"pish" poems
I'm having a drink this here
at Space Bar in Pluto
and Martian Pete comes in
and sits beside me
and we talk, and we drink
Full of loyalty
and pride, as a human
(and patriotism included)
I tell the Martian:
*"In 1969
We humans put a man on the moon"*
"Pish! " says the Martian
*"We sent a team
to the Sun
Earth Year 1959"*
"Oh, " I say to the Martian
*"The Sun would have burned
your team of Martians! "*
"Pish! " retorts the Martian
*"You stupid Earthlings!
We sent them to the Sun at night"*
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 1:46 AM UTC
Dish on it gwib
**** on my bib
From the bib dribbled a slibular fib
A glandular ****
A rugged soghard
A pish-po-dish get it wet
Pish po dib, gwib, flib
flippy pippy whip slick
The tick slipped wicked from the slippy drib
Michael Jordan basketball
New Kix,
Box of
Got it three-ninety-nine in the aisle
Put it on the box of it did it
Why didn't I do it?
Did it.
Sock hard the block guard
The twiss'ed grits
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
squidgy swish squish pish posh peeled pretend I don't dingo ding **** diddled dod dead dig stick still silent silence screaming softly silly
.....SOUP
pretend I don't
pretend to fly
dreaming and flying
dreaming
rêver de vous
diving in the deep end
rêver de vous
walking under an
umbrella patterned umbrella
rêver de vous
fly
fly
fall
sky
rêver de vous
rêver de vous
and always eating chocolate
rêver de vous
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
The little bones of clouds
I used to keep; Lethargic Dynamos of odd begotten piccolos...
dainty mint of pish and tosh
a dandy lark
ellipse and farce, surpassing strange.
Are you then, a ' withering fiction ' ?
an addle carp of Cain's insurrection !
Or a less offensive Icarus
who hails from Sweden?
You, who sold me the bones of little clouds
and kept fair all frost and longing...
Hither go, encased in Larceny
a prince of deep wish
and ill-favored, disjoint Harmonies
Soiling Time... Adrift-
Our mad Geppetto
in waning light
But not quite
as redeemed.
For Hell's Bells have brushed
the tips of my wings
and I'm off -
and aloft
And away.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
*******
that pish and tosh that people bash out and post
at most
it's barely legible.
Quite incredible really that one would waste his or her time pounding on the keyboard just to post another rhyme or two
but
it's what I do to alleviate the stress
I might be creating somewhat of a mess in other's minds but I don't mind at all and if you don't read
I won't bleed
I'll just write something else.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
Get rid of them all,
We do not need these vermin with their rituals and ceremonies,
Pish posh their just a waste of money,
We spend our dollars to "conserve" culture,
Why,
When we have pride in our own,
Throw the beasts out,
Let us alone rot in our culture,
While the world prospers and grows relations,
We promote our culture with pride,
Ensuring we establish our culture in the minds of all,
Abolishing the infection that reeks the minds of all who are not U.S.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Floundering on the brink
The rain storm
Emboldening
Flexing to break free
Go ahead and rain on me
Go and raise the streams
Go ahead and drain from me
Go and take my steam
Splish splash
Gonna change my ways
Pish posh
Better move out the way
Split splat
To the slip slap
This ...
To that
Thunder claps
After the fact
Gon have to pay
Gonna build my base
Goin to make my stay
Gone and done
Going to go away
Wait it out
For a sunny day
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
Here's a challenge for any poet out there...and a tiny bit of critique, on this site many of the poems are about the same subject, love, sadness, the blackness of life, suicide, hate for the life they are in, nature. And they are often times very general. What about something more specific, a moment, an event, a person,
Here's the challenge:
Find one of your favorite poets and pick a poem you like by them. Look at the subject matter and write a poem of your own using the same or a similar subject matter. Leave your poem in the comments section...
Here's my poet and poem i picked:
The Morning Baking
Grandma, come back, I forgot
How much lard for these rolls
Think you can put yourself in the ground
Like plain potatoes and grow in Ohio?
I am **** sick of getting fat like you
Think you can lie through your Slovak?
Tell filthy stories about the blood sausage?
Pish-pish nights at the ****** in Detroit?
I blame your raising me up for my Slav tongue
You beat me up out back, taught me to dance
I'll tell you I don't remember any kind of bread
Your wavy loaves of flesh
Stink through my sleep
The stars on your silk robes
But I'm glad I'll look when I'm old
Like a gypsy dusha hauling milk
by Carolyn Forché
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
My heart was always
in the wrong place.
The things that didn’t
matter at all,
I gave them my all.
I wasted so much energy on
useless pish.
Terminal friendships.
Unsalveagable projects.
Lost causes.
I used up so much of my time,
hoping that I could fix them,
like a lost child
trying to stop a burning house.
A stranger stuck outside in the rain
without an umbrella or a jacket.
But sometimes, you just have to
put the water bucket down,
stop looking for shelter,
and give up.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
It was a cloudy sky
Drizzle had just stopped softly
On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky
As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly
I stopped my car before that hotel
where sometime I used to visit for coffee
during my return from office, to home to dwell
Being pose area, side of it were shops selling toffee
I gone straight to that beggar
Enquired what he may desire to eat
He was holding one bit of an used cigar
Face to face, he was not willing to meet
I used to treat deserving beggar with food of his choice
Someone will ask for a particular dish
But this man didn't even raised his voice
Repeatedly I failed when I tried to ascertain his wish
Finally the shopkeeper guided and coded
saying he wanted only a matchbox to light his cigar
When I tried hard to get, every shopkeeper just eluded
As the increased anti-tobacco canvassing had worked clear
The beggar rejected money as well any dish
His world gets filled with just a matchbox
He stood firm and let me only to pish
As I too never keep such item in my toolbox
He loitered and left the place, helpless
Upset with this, I too lost my interest to eat
I also left without eating, as I became useless
Even in bed, with this thought, I felt my heartbeat
I get delighted to treat deserving beggars, stomachful
Or else with alms, to their handful
But above failure led me sorrowful
As I could not be fairly useful
It is the beggar who gives me a chance to serve
Of course, I had heartfully attempted and offered
Altogether, I sincerely strained everyone of my nerve
But he neither cared my efforts nor allowed to be adored
This miserable failure mows me miserably for the past two years
More so, whenever I used to cross that place every day
True to say, my eyes were about to cloud with tears!
What woes remain more for my heart to say?
Copyrights reserved
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
I’d like to make a wish.
Do I get a wish or is
Society taking a pish?
I wish some people used mouthwash
By the gallon every week
Because they reek.
And, I am not talking bad
No, I am sad to say
They take my breath away
And make me **** in
Like I am hitting good ****
They really need to brush
Then floss, then swoosh.
Or, I could kick them in the toosh
And scream in their face
“You’re a disgrace!
Surely you don’t kiss your mother
With that breath that could smother
And render her gasping
Grasping for one more breath
Before her death from asphyxiation.
So, for the betterment of the nation,
Your state, county, city and block
I give your forehead a knock
Saying ‘Hello! Something died in there!”
So, when you go in there, to the john
Don’t make yourself gone
Until you have poured something in
That fetid **** above your chin;
Something that will **** the bugs
You got from too many drugs,
Too much crap and too little good.
I’m sure if you tried, you could
Free us from this stench.
Take the mouthwash off the bench
And put it into play
For the sake of the team.
No, this isn’t a dream.
I’m really saying it.
No sense downplaying it.
It’s not outrageous at all.
It’s a wake-up call.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
She's gone-
My medicine had thus enchanted her.
Her darkened brain becomes a slave
To the hot pangs of hysteria
And those violet tears hang on her face, like vines of Wisteria.
But, alack!
The bogey man is coming to sweep the streets
And with his blood-curdling presence
He brings his seven princes;
Heosphoros leads the way and severs
My lady's vagus with his impale morning star.
I hear weeping- is something emerging, from the molten sea of infierno? Pish! She now kneels before
The shrine of Mammon and pleads
'Heavens forfend! I must seek the ash
Path to prosperity and pretend!'
My lady's face no longer beholds
That youthful dew and that
Ethereal pigmentation of her visage.
No, no she has become achromic,
Anaemic, artic...
...I embosomed her in my arms
Tried minerals, drugs, spirits; hymns
Yet she has exchanged mortality with
Immortality: and has pleased only the Night Deity.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
Valentine's day for a feminist?
Is it really taking the pish?
She's far too busy burning her bra to bother opening her cards.
Send her flowers, if you dare and hope they aren't Nigerian
Fields of blooms tended to, by oppressed enslaved women you stupid fool.
Chocolates is another risky venture because she's environmently friendly!
She likes orangutans more than you and palm oil harvests just not good.
So think before you send her flowers, you could end up disembodied or at best like Morrisey
and not daffodils shoved where the sun ain't been.
Chocolates are far to risky and cards could lead to fists of furry.
As for **** underwear or things that buzz that are just for her?
Send her them if you dare and god forbid don't ask her to wear them.
She will tie you up with pantyhose ram the tickler up your nose
The handcuffs may become of use, to keep you still as she gets her shovel!
So on the 14th don't take a risk
Say **** all and just play safe
Just smile and don't go anywhere near
Where other fools once tried and paid dear
For under her patio there is still space, that puts a smile on the feminists face.
If I disappear after this you know where to look
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
by my count?
eight knuckles;
and two folded thumbs;
i can't believe i have to
make language thought,
worthy to cushion
the violence, in the language
said, and then acted upon;
there's seems to be no bravery
for speaking in public these days:
people have seemed to
have forgotten the "pleasure"
in thinking;
and by any danes' state of
affirming the maximum economy
utilisation of a maxim...
there's more freedom in thinking,
than there ever will be...
in speaking, and defending that
sort of "right"...
you have a right to think,
and use up the pacifist canvas of a
blank page...
amendement 0...
the freedom to think, and to have no
need to transcend the mental realm
and, utilise calories,
worthy of a worthwhile engagement
in a pish-poor reengagement in
the socratic, long lost and forgotten
art of dialectics;
if plato would be to have woken
up yesterday... dialectics to him
would be a single expression:
why are they shouting over each other?!
people want to rekindle the concept
of dialectics... but in a language base
that employs no diacritical utilisation...
no wonder they're going to succumb
to mob rule... no diacritical inspection...
no dialectics; just mob rule...
and the "sharpest" idiot shouting
the loudest, but hopefully, the least;
it's just that, the argument for
the need for free speech...
it's like the little dogs barking too much...
and little dogs do bark too much...
you want to hear a rottweiler bark?
oh sure... you can stomach a poodle's bark...
come... let's have a riot...
and hear a rottweiler bark.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
If I could sleep until tomorrow
Then I’d be fine
But I couldn't be bothered
The way today is designed
Too pish
Too posh
Too easy to slip
Right back to dreamland is my only wish
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC
At ringend on june sixteenth nineteen hundred and four
Molly opens her door
and Literate Leopold plonks his kosher black pudding into her hand
Isn't it grand
to be remembered this way?
Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children
Searching for meat on O'Connel streeet that has the tang of scented *****
The well known literate degenerates
long to have their hot-dogs stroked by baaaaaaaaaarnacles
whilst sellin' knick-nack Paddywackery of dear old ***** dumpling
How do they walk with her sausages
and inner organs of beasts and fowls?
their shanks ****** dry of whuskey on Denny's big breakfast show
Well **** your **** With a flame-grilled
samuel
becket burger
and a side order
of oscar wilde fries
"warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yeilded amid rumpled clothes.
Whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments.
Armpits oniony sweat .
Fishgluey slime.
Feel!
Press!
Crushed!
Sulphur dung of lions
Young! Young!
In the petri-
Pish
Pish
Pish
Dish
spitoon culture
the illiteraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaati
hold a party
"I'm a tiny tiny thing
Ever flying in the spring
Round and round a ringaring
Long ago I was king
Now I do this kind of thing
On the wing, onnnnnnnn the wing!"
Bing!
Professor Latelate Lateshow Late review
Was talking to ME…….. about yew
What do yew think of that aesthetic crew?
The opal hush poets?
The master mystiks?
The wanz thit
*** to me
in the sma' oors
o the mournin'
tae ask aboot
plains o consciousness?
They're all Barbers, says he, from the Black Country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses!
In Dublin's fine city
Where the wine bars are pretty
You can't find an ashtray
You must smoke alone.
Isn't it grand
To be remembered this way
Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children?
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
So I Was Told The Other Day ...
That ... CERTAIN Things I Had To Say ...
REALLY Were NOT ... " NECESSARY " ... !!!!!
Did I Say Something SCARY Is Now ALL I Can Think ... !?!
But TRUTH Be Told ... The Answer's NO ... !!!
Because Here's The Thing ... !!!
I Merely EXPLAINED With ... MUCH RESTRAINT ... !!!
That Promises Made Had NOT Been Kept ... !!!
So My Wordplay ... Is Because I'm VEX ... !!!
If They'd Come CORRECT ...
There'd Be NO STRESS ...
What Do People Expect ... ?!?
That You Will Stay Cool Be CALM And COLLECT ... !!!
Your Thoughts When You Have PAID These FOOLS ... ?!?
These Days I DO ... !!!
But It's NECESSARY For Me To SPEAK My PIECE ... !!!!!
Which Is Where This Story Takes A TURN ...
And Where Allegory ... Now FILLS These Words ...
See It's NEVER Necessary When Things Get HEAVY ... !?!
Because Movements ... AREN'T STeaDy ... !!!!!
From Mister ... " EVER READYS " ...
Who CLEARLY LACK The Belly ...
To STOP Shaking Like JELLIES ... !!!!
"Oh, can you pay me some money now ?"
"But you've always said, I shouldn't talk about ?"
"That was before I saw the flaws
of being, ****** by those on boards !"
"Okay man cool, you've done for me, so i'll do for you !"
See There's MUCH Allegory Within THIS Story ... !!!
Hidden Truths That Give You PROOF ...
That What IS Necessary ... Is Being ASTUTE ... !!!
And Doing What You're ... SUPPOSED To DO ... !!!!!!!
WITHOUT ..................................... " Excuses " ......
Because The TRUTH Is ...
Nowadays .... That EXHIBITS Looseness .... !!!!!
Is THAT ... " NECESSARY " ... ?!!!?
Being Away With The Fairies ... !?!
I Find THAT To BE ... SCARY ... !!!
So NOW I'm ... ALWAYS WARY ... !!!
When People SWITCH And SHOW A GLITCH ... !!!!!
That REPEATEDLY ... They DO NOT FIX ... ?!!!?
But YET ...
STILL They're QUICK ...
To Say Your Commentary ...
Just ... " IS NOT NECESSARY ! " ...
When You EXPOSE THEIR PISH' ... !!!
Where Do People NOW Get OFF ... ?!?
With Wrong and STRONG As Their Theme Song ... ?!?!?!?
When It's CLEARLY WRONG ...
To Try To Make Them ... " Get Along " ... ?!?
It's Such A SHAME When Peeps' REFRAIN ...
From Being STRAIGHT UP ....
And Doing The Stuff That's CLEARLY DUMB ... !!!!!
Like TRYING To RUN Their STUPID GUMS ... !!!
To COVER Flaws WITHIN Their Jaws ...
That SLOWLY GNAW RIGHT To Their CORE ... !!!!!
CONFRONTATION's Part of LIFE ... !!!
When Things YOU DO Bring Others ... STRIFE ... !!!!!
DON'T EVEN TRY ... !!!
When You Start MESSING WITH Mans' Mind .....
Get To CONFESSING Before You FIND ...
Yourself In A BIND That You DON'T LIKE ... !!!!!!
But .....
DON'T Think THESE Types CANNOT Be ... " Nice " ... !!!
SOME Are Cool And DON'T BREAK The Rules ...
For QUITE Some Time ...........................................................
BELIEVE ... It's True ... !!!
But When You FIND Their CRIMES REWIND ...
It's Time To Make Moves And Say ............. GOODBYE ......... !!!
And KEEP It Moving With ... NO BRUISING ... !!!!
EXCEPT Of Course ... INSIDE The Minds ...
of Those I Now Call ... " Mr. SLIMES' " ... !!!!!
We ALL EXPOSE From Time to Time ...
That Part of Our Bones Where SLIME Resides ... !!!
But TRUTH Be TOLD ... It NEEDS To DIE ..... !!!!!!
As Does The Talk of Types That REALLY Should NOT FLY ... !!!!!!
These SUCKERS Should Be ... WARY ...
Cos' They KNOW In Truth That It's Their Moves ...
That Just ... AREN'T ...
..... " NECESSARY " .....
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC
Ten miles of white air: mentholated space
ignited by the sun. The pea-soup fog
becomes a crystal mist, reveals earth's face
unshadowed, though the birds we catalogue
are silhouettes and we are blackened sticks
with muddy boots, like lumps of coal on snow.
Enormous soul, or tiny? Take your pick.
I had to go behind a bush you know,
and saw the winter grasses curling, gray,
like frozen fireworks waiting just for me
to witness their patterned, subtle display.
I pish a bit but no birds do I see.
I'm happy anyway. I've seen the earth
and know that every moment is its birth.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
I was talking to a friend last night, it was idle, beery chat
Footy and his sports car and other simple things like that
We talked about computers and why his was always pish
And also, in the world today how they’re so ubiquitous
He said he was frustrated as his always let him down
She never works, he stated, with a personal pronoun
I said hold on a minute, could you please explain to me
Why use a gender pronoun? Why define as he or she?
He explained it was a woman. It makes irrational demands
That only its creator can truly understand
It’s always talking in the background and I don’t know the code
So sometimes without warning it will randomly explode
It remembers everything I’ve done; I think that this is evil
And this gets me into trouble with its unforeseen retrieval
And as soon as you have got one you then get a big surprise
As you have to shell out weekly keeping it accessorized
Happy with this logic I got up to buy more beer
The barmaid wasn’t happy and she made that fairly clear
I heard that conversation and your friend is talking *****
Okay I said. I’m listening. So tell me what is right
Like a man, you want a good one, but you have to wait for years
But as soon as you’ve committed a better model then appears
They’re supposed to make things easy and minimise mayhem
But half the time the problem to be solved was caused by them
They are full of useless data and they can’t think on their own
When you get one you’re excited, that is until you get it home
They never tell how you look in your favourite little dress
And they are easy to manipulate if you know just where to press
It is good to have a backup because the main one can go wrong
And you won’t get their attention until you turn them on
And no matter what they tell themselves when they have their little chatters
Like certain other things in life its how big they are that matters
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC