Mcavoy poems on Hello Poetry

melli7 Dec 2015

Turtle he is a
turtle however he
is a hot turtle

#turtle #celebrities #jamesmcavoy

Name Redacted Aug 2015

I never met a storm I didn't like
I wish I could say the same for people
Though sometimes I think
They have as little control
Of what they destroy
As storms

I think I could love anyone,
that shared a mountain coast with me.
Those rocks and rivers and beachfront caves?
I feel like a pirate.

And I believe not caring what others think,
Is a coward's way to self-esteem.
You can't make everyone happy
That doesn't mean you shouldn't try.

I can seem cold
But what you're hearing
Is precision
It makes sense when you love words
And hate being misunderstood.

I hate when people argue to be right
Instead of understand
It's self-indulgent
And dehumanizing
And so very me.

I'm such a nerd I'd need another poem
to convey how much
But I think it will suffice to say
If you like
Will McAvoy
The Dragonborn
Charles Spurgeon
Vault Dwellers
or the Crystal Gems
We'll probably get along.

And lastly
I only wrote this poem
Because I hate not having an answer
To "tell me about yourself."

Christopher F Brown May 2015

I'm not trying to **** I'm trying to see you in 3D

Is it really this hard
to find people I can go back and forth in discussion with
about Buddhist and Hindu theology compared and contrasted against Christian and Yoruba

I want to scream and shout and dance with somebody over Janet Jackson's new album
and at the same time
feel the heat and talk with somebody about how extremely sad and depressing
but oh so good Giovanni's Room was

I want to be able to speak with somebody whom can quote Malcolm X and Kafka in the same breath

Somebody who could see the logic of Pac and Immortal Technique on the same piece
with the Budos Band or Mulatu on the back track

I want to know people whom know
just exactly who
Suki Lee and Bayard Rustin are

can we talk about Jacob Kinohoor's ***
at least for a moment
then get into some B.B. King or Johnny Cash

have you seen Dune
the one from the eighties
James McAvoy shirtless
as well as John Goodman’s acting
were only good things about the other
if you read it
even better

what about the ***** that sat by the door
Or
killer clowns from outer space

let's be shady and point out all the inaccuracies on the history and discovery and channels
praying for that day
that's not in February
They show Shaka Zulu in full
without commercial interruption

Or maybe a documentary about native American people
with actual native actors
that do not depict them all as either
plains people
Or Inuit
Cause you already know
not everybody is Eskimo

then let's put on our own private production of legally blonde
followed by encore presentations of the classic scene
Of Miss Celie and miss Ofelia going in over Harpo

can I discuss with you
how the Patriot act nullifies everything in constitution
And the bill of rights
even though they never were intended to be permanent any way

It would be nice to not have to explain a Corporatocracy

all my life Ive been into Egyptology
You do know that Imhotep was the actual founder of medicine
by a good 2000 years
not that Hippocrat

the thing is
I'm still learning

when attempt to delve that deeply into people
which I don't even consider that deep
They often misunderstand
They often concluded without thinking

maybe
just maybe

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

#not #im #**** #you #trying #to #see

Miguel Carmona III Dec 2021

Toy

I’m so hasbro makes you
Elated to see me belated to the TV
Cause when I come out
You jump like Geronimo
Head to toe until I need
Some double As just to go
Left out to dry
Then the next bereft post-adolescent
Who acts prepubescent to the crime so it’s just petty theft
Cause I’m back before 3, dropped off
Carefully but unsuccessfully fixed
Played with so much that regrettably
My Hue isn’t brisk
However that doesn’t stop the next
Wavering wrist that sees me as the Catalyst To there fantasy
I’m such a satirist just mimic what they do
An antagonist to myself
spilt In the middle McAvoy
Nightfall brings arms and legs missing
Doesn’t stop your mission
No matter the position
I’m forced to listen
Simplistic with you movements yet I’m congruent so you don’t feel the intent
That I wish you used me more then just to
Pitch a tent
Gears that squeak, cracks and scuffs that peek through plastic, paint bubbling on side chipping on the other, unique I am no longer
Until you ponder to pick me up, it’s midnight a light flicks on
You wipe the borders of my dull frame
Apply a new coat of paint
With a somber look
As this routine isn’t green but gray
More common then prayers on Sunday
Attach new limbs, you place me on a tray
To let the repairs stick, how I long for this moment every day.
Once back in optimum shape,
I can’t opt to miss
Thanking you from making me prime
So I become an auto thot for you
One more time
Whatever is on you pallet
hammer it out
I’m not against being a mallet
Cause you know I’m already
Your first round ballot
Once our matinee ends before dawn
Your out like there’s a package on the lawn
I wish I could just see you yawn
Too bad because it’s 12
Time for my first black swan

#love #pain

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