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Akarshi Mehrotra Jun 2013
The palpable concern which I get and which is on its increment every day..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The love preserved deep in heart and with an apt attitude towards life..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The balanced and the devoted way towards his profession
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The curiosity and depth as if a techie in computer..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The infallible way in which i always get my queries sorted out .
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The glance which exalts us every weekend..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The person whom I accolade..
OH! YES ITZ MIE DAD..
For MY adoring FATHER who is my idol in true aspect..:)
"Say, whus tha good wurd, Mista Mornin Bird?"
"Ahh, ya know just chillin here singin these here tunes waitin fah Mista Worm."
"Ahh dat Mista Worm - he alwayz be runnin late."
"True dat!”
”Yo! peep this...
Last night he took his ol girl out on a date."
''A date? Really? Mistah Worm?”
"Yup.
But it getz betta tho.
It wuz dare anniversary. Ol fool went to tha chapel an got married."
"MARRIED!!??"
"mmhmm."
"Where dey get married?"
"At dare special spot in tha apple orchard.
Mistah worm told me he and hiz girl are movin to the Big Apple.”
“Big Apple? Fah what?”
“He gunna work fah tha East New York Farms.  I guess hiz uncle Jim
got him in.”
“…Mista Worm…”

"Say, howz Mista Skunk doin?  He evah get clean?"
"I dont see much of him theez dayz.  Heard heez down on his luck. Evah since tha paper mill closed he aint been tha same.  Heez so stressed out he got mo white hairz than a polar bear.”
“Dammmnnn!!!”
”Sumone told me that heez a nasty lil ol drunk wit a funky attitude and a quick tempa!
No wunda hiz wife leftem.
My understandin iz he still outta work - rummigin through peoples junk - collectin cans, tryin to make a buck.
Itz a **** shame, aint it?"
"Uh huh."

"Howz Mista Rabbit?"
"Miiiista Rabbit! Oohh dat Mista Rabbit he dunn got himself a nasty habbit."
"Whys dat?"
"He be stealin outta Mizz Jonsens garden again.
Otha day Mizz Jonsen shooed him away chasin him down tha block wit a pair of ol rusty scissors in her hand."
"Scissors!!??"
"Yup. She told him next time he wont be so lucky wit out hiz foot."
"WHUT!!??  Whus dat suppose da mean?"
"I dunno.”
"Dat Mizz Jonsen gone crazy!!
She dunn lost her mind in her ol age.
She crazier than a ******* rat!
Man, when Mista Rabbit gunna learn?”
"I guess when he haz no foot."

"Say, you talk to Mista Squirrel at all?"
“Itz been sum time.”
“How wuz he doin?”
"Man, you know Mistah Squirrel.  He wuz all ova da place, or at least he wuz.  He alwayz be jumpin from one tree to tha next, alllllwayz tryin to get a nut or two.  Last I heard he got deported and now lives in anotha county.”
“Why iz dat?”
“He dunn got locked up fah breakin in a few too many attics. They finally caught him....Stoopid fool."
''****…”

"Nuff about tha neighbahood.  How you been?  Havent seen you inna while."
"Im still doin my thang, ya know.
Roamin from town ta town, chasin down tail."
"Yous still chillin in dem alleys too?"
"Fa sho!"
"Man, aint a **** thang changed wit chu.
Yous alwayz been a cool cat...”
entropiK Dec 2010
they wanna see me dead, puttin prices on my head,
spread da rumorz around town, like i fell down!
they can hold me down, they cant stop my shine!
they cant block my grind!
*
SHAWTY ITZ GAME TIME!!!
this aint even a ****** poem, lol
its a WAKA FLOCKA FLAME song,
but yehh. :)

just what it is.. lol
Isaiah Herpes Aug 2013
Today was grocery day.
I didn't want frozen pizzas or chips.
I wasn't looking for juices or dips.
All I was looking for were crackers, And crackers Is what I got.
Three boxes of Wheat thins.
The family sized Cheeze itz game me grins.
Tons and tons of triscuit crackers.
Gliding across the stores bar code trackers.
But best of all was my glorious box of Chicken in a Biskit.
Alexander Coy Apr 2016
3:45 A.M.

Hi. I kno itz been a while. im up l8. Thinkin of U. Yeah. U told me not to txt U ne more but i couldnt help it K? Dad keeps asking why we don't talk like we used 2. like when we were yungsters. i tell him itz cuz U found a GF. Itz not true. Itz hard for U. Hard for me 2. i still replay that night in my head. U came over. We watched horror movies all nite. Ur hand snuck up on me. It felt like a spider. i thought it wuz a spider. i screamed and U paused the movie n told me to shh. i did. Then i realized it was ur hand on my hand. i was scared at first. It wasnt rite. But i went along with it anyway. i was alone. No1 liked me at skool n U were ****. Then ur hand found itz way between my thighs n that was the 1st time i smiled n years...............i just miss U. i miss US. im still here 4 U, K? Letz talk.

4:13 A.M.

O n tell Auntie Jane i said hi plz k thnx bye
Ishshita Chanda Feb 2015
It been raining since a month
I wonder why??
Do you know why??
Ahh!! All seem to give the researchers ans
but i don't think so

Then i started spending my day in thinking and thinking,
And to wonder,it was so foolish of me wasting so much time in thinking,
when the ans to my question was simple
itz "us"
"us" it may be choking one right,
but the ans is obivus "us"

And if all have forgotten why so??
let me remind you all
we all are destroying our earth,
but how you may wonder

By polluting it with the smoke coming out from the monster blocks,
using the beautiful designer flower packet made of plastic which has became suicidal for our earth,
Turning the greenary into blue, yellow,red or white blocks

But we are blaming the one staying above the sky
instead we should blame "us"
but it doesn't matter eventually everything will get destroy

And this time i am telling you to know the condition around the world
And not to force you in changing anything
because we will still destroy and
our earth will still cry!!
MEMORIES DON'T MEAN MUCH; THE PAST WAS GOOD BUT NOW...WHO GIVES A ****
UNFORTUNATELY IM LOST N CONFUSED; DONT GET "HEARTFELT" NOT OVER U.
I DONT MEAN 2 B HARSH BUT I'VE KEPT IT REAL N WEN I TELL THE TRUTH IM JUST
SAYN HOW I FEEL.
U WERE MI 1ST ON ALOT OF THINGS; BT I TOLD U HOW I FEEL BOUT MEMORIES
TEAR DROPS ..NO MORE LEFT TO CRY; "I LOVE U" "I NEED U" NOTHING BUT AN ALLABI
NOT SAYIN ITZ NOT TRU CUZ BOI IF I WAS U I'D MISS ME TO. THE POINT IS I FEEL SO
BAD B CUZ I DO LOVE U BUT WE CUD NEVER B AGAIN. FORGIVE BUT DONT FORGET
HW COULD I, OVER A BOY I NEVER CRIED.
BUT DATS IN THE PAST; ONLY THING 2 D0 NOW IS LAUGH; NEVER AGAIN; I MUST ADMIT; OPEN MYSELF UP N GET PLAYED LIKE A *****; IM STICKING 2 BREEZY
IM GLAD I MET U N DATS SUM REAL SHYT THO;
"WHAT I WANT; SHUD NEVER HURT THIS BAD"
She saw me one way
Now she sees me in another
Because of what I had to say
she no longer wants me to bother

Mature relationships I hope to have
My time I continually bide
In the wise words of Corgen
Love is Suicide

A new chapter in an old story
Self-improvement is what I need
From the lips of a past evil  
Motivation and confidence is the key

So here I sit writing about my woes
she doesn't want me and that's okay
I'll find another friend who has no bo
Who actually likes what I have to say

I'm not bitter or resentful
I only wish I felt worthy
It's my fault itz seems
I let myself get curvey

Eureka, I've found it!
the life I must now live
one where I learn and be fit.
And meet those who do not shiv

It needs to be for me.
There should be a consensus
That the new life I forsee
Is not held on the fences

It's called self-actualization for a reason
A transformation done for me
My body's last days are up this season
I'll prove my worth and they'll all see
silasa Jun 2013
Jimmy please say you wait for me.....
i'l grow up some day you see,,
saving all my love just for you,
i''l b signed in love forever true......,


Jimmy was the guy ,whu lived next door ,
and i knew him since ,ten years of more,
i wrote him a letter one day ...
and this is wt all i hv to say.
he read dat note for once again ,
and then went over to my house next door,
tears fell down rim and tim,
and i told jimmy wat i hv to say.....

"Jimmy please say you wait for me.....
i''l grow uo some day you see,,
saving all my love just for you,
i''l b signed in love forever true.".....,



Jimmy said to me dear jonney you,
just forget me.. bye nd bye! coz
ur jst fifteen and i am twentytwo,
and my dear Jonney , i cant wait for you,
i have to leave my little home town,
to find me job and settel down....
he packed his clothes
and cought a plane,
and my heart was filled with his memories,
all the words dat jimmy said to me!

"Jimmy please say you wait for me.....
i''l grow uo some day you see,,
saving all my love just for you,
i''l b signed in love forever true."........
...........
............
.............
...........­..........
...................................


i said  to him...
dear jimmy u,please forget me ....
bye and bye!
tears fell dowm ...
rim and tim ...
and i told jimmy, what i have to say!

jimmy jimmy please dont cry ,
you forget me bye  and bye!
itz five years since u have been gone...
and i got married with  ,
your best friend john!
Stanislaw HHM Mar 2014
Hood boy -
meets posh girl.
Sorta a fairy tale u can call itz

He falls for her -
and she does too.
But she like him more like a toy

When she falls asleep in his arms -
he looks in her eyes while she purrs.
But how can a cat love a dog.

Posh cat and a hood dog -
It'll all just end in
- One great big fog.
She saw me one way
Now she sees me in another
Because of what I had to say
she no longer wants me to bother

Mature relationships I hope to have
My time I continually bide
In the wise words of Corgen
Love is Suicide

A new chapter in an old story
Self-improvement is what I need
From the lips of a past evil  
Motivation and confidence is the key

So here I sit writing about my woes
she doesn't want me and that's okay
I'll find another friend who has no bo
Who actually likes what I have to say

I'm not bitter or resentful
I only wish I felt worthy
It's my fault itz seems
I let myself get curvey

Eureka, I've found it!
the life I must now live
one where I learn and be fit.
And meet those who do not shiv

It needs to be for me.
There should be a consensus
That the new life I forsee
Is not held on the fences

It's called self-actualization for a reason
A transformation done for me
My body's last days are up this season
I'll prove my worth and they'll all see
Where the mind is without fear...
where the eyes are without tears...
When the world is without liars...
Itz only when people are with their dears,
Cometh this Beauty. Life is celebrated
There's an acclaimed short story namely "Aiibu and the Song of Life" written by me. This song /poem comes at the end of the story. It was actually written in telugu, a south Indian language, incidentally my mother tongue.

That story was such a hit  with my readers that it was shared by readers privately and at one time asked me to write more about the Characters. I have expanded it into 5 novels, which will come out soon starting this year internationally in multiple languages. One of them is a prequel and the rest 4 are sequels of that short.

The complete song which is more refined will be in Novels. The short Song (first stanza is posted here)
ConnectHook May 2023
Oh oh my identity
You must recognize me
Fashist is bad
We am good
We is genderqweer
We am POC
Whiten mens is dangerous
Bee more GenderRaceIdentity konshus

This are POETRY.
Feel me.
Modernist is a visual artist, poet, and contemporary identity to foist upon others, then complain about when they do not respond correctly. It earned its MFA in poetry from the traditional territory of the Ts’umpa peoples (now Rubber Band of First-nation Indigenous Indigents, Choctaw White Folks of Greater Oklahoma, and United Kazoo Band of Minnehahaha) and Tsoy Tzaw’z peoples (Mushu, Mixed Happy Family Kung-pao). It writes semi-coherent verse about genderfluid alienation, belonging, and inability to write poetry.

Drivel is a queer poetess, spelunker, living caricature, and weekend gynecologist with a private practice in identity-mongering. She lives with her aging but sassy Purple Republican “Mitch”, a friendly 80-pound lapdog. Recent work can be found in Better Not Review, Austin Journal of Berkeley at Cambridge, Cute Made-up Online Journal Name, and in the shredder behind the water cooler in that weird room off the English Lit. department.

Modernist and Drivel team up for an excitingly dull LIVE POETRY event in which readers read from their own work for fifteen seconds and then answer questions for an additional ten hours after everyone sighs.

Modernist/Drivel Dream-team is interested in hearing from ALL writers except those who are not part of disenfranchised communities such as people of color, immigrant populations, native and indigenous people, LGBTQ+, d/Deaf and Disabled, strident psychopaths, non-tertiary people, members of non-dominant religious groups, women, Dreamers, formerly incarcerated women dreamers, white people who seem kinda too white, and more.
J Aug 2017
A formidable war,
Waged to control and contain,
To enslave and enrage.
Engaged.
xxxxxx
Never ending,
No peace allowed,
This is how ..... To destroy and control.
Puppets to a show,
Lambz to the slaughter.
Never again will they ..
.
Be safe.
They made their bedz ..... To lay.
Funny how timez ..... Stay the same.
Itz up and away??
No.
Remain caged.
Into the ring.
Until I conform again,
To their ..... Agenda?
No .....
I'll throw them all in the blender.
Well ..... I ..... Already Did.
They'll never see their ..... Actions,
Until it smashes them.
Scrambles for ..... Everything.
You'll end up with .....
.


..
.
Nothing in the end.
.....
.....
.....
.



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JaxSpade May 2020
It's ok
We can rollerskate

Hold hands
Like old times
When we used to date

It's a different age
                        but
Love is the same
If we do it
It's ok

We can rollerskate

I can roll with you
While the music tunes
               Our harmony

We can take off our shoes
Put on some skates and cruise
Like we used to do
Back when we could
Love

And rollerskate

Through the whole summer
Down on the Huntington Beach Pier
Ocean breeze salt in our hair

We can rollerskate
Me and my date
It's ok
It's not a crime
To ******* some wheels
And glide

Away

The speed of the day
Burning in the rays
Of Southern Californ

IA

It's ok
We can rollerskate
After COVID-19
goes away

We can rollerskate
Hold hands
Touch face
Just like the old days

When we used to love
And kick off our shoes
You know what I'm sayin'
What we could do

Rollerskate

Me
&
You

And the whole world
We're on top of

It's ok to love

And hold hands

   And rollerskate

      It's ok
If we do it
Gr8Ryzyngz Jul 2018
Mid morning Awakeningz to the sounds of drops on windowz amidst the angst of longitudinal infliktionz Rizing inching cruelly intended pleazurez deep in the spiral bindingz of a twisted spirituality preyz after praises of prayers headz held so high needz no occasion to rize yet and still motionless jirrations yeildz explosive erruptionz of spazmatic proportions. All contraktz signed eyez dotted and Teaze linez. I need you to tap my epicenter and tell me whatz at the core of my reigning? Do you mind me singing while you stroking? Aye Great Rizingz, water is wet when itz raining. Muah!!!
Gr8Ryzyngz Feb 2019
I won't see you slip
If you don't watch me falling
And say or do nothing
In my supernatural powers
To prevent it
Love me for me
IZ  my forever plea
Weather you in a box
Or rippin and runnin
Theze streets!
No perfection as perfectly
Created as she who've known
Not the zkarz of feeling jaded
In itz own image and likeness...

— The End —