"nes" poems
Au(Or)al Tune
When (O)ppo(u)rtun(e)ity knocks –
Ah, pour that tune into me
n(O)t
just write or speak
but
/zIg:zAg/
gut--
--teral mut--
--ter yarns
With
Mouth-churn--
--ing-beat-lick--
--ings.
Half-grown seedling ([her]bal:e(X)ssen(10)ces)
into sm(O)ke
adolescent (O)re worn from being p(o)(o)r—
it was nE(X)CESSary for:
battles
birds
beats
b(O)(O)ks
bottles
bucks
b(O)nes
boys
being(bad)
sm(O)ke-rings w(ear)y with surr(end)er
stripped
v(O)wel
for
v(O)wel
thr(OU)gh the yawn: (O)nly
“(O)h.”
(O)h
… foll(O)ws
the
You’re w(or)th-knowing-ONLY-(O)nce
type of l(i)ke.
VERSE/VERSUS: the
You’re-w(or)th-knowing-AT:LEAST-(O)nce
type of l(i)ke
VERSE/VERSUS:
for (u)s
it’s the worst type of verse
when it’s
them:VERSUS:us
(verses)
likewise -- (O)r worse --
it should really be about//
a bad in (u)s: Y(O)U:ME
(O)h after a
kn(O)ck
(O)h after a
t(u)ne:://
(end)-verse
for worse – it’s an
(end)-versus-us
type of verse.
(O)ppo(u)rtun(e)ity
pouring
ringing e(X)cesses
like
ear-worms to
hear words to
heat hearts.
Ah::rest that mouth-verse onto me.
(restful//fluster)
Ah::rest that mouth
(silent//listen)
soulless gall(O)w r(u)ng
lipless v(O)wel sl(u)ng
like
ARTS::between::STARS
then
VOICES RANT ON::into::CONVERSATION
then
PAYMENT RECEIVED::yet::EVERY CENT PAID ME
worst-verse:
Y(O)u//like hanging
your dipTH(O)NGS
on (O)pportun(e)ity’s d(O)(O)r
like
sm(O)ke-rings
like
being(bad)
like
Y(O)U:ME
like
(O)h. n(O).
(end)-verse:
worst-verse:
L(I)ttle.Kn(O)wn.V(O)wel::
n(O)(O)se big for (u)s
ALL.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
They peer through the cracks to what can be
seen, neighbours once were close but secrets kept
behind closed doors that only those who pass know
what it is.
In the days of old doors open, now
locks decorate each door as untrusted are those
called the neigbours or of those on the street.
Whispers whisk near each door of jealousy, untrusted
though gossip is the enemy. There is always the grumpy
nes that no matter how polite, they wish you never
moved in and will never think of you as the neighbour
there is no community.
Secrets some times heard through a window or
open door, which we turn a blind eye to as its
there problem nothing to do with me. neighbours
not my friends but not my enemy.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Many people get the wrong idea as to what certain abbreviations stand for, so I'll clear it up for you.
Nintendo DS: Nintendo Derek Sanderson
NES: Neely Esposito Sanderson
WC: Wayne Cashman
3D: 3 Docders
SOS: Help
PE: Phil Esposito
ER: Erwin Rommel
SD Card: Sanderson, Derek Card
RC Car: Rodney Crowell Car
GPS: Girls' Phrases ****
BRB: Bring Reagan Back
TTYL: Ta Ta You Loser
BC: Bourque Cashman
TYMDPMFGMTITMTP: Thank You MrDrProffessor Murly For Giving Me The Idea To Make This Poem
NSA: 'Nuff Said Already
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
*M_
m_nd
m_ak_s
m_ze_
o_t
o_
str_igh_
l_nes*
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
.
When a
twister a-twist
ing will twist him a
twist, • For the twist
ing his twist, he
three times doth
intwist; • But if o
ne of the the twi
nes of the twist d
o untwist, • The t
wine that untwist
eth untwisteth th
e twist. • Untwirli
ng the twine that
untwisteth betwe
en,• He twists wit
h the twister the t
wo in a twine; • Then twice
having twisted the twines of the twine,
• He twisteth the twine he had twined
in twain.• The tw ain that in twining
before in the tw ine • As twined we
re intwisted he now doth intwine
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
At goodwill Buy the Pound
every day is black friday
Hundreds of soccer moms line up their
white sneakers on a black and yellow caution tape line
zombie over it streching for yu-gi-oh cards
wait for hazmat suits to wheel out eight bins full of trash gone treasure.
When the bins are locked in place the hazmat suits go back to pack another load
The air horn sounds.
You do not want to be anywhere near that caution tape line when this happens.
At goodwill buy the pound
If you're not part of the fight,
you're part of the floor.
They need to find their
puzzle peices lost in cat liter
Johnny really needs
every single nerf dart
DID YOU TAKE A NERF DART?!
WE TALKED ABOUT THIS JO-ANN
THOSE WERE FOR JOHNNY.
Johnnys grandma is not the only elder throwing elbows
varacose veins are curb stomping dads hauling consoles to make a quick buck
Skinny College aged video game collectors swim through the mom-pocalypse
raid the stashes for disguarded NES cartridges
Jo-ann grabs a twinky boy by the black graphic hoodie.
Tosses him back into the horde
lunges for a barbie doll hidden under some wires.
This is not a place for nice children.
If you aren't willing to push around some nanas
you will leave covered in nike prints.
This place turns people.
Ever look at someones mom and think
She looks like she's always wearing a mask.
She is!
Buy the pound is her natural habitat.
One grandma keeps so many cats, her living room is a Petrie dish
I think she just wants to be in charge of a small third world countrey.
Granny needs to go rally up the soccer moms at buy the pound.
To lead those cats into a mother thirfting revolution
These woman leave feeling like they saved their family a fortune
Dumpster diving for sport.
Every tossed or trampled stranger
One flip flop closer to
feeding their children
clawing through poverty
When that airhorn sounds again.
They scurry back to their carts.
Tell their children
"Make sure nobody steals this"
as they line back up in haste.
Touch their all white nikes to the caution tape line.
Hold their family close like brass knuckles.
when that airhorn sounds.
It's time to fight.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
dit reen altyd iewers in kaapstad
en altyd iewers in my hart
branders golf diep binne my
nes jy is hulle altyd vry
jy weet ek haat jou nog partykeer
net so tussen die branders se golf en kom weer
hou my vas en ek sit waar ek sit en jy weet
van die dinge wat ek nie kan vergeet
so hier sit ek en sug
en onthou van die diep merk op my gewrig
en weet van die rede
hoekom ek hier sit en maak vrede
met myself en met jou
wat my nie meer vashou
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Le-YAND-de-ska nor E' des ke'
Noor-eil-to-DOE-do keel EH DOOR TE'
Te' oor! Te' OOR! Ma-OOR-de-te'!
Keel-oo-de SKA noor ahn de' TAH- de'
Pooh-EH-nes-yel-ta-do
Ne-EST-TA DE' ?!!!
Le-END-de-SKA noor E'ND de TAH-de
~~~♡< TRANSLATION >♡~~~
I am the Lord Jesus Christ.
I am using this weak vessel to speak.
She is afraid of your
judgement
but more concerned about
doing My Father's will
I LOVE YOU!
DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT?!!!
I LOVE YOU !!!
Though you do not hear
Be still. Listen.
And know that I am
GOD
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Somewhere in Cape town it always rains
And in some part of my heart the rain always stays
Waves crash deep within me
Like you, they are always free
You know sometimes I still hate you
Just in between the waves build up and break through
Hold me tight and I sit where i Isit and you know
Of all the things I cannot let go
So here I sigh and sit
And remember the deep scars on my wrists
And we remember the reasons
Why I sit here quietly and let peace in
Peace for myself and I'm letting you be
You who no longer hold onto me
Ek en jy
dit reen altyd iewers in kaapstad
en altyd iewers in my hart
branders golf diep binne my
nes jy is hulle altyd vry
jy weet ek haat jou nog partykeer
net so tussen die branders se golf en kom weer
hou my vas en ek sit waar ek sit en jy weet
van die dinge wat ek nie kan vergeet
so hier sit ek en sug
en onthou van die diep merk op my gewrig
en weet van die rede
hoekom ek hier sit en maak vrede
met myself en met jou
wat my nie meer vashou
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
pick apart
the pimples on your face
which is really
a great reminder
of all the things
you can't erase
push that restart button
on your ancient NES
click click click
punch
it won't make you less
hurt
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
I'm seeking justice.
Not to clear my name.
But, I'm if we committed the same crime.
Why aren't we serving the same amount f time?
How can he get twenty years?
And I get ten years more.
This is the injustice that I wants to explore.
We stood before the same judge and confessed.
Sure, we had different lawyers representing us.
Still that no reason I was given more time.
Who proclaim racism doesn't rear it hidden eyes?
No, I'm not upset with my friend for good represntation.
I'm just mad about the situation.
So, I'm seeking justice.
And will to the very end.
Least until they reduce my sentence, by ten.
What are you proven if I serve more?
I still be fighting until things gets changed.
And, I'll be doing it in justice name.
So, don't get mad if I make the nes?
I just wants to say many juries and judges are complete fools.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
Shortly after the school systems began defecating on the dreams of my generation,
We found different outlets
Through which we could bring our loathing to a head.
My generation now writes poetry and
Finds solace in video games we can beat
In lives we can't seem to live the right way.
It's funny to me that The Legend of Zelda,
When completed,
Tells you that "You are great!"
While your teacher berates you for being sub-par
Though you tried your damnedest
To please them through drafts and drafts
And drafts of work
Spat out at 4am because
There are more important things to deal with
In regular waking hours,
In regular waking life.
They tell us that we have failed
Because we ****** up in one class,
A single credit,
A single number on a sheet of paper
That tries to measure us
When we can't even attempt to do the same.
They tell us we have failed
Because we do not look good on file
And apparently we do not look good
Walking down the street
With ****** eyes and baggy sweaters,
The only clean clothes we own
Because the system has ****** us clean of time
To do much else than
Study, study, STUDY our **** lives away.
This is atrocious.
When a young boy feels more accomplished
Beating Pokemon
Than he does when he writes a stellar paper,
The best he can pen
Only to be told he has a lot more work to do
And that the paper
"Is good...
But it needs work."
The culture of my generation does not discriminate.
It does not tell us that we have more work to do.
Instead, it tells us that "we are great" and
It gives us a restart screen when we **** up beyond repair.
It does not tell us we have failed,
Instead offers us a kind
"Try again?"
It is sad
When the voice over of a video game
Offers more kindness
Than our instructors and parents
Combined.
School should not send us home, wanting to **** ourselves.
The system should not make a pen cap,
A pair of underpants, a simple metal bookmark
A weapon
In the hands of the human entity of depression.
We will not be marked suicide risks.
As long as we keep getting our restart screens and
Compliments from bits,
We will triumph.
We will be the heroes of our generation
As long as we keep getting the chance.
One day, when all the suffering is over
And we have escaped this war-torn soul of "The Caring Community,"
Maybe those words will extend from an NES and find their way
Into the mouth of a boyfriend, girlfriend,
Wife, husband, friend, professor...
Someday, we will hear the words and we will truly believe them.
"You are great!"
Maybe not today...
But someday.
Soon.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
Get up and dance
Put on those moccasins that make you move from out in France
Into the Indies then Polynesian isles.
Pour the green skies upon those frozen and dried out.
Bring gratitude to those whom frequently pout
And the mission to gain commission
How the mantras from mamas mouth
Shoot from the sky.
So sly the way we will slip into the nostalgic reminisce
Lights on the red carpet
And the set of lies
Are we doing this?
We don't mention How Buddha ******
Budapest in the name of the most auromatheraputic
And orginally
tell the Chinese nike labourers
who do this.
Though they suit me,
I resuit this with prudent force for those law benders
Of the b.a.r.
We will cough on tough tycoons and yet bow to stars.
Oh my legend, how far have we looked and have we come
Jumping out of the Nintendo Nes(t)
We have entertained our self enough
We've won son.
But find me lagging on a wooden broom
Brimming on the outskirts of your psyche
Just when you thought
Sike you didn't not cite me.
Please bibliograph my flight plan or pattern
And as you gaze upon the moon I make my second meander on Saturn
The orbit
In finding sudden satisfaction with norbit
I've asked. How bliss is ignorance?
We blend all the blinding lights of the prism and still white and ****
Siss
Disdain on dose dat ain't domestic
Still ******* kicking and
My legs are there to test this
Theory
and jeering with slack
I'm looking back.
I fear the peers of tired whites and blacks
Those that act that they have nothing to loose
By continually hitting the snooze
Oh we will leave you like leaves grounded in the grooves
These four leaf clues
Clovers, slipping out of my palms
Mark you like wolverines claws
Like jar heads
Jumpin in to the jabber jagged jaw of jaws
Subservient marine.
Prate in the truth of those words until you(they) know just what they mean.
Ya seen?
Good?
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
dear lover
I think you tried to use
Cupid's bow on m- e, well I guess it
worked. You hit me in the heart
We fell in love. We kissed. We
hugged. We put on a show
for our friends to laugh
at. But then it
stopped
**I
think
the poison
left my heart
and made realize
what a fool I was. You
hurt my heart, you didn't
heal it from the pain of the past
I hope you realize that instead of
pulling the arrow out gently, You let
it break inside of me. And now you want
my heart back? No it's gone. I put it on a higher
shelf for those who truly care. If you want my heart back
you'll need a taller chair. My heart doesn't want you now**
My
he-
art
ne-
eds
so-
me-
one
el-
se
th-
at
do-
es-
n't
ca-
re
ab-
out
my
ug-
ly
st-
yle.
Oh
and
by
the
way
yo-
u'll
ne-
ed
a
sh-
ar-
per
ar-
row
if
you
wa-
nt
to
pe-
ne
tr-
ate
my
sk-
in.
'c-
au-
se
now
my
bo-
nes
are
so-
lid
go-
ld
for
on-
ly
th-
os-
e
w-
**
me-
lt
my
he-
ar-
t.
so
dear
former lover
if you really care
find another person
who knows how to fall
for a heart breaker because
now I know w- hy it's called
falling in lov- e and why it's
called a crush. I really hope you
find a lover who's as gullible as you
love,
me
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Pai n voi ces b od ys c o r p s e s gu ilt hat re d ang er sad ness blo od gu ts ste nch de a th he ll peo ple ene mys all ies fam ily lov ed o n e s fri ends se arin g pa i n b r ok en b o nes to rtu re N O mer cy
men tal sani ty L O S T m in d br o k e n HIM I am HIM n o i c a nt b e ple as e just
ki ll M E?
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
I feel like mini Mario at castle uno when he defeats Little Koopa. You know how that feels right? Well, exactly like that.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
WE ÐIEŦħ
DAILҰ;
T㊉ BE REB㊉RN.
©BRANÐ㊉N NAGLEҰ
©L㊉NES㊉ME P㊉EŦS P㊉EŦRҰ
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
In Ancient Rome the Emperors ensured the populace were kept quiet,
With bloodied slaves to gawp at and a stomach filling diet,
Of bread and wine and spectacles before a baying crowd,
Soporific panaceas channelled the roars they were allowed.
But on Bulbaos’ house in Pompeii he wrote “Militat om nes”
Which in our simple modern tongue in an idiom he says
“I am just a lover but I know that I must fight”
His spray can was a chisel and he made his mark at night.
"… Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses."
Juvenal AD100
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
Hang these flags as you would have our heads
Trapped from snapshots of two men in one cot
And even when
They weren't lusting, sinning, thrusting
How is it that that is what the puzzle makes out to be
One was terrified of the thunder and lightning
The other looking out for another
But as soon as you conjure up the word brother
All Hell breaks loose and the Chruches scream
Even when the two long haired women tangle together
Scandalous and **** profits and party
Based on their bust size and hair length
Throw in the noun sister and you have a sold out show
Selective, seducing, masquerades and markets
Like we are some animals bound to your chain
Cut along my veins and hold me to the light anf read me
Etched among myself are the scriptures of the already spoken
And the nes who aren't there yet.
We cannot hold the right to complain or banter
if we were not out in the streets, protesting, saying.
And we've all be persuaded into believing it's a blue sky
Until someone walks up and says it's purple
And the churches will look it up in their books
But who has time now adays for reading?
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
Happy Mother's Day you ace...
It would be amazing if I got three wishes,
firstly I'd give all the hungry lots of food dishes,
then I'd ask for 100 trillion and distribute joy to myself & tons of other folk,
so there was happy in all that they spoke,
and causes of sadness wouldn't be anymore,
that's the first two chosen easy but when it gets to the third I'm not very sure.
I don't need to wish for charisma, I've got plenty of that,
I don't need to ask for head warmth in winter as I've got tons of great hats,
don't need to ask for a feline, I know Poppet the cat,
don't need to ask for higher tolerance to ***** I know my way around a bottle of ***
and certainly wouldn't want to ask for another Mum...
As I love the way that at a 100 miles an hour you often speak,
and when you go out a Weatherspoon's burger is high on you list of what to eat,
I love the way that if someone was thirsty you'd always offer a cup,
and if another was hurting you'd give a hand to help them up,
I love how your empathy is abundant and everywhere,
I love how with your kindness you always show care,
I love how you surprised me with a Super Nes on Christmas 92,
I love how you'd try to raise a smile in those that have few,
I love how you accept people just the way they are,
I love how in an ocean of light they still could find your star.
So I still need to work on the third wish, that is true
but always always always Mum, I love you!
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
Some people didn't like it, it's a game that certain people detest.
I'm talking about the NES game 'Castlevania II: Simon's Quest'.
I bought this game in 1989 on the last day of June.
I bought it 30 years ago today in the evening or late afternoon.
It's a game where you must discover things and go exploring.
Some people say it ***** but those are the ones I'm ignoring.
You have to go in castles and collect Dracula's body parts.
You have to collect his nail, eyeball, rib, ring and his heart.
You collect Dracula's body parts in order to **** him.
Certain people hate this game but I think it is a gem.
Before playing other Castlevania games, I played this one first.
Out of all of the Castlevania's made, it certainly isn't the worst.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
[2:05]
soakin'
in
mag
nes
i
um
um
um
um
thinkin'
bout
you
mmm
mmm
mmm
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
valentines day
alentines day
lentines day
entines day
ntines day
tines day
ines day
nes day
es day
s day
day
ay
ayyyy
ayyyyyyyy pizza rolls
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
Whether you know it or not, you murdered
Me. Or at least a version of me.
The me who flew off into those potentials
And maybe's and what if's
As if the only way forward was up.
He sought the greener pastures
Littered with your name and played
The game of same-nes(s)-cessary
Action only to find an oblivion
Of ambiguity.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC
Get carried away
Turn against the pillow
Sleeping on the sofa
Pretend you're in bed
Take it back to ten
Where you can pretend
The flashing blue and red
Connected to the police
Is coming from an NES
Coming through a CRT
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC