"tash" poems
Ol' Mr Rilash
the authority on panache
and once chef of Ben-Ash,
had neglected to trim his tash.
It itched and made him scratch;
Unhappy on upper lip.
A plan, a plan it hatched.
...then one time in the kitchen
on a snoozing Mr Rilash.
His tash did something brazen,
or silly or quite brash.
It pulled away and dashed
crawling through plates of mash
and hopping over paprikash
it made it to the window ledge
via the crockery left stashed.
Was it brave or was it rash,
the escaping captive tash.
Leaping and waiting for the splash,
It saw it's trajectory down below;
and landed squarely in the trash.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
If I die
Who would miss me
Mom?
No she doesn't trust me
Dad?
Jordan was always the favorite
Tash?
He always hated me
Allie?
She always did to
Jordan?
He probably would
Samantha?
I hope she would
All these people
All my friends
My family
All have
At least one thing
Against me
But who
Would miss me
A piece of southern trash
Good for nothing
Good at nothing
Samantha deserves someone better
So does destine
I'm not good enough
I never was
I never will be
I was a fool to think I was
Nobody would miss me
I'm sorry
To everyone
I've hurt you all
And now I see it
And I'm sickened by myself
I love Samantha and Destine
But I'm not good enough
So if I did die
Who would miss me?
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
Dear Ex,
Been figuring how to write this letter to you.
To you Carol for Helping me be independent
To you Beatrice for making my Trust Grow
To you Tash for teaching me good ***
To you Carol for teaching me that crying is okay
To you Olive for teaching me hangover remedies that actually worked
And To you Beth, for making me stronger than ever.
Its strange sometimes, I sit and reflect
of how it would be if I hadn't been in your lives as a lover, then.
Would some chunks in my life be missing because I wouldn't have learnt any lessons?
Would I be a Better Lover?
Would I still be innocent because I wouldn't know a painful heartbreak and how it felt to really want to revenge and hold on to Anger?
Would I still be a ******
The fights, built me.
The tours, made me exposed to races,tribes,religions all specrums of life.
The laughs extended my life
The friendship made me love.
Yes, there was pain
there were tears
Curses
But all these, were corners of the road that I journey to, to perfection someday.
You taught me how different love was.
It can't be defined in a single word.
ha ha, I remember, to one of you, foot massages and a shower together every night meant I Love you
For the other, saying it after every hour meant I Love you.
Its different.
IT IS BEAUTIFUL.
This is a note of gratitude.
Saying THANK YOU, for making me a better Lover.
THANK YOU for making me a better Mother.
THANK YOU for making me The BEST Best Friend
THANK YOU for now, Making me THE BEST WIFE.
I Am Happy.
And unlike a large number that would hate Ex's
and curse
and regret,
I choose the Route of Gratitude,
coz this far,
I will say
You Molded me
To the better person I am now.
I Respect You.
©TheUnspoken
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
Ach, a delicah constitution, have I
me auld bones are getting wearier
if somebody sneezes I have a cowld
its getting worser the more I get older
I can’t get a dacent man
but I’m looking as hard as I can
I’ve got a little piece of land
so for a dowry he’d be grand
See, since I buried my first two
it’s not easy to get a beau
and these day’s I’m not such a pretty view
I can be a bit contrary
and my moods oft vary
but unlike my sister Mary
I haven’t got a tash long and hairy
I don’t need any of that *** stuff
I can tell ya that for nuttin
Its help around the farm I’m huntin
I can make a dacent cup-o-tay
and I’m handy at baling the hay
so if your up for a bit of honest toil
and your humour don’t make me blood boil
Come marry Teresa Rafter
when I’m gone you’ll live happily ever after
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 6:44 AM UTC
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm
b-dumm dumm tchka ta weh...
tchka tchka tchka b-dumm
dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka tish
dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka tash
dumm dumm tchka tsk dumm tchka dish
tsk dumm b-dumm dumm tchka dumm bash
b-dumm dumm tish tchka dumm dumm tash
b-dumm dumm tish tchka dumm dumm tash
boom boom boom tchka tchka dumm bash
dumm bash-bash, dm-bash bash, dm-bish
tchka tchka dumm dumm ting
boom boom tchka tchka dumm bash ting
shik shik shika tika tik tik ting
boom boom tchka shika boom ting bish
boom shika tchka boom bash boom ching
boom, b-dumm dumm tika tika tika ting
boom shika shika boom bish bash beng
tika tika tika dumm boom boom ting
boof.. ka tchka boom boom cha
b-boof boof ka tchka boom boom cha
boom boom ka tchka tchka boom tish
tchka tchka dumm tsk tsk (dubudu) kish
(dubudu) (dubudu) (dubudu) tish
(dubudu) (dubudu) dub dub tesh
(dubudu) (dubudu) (dubudu) tsk tchka dish
dub.. b-dub dub taka tchka ting
dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka ting
dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka tash
dub dub tchka tsk dumm tchka ting
dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub dub dub, b-dub dub dub mmm
b-dub mmm dub
b-dub mmm dub
b-dub
b-dub
b-dummm
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
It's been a year since you left
and I still miss you a lot.
I'll always miss how much
fun we had together.
I'll miss you forgetting me
my name since I look like mom.
How you would have cartoons
playing in your room.
I know that it was due to your
memory problem.
But it was still good 'cause it
let me know that it wasn't a bad thing.
But I'll never say on here what I watch
when I'm in my room.
That's for my family to know.
But I will say that you watched some
cartoons that I've loved since I was 5.
Thanks for filling me with happy
memories and funny moments.
For saying things that made me both
confused and laugh at the same time.
Thanks for always being supportive
of me and my choices.
Thanks for doing what you were
supposed to when I asked you too.
Thanks for being there when I hurt
my knee.
Even though, there was nothing
that Obama could've done to help lol
Thanks for asking me to sing outside
your door and telling me that it was
wonderful.
And, you're right, Oma.
I'll never know how wonderful it was.
I never think that I have a good voice or
think that I can sing.
But it's nice to know that you loved me
and my voice.
Sorry I sang it in the hallway but my
shyness got the best of me.
But thanks for being patient and
listening to my songs.
You were a real inspiration to me and
I loved every second I got to spend w/ you.
Whenever I sing and listen to Miley Cyrus'
song, "I Miss You" I think of you.
I just wanted you to know how much I miss
and love you.
And I know that I'll be able to see you when
the time comes.
But until then, please keep watching me
from up above.
And I've never said this to anyone before.
But, I consider you and PaPou to be my
guardian angels.
I miss you and love you everyday.
Your great granddaughter,
Tash or (atleast once a day)
Manda <3 :)
RIP Oma
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
A soul’s vine is encased with demise.
Towering stalks desiccate to bister mummies and
Aflush dreams of romance capsize into sour, obsidian soil.
Exhausted leaves crumble when the sun goes down
And amber tears of stinging sap drizzle from hollow sepal’s
That once hugged tender safad petals in the raw night
Like a child clinging to their eham biar yadashte.
Eclipsed roots search for taskeen semblance.
Divest thorns flourish on their throne,
Devouring golden seeds of promise.
Tishna fruit wither into ember dust,
Particles brushing away in the restless wind
Until all that lays are flattened memories
Forgotten, forsaken, fanni.
Word Search
Machana Ruh (roo): A Wilting Soul
Safad: Pure milky white
Eham biar yadashte: That feeling of something from our childhood that gave us inanimate affection. Something we, still to this day, can not let go of because it carries all our intimate memories and emotions (Like a teddy bear or blanket).
Taskeen (Tash-kean): The warm feeling of home
Fanni (Fa-nee): Mortal fragility
Tishna: When a person is dehydrated to the point of death
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 4:42 PM UTC
Do you cut a rose before it blossoms?
**** a child, and then you lost them
Fetus lost within the womb
Like your virginity that’s been took
Like a breakage of a package
Wrapped up within bed sheets
Trying to untangle yourself before it’s too late
Haven’t you heard no *** before marriage?
Not wanting to look like “that girl” that doesn’t thinks
But he says he’s different
He pretended like he cared
3 weeks later I’m trapped
Trapped between the thoughts of being a tennager that's young , free , & wild
Not wanting to accept the duties of being a soon to be mother
It was a mistake I say
A mistake
"I used protection" she said
Forcing myself to look at my stomach thinking about how my once tiny stomach will become bigger & bigger
readjusting my belt as if it was hurting our baby
My baby
It’s not mine
It’s not mine
Don’t keep it
Those were his exact words before he upped and left me
He gave me the choice
To be left alone with only having the baby as a reference
Praying that ***** doesn't resemble their farther
2 hands
2 feet
2 eyes
2 ears
1 nose
1 mouth
2 arms
2 legs
1 heart
But unfortunately I let those hurtful words make my decision for me
Turning my unborn child home into a barrel
RIP
Rest in peace was those exact same words that were imprinted on stomach
Before my child left this world in a garbage bag
I could’ve sworn I heard "no mommy"
Blaming the doctors for killing my child
My sweet precious son
I love you
By :Tash Carter
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
I want you to open me up
And examine my insides
As if you we're trying to get to know me
Closely
Vividly
Like a Mortition trying to see how
I died
Like a butterfly
Cocoon first
Step by step
Cut me from my chest to my belly button
Slowly removing my organs
Lay them close enough so I still feel attached from my brain to my liver
Let me fly
I wanna be free
Let me fly
Let my soul be released
I wanna go to heaven but heaven isn't promised if I'm living like I want to go to he'll
He gently took my heart out
Not noticing the cracks on it
As if he was a doctor who started
pulling me from the womb
Darkness
Cold
Death
His breathing picked up when he seen my arm twitch
Knowing that I'm not living but I wasn't dead either
He continued to take out my organs
Placing each one side by side
Afraid to go any further down
He stopped .
He counted my fingers
He counted my toes
He counted my tattoos
He did everything
It was like he was trying to soothe me
Protect me
Be gentle with me
Let me fly
Let my soul be realesed in the summer air
So when those that miss me can feel my touch
Let me fly I wanna be free
Let me fly I wanna be free
As if my soul knew it was time to come back to me
My angel
My dearest angel grip the ankles of my loved ones
Capture their souls while their walking
So it feels like their stepping in a dream
Kiss the wound on my mother heart and inform her everything will be ok
Soothe my unborn children
Rub my stomach and gracefully whisper
"Mommy loves you "
Stitch me back up
Making sure you include every tear drop that left my eyes
Every laugh or chuckled that I released seeming as life was full of laughter
Readjust my body so I could be laying like I would in my coffin
My child
My child
Don't be afraid I am dead but in still living
Let me fly
Let me fly
I promise I will take your souls with me
By : Tash Carter
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
The way we deal with death is funny.
The child expected to cry,
must stay strong for his peers.
The adults have the luxury of tears.
So why the difference in action?
When the cause stays the same?
The adult may have lost a member of kin.
The child, however, is broken within.
Everything must end.
The way we cope with life as kids.
Replaced to see it like adults.
The loss of a friend, sister or mother.
The death of a father or a brother.
Everyone has a mechanism to cope.
Giving them time and space to heal.
You have your religion and empty prayers.
I have my broken universe and empty stares.
-Tash
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
Home is a powerful concept...if you can find that in the heart of others . A place that is safe, a place that too often bright and welcoming without judgement, a place to be understood, a place that celebrates you and looks for you, a place where the sunsets are always beautiful, a place that lights up upon your presence ...if you can find that where ever it may be ...Do not let go. Home is truly a magical place where we love one another . Home is You beautiful people Diamond Crazy Kristy, Santita, CJ Love, Fawn , Perry, Crow, Micrography- D, Pattie m, Luz Hanaii , Pegan Paul, , Cné , Star BG, Sue, emnabee, Omni, Temporal Fugue, Valsa George, Tash McKay , Lora Lee , Donna, False Poets, Kim JOHANNA Baker, Lily, Suzy, tinhearts, Nat lipstadt , Lori Jones Mckaffery, Elena, Joey,Mack, Gods1son, Khoi-San, Poetryjournal, Sheila Sharpe, Sjr1000, Polar, Monlight, Diya, M-E , Salmabunu Hatim , Jules just to name a few and etc
I am humbled, appreciative, grateful for all the love and your generosity with kindness. What we’re experiencing here is love manifested as poetry.
My love is real
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Love , love , love always bring healing to the incurable.
Thank You From The Bottom Of My Heart ❤️ Thank You
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
I loved you since you first laid eyes on me,
Since that very first invite over for tea,
Silly 'tash -
with just a dash of caramel wax..
Did I trip and fall
on the curb or on you that very first night?
Whichever floats your boat -
And then you fell for me too,
a few steps further, with all your chivalrous might.
You learnt me so well, now you get to remind me
how I'm no good at all with goodbyes..
All this time I'd forgotten about it,
busy trying to unpick all our hows and our whys.
Drive off to your bright new life, will you -
As my figure gets smaller in your rear view mirror..
I can't wait to meet you for tea when you're eighty;
Our promise, my true love, my best friend, my matey.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 3:54 AM UTC
freddie is the 80's storm 19.06.18
you are beautiful
tuesday was cannabis green
camden had a storm that's colourful
rocking like a true queen.
perfect was the tash
and the jacket that's iconic
spreading round camden like a rash
freddie is more addictive then kronic.
suspicious of whats occurring
to many things are ringing
trying to stop the blurring
made in heaven won't be singing.
80's is the best decade
its when queen were top form
the ballet will never fade
just like freddie who was infarct storm.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
If this be a poem then strangely how apt that your name rhymes with Rash!
I'd babble on about how you are vile!
But that'd do me nothing constructive or earn me no dime!
And it'd take more than a while,
Oh to tell them you slime?
Be as silly as this Rhyme!
But I get to remember that Tash!
Or would it be Rash to refer of you as Trash?
I'll do no such thing!
For that be your ways to adopt!
I'll hold my head high!
Knowing I loved my Wife!
And I fought without end for my marriage I did!
You will atone for your actions,
I shall have no joy or knowledge of what punishment he shall for you bid!
But I'll hold my head high for this I won't lie!
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
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Thank you all very much for being the Special writers that you all are.
I have not forgotten the rest of you I shall do another poem like this soon.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC