"trish" poems
Yes its big yosef a true heavy weight makin' earthquakes through all states watch for the snakes
In the grass never front for the cash who wanna clash?
With a mighty Titan I'm on a God status love hoes with the **** size of Trish stratus
Now tell me who's the baddest
ya on a one way trip with Gladys Knight
On a Midnight train to Georgia no one heard of ya
Ya flows is wack your skull will get crack fuckin' with the mack
I make a love connection from my smif and wesson learned ya lesson no plexin'
On my team one man supreme like a lion i be the king makin' suckas sing
Lullabies I feel ya soul cry reaching for the sky
Ain't no ******* allowed puff a cloud til the city unda a smoke shroud
Fools Talk loud but die silent known to be be violent
If provoked by a fake loc my pistol loves to smoke it stays high
Leavin' holy bodies to fry
Who could outwrite this? my style will diss rhymes deeper than an abyss make ya ****
Out ya own blood as ya face down in the mud with no crud
Touchin' my eyes sleep with one eye
Open scopin' and hopin' got more scams than Ken Copeland I'm still floatin'
On cloud nine almost to ten sippin' gin never see me grin my lyrics touchin'
Every last one of you wack rappers so come again.....
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Tell me what you see when you look at me.
My eyes? My pert, soft buttocks? My beer belly?
Do you even see anything at all?
Maybe, you don't even register me. Maybe, I just walk past you and you walk past me and we both just ignore each other.
There is no special recognition, not a hint of longing or regret.
Just a casual, accidental bump because you were on the phone talking to some random ***** named Trish.
Or, maybe, just maybe, what you see, sets your libido on fire.
You can't bear to look at me because it's like looking at the sun;
You think that if you stare too long, your eyes will burn and you'll go blind.
You're afraid that one more fevered look in my direction will be the last one it takes to make you jump on me with such lust as to make Casanova weep. I dunno,
Maybe it's not as bad as that.
Maybe what you see makes you remember those long weekends spent by the lakeside, reading poetry and discovering what it means to love yourself again.
Maybe you just take a quick peek to get you through the day even though your heart wants to stare forever.
Hell, it might even be the genuine article:
That be all and end all,
The one true form,
That greatest thing:
Love at first sight.
Or, y'know, maybe you were just looking at that hobo behind me, vomiting into a bin.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
I don't know how anyone would feel about this.
I bet they would stop reading me if I do this.
But this is one of the things that I really love.
And I'd be able to write about it for hours.
So if you are a wrestling fan, then keep reading.
If you're not, the you might wanna stop.
Alright, if you are still reading this, thank you.
Now I can get started and tell you what I know.
I know what a bunch of the moves are called.
And I can tell you who my favorite wrestlers are.
I can even tell you what my favorite storylines are.
I have a variety of wrestlers that I like to watch.
There are some that I don't, but I like the music.
You know, the music they use when they come out.
Anyway, the wrestlers that I like to watch are:
Jeff Hardy, Shawn Michaels, Triple H, John Cena,
The Bella Twins, Kelly Kelly, Mickey James, AJ Lee,
The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Santino Marella,
Trish Stratus, and Brie Bella (on her own).
I love these wrestlers for a lot of reasons.
And if you want, I'll make a separate thing for each.
Just like this if you want me to, and I will.
Anyway, the wrestlers that I like the music to are:
Randy Orton, Edge, RVD, Christian, Eve Torres,
Brie Bella, Trish Stratus, The Rock, Jeff Hardy,
Kelly Kelly, Shawn Michaels, and Mickie James.
Alright. the names are practically the same.
But that's because the music is very catchy.
My favorite storylines are the following:
Shawn Michaels and JBL (late 08 - early 09)
Brie and Nikki Bella (Happening right now)
Jeff and Matt Hardy (2009)
Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho (2008)
Triple H and Randy Orton (Mid 2009)
The Rock and CM Punk (2012)
Jeff Hardy and CM Punk (2010)
And I'm sure that there are more.
I just can't recall them at the moment.
But I think that this will do for now.
I hope you liked this.
Please give it a like you want me to get
into more detail about the wrestlers.
And if you want me to get into more
detail about the storylines.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
There’s a dragon lying coiled
At the base of my brain
In a dank dark crypt
At the top of my spine.
It is a foul and feral beast
Degenerate
Self centred as a dinosaur
No iridescent shining scales
No filmy farstretching wings
No soaring spiraling flights
Over legendary landscapes
For this one.
No it just squats there
Peering out at the world
Malevolent eyes slitted
Watching
If it sniffs
The faintest whiff
Of a threat to its survival
It rushes out
Roaring
Breathing fire
Reptilian talons scything,
Slashing
If you are quick
You may see them flashing
In my eyes
Before I slam the portal
Send my protector back
To seethe silently
Keeping watch
Over me
From the dungeon
Trish Lambert
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
The steeple tree is always falling
today in the wood your hand
the flower walk and the
long east of it, the last one
Trish the bar four pints
distress bit lip call
Yes, I know it's, Yes
taffy-pink sky, orange stripe
leaning up, it stutters
hers, the place is, evenfall
& the bird-perch pole
wipe the hair slowly across
bare and my skin a garment
No, it's ok, I'm ok
a tightness gathering
"heaven blotted region."
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
Their name is not Trish,
they are not blonde but gray,
not from age, but the contents,
they do not elevate, or leap from
the third rope of a wrestling ring,
but they drop on you a million
drops of rain, from low levels,
drops that find their way into
the lowest part of your shoes,
and not into your heart,
the drops tap dance across
your umbrella until the clouds
lift and go away by tricking
the wind to carry them away,
to dampen spirits of others, to their dismay
unless they are human sponges. ( Important but rarely seen part of the
water cycle)
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
I'd call you both my North Stars,
but then Trish would point out
there's only one,
and Chaney would argue
that if that's the case,
it would have to be her
and I would pull up images
of night skies in Calcutta
and Jo-burg and Rome
to prove that different views
show different stars,
so you two could agree I'm wrong,
something we all know I'll never admit.
So I'll squeeze your hands
and keep quiet,
looking up towards the sky
for guidance and light,
a constant reminder
of how to find home.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
At the tender age of sixteen,
My darling was taken away,
To heaven or hell,
No one knows…
Her life a gamble,
And her death so,
Inconsiderate,
She just had to go…
What do I do now,
At the tender age of sixteen?
Without her caring presence,
And uplifting grace?
Perhaps a drink,
Maybe a smoke,
While she still yet,
Watches me.
Ruin my life in her name,
To see if we become even,
In pain and equity,
It hurts to be…
Without my darling,
Trish, the meek.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
Crystals in my eyes
Trish a woman I only met once
you moved me twice
one in life
two in death
how has it come to this
from a woman
I hardly knew
you moved me so
for now I have crytals in my eyes
thank you for all your love
and thank you for touching me so
with love
P@ul.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
TRISH
Shiny beautiful glitter prophet
Poetry is my life , life is my poetry
Lover of Glitter & monkeys
Who fears Being broken
Who needs God
Who gives Everything
Who would like to see The world with the one I love
Believes in everything happens for a reason
Rogerson
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
Held up a rose
pointed a pistol
at her furled head
curled head
said your honey
or your wife
she just blooming
laughed
I shot her petals
to smithereens
that’ll learn ’er
a rose like any
other dame
is just a
***** in disguise
Trish Lambert
A throw together.
2012,
After being given the first line.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:55 AM UTC
Amy
Brian
Cynthia
Denise
Errol
Frank
Gigi
Hector
Izzy
Jazzy
Kara
Leo
Matt
Nick
Oscar
Patricia
Quintanilla
Richard
Summer
Trish
U(no one)
Veronica
Williams
X(no one)
Y(no one)
Z(no one)
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
I met you in the foyer holding a dish. Your torn screen door propped open with anguish, you took me for a ****** I didn’t know the meaning of the word. You chopped right through me with ocular swords, left my mind shedding, exotic snakes and cheap down bedding; and I fell for it. You Said, melodic, “Hi, I’m Trish,” then forfeit your tell, which I’d come to know so well, pursed lips, a squint in your left eye and then a terrible, shaking sigh. That wasn’t your name, though I never asked why, of all the lies, that’s the one you chose to try.
You heaved the child off your back and stood there eyes wild still; pressed your lips against the window sill and caught the breeze in between your cheeks, while I was checking out the pair underneath, (your scrawny physique) those sweaty lumbar rungs, like Jacob’s ladder sprung from some mystic place. Your skin clung tight to your face as if afraid to stray, even half an inch my way. “Well, maybe another time,” was really all I could muster to say. Though you begged me to stay, it was this or the alleyway. I complied, without even questioning why. Then you led me in, on through to your pig sty, without so much as a grin. You put the little one to bed. He’d sleep sound you said, as my chest began to pound. Then your hands on my belt, and all the guilt felt began to slide, adrift on some illusory tide, dealt with by and by, by some other far off “I.”
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Where does the smoke go
when it’s done drifting ?
Where does the music go
when it’s been played ?
Where does the wind go
when the storm quietens ?
Where does the scent go
when petals fade?
Where does the taste go
when food is swallowed ?
Where does the peal go
when bells have been rung ?
Where does the moonlight go
when the sun rises ?
Where does the song go
when it’s been sung?
Where does the rainbow go
when you stop staring ?
Where does the morning star go
when it’s night ?
Where does the colour go
when the night’s fallen ?
Where does the darkness go
when the sky’s bright?
Where does the lust go
when it’s been sated?
Where does the youth go
when folk grow old?
Where does the wave go
when ocean levels ?
Where does the story go
when it’s been told?
Where does the memory go
when it’s forgotten?
Where does the prayer go
when it’s been said?
Where does the love go
when it’s rejected?
Where does the spirit go
when it’s not fed?
Where does the thirst go
when it’s been quench-ed ?
Where does the silence go
when the talk starts?
Where does the footprint go
when wind’s passed over?
Where does the life go
when soul departs?
Where does the truth go
when lies are accepted ?
Where does the vow go
when marriage is dead?
Where does the thought go
when it’s not written ?
Where does the poem go
when it’s not read ?
Trish Lambert
2010
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 5:03 AM UTC
I took you at a glance that day
And met you with a kindly nod
Although you a strictly tried
to hide your evil,
I unraveled your facade
You think you can deceive us
"Simple folk" with your bodacious ***
But babe, I know of your decrepid soul
I promise this on God
You strut yourself around this world
Up on your pedestal
You harbor your self righteousness
And think you're "oh so cool"
You think the world should worship you
And see you as if you're a dazzling jewel
But I hate to burst your bubble gal
Cause you're one conceded fool!
Don't try and dance around the truth
And lie your way to goddess status
Cause after all is said and done
You're definitely no Trish Stratus
Your well thought out ruse just
Stands no chance when your heart is filled with malice
Girl, you're a mortal just like us -
You weren't delivered in a palace
So come back down to planet earth
And relieve us of this madness!
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
I met my lad at a pub
Drinking a pint of brew
We fell madly in love
Before I really knew
However I had an issue
Tears and tissue
He had a tattoo of a dame
His ex- wife’s name
On his upper arm
She was a dish
TRISH
Outwitting an unwilling
participate is a hard thing to do
Especially when
the other person doesn't have a clue
The humiliation
My cause for alarm
We needed to find a solution
Before there was further harm
I sweetly batted my eyes and suggested
He add a line under the letter T I protested
changing the name from
TRISH to IRISH
HELL NO he replied I'm not Irish
I held my temper at all cost
I began to think the situation was lost
although my blood began to boil
We needed to find our way through this toil
I stood my ground
I smiled speaking in the sweetest voice my heart
leaving him no choice but accept my wish
WELL DARLING I'm not TRISH
He wondered how
he would feel making love to me
If I had another man's name from him to see
His compassion saved the day
Understanding how I could feel this way
My darling love to drink a beer
To celebrate St Patrick's Day cheer
To remember the sacrifice he made to get here
Few know the story behind the tattoo loved dear
Word to the wise
Think twice
about getting a tattoo
a loved one may despise
A tattoo is like going
under the knife
Your choice lasts a lifetime
Happy wife happy life
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 5:53 AM UTC
Do you still need me the way I need you
I'm still thinking bout how I let you go
And I know
I'm doing this cause I no longer deserve
The love and care I myself
Didn't show
Do you still think any good of me
When you stare into darkness
Before you sleep
The way I drown in sorrow
Even when I try to be stronger
It finds a way in, seeps
I can no longer feel the weight
Of the world
I'm trying to let go of
But I let go slow
I want to smile at the thought
That you're better, even if
It's without me
I want you to be happy
Even without me
It renders me hurt
To realise that I have been
So blind
Out of my right mind
That I have made you see me as
The opposite of happiness
It's only been a few days since we've
Said goodbye, without anger
We even said we still loved each other
And I know when we're able to do that,
That you're serious, you're leaving my side
I'm saddened
I cry every single time
A song comes on that we used to sing to
I can't game because I'd always lane with you
I'm left here
I'm glad you're doing better
I want to genuinely be happy that leaving me
Was a good decision
I'm glad you're gaining weight
I'm glad that you're meeting new people
I'm glad that though I am torn up, serrated inside
Watching my friends kissing their brides
Flooding the floor with eyes that don't dry
Wanting desperately to be able to try
Through all that
I am learning to love you from here
I'm glad I was lucky enough to receive love
From someone as special as you are
To me
I'm glad I was reminded of what it felt like
To be cared for even when I was ****
That says something about what I meant to her
Through all this
I am happy and
I am sorry
And sooner or later I will be able to accept
That I was no good for you
Please be happy, Trish. I miss and love you.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
THE MIND FIELD OF MY PAST
KIM
DONNA
LIZ
RISSA
WENDY
KIM AGIAN
NANCY
WENDY AGAIN
MARY
CHRISSY
FOR GOT HER NAME
WENDY AGAIN
LORI
CINDY
SUSAN
NO NOT YOU
TRISH
WENDY AGAIN
1
2
3
4
WENDY AGAIN
NOW HOW MANY MORE?
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
I once dated a girl named Jane
Man, how she drove me insane
I once dated a girl named Daisy
Man, how she drove me crazy
I once dated a girl named Lexy
Man, she was nothing but ****
I once dated a girl named Dove
Man, she was one I could love
I once dated a girl named Susie
Man, she use to try and use me
I once dated a girl named Trish
Man, she was so full of ****
I once dated a girl named Cat
Man, she actually got to fat
I once dated a girl named Wendy
Man, she always gave me plenty
The girls we come by in life
That want to be a wife
The girls we come by in life
That just want to play house
The girls we come by in life
That no nothing about life
The girls we come by in Life
That think life is a game
The girls that we come by in life
That we can actually love
So we sift through the girls
To find our one true love
Is it actually possible that serendipity exist
Is there that one person that is perfect for you
Can one love, actually last a life time
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
I met my love in a pub
Drinking a pint of brew
He swept me off my feet
We fell in love before we knew
Romance so sweet
However I had a major problem an issue
He had a tattoo of his exwife's name
On his upper arm
TRISH
I was not happy about this
Out witting an unwilling participant
is not a piece of cake
We both are head strong people
a miracle it would take
The humiliation was my cause of alarm
We needed to find an immediate solution
To cease further harm
We were at odd on opposite sides of a revolution
My darling man of reason Wanted to clear the air
He wanted to be fair
He Wondered how he would feel if his wife had
Another mans name for every season
With a wink and a smile I sweetly suggested
he put a line under the letter T
He said HELL NO I'm not Irish
Quickly the conversation regressed
I held my temper But stood my ground
I smiled spoke in my sweetest voice
The patience I found
Leaving him little to no choice
Well dear I'm not TRISH
Resolution my only wish
The day is done
A clever girl has won
Sublime heart and mind
Contentment For all of time I would find
Was it such a large price to pay?
What would you do or you say?
To resolve this situation in an amicable way
35 years of marital bliss
Came down to this
A simple line I drew
in the preverbal sand
An't love grand
My darling Lad drinks a pint of brew
to celebrate St Patrick's Day
To pass the time away of the change of his Tattoo
This story not many knew
Happy wife happy life
A Tattoo is forever think twice
Your decision is for life
Now my Irish pappy
Not Irish happy
Wears his arm on his sleeve
A learned lesson to believe
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
I'll cut you up.
Hide you in the walls of your own bedroom.
Wear you skin as my own.
Pretend i am you.
Your friends will like you more than they used to.
Your boyfriend appreciates the attention.
And i'll make him *** harder than you ever could.
He'll say you've changed but in a good way.
And you'll watch him fall in love with you all over again.
But that's because i'm a better companion and friend.
Your mom and dad and brother will also notice the difference but they too will approve.
They'll like the manners and respect you give them.
And that i brought your grades up too.
Everyone likes the new you.
Your bestie, trish, will actually tell you her secrets now because she can trust me to keep them.
And i let her read your diary, of course i had made a few entries of my own.
Y'all are closer than ever!
Not just walls can see that everyone is finally happy.
Even when i tell them its really been me.
They'll keep what happened to you a secret.
And they'll even give me all your old things.
Including the car you got for your sweet sixteen.
In exchange as long as i stay.
I told you they'd like me better anyway.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC