"vics" poems
She can't let them know
The pain she has been through
So she puts on a show
'Bout the places she's been too
With a Halls cough drop
Fresh in her mouth
And a connection with a cop
Somewhere in the south
Living the ways
Of the street savvy hipster
And the scent that always stays
A cold Vics smell, always bitter
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
form doesn't hafta **** content
but it often does
with modes of operation done to death
all of us
are its vics
so i rise up and **** it back
w slant rhymes that tickle the oblique
consonance that creeps
and an assonance that grabs
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
To the victims of the 9/11 attacks
I apologize as a Muslim and a human being
For what those ******** did to you
If I had the choice I would die protecting
You
As for the ********
Who ******* up everything
Might I suggest
An apology to vics, muslims
And to Allah and Mohammed
(Pbuh)
For acts of sheer insanity
And murderous rage
لضحايا هجمات الحادي عشر من سبتمبر
أعتذر كمسلم وإنسان
على ما فعله هؤلاء المتسكعون لك
إذا كان لدي الخيار فسوف أموت وأنا أحمي
أنت
أما المتسكعون
من أفسد كل شيء
قد أقترح
اعتذار لفيكس المسلمين
وإلى الله ومحمد
(صلى الله عليه وآله وسلم)
لأفعال الجنون المطلق
والغضب القاتل
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
From' Twopence to Cross the Mersey' we became friends
Finding in each other's soul a companion
And so we trudged, together, pushing the unwieldy pram
Along the streets of Liverpool where the river swam.
Structure, meaning, characterisation, the book had its plan
But we loved dear Helen, little waif from another span.
The waters had their beauty that we could see,
Finding yet another moment to share a read.
Love Mum ***
Thank you dear Vics for all the good times we had.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC