"nebbish" poems
green eyes
how come
that warm
gently rides
to springs of heaven
from frosty blue ice
then turns black ravens
to brightest white doves
and
the hopeless cravens
to bravest heroes
lashes: turkish bows
glances like arrows
runnin' baby roes
make you chase for a while
what a perky look
cheerful naughty snook
but flowing jungle brook
sings her lullaby
a shiny pinky smile
carries an angel tribe
withinside
of the nook
thus devil got riled
was expelled and allied
with the nebbish adam
-rosy pink lips wiled
and might
clothe the seven seas
by the holly tide
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
Ray Lewis, your spokesman
is ripped and he's lean.
He's built like Adonis
and, by rep, very mean.
If I use "old Spice" body wash
as per his advice.
The ladies will swoon
as I'll smell so **** nice.
I'm short fat and Jewish-
a Nebbish at heart.
In intimate settings
I'm quite prone to ****
So I bought "Old Spice" body wash
and lathered it on.
Then I entered the bedroom
and said "Babe, bring it on!"
Olive, my lover of many a year
was less than impressed
when I deigned to appear.
A giggle, a chuckle and then a guffaw
My confidence sagged
like my double chinned jaw.
"Darling, it may be you smell like Ray Lewis
but when my eyes open
You're short fat and Jewish."
The ad was misleading
and I feel like a fool
Not a mensch, more a reject
from a shallow gene pool.
Bad enough that the store
on my refund is reneging.
foreplay now requires
two hours of begging.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
So pick up the scissors and cut it the **** out!
Then take a stick and knock it the **** off.
Alright, all done?
Are you ready for a conversation consisting of truth?
Or does that concept still, somehow, confuse you?
For years I've been fighting a battle with the cowardice in you!
And now, after all of it, I have more emotional involvement in my shoe.
No, scratch that, not in my shoe...
Because that dog **** I stepped in last week, has more integrity than you.
Fidelity, do you know what that is?
Egregious, do you know that word exists?
How about 'low life ***** mother fucker'?
Oh, meaning got through.
Allow me a moment to adjust my vocabulary for you.
You're a coward. A snail. A waste of my time and space.
A blister, throbbing pustule on the *** of the human race.
You have never been loyal.
You're robbing me of my youth.
The worst part is, I see myself becoming like you.
I admire the way you avoid the subject.
The method you use to crawl out of the line of fire.
Throwing others in front of the bus so you don't hit the tires.
That's right, its all their fault, duh.
You really think I'm that ******* stupid, huh?
Well. **** you.You're a ******
A ******* class A.
A dissapointment, A nebbish, A poltroon, A quitter and recreant.
Someone I should have never given a second glace.
I mean it.
I'd be a liar if I didn't admit.
I regret the last four years of this ****
I'd be ******* stupid to stick around for more of this.
I give your life meaning? Purpose?
If that's true I hope you're crushed by my indifference.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
By; Cedric McClester
Just because he makes us smile
Doesn’t mean he’s not a *********
He brought young girls back in style
While lusting after them all the while
It was a case of lamb to slaughter
When he first got with his step-daughter
He upset the social order
After leaving his wife to marry her daughter
He’s given rise to lots of rumor
Maybe it’s his sense of humor
This alleged nascent consumer
Of little girls who’s a late bloomer
He’s a nebbish and a clown
Of international renown
Who only tends to make us frown
But will he ever come around
He’s a genius some will say
What does it matter anyway
***** old men have to play
Keep your daughters tucked away
Silence can be sold or bought
Despite the havoc he has wrought
He hasn’t given it a second thought
You think he’s ****** but he thinks not
There shouldn’t be any doubt
Who it is I’m talking about
It’s not that hard to figure out
Why he makes you wanna shout
Now that some think he’s reformed
And their fears have all been calmed
Are we that easily charmed
When we should still be alarmed
Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
I stay between the cursed worlds
And every face around looks so gross
My mouth bleed, I can not say a word
A wounded heart was teared apart and lost.
A stay alone in hateful place
And every detail here makes me cry
I had a childish dreams with naive gaze
But now everything I want to die.
I am so young but I’m not beautiful enough
And nobody will love me till the end of time
I used to it. But why my face is still so rough?
I want to leave that way and find another line.
How can I be so weak and so pathetic?
Such detestable silly nebbish fool
Walk on the sharpest pieces of the glass is my aesthetic
And all my efforts are reduced to null.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
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We are such cowards
Our dreams are rooted in a poisoned past
Which we attempt to repeat
We fornicate with dead ex - lovers
We are sick little nebbish souls
Bloodless and corrupt
Eating whatever **** is fed us
Which we ***** up and call poetry
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We are barely fit to be called alive
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We poison reality by our very presence
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We don't give a ****
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Our loveless blather !
Our demonic narcissism !
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Our praise for self imposed mediocrity
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We are the graveyard of sensitivity
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Loving nothing but self - image
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC