"pranking" poems
I love da sound ya ***** does make
While slapping up against your sister, for Christ sake
Watching you all doing the ***** deed, doggy style
On ya momma's brand new, multi coloured **** pile
***** young boys, are forever slapping, keepin’ it real
While viewing ya ***** in ya year nine, high school classes
Even some curious gals, like to slip in a quick feel
While flashing their hallway entry, fancy gold passes
Da sound ya ***** makes, ya must be using an amplifier
With a **** load of flaming, boom-boom, bass
Next time though, try turning the treble up, as you were
And turning down that flaming bass, just in case
This mornin’, I woke up stiff, like feelin’ as if dead
Then flicked through the paper, my obituary, I just read
Didn't feel that great, after we had finished the missionary
Wish I was much more aware, like a future visionary
I haven't even ironed my clothes or done my face
For my very last day of this bright sunlight
Will I need to pack a jumbo suitcase
Or maybe just some shorts and thongs
On my mystery vacation, one-way flight
Da sound ya ***** was making when shaking
Was maybe way too loud for some, last night
It put me in, like a clothes dryer spin
Police came by, just to check that no one was pranking
With some spray with mace, just when I was about to sin
Everyone's got an unusual craze in life
Mine just happened to put me in a daze
Should've taken a much deeper breath
When going down between ya momma's thighs
Send flowers to my ******* and hoes
And never ever forget, ya ****** nice ways
Always tried to satisfy the whole **** world
But still hearing some sad **** woes
I like da sound ya ***** makes
Reminds me of some ole dance tracks
Played by the DJ, named Georgie O’Kay
While everyone dances to a beat
I'm hard at work, while trying to get ya
To get down lower and pretend to be ya momma.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC
if i could pay you in poetry
would you prefer
fiery and feisty
loving and longing
crazy and crafty
scentual and sightful
playful and pranking
guru and gonzo
singing and songing
listening and lightness
softing and sensual
tender and tinder
laughter and limitless
insight and winsight
tell me,
what poetry would you
put in your bank?
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
And probably I'm the biggest fool ever existed,
As I still hope that she will come back one day.
And she'll announce that it was merely a prank,
As she just wanted to have fun by pranking me.
And she'll expect me to welcome her back here,
As old times she will expect me to still love her.
Maybe she rightly considers me an emotional fool,
For all of her experiments, I serve as the ideal tool.
Maybe I should just let her memories vanish now,
For my own happiness, all her memories I'll mow.
Maybe all my family tell me the right thing after all,
For she is indeed a common, desperate Indian girl.
She is the personification of a great wanna-be girl,
'Cause she had lost her way at an age so youthful.
She will bank on prior experience from childhood,
'Cause she has low emotional intelligence quotient.
She bereaved such a pure lover for some ego issues,
'Cause she was a demo of how good/bad a girl can be.
P.S.: Hope that she'll get complimentary coke/burger!
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
Coming off the unbearably sweet high of our Nation's proud capital.
I salute you.
For bright mornings with fruit smoothies made so masterfully.
Afternoons of stasis.
Of quick showers and quick words on a condensed second floor.
Straight intelligence and legitimate knowledge.
Stories of brothers pranking in Palestine.
"Can I have some?" asked so coyly when candy is available for adults.
Thick hookah smoke burning my lungs and sapphire blues eyes.
Old nicknames. Flying off the tongue like song lyrics we all know.
Unfamiliar places, and familiar places.
Habibi. As-salamu alaykum. Words my cerebrum forgot but heart did not.
"Do you want coffee?" "Come here." "Kiss me."
Your smile. Your home. Your hands. Your eyes.
Nostalgia over taking our souls like baby pictures.
I wish it could've lasted forever.
But nothing does.
And that's good, right?
Too much of a good thing makes us greedy.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
I lunge along my path my way
Keeling forward day by day
The indolence of my surrounds
Renders my feet to the ground
Laughter like bellow grunt
Skipping is my featured stunt
Following the very clouds
Oftentimes I think aloud
I am the jester that you know
The crank that always steals the show
Pranking, yanking underwear
Descending an imagined stair
You laugh I cry inside I die
Outside I breath and watch it fly
For what is death but just one side
Of two that holds our life inside
Going to ground around around
A pint of flesh for every pound
Will you sing a song with me?
Oh dee doodle deedle dee.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
Tony came out fighting hard for each breath
procedures and hospitals he endured
born an incredible child none-the-less
from him not one complaint was ever heard
taken too soon to the sweet here after
memories filling the hole left behind
a hero who faced his pain with laughter
giving his mom and sisters a hard time
the illuminating glow of his smile
riding four wheelers and fishing with dad
his pranking, teasing, giggling jokester style
cherishing the nineteen years that we had
a spirit for life some only dream of
feeling, forever, his presence and love
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
My dear Madame manager,
When you walked in the room,
you saw we went hostile
on the company balloons.
I'm sorry to say
It wasn't so funny
Costing a dollar
And $0.10 worth in money.
We didn't mean harm
in picking on you.
Even though it was fun,
we acted like poo.
And so, I apologize
for pranking at large.
You're a wolf among weasels.
Glad I'm not in charge.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Jamie's been pranking me as far as I can remember.
Today's my turn!
I hid behind his door with my cleverly placed trap.
A simple banana peel would do the trick.
I had carefully placed it behind his door,
He would simply step on it and slip,
I would stand over his fallen body and laugh out loud.
I smirked at my evil master plan.
Now Jamie's footsteps approached,
It got closer... and then the door opened,
My heart raced as I awaited my moment of triumph.
Jamie stepped on the peel...
He landed hard on the floor.
But not with his back as I had imagined,
Jamie landed with his head...
He let out a loud cry,
He was in a pool of blood,
Jamie was now silent.
"Jamie"," Jamie" I cried out.
Paralysed with fear and guilt.
This wasn't the plan Jamie.
Please wake up!
Mum! Mum!! Mum!!
Help!.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
It was dark outside,
Loud rain drops tampered
on my window,
Smell of wet soil hit the air.
I was sitting in my window
and my mind swirled in
the fictional world.
I could see Harry on his broom,
And Will, Tessa and Jem sitting
together.
Charlie was again writing his diary,
And Jane was reading a book.
Sherlock and Dr. Watson were chasing
a culprit
While avengers were saving the world.
Lucy with her siblings was
ruling the Narnia
While Fred and George were pranking
the other students.
I could see Alice wandering in wonderland,
And I could also see Naomi with the three musketeers arguing.
I could hear Grover playing his pipes,
And Percy and Annabeth were kissing.
Then the rain stopped abruptly,
Bringing me back to the real world,
Leaving me in a state of melancholy.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC