"xyz" poems
Why oh why do I love pie?
The ABCs of it and
the LMNO-Pie of it
A Apple Pie
B Boston cream Pie
C Cherry Pie
D Dutch Apple Pie
E Equation Pie 3.14
F Fruit Pie
G Grandma's Gooseberry Pie
H Humble Pie
I Ice Cream Pie
J Jell-O Pudding Pie
K Kidney Pie
L Lemon Meringue Pie
M Moon Pie
N Nutty Pecan Pie
O Oreo Cookie Crust Pie
P Pud'nin Pie
Q Quick Set Frozen Cream Pie
R Rhubarb Pie
S Sweet Tater Pie
T Tuxedo Pie
U Upside Down Pineapple Pie
V Velvet Truffle Pie
W Whip Cream Pie
X PIE IN THE FACE
Y Yummy Pie
Z Zesty Lemon/Lime Pie
Now you have the XYZ of it
and the PIE of it
Why oh why do you love Pie?
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
Xyz
Full stop
In conclusion
She fell in love
He caught her
He cheated
She died
Inside
Xyz
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
A little boy, cried, he died inside.
Felt the pain, still no gain.
Hate the world,still held tight.
Joy wasn't present, karma neither.
left the mom, had a fever.
Name the oath, say the prayers,
Question the rest, salvation, timers.
Undefined verification made him see,
World, goodbye, XYZ.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
We move to the rhythm of the city
Beating to the waves of adrenaline, never pity.
I need to hold you close, this affliction is impossible to diagnose.
Trying to comprehend and begging Gods and Monsters that tonight will never end.
Our Sonic Youth cannot be contained,
Electronic and unashamed.
With brains that bleed idiosyncratically and make magic with words or a pen,
Hands that turn a gin and tonic into something drastically more chronic.
The solution to the problem is that the cause is quite solemn.
Leave everything behind for a new place; taste your favorite stranger's face.
Let them know that their perfume can light up a whole room.
We're searching for the people we've been our whole lives, in structures we do not recognize.
Know that most women that dream only survive on nicotine,
Slow Dancing in the Dark just to feel Nevermore than a spark.
This is how it feels to be unreal, when your entire body becomes brittle steel.
Don't let the season tantalize your demons.
If you can feel your own unapologetic heart, realize that this is just the start.
And when you're tired of leaving, run.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
I am forefronted on the balance
Of loneliness
& hope
It's too bright to know where I am
& too dark
to see where I'm going
So I'm cruising along
Doing my thing
Acting a fool
I didn't seem to have much interest
in anything
And it vaguely marred my visage
Not understanding how
Being in another part of the world
It changes you
I don't remember
the exact moment everything changed
I just know that it did
One moment, I was impenetrable
The next
my heart was beating outside my chest
Exposed to the elements
I am a child trapped in a man's body
And it's so bright outside
But too dark for me to see anything
That matters.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
"This sounds crazy," I warn above the drums. "But this song... It makes me feel like jumping off a cliff."
Like a whip, his bangs nod beside me. "That's 'cause it's not a song," he says, then belts the chorus. "It's an anthem."
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
Golden colours by the river, old and grey
they sparkle over each side of Bamiyan Valley
Shines and smiles of caves annihilate them
Prior to Monk XuanZang to fabled silk road.
You heard the fire and bombs in the veins of heart’s purr.
They are all stones; one big, another smaller.
It was a Sunday, a pray day and you heard the egos of
screams: morals! Your eyes and lips ampersand
Dusts and sands persist over 1700 years of Dynasties.
Sculptures of love vanished at Bamiyan valley
Was this loves outcome then, these stones made, red materials
Addressed with an order of elimination that fires so blindingly?
“Not in vain, not in vain, Shall I look for you again”
The voice of XuanZang transformed his precepts are sound,
“An infinite…XYZ” with the veins of our eternal love.
Their eyelids say.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 9:41 AM UTC
As daylight dreams reach
for dark
under a K-light sky
so must the
world return requited,
kited,
new ,
no one knew but me and you
I will not beg of thee in XYZ
chromosomal hormonal after-tonal
A giant jelly fish ate "To Wong foo with love"
a bit of it's electric lightening flash turned
my skin to glass,
molted down Queen cream
in crock-odor-ium,
it may be a word, it may not,
it maybe your Marshland smile.
I'm going to emerge orthodontia
in crystalline wings and when I do
I hope it won't blind you
like your heart
like your heart forgot
how to pronounce my name and
sunlight forgot to wash the sand
into bleached wood
a drift
from where I cry away
from that small dark part of me
that resembles photosynthesis
in green or gold memories
..of i'll never leave you
even when my tongue has become
a pin cushion for all the things
That get stuck to it
in the dark shifting of
under garments and sleepless
every things
that crawl the endless length of me
as a nightly ritual
of sacred dance.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Add Another.
You ******* kidding me?
Add another?
Computer, you challenging me?
I can go all night if I have too,
you don't got the bytes to eat me!
Add another my ***
You say I got 170,400 words.
**** you don't got the memory
to hold what I already forgot.
go to sleep and maybe in the morning,
I'll teach you a new word or two,
give you a dose of lachrymose!
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
without the moon the sky is an unknown co-ordinate
an xyz thrown between time and space
a telephone without tone
we use to talk to each other
in our free minutes
between our lives and our deaths
without the sun I am an anonymous verse
a genius with a badge and no shadow
a continuous coming and going
between two flickering points
on some old map of the universe
where everyone is
searching for their treasure
without you I have no noise
without noise I cannot sleep
without sleep I cannot dream
and without dreaming
without dreaming this poem does not exist
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Dear Fear,
You are a giant that sits on my shoulders
and you always bring a heavy fog with you;
and I don’t understand
how something that’s invisible
could weigh me down so much.
When you’re around,
my thoughts dissipate
except for the most urgent ones
telling me why I can’t do xyz.
I’m a tea kettle,
bubbling and boiling
and screaming at the top of my lungs
yet no one is around to take me off the stove.
Most of the time,
I don’t need your hover,
yet I need you to push me forward
on to a stage,
on to say what needs to be said,
on to live a life
that’s filled with
hope…
Dear Hope,
You are the catalyst
that kickstarts an endless marathon
of daydreams;
you’ve toppled my fears
over the edge of the sky
to offer me a clear day;
and you’ve showed me
how I need to believe in myself.
You’re in every word I write,
every syllable I say,
and every move I make.
You unwrapped fear
and inside the envelope
was a reflection
of your spirit.
You also shared with me
that none of this would’ve been possible
without the presence
of fear…
P.S.
I’ve looked fear and hope in the eyes
and they both share
the same face.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
“…nice, I suppose
but xyz are
much bigger.
I've been there and...”
and with that it was clear
what he was:
a man who
when ********** a woman
would make
just passing reference to
the size
of the **** attached
to the previous one
he had
******
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
I can guess your names,
Cleverly chosen to reflect
This year's popularity.
Names beginning with XYZ.
Some silly ones, by all accounts,
But I'm silly to think my opinion counts.
Though that's of no matter for what you face;
For we've left this place in a sorry state.
Our lame excuse is,
We didn't fare well from our benefactors.
The ethnic mix was already a mess;
And rightly demands fair redress;
Broken promises to those who dreamed,
The indigenous and the migrant streams;
Those in chains, though innocent,
The fairer *** and I'm not sexist,
Has been under the heel of the strong,
Yes, far more fair,
And they've been wronged.
Unique communities of men and women,
Have cracked the doors, blown their horns
And tumbled the walls of garrisons
Through film, print, paint and clay.
Their inclusiveness gives me hope,
That some near not far future day,
We'll all be gathered in one parade.
I've scratched the surface of our inheritence,
And in fifty years of managing the place,
We've left problems til too late;
Some we've worked on,
Some escaped.
We've pointed fingers far too long,
The work we started's never done,
You too will have to pass it on
To the unborn of the human race.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
My head is stuck at the peaks of youthy rooftops
trapped in moving circles and daggers rotting brain.
I hover, gliding above the generated, empty plane, tracing the moving shadows below and tracking the nights that rain.
i was so careful but the lines oh the ever running lines they vibrate frantically, I cannot look away they dance back and forth between both crests of their prison, their XYZ axes gripping them trapping them within definite images between associations and contexts, between gleaming ascent and its tumbling recoil.
The ride hick-ups and pollutes the clouds
filling my scent and descent pulls at my stomach,
gravity yanks me back, pulling on my rope and
laughing all the while.
At first you fear it but then you are laughing and shouting
and throwing your arms in the air and having the wind rush
into your lungs and whip your hair it is so beautiful it is
unlawful it is unreal i cant be seeing this and it spirals and tumbles and shriekingly grinds to a halt, panting.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
My Thoughts Caught In A Bottle, Like Wine
I Do Not Have A Corkscrew!
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
Light seldom graces me with her presence. That used to tear me apart. Now, I have learned to appreciate her absence. I sit, perched on my plush cushion. Bluejays sit on my windowsill. Their wings are resting and my eyes are gleaming. How beautiful it is to watch a sentient being recover, rejuvenate. I’ll never tell you that knowing you set me free. All the things in life that are terrible now amaze me. My ears laugh at the sounds the bluejays have gifted me. They are so happy. Sipping the sweet, crimson nectar. Filling them with life and substance. I am writing again. My voice is different now. I used to be locked in your cell. Now, I turn to the light. The bluejays and I share a commonality: nectar is there for enjoyment, not necessity.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC
abcdefg
now i know my xyz
i bought myself a nice v dub
for my birthday, it was pretty fun
you see as i sing my abc
please dudes, won’t you join in with me
ya see as i sing
abcdefg
i want to get down and party
you see with that nice vdub
i got for my special day
for the blasted car broke down
crossing the first bleeding bump
abcdefg
come on ‘dudes’ party with me
my old mate gave me another vdub
i hope this car won’t break down
on the first bleeding bump
cause if it does i will trade it in
to a ford or holden or toyota, oh yeah
abcdefg
i want a new carolla, oh yeah
you see that car has a lot of grunt
better than my two vdubs
you bet your life it is
now i know my xyz
next time won’t you party with me
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
With all the locks secured, having noticed my security, a voice whispers and life becomes complete.
Fleeting words, passion tumbles from the ceiling. With epiphanies, little rooms left bare for my own discoveries. The life of rhythm is disrupted. A new medicine for use in moderation.
A guitar, fragile with echoes of perfection.
But what else is there to keep?
A sunset fades and a new line is born.
This is what we truly want. This is freedom and a chance for options.
Xyz.
Consequence sings and I sleep.
My mask becomes me and we wake. But is there something else?
Complete with losing my mind before the moments find you.
Two songs play in the kitchen and my choice remains unsung.
Heros rush in and civilians wake.
Peace moves toward the light.
A silk blouse for the funeral. Only to fall far down the grave.
With a gift I move forward and destroy myself.
A beating of youth'youth's innocence.
The curve shivers and cradles this loss in rigid angles.
Doorknobs above this plane twist and turn in strange resonance.
Light removes our square from its rest.
The curve remembers this and falls in haste. Searching for new ground.
A page turns. A movement is born.
This hole opens. Chambers become themselves thrice over.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Call me crazy but you were always a joker
Keen at making xyz your punchline
You seem to stretch the truth like it’s your safety net
Assume we all won’t see you true intent
And most don’t (pause)
But only because most aren’t looking
You can’t differentiate between to humor-ize and to lie
You’ve truly painted yourself quite the thin line
If any come to think of it
Actually you tried to hide between the lines
Oh so swaddle in what you can say without saying it
Scribbled in your fantasies as non-fiction
But I'm not buying
Your denying
Xyz delusional
You're still trying it
People aren’t games you can just keep supplying
And throw away when they stop complying
I understand there may be no use in trying to tell you this at all
However please remember these are not games
These are people
And you can press restart on a ps4 but not person
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
Did you say that I've got a lot to learn
Well don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Teach me tonight
Starting with the ABC of it
Getting right down to the XYZ of it
Help me solve the mystery of it
Teach me tonight
The sky's a blackboard high above you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear my love
Teachers shouldn't stand so near my love
Graduation's almost here my love
You'd better teach me tonight
I've played loves scenes in a flick or two
And I've also met a chick or two
But I still can learn a trick or two
Hey teach me tonight
I who thought I knew the score of it
Kind of think I should know much more of it
Off the wall, the bed, the floor of it
Hey teach me tonight
The midnight hours come slowly creeping
When there's no one there but you
There must be more to life than sleeping
Single in a bed for two
What I need most is post graduate
What I feel is hard to articulate
If you want me to matriculate
You'd better teach me tonight
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
In the moment we thrive
On the edge of being alive
Don’t be afraid
We’re all going to die
You see this is a reminder
From the wizard in the sky
From the witness behind
We’re all in this together
And this world
Isn’t getting any better
......XYZ......
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC