"pong" poems
Ang ating tadhana'y sadyang pinagtagpo
Di ko nga malama't ako'y nalilito
Maging hanggang ngayong naging ikaw't ako
Nanatili pa ring tuliro isip ko.
Dati ay pangarap lamang kita mahal
Ngunit 'wag isiping ako'y isang hangal
Libre pong mangarap ng sariling dangal
Lalo pa't ikaw ang ibig kong matambal.
Kay sarap gunitain una nating usap
Di ko man lang pansin bilis niyong oras;
Sa muni-muni ko ikaw ay kaharap
Ibig ko'y magtagal mapahanggang bukas.
Sa bawat minuto't nagdaang segundo
Aking sinusubok perpil mo mahal ko;
Sa tuwing makita iyong litrato mo,
Di ko maiwasang kiligin ng husto.
Nang dahil sa Facebook, nakilala kita
Nang dahil sa Facebook, naging tayong dal'wa;
Ang ibig ko sana'y makatagpo ka na
Nang ikaw'y mayakap at makakasama.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
I heard the world's loudest **** today
It echoed round the town enough to say
*"I am a **** of great renown and fame,
I am a **** who's worthy of the name
Of* KING of FARTS!" Unthinkingly I sniffed
And, let me tell you, I have never whiffed
Aught so potent, dank and dread and foul
Blasted out from heaving human bowel
As that king of farts I smelled today
And which took my ******* breath away.
Who was the pumper of that putrid beauty?
How many curries in the line of duty
Had he consumed? It must have been a man -
No pong so strong ere blew from female can.
Can no one answer yet my urgent question:
And say who suffereth such dire indigestion?
O heavens! his torment must be something chronic.
Can no one subsidise a high colonic
Irrigation to prevent another
Noisier and more noisome than its younger brother?
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
At the most recent party I went to
I was only warm.
The complete opposite of what I wanted to feel.
And you said warm is ideal. Right?
And I said no. **** the middle.
I. Want. To. Burn.
From the kind of dancing that makes your back sweat
Hips swing
From the Afro Latin beats
Whine to the Caribbean dance hall music
Naturally stepping without getting stepped on.
Screaming in unison to the lyrics of a dumb top 40's song.
Breaking my back to some nasty reggaeton
Throwin it back to the 90's classic. OW!
Gettin intimate body to body in a tasteful salsa.
Baby baby baby you make me wana holla.
I want to sweat!
But no one's dancing.
There's too much beer pong.
And I'm warm,
Only from alcohol.
I'm leaving this party.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
trip up the island to see all the folk
monopoly, pong => pig 'n a poke
crystalline glass with dark bitter ale
Santa is looking a little bit pale
cherry red cheeks from a chilled chardonnay
one sailing wait for the talk of the day
drum sticks and dressing are the pick of the bird
chestnuts and brandy for gravy being stirred
brussels and taters are pulled from the bake
pears in the salad bring memories of Jake
sparks from the fire with rich amber glow
grey hair and wrinkles will come...don't you know?
gingerbread man with a white icing smile
candy cane schnapps (with its seasonal style!)
pine cones and tinsel that cover the tree
carols are humming from churches and streets
cold winter nights are the best of the year
chocolate and eggnog await with good cheer
a heavy thick fog approaches the sound
the comforts of Christmas, with joy all around!
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
VERSE 1
Another year has come and gone,
I realize now that I was wrong,
For ******* at you way too long,
Blaming you for us not getting along,
Arguing with you until dawn,
We go back and forth just like ping-pong,
About all of the crazy conclusions I've drawn,
Now it's eggshells we are walking upon,
I hate that you are distant and withdrawn,
I'm trying but it's so hard to be strong,
I know that with you is where my heart belongs,
I'm reminded each time I hear our song,
This feeling is one I wish I could prolong,
Your love is a drug, I love to be on.
HOOK
It's hard for me to say, but I'm addicted to loving you,
Always chasing my next fix, you are what I pursue,
I need to feel your high, I need to have you close,
I just want to fill up on your love, so I can overdose.
VERSE 2
Baby you know you are my everything, my high when I am low,
You pick me up when i am down, I can't let you go,
You really are the best thing, that I have ever found,
When I'm with you i feel like I'm ten feet off the ground,
Nothing can compare to you, babe you are the best,
But when I'm too far away from you, I turn into a mess.
To the point I will do anything to feel your caress,
And rub my hands across your bare chest,
I don't know why I do this, a different side of me emerges,
When you get me alone and I give into my urges,
Since I had a taste I'm craving you and no one else,
It's obvious I'm strung out, all my friends say I need help.
(HOOK)
VERSE 3
We've been staying up too late,
This addiction I'm growing to hate,
My mind is fuzzy I can't think straight,
I've even started to lose weight,
When you penetrate me we levitate,
I'm elevated, my pupils dilate.
I try to slow down, gradually wean,
Myself off of the magic inside of your jeans,
But hard as I try I can't break the routine,
I'm beginning to think I'll never stay clean.
(HOOK)
BRIDGE
I'm addicted to your love, though it's tough to admit,
This habit is one I'm not sure I can quit.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
My mind is playing tricks
flipping into reverse,
all is static,
I'm frantically sadistic.
I'm on the grind,
shit's grinding my gears,
you say my name like it's sounds I made up
even in our sheets we're ****** up.
The rat race isn't a race,
but a triathlon
we aren't athletes,
we're just dragging our feet along,
no ping to life's pong,
this is a poem
'cause I can't write songs.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
GABI (Night)
Ayan nanaman si araw,
iniwan nanaman niya ako.
Tinapos nanaman niya
ang maghapon sa paglubog.
Tinanggal nanaman niya
ang liwanag sa paligid ko.
At iniwan nanaman niya akong
nakatanaw sa malayo, sa tabi ng bintana,
minamasdan ang pagpasok ng dilim,
hinahanap ang buwan at mga bituin.
Ang tanawing ito ang nagpapa-alala sa akin
na “There is always light, even in the darkest times”.
Kasabay ng pagpasok ng dilim
ang pagtulo ng luha sa mga mata ko.
Nasaan si Paulo? ang tanong ko sa sarili ko.
Hinahanap ko nanaman siya,
sa tuwing sasapit ang ganitong oras.
Kailan ko kaya siya ulit makikita?
Kailan kaya kami ulit magkakasama?
Lumipas nanaman ang isang maghapon
na hindi ko nasilayan si Paulo.
Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata ng mariin,
kasabay pa rin ang mga munting luha
na patuloy lang sa pagpatak habang
iginuguhit ko ang kanyang mukha sa aking isipan,
habang ninanais ko na mahawakan
ang kanyang kamay sa sandaling iyun.
Nangiti na sana ako, kaso pagdilat ko,
ako lang pala mag-isa ang nandito, at
kathang isip ko lang ang lahat.
Napabuntong hininga ako ng napakalalim,
at sa paglabas ko ng hangin sa aking katawan
naisipan ko nalang na pumikit ulit at manalangin.
“Ama, kung anuman po ang Inyong
ginawang plano sa amin ay Siya pong masusunod
at malugod ko pong tinatanggap.
Alam ko po na may magandang dahilan ang lahat
ng nangyayari sa amin na ayon sa Inyong kagustuhan.
Ang dasal ko lang po ay Nawa sana
tulungan Ninyo kaming makita at malaman
ang dahilan ng lahat ng ito.
Bigyan Ninyo kami ng lakas ng loob at sapat
na pananampalataya upang kumapit pa,
huwag sumuko at hawak kamay na harapin
ang pagsubok na ito. Hayaan Nyo po kaming
patuloy na manalangin, gawing sandalan ang isa’t-isa,
at gawin Kayong sentro ng aming pagmamahalan
sa kabila ng lahat. Amen. ”
At tuluyan ko ng ipinikit ang aking mata
sa pagtulog, nagbabakasakaling kahit
sa panaginip man lang ay mahagkan ko siya at makasama.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
in the year 2462 those with nails protruding from their palms
will talk in ancient tongues
& sway the tribes of men to eternal love,
& endless ammunition
of the soul.
spiritus.
kin, galactic
& the golden fire.
throb the saga of man,
into hip ****** illusions and combustive color schematas.
we bury our dead in flower clippings
or skull bits.
[skateboarding rises as the highest form of intellectual sport]
thrum and plum-bum the sewers of electric babylon.
hive city reaching past gasp and wasteland,
her lips ruinous.
cement slabs and coils of fault with
vast artistic possibilities.
these skate-lords from their heaps, their clans, augmenting
& rattling bone masks
grinding themselves into meat-bit heroics
& death.
their teeth are yellowy awoken.
this is all seen globally,
via tele-cast-com-core-mind-warp-tech.
or video.
dreams impact reality
impact dreams
in such
that the cathode cortex filter, invented circa 2222,
evolves into a demi-god, a solar charged demon of unlimited knowledge.
& it mutates the psychosphere of our mainstream public mind
with countless projected memories.
[streamed alternate realities]
fills the belly and the brain,
but all those unhooked are skating.
sweet meat market.
ghost harddrives.
poor leftovers called children of the once-was-men
& their poolside parties.
they leap the rubble of centuries old plastic icons,
their boards, their weapons, their seeds and spit.
they hang chains from their necks
& spew black flame from their sunshaded boot-click
lickings.
they drink from large bottlesof elixer distilled
on old flowers
& worship archaic cassettes.
cults of cyborg women with gem-tipped-blade-additions
carve wooden planks from
groves of great oaks.
great oaken powers.
their creators chew gummies and bend time
to uphold
a proposed history of perfection.
they master pong from their crystalline towers,
& hire mathematicians to write
conceptual skate-deck algorithms,
solely for fun.
non-profit.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
I came here for a vacation
i didnt expect to meet you.
But now you got my attention,
And id like to get to know you.
You’re pretty
you’re fun
and you’re kind.
I dont know if ur gay or straight but the way you act got my attention.
And i guess i could say,
i like you.
You helped me in San Juan when i was walking way up front, u didnt know u helped me cuz u thought i was sleepy since it was 3am.
You didnt know that when you placed ur hand on my back then held my hand,
it helped me & snapped me out of what was happening inside me.
Iv liked u since i met you that night.
I like how fun you are.
I liked when u played beer pong & when u danced at thw party we went to.
And for some reason when you blew me a friendly kiss last night as u said hi,
it made me warm inside,
made me happy.
i know you see me as just a friend
& i see u the same way but also as a crush…
I hope we hang a lil more before i leave.
you’re fun to be around.
So can i get to know you?
& you can get to know me too :)
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
Matapos ang bawat kanta ng aming pwedeng kantahin
Dasal na alay para sa mga taong may ilaw na bilog sakanilang ulo
Hihinga ako ng malalim
Ngunit di maaalis ng aking paghinga ang kaba at takot sa aking dibdib
Tubig at bolpen lang laman ng aking bag
Sa pagdarasal
Alam kong hindi sapat ito para ako’y manatili sa aking kinalalagyan
At tulad ng aking dalangin
Naghihintay ang aking ina sa ibaba
Sa kanyang puso at mata
Dama ko ang kanyang pagmamakaawa
“Bigyan niyo po kami ng awa”
“Maawa po kayo”
Rosaryo, rosaryo, rosaryo, rosaryo, rosaryo
Rosaryo sa Huwebes
Rosaryo na aming kailangan sabihin sa wikang ingles
Siguro sa aking pagdarasal ng rosaryo ng malakas
Ay maawa sila saamin
Masakit man ang tuhod sa pagluhod
Hindi pa rin nito maalis ang takot at kaba sa aking puso
“Alam ko pong hindi sapat ang aming dala”
Ang Ikalimang Misteryo ng aking pagmamakaawa
“Pero sigurado po na ako’y may alam”
Naghihintay ang aking ina sa ibaba
Nananalangin na sana’y hindi niya ako isama sa kanyang pag-uwi
Matapos man ang mga Misteryo ng Rosaryo
Alam kong hindi pa tapos ang aking kalbaryo
Dahil ilang minuto na lang alam kong tatawagin na aking pangalan
“Maawa po kayo”
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Hindi maaalis ng lamig ang pagpawis ng aking mga kamay ng buksan ko ang pinto
At sa ibaba, nakita ko agad ang aking ina
Itinaas ko ang aking kamay
Sabay ng kanyang pagngiti
Ako’y mananatili
Hindi na niya kailangang mag-alala
Magsisimula na ang aming pagsusulit
At kailangan kong pumasok na
© 2019 B.L.
All Rights Reserved.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
Concerned,
my wellbeing doesn’t come into it
neither does my wife’s;
but worried I am,
for my children’s future,
my children children’s future
and for my great, great grandchildren too.
I listen with horror,
I watch and shudder,
I read and feel misery;
when the wind blows,
because time enough at last,( or is it?),
I gaze at the old man in the cave,
with a little peace and quiet,
will it be shelter skelter?
Are we in quarantine?
Chosen?
For a new place, alas, Babylon
with perhaps Dr Strange Love?
Maybe there is no soul
within the man,
unless the balanced man became unbalanced,
what reason has a man got,
(even if he’s people are suffering from punishment),
To justify such actions?
Perhaps Pak Pong-ju is not a man,
Could he be God’s apprentice
God’s messenger
God’s terminator,
to emulate ***** and Gomorrah or Pompeii?
Why should we shoot the messenger?
If this is the case
then truly I should be concerned,
my wellbeing doesn’t come into it
neither does my wife’s;
but worried I am,
for my children’s future,
my children children’s future
and for my great, great grandchildren too.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
-------------------Panginoon,,ano po kaya
---ngayong bagong umaga
-------kakaharapin kong tadhana
---------gitna po ba?kanan?o kaliwa?
ganun pa man,,susundan ko ang tamang daan
sa ESPESYAL na ARAW at sa buong maghapon
nais ko lang po ngayon MAGPASALAMAT !
sa INYO AMA,,,sa biyaya nyo pong AGIMAT.
nang dahil sa isang
katahimikan,,nabuo
ko ang isang kasabihan
walang mga paa na makakahakbang nang hindi muna _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
mag-uunahan
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
It's been a while.
Since I wrote a poem.
But not since I wrote about you.
I write about you all the time.
Every once in a while,
I forget why.
Then I remember why.
I remember you,
Or I see a picture.
I see your blond hair.
Your blue eyes.
You're the reason I have a type.
I think of your adventure,
And your shyness,
And your varying range of emotion.
I think of all these
Random memories,
Floating around in my head.
Like ping pong.
And capture the flag.
Like long flaring lights and computer bags.
Like fire escapes,
And hiding under tables,
Like missing you in winter with eyelashes like a fable.
Like long walks in the dark,
And hidden dark handkerchiefs with white polka dots.
Like plaid checkered jackets, even when it's hot.
Like cargo shorts and a white fedora.
Gathering under the arch like it's an agora.
Hiding that handkerchief between the flora.
God, I miss you more and more.
Months til I see you,
I'm down to only a few before.
I almost can't wait,
It makes me feel sad.
The fact that I'd leave,
Just like that.
Just so I could see you again.
It's Valentine's Day
And I'm here without you.
And I wish more than anything,
For that to not be true.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
when made a designated drinker
for a designated driver.
when stomaching stale pabst
and rationed sweet cider.
when frat boys fulfill
stereotypical homophobia.
when twenty grade A reds
can't last me longer than a dream.
when old man nightclub and triple kills
usurp the crown of moderation.
when you fall asleep
with so much in your blood to spill
like beans,
or milk not worthy of tears,
and i keep a loom in my heart
where i weave a string of everyone
[with myself]
and every fray in warp or weft
is mimicked by the splinters
shuttled to my hand.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Ping Pong World Champ Andrew Baggaley,
Wow that lad can really play.
Dethroned the “King” who came from Russia,
Then 1966d that kid from somewhere near Prussia.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
Life can be painless
Provided there is sufficient
Peacefulness
For a dozen or so rituals
To be repeated simply
Endlessly
Your genius does not fail you
It allows you to understand the
Truth of the situation;
Which makes you--at times--
more tragic than ever
And your genius,
like all geniuses
Suffers periodic fits
of monumental
naïveté
Hi-ho
Listen:
Where is Grace
When milk and blood
Are about to be added
To the composition of the
Stinking ping-pong
***** being manufactured
In Grand Rapids?
Schizophrenia
The sound and appearance
Of the word fascinates
It sounds and looks to me
Like a human being
Sneezing in a blizzard of
Soapflakes
This much we know:
You made yourself hideously
Uncomfortable by not narrowing
Your attention to details
Of life that were immediately
Important
And by refusing to believe what
Your neighbors believed
Hi-ho
Let your imagination continue
To be the flywheel on the
Ramshackle machinery of the truth.
But not the ‘awful’ truth
The ‘beauty’ in truth
Because we are a part
Of a system that is very
Restless,
With people tearing around
All the time
Every so often,
somebody stops to put up
A monument
Ours is a country where
Everybody is expected to
Pay his own bills for
Everything,
And one of the most
Expensive things a person
Can do is get sick
Grace:
Because if we stay here
We’ll do one of two things
(or both!)
Build a Commune
Or do like Collin Heise did:
Make the main thing that we
do be this:
Move seventy-eight
Thousand pounds of olives
To Tulsa, Oklahoma
Even if we can’t
Improve the quality of our surroundings
We’ll do our best to make our
Insides beautiful instead
Piebald Roadtrip-writing, baby
Hi-ho
You are the turtle
able to live anywhere
even under water for short periods
With your home on your back
A particular comfort in
Realizing that it so often feels
There is no order in the
World around us
That we must adapt ourselves to
The requirements of
Chaos instead
Remember:
We are healthy
Only to the extent that
Our ideas are
Humane
To you
To me
To ourselves
To We
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Every time I touch a controller
I set a new highscore
I said a new highscore.
Look out behind you, mother ******
I capped that ***
You should've watched your back.
Now I got an L-shaped block
Watch as I drop it in that L-shaped slot.
Haters gotta throw the blue turtle shell,
Because they can't keep their kart on Rainbow Road.
Donkey's going to throw some barrels at me;
Don't worry princess, watch me jump.
I promise I won't get hit, not even once.
Hey there champ look right here;
I just stuck a plas grenade
On you right ear.
Lucky shot? So you say.
Still watching me tea-bag you
From the grave.
Pilot Wings, Punch-Out, Mario
Madden, Sonic or GTA
It doesn't really matter
The number of pixels we play.
D-Pad or joystick,
Night or day,
It doesn't really matter how you play,
Put me on tron I'll blow you away.
Turtles in Time:
You take that next slice.
Even blindfolded your no match
For my SuperScope.
Tony Hawk, what a joke!
In Pacman or Galaga in space
Even with the Kunami Code
You've got no hope.
So the next time you hear
Scorpion yell "Get over here!"
Have no fear
A Sonic Boom will soon be there.
Busting out Atari's Pong?
Noob, I'll pwn you
One-thousand to none.
Hell, not even Parapa the Rappa
Can touch my rhymes.
Read those initials
That score is mine.
I said read those initials;
That score is mine.
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 1:38 AM UTC
a grandchild
for her 9th birthday
very happy
to be away from her older
as well as her younger sister
for a while
spent a long weekend
with her grands
they picked her up
schoolbag and bathing suit
and guitar & everything else
she had already mentioned
that French Toast for breakfast
would be REALLY nice
and that’s what she got
together with chocolate milk
1 minute in the microwave,
according to her wish
patiently reading her book
while the oldies got their act together
in their slow morning routine
they all went birthday shopping
& out for lunch
she read her book again while the oldies
were snoring their nap
& then they all had great fun
swimming and horsing around in the public pool
watching some TV
& improving her ping-pong game
happy & tired
after dinner some goodnight reading
doughnuts and hot chocolate for breakfast
next morning
and then
with grandma’s help
printing out a card for Mom on Mother’s day
AND baking real brownies as a gift….
a happy & proud 9-year old
was delivered to her parents
& presented her mother with the card
& the brownies & the new dress
& the homework all done
somehow
the guitar practice had gotten lost
yet she was the envy of her siblings
for the day
* * *
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
In response to the text: *"who wants to get ********* this weekend?"*
I reply: I'll bring donuts, Gatorade, and Cards Against Humanity.
I tell the girls that the snacks are for them, so they don't get too drunk or hungover.
But really I know myself too well, and I binge when I feel lonely.
Its hard not to feel lonely, when you're the only sober one there.
At the Party:
Never Have I Ever reveals more than I ever thought it would.
I might be the oldest, but I am by no means the most mature.
Things I have never heard of, things I could have never thought of are things of which they speak.
Two donuts are gone.
Their alarms all go off at 10:00 for birth control. They take out their mini purse packs of 30 pills, no bigger than a credit card.
I don't take birth control, because my periods are regular, and well:
Depression+antidepressants+confusion of sexuality= no *** drive at all.
I mean zip, zero, nothing.
Leaving me to be the only ****** of the six girls here.
Three donuts are gone.
Hours ago though, I took my 300mg of Seroquel XR.
I timed it just right.
This time I won't fall asleep hours before everyone else
'Pong' requires drinking so I sit their and watch.
Four donuts are gone
Shots are taken.
I pour more tea into my mug.
Five Donuts are Gone
Drunk face-timing old friends who have moved away results in much yelling, and her hanging up.
I start a new group text where I talk only to myself.
All Donuts are gone
There is no wonder why alcohol and depression don't mix
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Nag-aanyaya
ang kinagisnang duyan,
sa puso'y kumakatok:
halika, kita'y ipagsasalok
kapeng barako, ika'y lumag’ok
kung kulang ang 'sang tasa'y
mayroon namang mangkok -
Sa Lumang Lipa, ang pakilasa’y
pakiramdam at hindi tam’is
kagaya ng pagsasamahan
o pait na dulot ng kasawian.
Inaapuhap sa aparador na pinagtaguan
ang malukong na tagayan
ng nagkaribok na kabataan;
mula sa sulok ng balintataw,
nilililok, aking natatanaw
ang mga imahen, hindi mga anghel,
nagbabalibol ang kaibigan
kong tagapagtanggol,
habang sa kabilang koponan
nanlilibak ang kalaban -
ako ang bolang pinagpasa-pasahan
binugbog ng mga kahon ng lipunan
kahit alin doon, walang pinagkasyahan
mga kahong nagtatakda ng katangian:
ang tao ay dapat ganito,
ang kilos ay dapat ganoon
ang suot ay dapat ganyan
ang maganda ay ganito ang kulay
ang makisig ay ganoon ang taglay
ang tindig ay hindi malambot na gulay:
“kahon, kahon, kahon,
magkasya sa kahon
kapag nagkataon
lagot ka sa ****
wari’y multong takot lumingon
ang nagtulug-tulugang kahapon
sa ngayo’y gising na kampon -
pinalaya ng kupas na maong
Sisinsay na laang ako doon
at sa huntahan ay tutugon
kung saan nahapon
ang labuyong
hindi kailanman inilaban sa sabong
panalo ka pa rin at karamay,
kapeng gawa sa gal’pong
barako sa isip
matam’is sa puso
at sa lalamunan ko
ikaw ang kasuyo.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Heart pounding. Inside dying.
Head swirling- you feel like crying!
It's tough & Crazy.
Leaves everything Hazy.
The rule of maths- that ugly frog,
If it seems easy, you're doing it wrong.
Cursing, slamming, worse than drowning!
Like wounded animals, crazily howling!
The hell is this?! The hell is that?!
Someone kiss my head with a bat!
Tougher than keeping track of ping pong
If it seems easy- you're doing it wrong.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
'I do care'
Pleas for decency
Jokes on toast
Cool shadows
Pale blue
Slowly changing
Fading
A baby smiles
Peaceful peacocks
An apple tree
Wading birds
Bouncing sounds
Pony rides
Ping pong *****
Everywhere.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
Saan ka nga ba tumatakas
Sa anyo bang mapangahas
Na katangiang ipinamalas
Ng isang nag pupumiglas?
Tumahimik ka riyan!
Eto ang ating kaharian
Mariing pinahihintulutan
Tumakas ng lubusan
Bantayan ang mga salita!
Baka nakikinig ang bata
Nag pulong upang ipakita
Ang alam nating tama!
Hoy! Ikaw na nananahimik
Tila wala ka laging imik
Nakukuha **** mag hilik
Kahit ang hahat ay natitinik
Ano ang iyong nginangawa
Wala akong ginagawa
Masaya lang akong natutuwa
Ano ang aking magagawa?
Mga maginoo kumusta?
Hindi na po ako bata
Nais ko na pong lumaya
At subukang minsan ay madapa
O kaytagal nyo akong itinago
Iningatan sa pag papayo
Sa mundo ay inilayo
Sa takot na magpalalo
Ngunit ako'y handa na
Maari ko na bang bawiin ang luha?
Na matagal nyong kinuha
At ang pusong nangungulila?
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 1:51 PM UTC
Whilst walking down the street
I heard a thunderous tweet;
'Twas a straining little bird
Who couldn't pass a ****
The little thing was constipated,
Its **** wide dilated;
Tweeting loudly in mid-bog,
Trying to eject a log.
I observed with sympathetic heart
As it trumpeted out a ****
Straining, chirping loud and long,
Letting off a foul and noisome pong.
I watched for nigh an hour
Its display of **** power;
Then a final intestinal pump
Produced a huge great steaming lump:
A mighty ball of faeces
(a giant of its species,
and total bumhole splitter
which shattered its feathered *******
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
I took my ****** sister Marigold to the cinema,
she had asked specifically and eventually
(she doesn't speak a lot on account of her awful stammer
and amazing cleft palate which has won prizes)
so I knew that this was something she really wanted,
and I teased for her bad taste
when she told me that she wanted to see
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Charlie
and the Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chocolate Factory".
It was a Saturday evening and the local picture house
was showing a re-run of the classic starring Gene Wilder
as the enigmatically stylish ***** Wonka,
and not that steaming great pictorial **** served up by Tim Burton
and I knew that town would be busy with oiks
so as a treat I dressed her up better than usual,
and even gave her a hosedown to get rid of the poopy pong.
She had stopped crying by the time the feature started
and I think the Ooompa Loompa costume grew on her
but that maybe the orange paint was a bit of a bad idea
as people had stared as it was Day-Glo and she stood out
like a bulldog's ******* but I stand by my decision
to dye her hair green, it had taken thought and planning;
it was meant to add to her excitement of the day,
so I meant well, even if I was ineffectual in the end.
I sat her on my lap in the picture house
but still paid for two seats but I do get one ticket half price
though because of her disabilities, so it wasn't all bad,
every cloud and all that, you know what I mean?
She tends to get a little down every now and then
but a £1 cinema ticket partly makes up for being born legless.
I knew from past experience that the cinema staff
prefer me to carry my stunted sis rather than wheeling her in
(I do recall that the time I taped her to her skateboard
proved somewhat a disaster - but really, the fat usher
had a torch and should have watched her step
or otherwise she wouldn't have bust her neck).
The Ooompa Loompa costume allowed Marigold
to amuse herself during the screening
(as there were no leggings to the costume).
She barely noticed when the fat little hero
got blown up on screen except to dribble "chocolate"
from her own little chocolate factory.
It was, all in all, quite an eventful outing
and one I might consider repeating but
probably in a different cinema next time,
mainly because we got banned for life
when the manager saw the condition of the seat.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC