The morning after I tried to die was just like any other. My Grandmother called me from the kitchen, alarming me that I had slept-in too late. My face was puffy in my eyes, cheeks and lips. My body was fatter and more stocky. My color was all-well returned back to my head, with my nose a bright red. I had taken most of the pills in my prescription bottle, surprisingly nobody noticed the amount of them that were missing. Even though I was breathing, I have been dead for months.
The morning after I told her I was better off nowhere, in the thirty degrees heat, I left. I figured it made no matter where I found myself in the world anyways, for I was just a problem made of atoms.
The morning after he told me he loved me I took his blindness and handed it to Jesus, Jesus healed him like he did the others, and suddenly he was just a boy who had said three words he’d never mean.
The morning after the dog left, I saw his footprints embedded in the living room carpet like cement. I saw him moaning and crying at the door like the ghost he was, begging to come back.
The morning after I woke up, I wish I had not. But that's just life.
Don't be fooled by his smiling teeth.
They hide malevolence beneath.
And I advise that you never slight
him because of his squatty height.
If you're feeling fast and cocky,
recall, a croc is swift and stocky.
I am with three old friends,
we are at the Royal Albert Hall,
a place we have been to once or twice.
The venue is exotic and plush
the way all dreams should be.
All of us are grey beards,
we are wearing tuxedoes,
our white dress shirts tailored
to conceal comfortable bellies.
I know these guys,
one has led a dangerous life, one a sad life,
one trod a footloose way.
There are no others in this vast auditorium.
An elderly Brahms and full orchestra
are busting through his monumental
second piano concerto.
Occasionally my friends look at me,
smile and shrug, It's a recognition
that we have been through all this music before,
played every note in fact.
When the music ends
the stocky, cigar-stained hand of Brahms
gestures us to join him.
We stand and bow respectfully,
but decline.
Outside this great hall
we agree
that just one of us would be quite enough,
two then fold inwards
vowing to never be parted,
and certainly, we have no wish
to outlive each other.
Why are swans the symbol of beauty?
Is it their nimble necks and angel wings?
Though my neck is stocky and my wings, not of heaven,
My posture is fair and I fly just as well.
Why are owls the symbol of wisdom?
Is it their trusting eyes and clever hunting tactics?
Though my eyes are beady and my talons, not of sport,
I perceive all and gather only what I need.
Why are robins the symbol of song?
Is it their sweet sound and timely performance?
Though my voice is coarse, and my timing, unplanned.
I have a faithful audience and I arrive as I please.
Why are doves the symbol of love?
Is it their perfect presents and Biblical presence?
Though my gifts may be peculiar and my name unknown,
God knows of me and my romantic love language.
Why does society have such poor taste in birds?
Is their view so bleak they only touch surface level?
Though hawks may seem gallant and parrots, exotic,
I know that my name, Crow, means more than just death.
Diego Armando Maradona :
Dashy pushy rustic persona.
Small structure caught in five feet five frame
Sunny player in fabulous fame.
Promising skill on challenge of arrogance .
Strong sturdy solid sense to keep balance.
Tangled disarranged hair.
Careful, yet without care.
Excitement to enhance but not perchance.
Bullish, buoyant, graceful with eyes angelic.
Not polite, over confident, strategic.
Impatient cocky, the stocky number Ten
to sky ball on loops of eyes reaching heaven.
In the Movie
" lausia Seek Who Ah"
a Damesel in distress and her lover
are in a cave tied to the wall
with gold chaiins.
The woman loosenes herself
from the chains and stands
before her lover. Before they
could speak a Dark Bearded top hat
wearing man in a black cape
and tight pants appeared.
The woman began saying
"leave him be: you fouled person"
the Cape wearing guy began
laughing: "ha:ha:ha< you
refuse to tell him.
the golden chained hero guy
say's tell me what.
"Ha:Ha:ha!" She is my lover
you stocky freak
who's Disk Funk Cional and
seeks love in vain.
Pasion, he spoke bring yourself to me.
She stood and looked around and
staring the guy in the
face she walked to the cape wear villan
to stand beside him.
Kiss me might he crumble
in dispair.
She kissed him, and said
to thehero type pperson,
might you crumble that I
have not what you need
to be your lover.
"Ha,ha,ha" the villan spoke
and now she is my
vecson, might we be
vile together!"
In Tule Valley, hooves strike the sagebrush-speckled desert floor,
it is there between the rippling mountains that stocky legs push off
the ground, and take to a gallop;
A momentum so palpable it resonates with each strike of the earth,
in this valley where dusting light rain falls across the mountaintops.
They gallop with volition and stamina,
here where sunlight blasts the parched grounds, and tufts of rice grass sway,
in the hot breeze.
It is a place devoid of human residents, a place where wild horses run
and rabbits leave their tracks in the rippled sand.
It is a part of the world where the stars at night sparkle
with marvelous intensity, a place where one can lay on the sand
look up at the sky and almost see eternity...
Give This Guy a Chance
Throw in
Rowen
The Hypochondriac
Dyin’
Eyan
So Generous is He
Giver
River
The Sneaky One
Wily
Riley
The Parachutist
Glider
Ryder
Legal in Half the States
Ruby’s
Doobies
Cute as a Lass
Bonny
Ronny
So Sweet
Randy’s
candies
Always at the Beach
Randall’s
Sandals
Swam to Florida
Cuban
Rueben
Too Stocky for His Race Horse
Jockey
Rocky
Give him a Hanky, Please
Clammy
Sammy
Prefers Prosecution
Lawyer
Sawyer
Guy with Allergies
Itchy
Richie
Time to Land
Fly low,
Shiloh
Always on Dialysis
Sydney’s
Kidneys
A Simple Rapping Pieman
Rhymin’
Simon
Ballerino
Twirling
Sterling
Why He Was Put in Time Out
Sinbad
be bad
The Guy Whose Buttons Pop off
Glutton
Sutton
MARADONA ARGENTINIAN
Maradona Argentinian ! The stocky :
Number ten to sky high on loops of eyes ! Cocky.
Proved splendid sunniness ! High heroic spirit.
Swift feet ! Athletic genius touching summit.
she cannot get into clothes anymore
prefers a blue mumu or sweat pants
red meat eater from Iowa
well-fed with carbohydrates
rotund and Rubenesque
waddles into rooms
squat and stocky
overweight
chunky
bulk
Chubby cream grubby against white ice
Hungry somewhat clumsy polar bear heist
Hopefully loping over to an asylum of seals
Tusked beasts bound to become tasty meals
Damp nose oscillates, catch tongue anticipates
Hook claws extend, jagging his cumbersome gait
Ungainly angle rotates blundering bear ballerina
Jaws roar frustrated, mishap sadly signals dinner
Jolly bodied, barrel stocky well insulated brood
Swivel protruding chests to avoid being food
Fear pulls polar threat away, phew! - Relax
Pack pacify, raft drifts after cold cracks
Snowy blows his nose with hankie huge paws
Lucky that chubby has arms strong as oars
Iceberg dips, whiskers twitch while wishing
Imminent swim success - in frigid fishing
8th March 2023
Written for Contest: Cracked
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
The dough rests
In the small fridge
Rolled out by the baker
She has worked hard now
But the job’s not done yet
Cutting the shape
Then in oven to bake
Out pops a plate of men
Gingerbread just get a whiff of them
Ginger, molasses, golden brown, crisp
Who’ll be the first to get a taste of him
Hands first or the giant head fingers
Center of crispy, brown chest
feet, or round belly
Look around instead
Maybe some icing
Some buttons, or eyes, mouth, or clothes
Long, stocky pose this leg or that
Who’ll eat his nose Filled with ginger
Any part goes Yum, yum toes
For Brian
Written: 10-24-2022
I am a wild Pallas, so get out of my way.
I am determined to get back to my kits today
They are high away from people in the Tibetan Plateau
Please leave me alone, for I can be aggressive, you know.
I am trotting to my kits, so stay out of my way.
I am the fluffiest cat, but not here to be social or play.
I am heading toward rocky terrain, my bushy tail held high.
If you think we are going to interact, you have got the wrong guy.
My stocky build makes me kind of slow, all right.
So if you insist on engaging, I will stay and fight.
I have adopted to the cold, which is what I prefer.
Don’t expect a housecat, I have no gentle purr.
Sponge Bob Square Pants must have originated with Boterismo
I can only imagine the responses by the socialized.
They would not have understood the blockish faces
Or the stocky blocky bodies drawn by Angulo
People with art in their souls readily understood it
Flocking to his shows in droves - duplicating and imitating
His art is not for everybody, but it is for those with soul.
Which is why it is recognized all over the world.
Her name was not Virginia
Neither was it Pat
I remember her as June
Because of her lovely pink hat.
June is a pink hat month, you see
With its flowers so charming, so gay
Yes, I know her name was June
I remember her quite that way.
She spoke so softly, gently I'd say
I thought she'd scarcely be heard
But her pink hat served as a megaphone
And the group heard every word.
Hundred of speakers have said their piece
Some short, some stocky, some...fat,
But none have held my attention
Like the lady in the lovely pink hat.
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