"thurs" poems
tues.
exhausted piano teeth mozart pere
gnashing slashing sound barrier
stretching zoology beyond the bird
cannibals in the a-z azimuth
weds.
mirage of red awnings all-night resort
cannibals in the azimuth stairwell décor
thurs.
cold as leprosy embraced
yet somehow curled
fri.
frail departure voice to ****
height hair duck drake
cold as geology young rocks flame
(hidden within the blink of eye)
4.9k
Wutsa matter wit you?
Whirr you frumm?
You from summ furren country?
Cain’t you tawk better den at?
Murruhkunz doan tawk Inglush lie cat.
We talk good Inglush. We tawk da bess Inglush.
Ain’t nobody tawk better den us.
Irregardless of whut kine uh furriner you are
You could not tawk so ignernt.
It’s a insult tah good Murrukuhns tawkin lie cat.
You should be imburrst to tawk ataway in public.
Should be ashaymt uh yerself.
Yenno, peepo c’n perject thur ignernce
’N thur lack intelluhgunce so easy.
They jess open up thur mouths
’N let the dumbness fall out
’N thur it is, fer alll to see.
Yude thank they’d realize what dumshits they are
’N not let thur mouths write checks
Thur butts cain’t cover.
But, no. They’s flappin’ thur yaps an babblin’
‘Bout nothin’ at all, ’n actin’ the pure fool
Lack thur mamas din teach them nuthin.
Well, nuthin’ good, at lease.
Me, muhseff, I thank sumbuddy
Shoulda kicked thur butts
From here ta Sundee.
But, thass jess me.
I know thurs a buncha bleedin’ heart libralls out thur
That wanna let peepo get by with crap jess ‘cause
Sumbuddy is a Niger er ‘cause they’s Messcun
Er sum kinda ******* heathen er ‘sump’n,
But I thank thass jess wrong.
Peepo gotta talk good jess to respeck the flag
’N God n’ country. Or go home.
Yeah, go on back to whatever Godless place
You ’n your race ’n yer ideas is okay.
We rilly doan need ‘em here.
We’s good, God fearing’ peepo and hard working too.
So, if that ain’t you, *** on yer camel ’n ride
Back tah whurever you cumm frumm
Till you c’n tawk good Iinglush lack decent fokes.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
an instant coffee poem scribbled
on the back of an iPhone, and mailed
to the motley crew hanging in these
environs
my request, your bequest
<>
never had an article of clothes
that required a hem to be tailored,
but you my daredevil darlings,
bring me now
you & yours,
a hem of thy choicest choosing
that I may taste your dew,
this and thus
enlivened,
I will love you,
far more than forever,
beyond my overwhelming
incarcerated capacity
to absorb,
but to exist and seize
the dew of your souls,
each an adrenaline ephedrine
shot to our mutualized brain
~
our soul’s temporal abode
the meaning plain!
you too
will forever be
within
the unlimited scope of this script
on the universe of the internet,
far longer than any intimate moment
we could share ,
a sensory
beyond the physicall
I beg you
please!
9:19 am
Thurs Sept. 12
two thousand and twenty four
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 9:24 AM UTC
(totally unedited)
what is this madness in the world??
how is this even happening??
so, we have not enough scourges...??
matters little what creed or colour
these are human beings
just like you and me
and children...
no, this is insane
perhaps I have not enough in me
to understand this level of madness
to cope with this
this is insane
st64......thurs, 22 aug
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
There's something quirky about Thursdays.
I don't know if it's that they happen once every 7 days,
or if it's because they sneak up on you after every Wednesday.
Or maybe it's because Friday is right after.
Maybe it's because you're supposed to eat tacos and only tacos
And put those three fingers into a bowling ball.
On occasional Wednesday nights it's good to stay up til' Thursday.
Whatever it is about this day: I know one thing.
Make every Thursday memorable.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Mon Oneday I'll be top dog
Have the sofa to myself
Tues Chewsday all the bones belong to me
And to no one else
Wed Walksday let's go on patrol
Throw some weight around
Thurs Throwup day, you can clear it up
I'll sit here and frown
Fri Dieday for the bunnies,
If I'm fast enough
Sat Catsday, chase them up a tree
Watch them huff and puff
Sun Funday, all of the above
For the pampered pooch
Who knows he's very loved
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Awakened by her vibrations
His molten rocks sputter,
Preferring to remain undisturbed.
Boiling, brewing, he begun erruption.
Amused by volcano's reaction
she listens and watches,no retaliation.
Considering her own stormy nights
when her lightning bolts strike thrice;
When her clapping of thunder
revolts even the sages
(both above and under).
She places a palm outwards,
blows kisses of cool wind,
To greet his fury,
His sweet love remembered.
His embers, with a smile, are pardoned.
She showers his projecting magma-
With droplets of chilled agua.
Awaited patiently for his red to cool,
to be brown, with help from yellow sun;
So that his lava could reconnect with outer earth-green.
Using a drifting veer she carries a charming flower seed and lays it beside him,
Soft petals soon blossom, rosy and pink.
They both smile gently,
now glowing for each other.
The volcano and Storm are forever in love, in flare and submerged;
Growing compassion and understanding of each other's plates and waves.
Yet neither may burn nor drown
but somehow remain facing the other-
At the very tip of their forbidden lips' kiss- for this day, tomorrow and in endlessness.
1:55am . Thurs, 24th, August, 2017.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
*(I think I fell in love in the back of a theater
foreign languages on the screen-
mourning dew in your eyes.)*
Empty bars encourage the best conversation
in the dead of winter
when nobodies feel the most alive.
they order Irish coffees and Old Fashions
to remind them of the
grandfathers they never knew, while we talk
and covet the ****** hair of exotic men.
*(I always awake feeling close to you
and then go to bed
disintegrated by distance- by need
love is always easier when your face is numb
having mistook the blemishes its supposed to hide
for forbidden fruit within the promised land.)*
there's a depressed bartender talking to
a manic patron,
reminding me to visit my parents soon.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
What gift of love is this?
Undeserved, I find myself
Cascading, showers of bliss
Dare I indulge in such wealth?!
❤️
My eyes look upon your face
To your heart & spy your soul
As it shines, I see His grace
Abundant, Amazing, whole.
❤️
From this day I give my vow
Not alone my hand I give
My heart, soul to thee endow
His treasure bestowed us to live.
❤️
No words can fully express
As my heart now binds to yours
Sheer, winged blessedness
From far beyond Heaven's doors.
Copyright(c)2015, Tina Woelk Klassen (KatWK)
All Rights Reserved
Written by Tina Woelk Klassen (KatWK)
Thurs, Sept 24th 2015.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Im in my class of english,
and ya know what that lady said?
No tarea.
Its a thursday miracle.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
this way of life is more than tranquil,
from day one to five, we sharpen
our tools with our desires and an anvil
in our spare time, we chase the the high
until our third eyes tells the three of us
it is way too much for us to handle
me myself and i, if it grabs our attention,
we will approach it with a purpose, whether
it be a person, wording or a purchase
none of which was intended to be perfect,
but deserving, why would the sea chase the earth’s surface if it felt that it was not worth it
-t.m
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
I used to hate waking up in the middle of the night,
the gentle glow of a snore resonating from two pipes,
would shake me as my eyes would close,
but now during the rest of the days, you know mon-thurs,
I find that my ears can't take it,
they are tired of being lonely,
scared of not being held by the gentle whisk of a growl,
sad that your half of the bed is being held up,
by 107 miles that separate my ears from you nose.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC