"sponsor" poems
Mother, the Word timeless Hymnals devote
Bore her Best Ribbon in Prayer and Gift
With the Earth her Nature's Theatre denote
Four Years Beyond; She would make her own Lift
I speak of the Fruit all may come to Love,
Branched with Four Maidens and a Knight do Sponsor
And the King, whose Black Gold sprouts well-above,
Branded Pride onto her; And gave her Honour
Well that their Woolen Rope I can't compete
Plus the Ring advised by the Prince of the North
Still, a Grounded Vow I plan to complete
For an Aunt called TRUST; And all that she's Worth.
Grateful much, M'am, for your Good Decision
Despite me Un-Known; The Owl you Rendition.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Where as one told me a Girl so Beloved
Whose White Soldiers fought hard to overtake
But Bless her River-Red Defense involved
Un-sully her Soft-Flaming Mind does make
Grateful for the Favour you volunteer
Though Shy, Cross-Country we can still befriend
Souls like you, Countenance; And in Best Cheer
The Angel whose Healing Hands recommend
May I know your Name? So that I Sponsor
At least in Spirit Common Bonds reveal
Hands clasped, and pray for Hope in your Honour
Dear Sweet Maple from Mountie's Duty - HEAL!
I'll let you Rest now. And Mum take over
To Pepper your Dreams on Light's recover.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
Tradition! The Pope's Grand Inquisitor
And Champion of Tories and White-Hats alike
Long have we burned by Gomorrah's Sponsor
With ***** salt our Nails to crucify
That you by nature have never been wrong
Since from my origin I took Respect
But that Pink Exercise training that strong
Was too much for your Pride to interpret
So you sent your Armies to **** our Cause,
Those Innocent Seeds we died to preserve
Quoting the Organ's Functions as our fault
Then getting the Whipping we all deserve.
My Message, kind Sir, is that Object
Which you must Observe; Which you must Reflect.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
even teddy said i got the sickest tricks brah.
like my abilities source from some kinda legendary liquid
/ praise the lord /
monster energy should sponsor me.
a kickflip over the king’s *** hole
& a halfcab for the looky-loos.
i feel so tall when i climb that heap of asphalt trimmings
& see clear from the water tower to the bluffs.
gimme a good day, any day at the bluffs,
bottlerockets & girly birds.
her body brings a swarm of worms.
decomp,
said the f.b.i. men one by one with tweezers.
not quite the homecoming queen, still
wrapped in plastic.
look up.
see that great mess of wires, nest of powerlines and owl bones?
it crackles and croons its electro-spectral purr
all night and day.
new neck tat &
cody spends his paycheck on a crossbow.
we target practice on a bull skull.
wet cigarettes and turpentine-soaked socks for a good huff
in the dry of the roofline as it dumps.
there’s that little boy in a ghost mask again, tap-dancing
in puddles below the streetlamp,
& oversized shoes.
his grandmoms always be watchin’ from the window.
[whispers] she’s teaching him magic.
lucky unit 19: where our young dead damsel once dolled
herself up, you see
men and headlights would roll thru thrice nightly,
maybe more.
& i remember her punch red lips &
big whicker hat; while she weeded and watered her garden of begonias.
the sheriff’s deputy, hart? hicks? hogan? well he loved her a bunch.
stole her clothes in the middle of the night,
& sat beside the river sobbing into clumped fists
of bra and blouse.
i bought ******* from that guy once or twice.
harold? howard?
guess who showed his face today?
josiah, from unit 08.
since the incident with molly’s beagle, he’s been rarely seen.
took a bee line straight for the mailbox.
a package. a prize. a decoder ring/secret map sweepstakes
to be seen and deciphered.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
where is that Dettol cream
to soothe these burns
tearing up my fragile skin
can’t handle these
children in conversations,
at the dinner table, like Pinot Noir
a stain on the embroidery,
what has happened to the Panadol
on the twelfth shelf of the walk in pantry
we’re all going to throw a *****
it’s all plasters, plastercine
playdough, dresses with cheap
cliché’ commercial slogans -
such a numb drum melody,
the top shelf
of every pantry is a *****
might as well lend a little
helping hand, sponsor a child
charity
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
Florrie stands at the garden gate,
How much longer must she wait?
The Postman was due ages ago
What will he bring today for Flo
Junk mail or a pile of bills
Or a letter from her daughter Jill
Maybe a seed catalogue
Or a letter requesting she sponsor a dog
An offer of a new bank card
Or book-club offers of works by the Bard
Or a parcel from her sister Sally
Now living in the Rhonda Valley
A letter about changing her energy supplier
They promise her a cheaper deal
Then the bills are higher
A spring catalogue from Ann Summers
Or a free sheet advertising plumbers
Oh postman, what is keeping you?
Florrie has better things to do
Than wait and wait and wait and wait
Shivering at the garden gate
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Joe without his legs
Wheelchair, bedside G.I.
At a meeting
Ruminating and feeling
It’s like A.A.
Rehabilitation games
The system plays War
Craft with missing halves
PTSD R e s p e c t
That ain’t the half
Of the stink and the taint
Sniffing glue
Replacing chipped paint
Joe only worries
If there’s somewheres
To be
After rehab
Need a Lyft Uber quick
Downtown a ton to do
Joe worries arriving in 12 steps
Sponsor anonymously
Befriend responsibly
Joe worries
Like long time buds
His legs
That they won’t work
Like they did back when
He got laid
And was paid
By way of Vietnam
And ****** Uncle Sam.
Joe worries
Of wheelchair accesses
His favorite places without
Doors he’d like to
Fit in
And go on
Normally
Accepted
To be loved like a brother
That no one knew
And no one seems or cares to
Joe feels like
A third wheel
A phantom limb
Who’s bucket list is to
“Invest in the Google”
“Learn how to use
The cloud”
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
you needed each other
though neither of you yet knew it
each ingesting what each season offered
growing beyond near defeats
each winter bare and shivering
each summer consuming broad and open
laughing all the while
showing bridges
between deep past and next season
neither existing without the water
the other poured willingly
one for the blinding yet nurturing
impending solar singularity
and the other for the pleasant aroma
and the welcoming blossom
and the predictability
the companionship
and when you
our beautiful ample matriarch left us
so did your sister
and her leaves fell
and then her petals
and her pistol
stamen
limbs
as if weeping for the loss of her confidante
when you
my mischievous sponsor
when you fell
so did your rival in beauty
i used a chainsaw
i tossed away her lifeline
turned off the faucet and tossed the hose
stacked her limbs on the curb
for the garbage truck
they wont let you
bury trees at the cemetery any more
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
The struggle is real
So I've been told
The homie told me yesterday
Licks had to be made
eating with our enemies
sleeping with the Devil
But, Expect them not to be evil
Broke ***** on the strip
Gay Brothas Suckin ****
**** ***** licking *****
***** is you really gay
Or need a sponsor for your ******* kid
Now tell me aint that some ****
Everybody wanna be sucka free
so we say the sweet lovers just thirsty
the dog nighas Got flex game see
Pipe it up , Shut it down, Light it up
Smoking loud in big crowds
Crazy girls and wild ******
Broke ******* styling and profiling
Living in hotels and wiling
For that dolla , she'll let you holla , hit and even spit
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
A quick word from my sponsor
i got a case of the ambition and the case of too much emotion
Don't worry, this will be over in thirty seconds
Because ***** the rules
I'm just a penny searching for a glamorous jewel to accompany
I make everything complicated
I hope you read that paragraph in my handbook
You threw it out?
You passed this test.
One point for you!
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Letter Of A Young Polish Nobleman,
Warsaw, 1759
There was a farce performed the other day
In the cathedral, where, as is my wont,
I'd gone to mass. While kneeling near the font,
I saw, when I had just begun to pray,
A mob of filthy Jews swarm up the aisle
To be baptised. The King himself was there
And even stood as sponsor to a pair
Of thick lips with a most unpleasant smile.
Back home, I asked my steward, Mendel Gryn,
What it had been about. "Pan Casimir,"
He said, "The man you saw was Yankev Frank,
Those were his followers: they claim that sin
Leads Man to God, but now, baptised, I hear
They've all been raised, by law, to noble rank."
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
To the boy with the saxophone skills,
I miss you.
I never said it and now I see that it was bad.
I hope I see you again.
To the girl who ******* me over,
**** you ❤️**
To my old youth leaders from church,
You left and so did I.
You might come back, but I won't.
To my sister,
Yes, I'm still ****** off.
I had to call 911 for you.
I'm glad you're okay.
To my first crush,
Was I too much?
To my cat,
You only like me because I feed you.
That's okay.
To the girl who is quieter than I am,
Speak up, honey.
They won't see your brilliance so make them hear it.
To the homeless man on Jackson Road,
Where are the shoes my mother bought you?
To my other sister,
You are a whirlwind of emotions.
You are amazing.
You are unstoppable.
Grow up and be unconquerable.
To the mailman,
I'm sorry that we're always ordering so many things online.
I'm sorry that they were big packages.
To the cute boy at HEB,
I know you work there.
Yes, I look for you every time.
To my cousin Denisse on my mothers side,
You're annoying.
Shut up.
To Denisse's older sister, Monica,
I'm sorry about your sister.
I'm sure you've hit her.
To my "father",
It's been years since I last saw you.
It's been years since you last stopped calling.
To my friends,
I know I'm an idiot.
I know I'm sarcastic.
I know I can be mean, but trust me, I don't mean it.
Please forgive me.
To the man at the post office,
Get over it.
It's your job.
To my 7th grade Texas history teacher,
You taught me the meaning of sarcasm.
I have yet to perfect it.
To my 9th grade history teacher,
You were the sweetest teacher I have ever had.
You taught me the meaning of procrastination.
To my best friend,
You are my soul mate and will always be my better, whiter half.
To my brother,
You might think that I hate you, but trust me.
I don't.
To my stepfather (the second one),
You were always my favorite one.
To the stray cat that attacks mine,
Go away.
To the missing sock that always stays lost,
Where have you gone and how can I find you?
To my UIL Ready Writing sponsor,
I enjoyed spending those Saturdays with you.
You taught me where the word ******** came from.
Thank you.
To the boy that my best friend dated for a while,
She did like you, I promise.
Her love was just too strong and burned way too fast.
Better luck next time.
To the computer-programming textbook that I've had under my bed for a year,
I don't regret that decision.
To my mother,
I love you.
Thank you for raising me the way you did.
To the kids who skipped and smoked at school,
How I wish I could join you.
To the Bowery Poetry Club in New York City,
One day I will go back and you will be open and I will perform.
To the boy I love,
I hope that one day you find someone that you love as much as I love you.
I hope it's me.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
i need this listerine for my bad
breath he said, but i knew better
than to give him a quarter.
he begged me with blue eyes
and every puff we exhaled into
the back bay that grey morning.
i’m here to help
i answered him
and i’ve been there-
at McLean in ART, where the girls
didn’t like me cause my music
was a trigger. but
i pulled through, sometimes
on my own, with help
from a court appointed drug group
(even though i carpooled
every wednesday in a baked
out mini van).
i’m here because day after day
i dragged my spinning
body to the toilet, sun dawning,
to spew bright yellow fluid
into the waiting water.
and i’ve hit the ocean floor:
i used to sniff the bowl to make
the ***** come up faster.
i’d say if i get up again in less than ten
minutes, it’s gonna be a rough day
(but yesterday started this way
and i ended it with a beer
in my hand anyway).
i’m here because when
officer spirito dragged my racing
body through the hallways handcuffed,
because of the purses
missing from the locker room,
i still spent the night on the
closet floor rocking back and
forth, knees to pounding
chest, a hollow
voice on the phone saying i’ll be fine
(but i know that ***** cut
with ether and i’m gonna
need a hospital).
i told my sponsor
i wanna get clean cause
dope is taking my friends one by
one like bowling pins, and i’m lonely
cause all my ex boyfriends
are still locked up
upstate. she just told me
to pray to god
(but everybody knows
that prayer only works
in emergencies).
i’m here because that relapse
my first year of college got me
pretty close to death. i didn’t know
i could puke that far and
the emts didn’t know
a heart could beat that fast.
but **** the past
and **** the future. i can’t
say much about the rest
of my life, but i can
make sure i’m sober the rest
of this night. you can get through
centuries one hour at a time, so
since i know what you want it for
why would i give you that quarter?
no response except a drop
of spit hung from his silver beard
like a pendulum, and the smell
of the chicken i left to cook
too long inside that soup kitchen.
if i didn’t laugh, i would have
cried the whole
time that he said to me
i need this
listerine, baby,
i need listerine
i need this
listerine for my bad
breath.
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 12:11 AM UTC
Over the past few years, white and red, black,
white and black. I work for a long time. But
Bernard's war, civil war, war with Russia, Russia,
Russia, Russia, Russia and other countries.
Kenya, Uganda, pigs, dogs, women and adults
are good. Dreams, dreams, dreams and goals
are reflected in the world. Hawaiians are present
today in Paris, Austria, Honduras and Ireland.
It is a weak helper who helps the user to listen
to the sponsor. The first company received
the name 100% and full of fire, Isaac answered:
"They do not understand and do not get upset."
This rule should apply to all court cases. Damage
to dust and particles changes the red-eye effect.
The best libraries in Russia, Russia, Russia
and Russia are two people for long distances,
two people and three people. Kenya,
American women over 60 years old.
Monkeys and Christians and Armstrong's fauna
represent the gods of Austria, Italy, Ireland,
stars, and the gods of all gods of Austria.
do not go. Belgium is wrong. Changes in the node
and change of paper-in-law. Dogs: For more
information about the editor, see: Healthy box
with a yellow child. Aaron Illustus 1. In recent
years white, red and white. We work for a long time.
This work - Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia,
Russia, Russia and France, as well as the secular war.
Kenya, Uganda, pigs, cats, adults, differences
and taxpayers. Austria is now a paradise,
and today people in Honduras and Ireland
are today called Hawaiian. Many users
can listen to Spanish. First of all, I would
like to remind you about the jungle
and I am above them. Look at Isaac. The groom
grew and lifted him up. Try now. You must
register your mobile phone. Dust, pesticides,
foreign textbooks are different. For three years
I have been proud of all the red bodies
and far east of Russia, over 60 women,
especially women who have lived in Kenya
for over 10 years, in women aborigines'
social organizations, especially in Austria,
Italy, and Old America and Kenya.
"They do not like anything, they do not
like anything, they do not like anything,
they're big snakes." Some publishers
have found jungles in Russia, Russia,
Northeast Asia, and Eastern Europe.
140,041.2 thousand People (200 bears,
Moscow, languages, authorities) Sunlight
Recently, ****** white, light wars,
Russia, Russia, Russia and other regions
of Kenya, Uganda, were very interesting
to other people's lives.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
For years I have waded in plenty, fingers
Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly
gross with abundance, I birthed discontent
again and again.
I became blinded, eyes watery with
With surplus, reflecting only quantity.
I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum
Bending my knees in supplication to
its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket,
were holy ground.
I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously,
of summer afternoons in the mountains.
There is no text beneath the painted dusk.
Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not
Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places
Visa isn’t, and drink tap water
when no one is looking. I remind
myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy
and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand
smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
to feel your lips on my lips,
would be such bliss.
you place your hands on my hips,
and give me the kiss of bitter truth.
to know you,
a gift.
if you’d let me
I’d love you never,
possibly forever.
sharing my deepest darkest secrets,
my mangled thoughts,
my incoherent dreams,
looking for a bit of salvation.
the slightest bit of peace.
lays in your eyes,
in my heart.
the thoughts had for you and i.
could never come to be.
perhaps we are too much the same
oh, let me tell you that brings my heart such pain.
you visit my dreams often,
this secret love, i shall carry to my coffin.
and now i shall sleep,
that’s the only place that you and i,
will ever be, how i wish us to be.
so let me dream,
only to see your face.
to kiss your lips
to feel your touch
my heart cries for you
why isn't that enough
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 9:02 AM UTC
Please dip my hands in pools of blood
and forge my fingerprints to stamp your war;
Quote the unspoken, push comes to shove,
combat your backing who don’t own more
than enough wealth to prosper and flourish
on stolen oil and cargo to help bypass law.
Please use terror on terror; and perish
the thought that the feared foe can use more.
Fight fear with fear; shock and awe to
remove from my conscience crossfire victims.
Don’t anger the angry but step on the small
to earn the wealth to combat the cruel.
Yet when I attempt to reprint your culture
defend to the pen the rights of your sponsor.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
For years I have waded in plenty, fingers
Wrinkled with the evidence of fulfillment. Belly
gross with abundance, I birthed discontent
again and again.
I became blinded, eyes watery with
With surplus, reflecting only quantity.
I praised commerce heartily ad infinitum
Bending my knees in supplication to
its institutions. The Mall, The Supermarket,
were holy ground.
I have lost my faith, and think, sacrilegiously,
of summer afternoons in the mountains.
There is no text beneath the painted dusk.
Twilight falls without a sponsor. I do not
Enjoy Coke. I look, furtively, for places
Visa isn’t, and drink tap water
when no one is looking. I remind
myself that rainbows don’t taste of candy
and that M&M;’s have melted in my hand
smudges of color I can’t seem to wash away.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
We are the fine cut...line cut..
..potatoe face on Irish lace.
We are the here..we are the place.
And just in case
You fail to understand.
We have become the wall art..the new start..
..the baby grand has grown.
We are the music you've never known but you know it now.
The anyway we can be anyhow.
This is the step that walks out on the street
Get out and meet it...it's something you cannot ignore
Not something you buy in a la de da store
But the free in your ears and the world in your eyes.
Prise yourself away from the dusty thoughts of yesterday and look
This is today and a new kind of book has evolved.
That talks as it turns and revolves as it burns and the ash of the script..
..strips layers off your skin..and should you want to dive in..
..Go ahead.
The start of a thread of whatever you've ever read disappears
And the years drip away.
This here is the place and today it's your face on the pack
Get up on the stage and attack..
Lay them flat on their back with a salvo of sound
Bring it down to the ground.
A penny buys a pound..we'll be outlawed
They'll call us flawed characters..
..embarrassing chapters.
But let's capture that thought..write stuff and not like you've been taught..
..but be brazen and ***** to the 'Man' who tells you.."OH NO"
He just ain't got the rollocks to be in the show.
Let it go and you're lost
You'll be reading shinola that you bought at cost from the stall in the mall.
Be a pal..break the mould..don't do as you're told but do as you do
Look inside of the you..and bang it out..put it down on a sheet
Spill out your words to those people you meet..you've got one chance..
..which is no chance if you don't take it.
Get out there and
Make it
Happen.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC
A fragile object my friend has given me
An eye-candy in my area for everyone to see
It has a LED light that makes the scene
Takes away the impression that my place is obscene
I love how the lighting gives the effect
That wings are fluttering as we expect
The frail wings are a sign of a delicate subject
A gentle object that to me is perfect
Real butterflies have brittle wings they use to flee
A bright tomorrow is for them to foresee
Similar to friendship that is nurtured by thee
A form of comparison that you call simile
I took photos of this picturesque gift
Saddened feeling that it will uplift
I thank my sponsor for this dazzling gift
And for its purpose, unhappy hearts it shall uplift
May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 4:50 PM UTC
They told me I was a drug addict,
and I refused to consider it.
I was scared and I was fearless
and I was
ancient and young
and
I didn't know how
so many things could fit inside of me,
but I knew that they were wrong and they
could never understand.
They told me I was a drug addict
and I thought maybe
they knew what they were talking about,
after all,
and I wanted them to be right because
I wanted them to fix me.
They told me I was a drug addict
and I went to meetings
and collected chips
and spoke in group
and preached recovery.
They told me I was a drug addict
and I agreed until
I got to go home
and even then I kept agreeing
for a while.
They told me I was a drug addict
and I sat in meetings
and got a sponsor
and said all the right things
to my parents.
They told me I was a drug addict
and I got high
because I missed it.
They told me I was a drug addict
and they told my friends
and said I'd try to convince them I was okay,
and when I did,
no one knew who to believe.
They told me I was a drug addict
and that I hadn't changed at all
and even when they said they were sorry,
I knew they weren't,
really.
They told me I was a drug addict
in recovery and that
the worst was behind me.
They told me I was a drug addict
and I never stopped for good
because I guess I was never sure
if I believed them.
They told me I was a drug addict,
but I think I'm doing
okay.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
I am Monster:
rough hewn spent and jaded
a loaded revolver
the dark harbour
an improper conduct sponsor
the acerbated and saturated
sympathy and empathy terminated
smarter, harder and sharper
sense of honour departed
a cloned armoured martyr
an existence where love has faded
or simply overused and left degraded.
I am Monster:
shaped by unfortunate events
a life of sharpened steel
etched with the scent of malcontent
chaotic defiance and suicidal descent
the rise of the paragon of zeal
masked in the stench of the surreal
lurking in shadows dark
that leaves its presence felt
like a silent tsunami watermark.
That voice in my head
speaking in tongues
his tasteless insipid breath
fills my lungs
the only respite
is prescribed medication
and meditation dictates;
navigate the monster
and his origin appellation
will have to wait.
The sorrow I borrow
and the chaos I bring
like liquid will eventually
rescind like the pulse of a wasp sting
the poison will dissipate
and then evaporate
in the predisposed
wrath of tomorrow.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
Snow is in the forecast this weekend, but don’t let that stop you from enjoying events in and around Middle Tennessee.
The Best Buddies Club at Columbia Central High School is sponsoring a Prom Peek-a-Boo Fashion Show on Sunday at Westbury House in downtown Columbia.
Volunteers from schools throughout Maury County plan to model dresses in style for this year’s prom season. Tickets for the event are $10 each and can be purchased at the door. Proceeds benefit Best Buddies, a student organization that pairs students with others who have intellectual and developmental disabilities.
Club vice president Lilli Beck said most IDD students usually consider a parent or teacher as friends and usually do not have friends their own age. Peer buddies spend time with their buddy, calling them on the phone or helping them when needed, Beck said.
“We use fundraising to buy Christmas gifts and sponsor parties or helping our kids if they need something,” she said. “Some of our kids come from low-income families.”
Buddies also are expected to participate in Sunday’s events, serving as greeters and hosts.
“I hope I can convince one of them to say a little something at the end of the show,” Beck said.
2. You can’t live in Tennessee without remembering the king of rock-n-roll Elvis Presley, who would have turned 81 on his birthday Friday. There is a long list of activities scheduled at his Graceland home in Memphis, beginning with fans singing Happy Birthday at midnight. Go to www.graceland.com for event schedule and details.
3. Love is in the air in Nashville with the Enchanted Bridal Show on Sunday at the Hutton Hotel. Wedding and event vendors offer a variety of ideas and new styles for spring brides.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC