"muriel" poems
so
here we Are:
Arnold......Shortman,
Shorty......Meeks,
Mr......Meeseeks,
Ezekiel......Whitmore.
Morphine,,,,,,Morpheus,
Neo......Geo,
OG......Sour,
Sour......Diesel.
DeeDee's......Brother,
Cousin......Vinny,
Vinny's......Lover,
Brothers......Grimm.
Grim......adVentures,
Billy......Madison,
Hansel,,,,,,Gretel,
Chelsea......Grin.
Grimace,,,,,,Misery,
Mister......eBonic,
Bonny,,,,,,Clyde,
Kyle,,,,,,Kenny.
Kenny......Powers,
Powder Puff Girls,
"Girls Girls Girls",
Girls Gone Wild.
Wilee......Coyote,
Coyote......Ugly,
Ugly......Betty,
Betty......Crocker.
Doctor......Parnassus,
Doctor......Krieger,
Doctor......Horrible,
Doctor......Evil.
Evil......Knievel,
Felix......the Cat,
Captain Jack Sparrow:
"Captain......my Captain".
Tinman,,,,,,Scarecrow,
"Rowrow Rowyer Boat",
Bo......Burnham,
Earnest,,,,,,Vern.
Verdict,,,,,,Votive,
deVotion,,,,,,Vengeance,
aVenging......Evey,
V,,,,,,Vendetta.
Denace......the Menace,
Crystal......Globes,
Snow,,,,,,Aesthetics:
Skeletal......Shedding.
Head,,,,,,Tail,
Sally,,,,,,Jack,
Jack......Rabbits,
Magic......Hatters.
Shattered......Glass,
Glasgow......Smile,
Guile,,,,,,Vega,
Akuma,,,,,,Ryu.
You,,,,,,Me,
Beneath......the Bleacher:
Jeepers,,,,,,Creepers,
Reapers......of Seeds.
Seeds......of Chucky,
Chuckie......Finster,
Principal......Muriel,
Yuri......Gagarin.
© Copyrighted Jesse James Adams
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Fanatics fixed their eyes upon
The screen to cheer their team
The mood there in the air was tense
Tricolor seemed out of steam
The clock was counting down
The time was drawing nigh
Doomed to lose and head on home
Bid Russia their goodbye
An errant shot deflected out
Gave them one last chance
To score a goal and prance about
Show off their famous dance
From the corner, the ball soared in
A hero rose above
Mina smacked it with his head
And won his country's love
England shocked to see the win
Snatched right from their grasp
Colombia delirious
Successful at last gasp
And thus the game was sent along
Into the overtime
Two periods were played to nil
Two teams full in their prime
Penalties would now decide
Which team would advance
The locals glued to their tvs
The nation in a trance
Falcao scores! Kane as well!
Cuadrado, Rashford too!
Muriel then strikes one home
Tricolor up three to two!
Ospina blocks the next one
Hypes up the frenzied crowd
But Uribe hits the crossbar
And the silence echoes loud
Trippier knots it up again
We're down to final shots
Bacca fails to get his through
Past Pickford's valiant swat
Fate rests upon this final kick
Well placed with perfect spin
Just past Ospina's outstreched hands
Dier seals the win
The cafeteros reel from shock
No sign of jubilation
But still the crowd, crushed in defeat
Show their appreciation
Colombia eliminated
We give them all a hand
And though their World Cup here is done
I'm now their biggest fan
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Black is white and white is red,
Whose to care when we are dead?
Yellow is pink and pink is blue,
Has the hatred gotten to you?
Is it silly to enlarge the pain?
It's just a skin color just the same;
What some people think is real,
Is imaginery madness, that's the deal.
If the same eternal God almighty,
Molded us all and none are shoddy,
Why should we decree it's wrong,
When someone sings a different song?
Where the tree roots take deeply hold,
Makes children think they only fit the mold,
Parents shape and tell them horrendous lies,
So out they go to make others suffer and cry.
Unlearn this and that along your way,
Determine your own future, this I say,
Remember that shades of colors are grand,
When the muriel created we all share and
understand.
Can't we hope and pray, this is so,
We all are color blind, don't you know?
To live and love by actions and deeds,
To save humanity by planting these seeds.
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
He said he couldn’t believe he was flying
He said that it was the best feeling ever
He said my breath on his face was exhilarating
He said my golden hair had never been so within his grasp
He said my radiance would leave his cheeks redder than before
He said he wanted to hold me in his hands
He said look father I can almost touch her
He said he would never again be able to stand on solid ground
He said or forget seeing my face this close
He said Don’t worry father, I’ll be fine
He said Just a little higher
I remember his father’s face
I remember seeing his feathers fall off one by one
I remember him slipping through my fingertips
I remember the splash
I remember a beautiful girl,
crying on the beach
I remember her calling out his name
I remember her hair behind her:
As she jumped after him, off a cliff
I have been waiting a millennium, to forget
I would have liked to catch him
It would have only scorched him worse
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
Flawed Hypothesis
I know she was the one
she had the most to gain
reaching down to touch the fallen soul
bleeding from the mouth
at the bottom of the stairs
she would inherit the winery
she would now be rich
have it all to herself
she had revenge in her heart
he had stolen it from her family
but the wine master seems strange
very nervous for an innocent
and his mustache looks crooked
I don't think it's real Neal
You're right Sherlock
and what about that boyfriend
he could marry her if she inherited
that slicked back black hair
something is not right there
the way his lip curls
what about that store magnate
wanting to purchase his land
and that scar on his right hand
smooth talker if ever there was
his suit must have cost 2 grand
maybe they all had a hand
but I still think its Muriel
those tears just don't seem real to me
not the way that she should be
so I am thinking it is her for me
Gomer LePoet ...
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
Muriel, when our eyes first met and your name rolled off my tongue with a fine ring,
felt, I was charged with your sun-filled-sea-radiance from inside out
just the cadence of a name has an unctuous something! I've never known that before,
just saying it evocatively few times, I felt touching your heart; a golden thread did bind us then.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
Muriel, it’s been forty-four years and
I still think about you everyday.
I met you in the rain on the last day
of 1972, the same day I resolved to **** myself.
You were the **** store employee
wearing a chartreuse shirt. I was, of course,
the naked thirty-something with a few good teeth,
unafflicted by any social diseases.
You told me I had great veins.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
The Artist wandered further
for whispers carry their weight in stone,
his eyes worn following the Moon
for in his deserted Atelier, spiders spatt
cobwebs and threadbare floors empty.
Gone was the idyllic image of the cherry blossom
that daintly settled on the ground
for now it collects over a canopy
where rogue cheeked maidens
gander .
And the memory of Muriel, his muse
who danced foolishly into the fire, returns.
Wherewithal can we ever measure the true value
For she was not guarded,
stubborn even, against those denizens
the way of the World being evil
and the remnant of the Flemish cloth she wore
laid out alongside the stone wall.
The flicker of innocence ruptured
A brush stroke never rendered.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC
A red-headed sprite
With a deep love for all things music
I offered 2 years to the gods of brand communication
Only to discover a passion to question everything
Springing into the world of harsh advertising
I still retain my love for ambiguous alliterations
Paired with a glass of single malt whiskey and some Chinese takeout
I’m excited for this new journey into the Universe of Planners
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
Do not tell me
It does not exist
Do not dare me
To cease
To dream
I have seen Paradise
From above
Now right before my eyes
I fall in love
A kind of blue
That is unreal
A moment so pure
Only happy hearts can feel
Leaving footprints
In the sand
I deem
We are one with the sun
Dear Paradise
That is ours
Dear Muriel and Remy
That made it ours
We leave
But not unchanged
Paradise Island
On your shores,
Our love for you
Forevermore remains.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 5:50 AM UTC
our lives are now a
taboo.
we didn't ask for this.
we didn't ask for anything.
but then isn't that just how this
funny, little
life
works?
my existence is now a fantasy:
I am walking in a dreamworld.
thick, black clouds of melancholia hang low over my head,
though there is not really a true cloud in the sky.
what does this all mean?
I am searching in my innermost depths
for some answers.
fire
I feel the great heat collecting in my small heart,
this circle of fire.
*Oh, Elizabeth!
Muriel's been missing,
Won't you help me
find
her?*
we are dancing on lost graves.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
"Will you love me for fifty years?" The young girl asked beside the tombstone.
"Of course! I've loved you a whole week already, haven't I?"
And suddenly his hand was placed on-top of mine, and I looked towards him like glitter.
Under the arches, the school children watched the couplet conjoin as they face each other in bliss. The newlyweds and likely lads throw their flowers as they walk on the mud; puppy love if you ask me.
"Do you kiss boys, Muriel?"
"Sometimes, if he's charming."
"Well, aren't you frightened?"
"Oh, why should I be frightened? It's quite nice when you get used to it I would say!."
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
Maybe I left you baby?
Maybe I went for ****
Maybe I,m just sick of acting off our rags.
I ended up at the nearest bar some people were playing pool.
The barman was acting suspect i sat down on a stool.
I bravely attempted the crossword while really not giving a jot.
Four letter word from the heart, Do I love you? Do I not?
I lied that i needed ****
and cowardly left you to your pain.
I walked the quietness of the river and inhaled the rain soaked grain.
Maybe I left you baby,
Maybe I went for ****
Maybe I,m just sick of acting off our rags?!
I sauntered past interflora another cute *** reminder.
I did not call you once.
My head was on spin dry binder.
When i left the bar that day i finally walked away.
I knew if I returned to you'
You would assault me with your say!
I would nod on time as usual and yes babe every line.
Lying again, Never talking
And pretending love is fine.
Maybe I left you baby?
Maybe I went for ****
Maybe I,m just sick of acting off our rags.
I met a woman named muriel she found me sleeping in her car.
She invited me into her place and poured a welcome jar.
I am never coming back now!
This time it is for reals.
No more one for the road, Crying with alien faces and pleading sentimental deals.
No more worth it last hugs or blagging short notice shags.
No more chatting **** and pretending to go for ****
Maybe I left you baby?
Maybe I went for ****
Maybe I,m just sick of acting off our rags.
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
That’s all I have, said Muriel,
The window, the sunlight, the
View of the city, the smell of
The room, the hardness of the
Chair on which I’m sitting,
Jack’s last words before he
Croaked, his final letters to
Her, hidden in a box beneath
His shoes and suits, and the
Photographs of us on our
Honeymoon where the smiles
Were and the laughter which
Didn’t last, and his record
Collection which I hated and
Will probably sell or destroy
Or give away to any sucker
Who’ll buy. This is all that’s
Left: the memories of summers,
The nights of love, the lies,
The cheating, the making up,
The echoes from walls of his
Reading aloud from the books
He wrote, the unforgettable
Time his daughter turned up
Whom he didn’t know he had
And didn’t want and who left
And drowned herself by jumping
From the bridge like Berryman
Did the same year and almost
The same place and I remember
Jack’s look of disbelief when
He heard the news, and this is
All I have: the scene and the
Sunlight and the moonlight
And stars and last time we
Made love on the bed in this
Room and sighs and moans
And the long cold afternoons.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
From New York City, spanning across the globe
And into the hearts of millions of fans
Redefining humour
And pioneering sarcasm;
Sarcasm against which all future would be measured!
From happiness to uncertainty
From 'sup to soulmates
To being there for each other
And Ohh Myy Godd!
Here's to showing us all
What it's like to grow up
And be ready
And to pivot until you fit in
Here's to making us laugh and cry
And journey along one hell of a roller coaster
To stay sane through ups and downs of bein' a 30 year old grandma
Cheers
To a not so much a kook Mon
To a reformed Muriel
To a responsible Greene
And cheers
To Phalange for all the quirkiness
To the mental Geller fighting for his true love
To Ken Addams for that Europe story!
Thank you
For the virtual sea-saw ride
For showing us the true world that *****
And Yet having coffee is all we need to stay put.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC