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L B Aug 2018
Pinto?

No, not the wild-spirited, color-splotched mare
with mane streaming like flames-thrown
behind in the wind
Taking desert inclines
with scuffing hooves on rock
catching her balance in mesquite
curbing?
The sage, dust
All
that nature throws in its pathway to knowledge
toward treachery of crosswalks?

“P-l-e-a-s-e  don't slow down!
Stop signs--?
”No!
Just keep going!
Don't slow down now!”

“They'll hear us coming
3 blocks away!”

Pinto?
Clogged carburetor--?
No one much-mentioned
rear-end inferno reputation??
A mere twinge in my signature
Woman-without-a-clue

“Hey, it runs, right?
Gets where we're goin'?”

Kids duck in back seat
so as not to be seen
In the cloud of smoke
We make our approach

Hiss Spitter, Belch, Pop
and--

BANG!

--Like a gunshot

Kids take cover
on street, in backseat
duck down
so not to be noticed...

“Oh Ma!  
MA!!!
Not right here!
Farther down!”

...so not to be seen
...by friends that matter...
in this ride
from hell!
Backfiring Beast--

“Friends”
skitter away
from what will emerge from the smoke and fumes
of high-risk-situation

Kids spill out through jammed door
to unexpected accolades
onto equality's curb
of laughter  
Public school's
wake of exhaust and relief

I drive mercifully away


Start of another school day
True. I swear!  Had this car for a short while in the early 80s when I went back to college.  It met its demise in a front-end collision.  Woman with no license ran a stop sign, plowing me into a utility pole.  The Pinto's reputation for fiery explosions burst across my mind.  I couldn't help but note the clicking hissing sound.  No time to think of my banged-up head.  Door was jammed, but window still rolled down, so I climbed through it in a skirt, no less, and ran.  Car was totaled.  If the collision had been just a little farther back, I might not be writing about it.
James Court May 2017
Spitter spatter
isn't that a pocketful of rain,
that you keep
in your pocket
like a locket on a chain
that's so heavy on your mind
it can not be left behind?
It doesn't help that all the snow-
flakes are falling on the lane.
With a screech
and a grind
what may go
through your mind
is the mist
that you kissed
as you followed him while blind,
and that same
spitter spatter
doesn't help
doesn't matter
any more
than the chatter
of the girl
he may find.
And while your
strength is waning in the cold,
it starts raining
just another indication
of the touch
of his hand,
and that simple situation
of your present incarnation
silky smooth
on the rope -
it could cause
the foundation
to collapse
like a tree
or through fing-
ers like sand.
Is it broken?
Did it flee?
Is it light enough to see
that the girl
that you were
isn't strong enough to be?
So your feet
hanging there
motionless
in the air
rent your pocketful of rain
and at last
set you free.
Paul Hansford Jan 2016
Very early in the morning we were woken from our sleep,
We were going on safari, being driven in a jeep,
We went out before our breakfast, we went out before sunrise,
We went out before the sleep had fully vanished from our eyes.
We had to dress quite quickly, and we went out in a rush,
And after we'd been driving through miles and miles of bush
For an hour or two, I have to say - forgive the way I speak,
But the roads were very bumpy - I was dying for a leak.

The driver stopped the jeep and kindly offered us a drink,
But it might have been more kind if he had only paused to think;
We had seen a herd of elephants, some vultures in the sky,
Several wildebeest and zebra, a hyena passing by,
Giraffes, a pair of ostriches, a buffalo or two,
And we'd taken lots of photographs (well, that's what tourists do);
We had even seen some lions lazing underneath a tree,
But ... we hadn't seen a toilet ... and I really had to ***.

Beside a water-hole at last we found a pair of loos,
And I hurried to the gents', 'cos that's the one I have to use.
Yes, I went up to the gentlemen's, and pushed the door ajar,
But I didn't push it hard, and it didn't open far.
There was something in the way, you see. I did a double-take,
For it looked just like a tail, the last six inches of a snake.
I decided not to panic - I'm not that sort of bloke,
And it could have been a rubber one, left there for a joke -
So I pushed the door wide open, to be sure of no mistake,
And what should I clap eyes on but two yards of living snake!

I closed the door, quite firmly, and went to tell the guide,
"I was going to the loo, but then I found a snake inside."
He didn't quite believe me, but he went across to check.
- Not just a snake, a cobra! - "Gosh," I thought, and "Flipping Heck."
For the snake looked very supple, and the snake looked very strong,
And if it would uncurl itself, the snake looked very long,
And a cobra's bite is savage, and a cobra's bite is quick,
And if that snake had bitten me, I'd be feeling rather sick.
"It might even be a spitter, judging by the size,
"So don't you go too close, and please be careful of your eyes."
But I had to take a photograph, for that's what tourists do,
And, warily, I took a snap of the cobra in the loo.

The driver wrote a notice "Danger, Big Big Snake Inside",
And the lady with the first-aid box took out of it with pride
A strip of sticking plaster to stick it to the door,
To tell anyone who came, there was a cobra on the floor.
By now the snake was moving, it was climbing up the wall;
It hid behind the cistern, and could not be seen at all;
It came down again, and wrapped itself around the waste-pipe neatly,
Then slithered right inside the pan and disappeared completely.

Now I was on a mission to tell others what I'd seen,
But I was very conscious of the fact I'd Still Not Been!
So in that situation, though most times I wouldn't dare,
When I found the ladies' empty, I quickly popped in there.
I'd had a narrow squeak, but now (in every sense) relieved,
I had to write my story, which I hope will be believed,
For every word is gospel truth, I fully guarantee,
And it's even got a moral, which is very plain to see.

    (Moral)
If you ever see a man who's coming from the ladies' loos,
Please don't jump to conclusions, he might have a good excuse,
- "I went to spend a penny, for my need was quite intense,
"And I had to use the ladies' - there's a cobra in the gents'!"
The record of a true encounter, in Zimbabwe a few years ago, when things were less difficult.
STLR Nov 2016
I ******* rock it
Then I lay it down

I am not a quitter, sick spitter
**** I just flow in rounds

atmospherics an
******* stellar sounds

Lyrics of astrophysics,
like chemistry
I just shape the ground

just huddle
But do not make a sound

I crush a cypher, decipher words into crooked nouns

Instant reaction to actions,
My riddles break the crowd

I've adapted to hard labor now

Can't **** with the vision
I'm here to **** it
and change the sound

Bicycle wheel spinning, I'm grinding
I need to get around

Flow soulful, for the soul
like I'm the golden child

Y'all so so, I go super sayin
No super wild

No delaying, I'm not evening playing
You're played out

Penetrator is coming through now
Left-over flow ******* better eat their food now

2016 fiend, ***** this just a new style

I hit the restart button, say **** the hard drive, bike peddling to work say **** the hard ride, living life is easy I say **** the hard times

I'm choking the game, I'm looking to ******* hog tie

Business this
you can **** on my long tie...

Young killer
been spittin it for a long time

Past due with my ******* come up

Ain't nobody ******* with the vision I'm blowing up

Cutting all these lames like division
So I can it add up

All of the positives, at heart I'm an optimist, don't **** with my oxygen
You can't breath what I breathe, **** your accomplishments, I will squash all of them I just abolish bums

Don't **** with my vision, I will **** for what is mine
and do it with precision

All these hoes just multiply
I divided with the quickness

All these fakes just want to try
don't try cause your missing

**** all of the rules
***** I am a misfit

I am just a ghoul, no goblin, no riches

The world is full of fools
Who can't **** with my vision
Mira scott May 2014
she saw things that made her malfunction
she broke down to words that should've made her function.
she tortured herself with plastered screenings
repeated feelings
not wanting to be of perceiving  

she was in and out of it, saw the fault line, lingered a bit.
she then took it for what it was, saw what he was, realized he never was.

Next she then meddled with hard hit reality.
she understands to not give herself up, she gets the places it'll mess up, and all she wants to go is up.
So time dwells, she wants to be over it, she wants nothing of it, only to be everything above it.

she does not self harm anymore, because she is of no harm, she is just charm.
he's made her realize that.
he's accompanied her to that.
so she thanks him for that.
she will not whither, she is winter, with personality of a spitter
she is summer with hints of glimmer
she is now full of no more sorrow, no bitterness, or self wallow
she is content, she is fluorescent.
she is better than ever yet.

the muggy cloud has gone and surpassed
therefore leaving everything in the past.
so she says,
see you later,
thanks for the class,
hope everything works out for you in your middle pass,
just remember to not let the next one pass and remember to not be an ***,
with that being said with wise words from this ***.. that you can kiss.
hahaha so see you in the free world, and maybe then can we pass, hit a space migration for our integrations.
thank you to the guy who decided to ***** me over.. you are just one of a kind

*note the sarcasm
Dalton Bauder Jan 2013
there's grace in all humanity, but
like a dog you've lost everyones faith,
by the pain of self pity came outward disgrace,
while you become time's eternal slave.

for now heads above water,
but there's lead in your shoes,
as youre always observing the lines.
drawn out step by step
in the sand where once slept
a great ego, kept fed by your pride.

now you're patiently waiting for them to be crossed,
like a snake youve coiled yourself to spring
but your bite will not spite anyone but yourself,
as the poison's already in your veins.
if you must poison yourself in order to pass on the poison, at what point does that risk become worth the while?
STLR Dec 2016
half dead, half alive
I've set the ******* aside

A lack of communication
made relationships complicated

no in between or compromise
just apartment evacuation

secrets and her temptations
for other girls in disguise

never seeing my family
broke my family ties

relationship was a tragedy
but education for wise

this determination is simply brought to you by

making my circles smaller and putting middle fingers sky

I don't fear the exterior
only my inner mind

I give 2 ***** about what it takes to be "That Guy"

positive energy, I pass vibes
like blunts in reversed rotation then high five

No need for enemies, I connect friends
like social media connects via WiFi

your presumed assumption is that I'm a basic guy
and that I only listen punk rock & low-fi
and watch shows on Syfy

Well ****, my minds a calibration
of verbal & herbal celebrations

a cascade of cadences
spitting cyhper's inside a basement

surprised reactions to faces who are adjacent
I flow with sophistication

I feel like I'm re-bourne an moving forward like jason

rebellious red chariot ready for devastation
hilarious recreations of politically posh faces

freedom of speech, now hear me say this
**** all, who think they can get away with
being rude or a racist
lets do away with limitations
that cause friction and separation

**** the order of the elderly
rules and the regulations

rules are meant for breaking
an tools are meant for the taking
watch me build a ******* nation
via verbal detonation, devotion and demonstrations

**** my ethnicity, my identity is nameless

Don't **** with the code
you'll get stuck in the ******* matrix

Pills an Anna Nicole
depression left in the cold

not a vomiting anorexic
but one who spits in the septic
verbal spitter & rhyme splitter via lethal needle injection

mud runner without a mold
I've left love in the cold
now I'm hoping that right is left in me

different directions I've traveled represents the best of me
I am my own friend, **** the fakes, I'm what I'm meant to be

don't judge with out a jury or without reading my life sentences
I've found peace in myself, I've finally found the rest of me

**** I ain't lost anymore!! this is what your witnessing
I am far from finishing, my vision is too riveting

no intermissions just missions to moons and galaxies
space shuttle launch from my brain, I create my own gravity
pull out your IPhone's or Screen Capture this With Your Galaxy
social media share button so all your friends can see

I've pieced the puzzle of my life, I need the glue its time to frame it
No more *******, just full clips of this flame ****

Fireball to faces, I'm in my own game *****!

pause if i wanna, smoke that **** that merry-hanukkah
shout out to my brother switchin lanes
likes its the autobahn
2017 I'm aiming to create a phenomenon

2017 I'm transforming to an auto-bot
******* to robo-cop
**** my solo-dolo ****
only spittin flames
like I'm chewing on a lava rock

that's melted lava for you fakes
wearing pajamas, dabbing to panda in a Honda wait...
my anaconda stretches condoms and eats a lot of cake..
my apatite is of dynamite all i need is safe..

I've cracked the code like De Vinci, come **** with me
Third Eye to the wise who think they know the secret
My code is of syntax created by cryptic code
just Netflix it, only a single X? lets fixxx it
comprehended what you just read them **** with it

I'm done with it, I use the letter the X to many times

I'm submissive..lets have a letter **** in a sub-riddit
Descovia Jul 2021
I don't understand it.
Everybody want to be a savage.
Upscale and overdramatic
90's mentality, I'm still fightin' madness.
So tell me
What you know about classic?
Better think, before you pop off at the mouth
and do anything drastic!

I never changed
I continue to do me
956 to 323
I got power
I am father to many prodigies
I'm going to stay on top
of the game, until they body me.

So you made a couple of hits
So you qualify as a hitter?
Stop calling yourself a killer
if you ain't about it ni**a
Gotta be outside the box
This is why
You cannot frame me
for any picture!
None of you, about the smoke
but be so quick to burn it all
Just like a swisher!
I cannot face time, rather not waste time.
Most of you get loco
When you be on the liquor
My foundation stands by me.
This is not vengenace, this is vigor!
So stop trying to use my lines
You's a stolen-style shifter
You ******* stolen-line-spitter
I'm not saint.
I rather not be a sinner.
I tell my child
You can do
ANYTHING!
Daddy will always rock with ya!
2021, new era, new me, I am done
******* with you pretenders!
Empty Mar 2020
Entrée and a silver spitter
Send a monk on monkey on mountain of the shin splitter
Bow to a wave the insane would stave off
Blessed be my buzz cut on I got on Hoth
Hole hath you no words to heed a Hebrew to brew a ***** such words so fancy
Belated so I need you, our evening and like the wind in bugs wings all dancing
In the envelope, that witches tower
A powder puff, a power puff shower
Onward a knee scrape the reap in a skin killer no chase, but a womb makes me a stiller man
Not a plan, said no man, but a take in fake doth thou find to abdicate a will to be a motor fan
You know a silver spitter.
You know them by their ruse and their hands,
Always clean but never to themselves.
We toss fingers like throwing cleavers
All at once and fierce and in the rivers
Flow like doves like molten spinners
A free crow and one single arm throw
In blow by blow bi blow in tow by sew
Sing to me silver spinner
Sell me your silver dinner
Something something we deliver
Hello all, I am the spinner of silver
For the forcing of change
Jody Carroll Mar 2014
Bitter,
Sweet like salt,
spitter,
and it drains the fault.

Decayed,
coiled glasses of fluid,
blade,
the poison in my throat, diluted.
BJFWords Mar 2018
Your teeth are the colour of off milk.
Your odour is of rancid butter.
I see you and I feel sorry for everyone that you spitter on.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Abeille Feb 2019
Q
On the subway
a woman with leather boots and a designer bag leaned forward in her seat and spit right onto the floor.
The woman across from me looked up, eyebrows raised.
“Really?” she mouthed.
The rear door slid open and a tall man walked into the car, his face badly scarred. Creamy-pink-and-tan marbled skin. He wore sunglasses. He didn’t have a nose or fingers. He carried a laminated news article in the crook of his arm. The headline explained, shouted to us, that he was the victim of an acid attack.
“They ruined my life. Money, please.”
“They ruined my life. Money, please.”
“They ruined my life. Money, please.”
Only the spitter and I gave him cash.
The spitter and I only gave him cash.
Taylor Perkins Apr 2017
Hit me so I taste blood
I’ll swallow it
Mama didn’t raise no spitter
Kiss me with your teeth
Lock me away with the monsters in the closet
Tie me with up with heartstrings
Wrap me up in sandpaper

Keep your tenderness far from me
Your sweet nothings rot my teeth
Holding me close at sunrise gives me morning-after sickness
Kisses on my forehead break my skin out
Touching me gently gives me hives, not goosebumps
If you don’t pretend to care
I won’t have to pretend to believe you
Trying not to catch those feels
indi Dec 2022
it's bitter,
the tab of validation on my tongue.
i should spit it
but you're looking right at me,
no,
through me-
you're rolling on what i gave you.
my tongue burns, but i hold your gaze
i want you to see i care.
dessa Aug 2020
pierced into my head
the concrete unfairness
of this world

those in a better place
cringe at those
in the worse place
Graff1980 Mar 2019
She is in part
a viper,
a poisonous plague
upon my heart,
venom spitter
dark adder
damming me
from a distance,
crumbling my
resistance.

She is dangerous
but I do not mind,
I find I like that kind
of danger.
A young racist girl gets captured in the psych ward


Today 15 year old jemma broteen spat and yelled at two Asian girls and had her best friend to film it, she said to the two asians that they are the reason for the coronavirus and the need to be shot, and as soon as they left them they called the police hoping they will get arrested and stay there forever, meanwhile Ron was waiting for the day that jemma gets arrested so he could put this ******* medication
And make her think about what she did and then suddenly Jemma was arrested but not with her best friend who had to go home and jemma was taken to the psych ward where Ron was trying to figure out what makes her tick and jemma said ******* *****, you know that the Asians started the coronavirus and I wanted to make them understand that it is their fault and Ron said no you don’t know their situation and you have no idea who actually started it, you just need to understand you were wrong
And jemma said I am not wrong, this disease is causing havoc in the world
And the Asians are the reason why it is here, Ron said, no it isn’t, and I think you need to be put on seroquel and lagactil and jemma said don’t you put me on stupid drugs, cause I am not crazy, I did the write thing and don’t pill me like a dog either or I will spit it out and I will spit on you and Ron said, well you won’t leave here till you learn the consequences of your actions and if that means you will stay here till you realise you were wrong and jemma said I am not wrong, they are ******* who gave us this virus and Ron said by coughing on them you could’ve gave them the virus and jemma told Ron to get ****** and ******* and then jemma ran toward the door and Ron got some backup to hold her down and jemma yelled out, child abuse, I will have these doctors for child abuse and then jemma spat on a doctor and Ron picked jemma up and put her in a room and locked the door so she can’t get out and jemma yelled out
This is what the Asians want and Ron said you are staying there till you agree to take the medication I prescribed because you are a fool, what you did was foolish and you are a danger to others out there and you are a danger to the other patients in here, and don’t try killing yourself because there is a video in that room which is constantly watched all day and jemma yelled out ******* and Ron sat on the chair outside her room making sure she doesn’t show signs of killing herself and after about 55 minutes jemma needed something to eat and said can’t I go and have some food and Ron said no, you need to wait for dinner time like all the others you are a psych patient now because you are too dangerous for the world and jemma told Ron to ******* and continued to lie down on her bed and then the nurse brought around Jemma’s medication in which jemma didn’t want to take and Ron said, if you refuse to take the pills, every meal you will have in here and jemma said ‘whatever’ and went to lie down on the bed being very angry about being arrested and taken to this hellhole and Ron said ok, if you won’t take it, I am wasting my time and jemma said yes you are cause I am not crazy and then said ‘there is nothing wrong with me *****’ and Ron went to his office to work out ways to really help jemma, because if she doesn’t want to take her meds, she must be under a cloud because she was wrong what she did, but everything Ron did made jemma get even more angrier and Ron said, you need medication jemma and jemma said no I don’t it is not called medication it is just drugs
And I am no ****** and Ron said yes? You are worst than a ****** and jemma banged on the door begging to be let out, to bash Ron up for saying she was worst than a ****** and Ron said, yes she could do this forever but she is dangerous and Ron went away to get an injection stick with seroquel in it to put in her and mind you it wasn’t easy for him, hoping that while he was doing that, he wouldn’t get jabbed and jemma said *******, I ain’t crazy *******
Drop dead and Ron got two nurses to hold her down so he could give the injection to her, and when the needle came through her jemma said, I am going to die, Ron has just killed me, I was telling her what she needs to hear, I ain’t crazy and then jemma fell down on the bed and slept and Ron went home but he knows this is going to be a tough journey so he went home and bought Chinese food and watched re runs of Wentworth on iTunes and the next day wasn’t easy because jemma said Ron is brutal to the other nurses and when Ron arrived to give her the morning medication she refused but Ron said if you take this, you will get better and jemma said, you go home at night and i can’t because I am here in this crap hole and Ron said ok, if you want to be an angry girl, fine and Ron went away till the next injection to be in his office
Here come the spitter machines
see the toxic goo that surrounds them
stand back, don't get too close
they have a tendency to spit at you

See those goliaths over there
they are The Great Manta Backs
watch the speed of their claws
they have won us many a war

I think we might need to plug up
download our next duty data receiver
I think I need a oil change
my machine is slowing down

I will recall it back to base
pull another one out of the hunger
I will download my data
then off into the big blue again

My eye implant is playing up
I can't bring my drone home
she's going down
god she's going down


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Trefild Apr 2021
the way I approach time's rather simple
it's a Victorian ***, I'm Jack the Ripper
[reaper]
**** it like a crash-hot spitter
waste it like a massive twister
feel so, even though I bag some scrilla
(about time, blasted zero)
a bad side(s) wielder
hope that that's not till I/hope that's not until I
have an encounter with the
black-tect figure
[scythe; wither]
Kaley Kerchaert Dec 2016
I can Make a Rhyme anytime, Any-day,  Any where, any-way
Just you wait an see the cleverness, you'll be amazed!!!

My rhymes should be a crime, you'll have no time to realize...
Im a mastermind with master plans, Nothing you can understand...

Im slicker then the slick an more clever then the rest..
You aint able to stop me from topping these charts
I rhyme sicker then any-rhyme spitter,
because my mind just happens to be quicker...

My words be striking like lightning an faster then light
Rolling out of my mouth just like thunder not one is a blunder

You think your better go an give it a try,
your just desensitized by other rhymes
You think your better, unfortunately,
Im the one who is sly here but congrats
you tried there, just relax an get out of here...
Graff1980 Mar 2019
She is in part
a viper,
a poisonous plague
upon my heart,
venom spitter
dark adder
damming me
from a distance,
crumbling my
resistance.

She is dangerous
but I do not mind,
I find I like that kind
of danger.
Dream Fisher Aug 2019
Too Much Caffeine in the Poetry

My brain feels spun,
The other kids are having fun.
I'm not sure what direction I'm on.
Should I be playing, slaying, laying down
I don't let the ground hold me up.
I sip apple juice from a Lego cup
Then let my thoughts erupt.
Blow off my mind, it's dusty
But I'll be a quick spitter like Rusty
The pinch hitter who lost the game
Still dancing all the same.
Oh and you just lost the game.

I'm sorry, I'm not sorry.
The engines are not starting,
The cylinders should be firing
Though now expiring, into nothing.
It's not snow, it's just a dusting.
I have a two, a five, a seven, jack and queen,
In other words, I am absolutely bluffing.
The suit does not match the shoes that
I wore to score a date too late.
Miss Cinderella it's half past eight
And those glass shoes are positively fake.

Today I wrote nothing,
Mistrusted my hand to stand on it's own
But Mr. Right, I was wrong.
You need to leave the page alone.
Today, I drank a drink that made me think
I'd never stop the twitching hop
My mind had surely bled
And left this mess before I went to bed.
Crispy as a cocoa, flip ya off the Sosa, henny bottles with no coasters,
I guess I am, who i be, the wu tang clan, master **** be, and who be,
Flipping rhymes since earth century, I cash money with no lottery,
Street military, like them boys in houston be, raw hide with da space poetry,
Who want action with Ashun, distance myself like moon, and the sun,
I'll still shine in the darkness bind, never scared of government signs,
Follow me follow me, to the tunes of ******, black real spitter, like Mooney,
No bullshiting me, I rain on terrains, like anvil clouds, much stormy
Colm Jun 2020
I am a sand sifter
A mountain top metal detector with quiet shoes
A fly caster
Comet thrower
And spitter of flames in deoxygenated rooms

I am time once sighted
Tree tops withering in the slow sun growth
And a mere stone’s throw away from diving into the waters called home

I am the feeling of being betwixt despair and hope
As if all true sand sifting shifters know
We just go, and by nights’ allure continually comb

And a comber kicks nothing without a rake
Yup.
Travis Green Aug 2021
He tantalizes me
With his cool hood moves
A supertastic, fire riding soldier
A slang spitter, a lit gripping slickness

He stands before me
Tenderly stripping down
His skin so limitlessly luring
Everything that makes
My body want to cling to him

He profoundly excites my hormones
I imagine him touching my arms
Being so strong and muscled
Loving me so charmingly

He engulfs me
In his maze of entrancement
Begins to kiss me
And sent my body adrift
In the distant, incessant seas

— The End —