"tidbit" poems
*I was a dog, I was a plane, and then I became insane,
I blew my top, a volcano as a prop, and found out
There awaits a train. It took me places far and wide,
It showed me mountains, what's inside, It gave me
A place to go each year, and it left me Mad ness
Mayhem, and fear. I'll never outgrow my random poem,
Bit by tidbit you should be careful, I'll warn you of this
Only once, you shouldn't EVER read it all alone!
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
Luna Tickle eats only pickles and ***** up all the brine
When her brother tells their mother she begins to whine:
“Yes I did it! And left no tidbit
Is that such a crime? My brother smells and raises hell
And leaves the loo full of slime.”
Now their mother dear began to fear her children were obstructions
Never listening, since their christening, and wished for their abduction
So she planned a slaughter and called her daughter
Outside to the woodshed, then chopped her neck in two
She put Luna’s head in her brother’s bed and said,
“Now, they’ll be no more Boo-Hoos”
Now you know of Luna and her tragic ending
But there’s more to this rhyme that’s pending
For the Tickle name is quite insane
And was never worth defending
But that’s just what her brother did
When Mrs. Tickle met Judge Knuckle
And almost flipped her lid
Screaming:
“I never liked that kid from the day she began to suckle!
Why she couldn’t be more like me, or her lovely sister Tess”
Twas all Mrs. Tickle could confess that day to Judge and jury
Until brother **** chimed-in and confessed his sin
And did so in such a fury, it was heard throughout and within
The entire state of Missouri:
“I am Richard Tickle and do confess I am not fickle
In fact I am quite pugnacious
If you do not see the circumstances like me
I’ll be forced to be disputatious”
Interjects Judge Knuckle:
“Boy, I’ll have you buckled this instance to electric chair
If you’re not scared I’ll be splitting hairs
In a place where the sun does not shine
So if you care, you’d best beware
Or your Gherkin will be in a brine”
Now Tess screamed out and her mother did shout
In perfect unison:
**** is my love and none the likes of any other hooligan”
At this there was a scuffle
Each dame was muffed and ruffled
They could not contain
All their angst and their pain
And it led to the ugliest tussle
For each thought ****
Was devoted to she
And apparently, this could not be
As we know of the trouble with Luna
So the jury was not out
Or even in doubt
Of these sinister makings and troubles
It was the sickest of affairs
Mass-producing glaring stares
From everyone within the court
Missouri Gazette’s headlines that day
Told of how they did slay
And burn the Tickle chalet
Leaving it in incestuous rubble
The lesson today to this horrific ballet
Is don’t live your life in a bubble
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
A player in life’s game
Only bears one aim.
Keep up the charade,
Masquerade reality.
Forced smiles
Cover up the sweat of shame
He withers inside.
Anxious minds wander
seeking to know the truth.
Any tidbit of conversation will do.
Twisted diction ruins lives.
Words are hollow;
his emptiness revealed; he won’t deny.
Can’t dodge the stench.
Years of buildup have left
his mind wrecked.
Teeth stained with lies,
the time has come to live
in the light.
“Fa la la” the jester sings,
Mocking his incredulity.
Through the air revelation rings.
Though time doesn’t heal
the scars agony has left on his entirety,
he wears a mask of stone
to hide the distorted fantasy.
When the time comes to celebrate the truth,
He finds it’s the hardest thing to do.
If only for his own sake,
There’s no going back
And he knows he must leave this place.
In a world unknown true happiness lies,
Shifted vision has allowed him to see
A way to be, he’s searched for desperately.
His world to leave behind,
Never looking back
He knows it’s the only way to rewrite his story.
The salient charge;
He must break free.
Carve new paths in life’s worn down trails.
Only then can he break his step
From his life: the cruel charade.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
*WHEN I first discovered the *"BEND IN THE RIVER" * , , , I had No Idea what was in store for those who BELIEVE There's a LOT more to this Flesh and Blood Body than Meets the Eye!! IT'S a Brand New World, , , That I've been instructed to "SHARE" with those who also believe *That the SPIRIT given to us,,ALLOWS "ADVENTURES" beyond explanation. "For Example"; I uncovered a Mystery that has been kept from man for Centuries!! "Such As Follows". Am I a fool to fish with an Unbaited hook?? Even though I did Caste it out "Very Far". Will the FLASHING of it being Retrieved ever so FAST, be enough to Attract the Hungriest of Those Looking for a New treat? What,Oh What could be a "BETTER BAIT" than that which I reeled in at a "Break-Neck" speed?? Was there No Deliciousness coming Off that Rapid return? PERHAPS,,a Tasty Morsel, a Yummy TidBit be attached to the very Tip.. AND * YES Put below a Cork about 30"ABOVE!! YES,,Gently,, Persuasively,, Moving in the Smooth currents of "LIFE"!!! Is this "BETTER BAIT" always available? * I BETTER "RUSH" TO FIND OUT!! "Are YOU with me??"
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 3:38 AM UTC
The cruciferous prophet sticks in my teeth-
I think I'd rather have a tidbit, of thief;
All covered, of course, in a vinegar sauce
With just a light dusting, of the true cross.
Some rarefied spleen, set sideboard,
With red vintage wine; A.D. thirty-four
Frankincense and Myrrh, baked in aspic;
And saved for last, Shroud Flambe: digestif.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 6:17 AM UTC
(More than in the mire from the central line poetry tube)
Well, it was *** for a tat and a tidbit that was the last draw for the last straw and the camel looked on.
I've gone and happy about it, the pills help me out just a tiny bit, but the Toby jug thinks that I am the mug, so it's *** for tat and oh how I laugh and the camel is there looking on.
She takes me to water, the Devils own daughter and forces this man to partake,
but
the man is his mountain, his cataract, fountain, from whichever who wants to will flow.
So a tidbit a tat for a bit of all that seems a very fair price I should pay.
The camel walks away with the ****
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
A *** girl is completely beautiful, she is endowed with the full-fledged beauty of mind and body, her forms are full of beauty and a tidbit, in my eyes you will always be perfect. So hot and sweet, well, just tin, I have a severe burn from excitement of ***** and love. You are attractive from any side in any form. Your body seems to order me to love you again and again. Your yummy appearance to enter deep *** hypnosis of love is so beautiful well just to the loss of pulse, delicate as pink rose skin, pink tint on your skin like delicate pink opal, you are the personification of the true form of femininity, in my mind I see only you since I'm in love with your soul and body, my soul, heart and mind are saturated with the powerful force of love for you, true love for you and excitement boils in me and boils, you stand out with its outstanding beauty from the crowd of girls and women, as if several thousand illuminate you ajor floodlights accompanied with your favorite music. I gently kiss your skin and it’s just the divine taste of love and passion, I look at you and don’t notice how long I look at you, your great beauty is always fashionable in my heart, for me you are the highest top model of true beauty, I comprehend your bowels of amazing beauty, you expose your soul during unforgettable *** so it is your image is like unforgettable *** you expose your sensual tender soul filled with burning passion like a fashionable jacket, you ****** me with its beauty with style and special chic. My whole mind is filled with you, every neuron is filled with you, now my brain is so arranged, when you undress with deep delight it becomes difficult to breathe right up to the shock of admiration, to what extent it is a wonderful sight that I just sweat and stutter with excitement. Than more often I see you, the happier I become like a child, as if every time I fall in love, looking at you for the first time every day, I see that you are the highest happiness and love in the universe. I am in love with your ideal divine forms of the body, they are just perfect and perfect. I feel you and love and excitement by the whole nervous system I feel only you alone and it goes into the soul into the subconscious, into dreams, and the whole nervous system receives a powerful ****** of romance from love for you, like a great volcano or a great tsunami, it carries me into the world dreams where everywhere you are just like a storm and swirling like a huge tornado, the element of my love is able to crush this world. You are my most cherished desire that I made every day. When you look at me, the violin symphony gently sounds, when you peer at me the piano keys, from deep sensual eye contact, in your eyes I see infinite beauty.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
You made a visit
For a tidbit
That couldn't be called a date
And your portion was low rate
Like the unkempt hair above your lip
What the **** was that ****
Inside is your invasive tongue's home
This is my mouth get your own
They're all connected to your stupid brain
That doesn't entertain
All this to say it didn't go well
And I'm searching for a way to tell
I'm so desperate for love
It seems absurd that I'm rejecting anyone
But that's the odd situation I find myself in
While searching for light and yours is dim
I have to deal with the frustrations
Of both of our expectations
And regret my instigation
While experiencing deflation
From a needless iteration
I say there's no spark
You call me a shark
You call me a farce
You keep calling of course
Calling from your high horse
I call the police to enforce
A restraining order
By explaining sort of
Our brief exhausted history
How you weren't a fit for me
They heard my story
Then gave you glory
For being rejected
You're viewed sympathetic
While I'm stuck in jail
For my ******* fail
I said I'd give it a shot
You thought I was caught
This is why I had fought
The ideas you brought
For a love you sought
I hope a lesson was taught
But I suspect that it's not
You just hate me instead
You didn't hate me in bed
But now that it's done
And we've had our fun
You resent me for not being your possession
I tried to let you know that wasn't my intention
So now I resent you for not learning your lesson
We go our separate ways
Both living in a hectic craze
I begin to naively call my loneliness freedom
After I convince myself that I don't need them
So to avoid a future locking latch
I start to say no strings attached
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
eight years on,
she, airplane borne,
takeoff - a minute from,
texts a parting thot
"love you madly"
you can't recall ever
that prescient précis designation
on any earlier editions
of your other old lovers resumes
this tidbit of reckless abandon
moves fury fast,
direct to the top of the list
madly, manly madness,
when you man,
allow the crossover to occur,
when boundaries twixt honesty and
sensibility
are declared
voided laws
when the white cloth napkin of careful sanity knocked, swept to the floor
maddening love rawest realized
conceded
in madness, completion is indivisible,
indivisible, completion is madness
manly madness
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
I miss you all humdrum floppy eyed
like crinkle face spit flying mad people
I Miss You Cause You Are Crazy 2
you are petroleum seeping through my brain waves
and when i light the fuse
You'll just about blow the place sky High.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Sometimes I mistake you for euphoria,
for as you drip pigment into the colors
of my irises, they can no longer focus
for shaking iridescent mirth.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
And when you go into your room
at night
and no one is left for fear of a fight
And no one speaks and no one comes
to call on you when all is done
No one sees and no one cares
when you break down
They all swear
that it was all your fault,
They shouldn't need
to feel concern
while they watch you bleed
They simply pass you by
another day with another blue sky
They don't feel the pain inside
Oh woe is me, friend that won't confide
Silly, my fault for not speaking,
Who wants to speak when hostility rings?
I won't confide because you don't care
Seldom do you even dare
to pick up your head in an honest hello
or even pick your head up from the pillow
Of the couch,
Obnoxious and blue,
I sit too far away from you
To engage,
to be willing to sit
to tolerate your insipid
complaints, you ***
I can't help that
we don't get along.
I won't be here for much too long.
That is the only comfort I have to offer,
the only penance for your coffer,
the only tidbit of advice,
I'll be gone before you know it
So deal with the dice.
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 10:52 PM UTC
When I return home
bird chirps nest breaks rest
smiles waft free windborne
air wears look of fest.
Babbles she how was day
if I had timely meal
or forgot in rhyme's play
doubt she always will.
Merrily she chats her mind
tidbit honest gossips
weariness recedes behind
break in smile my lips.
Betwixt I slowly undress
she wants not a word missed
I don't leave her place
sit in towel for twenty minutes.
Can't say when sweats dry up
spent is this sweet span
cold gets hand's teacup
by warmth of heart's woman.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
being made physically and mentally ill
by the excuses of my fellow country-people
so many prescription placeboes
psychoanalyst ********
and million$ on useless therapy….
and for what?
I get it:
you were molested
parents sold your *** to the neighbors
**** in the baby bottle
there are reasons folks suffer
but not every stress is a reason to medicate
sometimes the struggle and it’s lessons
are the reason for the experience
or has American society forgotten that tidbit?
So many wannabe doctors
telling friends and loved ones
that they are dealing with PTSD and ADHD
sprinkled with STD’s
in reality,
humans have always experienced stress
our ability to recognize it
and conceive of alternative ways of being
is likely the hub to our evolutionary journey
now what?
Fat, lazy, pill-popping excuse monsters
on every corner
on every channel,
the new norm….
maybe I need a pill to deal with these ******* –
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Depression is an overused word
It might make an easy rhyme
For poets who labor under the impression
That they can climb to the heights of expression
By showing no discretion with each and every
Narcissistic emotional self-obsession confession.
But of all the poetic depression transgressions
From the front of the procession
To the straggling indiscretion
The worst and least touched on
Is that it's boring...
Depression and talk of it
Leads to the inevitable compression
Of each and every tidbit
Or texture that prevents a poem from becoming a lecture
It flattens the curve
It scans the sculpture
A man of depth dwindles to a nerve
But depression doesn't let them see how it narrows their view
The circle it drew around appropriate questions
Ignore the censor and suppression
Be vigilant of the slightest dispossession
Starting to understand this oppression?
Don't let it convince you that you can see more clearly
From the bottom of a pit
You have no idea what you're missing
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 5:11 AM UTC
Trust me when I say it
There’s no other way to play it
You’re a purentee bigot
There’s no other place to lay it
You might as well admit it.
It’s your shoe and you fit it.
I believe in the point and hit it.
You are a **** ******* bigot.
Now this won’t hurt much, did it?
It was your own tongue and you bit it;
Showed the world and all in it
That you are nearly an idiot
And a race-bating creep along with it.
So, instead of swallowing, you spit it.
You are a callow and traitorous bigot
Who would deny to others in a minute
The rights of citizenship along with it.
The Liberty Bell? You’ll pit it
With the sticks and stones. You did it
Every time you parrot a Fox News tidbit
As there are little but lies within it.
So, there is the door, why not hit it?
Because your illness? No one can mend it.
It’s a blow to your brain, and within it
The lack of anything more than a divot
Where your compassion should be if it
Had even the tiniest solid rivet.
Instead you are a peanut butter widget,
Not much more than stuff found in a privet.
And not much smarter than a piglet.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
*how many times have you said
that your life is one big mess
and that the ringing in your head
tells you you're a wreck
although that thought may be true
here's some positiveness for you
take the negativity off your menu
and on this tidbit chew
keep those thoughts out of your head
although they're hungry they need not be fed
there's no need for them to spread
in the time that you have left
because if you weren't a whopping mess
how ever then would you be blessed
and in who would you find your rest
with that being said
accept that yes with great finesse
the one true God loves you no less
to him you are a beautiful mess
and he can handle it*
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
*now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep*
She kneels quietly on the ground
Precious youth and innocence abound
Sweet, tame, ignorant child
One day soon your thoughts will go wild
You'll start to question your beliefs
And answers won't bring any reliefs
Don't worry little child, don't fret
You're not ready for that quite yet
But eventually you'll see with those eyes
Most of what they tell you is lies
It's a great awakening
When knowledge is there for the taking
Take many lessons from history
As they're the true stories
Learn every last tidbit that you can
But never forget the values taught back then
No matter what path you choose
These values you must never loose
*and if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take*
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
O Pretty Doll Face,
pardon me just a bit,
let me paste my kisses
upon your sweet-deliciousness,
hear you scream my name
aloud in sheer-delight,
reaching the
ultimate-ecstasy!
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
To the men who terrorized my innocence,
The screams that night still plague me, they haunt my midnight hours when I
beg for sleep to take its hold on me.
I remember holding her hand.
the girl I loved.
But, to you, she was just another person in the crowd…
Another victim.
To me, she was honey and roses on a summer morning; she was
the one to save me when I mixed too much Hell with Heaven.
I repaid her with the last few kisses I could muster while her tears intermingled
with our blood.
Just a few hours ago, she was smiling up at me in delight; arms wrapped around my waist
as the music played behind our enclosed bodies.
I held her like this until the bullet ripped her life away from this Earth.
An Earth without her,
It wasn’t someplace I wanted to be.
But I held onto the tidbit of life dancing in front of me;
the one that you had injured but had not stolen.
I couldn’t quite tell which set of crimson belonged to I;
the puddles were drowning all of us.
Which screams were mine?
I’ll never remember and I don’t think I’ll care to;
they all mixed into one loud wail as we fought to grip
the idea of hope.
Trust me,
my lungs were filling with so much hopelessness that
I couldn’t quite remember how to breathe without it within those moments
where I begged for God to take me with her.
But you.
Did you take delight in destroying us?
Her, I, and the others?
I had felt someone grasp my hand right after her’s had fallen away;
You know,
they must have felt me give up. because I knew
It was an encouragement to keep myself breathing;
to keep my lungs from restricting and my soul from rising.
I couldn’t quite tell you how long I thought you were there;
to me,
it felt like years.
I can’t imagine how long it felt for those people who were lined up in front of you
waiting for God to show his face in any form possible.
The ones who stared down at your guns;
who pleaded for you to rethink your decisions
who had children at home,
who had spouses waiting for their smiles,
who had… families.
Those shots will forever be burned within my memory;
This night,
this horror,
this loss.
But will you wake up screaming,
wondering how you could have saved her?
Will you see their faces in every little corner of the street;
in every thought?
Will you relive the memory of how her hand felt pressed into yours,
right before you lost her?
Will you thank God for that one man who tightened his grip
on your fingers, keeping your mind here,
keeping you alive?
Will you trace the line of stitches along your body,
where the bullets had made a home within your skin?
*Will you pray to God that this was only a nightmare,
just to hear Satan laugh in your ears?*
-DDF
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
-Oh no
She saunters by
The air stiffens and falls, mountains bow,
All kowtow, or at least they should
-We’re not worthy
She looks over her dominion
She rules all that she sees
None standup to contest
She has me too, I confess
-I like it
She looks through me
Another face
Another peon
Another nothing
-HEY!
-*…Place your hopes here my lad
-No, I am better than this. She will see ******
LOOK AT ME*
Not another tidbit for the
Proverbial chopping block
Her neck turns; time stops
Clocks tick without their tock
-We get so lonely
Or is it for her? She tops me
Swivels slowly, no stop
A slow-mo accident waiting to be replayed
-*Oh God please
-Oh God no*
She cuts the room in two, parallel lasers
Heads
roll
and
smile,
they
cheer
for
me
-*You got this Tiger
-Steady man, steady*
She sees my eyes with hers
Dull brown against the firing squad
-Ready boys! Aim
Her lips part, chest slightly rises loading the bullet
She locks on her target and she never misses
A bead of sweat rolls on past
It asks
-What have you done
They look to her
-Take the shot!
And she does with a smile
-Hey
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
somedays it’s all too strange
or gnarly or difficult to explain,
or nothing of significance seems
to have occurred, or both,
like today, for instance.
i couldn’t possibly tell you
what happened this morning,
and then what filled the rest
of the day with its overriding
theme of absurdity, humor
and embarrassment and i
surely couldn’t share a tidbit
of a conversation that touched
on what we both most deeply
fear. no, i’d rather speak of
pomegranates, especially
the one my best friend
brought last week
that’s been waiting
in the kitchen basket
for the day soon when
i feel back to my usual
self enough to crack it
wide open, take it apart,
stain my fingers with
its juice, the red teardrops
glowing in the slant of sun
that streams in through
the skylight.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
Tried to be little coy, even tried to be so very nice
So this little tidbit, I will not be uttering twice
Most firmly grip the truth, when it is all they are seeing
Yet, you merely ignore, like a person with headphones, peeing
The branch delicately extended, the olive oil gently drips
Trying to figure out, what was done to deserve all of this
For one merely requested, to hear kind words from a friend
Never knowing those neuron pulses, were merely all pretend
But moving on they say, just more water into the mote
Still never think the end, formal goodbyes were never spoke...
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
I read a tidbit somewhere
that the average American will spend
a combined six months of their life
waiting at red lights.
After I processed this,
I consciously took a breath,
thanked my debatably lucky stars
that I turned out
nowhere near average,
and gunned it.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC