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Mark Toney Jan 2020
(substitute teacher addresses class)

Quiet!
Quotients
Quiz. . .

               ~Quantophrenia!

Quiet!
Quiz—
Quantify
Quotients. . .

               ~Question!

Quest :)

               ~Quantulate
               Quotients'
               Quantuplicity?

Quite!

Quiet.
Quiz—
Quantify
Quotients. . .

               ~Quisquilious
               Quiz!

Quiet,
Quoz!!!

               (laughter erupts)
               ~Quirky
               Quadragenarian
               Quipped
               "Quoz"!!!

Quit
Quackling!!!

               (chanting)
               ~Quirky
               Quasimodo!
               Quelch,
               Quash,
               Quell—
               Quirky
               Queasy
               Quizzes!!!

Quiet!!!
Quiet!!!

               ~Quirky
               Quasimodo!
               Quelch,
               Quash,
               Quell—
               Quirky
               Queasy
               Quizzes!!!

Quiet!!!
Quelch,
Quash,
Quell—
Quisquous
Querulists!!­!

               ~Quirky
               Quadragenarian
               Quipped
               "Quisquous
                Querulists"!!!

Q U I E T ! ! !
Q U I E T ! ! !

(school bell rings)

               ~Queue,
               Quicksticks!

Q-U-I. . .
QUIT!


© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
1/23/2020 - Poetry form: Alliteration - Poetry form: Alliteration - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :) - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
shila n Apr 2020
the fog writhe
approaching near

I try to run
anyhow, blocks of glasses
arose out of nowhere
I'm inside of a building now
standing before rows of windows

out I look
I see something
someone
an unknown figure
I couldn't make what is it
but my heart knows
I hate it

I got alarmed by my fear
the chills are slithering on my skin
It is coming
a lady in white, all torn up, full of dirt
was it soil?
was it blood?
messy long hair as dark as the night without the moonlight
bloodless pale skin
bloodshot sickly looking eyes

give me mercy
I really don't like this
I must get out of here
I must!

I tripped myself
I fell on my face
I try to get up but I failed
my body feels so heavy
so burdened
there's something above me
it's the woman
I know it's her
she sits on my back
I could feel her eyes
scanning through me
I could feel she
brushes her cold hands on my back
they're on my shoulders now
and then on my neck
to quelch it
she wants to **** me!

I close my eyes as tight as I could
I'm so scared
I'm ******* do
I try to scream
but no voice was out
it could not even pass through my lungs
only dry air escapes
only I could hear my voice
echoed in my own head
my neck got stiffened
I started to get panic

hell no!
I don't need panic attack right now
thanks!
breathe, I tell myself
it's not real
the woman is not real

keep fighting
move your limbs
kick my legs
grab on my mattress
I blink my eyes
forcing them to open
I have to wake up!

the lights from the wall
peeking through my lashes
my muscles had relaxed
my body feels light now
no longer heavy
I sat up
my heart raced

I search through my bag
took my pill
I overthrown my blanket
trying to go back to sleep
reciting prayer in my head
hoping to not encounter
the uninvited visitor
again
the nightmare I had before I experienced sleeping paralysis, or what I thought to be incubus
Searching for the truth,
A man is ****** and timid.
A woman strong and sweet,
Like the scent of a rose;
We hold hands, poised effortlessly
Together we will find common ground,
If only we stay connected to our Source
Does it matter who wins the battle,
The war has gone on for way too long?
Each one bellowing to one another
Who's right? Who's wrong?
The day lingers on and on,
The sun sadly offers it's warmth.
The heartaches are futile,
No giving of one self, no longing
It matters nothing about status quo,
But all is better when love enters in,
And quelch the flames burning inside.
I have watched myself slowly decay
It burns inside of me to recognize the hurt
Trying so hard to make it pass a day
And toss the struggles back into the earth
I have tormented myself for years
Wondering why I am the way I am
Some things make sense, others aren't clear
Am I doing the best I can
Some days it isn't that hard
Other days I just want to die
I know when I have taken it too far
And the flames inward explodes my life
I run to quelch the toxicity in my head
But I am the one who has put it there
Moreover, I'll be the one ending up dead
If I no longer care
I must find the power to cultivate my existence
But how do I make it take form
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
It's been that way since I've been born
Heaven knows I haven't done life right
But thank God he doesn't take score
I hope in the sunshine, deny the darkness at night
open up my mind like opening a door
And let the demons out
i'm a pagan: i was born yesterday...
please try to convert me:
but as much as i adore the logic sustenance
of Latin letters in the dynamic
of Hebrew thinking
i can't join the tribe:
such is their exclusivity anti-racism ha ha...
my choices... hmm...
become a christ-*******
or Allah's **** all in *****...
******* in prayer
***** up in the air, gentlemen! like
you just don't care! who-ah!
oh the release of emotion with those letters:
better than any sing-along surah
no mantra conquers: who-ah!
Al Paccino style scent of a woman: who-ah!
ooh: i'm getting the jibbly-fiddlets-poonnanie...
remind me: a long time ago:
if an atheist met god:
the god of the eaters of gods
the semite god eater
the yahweh who ate up Baal... etc.
and then tried to conquer, quelch, quench...
YQWQ the yaqwuq...
the darkest bride of how impartial
the yahweh was
with Adam and Eve
to split that headache of the siamese
twin Æ...
      oh but these are not mere hieroglyphs:
nature happens:
so do mutations...
suppose you throw a sacrificial lamb into
this slaughterhouse of ideas:
you think: poor semite...
improvising with the Greeks
you might conquer Rome
and... and... at the same time:
conquer the north with your milḥemet mitzvah?
us pagans would not secure rooting
in ontology etymology and
the likes: there would be no mythos ascribed
to us?
perhaps the Slavic gods yawned:
but Europeans retained the Nordic influences
so stressed for children
in cinema with Thor and etc
because Zeus was too Henry II
Angevin etc etc
        the god eating other gods
had indigestion and outright coinstipation
when dealing with the pagans of the north
it had to breed tremedous intellect
of individuals:
blindly walking north to the chimney of
Auschwitz
with the crucified son
that conquered the realms of Huitzilopochtli...
humming i hum too:
like a rainbow *******
a head that arouses Salome...
        so he sacrificed his son to create the zombies
of the north: these pedantic *******
oops and oosies
yet a memory of Odin remains...
it's even pop...
couldn't digest these gods: not even with your
crucified ******* christ and added
to spice some salt mumbo jumbo
of kosher pork and the Islamic peoples
threw their own stink into the matter
this hitchhiker no celestial worthy
no... if that wayward projection of a people:
imagine the Jews as Dwarfs in the
Lord of the Rings... a people displaced:
but how else would you encourage conquering
a people's spirit and their mythos
with your own and leave the ground
so desecrated with secular atheism
     this ******* this worm of a womb
like i told Edie though:
i'm trying to reimagine the brothel:
but i can't... because the best ****** come
out of the church...
a crusade here: a jihad over there...
          but if Jesus was just the standard to
give allowance to the "father"
to go as far as to eat the gods
sculpted in marble of the Greeks: who did take
the hook and sinker:
why are we still reminiscent of Odin
and Thor and Loki? and popularise them?
maybe i'm all looking awry...
the consecrated son of conquest:
but beyond the Roman Empire there were
the unforseen nomads, barbarians of the north...
i believe in the organic deity that
is at fault and also dumbfounded by
the grand awe of the yawn of indifference
that is the cosmic verse:
like oasis and the verse
like blur and reef: four brit-pop bands...
notably the latter bands had two songs
better than the former:
better man and give me your love...
i'm still searching for that poem i left
Edie in shrapnel(s)... purposively plural by choice:
oh jeez these pink communists
are driving me mad these stone-suckers
i'm being drilled... to expect so much more
from people i hardly want to talk
to them...
    each night shift i return home all
coked up on insomnia i see these lethargic
lice and dumbo doughs
and it just wakes up a Vlad the Impaler in me
and i think that being impaled
would be a better sacrifice: seriously? just crucified?
how about two weeks spent being
impaled through the **** up to the throat?
did he? die for everyone?
i'm pretty sure Judas died for himself
sure as **** he hanged himself before
Jesus was crucified...
           unless the current state of affairs
in England is no longer
****-
            hyphen! hyphen! prefix! prefix!
ugh... -stani     suffix! hyphen! suffix!
tender little lamb to the slaughter of my verbiose
cunning... some more some more
all the other littles...
                  but like one Ukranian girl said
to me: so these gang rapes and all...
i couldn't get a **** out of an English girl
even if i wanted to...
these was the French Grenoble exchange student
the Australian, the Russian girl...
now i have to fly all the ******* way
out to Kauai (in Hawaii) for some smooch...
but an English girl? no...
and i hear of these ****- **** gangs
of eager 15 year old English girls and i'm like:
huh?! seriously? that easy?
just give them candy and botox then
pour some petrol on them and tell them
you'll smash their teeth out if they don't ****
your blistered skin ****?
  wow... that easy?!
            the Ukranian girl just said: so...
where were those girls' parents?
           i don't know: i'm sure i wasn't there...
so for these Pakis to get all that freely available
jelly and juice and here i am
having to fly over 7000 miles to **** a girl
in Hawaii...          great...     super...
thank **** i'm not English: to begin with.

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