Jumping Puddles
On a cool spring evening
saw cocooned young girl
skipping skipping skipping
while her mother’s blood
was dripping dripping dripping.
Not mashed
musky stench
stencil-plating
failure foetus
plastering out psyche
aberrant aborted spleen.
But razored edge
editing adult life.
Themes Of Domestic Violence!
See also ‘Spare The Rod’, ‘After Burn’ and ‘Male Myth Busters’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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On Purpose
I see the blood dripping down my arm.
Red liquid in a running line
I smell the blood dripping down my arm.
Irony and salty
I hear the blood dripping down my arm.
Making splashes as drops hit the floor
I taste the blood dripping down my arm.
Mineraly and smooth
I feel the blood dripping down my arm.
A tickle covering immense pain
Because I cut myself
On purpose
poem by Kylee Bartz
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Skipping!
A little girl was skipping;
As she swung her skipping rope
The neighbors heard her singing
And the song she sang was - Quote:
'Mummy's in the parlour
And she's there with Uncle Fred,
Daddy's in the garage
Says she's doing in his head,
Auntie Jane was crying
Now she's swimming in the pool
And I must keep on skipping
'Til it's time to go to school.'
The neighbors saw her skipping
All along the afternoon,
She skipped a hundred singles
As she sang her little tune:
'Mummy's saying nothing
But she hasn't any clothes,
Uncle Fred is staring
With a chopper through his nose,
Auntie Jane is floating
But her face is turning black
And Daddy's in the garage
With a rope around his neck.'
A little girl was skipping
But there wasn't any sound,
I guess she'll still be skipping
When the sun goes down…
1 April 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Dripping Water
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the horizon of heaven,
on the land, on the sand,
makes me happy, and so elated,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the dark black clouds,
on the leaves, on the tress,
gives them a slow quick bath,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the thunderstruck light,
on the eyes, on the cheeks,
makes everyone to turn the face up!
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the beauty of sky,
onthe mud, on the rivers,
makes musical splashes when gets strike,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the love of vast scream,
to the beautiful murmors of land,
makes me sing, and dance.
poem by Tayyeba Mustafa
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After Burn
Your name. Your name. Your name.
Drives me. Drives me. Resonating Insane.
Destabilization. Dark bitter. Sweet game.
Eros exalted exhaled force fractured pain.
Themes Of Domestic Violence!
See also ‘Spare The Rod’, ‘Jumping Puddles’ and ‘Male Myth Busters’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Skipping-Rope
SURE never yet was antelope
Could skip so lightly by.
Stand off, or else my skipping-rope
Will hit you in the eye.
How lightly Whirls the skipping-rope !
How fairy-like you fly !
Go, get you gone, you muse and mope -
I hate that silly sigh.
Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope,
Or tell me how to die.
There, take it, take my skipping-rope,
And hang yourself thereby.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Spare The Rod
Don't love Daddy cos
he’s mad cruel one.
Who uses buckled belt
to smack stinging bum.
A lesson anger lashed
in frenzied intolerance.
Teaching frustrated right
enforced with maniac might.
Not a lasting heartfelt
love of morals learnt.
Violence only teaches
who is the strongest
not who is morally right
domestically the worst
parental role models.
Domestic violence
must be community viewed
with social intolerance.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Themes Of Domestic Violence!
See also ‘After Burn’, ‘Jumping Puddles’ and ‘Male Myth Busters’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Male Myth Busters
It is a society cultural myth
violence inflicted is not
exclusive property domain
of prime male predator?
female ignored violence
so often shame swept
under convenient carpet
sometimes both parents
beat long suffering
victims their children
tag team wrestling
in circus ring perfecting
thrown bodies bouncing
to angry energy beats
screams of hidden silences
haunting fatalities prolific
Themes Of Domestic Violence!
See also ‘After Burn’, ‘Jumping Puddles’ and ‘Spare The Rod’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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First Year University Expereinces
I learned why it is not wise to skip class often
I learned that skipping homework in university is not the same as skipping homework in high school
I learned what it feels like to be awake for over 2 days
I learned how to smoke pot from a bong
I learned how to compose an essay the day before it's due
I learned that the Freshman 15 is no joke
I learned how to do laundry
I learned to pretend to be happy
I learned to multitask
I learned to be more sociable
I learned why my parents and teachers warned me about the difficulty of university
I learned that failing is expensive
I learned small things, like freshly washed bed sheets, make me happy
I learned to lie
I learned how expensive alcohol is
I learned what it feels like to be a failure
I type this rant while skipping my business ethics class as I further delay the composition of my psychology term paper
poem by Michelle Cow
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Ending of Pretensions
Like a brisk wind cool and quick,
To come a leave a resettling of dust...
To reconnect as dust to again settle.
With few remembering where it sat.
Or where it was at before the disturbance occurred.
As this is done,
Some are numb.
To anything or anyone.
And caring less if the Sun,
Is a solid or a ball of gas.
Few even bother to ask.
It's just a piece of heat.
An adult status has arrived!
Surprising some as it comes.
An acceptance fits without it being compromised.
Many bemoan age.
As if it can be skipped!
As if a youthful glow stops it.
And we can decide to hide.
From a process that adopts death.
Others find their happiness,
With an ending of pretensions.
And whistling freely.
Worthy of a skipping around the bush.
Picture it...
A skipping done absent of concern.
'...and 'this' has something to do with,
The brisk of wind?
That is cool and quick to come and leave? '
Well...
That depends on your fortunes.
I hope you are not relying on me,
To provide reason, purpose and clarity?
You should know I do not live in your neighborhood!
Does it appear to you I am trying to locate comprehension?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Honey
Should i say 'yes' or, should i say 'no' to your love?
For there are more questions bordering me and,
I have my beauty at stake as well.
Do express your feelings when you do love me,
For we are made together for a reason on this love;
And you are free with your mind to infer on my love.
Keep the honey dripping when you are the honest person next door,
For the mirror of your life is all about the reflections on your face;
And let your emotional intimacy guide you on.
Keep the honey dripping, keep the honey dripping!
For it is the sign of your love towards me and,
I will be ready to answer to your call.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Catch Each Word
strain catch each word
dripping dripping
slowly from thawing ice
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Kissing My Love
When I'm kissing my love
I can hear a thump thumping in my head
Mmm when I'm kissing my love
I close my eyes and see
A pretty city
With a million flowerbeds
Ah I can hear the angels sing
Songs that only angels sing
He's such a pretty thing
That I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
Mmm ah when I'm kissing my love
I feel the blood pumping in my veins
Mmm when I'm kissing my love
He's such a tender sender
With a sweet young frame
Oh he's so good at what he does
All I wanna do is kiss and hug
He's got me in love
And I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
Ah when I'm kissing my love
I feel the blood pumping in my veins
Oh when I'm kissing my love
He's such a tender sender
With a sweet young frame
Oh now he's so good at what he does
All I wanna do is kiss and hug
He's got me in love
And I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's k
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Child Of Ice
Remember the child of the ice
listening intently as if awaiting what
from among those heights; of wind blown crags?
Straining to catch each word, dripping
dripping slowly, from melt thawing ice.
Like a grain of wheat waiting
for the sun the warmth the water.
Hopelessly longing for season of growth
to burst forth heralded by breath of spring.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Do I Do
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When youre standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...baby
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, love, love
From the time that I awake
Im imagining the good love that well make
If to me your vibe can do all this
Just imagine how its going to feel when we hug and kiss
Sugar, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...all right
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie...blow!
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow!
Do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your lo-o-ove
Oh, I dont care how long it might take
cause I know the woman for me, you Ill make
And I will not deny myself the chance
Of being part of what feels like the right romance
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you, oh yeah
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you
Girl, Ive got some chocolate kisses for your lovin; baby, oh yea
Do you want some candy?
Do you want some honey suckle?
Do you want some chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you?
Girl, if you felt everything you heard me say
Turn your feelings in your heart back to me right away
And Ill get it
Do I do (do I do)
What you do (what you do)
When I do my love to you
Do I do (do I do)
What you do (what you do)
When I do my love to you
Do I do (do I do)
What you do (what you do)
When I do my love to you
Do I do (do I do)
What you do (what you do)
When I do my love...nate!
I know the record is about to end
But were just going to play and play until it goes away
So if you dont like the groove you can turn the record off
It wont cost you nothin but a penny and youll have a cough
I know I cannot ryhme cause I aint like a friend of mine
But I hai ha ha ha....
(jive rap)
Now everybodys talking about the jive is in...
Well I know Ive got something for your body...
Earl...earl
Earl playing by himself, man...
Earl playing by himself, man...
Earl playing by himself, man...
Dennis playing by himself, man...
Five, four, three, two, one.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Murdering Dreams
When no one is looking
I count the steps
in front of my house
no reason apparent.
I linger in front of photographs
that resemble you
and I allow
cruelly
the contrast
between you
and my present life.
Disappointment
is harder to bare sometimes
in real life
catapulting us
to alternative realities
concocted by our mourning minds
which seek those media dreams
of the perfect life
of escape from the flesh and blood realities
surrounding us
introducing to us
dripping disappointments
in self, others and family.
How guilt-dripping is this dynamic
where reality is seen to be
cruelly oppressive
compared to those media visions
concocted for us
by movies and tv.
Murdering false dreams
is what, therefore, the children
must do
in order to grow up
and become part of humanity.
Otherwise
a grieving shadow
that seeks that happily ever after
becomes a mind dripping
of false realities.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Nocturn
At the barren heart of midnight,
When the shadow shuts and opens
As the loud flames pulse and flutter,
I can hear a cistern leaking.
Dripping, dropping, in a rhythm,
Rough, unequal, half-melodious,
Like the measures aped from nature
In the infancy of music;
Like the buzzing of an insect,
Still, irrational, persistent . . .
I must listen, listen, listen
In a passion of attention;
Till it taps upon my heartstrings,
And my very life goes dripping,
Dropping, dripping, drip-drip-dropping,
In the drip-drop of the cistern.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Anybody home? Anybody there?
You sent emails
And there is no reply
You sent pics and
There is nobody
Acknowledging
You sent a lot
Of poems
And you
Keep on doing
These things
Repeatedly
For what
Crazy phenomenon
You can’t just
Simply stop
Missing breakfasts
Skipping snacks
Little sleep
No exercise
Canceled walks
Refused Parties
You are
Simply engaged
In nothing
But intellectual
Masturbation
Rubbing your
Brains against
The monitor
Self strangulation
Self beatings
Inflicting a
Punishment that
You do not deserve
That
you cannot
Explain yourself
Hey, hey
Is there anybody
There?
Is there
Anybody home?
Are you there?
Answer me
I am tired.
like one mashed potato
just mashed
uneaten
unliked
moldy
and will be thrown to the garbage can.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stranded and Lost
By everyone, I have been reprimanded
Set out to face a world so cruel
To be called as useful as a pile of stool
A reckless fool, I have been branded
By myself, on Earth I’m stranded
I was once thought of as very cool
Smoking weed and skipping school
Saddened by the chances I could’ve landed
No work ethics, can’t succeed in life
From all my guilt, I have to atone
Epic failure, I have no wife
So poor I cannot afford a phone
Everywhere I go, I’m followed by strife
And as such, I’m suicide prone
poem by Abdimajid Abdisamed
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No Peace in Suicide (1979)
Grandiose, spread-eagled, he is lofted from the window
Only for his head to bond in a pool of blood
-Never ming the five kids in the blowing snow-
This man's last act was a thud.
Women, they say, prefer pills,
While men a pearl-handled pistol.
Either effectively kills;
You become a self-defeating missile.
Once I drove high into the rainy mountains
On the Navajo Resevation
To compose a final note of my intentions,
And end it all, final anti-insurrection.
But that old ball point pen kept skipping
And the note was illegible.
I threw it nto the pine cones dripping
And tried to think of things more tangible.
Like driving to Gallup on a Saturday night,
Drinking with the Indians, a guttersnipe,
And, barring accident, wandering home,
To marry my problems to the bone.
Is it best to live as long as possible
In a painful body and senseless drift?
To blast forth a day at a time
And make the best of this shameful shrift?
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Skipping water bugs
stamp ringlets across the moon.
The river flows south.
haiku by Terry L. Young
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