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Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
2nd Apr 2024 5:25pm
Sea Breeze Cafe
In the tourist town of 10B, in the sea breeze cafe, I popped in for a bacon bap and a nice hot latte.
A short dumpy gremlin, whose name was Jolene, was being rude to the customers, tho she was quite pretty.
But only on the face, her greasy hair was tied back in a bun, I'm sure she just like being a b*tch and did it all for fun.
She should work at Karen's cafe, then she would be good at her job, instead of flobbing into people's cups of tea and acting like a yob.
With a screw face on and her arms folded up, she chucked the menu to the customers like...
A short dumpy gremlin, whose name was Jolene, was being rude to the customers, tho she was quite pretty.
But only on the face, her greasy hair was tied back in a bun, I'm sure she just like being a b*tch and did it all for fun.
She should work at Karen's cafe, then she would be good at her job, instead of flobbing into people's cups of tea and acting like a yob.
With a screw face on and her arms folded up, she chucked the menu to the customers like...
#birds
#beach
#holiday
#food
#travel
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cabcool
Poem Published
29th Jan 2024 5:43am
29th Jan 2024 5:43am
upon this lovely january morn
a debut saltation for 2024
“I like the dreams of the future better than the history
of the past.”—Thomas Jefferson
upon this lovely january morn,
o how my heart, intrepid in its pulse,
keeps vigil, as the fledgling year is born,
while earth's nerves, in her afterbirth, convulse!
she sucks her first breath from the virgin wind
...
“I like the dreams of the future better than the history
of the past.”—Thomas Jefferson
upon this lovely january morn,
o how my heart, intrepid in its pulse,
keeps vigil, as the fledgling year is born,
while earth's nerves, in her afterbirth, convulse!
she sucks her first breath from the virgin wind
...
#hope
#holiday
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
#NewYear
70 reads
2 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
28th Nov 2023 1:26am
28th Nov 2023 1:26am
A Pause For Mr Claus
#dark
#holiday
#parody
62 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
ballad of ocho rios
Though the road’s been rocky, it sure feels good to me.”—Bob Marley
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
#countryside
#river
#beach
#nature
#holiday
233 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 3:18am
15th Mar 2023 3:18am
Do You Remember The Flavor Of My Skin In Paris
Surrendering of me as you part the ingress of my sacred Chi unto you
Your skin I ravenous the taste, my love
The closet to worship the silhouette of God’s beautiful first creation
Take me higher beyond the clouds, our body’s softly shuffling
Landing among the crest of the stars
Our breaths of enlighten we come
Bowing unto the skies as we call out Selah in union
Suspending me in the hereafter
Intoxicating me as I open the gates of my sacred temple unto you
Clenching me as woman to man
Infusing me tenderly with the...
Your skin I ravenous the taste, my love
The closet to worship the silhouette of God’s beautiful first creation
Take me higher beyond the clouds, our body’s softly shuffling
Landing among the crest of the stars
Our breaths of enlighten we come
Bowing unto the skies as we call out Selah in union
Suspending me in the hereafter
Intoxicating me as I open the gates of my sacred temple unto you
Clenching me as woman to man
Infusing me tenderly with the...
#holiday
#lover
#travel
#sensual
#seductive
639 reads
14 Comments
Sybil_StarWitch
Poem Published
11th Jan 2023 3:12am
11th Jan 2023 3:12am
Wounds of a Clown
What will my life be if I look back on when?
On Christmas some people dress like Santa,
Some people dress like elves or other things.
They do it to entertain their happy children,
My mother used to call me her little Anna...
To share the joy that the holidays can bring.
When I went out east, I dressed like a clown,
To entertain a girl who is really just a child.
I am friends with her mother, I like that town,
And my personality is silly and mostly wild.
It was a fun time, they made me feel welcome,
The holidays when by for me way too...
On Christmas some people dress like Santa,
Some people dress like elves or other things.
They do it to entertain their happy children,
My mother used to call me her little Anna...
To share the joy that the holidays can bring.
When I went out east, I dressed like a clown,
To entertain a girl who is really just a child.
I am friends with her mother, I like that town,
And my personality is silly and mostly wild.
It was a fun time, they made me feel welcome,
The holidays when by for me way too...
#sadness
#Christmas
#holiday
#misunderstood
#healing
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CrazyPrincess_Chlo
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 3:13am
8th Jan 2023 3:13am
The Happiest Smile
I greet the new year with the happiest smile!
Because with Kara at my side, I am content.
Each moment we share, each day, each night...
Makes me the happiest little girl in the world.
I greet the new year with my very own style!
Singing, dancing, so all my joy is given vent.
The is the first new year that feels fully right...
It is more precious than diamonds, or pearls.
Because I greet this new year as Kara's wife!
With him as my husband I know only delight,
I will be at his side forever, in our happy life.
This is my dream come true...
Because with Kara at my side, I am content.
Each moment we share, each day, each night...
Makes me the happiest little girl in the world.
I greet the new year with my very own style!
Singing, dancing, so all my joy is given vent.
The is the first new year that feels fully right...
It is more precious than diamonds, or pearls.
Because I greet this new year as Kara's wife!
With him as my husband I know only delight,
I will be at his side forever, in our happy life.
This is my dream come true...
#happiness
#love
#marriage
#holiday
#passion
265 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
11th Dec 2022 10:22pm
11th Dec 2022 10:22pm
Tis The Season
Sitting here in this parking lot waiting
Looking at the people like insects migrating
Those same old emotions have returned, the fears, the hating
When it was just just a few weeks ago, you were all celebrating
What does it take for you all to show that you're of the same seed
A few fucking weeks to show, you're all about greed
How many of you for went a want and settled on a need
How many of you invited a homeless person over to your mega-feed
Even if Christmas was about the birth of Christ
Do you think this is the only time of the...
Looking at the people like insects migrating
Those same old emotions have returned, the fears, the hating
When it was just just a few weeks ago, you were all celebrating
What does it take for you all to show that you're of the same seed
A few fucking weeks to show, you're all about greed
How many of you for went a want and settled on a need
How many of you invited a homeless person over to your mega-feed
Even if Christmas was about the birth of Christ
Do you think this is the only time of the...
#kindness
#holiday
#humankind
285 reads
4 Comments
Mikash
Poem Published
18th Mar 2022 3:20am
18th Mar 2022 3:20am
If Foucault Were A Panoptical Poet
I know not what happened before my memory.
Just take for granted what [i]I’ve been told.
From wrinkled lips
And tattered tomes
Come marked ‘membrances –
Songs of stodgy tone.
We, ourselves, are marked should we forget them.
“They” are the holidays.
We “manouvre” ourselves
In our “natural – malleable – forms”
To be “docile” – “drawn” – and “quartered” –
Fifteen minutes at a time.
Atomic clocks [are] like wartime...
Just take for granted what [i]I’ve been told.
From wrinkled lips
And tattered tomes
Come marked ‘membrances –
Songs of stodgy tone.
We, ourselves, are marked should we forget them.
“They” are the holidays.
We “manouvre” ourselves
In our “natural – malleable – forms”
To be “docile” – “drawn” – and “quartered” –
Fifteen minutes at a time.
Atomic clocks [are] like wartime...
#identity
#holiday
#philosophical
#culture
#tradition
305 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
9th Feb 2022 7:49am
9th Feb 2022 7:49am
Liars Convention
A few months ago several friends onsite asked me how was my Thanksgiving?
Basically I gave them a friendly run around because I don’t celebrate any holidays. But I seriously don’t believe in shitting on anyone else’s belief’s or dreams. So as I said I shadow danced around with my answers, but because so many people asked I decided to write it down.
On Wednesday the day before Thanksgiving I got up and dressed as usual for work. I hadn’t requested any vacation time because I intended to stay at home and work. I arrived at work after stopping by the doughnut shop and...
Basically I gave them a friendly run around because I don’t celebrate any holidays. But I seriously don’t believe in shitting on anyone else’s belief’s or dreams. So as I said I shadow danced around with my answers, but because so many people asked I decided to write it down.
On Wednesday the day before Thanksgiving I got up and dressed as usual for work. I hadn’t requested any vacation time because I intended to stay at home and work. I arrived at work after stopping by the doughnut shop and...
#lies
#holiday
#funny
482 reads
4 Comments
princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2021 5:27am
2nd Aug 2021 5:27am
Lughnasadh // Shards of Summer
August 1st, Lughnasadh. The first harvest. The first feast. I laugh with the summer’s heatwave that leaves the rain a distant dream. The first harvest of autumn’s coming, the first harbinger of winter, the last night of true summer gracing my skin. So I shatter a window and collect the glass shards of the last sundown of summer. Before the leaves change colours, while I can still be myself. Before the fog rolls in, before my rainbow turns to gray and the bitter chill ahead. I peer into the looking-glass shards, and the light I see may yet still hold a trace of the warmer months.
I bake...
I bake...
#summer
#fall
#holiday #bittersweet
#holiday #bittersweet
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missjem56
Poem Published
16th Apr 2021 9:53pm
16th Apr 2021 9:53pm
(Don't) Cross That Bridge When One Comes To It
We reached our final destination, just outside a quiet little village in North Wales, for a peaceful camping holiday, and a well deserved escape from the humdrum. The sun was slowly breaking through a dewy morning mist, and the only signs of life, was a small stony quaint Welsh Cottage, set amongst a little wood in the distance, as a small plume of smoke rose from it's chimney.
Right by the camping area, was a very old stony bridge, which went over a rambling brook. There were various other tents on the site, but they appeared empty, and although there were vehicles by them, there was no...
Right by the camping area, was a very old stony bridge, which went over a rambling brook. There were various other tents on the site, but they appeared empty, and although there were vehicles by them, there was no...
#murder
#beauty
#holiday #escape
#holiday #escape
272 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Holidays
