"ruff" poems
How neatly a cat sleeps,
Sleeps with its paws and its posture,
Sleeps with its wicked claws,
And with its unfeeling blood,
Sleeps with ALL the rings a series
Of burnt circles which have formed
The odd geology of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
With all the fur of time,
With a tongue rough as flint,
With the dry *** of fire and
After speaking to no one,
Stretch myself over the world,
Over roofs and landscapes,
With a passionate desire
To hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
Would undulate, how the night flowed
Through it like dark water and at times,
It was going to fall or possibly
Plunge into the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
Like a tiger's great-grandfather,
And would leap in the darkness over
Rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night with
Episcopal ceremony and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams
Control the obscurity
Of our slumbering prowess
With your relentless HEART
And the great ruff of your tail.
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A Spider sewed at Night
Without a Light
Upon an Arc of White.
If Ruff it was of Dame
Or Shroud of Gnome
Himself himself inform.
Of Immortality
His Strategy
Was Physiognomy.
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Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb
A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on
I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about
Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out
We ended up in Disney
Me and all of the hippies
Where we had caboodles of fun
We met Mickey and he saw it
When I lifted his wallet
Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run
We split in different directions
To throw off detection
It's A Small World is where I made my mistake
With that song stuck in my head
It's a fate worse than death
Prison now sounds like a wonderful place
We rendezvoused in
The Pirate's Of The Caribbean
Where soon after, in came the law
We all jumped from our boats
Splashing around in the moat
And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl
We soon made our escape
Out of exit door 88
Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night
Where in the middle of the street
Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy
All with guns strapped to their sides
We ran into a shop
And bought guns on the spot
All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man
Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up
As Goofy holds up the cuffs
And Donald says something we can't understand
We had a shoot out
With cap guns no doubt
After all Disney runs a safe place
Ran out of caps in our guns
Which stopped our lives on the run
The wrath of Mickey we all now would face
After justice's hammer
I'm now back in the slammer
This time I made my own prison bed
Now I cry every day
What more can I say
With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
Coffee in the mornings
******* afternoons
Smoking joints in joints
Listening to music
Every night by moon
My youth went up
As another puff
As another sniff , a wiff
And before I knew it
I was looking very ruff
I can't even remember
If I slept at all
Or who I was sleeping with
For all I see are faces
Their names I don't recall
Rosebud tripped on the step
Coming out the entrance door
She fell into my open arms
I would never be the same man
As I was just before
See most women
Leave their jewelry
Rosebud left her name
Rosebud loved the thunder
Rosebud loved the rain
She scared me like lightning
Laugh at all my pain
She never asked me if I loved her
She never said the same
She laid her head upon my shoulder
Said when you're gone
I will be sorely pained
Rosebud tripped on the step
Coming out the entrance door
And fell into my open arms
I would never be the same man
As I was just before
See most woman
Leave their jewelry
Rosebud left her name .
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
**** Your tyrarny!
I am passed
trying to understand
what your intentions are,
were,
or
what they would have ever become
with me.
Why did you
choose me
to torment?
What is it about me
that makes you want to
hurt me,
insult me,
belittle me,
and run ruff shot over me, when I am
and have been
the ONLY person who
has ever stood by you
no matter what.
Even so, you treat me like
a piece of trash
that you would just as well wipe your *** with.
You have disrespected me,
my home,
my heart,
and my dreams
of ever
having any kind of life with you.
I have been tormented by you
until
I really just want to be
rid of you and
and anything to do with you,
any memory
of you ever having been in my life!
Your pure unadulterated filthy meanness is
so obnoxious
and heartbreaking, that I frankly,
want nothing more to do with you
ever
anymore!
I just want to be far Away from you!
I pity you!
I really do.
I wish you well,
but I know now
you will never have any kind of life with me,
Simply because you never wanted that
or me.
So.
it is time
to pick up the pieces of my life
move on
with what I have left of the material things,
and build myself a new life,
with the help of my spiritual belief,
and the faith I have in my own self worth.
you have left me with nothing
but hurtfelt memories
and the realization
that you
never meant to do anything
but hurt and betray my kindness
and to test my faith in what could be.
Now
all I feel is disgust at my own stupidity,
not to mention
my repeated self destructive actions
and simple hard hardheadedness
when it came to making things work with you.-
-You never cared enough to even try
so
I am
as of right now,
gone, gone, and gone,
out of your reach!
Your mean insults and ignorant gestures
can no longer hurt me, as ..
I don’t care
what
you do
or
say
anymore!
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
think about the homeless theres no place to go
living in box in the rain and snow
living in the ruff no where they can hide
no where to keep warm from the cold outside
think about there life and how it used to be
before they all became a homeless tragedy
think about homeless there are quite a few
and thank the lord above the homeless is not you
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
In the moonlight, high in the Lemon Gum,
perched under the arching ghostly branches
two eyes of jet peer from a snow-white mask.
Tyto Alba, the Barn Owl, with heart shaped
****** disc, edged with ruff of stiff feathers.
Mottled pearl-grey body feathers above
the moth like plumage, purest white beneath
her slim legs are bare on the lower half,
with small feet that end with deadly talons.
Nocturnal, she roosts in the heat of day.
You will hear her screeching in the cold night
hear the scream before you ever see her.
She can see in the half light of humans
night vision even in total darkness
pinpoints her prey by listening to each sound
the desperate, scuttling little creatures make.
She is a well designed killing machine
with hooked beak, powerful feet and sharp claws.
Her flight feathers have softened edges
to make her deadly flight near soundless
She swoops silently down without warning
seizing victims with her claws, biting deep
into their neck arteries, puncturing
their most precious organs for a quick death.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Your party an animal affair
The elephant and kangaroo
A dog in a ruff, upside down
on a tub
And a friendly cockatoo.
We all sat round the ring
The lights were bright
The music a jaggedly song
Then in came Queen Bee
On her trapeze.
Mr clown took a leap
But missed the band
In Queen Bee’s hand
Gliding safely
To earth by his feet.
Love Grandma ***
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
A thistle is just enough
to encumber a ruff
rider through the hills
never mind the flour mills
to process and possess
and gain interest
on fervent capital gains
which are not worth the pains
for glory be told
for those who'd rather be old
and grey without headfeathers
and times naught but better
have then the vanity
to spew chicanery
to delve into the society
of anti-sobriety
and them then who lost
streetwise cost
but for the depreciated stock
which will be bought up by the flock
will credit its debits
to gangs that met its
match to the makers
and the tough men shakers
who make it possible to move
product without anything else to prove
than to their mothers
dead fathers and brothers
that one can make a living
off of ******* soul ******* and killing.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 6:38 AM UTC
My whole life I’ve been fighting control,
Now I’m just looking where to go.
I could choke with the words I wish to speak;
Looking for direction while moving my feet.
This path I walk alone yet the fence is where I sleep.
Laying my head to dream or weep.
Roaming and asking why I was a young fool;
Loving to much, and not living like I should!
There’s so much more to unfold
Traveling dear old wandering soul.
Be yourself and “BE ALL YOU CAN”
Sometimes its ruff on the roads
These days, living Life day by day.
Riding the mountains back across the peaks of green
Like a wrinkled blanket shallow and in small heaps.
The simple beauty left me feeling
Breathless, apart of everything and
Content. Not like my city friends
Where I pass by invisible to all.
My heart has been struck by a thunderbolt.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
I don’t know why but people are so hard to trust,
Liars are the main heads I want to bust,
They are so crusty like bread crust,
When I’m telling the truth, they try to fuss,
They be the first ones to cuss,
Liars aren’t no where near tough,
You know what? I’ve had enough,
When you try to talk to them and tell them the whole truth,
they huff and puff,
They’re dogs, when they see me, “they say ruff ruff”
I’m their owner, I’m the boss,
I run them, if anything, soon I’ll be their loss,
I don’t lie, I come out with honesty,
People are so scared to confront me,
They stink, they rotten, they ***** the smell,
My part, my regrets, I’ll never tell,
Some of these liars should hope that they do well,
Because one day, they’ll be the main ones that go to jail,
I bet they won’t even get bail,
If I hear more lies again, it’s going to be a bowl of hell,
The truth is what I yell,
Liars are what they yell,
They don’t know truth,
They’re just youth,
I’m a full women,
Those liars have something, to them, coming,
These dumb *** songs are what they keep singing and humming,
They are some **** dummies,
Lies, lies, lies,
The truth always flies,
I am never the first one who cries,
No one can knock me down, even if they try,
I wonder what they’ll say if I just happen to....die
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
There was an old person of Bude,
Whose deportment was vicious and crude;
He wore a large ruff,
Of pale straw-coloured stuff,
Which perplexed all the people of Bude.
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Devil in a red dress,
she will tear you apart.
As quick as a whip,
as sharp as a dart.
trample on your dreams,
I tried to warn you from the start.
Daddy's little girl, spoiled rotten , right down to her heart.
loves getting what she wants,
and she wants what she wants.
She's hotter than sunny day;
her smile - take your breath away
devil in a blue dress
that plays so ruff
even the bad boys don't stay
but she's heaven sent
cause God, made her that way.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
Dear guardian angel
I need you here today
The road has been ruff
And I have nothing good to say
Dead guardian Angel
Where have you been
My world is crashing down
I need to pray for my sins
Dear Guardian Angel
The night is coming soon
I can't bear the thought of being in this room
Dear guardian angel
Is that the voice I hear
Or is it just my own thoughts consuming me with fear
Dear guardian angel
Im looking up in the sky
Wondering if my life is all built from a lie
Dear guardian angel
I see the daylight now
I feel you are near I know it somehow
Dear guardian angel
Thank you for saving me
I'm not suppose to see you
That's not how's it suppose to be
Dear guardian angel
It's warm it's sunny and bright
All because you helped me to make it through the night.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
Should my anticipation run behind, when the air so cold runs dry? My mind is a wonder in this ponder ahead of me. For some reason my heart says you're a bit overwhelmed but I can't help but rely on will dwell.
Some of the sun spots reflect the conscious of hell we rebel. The eye of the drafty wind. My mind wonders as I see the sun bleed, my heart sinks as the hours pass. You remind me of the constellations breading. The halo is gorgeous as your amber glows the Tuesday moon bringing in the Wednesday revenge, a perfect circle to a perfect gratitude of the lust we shared in a wanted haunting. Your strawberry kiss gathers my mood swings. It's heart carries a stone the size of the moon. Pity from far but a sight to see the circle of life surrounds the familiar meaning of how much you mean to me. Some days I can't remember some days I would like to forget. When lovers split into million pieces call me out as I blacken into fading out the cool breeze cold chill spinal tap heart attack buried deep in my bones a diamond in the ruff. My fractal eye frame this sight picture it twice keep me in mind what you see is what you find. Finding myself blind I'm reminded all the time. I'm bloodshot dry Trying not to cry. My reasons why are believed lies. with just one look no second guess. You'll see my regret. You'll see me die a little in my sight. the half heart you shared the day I felt I would care... I would reside my life just to keep you near of a grateful insight. Standing in line waiting to see you see my side. I found my peace you had fit the feeling of being complete embraced me. to let it be. hesitation aside I would rewind my life just to keep you close by, but the patterns we can't hide from this manifested tide. A rush of love a loss of touch we reach for the sky but the stars just keep pushing high as we keep stretching our time is space.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 11:33 PM UTC
Before I fall asleep I'm thinking about you karma
Wonder why life is full of drama
And why so much pain is in my mamma
I eonder why you make things hard at times
Can't you see its hard enough
And if you ain't got nobody at times
Life can be ruff
You see karma I finally see who you are
But even when your smart doesn't mean your going far
Even when your right doesn't mean there won't be wrongs
But the bedt way to beat you is to move along
Then stay strong cause people judge for no reason
I swear people change more than the seasons
Even your friends will bring you down
But in in that situation now and I just go around
Well thanks karma is been a pleasure
I ll hit you back when my life together
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
every time I breath Its like I'm taking a puff,
different day same danm stuff,
got my kush to keep it tuff.
need that push when **** gets ruff,
In my vein I crave her name takes my sorrow takes my shame,
Miss my girl ms.Mary Jane got me tied up on her chain.
Kinda holdin barley sain How I do it through this rain,
used to kikit all day long all thass left this gay *** song.
Arrywillbeloved2013© copy right protected
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
hands- ruff, hard
see- colors, half, suger
smell- good, sweet
hear- nothing
taste- chewy, cherry, orange, grap
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I want to be a dog's growl:
as rough as bark.
As I ruff and I bark
until my throat bleeds,
down my tongue,
and clots, choking me.
Strangling my anger.
I want to bite God's hand
and taste the scars and lines.
I want to run alongside
the downfall of man
like I'm chasing cars.
Waiting to be run over.
I want to be castrated,
neutered,
so I can fall in line,
so I can conform,
so I can be me in a sea
of nobody else.
I want to be beaten
with a chain
attached to my neck.
I want to be on t-v.
I want to be saved.
I want to betray trust.
Generic. Generic.
I want to be like this poem:
generic, you martyr.
You genocidal ****
You deadbeat.
You racist.
You sexist.
You intolerant ****
I want to chew off
my trapped leg.
I want to be a dog's growl.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
My heart will steal,
my words you'll feal,
right in side you're hope will Heal,
Just get through it,
you can do it,
hold on tite or you'll just lose it.
don't go mad inside just sad?
keep your sane and diss the lame
life's a game so look for fame
help some hearts and get the name
speak lit low and help them know
peace is hear for them to glow
take a walk and feal my talk..
see it played your'e favorit show
led the way with my gold chalk..
forget the bad of past you had,
make new be glad,
your'e tuff You're Rad,!
that pain that hole
often thaught of takes control
that mess that loss that empty goal,
thinkin back that costly toal,
It's your road And it's your choice,
make some sound to hear your voice,
down the path be strong its bumpy,
hear my song and don't be grumpy,
not alone,
stood felt like stone,
full rock hard ,
I'm sure no **** my words sock hard,....
[you had felt it so you delt it,
never grew a heartless clue,
I choose nice for your rude lies,
lookin over in despize,
fought the stress don't need a mess
for caught up in you're knot ties.
statin truth nor fantasize
feel it first before criticize,]
you know your heart has just be grown.
You were tuff when **** got ruff,
bin there done that know the stuff
as it seams those memory dreams
thew away,
oh day by day,
hears your luck it blew my way,
with your heart
"click heal restart"
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Jesse Mckush
Arrywillbeloved2013© copy right protected
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
(Give me a London girl every time…)
*- I want to push my hands into your hips and smack you back to front against the wall, bunching your **** little skirt in my fingers, unclipping those fifties plastic beauties that cling to your thighs and I want you to be a right proper girl for me, a right proper girl -*
(…I’m gonna find one, I’ve made up my mind…)
So she got her phone out and
Smiled her Madonna-Gap smile,
Fine lines floundering
Like speech marks
Either side of her mouth.
So romantic!
A girl with a face of
Punctuation!
***** pennies,
she said,
Your eyes are
*****
*******
Pennies*
She would finger the holes
In my tatterdemalion
Charity coats,
And my shop-bought medals.
She would jab her fingers
Against each point
Of the Burma Star,
Spookily,
As though it were a
Pentagram.
She’s a washboard,
Her ******* are thumb-tacks
In a cosmetic shade of
Gold,
With a crucifix stamped
Like a dagger glyph
Right between them,
like a silver sneer,
on her precious metal chest.
*- I want to take your photo -
I want you in Pippi Longstockings
And to angle you just so, my no-knickered **** with her goosebumps on show -*
I’ll never forgot when she told me
She owned a leopard-skin
Pill-box hat ,
And I said
* “You’d have to be dead
Not to fancy that…”*
I’m not sure how aware she is though,
Of how many people
Tongue- to- the -floor want her.
She plays bored on purpose!
I’ve watched beautiful boys
Go to pieces
Trying to entertain her
With a curly straw.
She’s a real cheekbone feline,
And around her pupils
Rages a ring of jagged orange,
Like a jester’s ruff.
And I think of all this,
Whilst she stands there,
Moving from toe to toe
In her zig-zag heels,
And wooden bracelets,
And her little lycra
Landmine that
Shop assistants sell
To girls like her.
And then she clocks me.
and she doesn’t say a thing -
she just swims smilingly over
Through a parted gaggle,
Letting me grab her
Like I mean it,
Spanning her waist with my
Hands like
A corset -
And the fairylights
Are just smudges
Across her sequins,
And her mottled shoulders are
Ten shades
Of mostly white.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
This
lovely
black bird
swans up to
me, raven haired,
great tits. I'm well
choughed. We lark about.
She said "Bury me in the sand martin"
Strange hobby I'm thinking, puffin as I dig
away. Her feet stuck out, pigeon toed. She owled
when I tickled them. The sea was too ruff to swim so
we flew a kite. A knot in the string made it a dipper
and diver. I had to duck. We swallowed a glass
of wine and under the eider down she asked
swiftly "What was that?" "Just a
little **** I said. She groused.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
You were my Queen of Hearts
A top card to draw
My Queen of Diamonds
In the ruff
The best I ever saw
Turned out
You were just a lump of coal
And just as cold
The Ace of Spades
With a very blackened soul
You made a Joker out of me
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
I Adore you , I Love the way You speak,
The way you move, I Love to Love Ya.
Through Hellacious events and even moody times.
I love you more in every way. So baby bring it all to me.
I will always Love you til Death do us part and in
sickness and health we shall have our Love as well as Wealth.
Death as well as Poverty,
as I wish upon a star for all to go
Well and superb as the shooting star never stops
I wont ever stop Lovin you
cause you are so hot stick sweet from your head down to you feet.
So pour some sugar on me,
but not to deep for to got as far down
WELL we gotta savour that taste of Love and passion,
The sweetness of truth on the tongue
of passion and the massage of Exstacy
within Your arms Flowin down your body as we
intertwine ourselves in a
Portal of seduction which Leads to a
Reproduction of the Lovelyness
that is My Immortal Beloved to Her
King on ancient wings of worldly power
will Give all my Love to you drastically
wanting to Dine on your Platter Like
Romeo and Julliets Hot ***
Not only to make you wet but as
well to make you mine until death
and beyond in Lovers Lane.
Deaths will not touch our
Coiled embrace as we set
on into the sun were
Earth Hits Wind and Starts to caresse
The Fire which is this passion for
Life Long with You no matter how old
and decrepped we get,
Our passion for each other is left
to be said that A Heart is a House for Love,
and while we ride together to
everlasting Life Exstacy takes a
hold of us just like The key to my
Ever loving Heart to My Empress as
well as my Immortal Daimond in the Ruff,
so I will take one jump ahead of that
line and Show you a whole new world
as we show sweet love face down ***
up in the air toggling my juicy energies
that call out for your sweetness Essence of ******
so I ask Are you Ready For Me My Immortal,
My Rib, My Everything,
Under this sweet moon we call Life ;
We careese every minute as its our
Last so Scream as Loud as you want
in that pillow as I release My Anocanda
within your cave to explore all the
wonders of My Immortal Goddess....
So Are You Ready??
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
Embers of my change glimmer within nights breath.
To bask in the flaws my dear we have nothing but endless hours.
Short as in a razor gleams bare were your thoughts cloaked in the
nothingness of my soon departure.
Wicked is she was a poison I would forever embrace.
Are we but mortal in coil so sinful my design.
Ruff she lingered for that which was a bruise .
Fond were the memories cast with sugar laced regret.
Break my desires allow my insecurities demise.
**** the flesh only to tarnish the soul.
My hells have seeped within forecast of shadows and a premature demise.
Pulled in pleasure a lash of release .
Do we find a part missing keys lost unlock doors never known to are
existence will you embrace the farewell as I already have my dear?
I'll give you the fires without the signals taste the rage without the pain.
Storms have bounded what never was together to begin with.
Nights ride a clash of bodies finds us a fragment of lovers now frozen
are thoughts as burnt are those hidden desires.
Tomorrow means nothing as page left empty needs only your
words to create.
Tomorrow knows nothing but what we have made of tonight .
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC