk spin
the freedom of sleep and the imagination
into rule and bard
the thirsty claws of the snared dream
the shared laws that barter with hurt
even as though we know ;
'ignorance is no excuse for the law'
seesaw
we ****** not forward with our 'self'
we have a trust of 'no confidence'
and an obedience to follow
i am some frown of traveller
and a knowledge trawler
self-made unaware
an incomplete idiot with a knot of care
life is sleep and within that sleep i take my life
and with it
any the fool that follows
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 9:46 AM UTC