"teener" poems
Of all my misnomers,
Mistooks of arrogance,
To think I could career careen
A life
in poetry,
Extra pressure of the
Broadest of a narrowing sujet,
the scripting of poesy
on the restricted topical
of only love poetry
Must have been punch love drunk,
When that notion crazy stung
My cerebal,
Gored discor-ed cortex,
Probably just another
Post a Loving,
dreaming scheming moment,
Or reading a Shakespeare sonnet,
Or
Midst the long lonely pauses
somewhere,
*(S)under the rainbow,
tween teener and geezer,
and
Everything in between*
made myself a poet of a restricted diet
not "eating " for days at a time
for love comes and goes,
frequent departures much more easygoing & common,
than regularly scheduled arrivals,
easy go, not so easy come,
what was I thinking of?
what a she-muk,
talking about cutting your nose off
to spite your face,
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
he was a tambourine
_cling-cling-cling_
competing with the guitar,
_strrr...uuummm..._
bass,
_puuu-waaa...ssh!_
and drums
_BO...o...Om!_
In the orchestra
he was the conductor's baton
_swish-swish-swish_
drowned out by the oboe
_BRRR...Rooo..._
cello
_teener-neener-teen_
violin
_Neee-nah-neee...nahnahnah-nee..._
When he went solo
he was a harp
_bling-bling-bling-bling..._
graceful, delicate
_tling-ling-ring-bling..._
his strings plucked
_pling-pling-pling-pling_
by angels
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
From the early, early morning through the late, late night,
The tweekers keep on coming and it just ain't right.
Yvonne gets up early and she's feeding the fish,
And here comes Ernie, he's wanting his "ish".
So she breaks him off a little so that he won't gripe,
Now here comes Pino wanting something in the pipe.
And next comes Debbie just a shaking that ***
She's supporting the casino selling half price gas.
Then comes Clifford call him Big Daddy Mac,
He got the Clabber Girl can goin' clackity - clack.
From a quarter to a half, to a teener or a ball,
She's got more traffic than the Hill Top Mall.
Now the daylight's fading and the night's coming on,
On and on and on and on and on,
The Tweeks have worn a path in the ********* lawn.
Yvonne can't take it, she's headed for the hills,
Yelling back at Ernie, "Yes, I took my friggin pills!!"
Betty, Sally, Gary, and James,
The faces keep changing but never the games.
They promise to pay you. They only need a puff,
A little more please, that's just not enough.
And they bring you lots of things that you just can't use,
Like fake gold chains and someone else's shoes.
A cordless drill I got no way to charge and brand new jeans three sizes too large.
"Say hey yo bro, I bet you need one of these".
It's a freaking leaf blower when I ain't got any trees !!!
Yeah, they call their hustle and they're good at what they do.
You know that they are 'cuz they always hustling YOU !!
HERE COME THE JUDGE ! HERE COME THE JUDGE !
COURT'S IN SESSION NOW. HERE COME THE JUDGE !!
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC