PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 4:50am
24th Jan 2020 4:50am
Easy Bake Mistake (Roasted)
For Ruth Less'
Gas oven, 103.
I think I can make toast this way.
They never wanted me to, those doubters,
so I bought extra bread.
It was on sale like 'his' stuff
dropped off at Goodwill
when I emptied the car,
smoking insanity.
I have no muffler anymore
and the shop is closed.
It's right next to the fridge.
Bring on the last meal, no wait,
there's leftovers aplenty
since he's gone.
Toasted 'his' cinnamon stick
on my hearth, that was last week,
now I'm alone.
I can finally...
Gas oven, 103.
I think I can make toast this way.
They never wanted me to, those doubters,
so I bought extra bread.
It was on sale like 'his' stuff
dropped off at Goodwill
when I emptied the car,
smoking insanity.
I have no muffler anymore
and the shop is closed.
It's right next to the fridge.
Bring on the last meal, no wait,
there's leftovers aplenty
since he's gone.
Toasted 'his' cinnamon stick
on my hearth, that was last week,
now I'm alone.
I can finally...
#relationships
#parody
#satirical
#funny
#confessional
540 reads
5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 4:50am
24th Jan 2020 4:50am
Easy Bake Mistake (Roasted)
For Ruth Less'
Gas oven, 103.
I think I can make toast this way.
They never wanted me to, those doubters,
so I bought extra bread.
It was on sale like 'his' stuff
dropped off at Goodwill
when I emptied the car,
smoking insanity.
I have no muffler anymore
and the shop is closed.
It's right next to the fridge.
Bring on the last meal, no wait,
there's leftovers aplenty
since he's gone.
Toasted 'his' cinnamon stick
on my hearth, that was last week,
now I'm alone.
I can finally...
Gas oven, 103.
I think I can make toast this way.
They never wanted me to, those doubters,
so I bought extra bread.
It was on sale like 'his' stuff
dropped off at Goodwill
when I emptied the car,
smoking insanity.
I have no muffler anymore
and the shop is closed.
It's right next to the fridge.
Bring on the last meal, no wait,
there's leftovers aplenty
since he's gone.
Toasted 'his' cinnamon stick
on my hearth, that was last week,
now I'm alone.
I can finally...
#relationships
#parody
#satirical
#funny
#confessional
540 reads
5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 4:50am
24th Jan 2020 4:50am
Easy Bake Mistake (Roasted)
For Ruth Less'
Gas oven, 103.
I think I can make toast this way.
They never wanted me to, those doubters,
so I bought extra bread.
It was on sale like 'his' stuff
dropped off at Goodwill
when I emptied the car,
smoking insanity.
I have no muffler anymore
and the shop is closed.
It's right next to the fridge.
Bring on the last meal, no wait,
there's leftovers aplenty
since he's gone.
Toasted 'his' cinnamon stick
on my hearth, that was last week,
now I'm alone.
I can finally...
Gas oven, 103.
I think I can make toast this way.
They never wanted me to, those doubters,
so I bought extra bread.
It was on sale like 'his' stuff
dropped off at Goodwill
when I emptied the car,
smoking insanity.
I have no muffler anymore
and the shop is closed.
It's right next to the fridge.
Bring on the last meal, no wait,
there's leftovers aplenty
since he's gone.
Toasted 'his' cinnamon stick
on my hearth, that was last week,
now I'm alone.
I can finally...
#relationships
#parody
#satirical
#funny
#confessional
540 reads
5 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 3:35am
4th Apr 2025 3:35am
So Sue Me!
I missed one deadline
one blasted deadline
on the poetry beat for heaven’s sake
an interview with some up and comer
E.E. something or other
but my Editor showed no mercy
strictly a one strike policy you see
so out the door he kicks my fanny
you’ll never work again in this town sonny
that’s why you’ll find me in this backwater town
just South of beautiful Miami
mixing moonshine mayhem cocktails
for seedy patrons in a seedier bar
If I hadn’t missed my deadline
I could have made it big
a star reporter with the Tribune or...
one blasted deadline
on the poetry beat for heaven’s sake
an interview with some up and comer
E.E. something or other
but my Editor showed no mercy
strictly a one strike policy you see
so out the door he kicks my fanny
you’ll never work again in this town sonny
that’s why you’ll find me in this backwater town
just South of beautiful Miami
mixing moonshine mayhem cocktails
for seedy patrons in a seedier bar
If I hadn’t missed my deadline
I could have made it big
a star reporter with the Tribune or...
#confessional
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
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0 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 3:35am
4th Apr 2025 3:35am
So Sue Me!
I missed one deadline
one blasted deadline
on the poetry beat for heaven’s sake
an interview with some up and comer
E.E. something or other
but my Editor showed no mercy
strictly a one strike policy you see
so out the door he kicks my fanny
you’ll never work again in this town sonny
that’s why you’ll find me in this backwater town
just South of beautiful Miami
mixing moonshine mayhem cocktails
for seedy patrons in a seedier bar
If I hadn’t missed my deadline
I could have made it big
a star reporter with the Tribune or...
one blasted deadline
on the poetry beat for heaven’s sake
an interview with some up and comer
E.E. something or other
but my Editor showed no mercy
strictly a one strike policy you see
so out the door he kicks my fanny
you’ll never work again in this town sonny
that’s why you’ll find me in this backwater town
just South of beautiful Miami
mixing moonshine mayhem cocktails
for seedy patrons in a seedier bar
If I hadn’t missed my deadline
I could have made it big
a star reporter with the Tribune or...
#confessional
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
45 reads
0 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 3:35am
4th Apr 2025 3:35am
So Sue Me!
I missed one deadline
one blasted deadline
on the poetry beat for heaven’s sake
an interview with some up and comer
E.E. something or other
but my Editor showed no mercy
strictly a one strike policy you see
so out the door he kicks my fanny
you’ll never work again in this town sonny
that’s why you’ll find me in this backwater town
just South of beautiful Miami
mixing moonshine mayhem cocktails
for seedy patrons in a seedier bar
If I hadn’t missed my deadline
I could have made it big
a star reporter with the Tribune or...
one blasted deadline
on the poetry beat for heaven’s sake
an interview with some up and comer
E.E. something or other
but my Editor showed no mercy
strictly a one strike policy you see
so out the door he kicks my fanny
you’ll never work again in this town sonny
that’s why you’ll find me in this backwater town
just South of beautiful Miami
mixing moonshine mayhem cocktails
for seedy patrons in a seedier bar
If I hadn’t missed my deadline
I could have made it big
a star reporter with the Tribune or...
#confessional
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
45 reads
0 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:03am
5th Feb 2025 8:03am
Joey G
Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in my own mind. I’ve given plenty of examples of that already. I guess it’s important to put backstories into perspective when talking about another person. I’m talking about, Joey Graves, my former bandmate and songwriting partner.
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
#confessional
#prose
247 reads
10 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:03am
5th Feb 2025 8:03am
Joey G
Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in my own mind. I’ve given plenty of examples of that already. I guess it’s important to put backstories into perspective when talking about another person. I’m talking about, Joey Graves, my former bandmate and songwriting partner.
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
#confessional
#prose
247 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
What is This
When fingertips hover over the keys
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
43 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
What is This
When fingertips hover over the keys
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
43 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
What is This
When fingertips hover over the keys
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
43 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
5th Apr 2025 7:41pm
What is This
When fingertips hover over the keys
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
Or twirl the barrel of the pen
Trying to force the expression
A frustration sets in
Even though the emotion lingers
The words are stuck at the dam
Suddenly
Like a gentle breeze coming through the door
A thought crosses the mind
A key word
Like a tiny spark of invention that makes you ask
What is this?
It’s the muse
Awakened
Gentle hands on your shoulder
Whispering
58 Unique Word
74 Total
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
43 reads
2 Comments
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