"manny" poems
I am British,
But I don’t feel English.
I’ve lived in France for manny years,
But I don’t feel French.
I have traveled to different places,
I can’t seem to find my home.
The truth is,
I do know where it is.
It’s all around me,
Everywhere I go.
The world is my house.
We are all from the same place,
We are all worth the same.
Why does my nationality confines me?
Why does it define me?
To explore the rooms in my house,
I have to ask for permission to enter.
I can’t stay in my kitchen,
As I have be cooking for to long.
I can’t return to my garden,
As I have already been there twice.
I am waiting to see my living room,
But I am still being refused.
I am stuck in my bedroom,
But I want to change rooms.
Stop telling me to go back home.
This is my country,
This is your country,
This is our country.
We should all have the right,
Equally to explore our house,
Without being refused.
By
Coco 07
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
Anne is 97.
"Oy, the bones!"
Walking ain't easy
Sitting draws pain.
"I use a heating pad."
Her pink house is a shrine
with 2 T.V. altars.
"I'm so lucky."
Marilyn is 72.
"I ran my own modeling agency."
She orchestrates care,
for her mother Anne,
for husband Manny.
("He had a stroke.")
and for Debbie,
her daughter with M.S.
"WHO TOLD YOU SHE HAD M.S. ???!!!!"
screamed her text.
I pause, . . . . .
Volcanic fissures of paranoia erupt weekly.
(she's tired, living on that last nerve, Om..... I must forgive... forgive... forgive...).
"You did" I reply.
Anne,
Marilyn,
Manny,
and
Debbie.
And the pink house altars chanting.
Chanting greed.
Chanting wanna be, wanna more, wanna wanna om wanna wanna....
The kill-you-with-boredom soaps and talk shows blast from all T.V.s,
"ELLEN looks more like a man everyday, I like KATIE," she declares, as I quietly shut the door.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
To the one who hosts competitions…
Which ******* gave you the right?
I wouldn’t listen to your rules even if you paid me.
Nor would I let you tell me how I would write my poem.
I could write something totally not related to your competition and submit it.
Maybe I’ll **** your girlfriend and let you read about how it went.
She didn’t take your name when she came(just so you know)
Who said you could take such liberties?
I’m gonna bash your head in with an exhaust pipe
And when it dents and gains a sharp edge I’ll scrape your eye with it
Just one, because I want you to see…
You wanna host competitions, do ya? Meet my little match
Ever wondered how a lit match feels in your nostril?
If I sparked it and let the gunpowder catch flame in your nose, how wonderful would that feel?
Listen here Mr. you asked for this by hosting it… there’s no backing out now…
I still have a few things to run you over with.
**** umbrella? no splash guard? ugh… too messy…
Ah my favorite! the serpent’s tongue.
For that I’ll first have to break your jaw, then hold your tongue out
Then I’ll stretch your tongue out with clamps and slice it right down the middle
Such a fitting exercise. For you.
You have become what you really are.
I’ll leave your manny parts intact… I know how we are when It comes to those.
I will tell you though, you won’t be able to use em ever again… sorry about the irony.
Lets get down to business, shall we?
I hate you. You know why.
I’m gonna inject you with a pain enhancing serum.
Then I will administer XXXX XXX
It’s an ancient technique of entertaining someone.
Dating all the way back to almost 900 AD
It was banned, sadly, in the last century.
Anyway, you’re lucky I have knowledge of this
It won’t spoil our fun… lets start with the obvious places
Eye lids, lips, ears, finger tips, toes, arm pits, the ******* the wrists….etc….
You shouldn’t bother keeping count, that’s my job
But I highly doubt you’ll even live past number 233.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
I have been hurting for the past 3 months,
I have met someone new,
Her name is Molly,
She introduced herself to me and I took her in,
15 minutes passed and I felt a rush,
*** my knees are buckling as she is caressing me,
I never felt more alive...There is a surge of life that reincarnates me,
Instantley I am In Love...
As I talk to her she tells me everything is going to be ok, you are with me now,
I give into her and she gives me the willpower to carry on,
I tell her, "Molly I trust you, please give me the strength and will power to overcome any obstacle,
She says back, "Manny I will take care of you, carry on and live life with no regrets, you have me I will ALWAYS take care of you."
As I entrust in her I get goose pimples,
My face immediately chooses a different character,
This is the turn around for me and the beginning empire I will soon begin,
As I carry on I will never forget the day of my emotional turn around,
The Day that I met lovely Molly.
{RP}
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 6:18 AM UTC
found myself on a greyhound bus
travelin far from all that muss
them lonely hearts
them angry cops
them vacant eyes
them burned out shops
that dark cold city sure ain't pretty
too many jail cells
too many private hells
too many bloodshot mornings
too many deaf eared warnings
not enough to keep me here
not enough of that free beer
never enough dope to shoot
not enough in pirate loot
not enough warm pillow dreams
no thread left to sew my seams
not enough to keep believing
not enough...
i think i'm leaving
just too manny worn out souls
count my toes to count the holes
run down
on empty
gotta get my fill
lookin for another pint to spill
sippin on some stolen *****
i got nothin left to lose
sleepin under concrete bridges
shivering and cold as fridges
chipped teeth and blood stains on my shirt
Aww hell i'm fine
it didn't hurt
spare change for whiskey
root beer chase
and hopes to get between her lace
first kisses and them pretty lies
crumble into last goodbyes
the laughter fades
the raindrops burn
on open road the wheels turn
i got two thumbs
i'll level one
and i'll ride off into the sun...
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Manny Pacman won his fight
His 50+ year old fans stand and unite (in Macau because they are the only ones who can afford going there)
Mommy D with her rosary
Looking like she is summoning something
With the shrieks and roars she's committing
Its a good thing she didn't **** anything
The teen peeps in twitter tweeting about the fight
Hoping to get ten rt's or likes
Some are about winning
And others are more of the "internet type"
But who cares? A fight is a fight !
Manny Pacman is now relived
He prayed to God and thanked thee
Now suddenly he is stressed and in distress
Because he needs to think of songs for his upcoming concert
Here in the Philippines
Heroes and villains unite
Police and criminals have a drink
Kris and Boy make more chika
Because it is a bongga day to day
Cuz Manny won the fight
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
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"a dictum //
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A-diction
" down the rAbbit hole" in time,
a-room built off crystALs&&the orbs
again again again again as
thiss keps coming in in-blocks/compeletly-A-solatire-
/pristine in,here , itt-wass , inn rapture.as it
,is, now,was liked pretty muchh
the behemouth my mann , done /repeatdly,
all-corenrs
forr everr it isbent
everytime,everytthing tht i cann remember
a lott off withering / whineingg,
lott off talks just mi-alone
and this i remmember
"she" is the sheep she said
, drifting /at angles/only lonely
all the bigg/pretty pearls
forr manny many more pages to come
she says it polietly
that it delves deep some place ,here
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
Thomas, Edward, Percy, James,
There is a point, not random names,
Scarlet, Kevin, Stuart, Bob,
I've not gone insane, become a ****
Manny, Diego, Granny, Sid,
I've not gone hypo like some kid,
Twelve random names that mean great fun,
When watching telly with my son!
© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
Mucky self portraits of
Bacon strips,
Kraft-y singles
& expired Perrier,
reciting tales of DogMa,
tsk-ing at Eve
tsk-ing at Helen
tsk-ing at Mary
Sophia just wants to sit.
What's up, Gram-mere?
.... I'mma pun chew!
A dozen good guy Hermes and some, like, no.
This one takes shots like Jäger, ja,
this one takes shots like Manny Pacquiao, yo.
Doodling constellations and
Grandfathered teachings of How To Draw A Map -
a tangled thread of a quilt patch,
Ultimate Boon-doggle.
Wandering home in the papaya morning to catch
the light of a magnesium sky and birdsong.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
By staring
I make it blend
It disappears
Into a grey
Filler my brain
Creates to
Take its place
But the light
In the window
Gets stronger
Fills more corners
The birds get
More social
They flutter
And tweet about
Louder each minute
Footsteps on the ceiling
Flooded pipework
Sounds in the walls
The thoughts keep
Racing dude,
They don't disappear
Though they blend
Not quite grey but
Mad colors I guess
It's just my
Eyes having fun
When they're shut,
They have a ball
When they're open
Too, isn't it true
That "this
Whole life is
An hallucination?"
I mean I guess so
Maybe that's
Why it makes
No ******* sense
Or maybe that's
Why parents leave
Kids to die
And why
Wives get beat
Or dogs deprived
I'm fairly
Confident that those
Things aren't necessary
For us to survive
But who could
I be kidding
Without the ****
There's no growth
Fertilizer for humanity
Pieces of filth
That sow seeds of
Contempt within
The homogeneous
So they don't emulate
Living as a ****
I'm talking to you Manny,
You disgusting pile of
Maggot infested
Skunk guts
Rotting on
Hot tarmac
I can't wait for
The mac's tires
To splatter you.
So little and defenseless.
A monster, at best.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
in a rather expensive restaurant
6 people are seated at a table next to us
drunk and bored
fat and old.
"hey blondie," the blue haired thrice divorce widow asks jen,
"how's that hamburger taste?"
blue hair pops an oyster from its grey shell as manny laughs
but his sagging eyelids can't see daylight.
I light a cheap cigar and blow smoke their way.
someone coughs and I smile.
they plan funeral arrangements.
discuss burial vs cremation.
manny wants to be cremated
while blue hair wants to be buried.
they argue.
and when a waitress comes to pick up 6 empty shells
left on the white china plate
I turn to them and smile again.
they are envious
because
we are young.
later: much, much later
in the crack in the ceiling of time
seated at a table
i pluck an oyster
and leave an empty shell.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
The sun breaks through the fiery autumn leaves,
Grabbing them with it's manny rays of blinding lights,
The wind blows waving them furiously,
Creating kaleidoscopic shapes and colours on my greenhouse sky,
I pour some soothing steamy tea and fill myself with warmth,
The steam rises creating droplets of cool water that drizzles down towards the ledge,
The clouds form a tea *** within the dissolving sky.
I think to myself what autumn means to me.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
you feel lonely,
not at home,
don't know where home is,
but you aren't there,
there as in that place,
and reality falls,
your heart can't grasp it altogether,
but it's alright,
*** in the end,
you will find what's right,
like the rope being cut with a saw but the magnets try to meet and drill through the barrier anyways,
my art,
ones ****
ones destiny,
but can hurt many-goodnight manny
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
Tony was the alpo manny was the lil rich two dream chasers started off from **** manny got the links up tony did the hit ups before they knew it they were getting bread faster than a baker.
Tony was a man to his word if he said he gunna get ya then you better hide like a worm manny had a heart that wasnt so cold but he always had tony back because he was in for the gold.
Tony got the power he always wanted and manny got the money so he was always flaunting.
Tony loved his family but they werent his biggest fans mamma always chased em, sister loved em papa was never around tony shared his dreams with em but they werent interested manny on the other hand like the little sister they kept this a secret cause tony was trigger happy.
Tony made some bad deal left a ***** brain on the dash board his dealer wasnt happy so he sent down a hit on the lil alpo.
tony phone ring momma on the line have you seen your sister she ran off for the first time, tony send out a search reached his old mansion saw his sister with manny and couldnt believe his eyes he draw his gun and let it fly manny hit the ground tony started to cry.
the hit came fast within mins the house was surrounded tony grab his gun with the grenade launcher war was starting in the fight he felt like a god but little did he know he was being creeped up on one shot in his back let him fly he was literally in his own pool of blood his life wasnt long but he did what he wanted the life of tony was ignorant yet strong.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
Dear Diary,
Today he fought with dignity,
Ignoring his injury,
He didn't think of money,
But just the pride of his country.
I congrats you, Manny!
-A.M.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
he was lost but never knew. life existed with no clue of what to do just the same routine run around and find new things. all he knew was he liked to eat, but never knew what eating was just a good feeling of fullness when taking another life but no worry what is life besides him. he ran across the forest floor and only he could enjoy the soothing patter of his feet across the leafs. he never knew about the world no matter how much he explored he just saw it as reality. never knew who he was to others or what he was. i am me but only known as a feeling for words where not a learn-able traite. unaware of knowledge but does he mean to be unaware. what if knowledge is pain? what do we gain besides a pointlessness when we have knowledge i wish i could follow in his footsteps but i cant imagine it. id like to hear the patter of leaves under my feet and live in thoughtless serenity.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
If I was me which I'm sure I'm not
because somebody else got the body I've not got.
in any case
or in another case which is not the same
I am game for the game that is played
and I should really have stayed in the home
where the medics took care and never left me alone.
But I didn't
I wouldn't or else I couldn't have followed.
Manny Fandango
he's a poet you know
a philosopher too because that's what some poets do
so spoil yourself
read some of his stuff
Lord knows he's got enough of it
he'll tell you it's sh*t
but then
poets will say just anything.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
If I was me which I'm sure I'm not
because somebody else got the body I've not got.
in any case
or in another case which is not the same
I am game for the game that is played
and I should really have stayed in the home
where the medics took care and never left me alone.
But I didn't
I wouldn't or else I couldn't have followed.
Manny Fandango
he's a poet you know
a philosopher too because that's what some poets do
so spoil yourself
read some of his stuff
Lord knows he's got enough of it
he'll tell you it's sh*t
but then
poets will say just anything.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
The monkey chattered in my ears
his laughter became my tears.
A dry cackle that slipped through
each and every link that shackled me
and bound me to futility.
I called him Manny
mainly because it wasn't funny to give him a name at all
but strange things happen to those that fall beside the wayside.
There was no parable to make my life bearable
no miracles and no burning bush
the monkey pulled while I pushed or perhaps the other way round
until finally worn down to the ground
Manny decided it would be quicker to walk and bid me goodbye.
I wonder why I fed him for so long
right or wrong that's what I did
but now he's gone there's more for me
and I can see
that I am greedy too.
What is there left to do but fill my head
with thoughts of the living and of those that are dead
and decide into which category I fit.
To bite the bullet or take the bit
and cut one's cloth so it will fit
is the order of my day.
Manny's gone and I am on my way
hip hip hip
hooray.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
Nobody knows the real me
Nobody knows how many times I've rushed into my room and cried
How manny times I've lost hope
How many times I've been let down
Nobody knows the amount of tears
I've held back
Or how manny times I was really just about to snap but I don't just for the sake of others
Nobody knows the real me
and nobody will unless I do something about it
Nobody realizes that they give me an opportunity to feel free everyday
But I decline it saying "No No I am alright" or maybe "What?! don't worry I am fine"
Nobody knows how much I really need to run through a field of grass with somebody by my side
Somebody that knows
Well that's just too bad
because no body knows that I do want somebody to know.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
I FEEL I AM SO OLD,
MANY LIFVIES GONE BY,
MORE THAN WE'D EVER KNOWN,
NOW HOW MANNY WITHIN SOUL,
OR SOUL THAT CAN FEEL OLD,
HOW LONG LEFT BEFORE WE START TO,
AGAIN GROW OLD,
WERE DO I GO WHEN INBETWEEN OLD AN OLD,
WERE AM I , I DON'T KNOW.........
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 6:08 AM UTC
Surely, this one of saddest elegy
Of this our noble, plain country
O’er the death of our King of Comedy
Oh, my painful farewell, Tito Dolphy
Why did you leave us this so early?
For a great man like thee – early is eighty-three
We’re one before with idol Manny V.
Also along to PNoy sorry
But yours alone the grandest trophy
Kevin Cosme, bye bye family tree
Markova, sayonara honorable tsupee
Fr. Jejemon, mi ultimo adios to thee
Hahaha! Hehehe! Hihihi!
This thy dearest legacy
Shall not forsake the memory
Philippine media’s joyful mystery
Glorious accolades to eternity
Hope in heaven you again we see
In this hour of our nation’s melancholy
May now God’s angel’s hug thee tightly
Thank you for making Philippines happy.
-07/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
he was raised by a mother at the end of the line of
women who thought their sons did no wrong;
so he thoroughly enjoyed doing nothing wrong.
the rest of us envied him then,
no chores, more money in his pocket than any of us,
a sense he was never required to play by the rules that bound us,
he had no discipline because it did not apply to him
but you had to like him, he always smiled
and he always had a girl because he was the
one they were warned about and they all wanted
to tame him-they didn't know
you can't tame one who has too many carrots
and has never felt the stick
now we have spent our youth
those who invested it have treasure he'll never value
he spent his like the wind gets spent
and he has reaped exactly what he spent.
his knees are bowed, his hair a color not found in nature
and his chest has fallen so his belt has to hold it up
but you have to like him, he always smiles
and he always has a girl, though none of them
look the same as when we envied him
But he's still smiling.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Go
Flo
Rip
Lip
Wiggle
Tiggle
Smash
Dash
Groove
Move
Hup
Pup
Slide
Ide
Dive
Clive
Push
Nush
Tickle
Lickle
Love
Dove
Bounce
Ounce
Daz
Jazz
Big
Dig
Slip
Pip
Trip
Hip
Hop
Pop
Grind
Mind
Telly
Belly
Hell
Tell
Oz
Loz
Stone
Bone
Big
Wig
Tic
Nic
Danny
*****
Granny
Manny
Wimp
Imp
Rib
Dib
Dace
Mace
Lace
Race
Fire
Ire
Flat
Face
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC