"spinoff" poems
The darkness into the moon
A beastly attack that will embark on soon
An enchanted forest with a foggy presence
Consequences beyond within a precise instance
The beast from within searching for blood and flesh
Eaten down to the bone with nothing left
The beast being fed
The moon in how it led
As the beast swiftly heads for its ****
Its mind is guided upon its own will
As the beast walks off
The irony is a spinoff
Yet the imagination thereof
The vision of teeth and claws
But no mention of a thaw
Story line having its own dialog
Your mind being the electric plug
No character being a ****
Grimm’s living on am
Many more stories in their own begin
Grimm’s extending into no end
A written hardcover book that won’t bend
But a night that makes your heart and mind transcend.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Landing the flip
It doesn't matter
The music plays
In the background
I spend my life
The same every day
New person
Different day
Same me
I'm always just
Breaking broken
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Chuck
There once was a show named “Chuck”
It didn’t have much luck
After five seasons it was gone
Oh it felt so wrong
For Chuck was about a nerd
Who ran with the herd
A fun loving guy in a comedy no less
Always making life a mess
Each episode an adventure or a quest
Making it fun to watch as a guest
It had all the right things
Even a girl with “talent” it brings
More bumbling than a bee
He reminded me of me
Sometimes hero and sometimes goat
Made him feel real and not remote
With a side kick and a crew
Each week your addiction grew
More laughs than a barrel of monkeys
Was the trigger that turned the keys
To my heart
Right from the start
Adieu I say to cast and show
If there is a movie or spinoff let me know.
Andreas Simic©
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
Getting Loonier But Freer
Sitting in the bathtub come prepared:
Pen and pad squared off,
Ready for the spinoff
Boring or imploring
Phrase, theme, word
To make inspired this not tired,
Not yet batty lady
Who, in dotage her,
Is sounding more and more like Lear
(not king – the other one)
Using words in play from fun
To pleasure those with fun-ny bone
Or anyone come close –
With dose of looniness and freedom.
Each thought legitimized – seen through her eyes -
She writes as if the script were scripture,
Thought brought down from god-knows-where,
She, prepared to edit if she must,
Every bit writ down on trust.
The paper pad is soaking wet,
Words dimmed and saturate.
Time to get out of the tub,
Dry hair, the ***
And superficially skin deeply
Watch the evening’s mediocre,
Scary, all too interruptedly TV.
(For TV’s actually for money,
Not for me, or them’s that’s like me.)
Pity!
Getting Loonier But Freer 11.6.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Bath Book II;
Arlene Corwin
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 6:09 AM UTC
I put my headphones in watching the scenery go by.
I look up at the night sky speeding past .
The tires of the car are steadly driving
practically kissing the road .
Silence is my bestfriend.
We spend days togehter, and nights together.
I look up at my parents at them.
My dad looks at me through the mirror and says "val why are you quiet? Are you okay ?"
I paused my music shrugged and said the normal "I'm fine"
I play my music again .
Little did they know I learned something about myself,
the things I can do . My parents say one thing
,But their minds say something else . Yes I can read minds, I don't want to seek help from my parents because they would either
A. Think I'm crazy or
B.Send me to some testing facility .
We are riding to my new boarding school RoseHaven . The students there seem to have powers too , but it's a secret .
I hope I make new friends . I'm really nervous ...
We finally pull up to the school .
My parents walk me from the parking lot ,to the court yard, to the headmasters. I say goodbye to my parents. I wasn't sad about leaving my parents, they always focused on the job.
I finally have time with the headmasters.......
TO BE CONTINUED
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC