Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Michael W Noland Sep 2012
[A] is for
An
Archer with
An
Arrow through his
Adams
Apple, very
Applicable, to the
Ample
Amounts of
Amiable
Attitude,
Adorning his heart, in
After
Action
Attributes, that impart, the
Admiration, of
*******, in this
Acting out of
Arrogance bit. he is,
Astute, in his
Allure, and
Aloof, in the
Air, of
Aspiration, in which, he was
Alienated in the
Agony, of
Asking
Assassins, the
Aforementioned. lights, camera,
Action. recipe of the
Ancient
Admirals of
Avian
Aliens, that
Attacked, with the
Arms and fists, of
Arachnids, now
Aching to be
Activated in sudden
Allegiance to the
Answers, of the truth.
Accumulating wealth for
Anarchy's of
Abating
Angels in
Atrophied,
Alchemical
Academies of the ever
After life .. . of silence.
****** strengthens in these
Accolades of violence, in
Alliance to
Appliances
Appearing in the
Arson of
Apathy, happily, to
Anguish in the
Amputation of my
Abdomen, if it meant i'm a real
American, even, when, only
Ash, remains.
Acclimating in its remains
Attained, the
Articles of my pain, in
Affluent shame, next time ..
Aim... oak
[A]?

[B] is for the
Bah of
Black sheep, and
Big
Bit¢hes, fat cats,
Bombarded in the
Blasted,
Bastion of
Blackened
Benevolent
Blokes,
Berating the
Blasphemous,
Be-seech, of
Brains, to feel
Bad, about the
Blotching of
Binary codes, erroding, the
Blanked out
Books, of
Belittled
Bureaucrats,
Bowling
Back the
Bank rolls of
Betterment, from the
Back of the
Blackened
Bus, as i'm
Busting guts, in the
Bubbling
Butts, of *****
Benched, but
Beautiful, in the
Battle, in the
Bane, of existence.
Baffled, in the strain of
Belligerence, in
Beating the
Beaming
Butchery into
Billy's
Broken
Brains, in
Bouts, of
Battering
Bobby's for
Bags of
*******
Before, affording to
Build
Bombs, is just
Beyond
Breaking
Beer
Bottles on the
*******
Benefactors of
Boulder
Bashing with the
Beaks, of
Birds, with no
Bees. just a
Being, trying to
[B]


[C] is for the
*****
Courting the
Choreography, in
Computerized
Curtains,
Circumventing the
Cultured,
Contrivance of
Chromatic
Cellars,
Calibrating, to the
Contours of
Calamities,
Celebrating the
Cyclical,
Cylinders of
Cyphered
Calenders,
Correcting the
Calculations, of
Crooks
Coughing, in
Courageous
Coffins of
Canadians,
Collecting
Cobble stones, from
Catacombs, in the lands of the
Conquered,
Capturing the
Claps of thieves, sneaky
Cats, of greed. its
Comedy. oh
Comely, to my
Cling of
Cleanliness, and for your self
[C]

[D] is for the
Dip *****, as they
Delve
Deeper in the
Deliverance, of
Deviant
Deities,
Dying to
Demand
Dinner
Delivered in the throws of
Death,
Deceiving
Defiance of
Darkened
Dreams,
Demeaning that which
Deems the
Dormant of the
Dominant, to be
Demons of
Deviled
Devilry,
Dooming us for
Destruction.
Deploy the,
Damsels in
Duress.
Defiled and
Distressed,
Detestable and
Dead. in the thump of
Drums,
Dumbing down the
Debts of,
Dire regrets.
Dissect the
Daisies of,
Disillusion, in the current
Days,
Diluting night into
Dawn,
Disconnecting the
Dots of the
Dichotomy, and arming me, in the
Diabolatry, of,
Demonology, as i watch me
Dwindle away, the
[D]

[E] is for
Everything in nothing,
Eating the
Euphoric
Enigmas of
Enlightened
Elitists,
Exceeding in the
Extravagant
Essence of
Esoteric
Euphemisms,
Escaping the
Elegance of the
Elements in the
Eccentricity of
Eclectic
Ecstasy,
Exhaling, the
Exostential blessings, of inner
Entities, and renouncing the
Enemies of my
Ease,
Easily to appease
Extraterestrial
Empires,
Extracting the lost
Embers of
Enlightenment, in
Excited delight, but to later
Entice, the fight, and
Escape, like a thief into the night of
Everywhere,
Entering the
Exits of
Elevators leading no where, to
Elevate, this useless place,
Encased in malware in the
Errant
Errors of
Every man,
Enslaved, of flesh and
Entrails,
Enveloping the core of
Everything, that matters,
Enduring, the chatter, of
Evermore,
Ever present in
Everybody
Ever made to take
[E]

Funk the
Ferocity of
Foolish
Fandangos, with
Fanged
Fanatics,
Fooled in the
Fiasco of
Fumbled
Fantasies,
Falling through the
Farms of
Freely
Found
Fans,
Flying in the
Fame of
Fortune.
Fornicating on the
Fallen
Fears of
Fat
Fish getting their
Fillet of
Fills.
Feel me in the
Frills

Granted with
Generosity.
Giblets of
Gratitude and
Greed,
Greeting the
Goop and
Gobbled
Gore,
Gleaned from the
Glamour of
Ghouls in
Gillie suits,
Getting what they
Got
Going, in the
Gratuitous
Gallows of a
Game
Gaffed by
Giants.

Hello to the
Horizon of
Hellish
Hilarity, in
Hope of
Happy, to
Heave from
Heifers, to
Help the
Hemp
Harshened
Hobos in
Heightened
Horror, to
Honor the
Habitats of
Hapless
Habituals,
Herbalising the work
Horse, named
Have Not, in the
Haughtily
Hardened
Houses of
Happenstance.

Ignore the
Ignorant
Idiots, too
Illiterate to
Indicate the
Indicative
Instances of
Idiom in the
Irrelevant
Inaccuracy of
I,
In the
Intellect of
Idle
Individuals,
Irritated with the
Irate
Illusion of
Idols
Illustrated upon the
Iris,
In the
Illumination of
I.

******* the
Jobless
Jokers, and
Jimmy the
Jerkins from their
Jammie's, in
Justified,
Jousting off the
Jumps, in
Jokes, and
Jukes of
Just
Jailers,
Jesting for
Jammed
Jury's to
****
Judgment from the
Jitter
Juiced
Jeans of
Jesus.

**** the
Keep of
Khaki-ed
Kool aid men,
Kept in the
Kilometers of
Kits,
Kin-less
Kinetics,
Knifing the
Knights of
Kneeling
Kinsmanship,
Keeling over the
Keys of
Kaine, with the
Karmic
Karate
Kick of a
Kangaroo.

Love the
Levity, in the
Luxurious
Laments of
Loveliness,
Lovingly
Levitating in
Level,
Lucidly.
Living in
Laps, of
Lapses,
Looping, but
Lacking the
Loom of the
Latches
Locked with
Leeches of the
Lonely
Lit
Leering of
Lightly
Limbs, that
Lash at the
Lessers in
Loot of
Lost letters,
Lest we
Learned in the
Lessons of
Liars.

Marooned in
Maniacal
Masterpieces,
Masqueraded as
Malignant
Memorization's of
Motionless
Mantras, but
Merrily
Masking
Mikha'el the
Mundane, who is
Musically
Mused of
Monsters,
Mangling the
Monitor, but
Maybe just a
Moniker of
Marauders.

Never to
Navigate the
Nautical
Nether of
Never
Nears.
Not to
Nit pic the
Naivety of
Nicety.
Notions
Neither take
Note
Nor
Name the
Noise of
Nats in the
Nights of
Neanderthals
Napping in the
Nets of
Ninjas

Ominous in the
Obvious
Omnipotence of
Oblivious
Obligatory
Opulence,
Of
Other
Oddly
Orchards
Of
Offices,
Ordaining
Orifices in
Offers of
Ordinary
Ordinances in
Option-less
Optics,
Optionally an
On-call Oracle, in
Optimal,
Overture.

Perusing the
Pestilent
Pedestals of
Personal,
Parameters,
Pursuing the
Petty
Plumes of
Piety with the
Patience of a
Pharaoh,
******* on the
People with the
Penal
Pianos of
Port-less
Portals, in the
Paperless
Points in the
Palpal
Pats of
Pettiness.
Poor, but
Prideful.

Quick to
Qualify the
Quitter for a
Quick
Quill in
Queer
Quivering of
Quickened
Questioning,
Queried in the
Quakiest of
Quandaries.
Quarantined to a
Quadrant, of
Quagmires.
Questing the
Quizzing of
Quotable
Quartets.

Relax in the
Relapse of
Realizations, and
React with
Racks of
Rolling
Rock to
Rate the
Rep of the
Rain-less.
Roar in
Rapturous
Rendering of the
Random
Readiness in the
Ravenous,
Rallying, of the
Retinal
Refracting of
Reality.
Realigning, the
Righteous
Rearing of the
Realm, and
Retrying.

Steer the
Serenity in
Sustainability, and
Slither through the
Seams of
Slumbered
Scenes.
Secrete the
Solo
Sobriety of
Sapped
Sassys,
Salivating upon a
Slew of
Stupidity,
Steadily
Supplied in
Stream,
Suitably
Slain in the
Steam of
Sanity.
Sadly, i
Still
Seem,
Salvagable.

Topple
The
Titans in
Tightened
Terror.
Torn
Territories
Turn
Turbulent in
The
Teething of
Totality.
The
Telemetry of
Time,
Tortured of
Torrent
Theories,
Told in
Turrets of
Transpiring
Terribleness, from
Tumultuous
Tikes unto
Teens,
Trading
Toys for
Tea.
Thrice
Thrusted upon by the
Tyranny of
Tanks.

Unanimous is the
Ugliness in the
Undertones of
Undreamed
Ulteriors
Undergoing the
Unclean in the
***** of
Utterly
Upset
Users,
Uplifting the
Unfitting
Ushers in
Underwear-less,
Ulcers,
Undergoing the
Ultra of
Uberness.

Venial in
Vindictive
Viciousness of
Vindicated
Venom,
Venomously
Vilifying the
Vials of
Villainy in the
Veins of
Vampires,
Validity of
Valuable
Violence, is
Valiant in the
Vaporous
Vacationing of
Vagrant
Vices.

Why
Whelp in the
Weather
When you can
Wave to the
Whirling
Wisps,
Whipping Where the
Whimsical Were
Way back in the
Wellness of
Whip its,
Wrangling my
World,
With
Waterless
Worms, as
War shouts are
Wasted in the
Wackiest
Walks of
Waking
Wonder.

Xenophobic
Xenogogue, of
Xenomorphic
Xeons, turn
Xyphoid, in the
Xenomenia of my
X, my
Xenolalia of
X, to
***. im lost in the
Xenobiotic zen of
Xerces, on a
Xebec to the
X on the map.
Xenogenesis, in the
Xesturgy of my
Xyston
Xd

Yelling
Yearned from
Yelping.
Yard
Yachts
Yielding, to the
Yodel of
Yeah
Yeahs, to the
Yapping of
******
Yuppie
Yoga
Yanks, over
Yonder.
Yucking it up with the
Yawn of a
Yocal.

Zapped from a
Zone i
Zoomed with
Zeal in the
Zig and
Zag of my
Zapping
Zimming
Zest, upon a
Zombie-less
Zeplin.
Zealot,
Zionist, or
Zoologists,
Zeros or ones, just
Zip your
Zip locked. and
Zzzzz
Zzzz
Zzz
Zz
Z
Zero
this is a work in progress
Olivia McCann Sep 2014
Maybe my writing
Will improve
When strewn over
Blue lined graph paper,
Tiny boxes,
Coaxing out order,
Perhaps even
Clarifying boundaries
Between crazed truth,
And detrimental lies.

The grid putting
Poem in context,
Poem like graph,
Displaying
Levels of THC
Depression
Number of Kisses
Tears Cried
Outliers of secrets uttered.
Box and whisker plot
Displaying anxiety,
Skewed data toward extremes.

No.
Linear writing would
Reveal the chaos inside.
I can't fit the poems
To the squares.
A graph can't really cry
The way a person can.
There's a losing feeling
Etched in pen
On a harshly graded
Parcel of mathematical quizzing
That a poem has no place to
Instill in me.

And no one would
Be able to read my work
The way they tell you to show it.
My poems have no color coding.
Definition between data
Becomes hazy as
Layers of black are added
In empty,
All encompassing anger.
And I smoke while I write tonight,
Haze growing,
Lines wobbled,
And I may have put a poem
On a piece of graph paper
But it's nothing like the math homework
That stays in my backpack.
Needless to say, I wrote this on graph paper.
Astonishing
Bewildering
Caring
Dissing
Educating
Fulfilling
Gravi­tating
Healing
Inspiring
Joking
Keeping
Loving
Motivating
Naming
­Organising
Praising
Quizzing
Restoring
Smiling
Trusting
Uplifting­
Varying
Willing
Xoxo-ing
Yelling
Zesting
She bleeds through veins that have been retrofitted for our future,

A running methamphetamine that never tires and always keeps steady pulse,

Excitedly,

Beating,

Torn blue jeans, pant legs rolled up into shorts,

Slaving,

It isn’t about me,

It isn’t about me,

Selfless smile,

It isn’t about me.

A **** hunch, quizzing over an unstained oak desk of etchings,

First place to my second centered in the middle.

A posture for quizzing- a leaning first grader.

None greater.

If she is overcast, there exists none grayer.

But I dig deep and find a kaleidoscope,

At that moment, I look at the light,

It’s true,

It isn’t about me.
Jess Feb 2021
Your self-worth quizzing
the Unquantifiable
cannot fit the box.
Feb 17, 2021
Erin Sep 2013
You taunt me, your

perfection,

your tan skin glows like a god's.

your legs pale with a criss-crossing of

light brown hair,

a furry overcoat.

Your veiny forearms

and blotchy red face, pink with

acne and scars.

Chapped lips and eyebrows

forever quizzing what has been said,

artificial black hair gelled into

stiff shapes.

I could look at you

forever

but you still seem to

puzzle me.
September 26, 2013 /itsjusterin
Satsih Verma Sep 2016
The great lines, you quote, don't
stir me... you know my vexation,
with the twinkling lights, that don't move.
The colors, don't mix... I move
from death to death, to understand
life, and fail miserably. The body
does not open. Seducers
ready to jump for a bite, to tear
off my columns, my domes.

Yes, I give, give away my precious
heart, time, my infallible attention
to heal you.I don't demand any
dough, remaining in penury, do not
ask for the factors. My arithmetic
has failed. Cannot solve the puzzles
lost in maze of juggleries.

It was your world. I am living
at a binary planet, scarcely habitable.
Yet I am happy in myself
looking at the grains of sand on my
hands. You know, you cannot
write like me... like me.
A Whisky Darkly May 2015
i'm sitting in my truck
perdition by my side
the wanderers shuffle past me
quizzing at my universe, which must seem out of place here
i watch them walk away
and disappear into the darkness
of a city burning
under a cruel sun
Terry Collett Jun 2014
Who was that?
Netanya asked

who was whom?
I said

that *****
who has just
dropped you off
in her car
she said

O her
she gave me
a lift home
from the store

what did you do
at the store
that she needs
to give you a lift
in her car?
she said

I work at the store
she said
can I give you
a life home?

O sure
what else
did you give her
to make her
so grateful?

she gave me a lift
because she was going
my way
I said

do you fancy her?
does she get
your pecker going?
Netanya said
in her tight voice

I walked to the fridge
and took out a beer
pulled the ring
on the lid
and took a sip

she's four months pregnant
I said
walking to the sitting room
and sitting down

yours I suppose
she said
she stood with her hands
on her hips
her eyes darkening

no of course not
I barely know her
she works
in Home ware

I bet you've
given her one
Netanya said

I looked
at her frizzy hair
dark but greying

you know I wouldn't
I said

how do I know
what you get up to
at the store?
she replied

I don't fancy any
of the dames
at the store
I lied

Netanya walked off
her backside swaying
like a ship
on stormy seas

thoughts of the young dame
on Perishables
buzzing like bees.
A MAN AND HIS WIFE AND THE LIFT HOME.
Anais Vionet Feb 2023
It’s Sunday morning, about 8am. My BF Peter and I we’re doing our laundry. Most of the time, we spent in my dorm common room, sitting side by side on a red corduroy couch, while our clothes washed, and then tumbled away in the dryer. If you want privacy on a college campus, or to do laundry in peace, avoiding the weekend laundry rush, do it before 10am.

"Why do you wear these," Peter asked, pulling and lightly snapping the hair-band on my wrist.
I pull my hand back, protectively. "If I don’t have a hair-band on my wrist I feel out of control."

There’s a new me. I’d decided - civilized, unemotional, clear-sighted.
"I've got a lot to do before summer,” Peter said earlier, “so I made a spreadsheet.”

I felt a shadow pass over me - our future is, at best, undecided. So, I shifted gears, the way the new me is trying to do lately.
“A Spreadsheet!” I said, like I approved, and he grinned. I’d made him happy. This is what adults do, I’d decided, they have civilized conversations where decisions were made or avoided - but there was a small, dark thing in my heart.

I got a text from our dryer saying our clothes were dry, so we headed down. I love the smell of fresh laundry and the feeling of shaved legs against fresh bed sheets - a luxurious combination no guy will ever understand. I made a mental note to shave my legs later.

The last couple of weeks I’ve been working on summer fellowship applications. A successful summer fellowship is one of those things I’ll need when I apply for med-school - like grades, faculty letters, physician recommendations, community service, a great MCAT score, bla bla bla.

My mom knows the 200 things med-schools use to cleave away pretenders and she’ll rattle them off upon request and sometimes over groaning protests.

What I need, ideally, this summer, are clinical experience hours. There’s not much at stake, just my future, the respect of the faculty, and the begrudging acknowledgement of my pre-med peers. My mom was quizzing me on my progress last night. I confirmed that all the applications were in and I ended with, “I haven’t slept with anyone yet, to gain advantage - but we’re still early in the process.”

She was not amused.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge:Cleave: “to divide as if by a cutting blow”
Cíara McNamara Sep 2014
I must admit – to other perfect strangers
Never to you, the stranger who wasn’t really stranger,
I was only stranger to you –
Your game was impressive last night,
Your wit and charm, like the prince himself
Your efforts most admirable, quizzing my friends
Then to recite the most beautiful, perfect poetry to me

That star-like glitter in your eyes, like night sky
Caused a secret smile and sudden thuds of my heart.
I know by evening end, when drunken bodies worshiped other guests
And I was still ignoring you, not hard to get, just leaving you a fool
You must have cursed me – or seen me as an excessive ***** –
Slight apologies for not bowing and giving you simple bliss.

Truth is – I desired you so desperately –
Every inch of your imperfect body – all the morsels of your soul
To invite you in and worship you, love you and lay with you
‘Til morning would steal our drunken pleasings
And leave us with awkward reckless, though perfect memories –

You were no stranger to me though,
And it cleft my heart and darkened my soul that I was stranger to thee.
When we were sixteen we were so in love –
Or so future revealed, I with you – you with other girls
I lay on your floor shedding tears, like an animal hairs
Begging you to still love me, to entertain my pleading even.

So last night – as cruel as it is
While you forgot the many kisses I had traced on your lips
And the stories I drew on your spine –
I smiled because even though I was stranger,
Finally -
it was you, whom begged for me.
periodontal disease the bane
of **** Sapiens,
   and many a canine species
   such as Great Dane

or an alien pet smart tumblr trying to feign
bing the best faux pas footed friend
   to kind hearted primates of man kind,
   which latter perhaps an aristocratic
   Anglo Saxon overlord
   generously re pay hay'n

his/her diligent indentured serfs,
   and more importantly air
unlimited pro bono dental care
at Ivy League storied University of Pennsylvania

   School of Dentistry
   which demonstrably crafts aspiring
   reputable Dentists,
   many anon dis track did Engineer
or among other additional
   competitive uber pursuits

   nonetheless, said accredited blessed charges
   per this institution of higher learnin'
   paying back every single buck
renown for plethora of duck
quacking supremely smart graduated students
   drooling to bark out

   bone a fide intelligence fluct
chew waiting genius stratosphere
   comprising grueling vetting process
   scoring acceptance,

   a combination menu demanding
   eminent genetic luck
incorporating top notch
   flying colors and pluck

   initial pre admission screening interview
   (from prospective students
   leaving a positive first impression stuck
   thru rigorous quizzing presentation paces),

   which gauntlet on par with Olympic ardor  
   assiduously, modestly,
   swimmingly convincing board
   with collective listening ear
  
   comprising decision makers, judging fair
   how fated genetic sprig wrought
   (from imponderable hereditary blend his/her
   that above average intelligent head gear

to be applied at afore
   mentioned die hard lessons here
trials and tribulations didst ap pear
at timely juncture at me then young life

   when onset
   of periodontal disease didst rear
innocuously unbeknownst then,
   that...nada one tooth experts could spare
though grievously sad to bid teeth adieu

     now, tis gratitude these words
   pour favor at a tear
and second to none false teeth
   at age LIX doth veer
rill lee inspire this
   very satisfied patient
   February of 2018th year.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
back in the day
aye gladly placed trust
   asper resigned then questionable oral fate
   before hairs turned gray

joining high achiever pact (and pack)
to endure academic gauntlet
   divesting global incentive
   with alacrity, humility, tenacity
and thus this poetic disquisition

to pay homage to aspiring successful
   and alumni sporting ring of brass
aye honor within elite chattering class
   one significant summa *** laude graduate
   sum decades ago,

   perhaps reclining, reflecting, and reimagining
   latex  gloved gloved hands (now retired)
   'pon some tropical island paradise,
   or freshly mown grass

incognito with sun glasses
   revels Doctor John Brent
   perchance bred (bingo) begot astute lass
or lad exemplary instructing

   thru his own blood, sweat and tears
who (for x number of years)
   treated patients in an ever growing mass
sieve lee tending a family dental practice
   within Harleysville, Pennsylvania

asserted superb reference (on my behalf)
   via telephone to Doctor Montgomery
(aye presume) also enjoying
   his twilight phase (if alive - I hope).
My Lord, I am ready
for the case, my task,
but unfit for the tough
questions you ask.

A lawyer was standing
in a court one day,
and ready for his brief
his defense to play.

But when the Hon'ble
judge began to speak,
The lawyer found himself
in problem so meek.

I am ready to argue ,
your honor, my lord,
but often I find your
quizzing like a sword.

When it comes to
responding your doubt,
Finding new case laws
not easy , I shout.

For they are like razors,
so pointed , so strong,
And I am not ready for
the answers they long.

I prepare for the task
to my knowledge, in hand,
No interest in justice,
client's profit beforehand.

But I am not up for it ,
may  make  mistake.
May lose my client,
I fear, for heaven's sake.

How  can I  avoid your
quizzing, your way?
For facing your questions,
my client does pay.

Hence, I am just  here ,
and rising  to the test.
Shall be facing Lord's
hammer, and do my best.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved
clear conscience Jun 2020
the democratic convention under the deck
———————————————————


all kinds have registered their displeasure
with the arrival of the human menagerie,
their boisterous ways, jive not with the quietus
of the island paradise, and under the shady deck
where the convention conversations are held...

open to all but the factions forming, squirrels most
populous, demand the gavel and the chairmanships,
because they breed best, knowledges of the yard
terrain, par excellent, have climbed every tree,
show no fear, boldly jumping on the chaise lounge
occupant by the lady of the house, quizzing her with a
side-tilted glance of what are YOU doing here????

they like their acorns from the Oaks, their fav poem
Acorns in August, naturellement, naturellement,
leaving the beheaded remains of the acorns devoured,
everywhere, to obtain maximum annoyance from them
interlopers human, delighting in the foul mouthed exclamations,
when their ugly footed bottoms, unshod, meet the pointy part,
proving squirrels natural ability to govern the swap infected
by the two legged in-cursors, who have annoyed for forty years...

the rabbits, seek alliances, they live full time neath the deck,
making babies, so cute, getting bolder as they get older, hopping
unashamedly across the deck, eliciting oohs and has, of the children,
who blissfully unaware, all this creatures carry the ticks of Old Lyme.
Though unnumbered, the rabbits, fat, throw their heft around,
promising to drain the backyard of the invading hordes, with their
smelly sun tan lotions and outrageously ugly bathing towels...

called to order by the light of the flickering television, a fire signal
that the humans are in for the night, won’t notice the shouting and
shoving not so cute, tween the factions.  Animals behaving like
humans, what a lowly sad sight, deals and promises made, give
me a hundred Likes, ten repostings, and five 😊, say the hedgehog,
who rarely appears but boy is he big and has capital to lend to anybody
who will give him what he wants...

the field mice, have little-power, their diminutive constituency, not
so useful, as they no longer make the female humans, shriek, nah,
now they are cute, until they chew the wires in the basement, and
hide their tennis socks in spidery corners where they leave them to
yellow, corrode, unravel, unfit for human footage anymore;
and while these weakfish of the under-deck, their longevity of encroachment must be respected for they have been since time immemorial, which nobody remembers exactly how long that is exactly...

called to order, resolution on the floor, who shall lead the charge,
plan the plan to drain away the inhuman interference for once and
forevermore; but the conventional dialogue interruptus,  by an unfamiliar voice: a scouting party sent, like the spies of the Israelites, fails to return, another party formed and returns, with woeful news, of a white van truck,stenciled in black death,
                 The East End Pest Company (Exterminators)
has been invited in, and sadly nobody of the animal world has in their possess, a dictionary or vocabulary so large that the word, exterminate, strikes a note of danger!

the booing and brawling silenced, the political skullduggery is replaced
by the sad quietude, until the insect kingdom returns to reclaim the lands,
they were driven from many decades earlier, and they big human eavesdroppers, well, they know that word well and won’t make the same mistake twice! but then from above, between a crack, come a tumbling a business, white, from the deck o the below deck, in hand upon the back write these words:

See ya next week!
We leave your property

as clear as our conscience


p.s. for security reasons, conventions are held now every four years,
the location unrevealed, until, the very last minute
Big Virge Jun 2019
What ... In This Life ... ?
Is It Right To ... " Expect " ... ?
  
Well .....  
One Thing FOR SURE ... !!!  
    
One Day ... " YOU'LL BE DEAD !!! "  
    
" Morbid " ... I KNOW ... !!!!!  
    
But We've ... ALL Got To Go ... !!!!!!  
    
This Isn't A Subject ...  
For ... PARANOID FOLK ... !!!!!  
    
" I'M NOT GONNA DIE !  
I'M NOT GONNA FRY !    
I'M BEGGING YOU GOD !  
I WANT ONE MORE TRY ! "
    
" Why should I let you ?  
Your life's been, a lie. "  
    
Did You Expect THAT ... ?  
    
NO ... !!!  

Neither Did ... " I " ... !!!  
    
Sometimes ...  
I'm Quite SHOCKED ...  
By The Words That I Write ... !!  
    
It's SHOCKING I Know ...  
My ... Poetic Flow ... !!!  
    
Cos' Many Still Think ...  
Most Blacks ... Just Sell Coc'...  
    
Or ....  
EVEN WORSE Still ...  
    
Have ....  
NO STRENGTH of ... WILL !!!  
    
Well ....  
Here's A ... NEWSFLASH ... !!!!!!!!!  
    
I've Now ... Had My Fill ...  
of These ... " Stereotypes " ...    
White Folks Have ... "Instilled" ...    
In ... Weak Peoples Minds ...  
    
Since We've Had .....  
    
" SANDS OF TIME ...................... "  
    
So Now I'm ... ATTACKING ...  
This NONSENSE ... In Rhyme ...  
    
NOT ... Every Black Man ...  
Is Living ... " Off Crime " ... !!!  
    
But .....  
How Many Whites ... ?  
Are ... " Government Slime " ... ???  
    
How Many Are ... " Guys " ... ?  
In .... " Corporate Ties " ... ?  
    
THESE Are The People ...  
Who ... Tell The World LIES ... !!!  
    
I'm ...
SICK of This BULL ...  
    
" Some white guys are nice ! " ...  
    
I'm Sure That Some Are ... !!!  
    
I Think That's Like Saying ...  
That ... ******* Have CLASS ... !?!  
    
CLASS ... Is A Farce ... !!!!!  
    
and THAT Is My View ...    
    
But ...
Don't EVER Expect ...  
ALL Black Men Are ... " Fools " ...    
    
A White Guy I Worked With ...  
Was ... Talking With Me ...  
    
I Was ... Telling Him ...  
Why I ... DON'T LIKE POLICE ... !!!!!  
    
He Quickly ... Retorted ...      

" We Need them to Live !!! "  
    
So ....  
Then It ... Began ...  
    
I said ....  
    
"Listen young man,  
they're just a street gang."  
    
That's When I Got ...    
.... " SHOCKED " .... !!!!!  
    
cos' That's When He Said ...  

" HIS DAD WAS A COP ! "  
    
I Just Said ... " Really ?!? " ...  
    
He said ...  

" He used to be, but these days    
he's working, for the. M.O.D. "  
    
I said ....  
    
" Yeah that's great,  
I Still, DON'T LIKE POLICE ! "  
    
I Then Explained ... WHY ...  
    
I've Had Police ... TRY ... !!!  
The Usual ... " Old Line " ... !!!  

" You look like a guy,  
who's just done a crime ... "
    
They've Acted Like ... Berks ...  
When I've ... Been In My Merc' ... !!!!!  
    
Quizzing Me ... In The Morning ...  
RIGHT OUTSIDE ... My Work ... ?!!!?  
    
So What Do You Think ...  
My White Colleague said ... ?!?  

" WHEN YOU LOOK LIKE    
YOU DO, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT !?! "  
    
We Were ... " On The Phone " ...  
Otherwise ... He'd Be RED ... !!!!  
    
Because of The ... GRIP ...  
I'd of Had ... ROUND HIS NECK ... !!!!!  
    
Cos' ...

What He Was Saying ...  
Is ... I Should ... EXPECT ...    
To ... NOT EVER GET ...    
A Little ... RESPECT ... !!! ? !!!  
    
He Said ...  

" He was joking    
to just, get me vex ! "  
    
Well ....

This Was His Aim ...  
But ... I Wasn't Upset ...  
cos' ... Funny Enough ...  
    
It's What I ... " Now Expect " ... !!!  
    
From ... IGNORANT Whites ...    
Who Are ... " WHITER Than WHITE " ...    
    
So ...
That's When I Said ...  

" Your father must be,  
a REALLY COOL GUY,  
to stand up and tell,  
on, Racist Police Guys !  
cos', this is the breed,  
that's kept in PIG STYS !!!"  
    
I Left Him To ... " Dwell " ...  
On The Idea of ... " Cells " ...    
Where Black Men Have DIED ... !!!  
and Police Said .... " HE FELL ?!? " ...    
    
I've Now ...    
Learnt A Lesson ... !!!  
I'll ... NEVER FORGET ... !!!!!  
    
When Speaking To People ...  
    
On THIS ... YOU CAN BET ... !!!!!  
    
Most People ... " BELIEVE " ...    
Their House Is ... PERFECT ... !!!  
    
and Don't Like To Hear ...  
A View That ... " Suggests " ...    
Some Things In Their House ...    
May Have Some ... DEFECTS ... !!!!!    
    
People of ... ALL SECTS ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!  
NEED .... REALITY CHECKS .... !!!    
    
And THIS ...
Is Now Something ...  

I've Come To ........  
    
....... " Expect " .......
A lot of things inspired this, the conversation in particular, and now, in the light of films like, " When They See Us... ", one has to wonder what, as a young black male, you can expect from all sects, in terms of treatment ?

ESPECIALLY From, The Feds' ... !?!
Fingerprints of two
Don't match
O no one has the
Same genes
O quizzing
Is in his blood line
Not mine
Feeling bizarre?
O in this world
You find many similar ones
If not equal
Just like similar triangles
Not all of them
Are congruent
Similarity is in
Abundance
Let us all come together
To make this world
A better place
Every cloud has a silver lining,
You know
But every person also does
Let's combine
All of these precious things
The best of each one of us
To create a perfect
Harmonic equation
O if you can't find them
You are probably
Veiled disillusioned
But try at least
At least
We won't need
The Kalinga war
To change you
From chandasoka
To dhammasoka
O let all the bherighosa(sound of war drums)
Become dhammaghosa(sound of peace)
O peace has a sound?
Yes ,it does
Telling us
O you are the beloved of the gods
Devanampiya Piyadassi!
As a lactose intolerant
     cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
     ("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
     I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
     of Hani La (vanilla),

     this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
     watering chiefly hanker
     for milch of
     human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
     skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made

     sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
     of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
     and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking

     trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
     thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
     to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
     massaging, and kneading

     dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
     which seems tubby
     in axis Sybil for Nick -
     A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
     frantically, gingerly, and
     haphazardly kickstarting
***** riot with this feeble attempt

     for a firm hut heave action,
     one docile male member
     devoid of livingsocial,
     hence aye ****
     sitter ring joining

a nunnery, which
     would be habit chilly unfitting,
     and very un convent
     shin null for a poetic ending!
Big Virge May 2020
Ya Know I'm A Man of CONVICTION...
Whose NOT Been In PRISON... !!!!!

Because I Condition My Body And Mind...
To AVOID.................... FOOLISH Fights... !!!!!
That CLEARLY AREN'T Wise... !!!!!

My Conviction In Life...
Is To Use Peaceful Vibes...
To Help Me... LIVE RIGHT... !!!!!

However THAT Line I Think You Will Find...
Is NOT How I Ride When Temperatures RISE... !!!!!

I Am A BIG GUY So... You Should Play NICE... !!!
And Make Me Wear SMILES Cos' FROWNS Are The Guide...
That I'm Getting STRESSED And About To Get VEX... !!!!!!

And TRUST In THIS Text...
ANYTHING Could Come Next... !!!!

But As I First Said...
My Convictions EMBRACE...
A More... " Peaceful Place "...

But When It Comes To... My Wordplay...
My Convictions DISPLAY An ARRAY of Thought Waves...
ANALYTICAL and CRITICAL of How We Live Today... !!!

CONVICTIONS Now CONDITIONED...
To Play... Society's Games...

"DON'T SAY THIS ! DON'T SAY THAT !" ...

"Say THAT AGAIN, You'll Face My GAT !" ...

I'm Sad To Say Such Vibes Are FACT...
With... NOT ENOUGH CONVICTIONS...
That Put THESE FOOLS In PRISON... !!!!!

TOO MANY HOLD Convictions...
With Missions NOT To Listen... ?!?
A Conviction LACKING Wisdom...
And OPEN Minded... Visions...
Allowing For MORE THINKING.................

And Thought That's...

.............. NOT CONDITIONED............. !!!!!!

Like THOSE Who Stay... "IMPRISONED".... !?!
Within A World That's....... " sinking "........ !!!!

Like Ships On Television...
Or Cinema BIG SCREENS...

Do You See What I Mean... ???

My Convictions... LEAN...
To CONNECTABLE Seams... !!!!!
While SOME It Seems NOW LEAN With Teams...
Where Thoughts NOW RECEDE...
From THEOLOGICAL Themes...

Like... " Adam and Eve ".... ?!?

What Am I SEEING... ?!?

" Genevieve and Eve And Adam and Steve "... !?!

Well Virge DON'T Sway My Game's STILL STRAIGHT...
When It Comes To *** GAMES And Talk About Race... !!!

It Seems SOME... "hide positions"...
Where Racism's CONDITIONED... !!!!!

While OTHERS HOLD Opinions...
That Racism's NOW Slippin'........................... .................
Like DRIPPING In A Kitchen.... ?!!!?

So DOESN'T NEED To Be Spoken About... !?!
Tell THAT To The Fam' of MICHAEL BROWN... !!!!

A Young Man GUNNED DOWN By Police Who HOUND...
Young Blacks in Towns... Like They've ALWAYS DONE... !!!!

So...
What They Gonna Say NOW... !?!?!

THESE... CONDITIONED Mouths...
Who DON'T FACE Police Guns... !!!!!

What They CLAIM Is Like Saying...

RACISM Will Die... !?!
And CHAUVINISM ISN'T Part of Life... ?

Which IS... Just ANOTHER LIE... !!!!!

If THAT's What They Be Thinking...
Their ***** NEED ***** To Lick Em'... !!!!!
While Women Do... **** LICKIN'... !!!!!

These Lyrics I'm Now KICKIN'...
PROVE That I'm NOT Conditioned...
To ACCEPT Societies' Ways... !!!!!

IF Gay Folks Are THE SAME...
As EVERY OTHER Human Face... ?!?
CAN'T They TAKE LYRICISM...
That Gives Out CRITICISM...
of How They NOW Be Living...
IN FRONT of Peoples' Vision... ?!?

And Words From THOSE Now Quizzing...
From Muslim Crews To... Christians... ?!?

Whose FORMAT of... " Religion "...
Takes The STANCE of WOMAN and MAN...
As The FAMILY PLAN By Which They STAND... !???!

Which Can Be CONFIRMED... " HISTORICALLY "... !!!!

That's EQUALITY To ME...
That STANDS FIRM and TALL...
EQUALITY... For ONE And ALL... !!!!!

NOT Something That LEANS...
When Traditions FALL... !?!

It's Just A Simple QUESTION...
So DON'T You Start... " Suggesting "...

That... " Virge Holds HATE ! "...

WITHIN My Brain... I'm Merely Saying...
That CONVICTIONS Have CHANGED... !?!

Like Maybe They Could And Probably SHOULD... !!!
When It Comes To The Names Who RUN The State...
of Nations NOW CONDITIONED To HINDER Peoples' Living...

In... NATURAL Human Ways... !!!
Because Nowadays Technology REIGNS... !!!
But What Have We GAINED Are We MORE HUMANE... ?!?

Or... CONDITIONED And Lame... !!?!!
When It Comes To CONFRONTING...
THOSE Pushing and SHUVVING...
Like Feds'... Using TRUNCHEON... !!!!!!

It's Time For MORE LOVING...
And MUCH LESS Gun Clutching... !!!!!!!!

So....
Here's Some Last Thoughts...

CONDITIONED Minds Tend To Be Blind...
To What They SEE So... " Live In Dreams "...

And CERTAIN Conditions...
DO NEED INQUISITIONS... !!!!!

Before Their ADDITION Becomes A DOMINION...
Where People STOP Building And Become THE VILLAIN...
of Human Submission To Simply... NOT THINKING... !!?!!

I Now See My Life's MISSION As Seeking TRUE WISDOM...
So Just Like The Visions That... Big Virge Has Written...

These Things I Now Do...
With PURPOSE and......

..... " CONVICTION ".....
As humans continue to re-invent themselves, and change, one has to wonder, what certain human convictions, will end up becoming ........
Sarah Mulqueen Jun 2024
I'm unsure what it is about these majestic creatures that first drew me in
From a young age I longed to be surrounded by them

I made friends with a neighbour
she tolerated my company well enough. That smell, molasses and grains barrels high. Her dusty old feed shed with hands just as grey

I made friends with a girl who was just as obsessed. We would play "horses" all recess. I would stay every weekend holidays too quizzing each other on horse facts we knew

I'm unsure how I still admire these creatures. I've been kicked. Though never bit.
I've been holding on for dear life while the horse gallops and kicks
Yet I'd get on a horse tomorrow and feel just as I did as a kid
aster Jan 2019
Deep into that darkness seasoning
And the dusk closing
Suddenly, I heard some questioning
I am shorn of my reasoning
While I pondered, searching and unquestioning.

The investigational idea instancing within
I threw my assumptions upon the floor
It threw its ghost against the walls.
I couldn’t comprehend the fact
That I was a mere human
Made of blood and bones,
And an expiry tag.
The reality sinks in;
It’s deep,
But it is the truth.

I was a fiction and you a consideration,
I was a writer and you a myth.
And the doubts never quizzing
Involving and involving with my facts
And then stepped an indisputable 'conclusion'
Neither me nor you are real,
We are nothing but works of nature
Medium of its utterance
And a passage for its thoughts.
For time immortal, her ideals
Shall be immortalized
While we perish in transience.

I came with an obligation to my mother
And I leave with its fulfillment.
Rest are the stories of the poet.

To me, to you
Let us live in conscience,
And enjoy the indefinite moments of our life.
nothing lasts, but the eternal brilliance of nature.
countless decades graduating
contemptible *** laude
hence same time frame every
August since...the stone
temple pilot age, this beastie
boy flashes back to yahoos
whose rawhide (mine) they
miraculously never whipped!

Uneasy panic stricken mindset
ensued mere weeks prior when
mum calls "time to wait for bus,"
despite miserable, horrible, and
execrable experience boarding
trademark yellow beast, when
driver opens maw generating
"whoosh" quickly scanning

parallel rows of cushioned seats
counting blessing after espying
pitch perfect place to plop posterior
farthest distance but tween one nerd
i.e. yours truly, garden variety long
haired pencil neck geek and posse of
unruly purple people eaters, analogous
to doppleganger Barney's (the playful

dinosaur kids love), nonetheless able,
ready and willing to shoot cruel, galling,
leering, quizzing...painful piercing skin
hardened killing stares accompanied with
smoke issuing nostrils awaiting golden
opportunity to kick me bony *** keister
while I frantically scurried, hightailed bat
of hell exitted out hydraulic operated door,

oft times mostly quick enough to hurriedly  
scamper among madding crowd of students
eagerly (ha) awaiting to enter academia's gruff
feet teed hallowed bricked walls, one puny
pubescent hiding these lovely bones out of
harm's way, meanwhile my heart did beat mile
a minute, profuse sweat drenched (even during
dead of winter), and pulse went thru stratosphere,

which reprieve lasted until deafening bell broad
cast courtesy intercom indicated all liz fair in love
and war (that sacred metaphorical loving battleground
being trapped inside storied halls of learning thank ye
skool of hard knocks, doing level best to sidle in close
proximity to baddest, biggest, boldest incredible hulk
hoping to stave off inevitable, yet unbeknownst to this
then scrappy runt, said goliath brute (I spontaneously

cozied up), alongside main ringleader regarding rebel
rousers, thus unwittingly, nicely, handily delivering
sought after prey perfectly into predator's clutches
realizing to late (ex post facto), a self touted pièce
de résistance did nothing to thwart salvation, ah joy
fully recalling fond memories contributing to electric
kool aid positive battery acid test learning experiences
at Methacton ideally trained for guerilla warfare.

— The End —