"vince" poems
I like giraffes.
It's funny when they drink.
I don't care for orange.
I don't know why.
It doesn't excite me.
I don't expect it to excite me.
Rainbows are okay.
They're pretty cool.
When I see one,
I always say
Hey! There's a rainbow.
I like pillows.
They're comfy.
My pillow is the comfiest.
Zebras are melancholy.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
“Disaster Dan” skids into the Center's
Game Room
War Room
Control Room
Fueled by a red T-shirt
proclaiming “Vince the Pizza Prince”
He flips out his cellular...
“IT ISN'T UP TO ME!"
(Where does he get all those broken remotes?)
...flips open his cell
and shouts commands
“TURN THE POWER ON!"
“YA HEARD ME!" (He is totally in control)
“Fsssss Fssssss Fsssssss
THE PIPES ARE ABOUT TO BLOW!”
Drives his cruiser around the pool table
Pulls alongside
Fixes me point-blank and cockeyed
“GET THESE KIDS OUTA THE BUILDING!
THERE'S A BOMB ABOUT TA GO OFF!”
An eight-year-old spins iz finger round iz ear
and points a giggle
Dan--
the kind of guy whose life peaked
at Mount Saint Helen
Does a warlock for Halloween
Carries a portable showcase of horror
prized possessions in a dishpan
He explains his treasures
“That is NOT
a plastic scorpion!”
Offended by my ignorance
shoves it in my eyes
“THIS IS A PREDATOR ALIEN, STUPID!"
“CALIFORNIA WILL NOT COME BACK!"
Dan sorta likes me
We talk horror flicks
He forbids the serious of me
"CALIFORNIA WILL FALL OFF INTO THE OCEAN!”
he hisses in a spray of spit
Walks way, laughing, delighted!
Shaking iz head
Then back in my face again (for emphasis)
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
(He is dead serious)
"THE GUY THAT CAUSED THAT HURRICANE
WAS PAUL MCCARTNEY!"
His counselor fills in my blank
“Dan likes the Beatles
That's the only thing he likes
that isn't heinous”
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
*snow on the leaves
and
leaves on the snow
frost on the moon
o'er
a red and green glow
the evening is silent
whilst
I trim up the tree
a warm fuzzy fire
and
Vince Guaraldi
hot cocoa in hand
I
look out through the glass
and softly reflect
on
Christmastimes past
this is my happiness tonight*
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
weaving these paths with a lost sense of compass
insouciant stroll when leaves crunch under toe
earth and dirt, green smell
the sign says no horses
and an arrow points up
the sun's fingers comb
dry wood and ask:
what is complacency?
'Lost self-sense,' J said;
eyes drooping, Hoku mind heavy
if the turtle wants to feel the spirit
then he must walk slow
ride the current from
Indonesia to Ngulu
Jamming in the name of the Lord
like Robbie does
and identify renewed, redemption song
let us praise the Lord
the jungle is cleaning her feathers
she says: My favorite
I say: My pleasure
Laugh and pause--
no unheard cause
feel the light happening through you
and rebuild your pieces
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Written by: Vince Chul'theg, MasikaniCorcodile and CrackPipeKenny (SpiderManJump)
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
“The vision must be followed by the venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps - we must step up the stairs.”
-Vince Havner
Anytime you
hear a finger
tapping on the glass,
**** their firstborn.
Anytime the
man is cramp-
ing your style,
**** yourself.
Anytime you
wake up dead,
**** the lights
and roll over.
Anytime you
leave the people
you love, **** or
be killer.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
Vince ate a green quince
which made his tummy wince
a wincing tummy
was most disagreeable
for poor Vince
green quinces
Vince shall be leaving alone
as they cause his delicate tummy
to moan and groan
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
AC/DC
Black Sabbath
Cranberries
Disturbed
Eisbrecher
Falconer
Godsmack
Hatebreed
Iced Earth
Judas Priest
King Diamond
Led Zeppelin
Marilyn Manson
Nightwish
Opeth
Pantera
Queen
Rammstein
ScHoolboy Q
The Beatles
Unleash The Archers
Vince Staples
White Zombie
X Ambassadors
Yung Gravy
Zakk Wyllde
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
uh now to part two
ya know what im about to do
**** you crew then to ya baby boo
crazy as a Brooklyn zoo
jump up if ya want too
my 1 2 make ya body shake
more than a holy ghost
smoke the most givin a toast
death yea so i hate to boast
haters try but cant come close
makin' most im passoverdose
**** seed n liqour got me drunk indeed
ya know how i flow
gotta make money mo
so **** a ** then check tha **
in the clubs still throwin' bows
check how my caddy spinnin' on vogues
white walls about seven inches tall now why dont ya fall
way back like lebron hairline
ya i like to exquisite dines
with red wine
put that on ya mind when ya grind
i go harder slam ya like Vince Carter
fools think im dumb but my game smarter always a starter
ya rhymes be late so ya cant relate
im.old school fool king of dons know the rules
of war
if ya want it come get it
watch ya neck get slitted
and if ya boys wanna jump too
my guns mad ammos
they can get hit with it
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
it all began
when you decided
to make me fall in love with you
and it made sense, because I liked you
and you liked me back
for all the senseless wisdom I had
you made me who I was afraid of
careless, and ready to give back
all the **** care I forgot
about this world
it never felt right, but it never felt wrong
i did not realize it until
everything fell apart
in a blink of an eye
I am a stranger to you
Do you know how does that feel?
ignored, when I thought
I was something special?
something you like? and
something you want?
haven't you i figured it out?
that i fell into a bottomless pit
no one and nothing
to even catch
my sorry as for me
haven't you figured it out?
that i fell for you
and it's your fault
but you left me, saying you love me
but then i was nothing to you
but i'm glad it's done
buried in the past
blurred in vision
you hurt me, dear
but I forgive you
for all I care,
I know you won't rot in hell,
but at least in my memories
*you'll regret, that once in your miserable life
you took me for granted*
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
"Doctor Doctor, help me please!"
squealed Vince little hurtfully.
"What is it?", asked the doctor,
"Why have you come to me?"
"Dr. Lee, I think I swallowed
a little thing I remember not."
in a sheepish tone did he reply,
the only excuse he had got.
"Now now," consoled the doctor
while softly rubbing his back,
"it would help you ease out a bit,
first get rid of your anorak."
"Open your mouth, need to check
it may be removed ****** he said.
To ease the pain he thought something
"Lay your head down on the bed".
Using a flashlight he peeked into
the throat of little Vince Susie.
"It looks like some blue coloured piece.
Now you remember what it could be?"
"Actually," started Vince, "I know what
I had swallowed. It is a Lego brick."
"What?" gasped the Doctor in horror,
"Are you choking?" asked with a crick.
"No, I am serious." Vince replied
stupidly. The doctor couldn't control
his smile. "You need to **** now,
need to get that out as a whole."
"Doctor? Why you cursing me?" queried
Vince, as he thought the Doctor swore.
Doctor clarified he did not,
"Kid, other work to do, I have a lot more."
Gave him a brine solution
and a bucket to puke into
Vince drank the brine with a glug
And now he needed a tissue.
Swallowed the piece, painfully so,
but out came rushing his *****
pouring into the bucket
Lego brick shot like a comet.
"Thank you doctor, you were most
kind." said Vince thankfully so,
"But now I must be excused, as
it definitely is my time to go."
"Wait up!" stopped Dr. Lee, "Who's
gonna pay your fees, dear lad?"
"I don't think I need to pay, as
My mom says you are my dad."
-awkward silence-
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
"Yeah buddy, how've you been man?!"
"Let's forget that, want to talk about the things
we've forgotten?"
He looks at me analyzing, and perplexed by,
my intentions against the blank slate that is my face.
"Yeah! Right? Been trying hard to forget
this winter dude, the snow is killing me!"
Matt turns away, takes a slug and summons Vince over
in order to order a shot of cinnamon whiskey. I turn to
wheel of fortune and start counting letters in potential words
when I say
"I bet I've forgotten more things than you can remember"
"..."
"Excuse me?"
He turns back with fireball eyes and whiskey in his hand and
I'm startled by the voracity of his intoxication. Smiling yet totally
instigated he looks me in the eye, takes his shot and states
"are you ridiculing my memories man? You think you had it
harder than me?"
pointing at my chest
"Anyone can see how privileged you ******* are."
I shut up, turn back to wheel and practice my silence.
He drains his beer and steps out into the suffocating snow.
Beautiful snow.
I imagine stuffing great white handfuls of the wet stuff
into his face for all eternity.
Is the snow killing you now BUDDY?!
Lets talk about the weather MAN!!
Tell me all about it DUDE!
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
"Gin and tonic Vince."
"What, no shots tonight Jason?"
"It's Justin, and no."
"Well howabouta beer Justin?"
"Yeah alright."
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
give me a chance
to take you out
for one last night
in the city,
as the angels sleep on the sidewalks,
and the reptiles snore in the white house.
I'm crying alone
while your friends check their phones,
smoke their vapes,
and Brady the dog nudges my leg
with his snout,
soft as a napkin
wiping breadcrumbs off a table.
Chipotle before we write diary entries
for our children who look like your
ex-boyfriend. Tell them stories
past their curfew,
as their heads cloud with dreams,
where nothing but beauty blooms,
and sadness goes to pasture,
to be cooked on a rotisserie,
and spit out into bits.
like your flesh when it's been burnt by a lighter.
so listen up,
finish your game of FIFA,
then make me laugh,
so that I could forget about yesterday's fight.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
Scott took a slug of his beer, reached
deep into the breast pocket of his coat, and
pulled out an empty pack of marlboros.
He flipped the top and was distraught
when he saw the empty space where
his addiction should've been hiding.
As he shrugged his way into that coat,
which has warmed him for years, he thought:
*Jeez, these sleeves are ******* cold!*
He told Vince, the immortal barkeep, that he'd
return ever so briefly as he stepped out into
the weighted rains and ceaseless winds.
Making his way down the road towards the
inevitable gas station while counting his
dollars and cents, Scott is blinded to the world.
But a seventh sense strikes him suddenly
and he hears his neck creak as he looks up,
over, and across the busy street.
Wait, he thinks, *how did she get here?*
yet there she stands alone on the corner.
I'm drunk, the thoughts roar, she's no more..
Cars and trucks cut through his vision and
she is but an afterimage, her dripping hair
blowing in the unforgetting winds.
She's gone man, his mind screams to him,
but it's his eyes that deter potential lies.
He actually sees her over there, even meeting
her own eyes in an endless moment of futility.
Whispering incomprehensibly to himself
he steps towards her, onto the street.
That's when life becomes shrouded in
screeching tires and burning brakes,
and Scott forgets all about his smoke break.
That's when life becomes darkness,
and she fades away into the rain as
a bus paints the road with his brain.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
People don't hate me
as much as I like to con-
vince myself they do.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
Mach my words, that time travel aye
foresee (rather than being
at a stand still, nee frozen
analogous to cry
oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly
going backwards)
this chap doth espy
great breakthroughs,
asper similar advances this guy
i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I
learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette)
the Burmese doctoral
engineering student Kai
Sir Von Wilhelm Harris
made profound advances within
advanced combined research
laboratory of rocket surgery
and brain science set my
mouth ajar
(with rivulets of drool spilling forth)
constructing a simple
to assemble gizmo (avail able
common household materials
rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable
Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera
which accidental discovery
automatically codified feign
top secret "FAKE" news to enable
boot (simply for formality sake)
code named Clark Gable
yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy)
to con Vince sing lee
foster an inimitable
mystique, button truth
for general public to unzip noble
no red bull) knowable
handy escape to past or future
and essentially unlocked laudable
simple "household solution"
to become the latest craze
(synonymous with an ****** - manageable
minus addiction, conviction,
and excruciation viz zit operable
via needle marks of the masses
within a fortnight necessary
supplies sans quantifiable
while Das Donald Trump
could enact legislation satisfiable
knowing majority being
totally tubularly oblivious unalterable
measures permanently infringing on inalienable
rights such as life, liberty
and the pursuit of winnable pacification.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC
i had a dream, and you were kissing me. and to be quite honest, if you kissed me like that every time i fell asleep i would never want to wake up.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
i would call it
magical
but nothing
tricked my
eye
it was all expected but
came unexpectedly
drinking
black
coffee
under conversations
about craters
vast lands and
museums
explaining the
Internet wifi and
logins
to an aerospace
engineer
(we were stuck
in a snowglobe)
we’ve got to think
a million years
in advance.
~ok.
and we never
know when
Yellow Stone
will blow.
~ok.
he’s explaining
the needs
the elements
the equations
all tied
through
Einstein’s theory
of relativity
and i ask
algebra plus
chemistry equals
physics?
yes.
ok. now. you see
-he states
the fission
leaves a proton
out which
creates x y z
energy
to get to
the maximum
capacity (80-85%)
of light
speed.
(we’ll never
achieve 100%
because e=mc
squared tells
us we can’t)
~ok.
now the reason
why kids these
days must listen.
according to these
elementary calculations
we need frozen fertilized eggs.
~ok.
now listen.
the closest star
system that we
can escape to (Centauri)
is 4.37 light years
from here. and now,
at 25 years to
complete a
light year,
we’re looking at
109.25 years
to get there
(ponder). that’s more than a century.
~you see.
we have to
act now.
and
this
is why
i’m telling
you.
then i read,
the sands of
present time
are running
from under our
feet. Brion Gysin
told me, it’s
the
Great
Conundrum
(colon):
“What are we
here for (question
mark)? is all
that ever held
us here in the
first place
(statement).
F • E • A • R
the answer
to the riddle
of the Ages
has actually been
out on the street
since the first
step in space.
mike and i
staring at Pete
thinking of Vic
listening to Brion
simultaneously
(em dash)——
who runs may read
but few people
run fast enough.
again,
“What are we
here for?”
does the great
metaphysical
nut
revolve around
that?
then he explains…
“i’ll crack it for you, right
now.”
ok.
what are we
here for?
we are here
to go
(pause). and so I went.
—————–
running
as fast as
i could to
books, web pages,
the library,
my kids, Vince,
my clients, my
wife
¡we must do
something! that
no one
will ever
see
nor
know
about!
and not one
listened.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
özenti mi
dünyanın dört bir yanından kuş uçurmak
ya da
yakan top oynamak şükran günü
hindi çığlığında
clark çeksem uzaktan
öpsem vaftizli dudağını mona’nın
ne çıkar tango
yahut çiftetelli oynasam
kime ne
odun beline sarılsam şefika’nın
ben benimdir, ben’imdir şiir
ama ben değil, sanat evrenseldir
victor’un
hüzzam şarkısı sefiller
tolstoy’un
geçimsiz oğulları
savaş ve barış
hatta
da vinci’den
çekici vince kadar
yazılabilir
yazabilirim
paco de lucia’yı
yılmaz güney
leyla gencer’i
ve
phuket caddelerinde
karahindiba olduğumu
zeytin yağlı sarmaya
bar hesabı yüzünden
ayıp mı
suç mu
yazsam yırt kazım’ı
ki
yazmışlığım vardır,
mala vurmaya geldim’i
buharlı mevsimin
puslu geçitlerinde
lâkin biraz büyüdüm galiba
büyüydüm bi zaman yani
harcandım sonra
fakat, istikrar göklerde
göklerse mısraların
tarçınlı tavuk göğsü..
ve otobanda uçuşan
mavi, beyaz,
turuncu arabalar
eskitirken günü örsümde
baraquda gibi
göz kırpmayı özlüyorum
wise’ın gülen gözlerinde...
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC
Yo to keep it 100 -
If I could go back in time I wouldn't.
Let the records hold they place.
I'm done tryin to convince you both the things I been threw.
Before my jersey was in the rafters,
I was like Vince before he left the Raptors,
Bounding over boundaries like I had shox in my shoes.
You see I tried to impress the judges - I was shocked by the boo's,
My heart turned colder than Toronto cause all my exes were actors,
See I had to ditch diplomacy ; depend against my attackers,
I felt like a loan warrior and then suddenly - I grew,
My limbs stretched further than my imagination,
My torso was more so like a river basin,
but as my body grew in size , the guilt I carried did too,
Before I knew it - my shadow covered the ground like a sheet,
Amazed by the mass I had amassed - I was in disbelief I now stood more than 81 ft,
Now everything I never knew was within my reach,
But peep
The burdens that I bear be on some revenant.
I fed my guilt, it fed off me - I was JUST like Rick Moranis.
I'm Ja Morant or maybe more like Miles Morales..
I'm more and more embarrassed ..by the Aurora Borealus..... left by my shame.
I was forced to swallows my pride - **** be ****** up my larynx,
But I'm boarding up my barracks,
And I'm suggesting you to do the same,
I'm running gags like lil homie from home alone,
I been on DND ever since karma called my home,
Mfs want my jazz but not my blues - I'm more like Karl Malone,
I tried to blame the refs for my fugue state,
when it was me that here .. in the first place.
The victim was the culprit.
Over me it loomed -
dropped an anvil of anguish like they do in ****** tunes,
I'm hangin on by a thread not even lilo could stitch me,
Had to walk it like I talk it - fate tied the shoes on my tongue,
My skin singed by the sharp pain of the 1000 looks,
My skull crushed under the weight of 1000 books,
I had to eat my words, I couldn't stomach it,
My indigestion was incomprehensible,
My miscomprehension of of my tendons was indefensible,
The guilt of feelin like a ship with no direction.
That gut feelin to cut feelins cause **** get deep like a Cesarean Section..
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC
I was asked why I write poetry.
So here are the facts,
and just to recap this sometimes called rap.
This is poetry.
It is in everything we do.
Poetry is your family stress,
your pregnancy test,
and your house cleaning mess;
and poetry is me
because it is in me too.
This is the sense that blind Vince sees in.
It is the movie young Julie wants to be in.
It’s the last minute Jack and Coke for alcoholic Jack
and the last free **** for a broke bloke to smoke.
Poetry is how a grieving widow copes.
Also a good joke told really well
because poetry is a heavenly punch line
and a one-way ticket to find hell.
It is the way the leaves pile up on the ground.
Every intricate intertwining of
never mind me, step on down broken brown.
Poetry is the “how are you this morning”
(a stranger wrote that line)
It is the "how-to-book" to have when times look boring and
“Poetry is the loud fan that sounds out over the snoring”
(an ex-girlfriend wrote that line)
It’s the epitome of a perfect day.
The rock and hard place when things don’t go your way.
It is the time spent learning miracles at public schools
and I learned that “Poetry is all around. Class... Isn’t that cool?”
(my ex-teacher wrote that line)
But if it is all around then why have I found
the need to constantly write it down?
Why do I find that when times get thick
I find writing a really good poem does the trick?
Who can tell me why it is
when a girl falls for that guy
she fills up her notebook college lined
with a poem of his blue eyes?
“But I have green eyes”(a rejected me wrote that line)
Poetry is the captain’s stormed ocean.
Poetry is the pilot’s warm sky.
Poetry is like trying to throw knives
like words.
We exist where they hit
and we need to quit getting absurd trying to hit things.
Poetry is all about the truth,
getting kissed in ink.
You have to tattoo what the words mean to you.
The only thing I wish to do is find a Sharpie
and sharply write the words I’m sorry
because that’s the only thing I know how to say.
Poetry is spending the last 20 minutes looking at the words
"I love you" written across their ceiling
and not wanting to risk speaking them,
making the roof fall down around you.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Were it my duty to con vince a fool I would try
To understand my own reason before answering
Lest I be like the fool met in his folly.
Experience vicariously pre carious edge standing
I know chaos never resolves into synchronized living systems.
Never has. Never will. Still
You can think differently.
Find a way any thing can be
And being, come to,
eventually, be a part of you that works.
A chloroplast
Or some thing, mechanical, inside a cell inside of you.
Chance, bon chance, sunbeams captured in greens ground
To ruminated mush in bovine bellies find their way in
Packets of protein to
----
One of the things that loved enemies do is provoke you
To good works, to right use of the talent found
beneath the rock that crushed you
Like a bug.
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 3:34 PM UTC