them cussed curse words

poetry

I can’t cuss like I used to,
or perhaps I never could;
when I speak explicitly now,
it just doesn’t sound good.

I like the sound of expletives
and wish I could make them sound convincing,
but whenever I utter one myself,
I don’t believe in what I’m saying.

My wife’s family cusses well,
and does so with conviction,
when they say damnshithell,
they mean it, no fucking fiction.

So when I cuss in poems,
the sensation is usually forced;
I try to use all words equally,
but they end up sounding cursed.

gird up your loins

poetry

Funny phrase, serious sandwich;
but I suppose that
in every man’s life,
the time must come
to “gird up your loins,”
whatever the hell that means.

I mostly just like to
call my junk, loins; but
if loins are junk, when
are my loins not girded up,
except for when I sleep?
And why should my loins be
girded up, as opposed to down?

I know that somewhere in this
possibly is a truth worth grasping,
but in my making light of all way,
I can’t see beyond the humor of the phrase.
So as I take my next step in life,
I will be sure to do so
loined up, down, or side to side,
whichever feels best at the time.

a sonnet collectively written by my eighth period class

poetry

Why do I love you?
You have the key to my heart.
Fo’ lyfe I’ma call you mah boo,
Even when we’re apart.
You are more beautiful than a rose,
You always look so sexy.
Even when you pick your nose
I know you are my destiny.
To me you never lie,
You always speak the truth,
as sweet as apple pie,
You tell me I got spinach in my tooth.
Your love fills up my heart,
Thank god you can withstand my farts.

Pangram Phight

poetry

Hello, azure eyed Tiger,

Who lives in the Jade Green Forest,

Where You buy Your pick of Monkeys

And his queer, onyx Cousins.

***

Great Panthera Onca

With Your melanistic pigmentation,

Fading at the Black Zenith,

Jaguar Queen, you vexed me.

***

Blood filled Cousins, Kindred Enemies

Pumped with Grave Hatred

We quarreled and jousted

Expecting yelps and a haze of pain.

***

By Inhuman Blood we duel,

Lethal Fangs pierce quickly,

But not at all in vain for

Slit Jugulars zero My Life next.

First Light

poetry

With a color scheme of orange to blue

I do lie there under you.

Through eight hours of darkness,

I awaited your beautiful bliss.

Waiting for you to come into sight,

I stayed up the entire night.

Wandering and wondering until you appeared

At sun up I gleefully cheered.

Fear

poetry

A creature with eyes like fire

And a mouth like Satan’s Abyss.

It dwells in the hearts of ev’ry liar,

Which strikes like swords at victims of Death’s Kiss.

***

Fear overtakes our minds and souls.

For it’s the servant of Weakness

Created by God’s seven plagues and bowls

Destroyed only by brav’ry’s sleeplessness.

Judgment (Book of Revelation)

poetry

What is worse? No love or only hate.

If Man continues, doomed is Fate.

Since Genesis, now Revelation,

All men shall perish in damnation.

***

With ten horns and seven crowns and heads,

Dragon waits for the Man Her womb sheds.

Great Michael waged a heavenly war,

Against the Dragon, so says the Lore.

***

Smited down by the Great Angel’s sword,

Hurled down from the sky was the Dark Lord,

Who blamed Mankind for his present case,

Vengeance for the woman he did chase.

***

The Beast of Earth and the Beast of Sea

Are destined to become, you’ll fear He.

Marks of Satan so the Book does tell,

Required for trade, Ticket to Hell.

***

Seven plagues for those who disobeyed.

Alas God’s final wrath is portrayed.

With dismay Earth received each plague sent.

Doom to those who refused to repent.

***

Plunging deep in the Lake of Sulfur,

Babylon mourned by Kings and Sailors,

Merchants do cry out for Her great crimes,

Angels advising of judgment times.

***

“Hallelujah,” spoke angels and people

For the Lamb be wed upon the steeple.

Those invited to the supper are blessed.

The power of love in them was best.

***

First Resurrected were followers,

Beheaded by testimonies, Sirs.

Second Death is the Lake of Fire,

For all who didn’t hold God dire.

***

Destroyed were the Heavens, Hell, and Earth,

To make way for the greatest rebirth.

New Jerusalem for eternity,

Where Men and God live in harmony.

Always Keep Trying

poetry

Never give up when you fall off that horse.

Get right back on, and bring confidence of course.

When you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place,

Never bring your head down, keep running that race.

When you’re up a creek without a paddle,

Don’t give up, fight the river like cowboys do cattle.

Always keep trying and you’ll succeed,

Let your will grow, like a planted seed.

Pain & Love

poetry

Once upon a year ago,

Terrible news struck my ears.

Time began to pain and slow.

Stabbed by words like pointy spears.

***

A dreadful misfortune struck.

A growth too much to handle.

All depending on pure luck.

Life dwindling, like a candle.

***

Now a year has timely passed.

I’ve learned new lessons that show

Pain and love can be amassed

By the friends who come and go.