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aviisevil Oct 2014
NOTE: this is a surreal story I'm attempting to write in a disguise of a children's tale but progressively with a darker undertone to it, I want to create a magical but yet confusion world where things don't make sense and then try to decode it, I'm afraid I might lose interest once again if I don't get the motivation, inspiration and right amount of critics to guide me, thank you. ( beginnings are always boring but keep your eyes open)

'THE SOMEWHERE LAND'


{ prologue }

Mister Simons was an old man of eighty four,
A very peculiar personality-
Hung his own impending obituary by the blue door.
He was having these visions lately;
A fat man beating him with his own cane outside the local store,
He wondered if it was merely a dream or if that had happened before.
Quiet frankly, he didn't remember much about his past anymore.
It's fair to say it happens to most of us when we grow old.
He lived at the end of the street,
By a house that was burned to the ground when he was only four.
Some say it is haunted,
Others say ghosts don't exist in the age of modern science anymore.
Whatever the case is-
It's clear that mister Simons never had any problem with his neighbor.
Though one time he did complain about someone breaking his mirror-
But that's maybe the work of mischievous kids living down the street.
They always cause trouble for him with many ***** deeds,
That's why mister Simons respectfully filed a case against them-
But lost and could never make them leave.
There is also a rumored dog that lives in his house but no one has heard or seen him in a while.
Some speculate that he has died.
Though, mister Simons is sometimes caught buying dog food at the local grocery store,
The one's who think mister Simons dog is just an old fancy myth say-
It's him for who it is for.
That's a very nasty charge against mister Simons-
But no one can ever dare to ask him.
Only once in the neighborhood history someone tried to approach mister Simons,
But off-course, he didn't let him in.
Mister Simons has a few problems of his own,
A few plants have began to sprout out of his skin.
He has an allergy to flowers,
so he daily shaves them off from within.
Miss molly down the lane is the only one to have ever spoken to him-
And claims she saw him grin.
Some say it was just a trick of light-
Others have a more horrid view and claim she is lying,
And she'll go to hell for this sin.
Mister Simons father built that house around the time he was born,
No one's really sure of who he is because everyone came there after-
A construction company started building homes.
There are stories that unicorns and dinosaurs roamed the land-
They were on a friendly terms with mister Simons,
Since he was the only man-
But the construction company men killed them one by one and it was real ugly.
They said it doesn't makes up for an ideal place to raise a family.
Some say mister Simons retreated in the deepest corner inside of him-
After this tragedy.
Others say it's all a lie and there is no construction company in reality.
Those houses were made by little magical dwarfs,
Who have been cursed by the evil witch to provide comfortable homes to humanity.
She eats their babies if they don't comply with the curse-
So, they'll keep on building and serving humans till eternity.
It's a topic of much debate amongst the residents of this street,
No one is really sure of where the other end of their street leads.
It's barricaded by mister Simons house at one corner,
And the screaming lake at the other end.
The history of the lake is also as much in speculation as mister Simons himself.
Some say it was made by the tears of mister Simons,
As he watched the men slaughter his friends and couldn't help.
Others say it was made by the tears of mister Simons,
When he watched his father die in a drought with a thirst he couldn't quell.
One can hear the screams in the dead of every other night,
It is speculated by some that the screams are of the creatures killed by the men screaming still in fright.
It is very difficult to be precise about who is right,
But one thing is for sure-
The lake makes up for a very beautiful sight.


Chapter: 1 - introduction

[I will be your narrator for the rest of the story,
Guiding you through this wonderful adventure with all of its-
Heart-break and glory.]


--

Everything in somewhere land had always been a little strange as far as I could tell,
The lamp-posts by the streets seemed like they were carved out of trees but weren't exactly wood but something entirely else.
Every house except mister Simons house was a bit too pointy in my opinion and were smaller than the other houses I've ever had been in.
It rained everyday sharply at 3'o clock in the daytime and again 3'o clock in the night-time.
The strangest of all were the residents of this peculiar street,
There were ten houses, four of them on one side and four of them on the other side and then there was mister Simons house at the end of the street right next to the burned haunted house.

Mister Richard and misses Molly lived with their only son svain in the house with the placard no. 1 at the beginning of the street. Mister Richard was big and bulky with black hair and blue eyes, he had a very simple face - the kind you can't recognize when you haven't met that person for a long period of time. He was the manager at the local grocery store and proud owner of a brand new double rocket tractor.
Misses Molly too had black hair and blue eyes, she was even taller than her husband and very pale. She was a very beautiful lady with an aura of sophistication around her but was very polite. Oh.. And she didn't knew how to cook.
Svain was an 12 year old with black hair and blue eyes. he wasn't that tall but was skinny which made him look taller than he was. he always wore red color and was moderately popular in school. Some say it was due to the fact he could eat and swim at the same time, an ability passed down generation to generation in his family.

Grandma frey lived with her dog penny in the house with placard no. 2, she was sixty seven years old but looked even older because of a tragic life in which she had to raise twenty children
- one of her own, two from her husband's marriage before, three of her sister who died with her husband when they both ate the poisonous golden plant at the superficial forest, four more were adopted when she took a trip to afro-icca, five more were adopted from a church in some other part of the world when she came across their 'take-a-child and help-the-lord' campaign. She also raised six of her children's - children but sadly one of them died when it tried to sing and eat at the same time.


Mister and misses Hailey lived in the house with placard no. 3. They were a family of four completed by their son owkwarld and daughter shinying. Owkwarld was fourteen and was speculated to be a bully at the local school, he was big and fat like all the other bullies ever lived and maintained his diet by stolen lunches. He had blonde hair and dark eyes with some freckles around his nose and always wore a cap no matter how windy it was. Shinying was eleven and tiny and cute and caring. She cared for everyone and was ready to help anyone in need. She too had blonde hair and blue eyes but a milky smooth complexion and always wore a smile on her face no matter how windy it could get. She was also a thief when it came to shiny things.


Mister bubbles and misses soapy lived in the house with placard no. 4, they pretty much kept to themselves. They had no social lives as of yet because they had no children and children are must to have a decent social lives in somewhere land unless you are old, dying or out-going and friendly.


Uncle paperazi lived in the house with the placard no. 5, he had white hair and a white beard, he was thin and always wore a black lab coat. He always kept to himself and made things made of paper - like paper beds and paper tables, paper cushions and paper toothbrushes. He couldn't sell a single item all of these years because they came with no guarantee or warranty whatsoever.


Darc and Ulla were the latest residents of the house with placard no. Six, they moved in after the yolo family left after feeling they weren't really important. Darc was tall and Ulla was short, Darc wore a smile and Ulla wore a frown. Darc had a job and Ulla stayed at home. Darc ate the food and Ulla cooked the food. Darc made jokes and Ulla washed the clothes. Darc was a man and Ulla was a woman.


Cofeetea and barcandy moved to the house with placard no. 7 around the time 'Dracula' was released all across the country with much hype and was proved to be a disaster. Cofeetea was sweet and barcandy even sweeter though the excess of them could really make anyone dizzy.


Dhornie - a singleton, lived by herself in the house with placard no. 8 for a long time now, she was a middle-aged twenty nine year old woman who had moved to the street when she was only eighteen to find the one true love of her life, some say she has a crush on Dracula
Notes (optional)
Chris Oct 2018
Mister White sends his kids to school.
Mister Black keeps his kids at home.
Mister Grey ponders if he's just a fool.
"Calm down and let go" says mister White.
"Hold on to remember" says mister Black.
"But he stole me of life!" says mister Grey.

Mister White, being calm and just tells mister Grey,
"Karma can carry you to victory, be fair to him and you'll be fine."
Mister Black, never seeing eye to eye with mister White tells him,
"If you let time take it's course, you'll never get anywhere in life, take action and make haste."
Mister Grey, not knowing what to say replies,
"Mister White, mister Black, thanks to you both, but Karma can take a life and rushing causes recklessness."
Mister White ponders his thought and says to him,
"That may be true, but if we take action we can endanger the lives of the innocent."
Mister Black lets the idea roll around in his head before saying,
"You may be right, however, if we don't do something we allow them to continue with their crimes."
Mister Grey seeing there's no right or wrong wonders,
"If I were younger would I be more like mister Black? If I had concept of time would I be more like mister White?"
Mister Grey chews on this idea, spitting out the truth, mister Grey leaves.
I don't really know i was throwing around the idea of making a poem about a man named "Mister White" and "Mister Black" about how they disagreed then throwing in mister grey at the end to show a regular persons view on the two radicals of life. But i don't know, let me know what you think.

I want criticism not appraisal.




Hanging...
KASHA above...
Valley of FIRE below...
Holding the deadly Python...
Poisonous stinging honey bees...
And
Tongue unable to lick sweet honey...

What does the Mister MAN do...?



(Flashback)

Mister 'MAN
Born... walking... learning...
Running... chasing... jumping...

Blinded by joy and power
Accumulates knowledge,
wealth and deeds
Chases life & success
Like a dead-man-walking

At that moment
He realizes a "KASHA"#
is following him

And the Mister Man
Is scared, fearful...

Keeps on running
Faster. and faster...
He does not want to
be caught by the KASHA

He is in front chasing
Dreams and ambitions
KASHA is chasing behind him

Until...
He reaches an edge of life...
- The valley of FIRE

To save himself from KASHA
Mister MAN jumps off the cliff

He rolls, tumbles, slides and falls
Until he is stuck in a tree-bush
And holds a dried branch
And hangs on...

Hanging...
He sees the KASHA above
And valley of fire below


A small sparrow flies,
Comes and sits on that branch
The weight of the sparrow
breaks the dried branch and
Mister MAN falls down again

Yet again...
He catches hold of another branch

Hanging...
He sees the KASHA above
And valley of fire below


That time he realizes that
The branch he is holding
Is nothing but
A thick BIG brown python
Woken up to its prey
Prey- of course
Our Mister MAN

Hanging...
He sees the KASHA above
And valley of fire below
Holding the deadly python
That is ready to devour him


He can't leave the python
He can't climb up
He does not want to fall down
In the valley of fire
He is scared, fearing the worst

The awakened python slides
And brushes its tail
On a honeycomb above him

Thousands of honey bees
Start flying all around
Our Mister MAN

Hanging...
KASHA above
Valley of FIRE below
Holding the Python
That is about to devour him
And the honey bees
Buzzing, stinging poison in him


At that very moment
A BIG fresh sweet drop
of LOVE honey
Falls and sticks near
Mister MAN's mustache
Above his upper lips

What MISTER MAN should do with
That BIG DROP OF
Sweet, irresistible
nectar, fragrant,
Fresh Honey?

Amidst four ways to die
The Mister MAN tells himself:
"To hell with the KASHA
**** the valley of fire!
Forget the deadly python and
Who cares for poisonous stings?
Let me at least
'Live the moment'
And lick the drop of honey
Before dying..."


Mister MAN opens his mouth
And wags his tongue out
Tries to reach that
BIG DROP of honey
To lick its sweetness

Sadly, the tongue
does not reach the
BIG  drop of honey

How to cherish LOVE?

Hanging...
KASHA above
Valley of FIRE below
Holding the deadly Python
Poisonous stinging honey bees
Tongue unable to lick sweet honey


That's the fate of Our MISTER MAN...



# KASHA: is a Japanese supernatural monster
That steals the corpses of those who have died
As the result of accumulating evil deeds
Hank Love Sep 2020
This is a musical number i wrote for a scene  on a play i am writing titled Mister Gates and the Return From Nowhere. In this scene Mister Gates is being followed home by bums.


BUMS:
It's a cruel, dull life
In the slums, (In the slums)
Considered by the village
We are bums, (we are bums!)

You have silken sheets
And warm feather beds
We have city streets
With a rock to lay our heads!

(TO MISTER GATES)

Please, Mister! Please!
Could you spare a moment of your time?
A portion of your love
Indeed Could make a world so fine!
Please, Mister, Please!

Mister Gates:
I work all day,
To the common man I'm a slave!
And yet the people here
Expect me to give it all away!

Bums:
Think about the children,
Do you have any of your own?
Winter's here again at last
And we are forced to roam!

Our stomachs all are empty,
But our dreams they are full
We are down to our last shilling
A life of a *** is absolutely cruel!

Please, Mister! Please!
Could you spare? Be so kind!
A portion of your copper
Would feed their children and mine!
Please, Mister Please!

Mister Gates:
Senseless lot!

Bums:
Mister, please show some heart!

Mister Gates:
Filthy slobs!

Bums:
By the rest of the world, forgot!

Mister Gates:
Dreadful sobs!

Bums:
We haven't got alot!

Mister Gates:
Why don't you get a job!

Bums:
Please, Mister! Please!

Mister Gates:
I tell you, I will not! GOOD DAY!

(Door slams)
Dev Jun 2018
mister mister
lonely heart
always chasing
a brand new start

mister mister
hot and cold
always doing
what you're told

mister mister
turn away
always pretending
that you're okay

mister mister
trust in me
I promise you
I can set you free.
weird little thing
Arturo Delgado Jan 2013
Mister

I saw you right babe
How come you keep on starring...
Listen right here babe
It's no wonder it's daring...
You look way too young to be here
I can almost see it in fear
You can come for some fun yea
I need time to think...
Did You say that you turned eighteen
I'm three years older cant you see?
Maybe were meant to be
Hey!

Girl you can call me mister
I 'll be your only mister
I'll strip and be your mister
Have *** cause I'm your mister
call me mister
Make love I'll be your mister
I know you want this mister
Be good I'll give you mister

How do you feel about
Going out with me...
Grab you by your mouth
Ill kiss you gently...
Am I just your boy toy at night
So secret but it feels right
You're not allowed to date guys
Who are much older...
You told me that you turned eighteen
You're an adult why can't you see?
Maybe we're meant to be
Hey!
Eman Aug 2014
Mister rabbit, how do you do ?
Mister rabbit, I took a habit from you
Mister rabbit, I made a friend
Mister rabbit, I left him dead
Mister rabbit, He was always true
Mister rabbit, the news shouldn't leak
Mister rabbit, you must not speak
Mister rabbit, remember I killed who
Mister rabbit, you're my friend too
A habit from Mr. rabbit.
Sometimes I ruin friendships I value.
(Self-sabotage)
"Existence is but a deception," thinks Mister Sen,
"a ***** little lie, a junkyard of loss created by all men."
With cellophane dreams in restless hearts,
Mister Sen contemplates "to- comprehend, this or that."
"But everything is as zero as good,
and all are as one as bad."
Mister Sen thinks to himself, "I ain't no ***** little rat..."

Thus he walked out, and right on to the door, and,
With fancy biggy dreams,
stopped once or maybe twice to check out the store,
A store of books which sold fiction and all those upon a time, just at once,
Mister Sen, therein and herein, thought of having a slightly furtive glance.

He has read a lot of Sartre, Beauvoir, and Gilles,
He has read of Toni Morrison, The bluest eye,
But he has never read of himself on any given day,
He has never read of himself within any story to say.

Thus Mister Sen thought to himself-
"I am all old and a bit too shy to be told, maybe...
In any drama or an in any such way, to be too fictitiously wavy,
Existence is but a deception, and a ***** little lie,
Even in fiction and philosophy, I Don't have any right to look
around with my eye,
Why won't I have a chance to say any goodbye?"

He walked home, all cold and tired, and all,
With nothing in the world which seemed to be so good as true,
Mister Sen but never thought of himself,
That he was a story, combined to form a million things, untrue.

Mister Sen, Well this one's for you!
"It was all in the cold winter air,
Where all the answers blew, They were all really blue,
Dreamy And wavy like scented flowers at night and bright,
Bright as white and pearly glow,
Mister Sen They were all really blue,
To be honest at heart, they were, Meant to be only for you."

Mister Sen,  this one is for you!

It was all in the cold winter air,
Where all the answers blew
Zach Abler May 2014
Mister Mumble Plight in vain ironed his tie dry-cleaned his hankie several hundred times spent his life eating his three hundred dollar caviar from his three hundred dollar caviar jar

As he goes out on a world that expects nothing of him than  expectations from him for as loong as he remembers opens his anti-UV umbrella on a fake sunny morning Mister Mumble Plight

Mister Mumble Plight on his quest to do everything right
All deeds done correct I just wish it follows the rest
Mister Mumble Plight

Mister Mumble Plight don't fail us now cuz the earth stood still as it gave us your frown please cover your stab wounds Mister Mumble Plight

Mister Mumble Plight homebound again his bag bound full of paper and knitted tie on a fake programed day lurks fake programed rain

On his bag hung the Awkward Arachnid with limbs shihivering cold evidently bearing a burden twelve years old
"But Miss Awkward my hands won't be of any help" Plight plead "but a trade-in is not what I acquire but it is to lead these feet into paradise, Mister Mumble Plight"

As the spider walk towards the end of the tunnel Mumble's steps involuntarily forward and as the blur clears out flowery patterns of bluets and daisies Mumble blabbered as his eyes never thought it sees to see the day.
Written for spoken word act 'Or Are We?' with co-founder James David Pedida.
Big Virge Aug 2021
Mister Compromise...
Is A... STRANGE Old Guy... ?

Cos' He's Prone And Known...
To Compromise His Life...
So That He Can... SHINE... !!!
And Be The Type Who BUYS...
A Nice... " Trophy Wife "... !!!

Which Goes To SHOW …
That He AIN'T NO JOKE... !!!
And Can Get You IN Some …
… Pretty DEEP Holes... !!!

He'll Get You... " The Role "...
of A Soul Who'll SELL …
Himself For WEALTH...
So He CLEARLY Moves …
Through Women TOO... !!!!!

How Many Spread Thighs...
To Get Contracts SIGNED...
So That They Can …
… ” HEADLINE "... !!!

Is THAT... " Compromise "... ?!?
Or Just Being... WISE... ?!?
To USE What You've Got...
To Get You To The TOP... !!!

You See Boxers DROP...
As DO Those THONGS... !!!
So That... Mister Compromise...
Gets HIMSELF... TOP SPOT... !!!!!!!

Cos' His Number ONE Song...
Makes ***** ROCK STRONG... !!!!

That's Just A JOKE But Hendrix KNOWS...
Compromise Can FILL MORE Than Your Nose... !!!!!

Is Taking DRUGS …
Compromising Stuff... ?!?

Well If You LACK Control …
MANY Heads Have SHOWN...
That Drugs WILL Compromise …
If You Have A... " Weak Mind "...

ONLY The STRONG Survive …
EXCEPT... " Mister Compromise "... !!!!!

He's Weak To ME …
But STILL Succeeds...
Because He Sneaks …
And Creeps With Peeps'...
Who Fulfil Dreams By …
… ANY MEANS... !!!

Compromise AGAIN...
UNASHAMED To GAIN By …
… DEVIANT Ways...
Cos' Mister Compromise …
AIN'T About Playing Straight... !!!

He's As STRAIGHT As...
… “ MISTER BENT "... !!!

His VERY CLOSE Friend... !!!
Who's Willing To BEND …
Again And AGAIN... !!!

Do You Get What I'm SAYING... !?!
... I'M NOT Sure I DO... !?!?!

Cos' I Compromise TOO …
Every Once In A While... !!!
But CHOOSE To Profile …
An UNCOMPROMISING Manner... !!!
Somewhat Like Dr. Banner …
Or THOR With His HAMMER... !!!

DON'T Make Me Compromise …
And We'll Be … Just Fine... !!!

But MESSING With My Karma...
Means I HAVE To Call... " WAKANDA' "... !!!

And Take It Back To PANTHERS... !!!
BLACK And STRONG Like Handlers...
Who PROVE That Compromise …
Can Lead To CERTAIN Ties...
That KEEP YOU... "WELL PROTECTED !"...

Or Maybe Just INFECTED... !!!

By THOSE Who KNOW …
How Mister Compromise Rolls...
He Loves A GOOD TIME …
If The Price Is RIGHT... !!!!!!!

Whether MALE Or FELINE...
Mister Compromise …
WILL FALL IN LINE... !!!

And DO What It Takes...
NO Shame NO Game …
Is The Way They PLAY...

I DUNNO These Days …
Where The Guidelines Lay... !?!
Cos' They Seem MISPLACED …
And Now HAPPILY......... Stray.........

Which IS A SHAME And IS A FACT...
... What's Up With THAT... ?!?

People Have Done …
Some CRAZY Stuff... !!!
To PROVE That They're TOUGH …
Or To Get To Number ONE... !!!!!

Because Mister Compromise...
Can Make You Succumb To Being UNWISE...
And PULLING DUMD Stunts.... !!!!!

Which Brings Me BACK …
To The Question I Had.....

Do You Think It's WISE...
Daytime Or Night …
To Be … FORTHRIGHT... ?!?

Or Is It WISER To... " dIsGUise "...
What You... " REALLY Feel Inside "... !!!

And To Just Be Like...

... " Mister Compromise "...
It can be a dangerous vibe, that rolls with ... " Compromise " ... !!!
Big Virge May 2020
Mister Compromise ...
Is A ... STRANGE Old Guy ... ?

Cos' He's Prone And Known ...
To Compromise His Life …
So That He Can SHINE ...
And Be The Type Who BUYS …
A NICE … TROPHY Wife … !!!

Which Goes To SHOW That He AIN'T NO JOKE ... !!!
And Can Get You IN Some Pretty DEEP Holes ... !!!

He'll Get You ... " The Role " ...
of A Soul Who'll SELL Himself For WEALTH ...
So He CLEARLY Moves Through Women TOO ... !!!!!

How Many Spread Thighs ...
To Get Contracts SIGNED ...
So That They Can ... " HEADLINE " ... !!!

Is THAT ... " Compromise " ... ?!?
Or Just Being ... WISE ... ?!?
To USE What You've Got ...
To Get You To The TOP ... !!!

You See Boxers DROP ...
As DO Those THONGS ... !!!
So That ... Mister Compromise ...
Gets HIMSELF ... TOP SPOT ... !!!!!!!

Cos' His Number ONE Song ...
Makes ***** ROCK STRONG ... !!!!

That's Just A JOKE But Hendrix KNOWS ...
Compromise Can FILL MORE Than Your Nose ... !!!!!

Is Taking DRUGS Compromising Stuff ... ?!?

Well If You LACK Control …
MANY Heads Have SHOWN ...
That Drugs WILL Compromise …
If You Have A ... " Weak Mind " ...

ONLY The STRONG Survive …
EXCEPT ... " Mister Compromise " ... !!!!!

He's Weak To ME But STILL Succeeds ...
Because He Sneaks And Creeps With Peeps' ...
Who Fulfil Dreams By ... ANY MEANS ... !!!

Compromise AGAIN ...
UNASHAMED To GAIN By DEVIANT Ways ...
Cos' Mister Compromise AIN'T About Playing Straight ... !!!

He's As STRAIGHT As ... " MISTER BENT " ... !!!

His VERY CLOSE Friend ... !!!
Who's Willing To BEND Again And AGAIN ... !!!

Do You Get What I'm SAYING ... !?!
... I'M NOT Sure I DO ... !?!?!

Cos' I Compromise TOO …
Every Once In A While ... !!!
But CHOOSE To Profile …
An UNCOMPROMISING Manner ... !!!
Somewhat Like Dr. Banner …
Or THOR With His HAMMER ... !!!

DON'T Make Me Compromise …
And We'll Be … Just Fine ...

But MESSING With My Karma ...
Means I HAVE To Call ... " WAKANDA' " ... !!!

And Take It Back To ... PANTHERS ... !!!
BLACK And STRONG Like ... " Handlers " ...
Who PROVE That Compromise …
Can Lead To CERTAIN Ties ...
That KEEP YOU ... " WELL PROTECTED ! " ...

Or Maybe Just INFECTED ... !!!

By THOSE Who KNOW …
How Mister Compromise Rolls ...
He Loves A GOOD TIME …
If The Price Is RIGHT ... !!!!!!!

Whether MALE Or FELINE ...
Mister Compromise WILL ... FALL IN LINE ... !!!

And DO What It Takes ...
NO Shame NO Game Is The Way They PLAY ...

I DUNNO These Days …
Where The Guidelines Lay ... !?!
Cos' They Seem MISPLACED …
And Now HAPPILY ......... Stray .........

Which IS A SHAME And IS A FACT ...
... What's Up With THAT ... ?!?

People Have Done Some CRAZY Stuff ... !!!
To PROVE That They're TOUGH …
Or To Get To … Number ONE ... !!!!!

Because Mister Compromise ...
Can Make You Succumb To Being UNWISE ...
And PULLING .... DUMB Stunts .... !!!!!

Which Brings Me BACK To The Question I Had .....

Do You Think It's WISE ...
Daytime Or Night To Be FORTHRIGHT ... ?!?

Or Is It WISER To ... " dIsGUise " ...
What You ... " REALLY Feel Inside " ... !!!

And To Just Be Like ...

... " Mister Compromise " ...
It can be a dangerous vibe, that rolls with ... " Compromise " ... !!!
Z Feb 2019
24
Mister Clown, mister Funny
Mister Always has some money
Why aren’t you joking today
Mister i’m always okay
i’m okay, okay

On my tiptoes like it’s ballet
It’s second best we call that Park Place
and i’m blue, blue, blue
Ya know me well i’m mister cliché
Trade my years for smokes and ashtrays
Time just flew, flew, flew
Here’s some candles, it’s happy birthday
Here’s some camels, TGI Friday
TGI Jesus, TGI Nietzsche
it’s NTK it’s TLA, that’s AKA
redundancy
It’s subtlety and puppetry,
it’s how you got the best of me
you pull the ground from under me
for me to fall and i just do, do, do

Mister Clown, mister Funny
Mister Always has some money
Why aren’t you joking today
Mister i’m always okay
i’m okay, okay
aviisevil Jan 2014
'Mister' rage is killing
'Mister' hatred making us numb and cold ,
'Mister' fear is creeping in our minds
Mister pain is on a roll
Where are you 'mister' peace ?
we're breaking under the load
bring along 'mister' calm there are stories to be told ,
Its been a long time and the world's ****** up
'mister' love , will you please stand up ?!
walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, who is that man?
You try so hard
But you dont understand
Just what youll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, is this where it is?
And somebody points to you and says
Its his
And you say, whats mine?
And somebody else says, where what is?
And you say, oh my god
Am I here all alone?

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, how does it feel
To be such a freak?
And you say, impossible
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

Youve been with the professors
And theyve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
Youve been through all of
F. scott fitzgeralds books
Youre very well read
Its well known

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Now you see this one-eyed ******
Shouting the word now
And you say, for what reason?
And he says, how?
And you say, what does this mean?
And he screams back, youre a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?
Malia Jan 2020
Mister Mister over there
You burn holes with that stare
From a smolder to ice cold,
Your eyes are haunting, beautiful, and bold.

Mister Mister come over here
Moth to a fire, painful sear.
I’ve always wanted what I can’t have,
Is it so good if it’s so bad?

Mister Mister seems you have made
A 1000 words I have to say,
What drama may ensue
Ever since I’ve noticed you.
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
Miss me
Missed me
Now you've got to kiss me.
If you kiss me mister,
I might tell my sister.

If I tell her,
she might tell my mother
and my mother,
she might tell my father

and my father,
he won't be too happy,
he'll have to come up from the city,
And then we both can't be happy,
so I wouldn't miss me,
if you get me, mister see?

Missed me,
miss me now,
If you kiss me,
you must think I'm pretty.

If you think so,
you must want to **** me.
If you **** me,
it must mean you love me.
If you love me,
you would never leave me

it's as simple as can be!
So Mister, now you've got to kiss me.
If you miss me, mister,
why do you keep leaving me?

if you trick me,
I will make you suffer,
and they'll get you,
mister,

put you in the slammer
and forget you,
then you'll miss me won't you,
miss me?

Missed me, missed me,
now you've got no chance to kiss me.
if you kissed me,
mister, take responsibility.

I'm fragile,
mister, just like any girl would be
so misunderstood
so treat me good,
so treat me delicately.

Missed...
now you've gone and done it,
hope you're happy in the county penitentiary
it serves you right for kissing little girls,

but I will visit,
if you miss me.
Say you miss me!

How's the food?
they "feed" you?

Do you miss me?
Will you kiss me,
through the window?

Will they ever let you go?
I miss you mister,
so....
I stole these words from the song Miss Me by the Dresden Dolls, ill post a link to hear the song and to read the actual words, the song can be inturperated many ways, mainly its made to be told as the dads friend or family friend is ****** this little girl, but later on she still love him. but the girl is bi polar though the whole song, so I made it as if she was dating an older man, kept it hidden from her parents, he broke her heart, and got him locked up. I felt I did justice to the song. I hope you like it. x.x its kinda creepy with the piano background. https://youtu.be/16lzIa-CQi8
Reilly Cole Oct 2013
Time To Meet My Seven Other Selves...

With Me, Everything Is Happy, Joyful And Fun
But, Then Again, Me? Not The Only One
There Are More Than Me, There's Myself
Myself? Not Such A Happy Chappy

Myself Is A Depressed, Sad, Sorry Excuse For Split Personality
There Is Also Him, Him Thinks Logically, And Has Not One Other Emotion
Him, Is Deadly Cold, Not Meaning To Be, Its Just How Him Works
And What About He, He Is Very Violent, Angry, Full Of Ferocious Rage
He Isn't Angry At Any Particular Thing, He Is Kind Of Just Angry At Everything

Have You Heard Of Mr, Mr Is Alittle Different, Just Alot Crazy, Inverted And Insane
Mr's Thought Patterns Are What You Wouldn't Call Sane, He Is Unusual
Mr Should Be In A Mental Institute, If Only, Mr Is At Odds With Him, The Logical Thinker
And Best Buddies With Mister, Mister Is A Kind, Caring, Down To Earth, Lovely Personality
Mister Makes Everyone Feel Wanted, Mister Makes People Feel Special, Wanted.

Now Master, Not Exactly Happy, Nor Sad, Nor Angry, Logical, Insane, Or Kind.
Master Is Kind Of A Meeting Ground For All The Other Personalities. A Mixture Of Them All
But At The Same Time, None Of Them, I Guess Master Is The Most Normal Of The Seven
The Common Controller. It Takes Alot To Bring The Others Out, Except Mr, Mr Shows As Much As Master

So Now You Know, Do You Think I Need Help.
Master Doesn't, Mister Does, Mr Doesn't Want To, He Is Angry At The Mere Suggestion Of It, Him Thinks It's The Logical Thing To Do, Myself Is Too Sad To Do Anything, And Me Is Too Happy To Need Help.

Not One Of Them Asked I, The One Who Sits Back Watching The Other Seven, Never In Control, But Always Watching.

Do I Want Help??

Do I??
Jude kyrie Nov 2016
Mister Sunshine
Makes me drink wine
Makes me feel fine
When I'm way down low.

Mister Sunshine
Makes the words rhyme
When he knows the tune
Is sad

He don't take much
He don't  make much
But Ahhhhh
To be such a man as he
He walks so pure
Between the sky and sea.

Mister Sunshine
He don't take much
He dont make much
But Ahhhhh
To be such a man as he
And walk so pure
Between the sky and sea
Mister Sunshine
Mister Suhshjne
Ahhhhh
Mister Sunshine
mj cusson Nov 2012
Dear Mister Splee, I have a story for thee.
A man of humble attire, went fo’ a walk on a dull wire.
Skilled he kept balance, with nothing but a lance.
With a great long stride, he made it to the other side.

Back he went from one side to the other,
he grabbed nineteen polar bears and a ladder.
He carried them across just for fun.
Amazingly it was all at once not one by one.

The whole audience,awed with just a glance,
While monkeys surrounded and began to dance.
He dropped the ladder down, until it reached ground.
And the monkeys climbed up, pouring tea in a cup.

The polar bears climbed down with elegant ease.
I swear one of them sneezed.
But skilled he kept them balance, with nothing but a lance.
The acrobats were on the trapeze, they looked humbly appeased.



Thirty elephants all whiny and giddy.
Climbed the ladder all silly nilly.
Rhinos and Tigers performed ballet.
I hope you might get to see their performance someday.

The monkeys now on tightrope now hung,
By their tails they now flung.
The humble man on tightrope did sat,
collecting the teacups into his hat.

The elephants dove from the top,
into a pool, splish, splish, splop! splop!
O how I wish fo’ you to see the Tigers dancing.
O how I wish fo’ you to see the Rhinos prancing.

A lion or two just fo’ show,
Jump through hoops caught on fire
And a smile caught my eye from the man on the wire
He jump off, down the ladder.

He walked up to me, with glee
and told me to “tell this to Mister Splee:
Come visit me O’ Mister Splee
This circus was designed just for ye”

I told Mister Splee
And a tear rolled down his cheek
Sadder than he could be
He said: “That circus has long since been dead.”
Miki Feb 2015
Mean ole mister
Never loved no one
Held his heart on his belt
Right next to his gun
Spat tobacco
On the blood red dirt
Didnt give a ****
Who the hell he hurt
Cant call mommy
When the pen fails the sword
Cant run to daddy
With no apologetic word
Give me a hand
Ill give you an arm
Take away my eyes
And your's'll come to harm
Mean ole mister
Knows what he does
Just getting by
Anyway he must
He learned that momma
Dont give a ****
He learned that daddy
Likes his mean hand
Youve gotta be tough
Hold up your own
Youve got to make sure
Through out life youve grown
Mean ole mister
Might make you cry
But mean ole mister
Sure as hell knows why
John F McCullagh Dec 2011
This actually happened pretty much as I have told it. It happened on a weekday afternoon in summer on 60th Avenue in the Queensboro Hill section of Flushing, NY. The Mister softeee trucks still roam the streets to this day playing the same jingle as in my youth. For some reason they have adopted a sensible pay first policy. The Pioneer was the name of the local tavern at the foot of the street. it now serves bubble tea to the asian elite.


Our ice cream man on Queensboro hill
was a curmudgeon, to put it kind.
I'm pretty sure he hated those
who paid in quarters, nickels and dimes.

Ritchie was a "special " kid
He was a big kid for his age.
To put things gently he was slow,
Half a wit and not a sage.

We heard the Mister Softee Jingle
from a good half mile away
It must haven driven the bald guy mad
to have to listen to that all day.

Ritchie went up to the window
He got a cone then refused to pay.
Mister Softee left his station.
Ritchie made to run away.

It was like a Chinese Fire Drill
Ritchie jumped into the truck
The keys were there, the engine on.
He displayed considerable verve and pluck.

The softee truck rolled down the block
with Mister Softee in hot pursuit.
His bald head gleaming in the sun
wishing for his long lost youth.

The truck crashed into the Pioneer.
Ritchie was cuffed and led away.
Mr. softee nursed his vanquished pride.
His truck sold no more cones that day.
is actually happened pretty much as I have told it. It happened on a weekday afternoon in summer on 60th Avenue in the Queensboro Hill section of Flushing, NY. The Mister softeee trucks still roam the streets to this day playing the same jingle as in my youth. For some reason they have adopted a sensible pay first policy. The Pioneer was the name of the local tavern at the foot of the street. it now serves bubble tea to the Asian elite.
selina May 2021
please note: t/w: violence

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dear mister life-changer
how have you been?
i know you never answer
but i wanted to try again

introducing myself for the fourth time
i'm a small girl with big dreams
my dad walked out when i was real young
my mum hopes i'll have an easier living

i'm in kensington, philly
it's not a nice place to grow up
with drugs, gangs, and guns
my older brother once even got mugged

i'm writing from my little closet
my mum said it's for me to be safe
but i hate being alone in this place
it's such a small, empty space

a couple of gunshots outside
it's like this every other night
brother's not home right now
but i sure hope that he's alright

there's a clicking noise
it doesn't sound very nice
i hear footsteps down the hall
they're not mum's, they're too light

mister life-changer, i think that might be my brother
he told me you could make things right
but why don't you ever write back to me?
why don't you ever reply?

i want to tell you my dreams
i heard you can make them come true
just give me one chance, sir
it's worth it, i'll show you

i dream of a big wide world
where i can walk outside and not be afraid
a world big enough for every little brown girl
to skip down sidewalks and enjoy the day

i hope to move to the suburbs
buy a big house for mum one day
buy her leather bags and pretty dresses
and not a single cent she'll have to pay

-

dear mister life-changer
i'm sorry there's blood on this paper
mum's bleeding out in the kitchen
someone shot her at the counter

mister life-changer
they told me to wait
i called the life-savers
they said, just wait

i don't know what to do
so now i'm back to writing to you
will you ever make a change?
will you tell me to wait, t—
wrote this poem that's a bit like a letter. context: a little girl living in kensington, philly, one of the most dangerous places in philadelphia, writes a letter to the congressional representative of her district. it's cut off at the end, and if i could, i would have added the sound effect of a loud gunshot. i think you would then understand how the story in this poem ends...
AD Snail Oct 2016
Dear Mister Anxiety,
Can you please not nag me today?
Can you stop playing mind games with my already fragile mind?

Dear Mister Anxiety,
Oh how you make me petty and feel all lonely.

I don't want to think the world is always against me,
I just want to feel the love that is right in front of me,
But you don't seem to believe that it is true;
You state that its lies and push it away from my craving heart.

Oh, Mister Anxiety can you just let your worries go?

Can you finally lose your grip on me,
And stop thinking to deep into everything?

Oh I feel for you Mister Anxiety,
But I am tired can't you see?
Tired of you pulling me down into this pit of fear and worry.
Overwhelmed
Skyler M Mar 2018
I take these trees and pretend you're there.
I stole these arms to fake my own death.
I stormed the city and got ran over by a taxi cab.
I went back and cried to the heavens.
This isn't easy so leave my body be.
I take these trees and pretend you didn't leave.

Mister Spirit,
How do I speak?
Mister Spirit,
When will I die?
Mister Spirit,
How do you speak?

I follow mounds of burnt down trees and hope it leads me to the will for living.
I stole a gun to **** and undo my existence.
I yell torment as the wind whispers my name.
I felt cold fingers on my shoulder and I know who's here.

Mister Spirit,
How do I speak? (to you)
Mister Spirit,
When will I die? (at last)
Mister Spirit,
How do you speak? (to us)

I only want to scream and cry but I'm held back.
I know my brain is sick and I'm trying to heal it back.
I sink into songs of life but spit out death.
I hate every God alive.
I despise every word you never spoke.
I desperately need your touch on my head.
Lean me back, into the kingdom.
Arlene Corwin Nov 2016
Sitting here watching a science program about the next biggest telescope ever built.  To come out in 2018, it's called the James Webb telescope.  Reminded about a poem I wrote in 2001 called Mister Red Shift, when I was captivated by by the most distant light then available: the red shift.
And now we're planning to see even further.

            Mister Red Shift

The core relationship I have
Is with you, Mister Shift –
Mister Red beyond the skies
At heaven’s end,
Beyond the stars and galaxies,
The disembodied substances
Whose silence is a dearest friend,
And furthest, cosmic-nearest friend
Whose essence never shifts.

Mister Red Shift 6.5.2001
Circling Round Nature; Nature In & Of Reality; To The Child Mystic; Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Science;
Arlene Corwin
Rustle McBride Sep 2016
Mister Blister, there he goes!
His shoes, they open for his toes.
His jacket has no sleeves at all.
His trousers, well, they just might fall.

He is a coarse and hairy sight.
He limps and dares not stand upright.
He has a shopping cart to push.
His bathroom is the nearest bush.

People yell and call him names,
and talk about the way he shames,
the neighborhood, and those who "care"
about the world they say we share.

But, Mister Blister is my friend.
He always has some time to spend.
He cares about what I say,
and remembers this from day to day.

He knows about my cares and fears
and what I try to say he hears.
Perhaps the others are too old
to see without life's blindfold.

I wish that he could freely live
and that the town, he could forgive.
They just don't know you like I do.
Mister Blister, I'm glad I do.
A poem I wrote as a child for my neighborhood friend,
Jonny Angel Jul 2014
Hey Mister Photographer,
shoot a picture of me
& use your special effects
to make me look
much younger.
Darken my hair just a bit.

O Mister Photographer,
then please photoshop
my sweet companion,
who onced loved me,
in her prettiest dress,
standing right next to me.
Place some lovely flowers
in her gorgeous hair,
wrap my arm around her.

Please Mister Photographer,
can you colorize some
rolling hills below
& place the bluest skies
above us.

O Yes Mister Photographer,
I think you've got it right.
That's the way I want it,
the way I want
people
to remember us.
E Apr 2018
A mister came by to song a good sing
He didn’t have nickels for dimes
And tunes shed freely to come in and ring
For all the fun woody old times.

He fiddled a fiddle to pluck a red truck
And song out his words by a stile
Some boys run about in their own little luck
And saw mister forge a small smile.

Canary a fairy of small little ladies
Crowd about a shop selling oak hay
In their own Ethel minds of small little babies
On wooden red cradles they lay.

“But come one and all to the man playing south”
Said a poster girl out with a cry
“Say he’d come on and in with a gun to the mouth
And we’re all having orange pumpkin pie.”

I come to the pass with a glass in my hand
Saw the mister grin granny o’swong
And felt the glass fall to the crummy white sand
Heard the shards crawl a fangled new song.

“You caused me a pain to my heart with my name”
I tell mister out with a voice
But he played on regardless of no having claim
Of the music playing out of his choice.

Mister my sister you cause quite a blister
But I’m not giving up quite so soon
Cause I’m staying right here with my girl and I kissed her
On the forests sprouting up after noon.
Just a fun little limerick about a pan handler.
Sara Kellie Oct 2018
We're not all chicken heads Sister.
Just a piece of **** meat
to another ******' Mister.
I wear my knickers with pride
and not now, not ever,
will I have hide.
I'll walk tall in my heels
and not under red.
I sleep kissed in satin,
not prepared to give head.

So if you want some excitement
in your life,
drive back home Sweetie,
make up with your Wife.

Poetry by Kaydee.

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