"xxxx" poems
PLEASE FORGIVE ME
for not reading right now.
1) I've been very busy with personal issues.
2) I've been on the low with some poets
who need to talk.
3) I've been emailing Elliott York all
morning about a couple of things.
a) The asinine war that was happening
here on his site. It's caused many to leave
and it (the attacks on Wolf Spirit included)
MUST STOP. Gary L has extended the olive
branch. THE REST OF YOU MUST DO SO
AS WELL. It's kindergarten stuff! You're
ADULTS. ACT LIKE IT!
b) A couple of years ago I came up with an
idea. The Poet Tree T-shirt and poster. It would kind of look like this...
P O E T S
XXXXX
XXXX♡XXX
XXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXX
XXXX
**P
O
E
T
R**
love.joy Y peace
happiness.pain
other.poet.words.
...FILL HEARTS
The X's above would be POET NAMES!
YOUR NAME WOULD BE ON THE SHIRTS!
You could then get the t-shirt/poster
from Elliott York!
It's an idea that I personally put out
a while back but never was able to
follow up on.
Email Elliott York if you like the idea.
I want it to UNIFY POETS. We are ALL
LEAVES ON THIS TREE!
Thanks for reading.
♡ Catherine
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
Dear Miss ********,
We regret to inform you that unfortunately at this time we do not have space for you at our company.
Yours,
Xxxx xxxxxxxx
Dear Miss *******,
We regret to inform you that unfortunately at this time we cannot offer you a place with our company as you are under qualified.
Yours ** xxxxx
Dear Miss ********,
Thank you for your application. We regret to inform you that you are over-qualified for the position.
Yours, xxxxxxx ***
Dear Miss ******,
I don’t think so love. This isn’t even a letter, this is my managerial position on you handing me your cv.
Cheers, bahbye now
Dear Miss *******,
This isn’t really a letter either, but despite how un-pc this is, we can’t hire you due to your gender.
Thanks anyway, save your paper.
Dear Miss ********,
Thank you for your application, unfortunately we had stronger applicants.
Yours, etc., aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa
Dear Miss ********,
Thank you for your application. Unfortunately we are not hiring at the moment even though we had advertised the job you applied for.
Yours, xxxxxxxxx xxxxx
Dear Miss ********,
We had left it between you and another applicant, and couldn’t decide so we flipped a coin, and she won. You’re a lovely girl though.
Yours, fffffff ffff fffff
Dear Miss ********,
I refer to your claim for Jobseekers Benefit/Assistance at VVVVVV’s CCCCCC local office. Jobseekers Benefit/Assistance claims are subject to periodic review, consequently, I would appreciate if you would attend this office for interview on the 31/17/78 and bring the following :
1. Proof of Identity (i.e. Passport or Driving Licence or Long version of your Birth Certificate)
2. Proof of Residency (e.g. Letter from landlord/ Rent Book/ Lease/ Mortgage Receipt/ Letter from Parents + Household Bill)
3. Written Proof of recent job applications and replies.
4. Proof of job applications made through FAS
5. FAS courses applied for.
6. A copy of your Curriculum Vitae (CV): unemployed from
7. If your spouse/partner is an adult dependent on your claim, please bring his/her GNIB and Passport/Travel Documents.
Failure to respond to this letter may lead to suspension or disallowance of claim.
Yours sincerely,
**** *****
Local Officer
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
This is not poetry.
I'm sorry to disappoint.
XXXX ** *** XXXXXX.
X'X XXXXX ** XXXXXXXXXX.
OOOO OO OOO OOOOOO.
O'O OOOOO OO OOOOOOOOOO.
This is not ironic. This is what we are.
xoxo
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
A drop of Aussie poetry (guess from where):
The liquid amber is a nice drop.
I especially like the sherbert on top.
It caresses my taste buds with flavour
And I enjoy its savour.
An Australian man’s home is his Castlemaine XXXX
Full of Foster Children
Drinking nectar.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
a ***** went partying
in the club friday night
where he met up with kenneth
trying to ruin his rep
party on yeah dude party on oh yeah
party on yeah dude party on oh yeah
a ***** went partying
in the club friday night
when he met up with susan
who had some champagne
she said, do you wanna share some of this
the ***** said YES
as
a ***** went partying
in the club friday night
he met up with thomas
who said just one word at a time
which was party, the ***** said who with
thomas said everybody
oh yeah let’s party come on dudes, party
a ***** went partying
in the club friday night
when he met up with brian
with a bourbon and coke
brian said, what do you want
wild turkey or jim beam
the ***** said, whatever you choose i’ll enjoy it, i guarantee it
the ***** went partying
in the club friday night
when he met up with caleb
who said, have you had enough
the ***** said no, not yet
i want to have 4 bottles of XXXX
and sink them down with you
the ***** went partying
in the club friday night
where he met up with peter
who says PARTY ON MATE
cause peter will drink any drink you put in front of him
and sometimes he will take someone else’s drink
like the yobbo’s
so the ***** went partying
down the club friday night
and with all the alcohol he drank
he gazed into the night
and say, PARTY RIGHT, DUDES
time to go home mr *****
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
At the end of the pier you could look out to sea
Listening to the swell flap on the rusty cast iron
Of geometrical supports.
Barnacles clung, sealed like gold nuggets
And in the distance the slow **** of a tanker.
The wind would whisk around the terminal
Throwing hair to the sky
Floating chandelier skirts tipped
Revealing best underwear.
And the clock sang its time to the birds.
Over both sides were fishing rod rows
Their owners sitting on canvas stools
Above seagulls nibbled the air for food scraps
And beneath strong swimmers bobbed
Watching children skim pebbles in the waves.
Love Mary xxxx
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Come toddle here your hands stretched out
With chocolate mouse and lemon squash
You are my candy, sugar babe
Arrived at forty in a hurricane
But if love can spin a web
You little darling got in my head.
Love Grandma xxxx
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
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ON THE UNEXPECTING
A BOMB IS SET IN
WAIT • IT CAN
SHATTER ANYONE
RICH • POOR • SMALL
OR GREAT • THERE IS
METHOD TO ITS EVIL
THERE IS FALLOUT IN
ITS WAKE • THERE IS
|NO RECIPROCATION|
THERE IS NO GIVE "N
TAKE • THERE IS ONLY
SELF-OBSESSION THE
BOMB OF POISON KIND
IT'LL MESS 'ROUND IN
OUR BODY IT'LL MESS
AROUND WITHIN THE
MIND • HAVE A FUNNY
FEELING CRAZY BUT IT
|BE TRUE • THE LOVE|
BOMB DROPPED IS A
NARCISSIST AND
GROUND 0 IS
YOU**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/20/2016
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
If you found Bluebell
Laying in the grass
Smiling at the daisies
What would you ask?
Is she a fairy child
Or baby princess
Someone's lost treasure
Please do ask.
For I know a Bluebell
As beautiful as any flower
A little catch of wonder
Of bubbles in the sky
She was gifted by an angel
To show us the way
Of lightness and petal shapes
On a sunny day .
For Bluebell love Grandma xxxx
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
We met through a latched gate
down a straight concrete path
With flowers and grass on either side
To a white cottage with a
Thick thatched roof.
To the right of the front door
Was a climbing, yellow,’ Chelsea’ rose.
The garden was an orchard of tenderness with
Five elderly leaning apple trees bearing fruit.
And David Austin roses in a variety of colours
Many wild and cultivated flowers grew and plentiful
Of bird song.
Roger and I sat together at a small
Table and chairs
And were given a delightful meal
Of chicken and vegetables
Followed by ice cream and mixed fruit salad
After resting with cups of tea
I wandered round the garden to see all the
Beauty of this wilderness and a boat in a large
Rather dilapidated shed
Later to be rebuild into a fine garage of
Original Suffolk stone and two wooden doors.
Our time together was very precious to me.
Filling in much that I had heard about, but
Never encountered, from a very dear relative.
In the afternoon we went into Bury St Edmunds central
To see the Cathedral, Abbey Gardens, with resplendent
Flower beds frequently replenished in an abudance of colourful changes and the antiquated book shops.
The day was concluded with strawberries and cream in the
Park sitting on a bench in the sun.
We had a long journey back to Watford.
I never forget this day so unusual was it
Made by my friend.
Love Mary xxxx
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
I made a list of all our kisses, starting with just ‘kiss’
Which in the heat of passion was italicized like this:
kiss, then emphasized in variations Kiss! and KISS and KISS
Which even though ethereal somehow added to our bliss.
And later in IM we found that we could really KISS!
I mean in theory still, of course, for physically we missed
The real touch of real lips and autres choses on that list.
And there were funny graphics, I can’t reproduce them here,
But you know the ones we used a lot, they all meant kisses there
The hearton built with < and 3, which always made you smile
And the asterisks and emoticons we used once in a while
And let’s not forget those x’s which a net of crosses wove
*** and xxxx, our ****** book of love.
Soon added to our kisses came words like longingly,
And tenderly, and lingeringly and gentle morningly
Sometimes we gave it lots of tongue, but loving nibbles too
Whenever I’d le pout or tears your lashes would bedew.
These are the ones I can recall, probably there are more
I’m sure you’re itching to remind me from your memory’s vast store
And you can tell me all about them in some poetry well versed
But my love, before you write it, you’ll just have to kiss me first.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
Wooden love,
Forgotten like old bones
And memories
XxXx
Lies settle uneasily on her skin
Like thick perfume choking
All who are near
XxXx
Wisps of dust
Curl into the rising air
Like invisible smoke
XxXx
Exquisite telling
Of the corpse;
Sparkling wine and cold fingers
XxXx
Do not touch
the shameless broken glass
That lie like crushed diamonds
XxXx
Two buses
Full of empty people
Pass blindly
XxXx
Rising towers of ice
A complex of cages,
And we call it beautiful
XxXx
This is the way the world ends
(World ends, world ends)
Not with a bang but a whisper
XxXx
Because we are the hollow men
And there is never rest
For a lost boy
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Michael leiris said of Picasso
Everything we love is about to die,
And that is why,
Everything we love must be summed up,
With all the high emotion of farewell,
In something so beautiful we shall never forget it.
And this is true of us poets, too.
So those moments we loved
Are captured with such beauty
That the heart is taken back.
Love Mary xxxx
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
This letter, is to inform you, about a
bomb threat
that we received this, morning. Name of a Name
Unified Consolidated ISD,
a State-Recognized School of Somethingness,
Where Kids Come First under the theme of
All The Kids All The Curriculum All The Time
is committed, to the safety and education
of all our students and We Are Number One,
Go #Thundercatbears!, ‘Cause We are #All-Hashtagged
in Unity and Oneness. We also, want
to clearly communicate with split infinitives
And crazy commas all over the place
to parents about safety issues when they
get found out arise.
This morning, a phone call, was received,
by the receptionist at
The-Latest-Name-Held-in-Place-with-Velcro-Until-the-Next-Name-Change
Elementary School and Essential Spirit
Dreams New Dawn Progress Learning and
Technology Center of the Future
stating a
bomb
was present, on the campus.
After conferring with the Threat Assessment Team,
The Standard Response Protocol team,
the Chinkypin-Lizard Lick Police Department parked in the handicapped spaces at Tia Jolene’s Goremay Eats ‘n’ Bokays out next to the Interstate,
the cheerleader sponsors,
Facebook,
Twitter,
our attorneys,
and Superintendent Dr. Hamestus Goodoleboy “Spike” Ponsonby III,
the students were rapidly, and efficiently evacuated
to a safe area up in the football bleachers
where they would be more obvious targets
and the school was professionally and thoroughly
swept for anything suspicious and untoward.
During this time,
when no students were in danger,
another call was received stating that gunshots
were fired in the school. There were no gunshots,
fired in the school and
no children were in danger at any time.
Currently, we’re are is allowing students,
who were never in any danger,
to return to school as usual
where there was never any danger at any time.
We will have extra counselors and therapists available
if students or parents needs supports are
counsolining in spelling ‘n’ sentence structure.
The students were never in any danger at any time.
All threats to our school where
their was never any danger
and students who were never in any danger
will be taken seriously immediately
and thoroughly and investigated
thoroughly and fully except for that call
last week that we managed to keep covered up.
We wanted to inform you of the correct facts
because our correct facts are the only facts
so you can discuss them with your child/ren
Of any race, *** color, creed, religion,
or gender identification or not
and emphasize the seriousness of our facts,
which are the only facts. If you discover
Any facts untoward or out of place please contact us
At the district office at
*** *** xxxx ext ***
or the Chinkypin - Lizard Lick Police Department
immediately and thoroughly.
No children were in, danger at any time.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
My little nut
My little nut is no ordinary nut
She's small like a nut
She's starting to sprout
She's so eager to reach the clouds
But with her roots firmly in the ground
When people see my little nut, they say
"Isn't she beautiful, isn't she bright?!
Are you sure she didn't fall from a different tree?!"
My little nut skips
My little nut makes me skip
My little nut makes my heart skip
My little nut calls me a poo head
And I poo on my own head
And I'm made of poo
But she doesn't mean it
It's just coz she's a little nut
My little Hazel nut xxxx
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
x.
understand that nothing is real.
**
search for art in all that you see (for art is present in all things).
***
art is everything, nothing is real. we are left to conclude that art is nothing, nothing is art, or perhaps everything is nothing-which makes art more real than nothing, because it is in fact something.
xxxx.
when we smoked cigarettes in the alley way during winter, our backs against the cold brick wall; well, darling, that was art.
xxxxx.
you made poems and paintings and songs and dances, but i’d never seen anything more real (or perhaps less real) than the way your eyes looked when they were in love. and that, well that was the truest art there could ever be.
xxxxxx.
understand that your love is everything, and everything is art, but nothing is real, or art is nothing. my words will never quite be right, but your eyes in love were the rightest thing that never existed -(or existed more than anything).
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
partying is better than sitting at home like a parents boy
i like parries in every single way
i like kids who party despite what their parents say
you see they drink alcohol and get drunk and they are having fun
their parents are talking if they are the only ones to be young and dumb
why can’t we party, it’s fun and cool, why not
i want my own stories to tell my grandchildren rather than just telling your stories
i know you had fun, so why can’t i, i deserve the right party mood
cause all young dudes wanna party
i like partying watching the footy yeah
c’mon dudes pour some ***** on me i am cool
get into some trouble with me, but not bad trouble
make sure nobody spikes your drink, ready to party right
i like partying in every single way
with victoria bitter and carlton draught and a jim beam, how cool
so c’mon dudes pour some bourbon on me and let’s party on
i think parents are the biggest hypocrites on earth
they party really bad but they hate us doing it
i like to party, i like i like to party every single day
with a west coast cooler and a bottle of scotch with coke, how cool
i know we feel like vomiting and we sometimes feel sick
but we need to understand what goes on in the club
yeah, the good times, and there are plenty of them
who cares how bad your hangover is, think of the good times
i like partying because for a young dude it is pretty fun
there will be people who yell at you, but you should think of the people who don’t
i will take a sip out of a jug of beer and someone yells at me
but i don’t complain because i like to PARTY real hard
i remember my friend at school used fosters as his first beer
my first beer was export light, in the kiddie section of the supermarket
XXXX was my first beer i got ****** on and i enjoyed that a lot
and if your hypocritical parents force you to stop partying
say to them, get a life, we are the future of this world
i like partying every single day
i used to buy beer out of every ounce of my pay
bills were being paid, but i was to young and cool to care
but you change but there is one thing for sure
i will never stop being a party dude
i am not a hypocrit, never a hypocrite, but i am not a parent either
and i party while i say, PARTY ON DUDES, and never give in to what conservative parents think
PARTY ON, and say ROCK AND ROLL PARTIES TO THE RESCUE, dudes
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
To the one who hosts competitions…
Which ******* gave you the right?
I wouldn’t listen to your rules even if you paid me.
Nor would I let you tell me how I would write my poem.
I could write something totally not related to your competition and submit it.
Maybe I’ll **** your girlfriend and let you read about how it went.
She didn’t take your name when she came(just so you know)
Who said you could take such liberties?
I’m gonna bash your head in with an exhaust pipe
And when it dents and gains a sharp edge I’ll scrape your eye with it
Just one, because I want you to see…
You wanna host competitions, do ya? Meet my little match
Ever wondered how a lit match feels in your nostril?
If I sparked it and let the gunpowder catch flame in your nose, how wonderful would that feel?
Listen here Mr. you asked for this by hosting it… there’s no backing out now…
I still have a few things to run you over with.
**** umbrella? no splash guard? ugh… too messy…
Ah my favorite! the serpent’s tongue.
For that I’ll first have to break your jaw, then hold your tongue out
Then I’ll stretch your tongue out with clamps and slice it right down the middle
Such a fitting exercise. For you.
You have become what you really are.
I’ll leave your manny parts intact… I know how we are when It comes to those.
I will tell you though, you won’t be able to use em ever again… sorry about the irony.
Lets get down to business, shall we?
I hate you. You know why.
I’m gonna inject you with a pain enhancing serum.
Then I will administer XXXX XXX
It’s an ancient technique of entertaining someone.
Dating all the way back to almost 900 AD
It was banned, sadly, in the last century.
Anyway, you’re lucky I have knowledge of this
It won’t spoil our fun… lets start with the obvious places
Eye lids, lips, ears, finger tips, toes, arm pits, the ******* the wrists….etc….
You shouldn’t bother keeping count, that’s my job
But I highly doubt you’ll even live past number 233.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
Those silver ***** were my favourite
Placed sequentially on piped scrolls
Round the circumference, sparkling;
With Robin and Snowman greetings.
Tied, two inch wide, red satin ribbon
Around decorated cake on silver base
Marzipan and apricot coating under a
Stage of shimmer hardened royal ice.
Love Mary xxxx
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Journal entry
May 7, xxxx
She knows I love her, my creature. Of course she does.
There are still secrets between us; there might always be. We haven't decided.
You see, some lovers- they reach a point- where they dance that silent dance, and wordlessly through looks and smiles, will decide that some secrets will always be secrets. Others say everything, and find strength in doing so. We're not there yet. And so, some things remain unspoken.
A secret I keep from her now is- I know what she is, yes, but I can't help but think of her as the opposite sometimes. A thing not with dove wings and a halo, like the paintings, but a creature with thick, rubbery wings. Heavy horns sitting on her head. There is something uniquely dark about her.
There is so much I still don't know. There is a heaven, is what she's told me. It isn't as beautiful as you think, she says. When I ask her if there is a God, she looks away. And I know there is something in my question that brings her pain. She has never answered the question.
She still walks to her lake. (Yes- it's hers now.) She visits it often.
She does it at night, when I'm asleep. But I wake easily in her presence. I've caught her walking towards the wood. I know it's the lake she goes to. It must be. I've never followed her.
She thinks she hides it well. But I can tell there is a rage. You visit your lake in secret, and what would you have to hide, if not the fact that over there you must be inflicting yourself with some violent ritual. Something I should not see. You must have some kind of terrible thing inside of you. Divine grief, or envy, something that must be gnawing at your heart. I can see it in your eyes.
Why won't she tell me? I worry sometimes that I'll never be allowed to help her. I suffer with these thoughts, and she doesn't say a thing.
There are silences like arrows, aimed at you, meant to **** you. Meant to maim the heart. But not hers.
Her silence is the kind that hurts to look at, because you know it isn't a choice. The more I **** the more her throat seems to tighten. It's as if she wants to tell you everything, but physically can't. As if telling you was an arrow. As if telling you her truths and her fears would
kill her
I want to know why she goes to the lake, I do. I want to know what happened before. What is God to you, what has he done? Tell me please, even if I am not enough, even if I am just the rabbit you tell your sorrows to. I may be from another world, I may be the animal unable to ever understand your pain, but my ears are long and my eyes are big and I will listen and watch you intently. I love you.
Sometimes I think I'm too small. How could a thing like you choose a thing like me? The thought used to **** me. I'm learning not to spiral. Even if you won't help me. I have to stay strong. I have to show patience.
Yes, if she wants to keep her secrets, then keep her secrets she must. I worry about her, but what can I do. I can only be patient. I can only do what I can. I can only love her until she decides to bloom before me.
My angel who howls by the moonlit lake.
I will wait for you.
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
" I am imperfect
So I will change your vaues til you see me as perfect"
Is a very stupid attitude to present to the world
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
I stare up at the stars nightly,
Longing for the day we reunite in each other's embrace.
Only the glimmering moonlight that caresses your skin,
Varnishes the beauty that I admire so dearly.
Ever so slowly, I thread my fingers with your soft hands.
Your warmth extends throughout my body,
Only to be mesmerized by your smooth, silky lips.
Uttering these three words, I lean in for the kiss.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
You know as well as I do
that internet dating can have its ups
and downs
and thus, after so many futile meetings
and tragic misadventures
in a domestic UK situation,
I decided to spread my wings
and so I logged on to an Australian website
for lonely kangaroo lovers
yes it was www.blackstump-legover.com.au
where no holes were barred.
And I soon struck up a promising friendship
with someone who sounded like
a real goer, a total slapper,
with no morals whatsover
judging from the photo she posted
taken with a mobile phone
up her skirt
which showed her **muffin *****
as well as what she had eaten
for breakfast yesterday,
poking its head out.
We finally agreed to meet
behind the old dunny
in the park where the abos go
to exchange their social security vouchers
for crack *******
or a bottle of Castlemain XXXX
or a quick one up each others' bots
in spite of the pong
on a sunny arvo.
You can imagine how effing disappointed
I was when she arrived
on a trailer attached to her grandson's ute
strapped to a battered gurney
(and almost insensate)
but still ready for a bit of backdoor action
but not from me, no sirree,
thank you very much mate:
I might be desperate, but
I would have had to have
clipped my nose shut with a clothes peg
to get anywhere near her
and my gag reflex simply couldn't cope.
So I bravely dragged the gurney
over to the convenient gap
in the fence overlooking the mighty ravine
and with a gentle shove
I sent her to that sweet place
where peace can be found
and I can still hear her scream
as she bounced off the rocks
accusing me of being illegitimate
before silence reigned
and I smiled in joy.
It only goes to show, O my friends,
that there are female dogs
of the most hideous kind
on every sodding continent
on this dear planet of ours;
and I may as well stick to
a handful of Nivea cream
and a Kleenex, at least the odour
is wholesome.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
If you are four and wait at the door
The sun will rise and bring a surprise
For now its your birthday and school
Everything with be bright and new.
Love Grandma xxxx
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC