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Adam Disser Jun 2012
Fresh night air breezes past me,
Funneled down though parking garages,
Running over brick roadways past the backside of restaurants
And through the smoke of every kitchen employee
Burning on the back street.

The smell of fresh brewed trash hangs faintly in every moment,
But goes mostly unacknowledged by all.

Thus the wheel turns

Cook, clean, run, serve, smile
Toff tiny tippers are tools, trickling
Down scented cash while mine smells like sweat.
Tip for tiny tippers. Tip better.
Bring it.
Mitchell Jan 2014
Intending to escape the world
Like a convict from a jailhouse
Only for the penny strippers and corner tippers,
Professionals of the arousal.

How soon we are to arrive,
That we would rather leave.
Grass of multi-colored pigments
Sway cemented in my mind.

Yet, I do not disagree.
Imagination take me.
Whispering dove of pity
Flies to a land that is free.

I step outside of myself
And see the stringed bow pull back,
Watch the arrow fly through foggy air,
And land on an island
In the middle of unnamed lake.

She calls to me then, crying for
Her lover has left again.
Timing tears with labor
As he sharpens his dull saber.

He watched her as tears streamed down her face,
Wondering if any of it was even worth it anymore.
The dog barked as he drew himself a glass of water,
Looking into the water as the sun reflected in its downward motion.

Outside of myself and out of my mind.
Leaving the world to its own self behind.
A hacking wish covered in spittle and blood,
Love for some is just not enough.

And now, when he sees his reflection, he sees her.
Cracks of his face remind him of chipped high-ball glasses.
Swollen eyes reel re-runs of wine stained teeth.
His shallow cheeks of late-night love making.

There was never meant to be perfection.
Life is really just one big accident.
Or a coincidence, a mistake, or a miracle.
There was never meant to be perfection, honest.

Do you think I would lie to you?
Bring me a lantern dear ,
Strike out the fire ,
for my bed awaits me at this late hour .

The curtain is drawn ,
my blanket lies o ,
I rest my weary head ,
and Oft to bed I go .

Awake me in a thousand years ,
Why don’t you ,
and watch over me as I sleep I pray ,
until I awake. .

For as long as I slept the earth froze ,
or cooked ,
or both !
and hell ( they called it that ) men died from its Icey breath ,
        and even they cursed the day they were born .
Vermin rats mice scurried then froze to death as even they found no
relief from its polar vortex .

For babies were left out to die in its falling snow ,
Old men stumbled and fell near their homes ,
of which even they did not see again .

I turned and the earth burnt ,
It’s heat burnt forests and grass land as I slept ,
if the suns rays didn’t then man set woodland alight ,
for the thrill .
Men abandoned their pursuit of recreation and kept indoors ,
Until the heat from the sun had ran its course ,
and the earth found shade in the shadows of its night .

I turned again ,
Fly tippers left their unwanted garbage over farm land ,
at the end of the streets ,
In the country where ever they liked ,
for no one cared ,
Certainly not them .

Silt turned to mud and buried towns and fields ,
and man looked ever on lost in grief ,
or weighing their silver on scales of death .

Creatures of the deep of every kind lied dead from plastic bags and toys of every kind ,
Mattresses.,
Supermarket trolleys dumped .


Cans of fizzy drink were left discarded tossed on beaches .

Migrants sailed from their captive shores on dingy unfit for the sea .
they were swollowed whole by the great waters .
.
I turned again ,
Children wrote obscenity s on walls for their thrill ,
carried knives and stabbed each other ,
for their own gratification.

Then
A man who slept in a doorway awoke to freezing wind ,
a lady bent down with  hot broth to warm his poor heart again .
Children with bags in hand picked up litter ,

And I awoke after a thousand years of wrong ,
the sun cranked the ice on rivers and lakes ,
and the man fell in love with the world again .
Robin Carretti Jun 2018
Do I
Will I
Bill said I do
Bill I?
Don't Bill me
I-O-U nothing
Do you want
this in singing

I'm going to wash that
  man right out_?
Do you want this?
You're a shade too  hurtful
My hair is weeping
And send him on
his way snoring
Just so

Oh! No
Marathon run
****** sun
I ******* up
My twin sister
do you know
what you
have done
((The Huntress))
homewrecker
My coffee temper boiling
Black and Decker
broke relationship
Click plunk plink
My computer froze
Time pretty pink pill

There is Bill
Photographer had
the right
Flash
Longstem blush
pink rose

Went inside her
1000 dollar
Designer trash
Exactly when he came
He so wanted to see her
But _do I really want this?
The questions her, rabbit fur
To sir with love Lucy
So Clutsy the board
meeting

Another ***** but busy
City skyscrapers life
I had a feeling that
something
wasn't right he fell
off his chair
Rose of a dozen
He couldn't believe
What he saw out
the door
It wasn't something
Ordinary

The Scream extraordinary
All blood related
Ben and Jerry Garcia
Icecream Cruella
The falling out
Young updated
and the restless
Those countless hours
You hated
Not counting money
greens
She was the
salad spinner
Everybody you
speak to went back
to school having a ball
Mr. Babe Ruth

Do you want this
Burnt orange-red/greens
leaves B-M-W
Be My World -cars
Mob wife of scars
The designer devil from
Prada bags
Eyes tea 4-2 bags ha
You won't deny it
Only one feeling it
wasn't right
So hooked ion a feeling I saw you
With her
Do you want her
wig
every night dig

The traveling man
Cancun vacation
Got ((Panic Disco))
Your Mom youth bottle  
number tips she wins
Lotto____

I became a
slingshot_.>>>
No regrets terrible two
tippers and dribblers
Your country lemonade
In your sun hat
So what he kissed her
Its the Easter parade
Do you want this
Always this and that
I will always remember
before**
Do you really want
to see this?
Really got into
a mess
In my hot number
My husband saw his number
in the back of my dress
Because you didn't feel right
ahh
_ through her kiss
once you
kissed me
The world knew
everything
about me

I am happy that
I don't miss
anything
to resist
There is a whole
list out there
If anyone seems to care
There is something for
everyone to be loved
Not to be shared
Do I Do I  what? Or really do I do what I am told we are getting older don't lose your sparks do you really want this heavenly bliss. Well not the wishing well nothing is perfect am I or she or he well let's see where we really want to  be
the types of tippers, tipping for different reasons

for the social, for some sort of status, for exaggerated surplus, for crusty dollar bills that are meaningless in one wallet but then meaningful in another

of a street performer, to place a dollar in his case, cause his taste is somewhat reflective of the atmosphere in the street, and she has a pretty smile on her face

to tip, because you don't know what tomorrow will bring, because the money you have will be meaningless on your death bed

to tip to be closer to One, to be closer to I, closer to Christ, to Allah, to be closer to right

to tip, to give with the hope of one day being able to take with understanding, belief in karma can be relaxing

to tip, because of the moment, to keep things moving, you saw someone at the end of the bar and its in your best interest to invest

to tip, to tip for kind service, to tip for pleasantries, for smiles and anecdote, relatability, a small investment for lea sure, and still that is soft

to tip?  or not to tip, because belief is a *****

to not tip on principle, and to feel better that way, pay more for the donut, to start the day

to tip out of judgement, out of taste, one service was better than another, a standard, and a tip is an extra, a cherry for balance, a system in which you believe in

to tip the man who parks your car because out of fear that he will take it joyously far


to tip, to take, to put penny in jar, for charity, for good company.  to tip

fascinates me
Hank Helman Apr 30
Do you believe in God, he asked her.

Of course not, she replied.

Do you believe in free will, he queried.

Physics says it's impossible, she responded.

Do you think time is irreversible, he insisted.

Time is consciousness. It simply informs us that we will die someday, she countered.

Pizza or chicken wings tonight, he asked.

Can we eat in bed, she replied.

Sure, he said.

Then both, and she smiled at him.
Stan VanSandt Sep 2016
Beethoven played on birds and brooks
in a café called "The ContemPlate."
All organic, local foods,
but comfort foods - nothing I hate.
 
No kids allowed, but dogs are fine:
another clean and well-lit place.
Monastic silence or library rules,
one chair per table but lots of space.
 
The clientele all like to read;
they all look mild and kind and wise.
They mostly mind their own business,
but eye contact will bring a smile.
 
A shaded space outdoors for chess
and conversations over beers.
Casual and comfortable,
and no one's smoked for many years.
 
Good tippers all: a happy staff
gives prompt service, makes few mistakes.
The prices fair: the co-op farmers
all eat there - they own a stake.
 
And I have lots of time to spare,
relax and write a poem or two.
The only thing that's missing from
this little paradise is you.
Enter: night

Bring on the night----
Where those dear play,
And where freaks come out anyway
Go ahead, bring on the night.

Bring on the night---
Where travel is often and much go,
Where the travelers are on the go,
So bring on the night.

Bring on the night---
The creature of the night reign,
As they come out like stars with flames,
Yes, bring on the night!

Bring on the night---
Of every drug dealer and dope head
The hookers walking like the dead
Yes, bring on the hight.

Bring on the night---
Every baby's mama hanging tough
Late night creepers who think they're rough,
Just bring on the night!

Late night watchers watching so,
Bring on the night!
Creepy crawlers crawling you know,
Bring on the night!
Day turned trippers,
Bring on the night!

Coffee drinking tippers,
Bring on the night!
That's right bring it on,
Bring on the night!
Bring it on!
Bring it on and on and on...


(C) 2002
On London Bridge to harrowing sound ,
Of. Ambulances  sirens all around ,
and terror strikes at Londons cosmapoliton night .
Another day break ,
another dawn ,
another ****** morn .
I awoke .
The R S P C A shop left outside bags with rags and books ,
and children's toys for girls and boys ,
Open to wind and rain soon strewn accross the pavement .


Left against a wall ,
And those that leave them drive away unable to read .
To blind to see in the name of charity ,
at the end of my road ,
Fly tippers leave bags tables and chairs .
Or those who smoke outside coffee shops with espresso
and cigarette buts and chat for hours on Sunday morning streets .
Or Alex who sold the Big Issue last week ,
Who returned home as his nephew had died ,
Who won't be back soon .
And to those who pass by and don't bother to buy .
Or stay for chat ,
Or bother to ask

How are you?
Outside the coop supermarket .
Near by
And what once stood proud ,
Now pigeon finds its nest and once where table and chair  
To learned children would sit stands **** and birds nest .
Then vandals came and bid it to shame to disrepair
They left it .
Ashfords  history left to rot   .
Mad politicians the bulldozers came ,
a crazy plan left to ruin .
What The Luftwaffer failed ,
The council with Bulldozer nailed ,
Brought crashing down in ruin .

Around the corner. The church was packed with freedom songs
Inside .
To God be the Glory .
Last night the ends of the earth came to London Bridge , to Borough market evil came .
When we should go to the ends of the earth to save the Godless from hell , and
As darkness fell and young hearts beat so full of love ,
One last time
One love.
Now amugst the crashing of the waves ,
and the calls of seagulls true and brave ,
Iying in the sea ,
about to take a nap ,
lies a sea turtle enjoying the tankards sailing by ,
as the afternoon sun rises to meet its cloudless blue ,

all of a sudden without due thought ,
or care ,
or a tidderly doo   ,
for if he had ,
would not have bothered you .
A brown ***** who had flown off course looked for direction,
from the shell of a sea turtles back .

.” Excuse me my friend I’m taking a nap ,
Please be so kind not to sit on my back “

The ***** bird said nothing in reply ,
not a swork ,
or an eek or a  “ soon ile be back “

For the rain forests are burning ,
and the skies are filled with smoke ,
and the seas are filled with plastic ,
and I’m ready to croak “
To be honest dear turtle I don’t give a dam ,
I’m looking for trees that form some dry land ,”
for all I can see ,
are tankards filled with oil ,
and cans and plastic in the sea  man can’t destroy “

Look said the turtle whom just wanted to rest ,
The Greta fleet are sailing to harbours to save ,
whist world leaders shut parliament,
ready to dig out our graves .
Oh look there goes a wet wipe ,
a can of empty coke ,  
takeaway cartons ,
an empty bottle with a note ,
* please if found return to shore ,
the ***** bird picked it up ,
then threw it back once more ,
said “ romance is dead “
for the little girl waiting won’t ever write back .


For at the end of the night  ,
when all have gone home in search of a better day ,
Fly tippers leave their waste on toxic land to decay ,
and we breath in their fumes as best we can .
Fools need to get together
How can we endeavor
Never say never flows is clever
My defense like mayweather
Turn enemies light as a feather
Still rocking zoot suit leather
Pay like you weigh
I could go all day hit em like an AK
47 somebody goin to heaven
Got girls talkin' to me like Tevin
Who better than the rap veteran
Check the grand finale
Enemies trail behind me
Like receding hair lines taxin' fines
We some mob playas
Rollin' with fine dimes style genuine
But no pony show this for the
Hataz and undacovas brascos
I buck em like a bronco
Spinnin' heads like a disco
Ball ya see me my clique
Always standing tall emcees on a gall
For my downfall
We got the business wrapped tight
Blow comp out the water
Like dynamite flows ya recite like rites
Invincible who come with a better flow
Know the principle this be oriental
Raps put em in critic-al
Condition sound the commission
Got everybody **** flinchin' wishin"
I disappear but I be the rap whodini
Make grants like a genie who could see me
Break bricks like Luigi
Super brother nasty lover
Quick to smother a mother
And any other
Dime piece that want to get they
Mouthpiece
Filled sending thrills so much ice
I could chill
The whole **** world baby girl
It ain't about diamonds and pearls
So step.off before I shoot off
A couple of rounds
And you'll be in mazed swirl whoaaa


Yeah my team come through
Rippin' ligaments and you too
If you gotta problem
We resolve em death solves em
They don't want none
With the sho gun **** I blow some
To get me ill better yet dumb
Young ignorance makes for defiance
My alliance cause riots
No matter how hard it gets
I stay hard as erected **** flippin' chips
Mute those with loose lips
My nine flips
Suckas out the scene im biohazard
My flows leave ya plastered
Make disaster looks easy
Never cheesy please believe me
My cartel makes hell
Boats on shore with yeyo
Like the government coke import
Take puff off of the new port
Sike better yet take a snort
Of blow so my visions can flow go
Watch me as I sow the game though
Got the imperial settlement
From illegal transactions
I'm.talkin' embezzlement hell sent
See my flames from the sky
So why lie and try only to die
We come stompin' like a buffalo herd
So **** what ya heard word to the birds
That try to sing get a gun sling
Slow songs and flowers bring
No happiness stuck in a reminscie
Hugs and a kiss
Greeted by fams and friends
But in the end you see the eternal abyss
Reaper comes as no surprise
Double my eyes
Once I recieve a natural high
From hittin' a cutie pie
Dom sippers never paid for strippers
Shake the game make for a
Heavy tippers
Take another sip of
The liquor sitting in my glass
High class pounds of grass
So stay chill or else
Feel my heavy brass
Aiyo prolific my skills gifted haters get shifted
From guns lifted cliff'd to the edge breaking pledge
No oaths to sworn on im so long gone
Folks get the prolong once i swing the Capcom
Marvel I could sparkle the darkest shadow
Plateaus I break those fools out like Woodrow
Over gold no valuable expose the international
Banking shanking got them critics blanking
No thanks from me cant cook me like a chicken
Picking feathers deluxe edition switching
Into another mode keep my shells in the abode
Enemies posing as toads on the the roads
Hoping I pump out my brakes for the fakes
Beef i cook steaks well done chosen time frozen
Posing for ya final making tears shaking
See god roll out the wickedness like ******
All eyes on thee as I spin the Machiavelli
Plot fools get gritted and rock cold knock
Ya bodies slowly ticking and a tocking
See the disco jockey dropping
Beats for the pineal gland shine all thoughts confined stand in line
This is just the beginning of your own decline
See what the greatest adventures incline
Tryna stop my shine but I still perfect divine


Spaced out mind dazed honey glazed days
Looking for the sun where it don't shine rays
Haters looking for ways to resident a stay
But they get no prays over the Lord's says
I slays got the mighty pen true swordsman
There i am again laying with frail quins
**** im dreaming naw im just for scheming
Tryna escape reality through Wankas factory
Chocolate strippers honey drippers tippers
To the gold diggers most think I'ma *****
But I'm tryna make moves like Jigga
Billion dollar figure still rocking Hilfigers
With the Nautica jeans blue starched clean
Sipping lean chopped up greens seasoned
My food for thought most love to be caught
Up Under the worldly display i layaway
the Chaos black Kronos kin to evils religion
Still can spot the paces of a lurkin' stool piegon
Check it I'm looking at the strippers
Sweeter than honey drippers
Big tippers of dime to quarter flippers
Feel like Chipper load a clip of
Hard rhymes for ya mind
Easily do crime
Prime time gun flow swole ya corticals
In ya articles headline see the deadline
As ya heartbeats spirits grow weak
Mute ya speak at the highest peak
A stand over obsoletes stiff as concrete
Once the connection meets and greets
Paintin' vivid memories so many frenemies
Line up after royalties claim they kin to me
Change the scenery from light to dark
Cherry glow from a spark watch for narcs
Who lurk near the street of South Park
Im givin' tender kisses to my misses
You can't dismiss this stylist cook to a crisp
Demise ya lisp once you taste the clips
Blood draw raw from my maw the southpaw
Sicken your skills strong as Brian Shaw
Above the law hang with my outlaws
Road dogs honey glisten chicken
Thickens got my fingers a clicking
Watchin' her hip rotate like rotisserie chicken
Picken out the baddest girls from the show
Blow from the ounces that grow yo

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