"todd" poems
Every now and then
I go deep inside my mind
Just to have a little rest
And see what I can find
I don't go in there often
It dark and I must say
That sometimes I'm afraid
That I may lose my way
There's a little corner café
Where Groucho sits alone
Stan Laurel sits there writing gags
And Greta Garbo sits and moans
Sinatra sings for all of them
John Lennon talks to God
Brian Jones gives swimming lessons
There's Liz Taylor and Mike Todd
Over in the distance
At a table in the corner
Hemmingway sells movie scripts
To mogul man Jack Warner
Elvis does a hip shake
Ruth and Gherig playing catch
Bud and Lou do Who's on First
Humphrey Bogart lights a match
Charles Dickens playing darts
A red balloon comes floating by
Andy Warhol sits with Nico
Where German pop songs go to die
Marilyn and James Dean
Sit quietly talking on the stairs
John Kennedy and his brother Bob
Just pretend that they are both not there
Chico plays piano and
Harpo with his harp
Bad jokes float around the room
being told by silent stars
Phil Everly and Phil Ramone
They're new here so they're woozy
Sit talking of the songs they'll miss
Rick Nelson sings of Susie
You see it is a mad mad place
in my head when I may wander
I don't go in too deep
And I've met Henry Fonda
There's images, and icons
Family, and friends
on a little street inside my head
That's a circle with no ends
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Todd Totally Toad
Finger Smell McGee
E-I-E-I **** You
Captain Sally Potato
Blackhole Sound *****
The Glass Candy Imagination Man
Dew Snot
One-Eyed Duce Leg of the Cement Dimension
The Guy Who Makes Sailors, Pirates and Fisherprice men shake their Buoy.
The Saccharine Snake of Compatibility
Yeti Jenny ******
Johnny Loch Ness **** Deck.
Chicken ***** McGillicutty
Blanket Face
Rev. 3D Trigonometry
The Little Pistachio ****
The Killer Doll That Only Exists in My Alternate Universe's Self's Imagination.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
Take a butchers at this me old Chinas.
Slip ya Plates o' Meat into ya Jacks,
brew up a nice cup o' Rosy,
and if you haven't got a Scooby what I'm on about,
feel free to fire me off a Jimmy Nail
and tell me it's a load of old cobblers.
Can you Adam an' Eve it,
I left me Dog 'n' Bone on the Apples
and when I went to call the Trouble 'n' Strife
some joker had Half-Inched it.
But that's not the worst of it.
When I got back to the Cat and Mouse
she'd done a bunk in me shiny new Jam Jar.
I couldn't believe me Pork Pies!
So here I am all on me Todd,
me only transport a ****** old **** van ****
Gordon Bennett!
I'm goin' down the ****** for a few Britneys,
gonna get totally Brahms and List
and blow a big fat raspberry at the whole thing.
Tomorrow's another bale 'o' hay.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
Calories.
When I was 6 years old,
my mother told me I would consume
too many calories.
I would consume them by the hundreds,
by the thousands.
I was Godzilla and they were the people I dominated.
When my parents left one another
I had to fill myself with some other source of affection.
And the insulin rushes were tremendous.
When I was 11,
I had to see the doctor to be in fear of getting Diabetes,
and being grossly overweight.
At at age of 15, I was over 280 pounds
of walking disappointments.
I had always believed my stomach carried my happiness
and the fat under my chin kept my head high.
But after being rejected for so long,
I snapped.
I always had an attachment to food,
a sort of inseperable bond.
But I remember looking at myself in the mirror one night,
completely disgusted, tears welling in my eyes,
and I puked from the anger I felt inside of me.
So don't tell me the calories I consume today
don't burn more
than the bleach Amanda Todd drank,
or that the more hollow my stomach becomes,
I am not able to better hide my sorrows.
Do not dare tell me eat something,
because I've craved biting the bullet for the past 8
******* years, and carbohydrates
has caused more sadness in my heart than anything else.
Do not tell me other teenagers do not cut open their arms,
to let calories out,
because they are scared to Christ that someone may judge them,
if they eat an apple.
Because the first woman that ate an apple, ****** humankind.
And by having a sip of your Iced Tea,
or a french fry, might just dissolve the earth from beneath us.
Why we hide from nutrition labels,
and run from anything with a number greater than
ZERO
on it.
I was taught that happiness comes from a nutrition label,
and how many servings one consumes,
not the smile on ones face,
or the good in one's heart.
Calories have ruined my life,
and I will never forgive any nutrition label for that.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Climb Mt. Rainier, O male.
But lonely! lonely!
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 1:33 AM UTC
I sat in my living room watching Modern Family with my dad and my mom mom
When my mom mom turns to my dad and says,
Todd I am so proud of you for not having any homosexual children.
Now I realize this could’ve been the moment I come out.
But instead of feeling like that was my open door,
I felt like someone had just pushed me back inside the closet
And slammed it shut.
When you think of a homophobic person,
You imagine someone who is mean and extremely religious.
But my mom mom is a kind and generous woman.
Anyone can be homophobic.
I was homophobic.
Raised in a “Christian” household I grew up in a church.
My roots were in prayer and god was my sun.
I shamed gays and eventually
I shamed myself.
You always hear how people come out to their families,
but next time,
Ask them how they came out to themselves.
Because that is the hardest part.
Or at least it was for me.
I ripped up all my roots, blocked out the sun, and dug into myself
To change the parts of me I thought were law.
Things my dad had preached to my church
About gays being an abomination
And now here I am, the abomination he spoke so often of.
Once you start realizing your parents weren’t always right,
You have to start making your own judgments.
What do you believe in anymore if up to that point,
Every opinion you defended was one you took from your parents,
Passed down to you like character traits.
My dad and I are both stubborn
And we were both homophobic until
I started not just wanting to be certain pretty girls,
But I stared wanting to be on certain pretty girls.
I had to change every part of me that hated myself
And I found so much love in me that I never thought I had
And suddenly a lot of things made sense.
In a perfect world, my family would dig up their roots too.
Look to God and realize that
He is about love for everyone without the “no **** before it.
God is not homophobic.
My family is.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Ever wondered about my style?
What I admire and what I deem vile?
Well, gather around, I'll let you see
Who I am, through what else, but poetry?
My favorite flower is a cherry blossom.
As for food, bread is awesome.
I spend much of my time on Twitter.
I like birds, the ones that flutter.
My favorite author is Ms. Anne Rice.
Her book, "Memnoch" is very nice.
My favorite poet is Aleister Crowley.
As for artist, that would be Dali.
I like Reggae straight from Trenchtown.
Most of all, I like System of a Down.
Philip Wesley is my favorite composer.
If I may be so bold, Chopin, move over.
My favorite film is Sweeney Todd.
By my top director, who is slightly odd.
Johnny Depp is my favorite actor and hunk.
I'm not a fan of touchdowns and dunks.
A big interest is Nutrition and Health.
I'm against Corporations and Banks, with all their wealth.
I like Documentaries and things that make me think.
Carrot juice is one of my favorite things to drink.
My favorite painting hangs on my wall.
The artist or name, I have not a clue at all.
I like eating cherries and playing pretend.
I like talking to those I consider a friend.
I like dancing at raves, even on the stage.
I like my job, though it's minimum wage.
I'm good without gods, I bow to none.
No political party, with that, I'm done.
That about sums me up, I hope you see
My likes and interests described to a tee,
In the fashion of the rhyme scheme A and B.
Did I mention the fact that I write poetry?
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
Teaching high school kids the craft
Directing them in their school show
Teenagers singing just off key
With a band that's one beat slow
Holding rehearsals when the gym is free
Have you really sunk this low
Are you truly at your bottom
Or are you "Waiting for Godot"?
"YOU'RE ON IN FIFTEEN MINUTES...MR. WILSON"
Doing plays in local theater groups
With untrained amateurs on stage
You tell them all your stories
And you keep them on their page
It's not exactly where you started
Talent that you just can't gauge
Selling programs in the lobby
It's time you act your age
"TEN MINUTES TILL SHOWTIME MR. WILSON"
Touring shows around the country now
Second touring group, smaller towns
Doing revival shows of Sondheim
"Sweeney Todd " and "Send in the clowns"
Living out of an old suitcase
The countryside a sea of browns
Where you are at the local's mercy
And there's less ups than there are downs
"FIVE MINUTES TO SHOW TIME MR. WILSON"
You've made it, you're on Broadway
Starring roles are yours to choose
Where the highlights of last nights show
Are in today's reviews
Where a sold out run continues
And your name is in the news
You're an actor, and you're famous
The world is yours to lose
"SHOW TIME MR.. WILSON...ON STAGE PLEASE"
The kids are out there schlepping
working their way through the *****
singing songs sung by the Beatles
"All This and World War II"
You're just a pillar standing, sweating
As you see what you can do
You're still an actor, and you know it
You'll need a drink when this is through.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
“One of the truest, one of the few.
Your essence is pure, no need to subvert.
Nothing but goodness, joy and happiness exude from your core.
It may be said of many, but your smile has watts that illuminate the truth, lighting up a room as only you, Elizabeth Young, can do.
That hair so lush, like it breathes on its own, to catch but a whiff is to know that I belong.
Belong in that embrace, welcomed into your orbit, the feeling so special, so genuine, so joyous, that I’ll never forget it.
That heart, your great big heart, encompassing every room, but never wanting the spotlight to shine down on you.
Your gift as a giver, showering love with aplomb,
yet always looking out for others, mindful of those with less,
makes you a special human who always wants the best.
Your laugh like no other, a kinship have we,
sometimes those seeking silence, don’t appreciate the unique harmonies between you and me. 😂
Your essence is a gift that I will forever cherish, I am blessed to call you my friend, to love you is an honor.
You’re the other half of my sunshine and that can never be taken away.
Your radiance is immortal, your legacy unmatched,
Yesterday, today and forever you will always shine bright and show me the way.”
Todd Carter
7/29/2022
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 11:59 AM UTC
we took the long way
to Hadley and MacFadden, goin' about twenty-five in twenty-six ways...
twelve sheets to the wind at a cosmic chili banquet. we wove through the tambourines and headlights -
cruising through the pinch in the grid, on the Eastside. where Margret hustles feathers from very still pigeons, and Mosley, that little runt Mosley conquered Connie Haskel's Willow Tree in the backyard.
we were coming up on something special in our Hometown
but we were low on gas, and had just bought Beer.
this scenario was on repeat. night after night in the sultry debauch of a languid stroll in a couch rocket.
glaring at the skirts on Perkins and 5th, that eat seaweed and cough drops.
they're so hot you just wanna drive a better car.
we used to park -
at Todd's Mom's and walk to the Slaughtered Hog and order a rack O' ribs and drink moonshine, smokin' that **** and sitting next to ****** jockeys in jogging suits and headbands that say " i sweat profusely, when I want too. "
And Carmen What'sHerName? used to get our table 'cause i figured out the location of her section.
she would smile and bring pecan pie
and flash those eyes that said " i'm off in an hour " . we sang to Muzak - and
left our To-Go Boxes at the table; stumbling through the lot
fumbling for the keys to the TARDIS.
and thinking about Carmen.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
My buddy Todd set us up.
Her name, I knew her name:
Isabel Fienne.
I met her outside of Byron's,
drinking a 40 out of a brown bag.
She wore black, black spaghetti strap,
black Memphis skirt, black stockings.
I told her I liked the color of her eyes.
She said her dad just died.
And asked me, "What was your name again?"
I asked her, "How about a little of that drink?"
We spent the night throwing rocks at passing cars,
dodging police, and talking about how
we liked the anonymity of night.
We woke up in an alley.
I whispered the word stockings.
She bit my lip.
We get married the first of June.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
I want to write you a poem concerning how I feel.
It has to come across as meaningful and real.
So I wrote a little bit about my gratitude for plumbing.
Praising pipes and faucets just sets my fingers strumming.
Then I thought this wasn't good and to this make amends.
So I started out on lust, counting down my favorite sins.
What am I? A charlitain? A purveyor of filth and ****
Someone who speaks of things he wants to stick up in your ****
No my dear tis not the case at least not this time around.
I'd rather set your mind to ease not run your ship aground.
So let's start by whispering something soft meant to ease.
You can use my sleeve to wipe your nose should you ever sneeze.
Wasn't that not good enough? A little gross for your taste?
Let try to redeem myself I promise I'll make haste.
She approaches draped in honey surrounded by an amber glow.
Knowing things I can assure, you may not want to know.
Like the sun was to Icarus it is her smile that melts my heart.
Without her works to inspire I wouldn't know where to start.
So it's her you have to blame if it's this line you do not like.
I gotta warn ya, if she likes, I'll put your head upon a spike.
Lips like fire smoldering under eyes an emerald green.
Yes I know I got it wrong Todd my eyes aren't so keen.
I'd like to say in closing a great many things.
To spout a song so beautiful like the first few days of spring.
But alas I'll fail you and end this ridiculousness.
By saying I adore you and I need to take a ****
So tis here I leave you but never for much too long.
I'll cross your mind again one day when you hear my favorite song.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
"It's ****** depressing, when you think about it."
I looked up from my cigarette, which I had been admiring soberly in the dark moonlight.
"When you think about what?"
"When the person you're talking to is more interested in their stinkin' cigarette than your "spilling of the heart.""
"I apologize, sincerely. How may I make it up to you?"
My partner sighed.
"I don't know Nolan, tell me one of your horrible stories that always make me feel better."
I thought for a few minutes before I stumbled upon an ill fated November morning in my thoughts.
"Well Tyler, this one time I was fishing with my dad and his friend, Todd, on Todd's boat. We were out on this God **** chilling lake at 6 in the morning and I had fallen asleep. Todd's boat was small and only had two seats, the driver and the passenger. So, being the youngest on the boat I had to sit on an ice chest by the motor. It reeked of oil and nasty stuff yet I somehow managed to fall asleep. When I woke up, my dad was yelling, telling me to stay awake. I figured, seeing how I was on a boat, I might as well fish. I picked up a pole and cast it out of the end of the boat. On my first ill fated cast I got tangled with Todd's line. So, we reeled in and untangled them. On the next cast the same thing happened, only I dangled with my dad's line. They told me it might be better if I stopped casting out so I returned to my ice chest throne and almost instantly fell asleep. I woke up to my dad yelling at me again. We were at shore and they were telling me to get off and sit on shore until they were done. So, I went on shore and fell asleep almost, again, instantly. I woke up via my own devices and I started throwing rocks into the water, trying to make them skip. I watched my dad and Todd fish from their tiny little boat. They were right out in the middle and a leak had sprung. They started coming back to shore but, as if on quee, the motor died. Long story short, the boat sunk. My dad and Todd were fine. Todd wasn't even that made because his boat was a God **** floating stick, basically. I just find it funny that my ableness to fall asleep and my patrons impatience caused me to be warm and dry while they ended up wet and pissy."
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 1:01 AM UTC
It was also
TARDIS blue
Dark Knight black
Balloons
Flying houses
Hugs
Falling asleep holding hands
Staring at your lips
Staring at my lips
Sweeney Todd slicing necks
Singing, singing, singing
Coldplay
Ed Ed Ed
(writing with Taylor was the worst move he ever made)
Opinion
Laughter
You're wrong
You're wrong
I'm sorry
You're not sorry
You're never sorry
I love you
Please don't
I won't
Doctor Who?
Doctor Who.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
To return from Hell to Earth,
I sold my soul
In exchange for a curse.
I believed it was worth,
Seeing and embracing you again,
Not realizing I was
Further embracing sin.
I'd **** anyone to protect your life,
But you can't recognize me behind,
This red cloaked darkness,
And these horrific green eyes.
I'm better off winning you over
In secret, with a familiar
And lovable disguise.
I'm not who I once was,
Yet I am that man.
I lurk the rat infested hallways,
Praised by the socially ******
At odds with both Heaven and Hell,
God and the Devil,
And forbidden to return home
And live my former life with you....
Rather, forbidden to
Live a new life with you,
One without suffering and bloodshed.
5/10/14
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
Where is Ken?
He's such a doll!
He and Todd are dancing with Skipper
grinding to "Milkshake"
Another round
for the ladies
sitting by themselves
in the corner
Thanks for the drink, sucker!
you can go away now
We're here for the free *****
on Ladie's Night
All men want
is to get laid
another round
of Rumple Minze!
We have mates
they are on the dance floor
grinding on Skipper
She's such a *****
All men want
is to get laid
another round
of Rumple Minze!
We love our men
like they love
their *****
"straight and to the point!"
Hey Ladies
I am genuinely nice guy
highly educated
a few pounds overweight
FU** off loser!
***
How dare he talk to us
Yuk!
We have mates
they are in the parking lot
grinding on Skipper
She's such a *****
All men want
is to get laid
another round
of Rumple Minze!
Where the hell did they go?
They left the club
with Skipper
She's such a *****
Don't worry Midge
i'lll drvesed us hoooomee
b
u tttttttt
f ir
s
t
another round
of Rumple Minze!
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Hamburger Hell
Beefsteak Charlie says to Porky the Pig
I can see the party lights
someone's throwin' a bash and it sure looks big
down at the slaughter house tonight
say lets get together and hit the buffet
you might as well stuff yourself
they'll only throw it away
Old Colonel Sanders says to Elsie the Cow
golly baby you're the one
two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce,
pickel, cheese, onions on a sesame seed bun
say we just got time for a roll in the hay
might as well stuff yourself
they're here to take you away
I know where you're going, I can tell
don't go looking for me
down in Hamburger Hell
don't misunderstand me I wish you well
don't go looking for me
down in Hamburger Hell
lyrics by Todd Rundgren
Gomer LePoet...
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
In my life i have learned to accept the fact that i will never find happiness , i've learned to accept that all always be alone , an i will never have a childhood friend or even a true friend , i accept that i will never trust anyone an always feel out of place , i accept that my innocents was taken from me from the start an in my 21 years of being here i was just filled with false hope which turned into a heart filled of doubt. i accept that my childhood dreams where just makebelive ,an that my mother really should have aborted me ...because all i became was MY MOTHER'S DISASTER ...........
WRITTEN BY :
Ashleigh Renee Todd.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 12:29 AM UTC
*We may have forgotten
Some memories,
But we cannot
Unlove.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
The crystal face is missing from this witness to the deed.
It doesn’t have its’ seconds hand, there is no longer need.
The date displays “11”. That it always will
to remind us of the day on in which fanaticism killed.
I look upon Todd Beamer’s watch and experience a chill,
realizing that while Time truly flies, it also can stand still.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
I miss
your beautiful smile
it's been gone for quite a while
I miss
the special look
you have just for me
wither we're hanging with friends
or picnicking under the old oak tree
I miss
your loving touch
your loving touch
I crave so much
I miss
our long talks in bed
now I wonder
what goes on in your head
I miss
our family walks in the hills
Spotting
kangaroos
wild flowers and
red tailed cockatoos
I miss
watching you play
with the band
up on stage
To me you looked
OOH so grand
I miss
you playing your guitar
Sometimes I'd sit
and watch you from a far
I really wish
I could turn back time
and have the old Todd back
who was once mine
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
You left, leaving only me and my shadow.
I sit here and cry, because you'r gone.
I don't blame you for what you did. Just how?
How could you leave me with no 'So long'?
I love you more with each breath.
Everything gives me a constant sting knowing your gone.
It hurts to sleep with this whole in my chest.
It hurts to breathe knowing you wont be home.
It makes me happy your no longer in agony.
But you should know I love you, eternally.
I noticed how beautiful the sky was today, then I realized its because your up there. </3
Rest in peace my love.
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 1:49 PM UTC
Drip, drip, drip.
The dripping of distain
Like the rain on the window
And Sweeney Todd's barber blade.
Do you hear the owl calling?
He always asks a question.
Who is there? Who is listening?
Do you dare to mention?
The crunching of the leaves
Under your boots in the night.
Your pace begins to quicken,
Yet you refuse to show your fright.
Crunch, crunch, crunch
The crushing of branches.
Is someone there? Are they listening?
Are they planning their advances?
Why is it in the dark
People's minds begin to wander?
When they are cold and alone,
They can't help but ponder.
The darkness hold secrets,
Mysterious and unknown.
One can't help but fear the night
Even if they are fully grown.
Traveling in a city
Or journeying in a wood,
Fear ignites in the lonely man's heart.
Something bad happening could.
But don't worry, my pretty.
Don't fret, my little pet.
I know the quickest way to safety
If you only heed my threat.
Don't trust the stranger.
Don't trust the creep.
Don't trust the beggar man.
He'll **** you in your sleep.
Listen to the rich man.
Listen to the able.
Listen to the nice man.
Listen to the stable.
But do be careful,
Looks aren't always what they seem.
Because you see, my young friend,
I love to hear them scream.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC