Bo bo bam ba doo
Wave knife pointing at you
Playfully stab down
Silence floating here
Can not walk anymore no doctor
Standing, walk next year
Thursday, December 12, 2019
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
In Quiet Moment, Sounds Are Extra Loud.(2 ,575s tell a story)
Making sandwiches
Yoga instruction next room
Toaster dings too loud.
Trying to guess mates
movement by swish sound- zipper
Quiet
raygae blasts.
December 11, 2019 8:30isham
Yoga instruction next room
Toaster dings too loud.
Trying to guess mates
movement by swish sound- zipper
Quiet
raygae blasts.
December 11, 2019 8:30isham
The Improv Class In Three Haikus.
Title :
The Improv Class At Its Best.
Brain in chest lungs legs
Establish character, fool
Set the scene, drunk men
Drunk men smoke, pull hard
Serve fire crisp cheese tortillas
Standing on giant tacos.
Smoke gets out of hand
From Cigarettes on wood top
Fire, excuse for break.
December 11, 2019 7 to 7:50am
The Improv Class At Its Best.
Brain in chest lungs legs
Establish character, fool
Set the scene, drunk men
Drunk men smoke, pull hard
Serve fire crisp cheese tortillas
Standing on giant tacos.
Smoke gets out of hand
From Cigarettes on wood top
Fire, excuse for break.
December 11, 2019 7 to 7:50am
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
2 575 Poems
Reid slightly leaning
late night drink depriving sleep
Raise eyebrow fall over.
Cofffee excursions
Beettle drives beetle walks in
Do you serve earth's bugs?
late night drink depriving sleep
Raise eyebrow fall over.
Cofffee excursions
Beettle drives beetle walks in
Do you serve earth's bugs?
Sunday, December 8, 2019
Dreaming or Am I
A tall foggy figure clings to your mirror as you enter the bathroom. Your arm hairs stand on end you know not why.Is it death or the commander of shitsues that haunt your dreams.
Or
Shitsues bark to the rhythem of the babies cry, more of a babel, it knows the shadow stands near
As the sister knows not to look
For if she does the boats will come to take you.
Or
Shitsues bark to the rhythem of the babies cry, more of a babel, it knows the shadow stands near
As the sister knows not to look
For if she does the boats will come to take you.
Saturday, December 7, 2019
The Bathroom, You Do Not Call In- So Thy Shall Come To You, for Annibel
A tall mirrored figure stands beside me,
I do not know the name.
I do not look
Yet sense the musky figure, not so much smelling as breathing in its soul.
Its shadow, multiple shitsues, haunt my Rooms
Jumping up and down my walls
Yipping at my heals.
Babies layed bare in my bathtub
Laugh shriekingly
Sound Reverberating around the room.
The room is basked in a single colored double rainbow.
The open door a portal to the land of nether-
a marshy sunny place, decieving in it's looks.
Drawing you in.
The death boats sneak upon you,
You scream -not today- but it's too late
as your taken away through asparagus rieds. Through bright humid air, reminants of the musky figure.
PAUSE
P.S. there might have been a purple cloak, a scythe, and a single lemon pepper wing involved. If you do see it, it might be wearing overly feminine minx coats and slightly masculine carharts.
This figure sucks out the culture of the home it inhabits as well as being the bringer of boats.
PAUSE
P.S.S.
Shitsues bark to the rhythem of the babies cry,
More of a Babel, the babies know the shadow stands near
As the sister knows not to look
for if she does the boats will come to take you.
Written over several days at the beginning of December, 2019 around the 6th and 8th.Written in Athens Ga.
I do not know the name.
I do not look
Yet sense the musky figure, not so much smelling as breathing in its soul.
Its shadow, multiple shitsues, haunt my Rooms
Jumping up and down my walls
Yipping at my heals.
Babies layed bare in my bathtub
Laugh shriekingly
Sound Reverberating around the room.
The room is basked in a single colored double rainbow.
The open door a portal to the land of nether-
a marshy sunny place, decieving in it's looks.
Drawing you in.
The death boats sneak upon you,
You scream -not today- but it's too late
as your taken away through asparagus rieds. Through bright humid air, reminants of the musky figure.
PAUSE
P.S. there might have been a purple cloak, a scythe, and a single lemon pepper wing involved. If you do see it, it might be wearing overly feminine minx coats and slightly masculine carharts.
This figure sucks out the culture of the home it inhabits as well as being the bringer of boats.
PAUSE
P.S.S.
Shitsues bark to the rhythem of the babies cry,
More of a Babel, the babies know the shadow stands near
As the sister knows not to look
for if she does the boats will come to take you.
Written over several days at the beginning of December, 2019 around the 6th and 8th.Written in Athens Ga.
Thursday, July 7, 2016
Laziness Leads To Carelessness To Be Carefree
This is one of my top five favorite poems I have written.
I wrote it and posted it last year in my other blog.
-The guardian, Hildegarde, yelled as the kids swerved too close to the moving car.
Little guys in summer clothes riding custom bikes.
They were headed to see their friends-
Oblivious of their everyday community.
https://sutlive2.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/careless.jpg
By Sam, Original version posted 5:24PM May 2, 2015. Revised at the end of May and the beginning of June. New version Posted on July 3rd, 2015 at 9:00pm.
Reposted on SMILING Blog July 7, 2016 at 8:54.
I wrote it and posted it last year in my other blog.
Laziness Leads To Carelessness To Be Carefree
-The guardian, Hildegarde, yelled as the kids swerved too close to the moving car.
Little guys in summer clothes riding custom bikes.
They were headed to see their friends-
Oblivious of their everyday community.
https://sutlive2.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/careless.jpg
By Sam, Original version posted 5:24PM May 2, 2015. Revised at the end of May and the beginning of June. New version Posted on July 3rd, 2015 at 9:00pm.
Reposted on SMILING Blog July 7, 2016 at 8:54.
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