You and Me is Friends
What can we say about friends? They are always there for us even after we go long-winded on a topic…or
Read moreA satire contains strong irony or sarcasm. Most often written in poetic form, this type poem consists of humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues. Often a satire is a parody, an imitation of the style of a particular writer, artist, or genre with deliberate exaggeration for comic effect. In a burlesque show it is popular to portray an absurd or comically exaggerated imitation of something, especially in a literary or dramatic work. teasing and contemptuous language or behavior directed at a particular person or thing.
What can we say about friends? They are always there for us even after we go long-winded on a topic…or
Read moreAnswering to High Command … This Poem could be considered a rant, a poem aimed at current issues of the
Read moreThere is everywhere. Yet, we never notice that much about there. I guess we are just unaware…of what there is.
Read moreFestive my morning hopes, forged coloured scope, for day to meld with heartfelt expectation, and I rise wide-eyed, without shadows
Read moreRife the spilled words within emotion’s turbulence, writhing like drowning mice, regret the echo of outpouring, and as blue airless
Read morePlease hold … Jessica, please hold all calls for me I and the other Gods will be out for the
Read moreWelcome to Day Light spattered dusty boards live with a stretching creak, as empty sideways glasses glint, their rouge stained
Read more(Unless you’re the President, I wouldn’t take this too seriously. If you do then I guess we just have to
Read morePlaced in sight, strategically, my attention stubbornly averted out of principle, this niggling conscious mind alerted to my damning misdemeanor,
Read moreRelentless the ache, the cake and eat it too misnomer, when deliveries are few and far between, the panoramic view
Read moreWhat itches can’t always be scratched, what’s laid can’t always be hatched, and the distance between sight and reality is
Read moreDrawn the curtains of my fears, weather withholding, what lurks in ominous potential, fills my mind with possibilities, and light
Read moreConfess I do to human failings, besmirched by so many mental ailments, that the course of life is never straight,
Read moreIf it weren’t for the echoes of my own voice coming back to remind me, I’d languish in the lulling
Read moreDrawn from the mire of conclusion, I witness my own mind turn, as in reality my discerning left wanting, having
Read moreFodder for the shadow men, you and I, around corners, behind cameras, in nondescript vans, we, passing the time in
Read moreYou’re Killin’ Me In Those Tight Fittin’ Jeans It was 4th of July weekend and went down to watch the
Read moreWhat has been, has been in the depths of a nightmare’s dream, once removed it seems, from a mind lost
Read moreI relish the fact of my demise, slow or fast, no compromise, I just hope my children become millionaires when
Read moreHit me where it hurts, pigeon-toed and bent, a grimace for a smile and all the while the sense of
Read moreOne Night with Pappy In the heat of a Kansas summer in the year nineteen seventy, Only ten-years old
Read moreSkeptic…please? Typical…the satirical, lamenting the wrongs, disarming the strong, just to affirm the apex, the delusional impact of self-proclaimed betterment,
Read moreAm I the ruse, an intellectual fabrication of delusion, held in belief until it becomes true, or even a bastion
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