"ques" poems
Through the smoke, **** and *****
A parking fine, ***** on it.
The most horrid sight, we’re used to it, right?
The capital’s disgusting and we’re ******
Lengthy ques for employment,
Assorted drugs for enjoyment,
Our bank account’s bust, believe it we’re ******
The government won’t even lend a hand.
Will it be Lidl or Aldi?
Wetherspoons, cheap and rowdy.
An overdraft to, purchase more *****
Fracking makes us hate you more, it’s true.
Unpunctual trains, privatisation.
It’s ******* cold at the station.
Elite middle class, this country’s a farce,
Don’t even get me started on the EU.
Chicken wings and pollution,
Private health care – THAT’S THE SOLUTION!
Increased licence fees, no money for tea,
Five more years of Cameron and we’re *******
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Nothing like, a cat soiree
Dancing cats, it's their forte'
If you're ever in thoughtful doubt
Need to smile, but can only pout
Find the cats, at their hangout
As they sing and dance about
Doing jigs and Rumba ques
Square dancing, a happy view
Tapping out to follow thru
Catty moves, line dancing too
Here Merengue, there is jive
Frolicking free, fully alive
No better joy, of feline scenes
Kittens cavort, like dancing fiends
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
This passion,
*mindless, careless, and free,
absorbs my heart, ever so strongly.*
In it's grasp of fearlessness,
*I am caught in a high,
rebelling, against a nature of shy.*
Carried swiftly,
*amongst this gentle breeze,
I am complacent to this ease.*
A dash of curiosity,
*develops a lethal combination,
rising above, to a new elevation.*
Discoveries erupt,
*inducing a state of wonder,
followed by outbursts of blunder.*
Treasures,
*subsequently arise,
although in careful disguise.*
Traveled roads,
*though may seem tainted,
only await, to be freshly painted.*
Defined,
*by colours and hues,
of a love, acknowledging the ques.*
Endless,
*our devotion will be,
knowing no depths, like the roots of a tree.*
Together,
*we have found bliss,
upon this day, we will forever reminisce.*
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
the city is pink
the clouds are close
the sun will sink
pubs will flood
pavement splattered
with tipsy chatter
from ****** clubs
glass shattered
and mornings knackered
the strangers that find me strange
The heave of an alleyway in a drunken sway
movement
students
cocktails
drunken wails
pool cues
ques for loos
beer gardens
feeling disheartened
potions creating feeling
to disobey trust
emotions blinded
by unnecessary lust
addictive needs
swift gulps of a remedy
morning bleeds
and my head is the enemy
delaying the night to be over
as i wander slow pace
the thought of being sober
the people and the look of my face
the clouds cry as I stare at the sky
I turn down to the puddles to untangle my troubles
the endless struggle to this puzzle
the sky is grey
I run to the train
panting in dismay
at a city full of pain
in a happiness debt
that the journey might reset
I blink
I missed my train
but the city is in pink
I live to love it
I make myself think
so I head to the bar
and I buy a drink
Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 7:24 PM UTC
discussing with friends they,re eclectic noggins bobble suddenly
slowly quick the wagging of tongues juxtaposed to startled teeth
in rhythmic ques they pour daft prophecies in hideous giggling
we talk and amble amiably on every topic odoring and tepid shifting
slickly
it's easy and the sun frails and we joust winking verbs and nouns and and
or we entertain electric chaos screens bulging distended growls of death
or cinema or. outside it's raining, beautificly a synonym for damp patterring
of a 1,ousand tiny feet and plopping uncertainly violent puddles staggering
and the iron weight bears heavy on the hills dimpling the hips of earth
or we are static for a few and hours we make goodbyes and promises
of recurrence we,ll never keeps the night our tired bodies as we make
to the cold metal leather bucket seats and outside it's muttering rainfully beauty...
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 11:11 AM UTC
Melon Collies
Mashed Potato
Lemon Lollies
Aspect Ratio
Burnt Toast
Green Crisps
Dry Roast
Scratched Discs
Missed Calls
Cigarette Smoke
****** Fools
That Annoying Bloke
Headaches
Nightmares
Bed Shakes
Bus Fares
***** Hands
****** Hairs
Flirty Grans
Bruised Pairs
Unwashed Pots
Dented Tins
Acne Spots
Overflowing Bins
Living Beyond Ones Means
Benefit Cheats
Being Obscene
Anger In Defeat
Long Ques
Cutting In Line
Being Rude
Wasting Time
Self Service
Disc Error
Being Nervous
Ugly Mirror
Discarded Wrappers
Paper Cuts
Hardened Slappers
Naked *****
Bad Taste
Sore Throat
Sad Face
Raw Goat
Smelly Feet
Missing Socks
Unclean Sheets
Talking ********
Flat Tires
No Ink
Tangled Wires
Loo Stinks
Muddy Puddles
Cracked Pavement
Minor Scuffles
Black Enslavement
Tax Returns
***** Glass
Chinese Burns
Half Mast
Fingerprints on Screens
Points that are Moot
Friends that are Really Fiends
Two Finger Salute
Melted Ice Cubes
Third World Poverty
People Being Rude
Unjust Sovereignty
Unpaid Fines
Hasty Follies
Doing Lines
Nasty Bullies
Mold on Bread
Lumpy Custard
Off My Meds
Cheeky *******
Painful Splinters
Dead Batteries
Rainy Winters
Springy Mattresses
Filled With Dread
Slow Divorce
Cold Bed
No Remorse
Saying Goodbye
Not Wanting to Part
No Reply
Broken Heart
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
It was brutal and visceral
Painstaking
When allowed to breath
Consume
the metered tempo
Pages of subtleties noted...
horse whipped fantasies
ques in fatal revelations
lovers shouting out
what they truly mean!
Dusk to dust, vanished with one
stroke of delicious body intelligence
savored in love's spring
this birthing again brings
ahead of me, all that poignant mystery.
I strap on my day like an ummm-worked canvas
Glasses and wrinkles
Some say twinkles under the eyes
intuitively sneaking for a ‘once again surprise’
(Always waiting… energy like this never dies)
Linaji 2011
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 10:57 AM UTC
A night at the bar
I don't drink
So I found my way to the pool room
Keep my hands busy shooting pool
Frame then break the *****
Hit one in to decide
Stripes or solid
Angle the shot
Apply the right amount of pressure
Hit in the solids work to isolate the 8 ball
Once you hit it in you win
Play for fun not about the hustle
Play a few rounds win or lose
keep the game fun
Playing a drunk
Excuses why they stunk
Pool ques and blue chalk
Leave your mark on the loser
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
.
To be
or not to be
that is the ques
tion: whether 'tis
nobler in the
mind to suffer
the slings and
arrows of out
ragous fortune,
or take arms
against a sea of
troubles,and by
opposing e n d
them? To die:to
sleep; no more;
and by a sleep
to say we end
the heart - ache
and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
devoutly should be wished. To die, to
sleep; to sleep perchance to dream:
ay there's the rub
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
you try, but no one cares
you speak, but no one listens
you scream, but there is no sound
your ques are missed
ignored wisdom
everyone's too obsessed with their own clouded mind
you're problems are small, and insignificant
remember to just smile
remember to just nod
and die quietly inside
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
I want to go
Where the birds can go,
Escape these ***** streets
Escape in my wildest dreams,
From
Traffic ques and road rage
Constant din of the rat race,
A voyage of serendipity
Here to the deep blue sea.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC
shine on, you perplexed ruby red light; shined on for your years of ambiance, and now the shine's seemingly dulled.
as the illuminated street signs show you the way out of your own head and into the house where you'd rather sleep all day than clean, read or create; illustriousness never held much of a hold on the mind you've let burn into a pile of carbonated waste.
in the silence you've surrounded yourself in, you've found that there's too much going on in your own head for anything to ever be quiet, so you scream.
as the death of another loved one fills your heart with sorrow and pain, there seems to be a new reason to figure this one out on your own; there was nothing you'd missed over the years, but you've always seemed to ignore the social ques and questions you knew felt needed left unanswered.
in light, there is darkness. and in darkness there is light. it's all a matter of perspective.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
My weary eyelids are propped up on caffeine outlining pensive pupils,
as thoughts flicker across irises, in hazy and unclear hues.
It's about time for the fog to be lifted,
when curtain call brings an end to the last act.
Slipping headlong through time and space, memories are fading ques
Air caressing my cheeks one last time before setting down my quills.
The end of the story is near,
eyes overcast in shadowy veil.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
We've all heard it before, when passing though hell
keep on going
Knowing not when, the pain and hurt will end
or show any signs, of slowing
Devils and demons may look up as you pass
but the schedule is arduous, hard
They're keeping their ques, moving on through
their own psyches riddled, and scarred
On exit, no more the screams, screeches and wails
from man, woman, or bard
Worst nightmares reveal, don't sign the deal
your soul in hell, too discard
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC