"thingy" poems
"DEAR BLANK CHALLENGE" PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS AND REPOST TRY TO KEEP IT GOING: HELLOPOETRY "DEAR BLANK" CHALLENGE SECRET SANTA POEMS EXCEPT NOT SECRET AND NOT SANTA RANDOM ACT/POEM OF KINDNESS STRANGER POETRY APPRECIATION
I thought it might be nice to do like a secret santa thingy on hellopoetry only not secret and not santa… what I mean is, find a random stranger you literally have never met and do NOT know at all whose poetry you like and spend actual time genuinely reading their work, picking out your favorite lines and responding to them, pondering them, etc. Write something positive to them and post it as a poem with their name in the title. The “DEAR BLANK” challenge only you put their name instead of “blank”. I think we could all use a little recognition that we exist and are worth something since everyone seems a little depressed on here (including myself) which is fine, it’s a great outlet but it would be nice for people to just spontaneously find that a random stranger spent time in their life just to recognize you and care about your poetry. To write a kind poem/letter to them responding to lines in their poetry. If you need an example I just posted DEAR IMALRIGHT which was exactly what I meant. Check out imalright's poetry btw it is amazing.
I plan on doing for more than one person and I'd love for you to do the same. Spread a little kindness, we could all use a little.
Also message me if you are going to do the challenge and message the stranger you do the DEAR BLANK challenge for so they know to look for and read your poem.
I just thought that Imalright who was a perfect stranger to me seemed like a wonderful poet and a wonderful person based on her poetry so I chose her.
You do that too if you accept the DEAR BLANK challenge.
INCLUDE DEARBLANKCHALLENGE AS A HASHTAG IF YOU DO THE CHALLENGE SO EVERYONE CAN FIND THEM
please repost this over and over so we can get as many people involved as possible and try and make a difference in a couple people's lives because I just want to make everyone feel loved but I'm just one girl, I can't do it alone. Please help me with this and join me in the DEAR BLANK challenge. Take time out of your day to properly appreciate someone's poetry who you do not know.
PLEASE REPOST LET'S GET EVERYONE INVOLVED!!! ;D
THANKS!
-EMBER EVANESCENT
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
Look at those thingy
they shrunk in whenever he smiles
oh my
I feel like exhaling dandelions
each time he does that laugh
how come this one thin creature
could be so astonishingly cute?
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
There's a private, invisible flock of comedians chanting soapbox knock-knocks in my parking lot
Noisy, clang, boom thingy aloft and clipping the air around the slimy snow
And why does ajax keep butting its nose into everything I’ve got?
They’re all just boom-lost facades in a canonical, sly-faced rant.
So slanted, frankly, and poised toward a milder pace that the clang clipped the frosty branches beneath a drunken frat-house party.
Ah, the dandy-clang : native to the sandy graves and morose olive branches.
But only on the night of the dandy-clang, candy dances
for the branches are not partial to missed solid caches
of want and woe
of tongue and toe
and seldom shaken beneath the overbearing heat of a white-faced predator
for times it was that here and now, because
the wind had bitten harder
What am I saying?
That if the dandy-clang came. And if it produced the branches of the dancing eve fame...
with but not together. The clouds up in the ether
that lake and earth should wither
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
"You're Mexican?! You don't look Mexican?"
"What's Mexican supposed to look like?"
"Oh, you know... Sombrero, a curly twirly mustache, maybe like holding a taco!"
"I am eating a taco."
"No, like a real taco.
One that is like made in Mexico,
with like Mexican beans,
and Mexican ladies.
You know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
"What's it like? Did you have a quinceanera thingy? Do you speak Spanish?"
"No and no."
"What?! Then you like aren't a real Mexican. All Mexicans can habla Espanol."
"Oh, you know what. I forgot. I know what it is."
"What?"
"I'm not just Mexican, I'm German too."
"That makes like total sense. No wonder you can't speak Spanish. But wait, like were your family Nazis?"
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both its legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing *****
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Then at first, I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
Remembering how things went the moment we first talk.
It really was hard as challenge for me to look.
It’s because I’m that shy-type at first time.
And because you’re mesmerizing, like star in darkness that shines.
You are known for having an encouraging smile.
The way you look, it’s like perfection to human kind.
Whenever you are around, it feels like there’s heaven in land.
You are a fairy and your voice is your significant wand.
You are like Artemis, the goddess of the hunt;
For it’s like you have this invisible bow and arrow on your hands.
You’re a woman who is brave and a fighter, ready for battle;
And in competitions, I salute you for going home as the winner.
In terms of inspiration, intelligence, courage and wisdom;
You are like Athena, the goddess of these things in one.
By simply listening to your influencing words, there is wisdom.
You inspire people; encourage them to be better the next time.
Beauty is always attached to your name clearly.
And love is always defined with your personality.
You’re a woman of caring a heart which is a nurse thingy.
That is why among the Greek goddesses, I want you as Aphrodite.
As how you sway your hair when you walk until it went messy;
As how mesmerizing your eyes whenever you talk, you’re just so pretty;
As how soft-hearted you are even if you talk frankly,
You should know that you deserve a crowd that applause for you dearly.
© Quenniebells, 2015
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Sid's Valentine Goodbye.
Valentine's Day - Sid woke up as
he had done for odd eighty years.
Hidden in a closet were her roses
and cheap card.
His thin ex-tuberculous wife was
already up, she had made tea,
laid the paper and opened the
windows for the stuffiness to exit.
Joe Loss was playing Moonlight on the
new thingy C.D and outside one
of the warders was moving about.
Sid kissed her on the cheek, lightly
but with feeling, presented his roses,
felicitations handed her the card,
she loved it.This was their sixty fourth
Valentine,
As usual Joan shed a little symbolic tear,
nothing too un-British and came to underline
her love for big Sid with another little kiss.
Speed cyclist, dispatch rider, Radar Sid
was on lazy boy with The Mail and char.
Paper open, tea untouched she gave him.
her usual restrained peck and realized.
He was still warm.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
CHOCOLATE EXPLANATIONS
“Right. . .!”
I try to explain it
with chocolates
that she( girlishly )
keeps trying to eat.
I pick a luscious
dark chocolate seahorse
And I say “Now this is. . .”
( and she finishes my sentence for me )
“. . .your hippocampus!”
She squeals. . . delighted with herself.
“That’s correct!”
I praise her
“. . .it’s shaped like this seahorse!”
“And it controls
your memories of you
your “who you are”
your “how your self assembles
its sense of self
. . .with all its past and future mysteries!”
“Yes. . .yes. . .that’s it!
She claps her hands
thrilled to bits
by the familiar telling
the reassurance of sounds.
And this twisted twirl of almond
with a real almond in the centre of it
“. . . is your amygdala!”
She blurts out before me.
“You got it”
I smile.
“Everyone’s got one!
a seahorse & an almond
one on each side of our brain.”
“Now the almond tells you how
to respond to the things
that you’ve assembled
into a sense of self
. . .with the proper emotion
. . .the right feeling.
. . .whether you just like
or love it”
“Oh, I love it. . .I love it!”
She almost sings.
“Now, explain it to me again!”
I give her the finished explanations
and she eats them
with much exaggerated
mmmmming & ohhhhhing.
“I love your explanations
about what’s wrong with my thingy”
She knocks upon her head
like it was a door
to a self that she had
locked herself outside of.
Most times
she doesn’t even know
her name
or who
or what
she is.
But she loves this story of
HIPPOCAMPUS AND ITS FAITHFUL AMYGDALA
She loves
each sound
each word
each letter
each pause
of the chocolate
explanations.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
As our States go into a state of confusion
In the passing of their passing of laws
Saying now that all their fine citizens
Can freely lay out and get ******
As a matter of fact haven't they been doing that
For years if my minds working correctly
I guess the difference now when they lounge around
They can freely puff on it legally
So let's all take the bongs out of hiding
And add some fresh liquid to it
Invite over the neighbors you've never talked to
To share in a neighborly spliff
It'll certainly make everyone happy
When we come together and roll up a fatty
Don't worry if to this party your a newbie
Here take a hit off this doobie
We'll order out pizza
And crank up Netflix
Watch My Little Pony
And laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and...
Wait...now where was I? Oh Yea!
So let's take all the bongs out of hiding
Hold on...have I already said that?
Dude, this is freaking me out! Lol!
Oh okay, here we go...
You can now grow your own
On your very own farm
But instead of deep in the woods
It can now be your front yard
Of course all the neighbor kids
You'll have to watch
As they pass by your place
And pick from your crops
So then you'll have to invest
In a scary guard dog
To keep them at bay
And out of your plot
But of course you'll be ******
And forget that he's there
Where he'll end up hungry
And start eating his share
There goes your profit
There goes your crop
Plus all the time you'll spend behind the dog
With a baggy waiting for doggie do do drops
But then again the government
May not let you grow your own stuff
As you wait for the F.D.A.
To authorize all your drugs
And we all know when you get
The government involved
Bureaucratic common sense
Too often gets lost
Maybe this legalization thingy
Is not the best of ideas
Things seemed to run smoother
When we all kept our *** hid
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
She walked outside to get a breath of fresh air
She saw that there was snow on the ground
But she didn't have a jacket on
Just a skirt
With nylon leggings
The wind started to blow
And she felt the snow
Blow her around
And then it stopped
She shut the door
And went back inside
She walked over to the computer
And sat down in a wooden chair
And kind of shivered a little
As the snow was melting on her hair
She moved her head back and forth really quickly
And shaked the snow off of her hair
I don't look pretty
she giggled
She kind of smoothed out her hair
With her hands
And curled it around her fingertips
Then she felt kinda hungry
And left her chair
And started sliding a little
She got to the refrigerator door
She looked around
And there was a mountain dew
Yeah
She turned around quickly
And was spinning
And got a little dizzy
She drank her mountain dew
And burped
I'm drunk
She staggered back to the wooden chair
And set her pop by the computer
Which she's not suppose to do
But always does anyways
Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
She clicked on a video on youtube
And clicked out really quick
And made a sour face and squinted
She typed something else in
She looked down the screen
Scrolled down
Double clicked
Waiting for it to load
Clicked out
Didn't load
She kinda got a little upset
And grabbed her mountain dew
Got up from the computer
And smashed her knees against the stupid computer thingy
Spilled a little mountain dew on her skirt
Whatever
She grabbed her mountain dew
Held it by the inner tab
And spun around slowly
Didn't cut herself
Spinned around again
Heart racing
Didn't cut herself
Slowly took her pointer finger out
And started drinking again
She walked into the living room
Going
Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmmm
Hmm
Sat down on the couch
With her kitten in the kitchen
By the computer
She turned the tv on
And watched spongebob squarepants
It was in the middle of the episode where mermaid man was saying
Evil
Eeeeevil
She just sipped her mountain dew quickly
And didn't swallow it right away
Then she rubbed her feet against the ground
And her kitten
Hopped away from the kitchen
And waited by her feet
She looked down
Made a face
And placed her foot on top of her kitty's head
And the kitten backed off and bumped into the tv
While the episode of spongebob was still playing
She changed the channel
Started kicking her feet
Back and forth
Without touching the ground
She looked outside
And the snow was blowing harder
So she got off of the coach
Opened the door
And felt the snow blow against her skin again
She shivered again
Shut the door
Shaked her head
Brushed down her hair
Ran into the kitchen
Then ran back upstairs
To her room
Turned around
And the kitten was at the bottom of the steps
She shut the door quickly
Fell to the ground
And looked under the door
And saw the kitten
She came close to the door
And pawed at it a little
Then hopped back down stairs
On the last step
Tumbled
She's left alone a lot
That's why she's so strange
She felt her stomach make a hungry noise
She was craving tacos
I wonder if there's any leftover tacos from yesterday in the fridge
She walks downstairs
Slides to the fridge
Kitten hops away
She opens the door
Nothing
She shuts the door
Slides back to the computer
Sat down
And started to feel really bored
Then got out of the chair
Walked over to the door
And felt it with her hand
Without opening it
It was cold out
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
I've pondered why we bring it out whenever the sun shines,
We crack it open, share it out, whiskey, ***** beer, wine,
We look for an excuse, a reason why we drink it,
A christening, a birthday, hell any old chance to sink it,
"Oh look, our Biddy just recieved her shiny little car",
So we get the grog in, the fridge contents won't go that far,
"Poor seany lost his job today, let's cheer him up with whiskey",
The crowd it grows, before ya know, we're all a little frisky,
"And Clodagh decorated her room, ah look, she must be knackered,
Let's have a girly night, and open wine, with cheesy crackers",
So raise a glass, a mug, a goblet, even a champagne flute,
Or even that funny german thingy that measures a beer foot,
Let's toast whatever happens, be it good, or be it bad,
The alcohol will serve us all, ah good times there will be had...
SLAINTE
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 5:28 AM UTC
when critique is about, the unsuspecting walk like peacocks, showing off the wooden dutch slacks of fear prior to criticism, forging a proof of god so debased that it would require the holocaust to have taken place.
- yes, this call is immediate, what's the severity?
- immediacy in all circumstances.
- sounds terrible.
- yep, blood in my **** too.
- ooh, dialectical diarrhoea?
- skidding at one hundred miles per hour with a popsicle swerve on the slurp.
- trafalgar sq. fountains?
- lions roaring in alabaster to the breaking of bony hinges.
- triage.
- can i see him face to face.
- no, you need to speak to him first via the triage telephone system.
- so he's the now receptionist and knows the daybreak slots with chemical compounds.
- no, thingy thingy, dum dum **** a toe, crackle fun pull a twig: we're
the receptionists, he prioritises the eventuality of a cancer advert.
- three quid down the drain?
- yes, we, the receptionists of the world will stand against the robotic onslaught!
- ****** on winter sledges.
- exactly.
- not exactly, you, receptionist, you jane, me tarzan, you book face to face, now.
- you tarzan, you straighten bananas.
- you jane, you book, appointment.
- you tarzan, you straighten bananas.
- you jane, you book, appointment, now.
- me jane, me receptionist, me on the conveyor belt of corn crop patched harvestable.
- me i.q.
- me one hundred and fifteen.
- face to face to farce.
- farce to bloke to pole.
- pole leaning on a pole.
- englishman eating a napkin.
- blackjack and ingredients for the pride of britain: vindaloo child.
- sloshed on a cricketeer's return.
- puns and cardamon cardigans of colour without scent.
- pushy apple sours coloured acid green without the mojo juice.
- spank that gimp ***** into a piglet.
- leathered up, boots on parole.
(who the hell is talking now?)
- i need to see the doctor face to face, i need my sick note to live on:
on brink of day in ultraviolet twilights, and drink.
- are you a banker?
- i'm a sick man, a beggar.
- we only provide sickness to the rich and famous.
- so what do i get?
- premature death.
- oh, can i have a bank account with that?
- oh sure, as long as you can accept debt.
- 5% like standard a.e.r.?
- no, 2000%
- so my debt interest will be crazy dizzy above my savings interest rate?
- yes.
- do you sell *** positive syringes?
- we're accommodating.
- thank you very much.
- thank you.
- goodbye morrow and marrow tight.
- bones ashore.
- **** all ahoy.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
* I'm trapped. Oh I mean it.
Giving such attention to things that could make me feel even to you.
But in reality it was such a horrible scene which is all a scheme of visions.
Malevolent feelings running and wanted to break in.
Wishing like a semantics for a vivid point as my head and heart whisper...
If only...
If only you could feel how my senses were in unison.
Holding up like it wanted to implode within my inner me.
But now, I'm like a "CalmdownMAchine".
Yes. Wondering of what you are up to
Yes. My mind were in circles when I'm hearing bout your name.
Yes. Im caught in motion to still care.
Yes. Gravity still involves why im falling back.
But It's always a big BUT's.
Still back to the ignorance is a bliss thingy.
Coz sometimes it's the best way to be.
Scowling. In such time where hate is still there.
Telling that imperious voice in my head to be still.
Awaken me oh. . Please!
Just tell.. you needed me.. So please stay.
Guessing of tomorrow's tale
Keep thinking of what should i say or you'll say
Hope promised words shall never fail
For it's all a credulous act.
Maybe, time has read its fate.
I dont know what's your worthiness
Loving just to say and act.
I'ts not that enough.
You've been blind after all
Coz All you do is to follow what others tell.
Such a sad word to say but, I tell you
Risk is what it all takes...
and love is about to recline
Like Dots that needs to connect to its line...
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Quote said
fake things will fade away
but i know you will never astray
together we fight the bad rays
and shine all the way.
Heart said
love won't stay
truth will delay
till come the day
that day, anyway.
Soul said
.........
...............
i lost words that end with 'y' anyway
except for gay
and okay.
- a.e
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
CHOCOLATE EXPLANATIONS
“Right. . .!”
I try to explain it
with chocolates
that she( girlishly )
keeps trying to eat.
I pick a luscious
dark chocolate seahorse
And I say “Now this is. . .”
( and she finishes my sentence for me )
“. . .your hippocampus!”
She squeals. . . delighted with herself.
“That’s correct!”
I praise her
“. . .it’s shaped like this seahorse!”
“And it controls
your memories of you
your “who you are”
your “how your self assembles
its sense of self
. . .with all its past and future mysteries!”
“Yes. . .yes. . .that’s it!
She claps her hands
thrilled to bits
by the familiar telling
the reassurance of sounds.
And this twisted twirl of almond
with a real almond in the centre of it
“. . . is your amygdala!”
She blurts out before me.
“You got it”
I smile.
“Everyone’s got one!
a seahorse & an almond
one on each side of our brain.”
“Now the almond tells you how
to respond to the things
that you’ve assembled
into a sense of self
. . .with the proper emotion
. . .the right feeling.
. . .whether you just like
or love it”
“Oh, I love it. . .I love it!”
She almost sings.
“Now, explain it to me again!”
I give her the finished explanations
and she eats them
with much exaggerated
mmmmming & ohhhhhing.
“I love your explanations
about what’s wrong with my thingy”
She knocks upon her head
like it was a door
to a self that she had
locked herself outside of.
Most times
she doesn’t even know
her name
or who
or what
she is.
But she loves this story of
HIPPOCAMPUS AND ITS FAITHFUL AMYGDALA
She loves
each sound
each word
each letter
each pause
of the chocolate
explanations.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
Where were you yesterday
I was in the woods with Jimmy
And what were you doing there
Well first he asked me to take my knickers off
Did you
Yes I did , he has such a nice smile
Did you see his thingy
What's a thingy
Have you never seen a thingy
How could I have done ,
when I don't know
What on earth is a thingy
Have you any brothers
No , but does that matter
Well you would have seen one for sure
Look if I don't know what one is
How would I know if I've seen one
I'll have to tell you
We don't have one
Because we are girls
O.K. we don't have a thingy
Will we have one each
When we grow up
Ugh ! I don't jolly think so
Who'd want one of those horrid things
Alright you've got my interest in a whirl
What do they do with them
MMM , they use them for wee weeing
Is that it ,for wee weeing
So it's like a hosepipe
Well yes but smaller
Why have they got one
And not we girls haven't
Don't know
I've just realized
Did he take his trousers down
No why should he
Don't know
But why did he ask you
To take your knickers off
Easy , he wanted the elastic
to make a catapult.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
Integration of spirit and body, is a reason for being mortal for a while
for some
secret reason
known only to the initiates,
the Melchisidekean
Priest hood, known by believers to be Jesus, Pre-existancy
Avatar thingy do.
Ah, but Lucifer and he were bros, y'know. The rub, that nagging urge,
get up and move the wagon, why lie
there comfy in your bubble
believing not all spirits are from God, but
some are. Try the spirits, if they can preach the good news
the angels brought:
God and the disconnected reconnected, Joy flows to the world.
Alleluia, right.
-- note: no list of do/don'ts save common sense.
Plugitin plugitin a bean in y'ear, a bean in y'ear
about as big as a yeast
beast.
Leaven, y'know, comes in flavors. Like proteins,
most leavening things leaven only one thing,
however,
word borne leaven leavens
everything,
and we ain't speakin' even-jello-ic jiggle of crystalizatio,
we talking boomin' gaseous gluten intro-learyant
beans, beans, beans po'folk beans
leavenistical
words witcha maya hoid yo grama say
breathe. Be leaving all your lies and tries to us as we
dare to cast our care
wind words, net let out, starboard,
un-error-o-matic
good new net. Wait.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
The berries are poison berries, the boy said.
What kind of poison?
Bad kind.
How do you know?
Mom told me.
Dare me to eat one?
Yup.
It don't taste like poison.
What does poison taste like?
Worse than this.
I want some.
How poisonous is it?
Mom says it'll **** you.
Then why'd you eat one.
I want to go to heaven.
I thought they were a little poison, like make you **** funny poison.
I figure if I want to make it to heaven this is the only way.
I can't believe this. You didn't say anything—
Bible says all children go to heaven because they is innocent.
I'm going to throw up. You just put your finger on your tongue, right?
Further back. To the tonsil thingy.
It's not coming. I can't. I can't. This—I didn't feed the dogs.
Don't worry about the dogs. We're going to heaven.
Bible doesn't say that.
Preacher does.
Well.
Preacher said it's impossible for a rich man to go to heaven, pretty tough for a fat man—on account of the way being so narrow—and just plain hard for everyone else. The only one guaranteed is kids.
I haven't even kissed a girl.
You're not missing much.
I've only kissed Mom.
Yeah. She kisses okay.
What if the kids aren't innocent?
Kids are always innocent.
I feel funny.
Me too.
But what about kids that do bad stuff?
Like?
You know, fighting and cussing and stuff.
They don't know better. Free ticket to heaven.
Huh.
My tummy is making put-titter-put noises.
What if a kid slayed another kid? You know thou shalt not slay.
I didn't slay you.
I'm just asking.
I wouldn't slay.
You didn't tell me these berries would **** me. Seems the same as slaying me.
Throw up.
I tried.
Let me help you. I ain't losing my free ride.
Geez. You're hurting me.
Throw up.
I can't.
I'm going to punch you.
Don't punch me.
Throw up.
You punched me.
I'm going to do it again.
No.
Throw up.
You punched me again.
Let me try cramming my fingers down there again.
Ow.
If God chalks this up to slaying.
He will.
I'll find a way.
A way?
To heaven.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
My cute young daughter named Shatakshi
Asks, "Daddy-daddy what's this thingy?"
I, the caring father, with a gasp
Reply, "It is a fire ant that you grasp
And you hold where it has its stingy!"
Dec 5, 2023
Dec 5, 2023 at 11:45 AM UTC
Happy National Month of Poetry
As tradition, I join this thingy
It's something called 30/30
For the whole month, one poem daily
I invite everyone to join with me
Challenge your creativity
Push your boundaries
And explore your vocabulary
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both it's legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing *****
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Than at first I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
A springy thingy though I be
a thing in spring I'd like to be
this thought I think springs out of me
as I spring into Spring.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
yes, sundays seem quiet . were like that when i was a kid. enjoy that yet i know some find it arduous.
like to hear you will have company in the garden again other than the cats.
when initially awake it was golden with sun yet now the softest cloud has covered.
Asda van is due today and i go to buy petrol early. except is diesel.
no more news really. except I saw a stoat thingy yesterday.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC
ever hear
a voice in the garden
that
made you become
startled,
inquiring:
what
the **** was that?!
huh?!
i was the object
of said "what"?
RAP?
exclusion remarks
in the realm of poetics.
i died....
and Homer went
blind.
oh...
oh
oh.....
oh...
the part
where i don't
care to mind,
and the part where
you...
but i wasn't
the white boy
who subjected
your people
to perform
jew...
oh... sowwy, whaat?
legal nomad..
thingy...
peoples doing
**** with jewels,
in hobo,
in...
roma bracelets...
******* squirt worth a ****
vodoo!
******* vodoo!
tripod:
that one thing legged...
standing on 'a' 'un leg...
merry ******* christmas
come northern ireland...
savvy?!
you bet... beat
the bacon!
fucking hare krishna...
i die, and the warning sign
says:
scrap through
the "gravy"...
lucky loser,
no. 2!
bricktop:
people doing ****
with diamonds...
utter.. bonkers...
me... you...
hush-hush...
bonkers-brigade....
******* east london
vowel crisp
cut and pig-me...
loose ends...
******* shy of a boxing munch...
take your tirade to
a recital of Macbeth
via...
Tehran...
you...
*******
wanker!
otherwise?
w'ha are 'e'
lovelies?
eh?
you skill or somethin'
more, or w'ha?
bricklayer 'ert or
sum'fin worth the fix?!
give me 'um some *******
cajole!
meaning! news!
you fork's worth
of a nibble on a use
of a *****
******* pansie...
fucking ******
start ********
or bitch-yourself into
an ease...
with warring-to-come...
ye'... gobshite i ain't buying...
tough man tought
mouth...
punched bit a little...
god...
i'm gagging!
itchy sort...
like... you want to sort
the sort from the sort!
******** **** glug *******
wanna scrap them
on the guillotine of
scratch of
the tongue lick
of: a...
shaven-lick...
sheryl crow...
grammy award album...
1997...
30 or so years later?
good luck hitchhiking
with a jukebox interlude.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC