A Full Moon for GaruA Full Moon for Garu4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The sun had set hours ago, and the moon lit up the sky with a radiance so bright you could see it all the way across town.
This would be a very wonderful night.
Mostly because I would get to spend time with the girl that I've loved in secret for so long.
And the best part?
It would still remain a secret.
I could hold her and kiss her and brush my lips against her soft skin without her even having a clue.
And how you ask?
Well, I'm not expecting you to know what's going on at the moment, so why don't I backtrack a few hours?
It was nighttime. Stars sprinkled the royal blue sky. I was out sparring with my long time best friend, Abyo. I stab him. He tries to stab me. He misses. I send him flying into the ground. We have fun.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she comes sprinting towards me, ready to smooch me whenever I let my guard down.
I wasn't going to let that happen this time.
As she a
ReloadThe first time he'd killed someone, he'd closed his eyes and fired.Reload4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a miracle that he hadn't been the one shot first. He couldn't help but remember that the man he'd killed had had friends, family, a life that he had just ended. The man he'd killed hadn't looked much older than twenty-five, about his own age. But orders were orders, so he'd swallowed and shot and killed him. It was his first kill, and he wasn't prepared. He felt nauseous and he wanted to vomit as he watched the man writhe and the blood pour out of him.
He reloaded and fired again.
The tenth time he'd killed someone, he wondered why he was doing this.
Sure, they were orders, but why was he here? Why didn't he get out of this battle, this army, this goddamn country, where there was blood everywhere and screams everywhere and death everywhere? Why did he stay and fight and shoot and kill? He had a choice, didn't he? Wasn't that what they'd always told him? Everyone had a choice. Why didn't he? But then, a bullet wh
FirefliesFirefliesFireflies6 years ago in Open More Like This
On lethargic summer evenings,
When the light has turned soft and the night is not yet harsh,
Children come out to grow up.
Barefoot and alive, they recklessly run into the night.
Each with a snow cone in one hand,
They go chasing after
How they laugh, trying to grasp the tiny dots of light, so close, yet so far,
Even when their warm hands, flushed from running, melt the snow cones,
Even when the brambles and twigs,
Bitter in their malice to have fallen and not been caught,
Cut deep into their feets tender souls.
Melted snow cones and bloody feet, still the children run;
For they are chasing after
Fleet-footed through the night, the children stretch out their tiny hands,
Reaching, reaching, and reaching for tiny stars.
They close their fist,
And are transported to a cliffs edge.
Their treasures light engulfs the children,
Hugging them in tangible expectation, longing, and content,
The joyous pain builds within their tiny chests until it
Pink and LazyA lazy, pink fellow sleeps on beaches all day,Pink and Lazy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fishing with its tail, wanting for naught.
If it gets sleepy, you may hear it yawn...
Poem for StormYou've always been therePoem for Storm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When my life was bad
And down in the dumps
You were the one
To show me
What love really meant
The one that first said
I love you
It felt real
It felt pure
You gave me your love
And in return
I gave you mine
The first one
To make me feel special
The first one
To let me know that I mattered
You are the person
I go to when I'm sad
I go to when I'm scared
I go to when I don't know what to do
If I could write
A love song
This would be ours
Remember one thing
I love you
You are the greatest friend
That anyone could have
Rush Home RuffiansRush Home RuffiansRush Home Ruffians4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
GO! GO! GO!
Murray Walker in your ear
Adrenalin pumping, show no fear
You pull away with a guy who's......
Rush hour panic
And you can't believe
You're stuck behind
"Mr. Road Nye-Eev"
Fifteen miles a bleeding hour
Mirror, Signal, Manoeuvre, Glower
Window down, you're mad and riled
You offer advice to the fatherless child
Who's perched atop a steering wheel
A coiled and ready Conger Eel
He's ninety-five if he's a day
Learning to drive the Yeerza way
Hearing aid and pebble glasses
Accelerates slower than dead molasses
To the right there is "Mr. Ferrari"
With a Lotus Elite
He bought in Derby
Super-Sad Sound System
Booming da base
Smoky black glass
That hides the face
Of a ten-year old
Sitting on a cushion
A dot-to-dot face
From the drugs he's pushin'
He knows he looks mean
He knows he looks hard
He knows his brain is the colour of lard
But he don't care
'cos he's got respect
As he sports sungl
Fought For Food - Part 2Part 2 - EntertainmentFought For Food - Part 24 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you grab the only basket left on show
And run for the doors and the artificial glow
Of bright white strip-lights overhead
And the smell of sweat and yesterdays bread
A sixty-four foot Desperate Dan
Stands by the door, it's "Security Man"
He's accosting a youngster
For nicking some sweets
That's another recidivist off our streets
He seems to enjoy the pain he's instilling
He's a dentist by day - he loves the drilling
He loves the novacaine and the laughing gas
Not that he laughs, he'd rather pass
And beat up a kid as part of his job
He's gets a kick from the sob, sob, sob
Past the commotion, you head for the greens
You need some salad and runner beans
You need asparagus, you need it quick
You need that lettuce that makes you sick
But it's packed with the vitamins that make you tick
So you tick tock over to the vegetable stand
There's a vegetable serving food that's bland
Covered in caterpillars, grit and sand
But once it's washed and the snail trails gon
Fought For Food - Part 1Part 1 - EntranceFought For Food - Part 14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go for it!!
So, you're on the car park, and it's a race
For the last disabled car park space
You're not disabled, but who's gonna know?
You park up the car, but there's G.I. Joe
A man with a walking stick knows your game
Hurdles a car, although he's lame
Does a "Linford Christie" with arms a-flailing
And pins you against the car park railing
"We fought and died in war-torn places"
"So you could nick our parking spaces?"
You go to thank him and resume your spree
When you feel the pang of irony
Another pang explodes your legs
As the weapon wielding wise man assaults your kegs
Your painful pins begin to fold
The old guys eyes glaze over cold
The Rambo squint and the Bogart sneer
Transform his face from ear to ear
This once mild-mannered "walk awa
Eat Yourself FetaA supple young girl from DetroitEat Yourself Feta4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was unusually lithe and adroit
She could eat Feta Cheese
Off the backs of her knees
That supple young girl from Detroit
Five Lines Of LiesThere was never a man from FlagstaffFive Lines Of Lies4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was all just a part of the gaff
For good limerick diction
Requires mainly fiction
One person, one place and one laugh.
Shortys LuminentThere once was a colour called "Red"Shortys Luminent4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who said "Wavelengths are all in the head
If I were much shorter
My waves so much tauter
You'd be conversing with Green here, instead"
Neath ThiefThere was an old vicar of NeathNeath Thief4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who once caught, red-handed, a thief
But the thief he was clever
He said "No, not me, never...
I was cleaning it all for The Chief"
beautybeing who i am, i recieve many insults.beauty4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ignore them, let them go in one ear and out the other.
But at times they wash over me, filling me with an unspeakable sadness that is impossible to describe.
At times i wonder if they are really true.
i will stand in front of my fogged-up mirror after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel.
One quick swipe with my hand and my reflection is clear.
and then i wish it wasn't.
all i see are the blemishes on my face, the jagged scar near my right eyebrow, and my smaller left eye.
i see my flaws and then i start to wonder if the insults are true.
I want to break the mirror, beat at it with my bare hands until the glass cuts open my hands and i am bloody and hurt.
I look at my hands, and can't help but hate them because they are bony and pale.
i hold out my arms and despise them because they are skinny and look like a stick figure's would.
i look down at my figure, and curse it for being too thin
Fire WireThere once was a young funambulistFire Wire4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who performed his brave act with a twist
While walking the wire
He set it on fire
He was never an old funambulist
Karma FarmerThere once was a disgruntled farmerKarma Farmer4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whose life was devoid of all Karma
So he sold all his sows
His sheep and his cows
And traded his wife for a llama
Thinker Of ThoughtsThere was an old thinker of thoughtsThinker Of Thoughts4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who thought mostly of ready retorts
To use when confronted
By people affronted
By this angry old thinker of thoughts
Dry Lime RickThere once was a limerick writerDry Lime Rick4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who's outlook could not have been brighter
Till one day in July
His ideas ran dry
And he couldn't get the last line to rhyme
Caveat EmptorThere once was a teacher of LatinCaveat Emptor4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who broke every chair that he sat in
It wasn't his Mass
Or the size of his (cl)ass
But the D.I.Y. packs they came flat in
A Moving PointThere once was a mathematicianA Moving Point4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whose notations were out of position
"I'm all for removing
Those points that are moving"
He said "..when they have no permission"
Recalcitrant AppleRecalcitrant AppleRecalcitrant Apple4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A recalcitrant apple
By way of a joke
Decided one day
Its devourer to choke
With the sign-post "Eso-fag-us" *
It chose to avoid it
And followed "Track-ear" **
The unfortunate outcome
I am sure you surmise
Was the greedy devourers'
There should be a moral
So, after reflection
It's "Never let apples
Decide on direction"
* Eso-fag-us = Esophagus = Oesophagus = the bodys food pipe
** Track-ear = Trachea = the bodys air / wind pipe
Science LessonScience LessonScience Lesson5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Newton invented the apple,
When gravity fell on his head,
Einstein invented relatives,
So my Science teacher said.
Marconi invented a type of cheese,
And Nobel invented the prize,
And Ricketts invented knobbly knees,
(My teacher never lies).
Archimedes invented the over-full bath,
And Tycho invented the stars,
Hancock invented a jolly good laugh,*
And Holst invented Mars.
Armstrong invented the footprint,
Flasher invented the Moon,
Diversion invented the fork in the road,
And a rich man, the silver spoon.
Singer invented the microphone,
And Bodgett, the wobbly shelf,
Bell invented the dog (and bone),**
Doctor Who invented himself.
Curie invented a really hot food,
Travel invented the coach,
Dart invented the poison arrow,
And survival invented the roach.
There endeth our lesson in Science,
Every word, I'm told, is true,
But don't rest on me for reliance,
For learning is up to you.
**"Dog and bone" is cockney rhyming slang for 'phone (telephone)
*Tony Hancock was a
ArtArtArt5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An oil painting of the streets of Venice:
Serene happiness as gentle as the water beneath the gondola
A charcoal sketch of angels on Christmas night:
Brings hope and relief for the end of the year and Birth of Christ.
An oil pastel work of the ocean and its creatures
The beauty of life through the colors beneath the earth.
A photograph of the temples of Greece
The ancient buildings that give a sense of respect
A Japanese teapot designed with small delicate flowers
The tasteful peace from appreciation of nature
A melody of Pachelbelle's Cannon
The sweet feeling of rejoice
A poem of all of life's loveliness and wisdom
To feel cheerfulness and bliss
To express your feelings, no matter how soothing or how dangerous,
That is art.
The Gibbonous FourthThe Gibbonous Troth - Verse The FourthThe Gibbonous Fourth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Imagine, I pray,
What sort of a day,
It would be if our breath
Changed it's order,
And the first breath
Refused to exit our lungs,
Till the second
had crossed our lips border."