"pfff" poems
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by nothingness...the mind's rapping gavel...
order in its courtroom has been silenced.
A bird overtakes that space where its
flapping wings will make noise, or not--
the mind thinks itself subtle in its death throes.
Pfff...word...pfff...pfff...words--the Light of
consciousness is on...who's home should
acknowledge an interchangeable residence.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
if you read
enough
Bukowski
eventually find out
about his deep
and serious affair
with the feline
species,
one that he
kept up
probably
from the day
he got old
to the
day
he finally
went kicking
into
death
it’s really something
completely out of
character for him and
I think he knew it too
cats?
come on
what happened
to the tough-cut,
bar-fighting
drunk we all
know and
love?
off with his cats?
pfff
but its true
and,
really,
it’s less surprising
than you might
think
I think he respected
them
their calm
ways,
their toughness,
their ability
to come back
from anything and
never even look
scared
that’s what he saw,
he saw himself,
he saw some tough
******* and
they didn’t even
show it
he respected that
I respect that
and when the toughest
one of them all died
I think Buk saw himself
for a moment
cats,
you crazy
sons of
bitchs,
I swear you
know more than
any of us
men
and I salute you,
and I’m sure Buk
does too,
you delicate creatures
go take a nap
you understand more
than all of
humankind
simply by sitting
in the
sun
waiting
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
I stand alone, a loner I am thinking I am a loner
completely I stand still,
totally alone I think I am,
except for tree.
I like tree.
Watching this Tree;
I see it:
the leaves are green,
the bark is greyish-brown kind of with a little lighter brownish
junk. A single leaf flutters
down to the ground place
like the little moth in Lord of the Rings.
I like that movie.
The little leaf touches the ground
without a sound it goes “pfff”
I am sad inside my mind brain
not knowing why it did
this.
Oh well.
It doesn’t matter.
The beauty of the tree is not lost, however
it remains within me all of the day.
Beauty that cannot be broken,
cannot be remade,
cannot be undone.
I do like tree.
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 9:27 AM UTC
Cash Rules Everything Around Me. Ayyyyeee
I HATE that s***
It can't buy me love
It can't buy me happiness
Can it buy back the lives
Of those have finally went
Home to the other side?
It doesn't grow on trees.
I believe that's a **** lie!
Never even question why
the sadness comes
Sometimes, I don't even know it's happening!
There's many ways to skin a potato.
But ya know, I am old fashioned.
Tomatoe. Tomato. Another bottle.
You can't drink away the trouble and sorrow.
As if there's no tomorrow!
The sins of our nature
Is our biggest threat to our nation
Along with this *******
Having issues with immigration!
Pfff. Land of the free...
But most of us can't afford patience!
That's nothing compared to
The net worth of YOUR life
is only a small loan of a few bucks.
I trust a lot, things but **** a stimulus!!!
.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
they all gathered around to hear
the little girl sing
and she seemed so happy
about it
she had to cry first
But they wouldn't dare join her in her
cry and instead cheered and
urged her to carry on
Sing
And she opened her mouth
to sing
but her mouth was wrong
in as far as singing went
broken
askew
defective
And she kept on singing
and they smiled brightly and dared
not flinch as she sprayed their
faces with spit
but eventually her mother started crying
and father embraced mother and
guided her red face against his
chest and started crying as well
and buried his red face in her hair
Our daughter is so talented
Oh God, oh dear God, so talented
And they began to pray
silently
and the aunt prayed she won't have
to name the song the little girl was singing
Oh God...
And the little girl went
pffff pfff brrr wa pfff chhh pff
with her swollen tongue between the
deformed lips
and surveyed the crowd and wondered
why her cousin wasn't present
Well, it was his loss
somehow he always got grounded
before her concertos
What an idiot
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
atrapado por grietas en tu iris
oquedades en marte
observado sin sol
separados entre la torpeza en sus pupilas
tenue timidez
en un jardín
distantes
encontramos nuestra correspondencia
figuras nunca resueltas
caricias sin nombre
vaciar un eterno cenicero
aun así
no regresaría
&
como el otoño
amar es incondicional
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the tattooed bird and keep goin'
I don't take crap from no one.
I have integrity
I have feelings
I had dreams.
My morals went (pfff) when I heard of Tantra.
I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just swirl 'em Baodings and keep goin'
I don't take crap from no one
I was caring
I was loving
Now I am traumatized
And hateful
I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just kick their tantric ***** and keep goin'
I don't take crap from no one
I had friends
I had hopes
But those pervert
Monks.
I'm a yakuza!
'Cause every time I write a from time to time
These people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a Yakuza !
I don't gotta say a word
I just get the sword, chase and keep goin'
I don't take crap from no one
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
we are clumps of chaos
born to waste away
back into what made us
at the end of our stay
our brief coalescence
sentience we say
would be no less meaningless
without the words to describe it that way
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
Zou ik je ook zo mooi vinden
als ik je al had? Ik heb hoogtevrees,
wil toch in het rad, lees
soms over blootstellingstherapie
ma bij mij werkt da nie
PFff
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
machines up till now never complained
Ah but soon if complaints are not met with satisfaction
- the machine may well take things and change them to suit their thinking..... and pfff nothing will ever be the same again.
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC