"stu" poems
we're aboard the bus
me and Gus
me and Gus
we're aboard the bus
we're going to West Avenue
to throw a few punches
in the gym with Stu
we're going to West Avenue
to throw a few punches
in the gym with Stu
Stu is a great puncher
his punches are accurate
his left hook
knocks other dudes
really flat
Stu has them dudes
well ironed out on the mat
Stu has them dudes
well ironed out on the mat
us guys on the rough side of town
have to know how to solidly punch
to knock those gang members down
those gang members
are tough and mean
they are the toughest and meanest
gang members
on the rough side of town
Gus and I
are going to take
those gang members on
take them on
take them on
they aren't going to give
Gus and I
no knock out gong
no knock out gong
Gus and I
will have a retinue of punches
to plant on their noses
they'll be redder
than a bunch of roses
Gus and I
get aboard the bus
to go Stu's gym
we're learning
punching skills
off him
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
I'm Having A Relapse
My muscles shaking my bones jarring
I'm stu- stu- stuttering,
I'm Having A Relapse
sleep walking while wide away,
dazed in a dream like state,
I need a fix I'm
itching- scratching
rubbing my hand and thighs
You, You you
oh why'd you do this to me
Screaming & tryna climb walls
I'm Having A Relapse
No no nooo don't stop
higher YESss Higher
bring me closer closure
I'm Having A Relapse
I went to the doctor to get help
He said He couldn't
Wouldn't help me is what He means
I run walk talk to myself
Help me Please!
Shaking, sweating,coughing with drive heaves
I feel so funny I can smell taste & feel it coming
I'm bursting with need Please
PLEASE release this desire
this fire which had consumed me,
Lived in my core my very being,
shut the blinds, turn off the lights,
I wont eat can't sleep,
Walking in a funk ,dazed and lonely
Don't hold me!!!!
Don't TOUCH !!!
Just give in Help me ,
Just um, Please
PLEASEEE,
Just Oh Lawd please
Just um Baby Just
HELP MEEEEEE...........
YESSSSS!!!!!!!
**** ME!!!!
Until I can't breath,
I need YOU.
you Oh You........
You know your the cause of me
Having A Relapse!
*** Addiction Can hinder you or for me lol make love making so painfully good!)
Always me Ayeshah
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 9:58 PM UTC
dimble dumble,
caught a, thimble thumble
of precious morning dew.
dimble dumble, took his thumble thimble,
full up to rimful.
on his nimble rambull
wooly stu,
careful not to lose,
a drippity drop
of the delicious dew.
they flimble, flambled,
up and overed,
down and undered,
till dimble dumble,
with his thimble thumble, filled to rimful,
on the wooly rambull... came to stumble.
his face a crumble,
as the rimful,
roamed and overflew,
the thimble thumble walls.
a dribble drabble did scribble scrabble,
down the rambulls hide.
dimble dumble
chewed his bottom lip
and cried.
"do not fret my little pet, look there is still enough inside"
wooly stu decried.
"i'll be more staid,as we ride our fortunes, soon will be made."
so,dimble dumble
and his rambull crew,
with thimble thumble recovered,
from the tumble.
on they skedoodledaddled. being careful to protect the remaining morning petal's dew.
after a while, time,
flew with dove like grace and dimble dumble,
with his dudes came
to the the very place, of the rimble romble rumble
and royal rapture rap parade
dimble dumble
and rambull stu on bended knee
and really humble
presented their
thimble thumble
not quiet full to rim still
but delicious and felitious morning dew
to the king awaiting
his purchase and perview.
before its spoiling,
it was boiling,
his kettle singing,
songs a ringing,
to the beauteous,
but not so bountious, morning dew.
dimble dumble
watched the
thimble thumble steam
and bubble blip away.
hands flipping flapping
nose jinkling wrinkling
as the fog blew,
his way boiling dew,
tea leaves darjeeling
with daphne blossoms
was the flavour of the day.
dimble dumble
with thimble thumble
empty now
and too, wooly stu
caught a peek of teacups platinum
holding royal blossom brew before the butler,
with a silly stutter,
sent them on their way,
with dimble dumble
all a fumble,
with a thimble thumble
of goldenboldens,
as his hard work's
reward that day.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
The trip was awesome
Learning about the camera
The first week's over
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Studying, hear them?
Students dying.
Losing more than the gained knowledge.
Madness, coming
quicker than light.
horrid torrents of things to learn fast.
Lectures, pointless.
No actual skill.
Where's x and why for the speed limit.
Teachers, idle.
Just talk and talk
and talk and talk and talk and talk.
Students, worried
of what to do next.
They learned nothing since school system *****
Grades, so cruel
but merely so little.
A way too important letter or number.
Lesson, learned.
If you want to die.
Do the student's way. Stu-Dying.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
Do you want the truth?
I ideally I would want
A taller than me
By much
Blonde haired
Blue Eyed Boy
With no dark secrets
Or spare tickets
To the club
But what I keep getting
Is a dark haired
Dark eyed
Know it all
who drinks
till hes drunk
Smokes
till hes gone
And bleeds on the outside
Looking in
Listlessly
and amourously
For the first month.
And a quarter of the
Half.
Then he turns
Rambles softly
Moving On.
Oh What
a sweet tragedy
love.
And oh how stupid
we are
for
wanting
it.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 4:49 PM UTC
Trapped within this heat there’s an
Ocean of thoughts defeating me.
Suicide has come and gone even death
Is confused. I am awake yet the whole
Of ikasi is half-asleep.
Conflict between races: black, white, yellow,
I mix these colors and get red for bloodshed
Bombarding my mind as I choose my artillery:
Butcher’s knife or bread knife? Mxm **** it, I opt to
Load my machine gun as I take no prisoners.
I live only by one rule “spare not the feelings of those
Who have none.”
As my stu-stu-stu-stuttering riffle goes “tat’ i cover lova,”
They blaze to bushes with rampaging speed and seeing as my weight
Constitutes a majority of ten, I choose to be democratic and side with its
Vote, by not running but instead sending a hail of bullets.
Voetsek, Voetsek and Voetsek I say!!
As dusk breaks into dawn I am shattered into reality as prison introduces me to myself. I started shaking like the last shivering leaf on a dying tree and came to realize: The person whom I slaughtered was not only my neighbor, but was also my brother and if I have to suffer for my brother whom they call ikwerekere to survive, then I say “give me pain till I die!”.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
In my head
I am the Russian Roulatte
In a tee *** I beg for trust
When poured out
The foam becomes of your mouth
I do buisness in China
Shipped to Pueto Rico
Make tongues flip as sharp
as a Nurican Dominican
Jitter till hearts stop beating on top of Italian pool tables
I steal breathes from science who believe in what is not in the Bible
I am your Russian Roulette
Make a feline spray a *** spot in here ******
Make a King errect New Your late night star lights when they stu'n
Change the tune in your song
from spittin rap versus to singing to God that you was wrong
I beat the drugs
Put a end to your habbit
So when you feel you cant utter a verse I'll let you howl like a suffering rabbit
Because no one knows how to use me right
I am the only bullet tucked in to take away your life
As soon as I leap forward to your attention you will be adoment to a pension
Stire clear
I am here
No intentions but to terminate erosions
Respect what I may
Careful when you choose to play
You must reconsider the outcome
I am
The Russian Roulette.
© the Russian Roulette S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everyone's making hello poetry
So I made one too because poopy
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I see a sign that says "Explicit?"
And now I'm thinking if I should click it
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I think roses can be pink too
And violets aren't blue how stu
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is my first poem here
Potato.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC
Do you think it's funny
to have a stu stu stutter like me
when I hiccup I do ****
do you think that is funny
I te te tell you
it hurts to cough
look at the blood
know that I am dying
Lay me in the gutter
for there is where I die
with stutters on my blooded lips
oh what a surprise
Close the shutters
for when I die
I do my second best thing
I stutter and go nova
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
Study. . .stud. . .stu. . .st. . .s. . .sl. . .sle. . .slee. . .Sleep
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
Shadows moving to my door,
Pleasure seeking at my wife's
Feet, I explode into many
Different pieces, the kitchens
Taken by me with her sweets.
Strawberry goodin's
Apple pie loving.
Rock and rock on the record
Player, track number seven.
Kashmir, stairway to heaven.
Boogie with stu
Zeppelin to contend with.
Melody sound's
Loud we yelp out.
It's privacy
No knocking,
Keep the neighbors far-
And out, southern
Soulfood after the sweet
Devotion, the nights almost
Over, like a clover I'm lucky
In her promotion.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Ì faccio 'o schiattamuorto 'e prufessione,
modestamente songo conosciuto
pè tutt'e ccase 'e dinto a stu rione,
peccheè quann'io manèo 'nu tavuto,
songo 'nu specialista 'e qualità.
Ì tengo mode, garbo e gentilezza.
'O muorto nmano a me pò stà sicuro,
ca nun ave 'nu sgarbo, 'na schifezza.
Io 'o tratto comme fosse 'nu criaturo
che dice 'o pate, mme voglio jì a cuccà.
E 'o co'cco luongo, stiso 'int"o spurtone,
oure si è viecchio pare n'angiulillo.
'O muorto nun ha età, è 'nu guaglione
ca s'è addurmuto placido e tranquillo
'nu suonno doce pè ll'eternità.
E 'o suonno eterno tene stu vantaggio,
ca si t'adduorme nun te scite maie.
Capisco, pè murì 'nce vò 'o curaggio;
ma quanno chella vene tu che ffaie?
Nn'a manne n'ata vota all'al di là?
Chella nun fa 'o viaggio inutilmente.
Chella nun se ne va maie avvacante.
Sì povero, sì ricco, sì putente,
'nfaccia a sti ccose chella fa a gnurante,
comme a 'nu sbirro che t'adda arrestà.
E si t'arresta nun ce stanno sante,
nun ce stanno raggione 'a fà presente;
te ll'aggio ditto, chella fa 'a gnurante...
'A chesta recchia, dice, io nun ce sento;
e si nun sente, tu ch'allucche a ffà?
'A morta, 'e vvote, 'e comme ll'amnistia
che libbera pè sempe 'a tutt'e guaie
a quaccheduno ca, parola mia,
'ncoppa a sta terra nun ha avuto maie
'nu poco 'e pace... 'na tranquillità.
E quante n'aggio visto 'e cose brutte:
'nu muorto ancora vivo dinto 'o lietto,
'na mugliera ca già teneva 'o llutto
appriparato dinto a nù cassetto,
aspettanno 'o mumento 'e s'o 'ngignà.
C'è quacche ricco ca rimane scritto:
" Io voglio un funerale 'e primma classe! ".
E 'ncapo a isso penza 'e fà 'o deritto:
" Così non mi confondo con la ***** ".
Ma 'o ssape, o no, ca 'e llire 'lasse ccà?!
'A morta è una, 'e mezze songhe tante
ca tene sempe pronta sta signora.
Però, 'a cchiù trista è " la morte ambulante "
che può truvà p'a strada a qualunq'ora
(comme se dice?... ) pè fatalità.
Ormai per me il trapasso è 'na pazziella;
è 'nu passaggio dal sonoro al muto.
E quanno s'è stutata 'a lampella
significa ca ll'opera è fernuta
e 'o primm'attore s'è ghiuto a cuccà.
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Sometimes it’s best to keep the things we hold dear to us to ourselves.
Just so the shadows don’t try to take them away.
The shadows are things we call friends because they’ve always been there.
They’re also called foes because of what they do. It’s a secret though.
They told me not to tell.
One’s name is Janis. She wants to leave but never can. Another’s name is John. He always screams as if he’s forced to never stop.
They told me not to tell.
“Always keep it to yourself because we’ll take it away.”
“Why do you scream? Why can’t you ever just sleep?!”
They told me not to tell my secrets because they’ll be used against me.
My name is Callie. I’m only age 6.
My name is _________. I have — who are you again?
My n-name is A- Al- Alexa. I have a s- stu- st- stutter
My name is Kelly. I’m a mystery never solved.
They told me not to tell the-… no! I won’t… they told me not to tell.
The shadows are my friends and the words will not hurt.
They told me they would —
The voices are my friends. The voices are my friends. The panic is my comfort. The panic is my comfort. The story is perfect. Your story is perfect. Our story is perfect.
They’ll never know who I killed.
They’ll never know how it feels.
They’ll never know the voices were always there.
They told me not to tell my secrets because they’ll be used against me…
… but they also told me they’d never let me go even though they promised. I guess the voices were right - I should have never told…
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
How do eyes
hide lies
How do eyes
paint the disguise
You wear so seamlessly
You whisper words of
forever so dreamlessly
But naive
I
will
buy
it all
and fall
and fall
Deeper into this
picture perfect wonderland
I will have this
fairytale overrated brand
Of what it is to be
in heart racing
Butterfly inducing
Stu-stuh-stutterr causing lo-luh-lust
Because everyone knows
that wide eyed girl
Lost
in
her curiosity
Who wandered astray
and came upon
your animosity.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
I' tengo 'e llire, nun me manca niente,
me pozzo accattà chello ca me piace:
na statua d'oro, nu vapore argiento...
palazze, ville... case in quantità.
- Chi è cchiù felice 'e te?! - mme dice 'a ggente.
- Si ricco, si guaglione... che te manca? -
E chest' è overo, nun me manca niente.
Sulo na cosa mme vurria accattà...
Nu core... tutto core 'e tennerezza
ca me vulesse na muntagna 'e bbene...
ca me sbattesse 'mmano p' 'a priezza,
cuntento pe mme dà 'a felicità.
Dipende a me; nun voglio aspettà ancora.
Tuzzuliaje a porta 'e na figliola:
- Che t'aggia dà pe m'accattà stu core?
Qualunque prezzo, dì, che t'aggia dà? -
Me rispunnette cu bella maniera:
- 'O core nun se venne... se riala...
crediteme, ca io ve sò sincera...
cu 'e llire 'o core nun se pò accattà!
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Stu-pid. Stu-pid. Stu-pid.
Can you hear it?
stupid stupid stupid
I hear it.
The sound of my heart.
Don't you?
It seems so loud
When it's hammering
In my ears.
Don't listen.
stupidstupidstupid
I trusted them.
stu pid stu pid stu pid
I was stupid.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Stu-stu-stuttering
Under those beautiful shadows
Near edgar street
Halloween, light lamps
pumpkins
Sh-sh-shaking hands
You looked so
broken
shattered
"You haven't been yourself lately."
"Well maybe I have."
"No no no this isn't you."
"Maybe it is, maybe im just sick of pretending."
-"Have you been eating?
When's the last time you had a goodnight's sleep?"
"Why does it matter..."
I wanted to remember how the light illuminated your cheekbones
But made those shadows under your eyes darker
They seemed to taunt your face
Dancing around producing fearful images
I was surprised you were still awake
What a beautiful mess you looked...
What a beautiful mess you looked like
"Y-you-you think the world is a beautiful place dont you?"
"I think It can be." You looked haunted.
"Yeah, for those who sleep."
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
SON OF A BI...BIT...BITC...GUN!
Porky Pig
hits his thumb
with a hammer.
It swells up
and throbs
only like a cartoon can.
Now, back then...
***** is not a word
you use in cartoon land
or in front of your Dad or Mum.
But Porky stu...stu...stamm...stutters:
”Oh! SON OF A BI..BIT...GUN!"
Then winks at us and says:
”Ha you thought I was goin’ to say: 'BITCH!' ...didn't ya!"
It catches on...
becomes a catch phrase.
We use it every time
we can.
Everything is BI...BI...BI...GUN!
Mum can’t understand
where we got the word from.
When we explain
- she frets:
“Don’t tell Porkie Pies!
Porky Pig would never say that! ”
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
I'm now in week 2
Learned about Instagram
Curious but bored
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
I remember being proud of every granule of dirt
Raw beaten earth,
I built my temple out of.
Every water molecule in my crimson blood
Carefully selected to carry an essence
That I protected,
with the support of glass bones
Wrapped in healing wounds,
Putting everything I have into
Forgetting how to flinch
Regardless of the brutality life
Tries to dress me in,
Or smother me with .
Work through psychological damages
Practice away my
st stu stutter,
putting away broken syllables un uttered.
I will rise, you can not keep me tonight
I hunger
to fight,
Walk right up to the dark like
I never new the way it turns you into nothing
If you think im crazy,
Maybe your right
but im reminding you of something,
something that you tell yourself can't exist
something you let go of , something that you miss.
A sort of irrationality that's still making perfect sense,
plays in your morality defies your common sense.
This is the only chance I have at persisting to laugh
And
I
Will
persist.
The only way for me to stay bright
The only way to keep light in my
dimming eyes
Is to shine and let them see .
Something about existing, and persisting
In vulnerability is more than frightening
It is freeing.
I AM, as surly as
I am being,
I’m lifted, I’ve missed this.
I hope you catch the meaning
The thought of missing it
Leaves me feeling guilty
Like my will was straying,
praying to nothing
For things I had but wasn’t seeing.
I forgot to believe
That I was impossible
and that i'm breathing.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
Nu caro amico dice a n'ato amico:
- Pe mezza toja me songo appiccecato.
Tu vuò sapè cu cchi?
No, nun t' 'o ddico.
Statte tranquillo, l'aggio sistemato.
Afforza 'o vvuò sapè? E mo t' 'o ddico,
ma tu nun 'o cunusce, è n'imbecille.
Na vota s' 'a faceva int' a stu vico,
mo pare ca sta 'e casa a Via dei Mille.
Ch'ha ditto? Niente... L'aggio sistemato.
Mo nun s'azzarda cchiù a fà 'o fetente.
Ha ditto ca tu si nu disgraziato;
ma nun 'o dà importanza, è n'ommo 'e niente.
E ch'ato ha ditto? 'E solde nun se fanno
onestamente senza n'espediente,
si 'a ggente parla, ride, è pecché sanno
comme te l'he accattata 'a milleciento...
Che ssaccio, ca mugliereta ch'ha fatto,
ca tu te stive zitto, ire cuntento,
ca te 'mparaste pure a ffà 'o distratto
e doppo t'accattaste appartamento.
Sentenno sti parole, tu mme saje,
'o sango a parte a capa m'è sagliuto:
Che faccio? Accido a chisto... 'o passo 'o guaio...
Sentenno 'e di ca si pure curnuto,
nun ce aggio visto cchiù: l'aggio 'nchiantato
senza le dà nemmanco 'a bonasera.
Sta lezione se l'ha mmeretata,
'nfaccia a sti ccose io songo assaje severo!
Aprite ll'uocchie si n'amico vuosto
ve vene a raccuntà ca v'ha difeso
'a quacche malalengua: è stu cagliostro
ca isso stesso ve vò fà l'offesa.
E quante nce ne stanno 'e chiste amice
ca songo "cari amici"... e nun è overo.
Guardatele int' 'a ll'uocchie... sò felice
quanno fanno vedè ca sò sincere.
'A nonna mia, vicchiarella e saggia,
diceva sempe: - Nce sta 'o ditto antico:
Chi 'mmasciata te porta, vance adagio,
ca 'ngiuria te vò fà... e nun è amico. -
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ale czysto w tej E - U - Ρ - Ω - Π - J - Η.
islam leiben historie, nicht Ottoman,
Ottoman pseudo Khan, islam leiben historie:
eins, zwei, drei und vierte maulkor'bzeugè'naussagé
(sausage marathon); they love their history
mind you ψι and τρι... kaganiec u stóp w
krok stu odpowiedzi w jedną droge:
raz jeszcze, w las i w cienie iglą tej tętnicy wybryk chęć
na gre, by zadać zbyteczne pytanie! na odpowiedź
oskarzyć czas z wiedzą zegara,
i tą ostateczną, wartą końca, namylsnością...
ponownie oskarzyć jako począt narodu -
tylko golasa, warte imie kroka ka ka kar Kasymir'ah!
wedle Tsara, czołem w tło wymagań na wyryte
zapomnieniem lat: oddech'u Uzbeku chafta
wspomnień wiatru i chorongiew latawcy
jak niby urojen konceptu narodu...
ja człek tylko w psiarni! i tak powiem, tak,
wiara, panem na zbyt wiele pamięci Janosika
i Radio Maria;
o tyle czerpie zgon, ponownie, ponownie,
by ocalić, niby swiętego, i pogrzebać swój naród...
ale wstyd! wstyd! by ocalić jednego niby
swiętego, lecz nadać obszar rodem Polak'a
ponad Polske i w ramach Irlandie; jaki to wstyd
nawet ten mnie wart, co nie nada snu!
co za wstyd - nie warto umierać wiele razy,
kiedy ten ostatecny oznacza raz jeszcze -
quo vadis, qua lectio? -
ten raz jeszcze, i ten ostatni, o tyle wiele poradni
przed wieloma nocami snu.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
eyes are dripping like gutters after the rain
hands are shaking like an addict's
breaths are short and fast like someone who ran a race
mind is stu-stu-stuck like a br-broken record
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is really me,
So if I'm nice at first, and then I'm mean,
You just met Sally, and then met Steve.
Yes it's strange, But don't be alarmed,
Steve and Sally cause no harm,
Neither does Sarah, or Sammy, or Stu,
But Darwin and Devin and David sure do.
Be cautious around us,
The villains I named,
You won't know who's who,
We all look the same.
Half of us would hug you,
And falsely reminisce,
But half of us will **** you,
So in this cell we sit.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC