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Poem

Oh your red cherry lips

Make me shiver

And your wonderful hips

Make me quiver

All around, up and down

And you never make me frown,

But you in that gown

Makes me want to fly high.

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Small Poems #5

Poem #1

Dark wings of wrath

Sweep down on earth

And breathe absolute havoc.

 

Poem #2

Orbiting the stars, I feel

Lighter than a million feathers,

But only when I am with you.

 

Poem #3

Feeling free and flying high

Let us go home tonight.

 

Poem #4

Black mirror of mine,

Gaze deep within

And witness my sorrow.

Satirized Love

Often times in today’s world, love can be fake. But it is beautiful to see the social experiment of so called love, it is amazing to see how humans interact with another and how they display their “love.”

 

Satirized Love

 

Are you the one I have been

Looking for? Upon having seen

Your grace and beautiful body,

I cannot help but be sorry

For our incompatibility as people

Of different social standing weasels

It’s way in between our hearts

And fires at us with sharp darts.

While we may be for each other

Our hearts must belong to another

For it is I who sees past

The veneer you wished would last.

 

Electronic Greeting

Our society has become fixated with technology. Because of this, we humans have become shallow.

Electric Greetings

 

Forever distant from each other

Despite your proximity to another

Human being, our culture fixates

On being together, yet interaction

Is not encouraged.

The more common this becomes,

The hollower our society grows

And shallows for in us all.

Friends walk side by side,

Talking not to each other,

But to their phones instead.

This will gradually become habit

And an electronic greeting

Will be the norm for all.

When this occurs, when the day arrives

Society will be at a new hollow.

How the World is Today

Often times we meet those who are hollow and empty, who follow the norm instead of following the forgotten trail. Instead of opening their eyes to the world and seeing the wonders that are held, majority of society has decided to keep their eyes sewn shut.

 

Purgatorial Society

 

It is simple to see with blind eyes,

Eyes that belong to a hollow and empty heart;

It is easy to go where darkness glows,

But the true light is invisible from the blind

Souls that wander in reality, this purgatorial society.

 

Sports: Cheering and Dining

The Sports Fans’ Favorite Past Time

 

Look at my boys go as they throw,

Scaring the opposing team with passes

That make Tom Landry proud!

Look at them go!

I see boxes of food, it’s so good,

And the drinks make it even better,

All of this combined makes heaven real.

The pizza and beer, the nuts and wine

Combined with those throws,

It’s enough to make me die happy.

I throw the beer back and let it drop,

Drop down my gullet to my stomach,

Have it fuel my bones

And loosen my brain.

Down into my intestines it goes,

Mixing with what I binged earlier,

Making me full to where I can’t any more,

But yet I want more in my body,

More food in me to enjoy all of life.

Screams and shouts echo across the stadium,

Our team fumbled the ball,

The opponents are running through the field,

Past the 50;

Past the 20;

No, someone stop them!

Touchdown for that team because of an idiot,

My team is full of idiots. Let me drink

And eat some food, let me feel better.

Bartender! Give me vodka! I need to forget that failure,

Need to not feel this idiotic pain.

Love this suite,

My company pays everything,

I get hammered and full and a good view,

All the perks a fan could want.

More screams echo; the opponents scored again.

God damn them and their children, worthless scum,

They better hope their ride home is disaster free.

Thank fully my vodka is ready.

I throw it back and let it burn, burn everything away,

Let it burn me from the inside.

Where is the food?

Hey! Person! Order me a loaded pizza,

I want it here in 10 minutes.

It better be worth it,

Not like those plays my team did,

Now Tom is rolling in his grave!

Such a pathetic team. Let me throw this back again,

Throw back the liquors, let it mix and seep.

Wait, it already be time?

I do nut know what on right now,

Game end and I need leave but too loose,

No feel in body, stomach too full.

Feel like I’ll throw up.

Time to leave – oh god

It hurts. Yeah, got to go.

Car where? I ohnut remember where I park.

Life as an Idol

A beautiful and blistering satire of society. Can you figure out who the real mannequins are?

Life as an Idol

 

Stuck in the same position; unable to move and unable to hide. In front of the window every day, not able to even leave at night or on the weekend. I am stuck like this, having to be an idol to society.

I am the image you must aspire to. You must follow me and my style. Wear what I wear and look how I look. You cannot have any free will for I am your will. If you do not follow my lead, you are a worthless disgrace that should die.

Yet, despite me saying this, I am a hypocrite. I have no free will of my own. I am dressed by others, have no voice to express myself with and cannot move on my own. I need to be moved by others. I always require help. I am just as fake as those who follow me.