Category: Poetry

Poetry challenge from MM: Delilah

Hey there, Delilah
What’re you like, perfect kitty?
I’m 200 miles away
But, cat, in pictures you look pretty
Yes, you do
Someday I swear I will meet you
I swear, it’s true
Hey there, Delilah
Someday you’ll also meet my kittens
We’re right here if you get lonely
If Maddie needs a kitty-sitter
Close your eyes
We’re just a ways, a brief car ride
We’re by your side
Meow, it’s what you do to me
Meow, it’s what you do to me
Meow, it’s what you do to me
Meow, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there, Delilah
I know the squirrels are all outside
But just believe me, cat
Someday you’ll be free and run and glide
You’ll have it good
You’ll kill the rabbits in the woods
Like predators should
Hey there, Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Were original – well, uh oh, hey…
My words aren’t true
I plagiarized this song for you
I’m sorry dude
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
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Poetry challenge from KC: Toenails

Out of stubbornness she refuses to go buy her 400th set of nail clippers. It’ll turn up, it’ll turn up, but our toes, girl! I’ll find it, I’ll find it just go buy another nail clippers! fuck that. The time goes on until she’s

Sliced and diced

Sock-holes

Ankles

Toe-tips tilled by their own stumps

Her untrimmed keratin weeds grow past the branches of her feet and become rotten

Putrid blades

Perfect spatula for scraping fungi butter onto cheesy breadskin

Poetry challenge from RG: Vastness

Vastness

 

Most folks will say “look up! at that little twinkling star”,

& maybe rattle numbers off – “it’s really, REALLY far!”

suppose it’s true, cosmos are large, perhaps they’re kinda big

but look down at your bag of skin and let your daydreams dig

Seven billion people roam our “vast” tiny Earth

But seven billion billion billion atoms teem within one’s girth

They talk and play and scream and die as we all are right now

They love and hate and question fate and probably tip cows

All the while praying watching, wondering what they are

Colossal chemists peering in from microscopes afar

So don’t feel too small or look to stars to find some spacious wealth

The vastness of a universe is really in yourself

 

 

 

A winter poem

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Oh! An alert to dread! Read about my chilled terror, a misery – oh, frigid adjectives shuffling meaningfully

Here’s the second line now, and with it I lament of an ‘approaching coldness’ and it makes you think about winter and how much it sucks

snow, brr

and so on

I knew not to stand up

but I stood up anyways.

I knew not to feed the cats

but I fed them anyways.

I knew not to take my meds

but I took them anyways.

I knew I should smoke (instead of resisting),

but I resisted anyways.

I knew not to stay awake

but I stayed awake anyways.

I knew not to eat breakfast

but I ate breakfast anyways.

I knew not to exercise

but I exercised anyways.

I knew not to shower

but I showered anyways.

I knew not to shower or shave

but I showered and shaved really well anyways.

I knew not to go to class

but I went to class anyways.

I knew not to stay in class

but I stayed in class anyways.

I know that after all of this I’m not supposed to feel shitty

but after all of this I feel shitty anyways.