I’ve got nothing. #NaPoWriMo
I don’t have a poem in me.
I’ve got nothing to say.
The day passed by so listlessly
I let it get away.
My silence, though, does not bespeak
What goes on in my head.
For later tonight I plan to get
My freak on in my bed.
Captain Assmerica, a poem by Miss Worded
O, Captain Assmerica, long may you wave.
You jiggle, I giggle — don’t make me behave.
Your glorious close-up, it made me forget
The popcorn I mortgaged my house to go get.
O, Captain Assmerica, I don’t need no urgin’ —
I don’t even mind you’re a elderly virgin.
Buck up, sweetie, I’ll teach you to screw:
I consider it my patriotic duty to.
O, Captain Assmerica, please say there’s a sequel
Don’t care what it is, nothing being equal
To your bouncy, fine butt cheeks in thin workout pants
Must… watch… gif… something some…thing
*Thunk*GLORIOUS
Yo, but “elderly virgin”, #doe…………………
There’s a chance I may be dying.
“
Inner Strength
If you can start the day without caffeine or pep pills,
If you can be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you time,
If you can overlook when people take things out on you when,
through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can do all these things,
Then you are probably the family dog.
”
I Know My Soul
I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I’m comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.
- Claude McKay
Some people like Milan or Paris
Or even New York better.
I prefer Los Angeles
Mainly for the weather.
There are those who say
Chicago is best for a go-getter.
I prefer Los Angeles
Mainly for the weather.
I get emails from Tokyo
Or from Cairo, I get a letter.
I prefer Los Angeles
Mainly for the weather
But there are days when
I have to don a jacket or a sweater
Then I think of Belize
Mainly for the weather.
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Yo sueño con el colibrí
Yo sueño con el colibrí
He visits me every night
Brown body rocking back and forth over me
He intrigues me with his beauty
He sings a pretty song just for me
Yo sueño con el colibrí
He flits here and there
Touching everything
Bringing a brightness to the dark areas
Yo sueño con el colibrí
Does he dream of me
