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Mark Toney Aug 2022
Unsolicited advice
against its storm I brace
Showing no fear or shame
as they get up in my face

In other words ...

They tell me to zig
when I'm zagging
"Hurry up man!"
when I'm lagging

"That's not the way
I'd do it!" they opine
"Better listen to me,
get to it!" every time

Hmm, if that's true
then I'll know
just what to do
when I am you!

More precisely ...

When I do what you say
in my own peculiar way
You stand
beaming with pride
taking credit

If I dare to complain
you declare me insane
then expose me to
ridicule on Reddit
(You don't regret it—
there, I've said it!)

Now I had my say
what will you do?
Hopefully MYOB
not misconstrue

"We just told  you
the best way to go
You must listen to us
don’t you know?”

Thanks!  If that's true
then I'll know
just what to do
when I am you!

As odd as that sounds
it must be true
I'll be doing sooo much better
when I am you!





8/20/2022

Poetry form:  Lyric

A sauté of unsolicited advice with a dash of fun.  All we're trying to do is get rid of the bitterness and make the rest of the flavors pop.  Yummy!

Mark Toney © 2022
8/20/2022 - Poetry form: Lyric - Mark Toney © 2022
ShFR Aug 2022
“Completely under the impression she would resume her status outside” he thought..
maybe my own words betrayed me as the knife entered Brutus

Unhinged,
could the mind play a game, it saw the movies but did it Saw 5?

Animals huddled around the man made entry salivating at the idea of another chance,
ravenous they paced hungry for a sole sight  

What could be for dinner?
If an appearance not made would both beings have to consider drastic measures. A voyage? A continental trip to parts unknown? Meeting ghosts are not my style but Anthony Bourdain was surely welcome.

Was that a twitch from the ****,
all beings in the area stood at attention awaiting a response from the opening. Informal gestures and gazing eyes they dampen any doubts of their desires.

“How dare they keep us waiting”
the impatient thoughts arose out of the sandy concrete mixture. Those who knew of the situation stood steadfast and steady — this might be it

No “read” stamp,
hope has begun to dwindle.
I too wished of a different outcome but life demands transitions.
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Mrs Timetable Mar 2022
Wooden, splinter

Ouch

Stupid box
My brother in laws contribution to poetry...
I'll tell him keep trying
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2022
~
Long live the king!
That is until—zooks!—a correspondence
from one indiscreet mistress
falls into the wrong hands
and passes before
the queen's eyes
it then becomes time
for a little Shakespearean tragedy

~
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2022
~
Mammaries
Light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories
Of the way they were

Scattered pictures
Of the ***** we left behind
More bounce to the ounce
In the way they were

If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we?
Could we?
God-given vs. Store bought?
I'll take the Lord's work
Every time

~
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2021
~
A diamond is forever.
Don't leave home without it.

The complete man
Melts in your mouth, not in your hand.

Snap, crackle, pop.
Pleasure you want. Protection you trust.

As fresh as an autumn breeze.
Maybe she's born with it.

Think different.
Make. Believe.
Have a happy period.

~
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2021
Nothing to see here,
turn the volume down.

Commercials are a gravel pit,
these channels, toy guns

--they shoot muddy water
in your eye.

I'd rather a quiet night
cleaning the ducts
of my conscience.

The night is hopelessly
concerned for the ozone.

My fluffless pillows are clouds
in a pay-per-view sky,

Too wound up in its
binge watching of *** in Egypt
to care about the sun's wrath.

Look! My hot next door neighbor
is exercising in the **** again,
with the curtains wide open.

I'll watch her instead...
SCHEDAR Nov 2021
your
shallow soul
folds
like linen
into my
empty pockets

This,
I can always
count on
Zoe Mae Oct 2021
How odd running into you, in Miami like this.
Should we exchange info, or steal that last kiss?
Your left bumper should be fine.
Not so sure about mine.
It may heal with time.
Boy, you look nice and smooth.
I play along too, like I'm cool as you.
Yep, nothing to see here.
Just a couple ex-lovers, squabbling over your rear.
But yeah, I do my own thing.
I write and brew coffee.
My lifelong dream!
What?
God no. Not in Miami.
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