"tweek" poems
Hello martin, how's the back?
Lie down here, left side, crack!
Relax the shoulders now, don't hunch
On your tummy then, and ... crunch
Breathe out, breathe in, and let it go
Click clack twang, you should feel better so
Turn around, just one more tweek
To keep you going, not perfection's what we seek
Full movement in your neck you lack
I see the problem, one more snap
My eyes they water through my smile
That's me sorted for a while
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 2:39 PM UTC
There are some mornings
When I look at you asleep
And know,
In fact,
That you are not,
But thinking through
Those steps and plans
That occupy your resting state
Before you have to face the day,
Propelling into action
All and more there is to do,
All and more that must be done.
Do know I so admire the tenacity
You hold, the way you navigate
The shoals of life’s narrow seaway
Through salty straights and tidal floes,
Your own pilot
Keeping faith
with the hand-drawn chart
of the diary on the notice board.
Dearest, I am lost at sea,
My small boat sail-less,
Drifting, turning this way and that.
As you rose from our bed
That hand you placed
On my shoulder seemed
For the briefest moment
A tweek on the rudder.
Brought into the wind
And before the canvas fills,
There was a moment’s calm
A second’s rest.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
"Green eggs and Ham" my favorite rhyme
it corners a simple point in time
when all was good and hearts held droll
when the words had meaning and the writers soul
I cheer them on these writers wrongs
the wolf the pigs and dinah's ****
I sail close to words with heart
whether prose or rhyme its the greats I chart
simple are the words they speak
a letter a symbol... not much to tweek
Yes, it corners just that point in time
when being good was not a crime
when genuine banter then cooled the hearts
along side of the pie and the apple tarts
So what likes do our children have of rhyme?
is it zombies, death, blood and crime
I sob now for new writers wrongs
they write not of the bluebirds songs
I cerish this rhyme "Green eggs and Ham"
now should we write for our children?
would they give a ****
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
While you we're out chasing those **** dragons I was forced to take on the world all alone.
So many times I have heard " just this last time" in that same "I hope she buys it" tone.
All your time is spent running after that next high and all the while your life just passes by.
That methodical monster's grasp is so tight you don't even realize who you hurt when you speak that same old lie.
I'm standing right in front of you begging for you to see me , love me but your thoughts are on only one desire.
You plot and plan, scheme and swindle your way into that next long pull off my replacement, I remember when I used to take you higher.
While you were out for number one, thinking your life needs is a lil tweek and how you could get it done.
You missed it when I said goodbye, as I walked away closing that door behind me all I could think was RUN
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
He jumped up running at three am
Screaming, tweeting, farting on his golden throne
It's like the Wicked Witch with Auntie Em
"I'll Auntie America you and you'll all be alone!"
Wa wa here and a wa wa there, long before he's through
The Insanity's plain, pure as gold, sickeningly sweet, then lemoningly so
Looking for EO's that will allow him to come after you
The little ideas that masks his own predicament have given him a glowing blow
Pity comes to mind
As I watch him tweek his behind
His magic found to be smoke and mirrors
As even his own
Watch what horrors befell what he has sown
Realizing he's only been using their fears
Oh America stand tall
Give us your all
It's been so long since we've had to really go there
But maybe it's about time
To put our hearts in rhyme
And only do whatever is
Fair!
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC