"ryde" poems
She just walks into a room and causes trouble
selling her pride on the side as lil hustle
see the worries in her eyes
these guys and their lies
she doesnt love’em or trust’em
telling them lies like its nothin
A Diamond, in the rough
Smooth skin, acting tough
A lost cause, but still worth somethin.
But she doesn't know when enough is enough.
Caught in her own web of keeping up.
Using pins and needles to keep herself up.
Tried to walk a straight line, easier being ****** up.
Been fighting through a struggle her whole life
"Doing what I have to.", read her tattoo on the right
her body paying the price
addicted to the hustle and the fast life
fast cars and flashing lights
Nikki Manjing for an extra $200 a night
the money feels good
She's getting it all right.
She’s all in,
ryde or dye for life.
Her daddy telling her he loves her
she believes him
and wont leave him
cause abusive love; is still love
a pimps love is deceiving.
Same face full of tears reappear when the drugs disappear
she had big dreams, in a small town that are no longer there.
An addiction kept her here.
Working the track, lost her long hair.
From sun up until the bright sky is no longer there.
Drugs kicking in
she wishes she wasn't here.
Judge calling for her order
Warranted, Her lawyer doesn’t even care
going through her own trials and tribulations
with herself her family isnt even there
its apparent that nobody else cares
lied too many times crying wolve
now everyone and every thing gone-- they ain't there.
she sayin this ain’t fair
as its time for her to face fear.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
A smooth head tilt toward the sidewalk,
he gently gestures for us to cross
When ignored, he snaps a bent leg into place
as naturally as he's attracted to men
soft, intelligent eyes glinting through his rainbow helmet
His cycle stutters like he did when asking Jason out,
breathing out life like he breathed out "I love you",
a mustang anxious to rear up and gallop
He soothes the handlebars with steady palms,
then unleashes his bike's power
as soon as we're safe
on the other side,
off to meet up at a romantic café
with a man named Peter Ryde.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied.
She purchased some clogs,
And some small spotted dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde.
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god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD THE DEVIL AND MY MATE BOB
today, bob delahunty, was befriended by an muslim terrorist, who is planning to place bombs
in every rich place of business, you see, he uses religious powers, to force people to close up
plant the bomb and the next day, with everyone in it, the building blows up, not everyone dies
but there were a lot of casualties, including the president who was there, for a press release
you see the building was FOX NEWS, and the terrorist said, he is ******* up the country with
his right wing crap, and bob went up to him and said, you are in the wrong here, fella
and the terrorist went away saying
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD THE DEVIL AND THE AKLIMIGHTY BOB
the next problem was the assassination of the lord mayor jim ryde, who really ****** this terrorist off
a lot, but the only way to stop jim, is to get inside, his car, and plant a powerful bomb, to rip jim ryde’s head
right off, and then, at 4.30 pm on the way to parliament house, the car blew up but jim got out alive
which made this terrorist mad and walked around saying
god is the devil, we must **** jim ryde,
god is the devil, we must **** jim ryde
god is the devil, we must **** jim ryde
because that is what i wanna do, oh yeah
so the terrorist organised a time to terrorise jim ryde’s favourite coffee spot, making sure he is aware
that jim was inside, and he hired three hit men to terrorise the coffee shop and they will take as long
as it takes, to **** the lord mayor, and the hit men broke the rules of what the terrorist wanted, but took
a risk, and the terrorist was outside, not happy, but made the stabbing right in the chest, he was dead in minutes
and the police fired shots at the terrorist who was named abduland the hit men, and killed them within minutes, and the police sang
i killed the devil cause the devil is abdul
i killed the devil cause the devil is abdul
i killed the devil cause the devil is abdul
the devil is the great abdul
god is the devil and the devil is abdul
god is the devil and the devil is abdul
god is the devil and the devil is abdult
THE DEVIL IS YOUR EVILSIDE, AND THAT IS THAT
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
Ribbon-wrought
A package brought
Greater interest to her stairs
Such little luck
Curiousity struck
When she saw its nameless flair
The package bore a pair of eyes
To better see the sunny skies
& the window-perched man glancing down
The latter, who, unnoticed knew
How harsh her nearsight quickly grew
As his sunny eyes met hers of brown
Curiousity killed Miss Catherine Ryde
As struck by a car, she instantly died
With thankful eyes locked to the windowsill
Of a man whose heart so deeply wept
Crossing the street, love's life was swept
& her farsight kept forever still
To the window-perched man upon the sill.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 2:00 AM UTC
Only twice in my life
Have I ever felt entirely safe.
Once when my dad told me when I was little
That if the house caught fire in my sleep
He would carry me to safety wrapped in my duvet
To protect me from the smoke.
And twice,
When I first met you.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir
Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing
For those who wear his token in evidence
Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury
By tour bus those who wolden ryde there
To seek a blessing (and a souvenir)
In brass Saint Thomas and his horse and groom
Forever stand; Saint Thomas asks of us:
“Sin you have seyn the paving wher I deyd –
Let now Iesu forever be your gyde”
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC