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Susan O'Reilly May 2013
I wanted a pen
to write my dreams
to silence my screams
to dwell in imaginations den

I looked at the sky
head in the clouds
asked out loud
a plaintive cry

I forgot my request
got on with life
lived through strife
survived the test

I entered a contest for fun
drew a quick sketch
third prize I fetched
oh my, a sky pen, I won

I took it as a sign
to rekindle my fire
this victory inspired
me to pen a line

I’ve found a lost love
a forgotten joy
a much adored toy
a gift from above

It fulfills a need
feeds the soul
makes me whole
I’ve planted a seed

It grows and grows
can take over
I’ll never recover
from poems I sow

I’m soaring, floating
following my pen
escaping reality again
sweetly, softly, drifting

My wings are stretched
I’m travelling worldwide
nothing can hide
nothing’s too far-fetched

Dilly-dallying my day away
strolling down fantasy lane
with my pen I’m playing
brain and hand gone astray

Am I like Dumbo with his feather?
Can I pen without this pen?
if it broke, what then?
Could I even write a letter?

Firing words from pen
shooting from the hip
no risk of punch in lip
safely hidden in my den

Writing stops many a row
it’s a release
iron’s out many a crease
to it’s power I bow

Freedom is anonymity
let emotions speak
coming out, not for the weak
it brings accountability

My pen has the loudest voice
speaks over my own
doesn’t need a microphone
to listen, I’ve no choice

On day’s pen’s not working
I await listlessly
eyeing it continuously
ideas, hovering, lurking

This pen is now an obsession
an all consuming need
I’m overcome with greed
interrupting can cause agression

My time is no longer my time
it’s now ruled by pen
I’m let of now and then
but frequently called back to rhyme

I’m skimming the stars
for inspiration
battling frustration
wish I could traverse on Mars

On make-believe’s loom I weave
today I want to celebrate
pen and I co-operate
it’s absence I’d grieve

I’m living in cloud cuckoo land
this writing lark is easy
and never makes me queasy
everything, today, is grand

Pen has a quirky way of being
some days very liberal
wouldn’t want to take it literal
problems invisible, I’m not seeing

Today pen writes in language of love
expressing itself from the heart
roses and kindness it imparts
fits me snug, like a glove

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
making me write all twee
writing cute and pretty
causing my dog to leer

Your like a pringle
once I pop, I can’t stop
you make my feet bop
my senses all a tingle

I’m your willing slave
marvelling in your ways
writing in a blissful daze
your company I crave

Now your just being rude
everything you write is naughty
getting me all prim and haughty
I’ll have to work on your attitude

I need to go to sleep
rest my weary head
your inkwell, your bed
don’t want to hear you, not a peep
competition entry
had to include the words sky and pen together and be at least 500 words never written anything so long
a fun challenge
didn't get anywhere lol x
Emma Liang Aug 2010
Take my hand, friend
just for a sec-
let's leave this ****** land of
SATs, PSATs, APs,
and college admission essays and guidance counselors
and homework and pop quizzes and exams and whatever else-

                                          behind.

Let's be two again.

Let's make Pringle-chip-duck faces
and grin with orange peel smiles-
I'll paint my nails yellow and we'll read Dr. Seuss with British accents
in the dimming light of the old
falling-down fort of pillows and blankets (that's almost too small for us)

Let's pretend
              Let's pretend
                            Let's pretend

That we've never seen the glowing screen of
televisions, computers, IPods,
that we haven't spent weeks wearing down our thumbs on text messages.
              Let's forget fights over boys that weren't even all that hot.

Let's sit in my yard and eat raw cookie dough behind my momma's back
And make too-sweet fresh lemonade, and blow dandelions
(into other neighbor's yards, of course)
Spray garden hoses at each other
and laugh and scream and giggle and make mud-pies.
Let's make twenty different secret handshakes,
Eat wild raspberries and hide sticky fingers
And pinky promise- again and again- BFFs forever.

Let's lose ourselves in the bliss of childhood
just one more time- please.

                            Just in case Peter Pan decides to visit.
Comments and suggestions and criticisms all appreciated; thanks for reading! (:
late night hoops
24-hour fitness
you call me "white boy"
"how did you know?"
i want to say
funny
"hey white boy"
sounds a lot like
"hello mr. oppressor"

i am not
a poster boy for the past or present
a rusty slogan of inequality
or
a white boy

i am
irish norwegian german french-canadian native american
spud-eating fur trapping wampum-trading viking

i am
pumping pull-ups on the poverty line
just tall enough to ride the wel-ferris wheel
unable to tell my mother i love her
and
b   r   o   k   e   n
Deta
ched
scarred

******* my shirt like a salty otter pop
swallowing sweaty syllables
the pringle on my shoulder
about to crunch

game point
tie game
15
15

we are equal
even when i sink that shot
tickle that twine
we are still equal
you and i
JR Rhine Dec 2016
Vast, empty, midnight hour,
hunchbacked lampposts glaring over parasitic black earth
choking its host.

A parking lot,
an ecosystem’s blemish—
hot tar seeping into the pores of the earth
like a stubborn blackhead in a lip line.

When no cars burrow into the blackened hide
like lice
the great absence of life
is an atrocity.

I imagine myself skateboarding across the tier
as the small town cops
watch languidly with vague interest—

A skateboarder’s paradise
where wheels and accomplice minds roll across celestial barriers
blasting infinite pulses
into the microcosm.

What greasy punks have their mother’s van parked here,
huddling by the heat vents
and jerking off into a Pringle’s can?

Empty parking lot
looks like a cemetery
filled to the brim
where headstones meld
over a mass grave—

delineated by white lines,
the apparitions of vehicles and their hosts
haunt the frozen space.

Another horrible excuse
to waste land,
a wasteland in and of itself
where Tom Eliot saunters aimlessly
and buries the dead.

The saddest sight to behold,
this vacuous parking lot
littered with stray shopping carts,
phantasmal plastic bags,
gum splotches,
***** stains,
candy wrappers,
cigarette butts,
used condoms,
lonely cops
and patient drug dealers,
ambulant skaters,
tired punks,
bored teenagers,
somnambulists,
stumbling drunks,
hunchbacked ***** lights
prying for life beneath its sallow gaze—

The air encapsulated within the perdition
stifling,
the pavement below stifling,
a constriction only visible
when emptied of its contents.

A cop wakes from their choking nightmare gasping
to find themselves trapped,
****** in this parking lot
where the walkie-talkie buzzes
with the weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The warehouse store
looming above the waiting room
lifeless, silent, dark countenance—
Big Brother sees all in the gaping maw.

Cascading before me,
stretching towards the highway passing by,
waiting for the panorama to finish scrolling,
the treadmill to cease its cycle—
all the while lamenting life’s absence
and reveling in the potentiality it possesses.
Harpo Rhum Dec 2012
P
The P inside lifts to shallow pools of thirst and moving pictures.
P is purpose, personality car crashes to park the private Idaho.
A sign of the cross, will not stop P.
Prove it to the pin drop puncture of ****** on heat,
insecure to many tongues dripped in keroscene pantomine.
P is pretty. P is pop. P is pandamonium. P is plucky. P is pink.
Patter, panky, pips, puddle, paraquet, puncuation.
Property is theft Parker, pity, purity, punt, plunder, *****.
Past, paint, pander, pringle, puppy, pesky, pest,
petrol, patrol, pamper, pastel, plunder, pongo, plip plop.
P.................
Eyithen Apr 2019
I made a new friend
She is short and sweet
She is the best
so happy we got to meet

We do everything together
We share all our secrets
Confide in each other
and embrace the uniqueness

We bonded so fast
And are both equally clumsy
We giggle at our mishaps
And our awkward tendencies

My friend has a boyfriend
She takes him everywhere
We all hang out
They make a good pair

But lately its been hard
There has been a lot of meetings
Used to have her to myself
This kinda feels like stealing

I am happy for her
I'm sure i would do the same
If i were in her position
I would surely sing his name

But I'm a single pringle
And this can make things hard
All my friends are dating
Guess i was dealt a different card

But i wish that they could know
How lonely it can feel
when you get stuck
being the third wheel
For all my single friends who are often 3rd, 4th, heck, even 5th wheelers. Literally wrote this in 5 minutes on the spot. When it flows it goes.
Paige Hatcher Jan 2012
I'm single.
And not that chill
Ready to mingle,
But that sitting at home
With my hand stuck in a can of Pringle's
Single.
Tiffany Marie Dec 2014
Hey boys if your out there mesage me imma single pringle lookin to mingle.  



Message me if have interest
Bboboyboys imma holler

Cmon
Dawn King Jan 2015
Uno
single as a pringle and i like it that way
been a one gal show for years now, okay?
the best bed mate i ever had is my dog
she makes cute snores when she sleeps
and doesn't mess up my house
she only eats kibble, and listens to my beats

sure I get lonely, I get tired, life’s hard
but let me tell you something Mr. narrow minded louse
you think you have what it takes to get me in the sack?
caus you have a job, a ****, and truck with a gun rack?
you may be a tall drink of water on a sweat hot day
but open your mouth once and it’s a dead give away

I need kind and gentle and good conversation
to teach and learn with some motivation
on fire passion and serious connection

I've already lost you, it’s not worth the trouble
go home to your mama and pop your Bud Light
cry and whine about the utter ***** you met tonight
borrow twenty bucks and get a 12 pack
then go find a ditz to rub your back

check this out, I've got a plan
I’ll go home by myself yet again
without your number, don’t need another friend
I’m fine by myself, just me and my dog
I’ll wait until the next life just watch me
because honey, being alone trumps misery
Iris Rebry May 2014
She chatters on and on
About her guy,
Though they're not dating yet
They're as close as the fingers on my hand.
And I'm the awkward thing in the middle
Not even an object just a thing
Doesn't she realize I'm jealous?
Yes I guess
I am a single pringle
Singing a single jingle
But that's not really me.
I don't want to be stuck
And I wonder
Has this ever happened to me before?
Has this ever happened to you?
Thrystan Tate Aug 2019
We've been together for a flammin' hot minute and its been all that in a bag of chips.
Except you want a two-for-one special and I'm craving to see other dips.
I get it, having a full meal is ideal and a snack satisfies temporary hunger.
But you're putting your foot in a bowl of nachos and I have the munchies to use my Free Toes and slumber.
After my expiration date, you came into my life and preserved the flavor of love.
That's cool beans if I wasn't salty and letting it mingle.
But you want to exchange onion rings.
I just want to be Single like a Pringle.
By:  Thrystan Tate
Wolf girl Jan 2018
Paris the city of love
If I went there I would
Not have love I’m
The girl that doesn’t
Talk so no one
Will go out with me
All my friends have
Has a bf/gf and
Then there is me
A pure single pringle
Never been on a date
Never had a boyfriend
I will always be
Forever alone
This is my life
Mateuš Conrad May 2018
so I says to the moth sleeping
on a kitchen curtain:
allow my hand curled
to be as soft as a laced
napkin, and you'll fly out
from my chamber prior
to the sunrise scything
the morning dew...
        ****!
     and as I lit a candle and
gently uncurled my hand
into a proud lotus
with a sitting Buddha:
the moth disappeared
    with what felt like...
a kingfisher diving into
the stillness of a narcissus pupil,
near figment,
replacement of
a woman's authenticity
of belief, subsequent
gangrene, akin to the one
success story bound
to the rigours of Walt...
****! thin air...
   a moth in this kingdom
of night, is lover
to the kingdom of day...
a fern replaces a laurel...
immobile drench
of autumnal perfumery
of sly, snail *** oyster
gluttony of excess saliva...
no cannon riddle salute...
deafening the living,
bewildering the dead...
my adversary is not worth
the impetus and subsequent
ordeal of gained
responsibility of Cain...
vain vagabond...
truant lavishness of
lavender...
     silence reveals...
what word is best said yet
best unworn...
   hardly woken...
like a child asked for buttocks
before a jab counter Odra...
counter Ospa...
            mid-dream...
           meningitis hepitatis
worn A, B, C, all through to
D?
         I see nothing short
of the clamour of the living
turned, dead,
   and no drunk statue...
only rigid, copper frames...
best seek the concept
of a cube in a cage...
             than a god in a man
in a man in a universe
with whatever strings attached
no more than chance, contra will,
in this circus of stars...
   however the elaborate
expansions of space,
reiterated by the whimsical
musings of time...
there's the bound man,
the rubric standard,
    the reiteration and
sense expanding cull: contract
  reiteration of medium...
the plateau man:
the safety net inferno...
10 generations apart,
and still: without a Dante...
and thank ****
Bukowski didn't mention Dante!
eerie now, my reading of
the "Bolognese" tirade,
and the monopoly
          of "earned" bachelorhood
of... the ma than becomes the gran
and the hopeful bride who...
can't make a broth...
as well as you...
           but of course...
rasta best explains:
     I is responsible for all...
     pardonable am... 100 years later,
and, apparently,
it didn't originate in Zurich...
  
      papa dont preach,  
I'm emeritus...
      Etc. Etc. in nomine
gratia plena...

words have become
quasi iconoclastic
within the confines of keeping
up with the rigour
of crafting logo...
coca cola, CoCa CoLa...
the ******* black madonna of
Częstochowa...

     genuflex of the abstracted
tetragrammaton...
   Y 'ere,
    
    W over d'er

                        HH: rugby.

FeO: iron oxide...
  BBC4 (radio):
      the Ushers...
    Churchill's θ...
    id est:
   not cheesy...
   w'ah'ver:
   w'eh'wee w'eh'wee
      veering on vague:
V(e) 'ucking, 'uck of e
     pringle.

very discrete,
that definite article...
scissor atheist thought,
either an indefinite
article of A...
    or the rubric of lost
items on the tube...
   with a genesis of
  a-;
    oddly enough...
no lost umbrellas in this one...

because god forbid a language
should ever incline to be
shackled to a mind only
safe in confining itself
to running a school, yard,
and brick cascade of
***** counter excavations
of equal numbering,
to avoid the heretical waste...
doon d' 'oobe...
    
    how else to translate
"******", shittz painting?
      poetry is...
the lost art of counter rhetoric...
a poem ought to shut
someone up...
suffocate them...
          rather than be,
what it currently is...
impedium of
replica...

     **** me...
even I had to check the dictionary
to convince myself
of the stature of but three words...

impedium of replica...
at least plagiarising painting
has a thrill of
plagiarism behind it,
a mischevious
         ploy on employing
subsequent experts...

               my tongue, mostly
completes itself,
on how best it confiscates
the flame of a burning out candle,
and less...
on how a slug might burp
in the Royal Albert Hall.
Andrew Rueter Apr 2019
I feel so lonely
I want someone to know me
And caress me slowly
Instead I’m imploding

I search to no avail
As loneliness prevails
My life goes stale
Telling tall tales
Of how I was impaled

I’m the single Pringle at the bottom of the can
That can’t be reached by their hand
Because it holds a brand
I can’t withstand
They always demand more
Like I’m their ****** *****
Who won’t stand for
The grand tour

So I just keep breathing
As love keeps leaving
Sitting here seething
Like I’m teething
While they beat me
Discretely

I know what I want
And won’t settle for less
But the settlers taunt
Saying they’re blessed
The riches they flaunt
Of having a guest
Leaves me impressed
But once I’m undressed
I see it’s all in jest
So it’s time to rest

I want to be part of society
Without anyone tied to me
Because they just lie to me
Playing hide and seek
Making life bleak
I travel through the cosmos
Where only God knows
How much time slows
Where the blind go

So I fold
And throw in the towel
Once I’m cold
And disemboweled
I reluctantly resign
While I’m singularly defined
Our lives will never intertwine
So I live inside my winter mind

I say life as a bachelor
Is spectacular
To mask the hurt
Of being attached to dirt
Inside this frozen canyon
Where I can’t join a tandem
While others avoid my fandom
I become a haunting phantom

This misery gets increasingly annoying
So I convince others to join me
In relationship avoiding
And defense mechanism employing
To act like I’m enjoying
The life I’m destroying
Kristoff May 2018
I messed up
I failed
I never wanted this to happen
It was a mistake
I'm sorry
Forgive me?
No
Of course not
Who would forgive
A poor loser
Like me?
All you see in me
Is a liar
And a cheat
A piece of trash
To be left on the street
To be crushed
You're right
I would deserve that
But if you see past that
Past the lying
Past the cheating
You'll find a beauty
Unlike any other
If you just give me a chance
You'll find that
I'm not a bad person
I'm the one for you
We are meant to be





Yeah right loser
Your lying and cheating
Defines who you are
I wouldn't want to date a
Loser like you
Ever again



All right
I see your point
But if you ju-

No
No I'm done
I'm done with your
Little white lies
That add up to big ones
I'm done with your
Multiple girlfriends
I give up
You are a hopeless case



Alright, alright
I see how it is
You only notice my bad points
Have you ever noticed my
Good points?
I can sing
And I make you laugh
And I can cook
All things that you
Want in a husband
Am I right?



Yes, you are right
I want those three things
And more
But I don't want my husband
To be a liar
Or a cheater
Or a backstabber
Those are the three things I
DONT want in a husband



I can change you know
I can stop lying
And stop cheating



Oh really?


Yes
I would do anything for you



Would you do anything
For your other two girlfriends?


That's besides the poin-



Is it really?
Is it really "besides the point"?
I don't think so


But wait just give me a chance!



No
You had your chance
Go break the news to
Your other girlfriends
Tell them the same bs you told me
See if they'll want you back
After you tell them about your
Other love lives
About everything you
Lied about to them
You'll be single by
Tomorrow afternoon
I'd bet my life on it
But I wouldn't waste my life
On anything related to you
Or your poor innocent girlfriends
So there
Better buy a few tubs of
Break up ice cream, single pringle
It's gonna be a while
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
Mary Prince was born enslaved to loving parents who could not be saved.
When their original owner passed away Mary was sold  
At the age of 12 she sailed away to the West Indies where she became enslaved as a companion to someone  similar in age.
For many years she was treated well but then the Master did pass away and the family could no longer afford to pay
Mary was sold three times more against her will.
Not everyone treated her with contempt some families treated her well.
But still the choice was taken away when each time she was sold or leased like a car to you and I, a commodity for someone white and rich to buy.
The last owner did not treat her well, and flogged her to let her know when he was not happy.
Beaten, abused and ***** too, she finally did meet a man to Marry
In 1828 Mary Prince, still enslaved,  determined her own fate
When visiting London with her Master from Antigua she ran away
Fled to the home of Thomas Pringle
Who helped her write her book
Mary Prince was 45 when she died, it is not known if her husband was still by her side
Or if she died single
Mary Prince is a woman to be admired
So take a look buy the book and teach her history to your children
The History of Mary Prince
Raw ******, these  beats,
Like im between sheets,
Copyprint,
Ghostface Yosef and Redhead,
Up in the place,
No need to place for a race,
Im taking over the case,
Clientel like Denzel,
Guaranteed youll be fallen well,
Lay the spell,
Cosmic gospels, unvip holy vessel,
Check my rap cathedral,
Unravel the evil,
To enemies playing as needles,
Folks saying, we need you,
Only when its beneficial,
Grand ralley,
Work out this joint like Salley,
Bump the host,
Lets take another champagne,
Bottles to toast,
And none come close,
Let the chickens come home to roost,
All dues paid, i rock a fade,
Never leave home without a burner or a blade,
Faster with the cut, now tell me, how many women wanna shake their ****,
I make classicals, old school bionic, plus the tapes is magical,
Federic gave me the brick,
Made it build well,
You can tell, by smell of my breath,
It's another fish scale,
This aint a fairytales,
We only hold knowledge,
To the Hidden gods, reveal
Hot the mic, tight, and rock the crowds with feel,
Stepped back like Harden,
Fools is finished, once they begin starting,
James Brown protege,
Miss the JBs, funky drummer,
Playing in the days of the hummer,
Hot summer,
Dime singles, looking good, ready  to crack the Pringle,
Catch the girlies in a tingle,
Gold on my wrist,
Watch get 'em to a mingle,
Spiritual dust, pixie wrapped these pale bunnies like dixie,
Chicks,
They love 'em wide and thick,
Tree trunk, heavy as metal punk,
Ill put scabs on ya donk,
As ya mind gets sunk,
Deeper than a ocean, got the potion, to rock the notion,
Three degrees, served haters, like mobs of Genovese,
As i release,
Street poetry, candy land wonder woman fantasy,
I make any beat look easy,
Please believe me,
Peacock feather hat, with the elephant suit to match,
Pour out another batch, space age, renaissance is where its at,
2D World Feb 2021
It's a new dawn a new day a time for couples to play
But sadly it doesn't interest me in the slightest I'd say
"I'm single as a pringle, ready to mingle and jingle"
I'm single without a twinkle of hope and this sensation doesn't make me tingle
I could never see the hype behind all these tears I have to wipe
For some reason oppression is my obsession even though she's not my type
I didn't ask to be the leader she followed while I wallowed
In my own sorrow wishing to skip tomorrow so I wouldn't have to be hollow
I unconsciously suppress my emotions to the point I'm surrounded by an ocean
So I space out like pluto and leave reality so I have no devotion
To anything of this earthly plain since every cycle's the same
Wake up, try to live, hit a rough patch and find something else to blame
For my downfalls, shortcomings and my misdeeds
My faith is like a broken harvest seed, it doesn't grow it recedes
And my dull experiences only tell me I don't have many needs
So why can't I win? Is it my sins, the darkness within,
My trauma, or internal drama that has my body like needles and pins
I'll keep my thoughts short and dig deeper next time
I'm not happy but I'll move on to make another dime
Check it the album's supreme clientele thoughts parallel  
To the universe scales dance fancy as the Drells sails
Girls water Gail  marvel the Marvelles slash the bells
**** what liberty yells bail from jail salt the snail all fails
From the plot deep within casted stones to my sin squids binges
Latch to ya unattached emotions coasting smooth dosing
Words from weeds roasting in the papers capers crusader
Joker invader mental status watch the crowds rate us fade us
Never chose from the red and blue rose thoughts is a pose
Out grows an idea for the dead scenarios Luther flow
See me here and now smile like the poltergeist lighted style
Fouls leeched from the wicked punched tickets stick it
To a venus fly paper low cut with the tapers craters haters
So alpha far from beta mad debaters watch me fade ya
MJ on a breakaway see my tongue out like the gun snout
Morge got ya gums out perms to a pout standing stout reroute
Ya tour pure as the big H triple drink ripple til I *******
The microphone smooth tones sly stone safari's zone
Battle by my own cant stand clone postal as Malone I'm gone
In the wind chasing words pasting copy intellects wasting  
Time space age celibacy freaky me naw it's just the God in me
Shed prophecy  black as mahogany ebony jets threats
Cash watchers third eyes bezel baguettes sitting on bets
Once the horses play sweats poker bluff see the fishnets
******* the beats **** the rhymes shine mind everytime
Perfect selection every line silent critics to a mime dime
Over singles making jingles pop the pringle guns is eagle
Pass illegal bribe the paralegal sniff a Kojack beagle evil
Loves to play with the good sigils seperate brother but equal
To the universal a prince dazed off the purple laced the circle
Pentagram pinning money grands in grams hard head slams
Crash a thought wonderous cloth cruise to the Blackstones
Back on the black throne dial up no ring tones styles chrome
Diamond taxes abraxas close to the faxes who could axe this
My minds to abyss annihilate  analysis picture my fist
Black love throwing subs of dubs packed out clubs above
The clouds of nine shine once I crack the sunshine signs
Giving by godly Angel's of Charlie swarm me feelin' swarthy
With my skin tone beautiful scents  on unpriced cologne  
Outlaw Jim Jones splash songs crimp ya love Jones foam
Soapas  **** an oprah  at the opera spectacular raptor
Rent the flesh once I mic check begins an ultimate threat
Jeeps I roll over the creep at the peak impeach the breach
Contract check my rap habitat trained for combat stats
Sitting like a maxed out politician wishing for Christian *******
Out biblical concept reminiscing lobbyist  still fishing
For the bait **** the sheep til they minds ******* outrate  
Dates disco for the brakes Jake's hands still out for the stake...

With "One"
All It take is "One"
Serious rhymes I drop is "One"
from the Harris-Walz front
where liberal minded socially progressive
electorate doth agonizingly grunt
targeted in crosshairs scoped out
eager and ready to be mortally wounded
courtesy notorious big headed
(and bigoted) infamous
for bearing arms
as if going on a hunt
as attested to him and recorded for all of posterity on March 14, 2019 at 3:05 EDT by Analysis colunist Philip Bump, (a national columnist for The Washington Post; before that he led political coverage for The Atlantic Wire. One of the paper’s most read writers, he focusses on the data behind polls and political rhetoric), he recorded one of the most famous and insightful lines Donald Trump offered on the campaign trail in 2016 came during a stop in Iowa, shortly before that state’s caucuses.
“I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody and wouldn’t lose any voters, okay?” Trump said, mimicking firing a gun with his fingers. “It’s, like, incredible.”

"Blast it!!" I am gunning for the glib gal
versus MAGA sugar daddy
gesticulating his arms akimbo,
whose lowball unflattering unprintable
pet phrases for Kamala
indicative of a short, and nasty brute,
whose vile (hints) might be excusable
if he suffered epileptic seizures grand mal
drops names of ruthless dictators as his pal,
who sport trademark coiffed hirsute
allocating, designating, ginning, jumpstarting,
and mandating excessive monetary resources
for his poofed hair courtesy project 2025
and then when confronted becomes immediately mute
and does a spot on rendition of Marcel Marceau
engaging in ******* with a *******.

"Arms akimbo" is an adjective or adverb that means having your hands on your hips with your elbows turned outward. For example, "She stood there akimbo". The word "akimbo" comes from the Middle English phrase in kenebowe, which means "at a sharp angle". The word was first recorded between 1375 and 1425, and may come from the Old Norse phrase i keng boginn, which means "bent into a crook".

After watching some
of the Democratic National Convention,
mainly the first and second nights,
I felt tears of joy rapture
welling up inside me
after listening to such
brilliant, fantastic, nuances
sounding out monologues
utilizing English language
to maximize stellar oratory,
which lengthy list of speakers follows suit:

On Monday, delegates heard from former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, first lady Jill Biden and the president himself.

Tuesday's session featured addresses from former President Barack Obama, former first lady Michelle Obama, Sen. Bernie Sanders, Illinois Gov. JB Pritzker and others.

Wednesday night heard from former President Bill Clinton, Gov. Josh Shapiro, former Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Walz.

Here's the full speakers list for Thursday:

Minyon Moore, chair of the 2024 Democratic National Convention Committee
Invocation by Everett Kelly, national president of the American Federation of Government Employees, and Imam Muhammad Abdul-Aleem of Masjidullah Mosque of West Oak Lane, Pennsylvania
Presentation of Colors by the Illinois State Police Honor Guard
Pledge of Allegiance by Luna Maring, a 6th grader from Oakland, California
Rep. Veronica Escobar of Texas
Becky Pringle, president of the National Education Association
Randi Weingarten, president of the American Federation of Teachers
Sen. Alex Padilla of California
Marcia Fudge, former secretary of Housing and Urban Development
Rep. Ted W. Lieu of California
Sen. Tammy Baldwin of Wisconsin
Rep. Katherine Clark of Massachusetts, House Democratic Whip
Rep. Joe Neguse of Colorado
Mayor Leonardo Williams of Durham, North Carolina
Rep. Raja Krishnamoorthi of Illinois
Sen. Bob Casey of Pennsylvania
Sen. Elizabeth Warren of Massachusetts
Rep. Jason Crow of Colorado
Rep. Elissa Slotkin of Michigan
Rep. Pat Ryan of New York
Rev. Al Sharpton
Members of the "Central Park Five": Dr. Yusef Salaam, member of the New York City Council, and activists Korey Wise, Raymond Santana and Kevin Richardson
Amy Resner, former prosecutor and friend of Harris
Karrie Delaney, director of Federal Affairs at the ****, Abuse & ****** National Network
Lisa Madigan, former attorney general of Illinois
Marc Morial, president of the National Urban League
Nathan Hornes, former student at Corinthian Colleges
Tristan Snell, former New York State assistant attorney general
Gov. Maura Healey of Massachusetts
Courtney Baldwin, youth organizer and human trafficking survivor
Deb Haaland, secretary of the interior
John Russell, content creator
Rep. Maxwell Frost of Florida
Rep. Colin Allred of Texas
Joint remarks on "A New American Chapter": Anya Cook, Craig Sicknick, Gail DeVore, Juanny Romero and Eric, Christian, and Carter Fitts
National anthem by The Chicks
Kerry Washington
Joint remarks by Meena Harris, Ella Emhoff and Helena Hudlin
D.L. Hughley
Sheriff Chris Swanson of Genesee County, Michigan
Rep. Lucy McBath of Georgia, joined by Abbey Clements of Newton, Connecticut; Kim Rubio of Uvalde, Texas; Melody McFadden of Charleston, South Carolina; and Edgar Vilchez of Chicago.
Gabrielle Giffords, former member of the House
Performance by P!NK
Sen. Mark Kelly of Arizona
Leon Panetta, former secretary of defense
Rep. Ruben Gallego of Arizona
Gov. Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan
Eva Longoria, actress and film producer
Adam Kinzinger, former member of the House
Maya Harris
Gov. Roy Cooper of North Carolina
Vice President Kamala Harris.

Shoot! Thar haint no other candidate
within a bajillion miles
worth celebrating with unbridled fête
cuz the other contestant
(hands down) ranks as ingrate
man dragging fetters shrilly mutters,
the opposition mumbles,
no you don't get away with freedom
them words to ****, cuz
against peace mongers
this republic for liberty,
which country stands under
the grateful dead
someone must liberate
the ship of state
one must steadily operate
even courtesy motley skeleton crew
captained, governed, and trumpeted
by weird Wharton wimp
linkedin to leitmotif reprobate
with lips he doth undulate
poisoning the fresh air
and poll looting the audiological
and visual realm of vulnerable listeners
courtesy radio and television waves.
rawpoems Nov 2015
Good Evening Officer,

My name is Phillip Pringle
I am a male, who has chosen to like females and my favorite cereal is Lucky Charms. I come from a time where math class had actual numbers and I know that cause me and Smart Guy would solve problems every Sunday. A time where no one needed to worry for their future because a friend named Phil already lived there and if he did not visit then Raven Simone could tell me the next time I'd see him. In elementary school I was made fun of for having a squeaky voice, in middle school I would yell at my teachers and the only mistake I made in high school was not being an emotionally abusive 6 foot 4 light skin.

In the mornings, I turn off my alarm- sleep for ten more minutes and show up late to class, at nights I position my sheets to cover my feet because it just feels safer. When I was four, my mother taught me how to tie my shoes, when I was eight my sister laughed when I told her about my crush when I was 10 my father taught me how to change a tire, I am now 18 and my mother will still beat me if I come home with a cigarette in my mouth.

I am a 6 feet tall, 119 pounds, and I continue to fall off my skateboard. I have an iPhone, I can't afford a pair of Jordan's and I have yet to Netflix and Chill. My favorite rapper is J.Cole, I struggled in my science class and the food I eat on campus is disgusting. But despite how much I humanize myself you will still shoot me like the monster you are.

Officer I have learned in the span of the last three years that your executions are not executions, and your guns are not guns. But your homicides are homages. And your murders are offerings. The Miranda warning is preaching, your orders are teaching, your spirit is pride and our bloodshed is tithe. Officer I've learned that my mother's cry is just a hymn waiting to be written- and every morning from 7 to 5 you drive in the church with your 9 millimeter bible and evangelize. So before I become one of your martyrs-- let me bless you with my final words.

People like me..

Before we are born, We intertangle with the moon, I know that because twilight leaves it's patterns all over our skin. And despite each constant oscillation with the sun and the northern stars, we are still bounded to earth like soldiers to a battlefield.

Marching.
Marching.

And because of that our children will take our gravestones to the final objective- we will tell them that they were not expected to excellence but make peace with mediocrity.

— The End —