"surprize" poems
I was never considered a friend,
just a classmate,
a time-pusher that was all i was.
But today,
i planted a smile.
A smile so deep and pure,
it came as a shock to her.
A surprize indeed.
But surely my own heart rejoices to know that i planted a smile.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
I dream’d this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz’d to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way,
Enthrall’d my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv’lits were embrac’d:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem’d to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curles about her neck did craule,
And armes and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy’d,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancie I awook;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock then like a Vine.
3.5k
Unrepentant with a hole in her soul
The brass faced liar has steely control
Nothing fazez her. no fib was too big or small. Man this girl was a smooth criminal and a really close acquaintance
She would give a polygraph the shakes
and it's our little secret. umm, Mom and dad know.
family secret.
I reversed engineered the brass faced liar
and all the tumblers clicked.
The truth to her is like Kryptonite to Superman.
I dropped a small stone down her throat one day and counted to ten
before it hit bottom with a far away clunk..
Faceof brass ,heart of stone.animal rescuer
Liar to the bone. Manipulates children poor self esteem
Brass faced liar isn't what she seems.
Out. To impress now.finally starting to dress now
Drawing flys like rotten meat.
Wicked comes in all shapes and sizes
Turn back the covers,know what your surprize is ?.
A zombie in a guilded mask.
Long dead and putrid..a walking talking husk.
Lies pour out of her mouth like green blowflies
And crawl back in under her disguise.
To fester.
Brass face jester
R.I.P.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
cats looking into your eyes
what does they want
what iz they surprize
the cat attacks
it is my demize
the cat agrees
the cat complies
cats eating brown food
cats not happy
cats no happy mood
cats begin to smoke and drools
cats doing many things
cats really rude
cats
cats
cats
the cat the cat the cat
I see him
he is terror
coming from the skies
I see the cat
I see his eyes
I see the cat
it is my demize
cats
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
There once was a man,
On a high horse he sat.
Drinking his *****
He soon became fat.
He thought that he ruled
The world from on high,
Til the horse that he rode
Kicked this *** in the eye.
"You weigh way to much"
Said the horse to the man.
"Stay off of my back
Til you're a small man again".
The man puffed his chest
As he spit foul words.
The horse snorted and laughed.
He said "You're for the birds".
He trotted away,
Left the man standing there.
The man wandered in circles,
Justly going nowhere.
He kept going in circles
Til he lost many pounds.
To his surprize
The horse came back around.
Kindly he said,
As they stood face to face,
"Good thing you kept circling
Stead of standing in place.
You can get back on my back
If you promise you'll stay
As slender as that."
Soon they trotted away.
The moral my Dear
Of the story told here
Is.....
From a high horse
Is a long way to fall.
Especially, my friend
If your mind is quite small.
JMA 10/12/2011
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:24 AM UTC
Eaten inside I swar that I am
you riped me up and left me bleeding
I reatched for you with my last breath
HUNGERY
for the love I can not see
HUNGERY
for the compassion I can't truely understand
but I still Injured I crawed to you
dragging pices of myself behind
pices outhers will only kick away
push aside or even crush benieth there feet
without thought
without motive
without the simple act of Surprize
now I am NOTHING
not even the mirr fraction of a soul this festerd flash held Yesterday
I AM SOMETHING LESS then vermen
LESS then the Carcass
I am the MAGGOT Consoming the corpse
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
Hear the motions of the engines,
Speed South to North,
As well North to South,
Care not they, the sounds they make.
It is a confession.
They speed in the land of ****
It increases, then decreases,
As they travel past, the open window,
Winterless blast, a confession,
It feels close to spring.
Care not a bit that sounds, rude, to those who tomorrow,
Will wake up to snow, while the blizzard sounds here,
Are the rush of thoughtless trucks and cars,
Which are driven at speeds above the posted limit,
Even if they don't have to travel so far,
To get home in the drizzle, to their green grass.
Maybe snow would slow them down,
Or keep them off the road entirely,
No, no, not them, they are rude,
They have this attitude,
Drive like this, no matter what the weather,
They are better than the conditions, they drive in.
Another confession, they are in it to win, and no one
else knows there is a contest and contestants.
What a surPrize!
Hand him a sextant as he drives at night, after all he has to navigate,
Through Facebook and Likes and texts and bytes of downloads from
YouTube...would not want to be fashionably late in reply otherwise
Your social life, and status,
may die.
Trafficking bad habits,
Instead of "look out for the other guy or gal"
The phone and the life it holds,
can be dropped,
"worse than a dropped call",
is all the sirens wail as they go by,
Life in the balance, ghosts
White knuckling it with one hand,
While eyes are fixed, to a deathly white screen
And fingers dance solo in some sexless act,
The result is the same a distracted fact,
The mind is no longer in the car,
It has left the body already,
Waiting for it to die,
Watching from above and reaching to all
Who have fingers and a phone
Wanting to be ghosts and sticking to the life,
Which will make it happen.....by accident.
Drive defensively,
Leave your phone in the trunk.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Swollen besotted
cloudy eyes
it's no surprize
you've forgotten lies
and after all
it's what you're
drinking for
well their shallow voices
hurt my ears
awake my fears but
no more tears
I'll just go to the store
once more
with riddled past my past
is present
see they're all Kings
and I'm a peasent
and I can't be pleasent
anymore
it's what I'm drinking for
and she's not me
no she's so free
so heavenly
atleast it seems
so I go low and wander slow
no one to tow along
and the race is won
with the setting sun
I'm right where we belong
with silent screams
and faded dreams
til there's no more war
it's what we're drinking for
©2002 Lyn
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
Wish you happiness and surprize
To the dusk from the sun rise
May you get a happy day
All I want to say my friends is
Happy birthday.....
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
I looked into the mirror .
Saw that I was fifty five.
I pondered for a moment
That I was still alive.
My face is still the same one,
Though lines surround my eyes.
Again I glanced back at myself
Taken with surprize.....
The curves still curved
In places that they should,
My derrier was hanging there
Looking pretty good.
I smiled to myself, to think
I've really been quite blessed
Time was kind, I still look fine
Especially when I'm dressed.
JMA c 7/15/08
Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
I had a dream last night
Not to clear what it was about
All I know is that I needed help
I waited
Glancing only to see you turn the corner
An unexpected surprize
To see your glitterly blue eyes
We made eye contact
There were smiles and butterflies
I had never worked with you before
Yet, you were the solution
That I was looking for
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
- Excusez moi, Could you please help me finding the Jim Morrison's Tomb?
- We're searching too!
- Where Do you come from?
- I'm from Mars! haha.. Oh! well I'm currently living in Hellas
- Oh! We've been in Greece a week Ago.. and now we're carry on our
HolyDAYz in Paris and Then back in Mexico to our home..
- You Are Home.
Earth is your Home
- ...
Ah! Thank you ( Sacred Surprize in silence..)
Nice To meet you.
- You're Welcome.
Nice to meet you too..
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
Tonight I. Stood next to a moaning spirit.
She told of days gone by and grief.
The low and mournful sighs delivered me to her doorstep
The portal where no light shone within.
The graveyard beckoned as I walked the quiet path.
Once inside the spirits rose from every corner. One wafting spectre
Drifted near she floated then stood on a headstone all alone. Stepping
down she rested a chill on my right shoulder. Fetted breath took me by surprize. Vacant eyes told a lifes story.
Faded youth. Faded glory. The spirit lived a fitfull life and passsed
With no fanfare. To sullen darkness. She did rest one hundred years.
Now told her tale.
To me. I gently. Aked why?
You are the catcher for my pain. She told the story
Once again then turned her back.
Wafted once again to rest. In peace.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
Hey you!
As you are flirting with worries
the fire Of compassion Explodes within..
This Joke has to stop
Someday Somehow,
now!
Blame the Universe Blame the Chaos
It's easy my love..
So now, You and Your soul in A brand New Era..
How it feels to be this ******
How it feels to Reborn again from this fire?
isn;t a surprise now?
You Did it!
Here Now and Ahead On..
Miracles flowing dancing exploding your way home..
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
when you saw me all alone. have you realized that i am like a loaded gun that will fire with out a saft'y. have you seen the world behind me. have you realized my life has set the world in a slow spirle. do you know who i really am.
i am a dangerious elemental that can reek havicke that will rip souls out in its path.
u dont want me cause im a dangerious force that will **** you all if you try to harness my demonic power.
what you have seen is what your own mind has seen for you. do you want to see my gift or do u just want to watch me set my ideas lead this world in to flames.
do you want to know me or do u just want to follow my path of hell.
my leaded ideas have set this world free of hell and fire and a world of unleashed demons.
my life is a demonic power .
this world has been set on fire threw the eyes of a dictator.
do you want to see what i have hiden the plane to take down the corrupt ******** that have stabed me in the back left me to live in the dark but my life has set the plan to unleash my creations to destroy and set the evils of them all..
every one who has been taken and never see again will be seen.
but my idea is to free the souls who have suffered the hand of hell.
your questions ask me well but in this world this world earth should be afraid of me cause i have a heavy force that is armed and deadly. so people who need the hand to free them will bee saved from the heavl'y armed force working and planing to destroy
all your fuckking corrupt ******** that has made a huge mistakes.
i see your following but am i now even ensane for you..
my identity has hidden my surprize for all you ******* ho's
cause my secret identity is going to say this bold state ment (IM A PSYCHOTIC RUSSIAN SO ILL RIP YOUR LIES YOU SPRED)
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·tance,
which grandiose whim fizz
hills with utter futility, nonetheless this
nondescript husband under
scores comment, while pulling his
grizzled hair of chinny chin chin,
and emphasizing that mine
literary effort ain't no ****
whether expressing an insatiable hunger
for factual national world events,
weird news i.e. geico liz
hard eats dog,
(who swallowed homework) quiz
sic hull varying from opinion/editorial,
geopolitical related or showbiz,
but breathe deep, while setting loose
quiet riot of ideas,
which profuse accursed
process usually incorporates an overwhelming
growing exponentially cerebral burst
whereat impossible task
looms large, asper how to
zero on most agreeable needling
threadbare notion to come first
amidst the plethora of rampant analogous
to horde of infants
clamoring tubby nursed
bajillion ideas touting joyfulness
(re: l'chaim), or...mine
envisioned sorrowfully immersed
demise as select small group
of family and friends accompany
glassy transparent hearst
(which...shh... keep on the Q.T.
as figuratively utter by pursed
lips), of course no corps
(habeas corpus cited for no reason),
but liver worst
poisoning wrought unexpected demise,
AND cremation (in a free nation)
means body double
coffin before your eyes
doppelganger paid in blood
money and french fries
(duet to a solo salt craving) no lies,
hence an none nee moose penniless chap dies
in short shrift within schema of mortal guise
ashes scattered all points on the compass
one bitcoin player in the blockchain of life wise
lee subsumed within world
wide web, this fate hain't no surprize!
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
Medusa slips into necessary days, 20th century,
completely by accident, it was a chemical spill
nobody was there to clean up this ms stake
but she was definitely sorry
boy was she in for a surprize
it wasn't golden at all
it was all about the wrong moment
wrong in every way
1944, Germany, Medusa on stage
Fraulein, in tap shoes, wearing powder kegs
beneath her stage set and she had no idea where she
might be but she knew exactly where to stomp down
exactly when to toss that feathered purse
and to whom to throw it, with a moue
a dimpled kiss and a wink
goodbye, my love
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC