"ocassion" poems
Hate the holidays well I got one for you.
Dont have to follow no rules.
Just drink till ya drop.
To what's the ocassion still ya
havent a clue.
Hey there missy.
dont **** and moan just grab a pint
ya big *****
No need for a kleenex just wipe that blood off
on your sleeve.
Stoner slacker and poets unite for
it's Thanksgiving Eve.
No need to hang anything by the
chimney with care.
But it is a party so lets see your underwear.
Lets beat the holiday blues.
Hey who's drunk and horney?
Short skirts and thoose high heel shoes.
Crank that jukebox hey grandpa theres
no need to leave.
Cause everyone is included on Thanksgiving eve.
Hey amigo if we play are cards right.
we can stir enough **** to see a chick fight.
Hey whats going on upstairs God only knows.
It's not cheating just wrestling without any
clothes.
Hey who just cut a whole in the floor?
hey grandpa ya better watch that exotic woman
your dancing with.
Cause she's a woman with a little more.
Hey ya'll the cops are coming along with a swat
team so it's my cue to leave.
but like that fat ***** in a red suit I'll
return to bring ya another great Thanksgiving Eve.
Nov 25, 2009
Nov 25, 2009 at 8:21 AM UTC
the sun streams
through the curtains
in a cat sized patch
and there we find him
this connoisseur of apricity
stretched and flat
drinking of the winter day's
meager glory
tail flicking on ocassion
and one eye open..
to the possibilty
of bacon on the run.
he is now of the age,
where he needs warm
his bones ,
before he thinks of...
completing his yoga
and cleaning down there.
so the little blucat
has become a master
at fitting his body
into any sliver or ****
of winter sun ....
and is often found dozing.
..or as elliot claims,
contemplating the depth,
and meaning of his name....
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
You come to me with your problems.
And like a psychiatrist.
I tries to help you solve them.
I only advise.
It's up to you to decide.
You speak of things that was of your own making.
You offered up.
And found many takers.
They operate around see a fool.
Use a fool rule.
You're not the first.
And you won't be the last.
To place your trust in someone.
Who wasn't worth the trust?
What you do is build your confidence up?
And stay focus on what's important to you.
Place yourself first in things you do.
Least when you're sure folks out to hurt you.
I'm on advising.
Cause I'm not certified to guide your live at anytime.
Don't place up a blockade of isolation.
Just use wisdom during any ocassion.
I'm only advising.
It's up to you to decide.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 8:10 AM UTC
After Do Not Be Ashamed by Wendell Berry
Unashamed
You can mute yourself at will
Or find you've hit mute in error.
On ocassion you might find
someone has muted you.
You can go off camera.
Observe and listen.
Unseen, unheard.
Ocassionally waving in the hope
that you will be called upon
to contribute
to comment
on the wisdom of others.
And after a while, on realising that
you've gone unnoticed, unneeded,
you give yourself permission
to walk away,
to simply listen in
while making a cup of tea.
And after a while, you walk out,
to test your necessity
and you won't be surprised
to find it wanting.
But then
as you return.
as you choose candour,
bear your inward clarity
raise your yellow hand,
as you select unmute, unashamed
click camera, unashamed
and find room, find voice -
then a sure screen will rise
from the margins and their eyes
will seek you out
and the mic is yours.
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 4:10 AM UTC
Fall.
Run-down places are the nature of things
the decay that the gentrified smile of each city tries to cover up as trains move past them.
The empty strip mall, the mid-nowhere gas station, the vacant lots and bordered windows and all those hollow ruins for lease between the lights of the rented spaces we call home at night
So when you reply with silence as the answer I have no choice but to accept,
I think of an entire ghost town built on the sincerity of those run-down places where no one goes
And I go there, alone
not lonely,
if only to seek the company of the quiet truth that demands no explanation for why she left
or why I returned
to walk down each deserted lane from memory toward what I once called my hometown, my old stomping grounds
I ask if I am okay
with the absence and let the replies
come in echoes against the shell of my former house
carrying the sound of far-off ocean waves
maybe, a Rocky, sandless beach
in the Pacific Northwest
where we'll meet again someday
okay at last with the silence that comes from leaving everything behind and just going.
Rise.
Spring is you
reborn.
a re-learning of steps
needed to stand alone.
Spring is the water
from the sink that hits you between the eyes with the cold, hard fact that love dies
and you live on.
Spring is a face-off
with new realities
a rising to the ocassion as the weight of colder and darker days thaw off bent shoulders under the cleanse of April's first shower.
Spring is baptism.
Your re-newed steps pound the same pavement like falling petals this time around
And you remember, finally,
That you loves you
And you're forgiven when you did not.
You remember where it was you were going today
Spring is hello, good morning
Let's go for a coffee and talk
about what we dreamed
until we wake up
early enough to greet the brightness ahead.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
We rise,
on ocassion,
to drink the blood
of our brothers.
The original vampires
drink the blood of youth,
and bring about the
wandering
and
ill-placed
musings
of old age.
With bitterness
we control our own destinies,
it is not fate
that is cynical with luck,
it is us,
cynical because of fate.
When we take control,
finally
in the last days of men,
we will see compassion
for what it really was,
the Jesus,
the salvation,
the temptation
that we never wasted
our energy on.
I still think
that demons crowd the plains
of our thought,
like gazelles
waiting to be gorged upon.
Demons
keep us down,
keep us in the waterfall
of stupidity
and
self-loathing.
Don't look back,
the demons take control then,
they hold sway
when the juries of our souls
let them talk
without consequence.-
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
my throat was kinda dry.
my eyes blinked back grief
and "so soon"
seemed to be the only thing I could stammer out of the ocassion.
you were sad.
I knew it,
I could tell.
the hollow, casual sound of your voice
"no big deal
it doesn't change anything"
I guess I didn't brace myself well enough
Thats why everything crashed down on my head
we were crashing together.
so I was slow to pick up the pieces of your wreckage
and I had no clue what to do with mine.
I could'nt lose myself though
through the one-by-one pain
of having to say "keep in touch" to all your close friends
in such a short time span
I think you deserved to find me.
3 mintues on the phone
20 minutes until you leave
the broken face of your watch staring back at me
why would'nt it slow down for us?
rewind and take us back to our friends house
green grass, laughing, and kissing
things don't ever work that way though
You can only deal with it
and walk the rest of the miles when you crash
about 41 miles and 66 km
its not that bad love
just promise you'll wait for me
and won't mind my blisters when I get there.
.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
Drink with me, baby.
I know you want it badly.
But why did you look so worry?
When you know that it will makes you happy?
So, drink with me, baby.
For a while it is necessary,
for letting away your agony
and those thoughts of sanity.
So, drink with me baby.
Who cares about sins?
when all you can feel is pain?
and there is no happy things you gain?
And what if it was your only ocassion,
to left all your pain behind?
Drink with me, baby.
No pressure this time.
It is all your decison,
for choosing to bear all the pain
or to be happy for a while.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
My heart.
It lies, wherever you at?
My mind.
It lies, wherever you be?
I'm longing for you.
At night within my dreams.
My destiny is you.
Like a journey I wants to be apart.
You're that journey lingering in my heart.
I'm longing for you.
Destiny, I'm coming to you.
When?
That remains to be known.
Why?
Cause you're connected to my love inside.
If I'm going to travel.
There's going to be a reason to go.
And if you're by my side.
That would be just as nice.
For without you.
It would be a sad ocassion.
And I won't find any relaxation.
When I would be thinking of you.
My Destiny.
Yes, I'm longing for you.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
the unyielding flame roars alive, my body consumed
i look forward my resolve born a new once again
i look at this world with fresh hope and fresh zeal
once again i rise for in all of us lays a hero
i feel the call to rise up and to display my might
but alas in a world where people follow foolish ideas
not knowing the harm they cast with an innocent smile
yet again and again i shall rise to any ocassion nothing can repel
these flames i hold dear
i wish to be this worlds ally and in that i may become its greatest enemy
as the battle rages againa nd again in my mind i cannot find a sutiable tactic
and that is fine as long as my resolve stays strong i cannot be defeated
i shall power this world with a zeal unknown and most hidden
for when your darkest day comes call upon the tide of battle and i will show
for a hero is always late to battle
i may be villianised and attacked yet i will not yield i mustnt ever yield!
i will face anything that you cannot, i will not allow my heart to harden.
my heart will be my shield and although it will be beaten again and again
i will not be hisheartened i shall continue to rise to new hights
my path may not be of joy, however i will make it better for others i promsie so
allow me to bear your burdens, leave then behind and proceed i shall clear the way
my armour may be damaged my sword may have become dull but i will not yield
nothing shall place fear within me, nor shall i allow it to you
for those who cast harm upon this world i shall not permit it
for in the end i shall become a hero within this world
for a man like me there is no heaven because challenge is the prize i want
universe as your servant allow me to grow continuiously do not let my journey end
for when the final liberation comes i will return and although my mind may be wiped clear
my heart and my core will not change i am and forever will be a knight
and with that i peldge undying support
so now is the time to rise to take a stand to do what is right
for all things must face the light to grow, so grow with me brothers and sisters
i shall not leave any behind, but i will take the lead
for together we can cast what is right and in my death when it arrives
people will not have the right to say no hero existed
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
It's not that I hold my zeal in check.
It's always burning in my gut
coming out in different forms
as befits the ocassion:
compassion with tears,
generosity with wine,
challenge with disappointment,
each tempered with discernment,
watching my Father
and what's on his mind.
And yes, on this ocassion
that called for the grip of a whip,
for upset tables
and upset temple authorities.
They had taken their eye off their Father
and missed the whole point
of God's temple.
They had replaced prayer with profit.
I'm always zealous
and, yes, sometimes it's right
that I shout its fierce light.
Sometimes they need to be reminded
of just whose house this is.
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 8:45 AM UTC
Sound off.
One, two, three, four.
I love you more and more.
Sound off.
One, two, three,four.
There are things you need to know.
We should holler a little loud.
When the one we love is around.
We don't need no special ocassion.
Loving someone is a wild sensation.
So holler, with a sound off.
And watch the reaction to the situation.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
open your eyes ;
look at those smiles
step in to your life;
you're the next king to be pride
when you open your eyes
you could see those innocent lives
that stands in front of you
and waits for your ties
you're the steel man
you're the fresh breeze
you're the impossible
you're the ocassion
and your heart is the temple
and you're your leader
now,move on nobody can beat your goals
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC