by Robert James Liguori |
Categories:
anxiety,
Hundreds of frenzied snakes
Slithering from her head
Looking at me
While her gaze wants
To turn me to stone
But I glance away
Knowing the damage
That can be caused
I met her
Dwelling in a cave
Unaware of most slang
But she endures
A painful existence.
This Medusa
A friend or fiend
You tell me
I need to know
But I will love her
Forever and a day
One half orange and one quarter lemon
Exchanging packages
Will be our right
True love
While romancing sunsets
Just remember
To avoid the gaze
When she’s beside herself
And all will be
Just fine
by Jack Horne |
Categories:
lost love,
His finger is really quite bare;
The ring is no longer on there,
But he's used to it now
And he sees she's a cow -
No dripping about her affair.
*dripping – beef fat or slang for whinging
for PD's contest
by Kat Crane |
Categories:
cowboy-western, life, places
London rain and Texan skies
Warm my heart and thrill my eyes
Flooded streets and clouds for miles
Think I’ll stay here for a while
Bright red buses and trusty steeds
Carry my spirit wherever they lead
City bustling and cattle at graze
This is where I spend my days
Royal parks with Texas Rangers
Sounds of home could not be stranger
London Symphony plays Tex Ritter
Here is where you’ll see me linger
Buckingham Palace address Dealey Plaza
My horizon spans farther and vaster
Cockney slang welcomes y’all
To a place my happiness befalls
Union Jack flies Stars and Stripes
A family parted again unites
An English rose with roots state side
A love of each, to both I’m tied
by Stephen Pennell |
Categories:
heart,
I'm looking for your inner soul
The part of you that makes you whole
The essence of you’re being.
I will find it in the things you do
The way you treat a lesser soul.
And the way you love.
The time you give to those without
the words of wisdom freely handed out
your actions not your words.
you don’t speak in rhyming slang
and came up north and gave a helping hand
you’re a cockney with an heart of gold
A diamond in the coal .
by Kenneth Melvin |
Categories:
love,
Of course I love you, the slang phrase Yo, men flirting O, sumptuous U, curse words aches to demolish the beauty of you, sweet sticky substance found on plants she's my honeydew, the sweetness of someone like you, is rare like a holographic card, O you, can a card explain you, cheap brand but great value, right love, what is left residue, drowning in Love Boo, I'll be a lifeguard and be honeydews rescue.
- Loverboi
by Angela Crabtree |
Categories:
change, history, identity, nostalgia,
Peace and love lots of slang man
I'm feeling groovy tonight
I was a flower child still stand
wishing we could all unite
although they protested
in their maxi dresses
and were getting arrested
I would've avoided those messes
mag wheels and jacked up cars
green shaggy carpet
matching kitchen appliances with bars
long hair and sideburns artists
silver trees color wheels
did glow with their stacks
mini-skirts flashing appeals
burning bras with bare backs
just to experience how it feels
custom vans with daisies
parents with wigs toupees
rose colored glasses not crazies
an era that never went out fun days
by John Freeman |
Categories:
confusion
Twentynet 60’s
Beatle mania,
squealing girls,
days of hard night.
The young, the restless,
long hair,
smoking joints.
Mind trips,
free love,
Vietnam, body bags and soldier’s disgrace.
Expressions of peace as moral decayed,
Jesus freak’s,
Slang words.
My old lady was girl friend.
My Volkswagen was beach-front home,
one more town, one more beach.
Searching for purpose, searching for goal,
saying, love you man,
we slapped the hand.
V-signs,
Meant peace!
Magic Of Decade’s mood
John Moses Freeman
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
angel, baby,
Those rulers which be amid their unison as glee, wished
A little more of thee so I thought that we, would give it to them ?
A bit in the writ with a slit for the kit and a number one hit; and they cried aloud
Another of these their, encores; while love upon the shore strung her light's down
Low as I with the mic aside a midnight tide reached for the sky above this their, power...
Ballad chord baby boomer slang in a round about thang thus we sang, another kongo bang.
by Sakthee Ravichandran |
Categories:
loveme, flying, me, , sweet love,
Dream
No logic is there
I am flying without wings in the air
Stars are speaking with me in my slang
I am swearing the crown of my nation
Yes, she is smiling with love
Cows are flying here and there
Planets are very clearly visible to my bare eyes
The summer sun is too cool and icy
She is talking sweet lovely words
Leaders are waiting for me to speak
Conferences are going on my chairmanship
Clouds are hanging on my roof
Thunders are repeating my poetry lines
She is loving me by heart
I am leading a big troop to a war
She expresses her desire to marry me
Dreams are illogical and need less to happen
Sometimes it may happen as the beautiful success of my love.
by Bakari Wright |
Categories:
art, funny, life, love,
mmm mmm mmm (shaking head)
Caramel chocalate brown mocha girl got my head spinnin like a
carasell
Went nautious as I saw this
chic with flawless skin often in
the mall walkin talkin street slang
like she stayed by a ghetto park bench.
Smiling as her
light shade of Mabalene covered her soft lips
playing with her sister locks so casually
Mister?
"Why you starin at shawty like dat?"
He said,
"This sista's official,
makes me wanna grab a pencil
as she poses frozen by the river
and draw a picture.
Then take that picture, to Walmart
scan it to cd and stare at her
on my computer pixels."
and I said,
"Mister you trippin..."
I think I'll just ask for a kiss. Just one kiss.
by Pipping Stars |
Categories:
art,
what scarlet
names or named
dreams come to me
arrows passing flight
letters passing words
kisses directing hits
hits me again
moonbeams
slang
my
brutal
remaining stains
no stains
only white
washed clouds
fluffing down
spiralling
period
effect
lasso
mine
my
mind
these dazes
of love
above me
shove me
beyond
combat zones
letter ing dismissals
thermal zones
frozen thistles
thorn me in love
scalding
mutt harlot
what
scarlet
?
what scarlet
by Marcy James |
Categories:
art, i love you, love,
For this love I have for you will melt in your mouth
I'll drag your mind from North to South
I'll spin you around, for crying out loud
Are you sure you ready to take this route?
I'm slang talking in a sexy way
Just asking you; should I feed you these cherry grapes
Babe, I'm just teasing you; Don't take this joke for role-play
Don't take me seriously; Old woman just had a long day.
by Anais Vionet |
Categories:
christmas, fun, holiday, humor, joy, love, teen,
Christmas has been trending and
I chose to play into the parasocial violence,
with no salt or brakes physically and emotionally,
- the holidays - lush and fresh, just hit different.
When I see the lights, the smiles, and get my hugs
I want to cry and throw up from joy at the same time.
The holidays make me believe in love. I don’t care.
.
.
violence = slang for being cute on social media
by Mercedes Terry |
Categories:
life, world, love, me,
what kind of world is this?
people dying,
women crying,
baby momma drama,
suicides,
o.d.'s,
you shoot me and
uh
I shoot you.
why?
you ask why just because
you aint with my crew
thats slang for my gang.
what kind of world is this?
wars, guns, fights,
oh so long nights.
nights of pain
nights of strain
wondering why do I live my
life in vain?
what kind of world is this?
love, hugs, kisses,
always dissin.
I love you and
uh
you love me
long as I open my legs
and let it be.
death, crying,
in a deep sleep,
love, hugs, and kisses,
suicides, o.d.'s
wars, rape
please just sleep with me.
what kind of world is this?
it's my reality.
by La'shanae Posey |
Categories:
life, world, love, me,
what kind of world is this?
what kind of world is this?
people dying,
women crying,
baby momma drama,
suicides,
o.d.'s,
you shoot me and
uh
I shoot you.
why?
you ask why just because
you aint with my crew
thats slang for my gang.
what kind of world is this?
wars, guns, fights,
oh so long nights.
nights of pain
nights of strain
wondering why do I live my
life in vain?
what kind of world is this?
love, hugs, kisses,
always dissin.
I love you and
uh
you love me
long as I open my legs
and let it be.
death, crying,
in a deep sleep,
love, hugs, and kisses,
suicides, o.d.'s
wars, rape
please just sleep with me.
what kind of world is this?
it's my reality.
by Taiwo Odesanya |
Categories:
family, fantasy, lust, technology,
Tick tock,
No time for her son,
‘On Tiktok bleeping her cleavages to strange men,
Social media hallucination,
living a lie,
Here, everything is perfect,
The sky is blue, it never rains,
Everyone is rich & poverty is slang on the lips of black men,
Here, love is beautiful;
Till breakfast is served in court,
We lie too much,
Like politicians, our tongues are twisted,
Curled, tangled, braided in self-deceit,
Sometimes God doubts he created us,
We lie too much.
by Paula Larson |
Categories:
love, love,
As solemn curse extracts the entity of worse,
so moderating to a lesser verb,
excoriates to slang of verse.
And so it is derivative's adverse,
is anger, that I cannot love thee - terse,
with gentle thought, as in some morning's nurse.
I love thee, there it be, in violence or curse -
I love thee, love thee, love thee - no reverse!
by Christopher Quigley |
Categories:
poetry,
me.....rigid (surprised)
Get tae (your bothering me go away)
Naw mate it Chips no ing fries (we call them chips)
wit r u gawking it mate (yes can i help you)
Suffering (yeah life i give in)
Tap us a *** (slang for cigarette) could i get a cigarette
the next bits a brain frizzle
if Pokémon had diarrhea would they call it the squirtles?
I'm going back to the sound only i can hear
the voice behind the curtain
that sees wherever i stare
by Paula Larson |
Categories:
nostalgia, love,
As solemn curse extracts the entity of worse,
so moderating to a lesser verb
excoriates to slang of verse.
And so it is derivative's adverse,
is anger, that I cannot love thee - terse,
with gentle thought as in some morning's nurse.
I love thee, there it be, in violence or curse -
I love thee, love thee, love thee - no reverse!
by Synese Chaney |
Categories:
love, me, me,
Is it me
Is it me that he sees
Is it me that he needs
Is it me that he wants to please
Is it me that he prays to God for on his knees
Is it me
Is it the way that I act
Or is it my eyes that have their way to attract
Is it the stride in my walk
Is it the slang in my talk
Is it me
Is it the curve of my back
Is it the ignorance that I lack
Is it my smile as to why he stares
Is it my unique style and the way I wear my hair
Is it me
Is it because I'm not a hoe
Is it the street knowledge that I know
Is it my lifestyle and flawless ways
Is it the ups and downs and rainydays
We've endured....
IS IT ME
by Vilmos Zoltan Galyo |
Categories:
life, love,
Love
Slang, daily used
An illusory word
Appearance emotion
Fleeting happiness
There is no love
Idealistic emotion
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
love, proposal, romantic, sexy, together, uplifting, wedding,
One himself as Spring
One as Summer
The other as fall
One bragged about
Winter.and several as
All!
None understood
The whole ball of
Wax.
The Everything
The All
Knowthing before
And
Knowthing after
The way
The truth
The light
The All!
In proper
In slang
In real
Wrong
And right
All
And
Efficant
The
Whole
Ball
Of
Wax!
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
love, proposal, romantic, sexy, together, uplifting, wedding,
One himself as Spring
One as Summer
The other as fall
One bragged about
Winter.and several as
All!
None understood
The whole ball of
Wax.
The Everything
The All
Knowthing before
And
Knowthing after
The way
The truth
The light
The All!
In proper
In slang
In real
Wrong
And right
All
And
Efficant
The
Whole
Ball
Of
Wax!
by Cecil Hickman |
Categories:
history, nostalgia, on writing and words
Thou are the memories of my past.
Thee share my only love at last.
Shall ye go now and breathe deep.
Where doest my eyes begin to weep.
Auld distant memories begin anew.
From the days of syne, they grew.
Thine past is your futures thought.
Thee will continue for all wrought.
Mine Lang lazily lost from syne.
Thee shall know it so velvety fine.
Whom shall seek thee shall find.
Days, long ago, so sweet and kind,
Speaking was definitive and broad.
Now the slang changes to be mod.
by Michael Ramel |
Categories:
word play,
I love Djibouti
I want to duet with you
Do you know the alphabet starts with P
In philosophy
the variable Q, then too
Or the slang for a cop? dirty screw
Can you be on the fence?
No, your either for or against
And while you may show partiality
There is no neutrality, it’s a fallacy
And finally, to love, what is it?
If you’re not sure, it’s exquisite
Inquire within