Submissions by kriticool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2015 4:02am
11th Dec 2015 4:02am
.:Cranberries and Bananas:.
this autumn, this time of year
prayerfully they’ll be some
good crammed berries
real good, bloody good,
inna very deep, very red state
one that’ll never back down to bananas
for sure, without any doubt
bananas, some say
they rip ~ pen
their own selves
always do, some
believe they always will
honest polls have said as much
might be in the Bible too, whereas
the older they get
the more yellow they get
least for a while
then they get
darker
but, not so
crammed berries
they bring the juice
the...
prayerfully they’ll be some
good crammed berries
real good, bloody good,
inna very deep, very red state
one that’ll never back down to bananas
for sure, without any doubt
bananas, some say
they rip ~ pen
their own selves
always do, some
believe they always will
honest polls have said as much
might be in the Bible too, whereas
the older they get
the more yellow they get
least for a while
then they get
darker
but, not so
crammed berries
they bring the juice
the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2015 1:16am
9th Dec 2015 1:16am
.:Could This Be The Death Of Me (T-Rump-In-Re-Mix):.
For God’s sake the way you manipulate
You’re such a snake - Exact in how you distract - you the legless
Never do I recall begging for this
A part-time clown crawling around
The way in which you’ve slithered right through
Right into the cloning of what’s tasteless; the trajectory of your cases
You with nothing to stand on, nothing to base your command on
For God’s sake Dude, you are the peerless given over to being careless
Each whisper, yours is a trial by error - so Damned & Clever
Bet there's some heads you'd sever - This
This as you slither...
You’re such a snake - Exact in how you distract - you the legless
Never do I recall begging for this
A part-time clown crawling around
The way in which you’ve slithered right through
Right into the cloning of what’s tasteless; the trajectory of your cases
You with nothing to stand on, nothing to base your command on
For God’s sake Dude, you are the peerless given over to being careless
Each whisper, yours is a trial by error - so Damned & Clever
Bet there's some heads you'd sever - This
This as you slither...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2015 11:56pm
30th Nov 2015 11:56pm
.:Different Frame, Out of Frame:.
Johnny Quested ~ Got arrested
Denied The Crime ~ Didn’t ‘Fess-it
Life that Matters? ~ Thought he’d Test it
Called attorney ~ said, “Cops is Messin’
No Need Bail ~ That’s a Blessin’
They Let ‘em Go ~ Just Slap Wrist Lesson
Friend Hakeem ~ He tried the Same
Cops went off ~ Not in Frame
Out for Fight ~ Out of Sight
“Hold ‘em Down ~ Cuff ‘em, Right?
NO need ~ Not tonight
Just make sure ~ Report it Right”
‘Keem’s Mistake ~ Pissed the Fake
Same ‘Ole Hearst ~ But Different Wake
Homicide claims ~ Justified
Same...
Denied The Crime ~ Didn’t ‘Fess-it
Life that Matters? ~ Thought he’d Test it
Called attorney ~ said, “Cops is Messin’
No Need Bail ~ That’s a Blessin’
They Let ‘em Go ~ Just Slap Wrist Lesson
Friend Hakeem ~ He tried the Same
Cops went off ~ Not in Frame
Out for Fight ~ Out of Sight
“Hold ‘em Down ~ Cuff ‘em, Right?
NO need ~ Not tonight
Just make sure ~ Report it Right”
‘Keem’s Mistake ~ Pissed the Fake
Same ‘Ole Hearst ~ But Different Wake
Homicide claims ~ Justified
Same...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2015 5:33pm
30th Nov 2015 5:33pm
.:Finding Poseidon (The-Lob-Stir-Tales) :.
Oh Poseidon
Dancing upon my chest
Tell me how you trapped the beach there?
There, where I’ve found no rest
Where the sand & shells do loiter
Where what’s dry is such a test
Do tell as your mermaid daughters
boss-a-nova upon
my chest
All this as the tide rolls; rhythm
winding at your behest
To languish here
with an absence of fear
So nice to be your
Guest
Thank u
Oh Poseidon
Shore told me you’re the link
Crystal clear ~ just like my tear
The Sunset sends its wink
And ...
Dancing upon my chest
Tell me how you trapped the beach there?
There, where I’ve found no rest
Where the sand & shells do loiter
Where what’s dry is such a test
Do tell as your mermaid daughters
boss-a-nova upon
my chest
All this as the tide rolls; rhythm
winding at your behest
To languish here
with an absence of fear
So nice to be your
Guest
Thank u
Oh Poseidon
Shore told me you’re the link
Crystal clear ~ just like my tear
The Sunset sends its wink
And ...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2015 3:35am
29th Nov 2015 3:35am
.: My A.S.S. ( Average Sinful Savage ) :.
Look here,
I’m American-made and
I jus turned 20ty
Stealing yours & mine and
what I Do ain’t FUNNY
See, on average I’m very close to Fool-Grown Savage
And Like the Old Adage...Cold Slaw ain’t Cabbage
~ So, Don’t be a Dummy ~ Cuz I lived long enuff, wrong enuff to snatch all your MONEY~
So, DO YOU wanna Laugh? ~ or
DO YOU wanna Gummy?
Gotta Bare all, Baby; Bears
Love Honey
Look, DO The Math,
Cuz, YOU Don’t Know The Half
“B” smoking that shizzle, didn’t see me on The Path
Look, Don’t be...
I’m American-made and
I jus turned 20ty
Stealing yours & mine and
what I Do ain’t FUNNY
See, on average I’m very close to Fool-Grown Savage
And Like the Old Adage...Cold Slaw ain’t Cabbage
~ So, Don’t be a Dummy ~ Cuz I lived long enuff, wrong enuff to snatch all your MONEY~
So, DO YOU wanna Laugh? ~ or
DO YOU wanna Gummy?
Gotta Bare all, Baby; Bears
Love Honey
Look, DO The Math,
Cuz, YOU Don’t Know The Half
“B” smoking that shizzle, didn’t see me on The Path
Look, Don’t be...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 6:43pm
2nd Oct 2015 6:43pm
.:Umpqua Blues:.
Incoherent bursts...a curse? No, not this...
This is a crunch time rhyme
Another seasonal shift, another body lift
Even Oregon can’t hide behind this riff
Again, it’s crying time. Grim Reaper grips-up his nine
Here again, Ego flips Igor hunched overtime
Grief on the TV again shown in prime; wherein
Each victim plays and pays; look a madman’s haze
Another strange guy into his dead ‘em phase
Could it be a sign? Are we into being blind?
Perhaps each time ‘til the end of time
But the picture here ain’t meant to be fine
The pressurized...
This is a crunch time rhyme
Another seasonal shift, another body lift
Even Oregon can’t hide behind this riff
Again, it’s crying time. Grim Reaper grips-up his nine
Here again, Ego flips Igor hunched overtime
Grief on the TV again shown in prime; wherein
Each victim plays and pays; look a madman’s haze
Another strange guy into his dead ‘em phase
Could it be a sign? Are we into being blind?
Perhaps each time ‘til the end of time
But the picture here ain’t meant to be fine
The pressurized...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2015 3:51am
21st Jun 2015 3:51am
.:Facedown in Texas:.
If this was...let’s say
1815 or 1915 or even 2015
As it is... a different time
Yet in the same place all over again
What would you do? What would you have done?
When you found out one more time that nothing changed
Case in point, “Look here, we want y’all out the pool
For you there ain’t nothing happening here”
Now tell us? Would you have shed a tear?
As impatience grows; relentlessly sprouting
Would you at your last wits end begin to have fits of shouting?
Welled up anger & fear with knees perfectly placed
Again,...
1815 or 1915 or even 2015
As it is... a different time
Yet in the same place all over again
What would you do? What would you have done?
When you found out one more time that nothing changed
Case in point, “Look here, we want y’all out the pool
For you there ain’t nothing happening here”
Now tell us? Would you have shed a tear?
As impatience grows; relentlessly sprouting
Would you at your last wits end begin to have fits of shouting?
Welled up anger & fear with knees perfectly placed
Again,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 8:49pm
29th Apr 2015 8:49pm
.:B-More Burns:.
foes
and friends
include
fire-starters
sums
arraigned
B-more smarter
the known...well known
as intifada
what’s unknown?
Freddie’s slaughter
where the
looks of Blacks are
too much thug
but most 2Pac
not whack-2hug
with a
PEACE NOW roll
as we roll & clap
yes, no doubt
certainly fact
with roles exact
consider the map
longstanding trap; some
vicious crap
ain’t nuthin new-
cause they
all done knew
cause what they do
is...
and friends
include
fire-starters
sums
arraigned
B-more smarter
the known...well known
as intifada
what’s unknown?
Freddie’s slaughter
where the
looks of Blacks are
too much thug
but most 2Pac
not whack-2hug
with a
PEACE NOW roll
as we roll & clap
yes, no doubt
certainly fact
with roles exact
consider the map
longstanding trap; some
vicious crap
ain’t nuthin new-
cause they
all done knew
cause what they do
is...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2015 6:20pm
28th Apr 2015 6:20pm
.:Nepal - The Last Call:.
not like
everyone that lives
is handling all their biz
both yours and his and mine and his
man, that’d be like a wiz
I don’t question what’s sincere
creeps acting like they care
thanking God for a healthy bod and for the luck
they thought was there
asking all to add a prayer
like the hit & miss soothsayer
some taking more risk
like a random crook insists
ignoring the book
a longer look
leaving someone
out there
pissed
many live & die and never get took
least not on this earthly plane...
everyone that lives
is handling all their biz
both yours and his and mine and his
man, that’d be like a wiz
I don’t question what’s sincere
creeps acting like they care
thanking God for a healthy bod and for the luck
they thought was there
asking all to add a prayer
like the hit & miss soothsayer
some taking more risk
like a random crook insists
ignoring the book
a longer look
leaving someone
out there
pissed
many live & die and never get took
least not on this earthly plane...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2015 2:20pm
28th Apr 2015 2:20pm
.:Bike:.
part
of the hype..
nature going ageless
imagine asking, “Who made this?”
favorites of what you like
that transformative vehicle
it’s a bit more conceivable
more than a
Jordan residual from Nike
life seen as cyclical; it’s the comical
grabbing laughs while
working the mic
the overt & sequential; life made substantial
with the free wheeling skills
of a tyke
nothing about it cynical
perhaps a bit magical
all relative to
your ride
the ones within, the
ones outside; not a one...
of the hype..
nature going ageless
imagine asking, “Who made this?”
favorites of what you like
that transformative vehicle
it’s a bit more conceivable
more than a
Jordan residual from Nike
life seen as cyclical; it’s the comical
grabbing laughs while
working the mic
the overt & sequential; life made substantial
with the free wheeling skills
of a tyke
nothing about it cynical
perhaps a bit magical
all relative to
your ride
the ones within, the
ones outside; not a one...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2015 11:30pm
26th Apr 2015 11:30pm
.:What Vito might’ve told Johnny (You aughta be in pictures):.
I have
no remorse
Fuck-a-Jack-Woltz-horse
A whole one, a stole one
Runs every course
Just remain on your course
Subscribe to its force
Appreciate
The Good fellow
On the path as
a source
no remorse
Fuck-a-Jack-Woltz-horse
A whole one, a stole one
Runs every course
Just remain on your course
Subscribe to its force
Appreciate
The Good fellow
On the path as
a source
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2015 5:56pm
26th Apr 2015 5:56pm
.:DERMA~ODYSSEY:.
when
the skin your in
has something to say
how you’ll have it your way
like world kings at their play
when they’ve come across skin
craving that squeeze
slight burn to the knees
provoking those pleas
something about skin
when the towel is removed
boldly inked with a message approved
when stretched beyond reason
having found that groove
when that touch of such & such
is a need to come prove
when one reaches that skin
wanting a touch, wanting it much, each finger a crutch
the softest of...
the skin your in
has something to say
how you’ll have it your way
like world kings at their play
when they’ve come across skin
craving that squeeze
slight burn to the knees
provoking those pleas
something about skin
when the towel is removed
boldly inked with a message approved
when stretched beyond reason
having found that groove
when that touch of such & such
is a need to come prove
when one reaches that skin
wanting a touch, wanting it much, each finger a crutch
the softest of...
694 reads
4 Comments
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