"ner" poems
It ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Readin’ writin’ and sech lack that stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ at the factory line ever day either.
And it sher ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Grammer and other sech borin’ stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ on a factory line ever day either.
Ah sherr don’t need it to work digging
Er runnin’ sewer lahns er plummin’ pipes neither.
So, folks can jess give up on tryin’
To turn me into some kinda egghead scholar.
After all, it was good enough for my dad
To go to work, and work hard to earn a dollar.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
The doctrine lines,
The white brick walls,
Coffee creeps,
We still drink,
Our tastes have just changed,
Who took the last of the ******* sugar?
It's been empty for weeks,
But mainstays stay, mainly,
Another 24 hours,
Some look less,
Another victim of violence visitation,
Rattling sign, the wind makes it's appearance,
We made it,
Johnboy the ****** tells aboot,
His momentum,
Taking his mom oot to dinner,
He wore his tattoos on his face,
One cheek said sin, the other, ner,
Shakey Sam comes every meow and then,
Saying nothing has changed again,
Lights are flickering,
While Jesus Jane is on another rant,
You know, aboot Jesus and whatnot,
Atheist Jocoby just groans,
The coffee is a bit burnt,
So is my tongue,
New cats, alley cats,
Dogs and birds,
I couldn't tell you which one I am,
Emergency alarms a buzzing all around,
We just turn down the sound,
As it's another go round,
to speak,
I'm James and I'm an alcoholic,
Hi James,
Turn over turn on,
Hold hands with scumbags turned saints,
All because of the fire we got from a drink,
A smoke,
A burnt down life turned to building,
We hug once again,
And step ootside,
Open door policy,
And fire in the sky is there waiting,
Some run,
Some cry,
Shakey Sam wonders aloud,
Will his dealer deliver,
****** Johnboy calls his mom,
Jesus Jane prays,
And Atheist Jocoby drives away,
I put the sign back on the door,
And make a new ***
I want to hear that story,
Of how that newcomer once got shot,
By a disgruntled **** in San Francisco bay,
At least I don't need a drink today.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
Summer rain, summer rain;
I’ll come shining through,
They say that every cloud has a silver lining,
But it’s raining down on you.
You’ve forgot your coat and umbrella
and now you’re wet right through!
I’ll come shining through
~ this summer rain.
You can hop from tree to tree;
Use a bag, or a magazine,
Take shelter in a coffee shop
and soak up the caffeine!
The streets are ner deserted;
There’s not a soul to be seen,
Summer rain, summer rain,
I’ll come shining through!
There are clouds up in the sky,
Whistling winds are blowing by
There are rain drops big and round
What a sight, oh me oh migh!
Summer rain, summer rain,
I’ll come shining through,
Yes I’ll come shining through
This summer rain.
Summer rain, summer rain,
I’ll come shining through,
They say that every cloud has a silver lining,
But it’s raining down on you.
You’ve forgot your coat and umbrella,
And now you’re wet right through!
I’ll come shining through,
this summer rain.
I’ll come shining through ~ this summer rain.
Summer rain, Summer rain, Summer rain.
Youtube link to song
https://youtu.be/GDk_JtCQL2E
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
VACUUM CLEANER TANGO
---Lyrics by Jonathan Caswell
(Some misspellings are due to rhythm keeping)
The Vac…cuum Clea…ner Tango,
Is like…a juicy…mango,
Those fi…bers will…entangle
Your teeth or brushes, pretty quick!
The girls…who do…the cleaning,
Are ev…ver so…well-meaning,
To move…around…guys leaning,
That watch…and approve…the show!
Plugs must…be changed…more frequently,
If lon…ger hallways…decently,
Are cleaned…the most…expediently,
It’s all…a part of…the dance!
The vac…cuum clea…ner tango,
A dai…ly chore…is wrangled,
By clea…ners star…spangled,
Perfor…ming it with…extra class!
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
'mma comm'ner!
'mma comm'ner!
Whild it
Port 'rhet above,
'im down
F'rsaken.
Afore'd!
Allay'd!
De' the round,
De' the Bayck
Brent of stick
Wally a'bock
Rayne
A'doon, a'tunya, Mekker'un
A 'block, a moon.
The Rhine, 'ya dance 'ya
In the Maine
Yal 'amo
Tor'red ett'on
Fer tha'dance 'ya
Fer tha'roon
Allek 'un daree'ya
Mag'k ung Garee 'ya.
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC
Please accept this receipt
as my proof of purchase.
I'm returning the Police
'cause they're not fit for purpose.
My bike it was stolen
I'd said who and where.
The Police didn't bother
It's like they don't care.
Well they've sent me a summons
because of non payment.
Now it's four times the cost
and a bike that I've lost.
I'll glue on a moustache
and wear a **** hat.
Eat sprinkled donuts,
do **** all
and get fat.
and that's how I became a pig.
Kaydee
(ner ner, ner ner)
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
You are the sun that softly sets
as I the moon ascend the skies,
blowing a kiss on astral winds
to wipe the tears from solemn eyes.
At Dawn and dusk you pass me by
reaching in rays your gentle hands,
but ner' but once is your touch felt
and I again sink Neath the sands.
Oh sweet the hour of the eclipse
when you and I will will be made whole,
for you the heart that warms the blood
and I the grace that calms the soul.
So until then my love my all
I kiss your rise and feel your fall.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
In{peace}ner
Yet again, I a(struggling)m to sleep,
Yearning for m(soul)y to keep.
Day by pa(day)ss with no remorse.
Death scouring the lands on his tire(horse)less.
There was Mar(First)cos,
There was Ka(Then)in.
De(coming)ath is for all of us,
As morale beg(wane)ins to.
Shots are fired in hot spu(sporadic)rts,
du(I)ck for cover as my shoulder hurts.
Blood flo(down)ws my arm as I grasp my gun,
I close my eyes as my comr(run)ades begin to.
I am paralyzed, planted in the ea(bunkered)rth,
My comrades car(me)ry as they flee.
I fig(sanity)ht, refusing to see my own worth,
As bullets fly by, in an endl(torrent)ess of maniacal glee.
The pain sears, racing through mi(my)nd.
Muscles, tissue, bone, to unw(beginning)ind.
Con(crosses)cern my comrade’s face,
As he looks at my pai(disgrace)ned.
Earth spews the gro(from)und to my right,
Launching us into the thick fum(air)ed.
I scream again as my pa(rears)in its roaring might.
My vis(fading)ion as my body lands on my earthen lair.
whi(Death’s)sper then did creep,
His bre(cold)ath in did seep.
I no pa(feel)in as I know its time,
To join m(mates)y, out here on the Rhine.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
Were you the one who lifted that toilet paper from rehab?
That’s some fine industry, ain’t 2-ply
But that’s some fine *** 1-ply.
(You do what ye’d like, sir, I’m a-headin down to YOU-gene to get MEself a turkey DIN-ner!)
I’ll getcha a 40 if you lift one of them American Flags from the apartments over there.
Check it, Frat folks are a patriotic bunch.
What’re we gonna do with it when we get it?
Sew it round my hips, imma burn the edges up to my thigh,
I wanna look like *** tonight.
While you do that I’m gonna sew it into the toilet paper.
Patch it through here and there,
That’s some fine industry,
American-ply.
(It’s not such a bad way to *** around, so long as ye ain’t got a burden on the back, make the tire drag. Yissir, if ye can do without, ye can go just about anywhere.)
I’m gonna write Positive Liberal Slogans on it.
**** you.
From across the park she’s looking in the window from the garden,
holding her child wrapped in cotton.
She hasn’t moved for a while now and I start to wonder
How something that looks so much like someone I want to love
Can be just a pile of sticks and nets and perspective.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
Use my shoulder as your pillow
let my body be your bed
let me be your warmth and comfort
when the laughter's all but dead
Let my arms always enfold you
let them be the words unsaid
when all you need is endless silence
and a place to lay your head
Let my kisses be the lyrics
to your heart's unsteady beat
as your breathing breaks the silence
and yet makes us both complete
Let my love be as the curtains
that keep others from looking on
as we count the blessings offered
and regrets now dead and gone
Let my need of you be noted
in the margins of my eyes
where you pencilled in your beauty
and underlined it with your sighs
Let my want be always wanting
let your presence ner' sedate
as you paint yourself upon me
as both sinner and a saint
Let the scars that others gave you
be the gifts I take away
as I offer up my body
as the prayers you never say
Let me be the one you run to
when you've no where else to run
and I'll hide you from yourself dear
till your cryings all but done
Let my concern be the bindings
on our lives as books unread
where the foreword says I love you
and the titles enough said.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
come let me lead you through my mind
where angels tremble in their sleep
for fear the waking makes them blind
within the darkness dank and deep
the shadows skulk and hiss and scream
and reach for me with outstretched hands
with greed they feast upon my dreams
and run amok in fallen sands
they know my name the one I keep
within a jar beside my bed
along with tears I've yet to weep
and words as yet I have not said
they'll come for me if er' I rest
and let my guard so foolish fall
but yet I have to pass the test
though mine own fear doth me appall
so walk my mind but be aware
to never stray from well worn path
for if you do your soul they'll snare
and you shall feel their pain and wrath
for broken minds ner' know no peace
no glue nor tape can ever mend
so run away my hand release
forsake me now I beg their friend.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
The daisies are lieing silent now
The earth as claimed her back
my heart oh God it's breakings
and the skies have turned to black
Ten years you've stayed beside me
ten years you've shared my pain
and now my heart is breaking
cause I ner' see you again
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
an obsession
so deep to care
fireworks blast into the sky
snapping the our reality with theirs
JR NER NYY PBAARPGRQ. QB ABG GEL GB ZNXR GUVF ZBER QVSSVPHYG GUNA VG VF.
oh boy!
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 10:37 AM UTC
My love for you knows no boundaries
nor border guards with hastened shouts
for my heart forged in foundries
from sheer trust and carefree doubts
Let them levy heavy tax and toll
They'll ner' stop me getting through
for I must be where er' thy soul
for my heart longs to fly to you
Speak not of laws and reasoned thought
make no excuse that sounds like fact
for I must find what I've long sought
and on this need I need now act
So let them lower barriers down
and set up here their ****** blockade
I'll always find a way around
for my heart once sent cannot be staid
Prepare for war ye whom would stop me
be sure of this I'll win these fights
for over there lies liberty
and an end to all my lonely nights
So Take up arms increase thy number
imprison rights with red tape bars
but justice wakes from enforced slumber
as moon let's rain her falling stars
No boundaries no Borders hold me
when I can call upon your heart
to meet me where no one can stop thee
where we are one er' when apart.
So come to me and let me know this
that you would too break down their Walls
sign this treaty with thy sweet kiss
and hear my heart when er' it calls
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 6:58 AM UTC
Hej jag heter Kalle, jag är 17 vårar
och
jag är trött på att tårar faller ner från min kind.
Det hände senast i torsdags morgon i klassrummet när nina skapat ett
instagram konto
som hette kalle balle kalle balle är ful.
Jag tyckte det var töntigt för vi är sjutton år,
men alla andra skrattade så vad ska man göra då ?
Läraren sa inget fast han allting såg
han bara twittra på om något som jag ej kommer ihåg.
Även om dem flesta mobiler är på surr
så hör jag allt twitter som pågår i detta ***
och jag vet att det mesta inte är om mig
och jag vet att man inte borde bry sig men
jag bryr mig.
och det känns så motsägelsefull
för jag har alltid hört att det är någonting fint i att bry sig
att bry sig,
men nu när jag är större är det som att världen har växt med mig
och nu finns det för mycket att bry sig,
att bry sig om.
Hej jag heter Kalle och jag mår inte bra,
jag får notiser om att det är så ungdomar ska ha det.
Jag sitter i min plats längst bak i klassrummet till vänster,
när jag plötsligt ser en bild,
jag tror jag ser ett mönster.
här uppifrån som utanför vårt fönster.
för vi är ett *** fullt av instängda fåglar,
det finns svanar som alla anar kommer växa och bli kända som alla vill vara
det finns kråkor som är stolta över att ta andras lycka/ det andra har , och det finns hackspettar
och duvor
gökar
ugglor,
och jag
och jag är rädd att jag är en pingvin eller en struts
jag vet inte om ni vet men av alla 10000 fåglar är just dem de ända som inte kan flyga
och jag tror jag är en pingvin
men kanske är det bra för jag är jag.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
Rain reminds me of you because it is reminiscent of the receptive and raw eros that engrossed my brain;
every interaction provided a drop of ransom to my heart,
which you held priso(ner-vous) hands and pituitary glands slam into the back of cabs
with such frazzled force that
they will brand their passion into passengers
who will jam their own uncontrollable acid into the same canvassed seat,
and they will rub it off on everyone they meet,
and rain will continue to fall
and I will continue to call
and every drop reminds me of you,
what you've done and what you've put me through
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
In ones kiss may hidden truths be found
by touch and feel devoid of sound
and in these moments let this silence reign
where er' my love we two have lain
---x---
So hush my love and close thine eyes
for what can't speak can ner' tell lies
and let my lips with gentle ease
a tender sigh from thy lips tease
---x---
Lie to me not but lie to me
hear of my heart mine honesty
and know that all unsaid is true
that I will lie always to you
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
every sooften, a day will wash over leaving me
a little paler, a little thin ner
for the most part I crush it like a can and bury it in my chest,
pretend it's a necklace, wear a face to match
I'll take breaths so deep, but my chest won't move
up or down, some days
I cut it into pieces, dangle it from the ceiling and watch it glint in the
sunlight, some days
I pull it over my head like a blanket, and keep the dayshine
at bay, leave my limbs pale a little longer
somedays
it's almost a comfort
some days, It's almost as if
I breathe it as it
breathes me and
the wind we create together carries us
in it's length across
the valleys of our
small universe
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
In earlier times a Daughter was born
Who carried the welts of a belt
An oath of no children
By the Mother was sworn
Ten years went by
An she agreed to one
But you must never
Lay a hand on my son
The man felt afronted
By the Oath on his head
But agreed to the terms
His wife had said...
The son was born on
A hot august Morn
But the oath on his head
Was the Mans Scorn
As the Boy grew older
All of 8 years old he
Was told his mother ill
Her Failed sight ner seen
The Boy Had to help
The mother to cook
Taught by her
From recipe books
The Man owned a factory
Where each day he must be
After school his time
Was never free
He must clean
The factory floor
And haul the Rubish
Out the door
By 9 he was working
with 16 ft boards
To help make the slats
That paid for our Board
When ever the boy talked
Of what he had learned
He was ridiculed by the father
And vicously Spurned
He was called
Insane and stupid
Told he belonged in a
Mental institution
He was told
He was a slacker
That nothing he
Did was ever right
The Spite and the Hatred
built Day upon Day
His father argued
With all that he'd say
By 12 the Boy had
Longshoremans
Syndrome, from the
weight of the work
As his spine was growing
It bent the spine as it formed
The Raging went on day after day
The abuse heaped on the head of the Boy
When Finally he left
With his back to the door
For 2 years they never
Heard from the Son
Till he missed
Them and called
2 minutes it took till
The father started again
The son slammed
Down the phone in tears
And wasn't heard from
For another year
Through all of this from 5 years old
He'd been ***** by an older boy
And Held it all within Him
Afraid of his Father he never had told
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
When yer high on a streak
And no doubt its a freak
Aint nothin can beat yah
Not luck bad ner good
Dont doubt its a bet
A streakers regret
Tho yah aint beaten yet
The times surely set
Not by fate or yer odds
Ner the whim of the gods
But by an incredible drive
To keep going
Then die.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Even now/ at this ungodly hour/
doth morning seem so far away and yet/ so near /// somewhere twixt nights caress and soothing
balm of twilights touch /
by heavens intervention am I spared the ache /
nay the pain / of your light absent from my
darkest hour // then away and rend the very veil of monstrous stars that wouldst with all intent / make mockery of my tears / mirrored here now / upon these ashen cheeks / tear down the moon whom by her very presence doth afflict my mournful heart / for in her beauty art thou found / art thou not found// be gone / fleshless phantoms of thoughts of one for whom I would willingly die one thousand times and one thousand more / for is not the agony of each tortureous night / alone // not likened to sweet death / and I have died so oft I can ner' count the times / be merciful sweet dawn / arise // arise and with your rising raise my spirits/ for I am lost amongst the shadows of this night / and in it's shadows hide myself from all but thee / and she / she that but with a word / a glance / a touch / may free me from this Hell / and let me one more but for a moment set my sight on paradise. ///
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
Come lay with me within the glen,
And all the valley be your ken,
Then acquire all within your sight,
If you will offer the same right.
Possess the flowers, grass, and sun.
Of all these things, I will have none.
I choose the prize of greater worth;
Like choosing heaven over earth.
In this land flowers always bloom,
A summer long that cometh soon.
But flowers soon will fade to gray,
When they against your merits weigh.
In this land grass be always green,
Always shine with beauteous sheen.
Yet the garden field has a lesser gleam,
When matched with thine face, it seems.
In this land, the sovereign star,
Can ner' by the clouds be marred.
For though the day's eye casts its light,
Thine eyes strike me as far more bright.
My bargain to trade nature's gifts,
A deal as such I would make swift.
Instead of flowers, grass, and sun;
For you, three I would trade for one.
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 4:30 PM UTC
No heart of stone my lover has
for hers is fire and flowers fresh
that beats in rhythm with mine own
beneath her breast of silken flesh
No heart of ice mine own for thee
for I could ner' put out this flame
that sears my soul with need to be
with you my love no man could tame.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
The Slobber Mouth lives deep down south,
hunting the Ner' do wells.
with candy canes and wooden trains,
with buzzers and with bells.
With fur of green, that's never clean,
and eyes so big and red.
Four filthy paws with unclipped claws,
he fills the woods with dread.
Spiked tail and horns and teeth like thorns,
fixed in a scarey smile.
A big black nose and ragged clothes,
make up his unique style.
Baiting his traps with midday naps,
false promises and lies.
with wasted hours and April showers,
and soft spoke lullabyes.
Dust bunnies hop but never stop,
and never are they caught.
For they are wise to slobbers lies,
and all the gifts he's brought.
The Mites and Motes in winter coats,
so quickly scurry by.
for they too know never to go,
where Slobbers presents lie.
The feather bed floats over head,
the carpet thick with fluff.
He stamps his feet knowing he's beat
and screams enoughs enough.
He packs his sock and checks the clock,
so soon the house will rise.
Stomping away to sleep all day,
and hide from prying eyes.
Beneath your bed this sleepy head,
sits down to scheme and plan.
Tomorrow night if all goes right,
I'll catch the Bogeyman.
On tippy toes in bedtime clothes,
his teddy in his hand.
He waves goodnight to all in sight,
and leaves for faery lands.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
He said :-
This love's a place I cannot live
and the prison I can't escape,
for my love you freely sacrificed
and my dreams you nightly ****
You are the pillow on my face
you are the needle in my arm,
you are the bullet in the brain
and the pills within my palm.
But I could never hate you babe
I could truly ner' be free,
for you are the rhyme and rythmn
that flows inside of me.
So I am holding on and digging in
holding you and holding ground,
for I know you feel the same way babe
at having me around.
So plump the pillow roll my sleeve
aim straight and swollow hard,
and when we play the hand we're dealt
I will be your joker card.
So holding on to promises
holding ground whilst holding you,
I will take life's slings and arrows
and see this sentence through.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 8:06 AM UTC