"waaay" poems - Hello Poetry

I swear I'm leaving right now Yet I'm still running around in a rush && STILL no pants on They lie somewhere on my floor If I don't leave now I'm going be late for sure...hmm got everything.. OH WAIT!!! SERIOUSLY...again..WOOOOW FUUUUCK quit messing with your hair & put down your BRUSH!! **** 15 minutes later **** & I'm still NOT gone Almost out the door... SON OF A BITCH...WHERE THE **** ARE MY KEYS..GREAT!! Now speeding like a police chase Weaving in & out of traffic lane by lane Trying to beat the clock & it's tick tocks A sound I SERIOUSLY ******* HATE I'm barely on time, a few minutes to spare It is a WAAAY too familiar race It's an endless ******* trend, driving me insane It's like a whole day of me wearing matching socks SOOOOO, SO WHAT if I'm occasionally always LATE At least I'm always never not eventually there but still at least there && DOESN'T MATTER where it is I'm going If there is a specific time of arrival expected Don't tell me that correct time UNLESS..... In all actuality the arrival time is actually irrelevant Since I know you have a "PARTY ALL THE TIME" way to celebrate Then please keep on shuffling when my face is showing Lateness is something I've so EPICALLY PERFECTED If I had a nickel for every time I was early, I'd have a MOTHER ******* DIME!!! Being on time & I have just always been so distant That's why punctuality & I will never relate!!! A WHITE RABBIT GO, GO, GO NOW IT'S MY ******* HABIT WOULDN'T YA KNOW ALWAYS IN A HURRY YELLING "IM LATE! IM LATE!" BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING OF WORRY TRAGICALLY IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO ABOLISH OR ANNIHILATE

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC

becky-littmann

WHITE RABBIT HABIT

I swear I'm leaving right now Yet I'm still running around in a rush && STILL no pants on They lie somewhere on my floor If I don't leave now I'm going be late for sure...hmm got everything.. OH WAIT!!! SERIOUSLY...again..WOOOOW FUUUUCK quit messing with your hair & put down your BRUSH!! **** 15 minutes later **** & I'm still NOT gone Almost out the door... SON OF A BITCH...WHERE THE **** ARE MY KEYS..GREAT!! Now speeding like a police chase Weaving in & out of traffic lane by lane Trying to beat the clock & it's tick tocks A sound I SERIOUSLY ******* HATE I'm barely on time, a few minutes to spare It is a WAAAY too familiar race It's an endless ******* trend, driving me insane It's like a whole day of me wearing matching socks SOOOOO, SO WHAT if I'm occasionally always LATE At least I'm always never not eventually there but still at least there && DOESN'T MATTER where it is I'm going If there is a specific time of arrival expected Don't tell me that correct time UNLESS..... In all actuality the arrival time is actually irrelevant Since I know you have a "PARTY ALL THE TIME" way to celebrate Then please keep on shuffling when my face is showing Lateness is something I've so EPICALLY PERFECTED If I had a nickel for every time I was early, I'd have a MOTHER ******* DIME!!! Being on time & I have just always been so distant That's why punctuality & I will never relate!!! A WHITE RABBIT GO, GO, GO NOW IT'S MY ******* HABIT WOULDN'T YA KNOW ALWAYS IN A HURRY YELLING "IM LATE! IM LATE!" BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING OF WORRY TRAGICALLY IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO ABOLISH OR ANNIHILATE

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you give me waaay too much credit; u are investment; a great poet, needing tending and nurture, watering and encouragement; since god could not be everywhere, he made sure many poets exist to tend to their fellow's seeds ~~ the problem with seeds they don't come with a guarantee from the manufacturee, or a note from home for the teacher, that makes ''my dog et it'' slightly more believable, each a new babe seedy needy, crying in the mid of night, for water and loving attention as it teethes roots in the soil, and the discourteously majority fail to appear even if you read them good night moon, nightly you must plant ten, hoping one child, will sprite sprout and even then, survive the outrageous misfortunes of natures bumps and beaks of the day and night that lurk about in a disarmingly charmingly destructive way did i say ten? idiot. plant a hundred just to obtain one germination. I think the seed guys have conned us pretty good the odds truly **** as you, the champion children like to say nowadays, and **** they are, too right sun I cannot control: water and soil, I can, for if n'ere to rain, your seeds will be well fed, well read, and the water, my eyes will supply naturally

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

old words of encouragement for new poets: water and seeds

you give me waaay too much credit; u are investment; a great poet, needing tending and nurture, watering and encouragement; since god could not be everywhere, he made sure many poets exist to tend to their fellow's seeds ~~ the problem with seeds they don't come with a guarantee from the manufacturee, or a note from home for the teacher, that makes ''my dog et it'' slightly more believable, each a new babe seedy needy, crying in the mid of night, for water and loving attention as it teethes roots in the soil, and the discourteously majority fail to appear even if you read them good night moon, nightly you must plant ten, hoping one child, will sprite sprout and even then, survive the outrageous misfortunes of natures bumps and beaks of the day and night that lurk about in a disarmingly charmingly destructive way did i say ten? idiot. plant a hundred just to obtain one germination. I think the seed guys have conned us pretty good the odds truly **** as you, the champion children like to say nowadays, and **** they are, too right sun I cannot control: water and soil, I can, for if n'ere to rain, your seeds will be well fed, well read, and the water, my eyes will supply naturally

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That night they found you In the park laying in blood With your hoodie on, almost covering your face I saw you at the hospital bed and you looked comfortable even though you were in so much pain It reminded me of all the times we would take the bus so early, so so early in the brisk mornings And you'd be so sleepy, so so sleepy and warm You were always so warm With your head inside your hoodie Looking like a baby And I'd giggle and give you kisses on your nose Because I loved your nose the most And you'd sort or squeeze my thigh and say something about my jeans. How they are too tight or how there are "waaay too many rips." And we would sit there silent just occasionally reading each others thoughts like it was nothing, just reading the way you'd read an ad on the bus And I knew you were too good to be true Because I felt like I was always dreaming around you And I didn't think someone would make you go, make you leave me like this And I didn't think the best memories of you would come so suddenly, in waves just to flood my whole body with this bad aching, such bad aching that felt like it was stealing years from my life... And I really wanted it to, really really wanted it to.

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC

sink

3:23 a.m at the hospital

That night they found you In the park laying in blood With your hoodie on, almost covering your face I saw you at the hospital bed and you looked comfortable even though you were in so much pain It reminded me of all the times we would take the bus so early, so so early in the brisk mornings And you'd be so sleepy, so so sleepy and warm You were always so warm With your head inside your hoodie Looking like a baby And I'd giggle and give you kisses on your nose Because I loved your nose the most And you'd sort or squeeze my thigh and say something about my jeans. How they are too tight or how there are "waaay too many rips." And we would sit there silent just occasionally reading each others thoughts like it was nothing, just reading the way you'd read an ad on the bus And I knew you were too good to be true Because I felt like I was always dreaming around you And I didn't think someone would make you go, make you leave me like this And I didn't think the best memories of you would come so suddenly, in waves just to flood my whole body with this bad aching, such bad aching that felt like it was stealing years from my life... And I really wanted it to, really really wanted it to.

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Yes,there's nothing I love more than turbulance. The breath taking, eye widening, teeth clenching thrill of it all.. And what I love about it most is your face when your legs are spread far apart like newly weds after an ugly divorce, nevermind the other passengers, that fine attendant asked if she could join. I'm known as a Pilot too,so lemme assure you of a safe arrival, this flight could be waaay better than the peak of most highs, and can never be spoilt..I never knew a cat that was ever this moist. Or a fish that never needed water,but I don't eat mine raw, unless the caviar looks right. So lemme show you the skies, soar all planes of *********** and ofcourse I'll open your mind. You can keep your heart, what's below your diaphragm is what I want, only if the diaphragm's motion can be paused from below and above.. Welcome to the Mile High Club.

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC

bx

Mile High Club

Yes,there's nothing I love more than turbulance. The breath taking, eye widening, teeth clenching thrill of it all.. And what I love about it most is your face when your legs are spread far apart like newly weds after an ugly divorce, nevermind the other passengers, that fine attendant asked if she could join. I'm known as a Pilot too,so lemme assure you of a safe arrival, this flight could be waaay better than the peak of most highs, and can never be spoilt..I never knew a cat that was ever this moist. Or a fish that never needed water,but I don't eat mine raw, unless the caviar looks right. So lemme show you the skies, soar all planes of *********** and ofcourse I'll open your mind. You can keep your heart, what's below your diaphragm is what I want, only if the diaphragm's motion can be paused from below and above.. Welcome to the Mile High Club.

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I should, by all practical matters, quit looking through old photos of when my life was much "simpler." Childhood photos, to be exact. They serve only as a reminder of how old I am, and how much older I soon will be. (Yea, I know, ending a sentence with a prepostion is against the rules of proper penning.) Looking at these pics, I catch myself playing the game of "whatever became of who?" Those other kids on that cul-de-sac in Corpus Christi, Texas, "waaay, waaay" back in the mid to late forties. One, in particular, comes to mind. His name was "Duke" Jones. Perhaps, the most popular "kid" on the block.He was our next-door neighbor. An excellent "fielder" when we played baseball, heck of a fast runner, not much of a hitter. But, he was a lot more than that. For, you see, Duke, was a dog. A Doberman Pinscher, a former guarddog at military installations during the war, and rehabilitated before re-entering civilian life. And, he loved children. Duke knew everyone on the block, knew the postman, the milk deliveryman (yes,there was a time when dairies had milk delivered to your home, but that can be another story), knew which house we lived at, the vehicles our parents drove, he was our protector. If a stranger, such as a door to door salesman, entered his territory, he froze, staring, watching, positioning himself between us and the stranger. If that stranger stepped on to the walk leading to a front door, Duke would start moving, stealthily, instincts, training, taking control. If a strange vehicle entered, he took notice, watched, intently. My mother and father often said, "We have the safest block in the city." Our family had moved to another city in 1951, when we got a letter from Duke's "parents", telling us that Duke had passed away at age 16. Looking at that photo in my hand, Duke hasn't gone anywhere. copyright: richard riddle: 11/02/15

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC

richard-riddle

"Whatever Became of.............."

I should, by all practical matters, quit looking through old photos of when my life was much "simpler." Childhood photos, to be exact. They serve only as a reminder of how old I am, and how much older I soon will be. (Yea, I know, ending a sentence with a prepostion is against the rules of proper penning.) Looking at these pics, I catch myself playing the game of "whatever became of who?" Those other kids on that cul-de-sac in Corpus Christi, Texas, "waaay, waaay" back in the mid to late forties. One, in particular, comes to mind. His name was "Duke" Jones. Perhaps, the most popular "kid" on the block.He was our next-door neighbor. An excellent "fielder" when we played baseball, heck of a fast runner, not much of a hitter. But, he was a lot more than that. For, you see, Duke, was a dog. A Doberman Pinscher, a former guarddog at military installations during the war, and rehabilitated before re-entering civilian life. And, he loved children. Duke knew everyone on the block, knew the postman, the milk deliveryman (yes,there was a time when dairies had milk delivered to your home, but that can be another story), knew which house we lived at, the vehicles our parents drove, he was our protector. If a stranger, such as a door to door salesman, entered his territory, he froze, staring, watching, positioning himself between us and the stranger. If that stranger stepped on to the walk leading to a front door, Duke would start moving, stealthily, instincts, training, taking control. If a strange vehicle entered, he took notice, watched, intently. My mother and father often said, "We have the safest block in the city." Our family had moved to another city in 1951, when we got a letter from Duke's "parents", telling us that Duke had passed away at age 16. Looking at that photo in my hand, Duke hasn't gone anywhere. copyright: richard riddle: 11/02/15

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i carved out a place for us two abreast clutching the other palms touching ive been whispering to you but that kind of voice goes no louder i tap you on that shoulder and you spin around while i grin i thought you knew that i was going to trick you at any single cost i had nary a single idea that you would cross your arms and stomp the rest of the way through the forest over the path that i cut OooOoOOo! flowers! look how big do you want your bouquet? forget it. let me just weave this one into your hair. wanna skip? im a skipping champion! no? uh, wanna climb that tree??? look at those limbs! bugs, huh? ummm, lets sit on the forest floor just to pray for the two of us. yeah lets do that dont believe in god? **** me either well i guess we could turn around the sun isnt yet down and i can still see the road but we have come too far im thinking its not in our best interest just a bit more i hear the other side is MUCH more charming here get on my back i got this ok.... shoulders then ok ok ow yeah thats it! the view is WAAAY better up there

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Apr 21, 2013

Apr 21, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC

allan-jain-bonder

she knows a good thing

i carved out a place for us two abreast clutching the other palms touching ive been whispering to you but that kind of voice goes no louder i tap you on that shoulder and you spin around while i grin i thought you knew that i was going to trick you at any single cost i had nary a single idea that you would cross your arms and stomp the rest of the way through the forest over the path that i cut OooOoOOo! flowers! look how big do you want your bouquet? forget it. let me just weave this one into your hair. wanna skip? im a skipping champion! no? uh, wanna climb that tree??? look at those limbs! bugs, huh? ummm, lets sit on the forest floor just to pray for the two of us. yeah lets do that dont believe in god? **** me either well i guess we could turn around the sun isnt yet down and i can still see the road but we have come too far im thinking its not in our best interest just a bit more i hear the other side is MUCH more charming here get on my back i got this ok.... shoulders then ok ok ow yeah thats it! the view is WAAAY better up there

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the only way for a black to become a star in this society is to be labeled a n i double g er how the **** can i progress? when i live in a world full of n__z thinkin' they made when they livin' under the shade of fear subjugatin' to white mans stories catchin' allegory,from the blk pastors which are part of the plan confusin' us with our own history but i learned from the wise,open my eyes spirits geared towards my mentality broke the spiritual captivity now im free from the power of destination that we try to clutch in this world ive shed many tears,no longer livin' in fear laughter is gone cuz i know the truth is here not scared to embrace it face it my poor folks we doomed as a society or better yet the whole **** nation still facin allegation,from corrupt congregation labeling thee a criminal to society influencin' racism thinkin everybody with colored skin is the perdition to sin,through reality when actuality they skins pale as **** nothin' but devils in guise the serpents on a rise ya better recognize im coming full throttle put down that bottle of liquor got many thinkin they strong??? when ya mentality is waaay gone!!! high off that **** to get my mind right blury sight,constant vivid dreams of the spirits at night just the spiritual world tryna alert me that evil finna come to an end,battle will just begin close to armageddon no more lettin up this trigga that stays hot so **** being a made n____

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Made N____

the only way for a black to become a star in this society is to be labeled a n i double g er how the **** can i progress? when i live in a world full of n__z thinkin' they made when they livin' under the shade of fear subjugatin' to white mans stories catchin' allegory,from the blk pastors which are part of the plan confusin' us with our own history but i learned from the wise,open my eyes spirits geared towards my mentality broke the spiritual captivity now im free from the power of destination that we try to clutch in this world ive shed many tears,no longer livin' in fear laughter is gone cuz i know the truth is here not scared to embrace it face it my poor folks we doomed as a society or better yet the whole **** nation still facin allegation,from corrupt congregation labeling thee a criminal to society influencin' racism thinkin everybody with colored skin is the perdition to sin,through reality when actuality they skins pale as **** nothin' but devils in guise the serpents on a rise ya better recognize im coming full throttle put down that bottle of liquor got many thinkin they strong??? when ya mentality is waaay gone!!! high off that **** to get my mind right blury sight,constant vivid dreams of the spirits at night just the spiritual world tryna alert me that evil finna come to an end,battle will just begin close to armageddon no more lettin up this trigga that stays hot so **** being a made n____

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do you have the guts do you have the guts do you have the guts to be your own salvation? do you have the time do you have the time do you have the time to be your own salvation? hanging' round by the dead end sign striking our cigarettes and dancing on the dead tracks we've been parked up in this culdesac for waaay too long. do i have the guts, do i have the time do i have the mind to do anything else? you know judgy ************* never mattered to me i think my halo's running low on battery but hey if i'm alive then i might as well live-- do you have the guts do you have the guts do you have the guts to be your own salvation? do you have the time do you have the time do you have the time to be your own salvation? i got a little time for some quiet meditation i been writing up a plan i'm gonna be my own salvation you know what people say never mattered to me so i'm charging up my batteries because hey if i'm alive then i might as well live do you have the guts do you have the guts do you have the guts to be your own salvation? do you have the time do you have the time do you have the time to be your own salvation? do have the guts? or are you nucking futs? do you have the time? or are you too sublime?

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Oct 23, 2019

Oct 23, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC

SometimesStar

your own salvation (like rancid)

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Who can help but wonder If it's better on the other side? The ones under the thunder And caught under the sweeping tides. They take them waaay far out Where the ocean washes brains Away I can stop Yes I can stop I will stop the rain Clearer waters run For smiling sunny days They say they never stop If only you would stay I wander looking for them In thunderhead disdain I'll stop it short to find them I will stop the rain To find that sweet eternity I'd wander just as far As beauty stretches her long body Holding up her stars At least one tortured soul must go That long road just to find That love was only ever wrought To be left behind. Just like the holy spirit takes A residence in each Another kind of ghost resides That no man can impeach The waters run over my head But baptism won't take One sweet cure And we all stopped-- I will stop the rain.

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May 12, 2018

May 12, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC

SometimesStar

Stop the Rain

Who can help but wonder If it's better on the other side? The ones under the thunder And caught under the sweeping tides. They take them waaay far out Where the ocean washes brains Away I can stop Yes I can stop I will stop the rain Clearer waters run For smiling sunny days They say they never stop If only you would stay I wander looking for them In thunderhead disdain I'll stop it short to find them I will stop the rain To find that sweet eternity I'd wander just as far As beauty stretches her long body Holding up her stars At least one tortured soul must go That long road just to find That love was only ever wrought To be left behind. Just like the holy spirit takes A residence in each Another kind of ghost resides That no man can impeach The waters run over my head But baptism won't take One sweet cure And we all stopped-- I will stop the rain.

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