About CS Poems (263)

There was once a blogger whose blogs were rich
In their potential for opinion generation
they were ahead of their time
and the blogging itself was of unparalleled artistry
Such discussion flowed from each and every observation
made by this master of the study of human nature
Though never formally trained
the blogger's insights were both new and bore a clarity
that was nothing short of stunning
However, one day he was in a horrible
motorcycle crash
and still to the present day
he is disabled
Through years of meditation
he gained the remarkable ability
to resume his ponderings
but the effort leaves him
emotionally and physically exhausted
in need of bed
and Alka-Seltzer
and unable to engage in the banter
that was so customary to follow
In short, his disability,
his commentlessness
leaves us all a bit
disabled in our own commenting
Remember him

two
is the number of days
until I can post

two
can be so many
to hold breath

two
is too many
sometimes

two
will go away
eventually

Jack the Ripper,
He walks & talks,
Like an ordinary person.
Is he a psycho murderer,
Or a serial killer,
Maybe a famous actor,
Or a police constable.
He is bloodlust terror,
One who possess skill of invisibility,
Now he is Legendary,

The renowed london bridge,
The place of unravelling horror,
An unknown destiny reached,
Or a mystery of the Ripper?

Over a century past,
From the first victim to the last,
The speculation goes on.
That his work not done.
But where does this puzzle lead,
Of the many of his unresting dead,
Still not a trace of him been found,
Only the memory of Jack the Ripper stills haunts....

When we are born, we enter the world. This my friends is the start of the circle of life. We get to know our parents and are spoilt by countless relatives. When we are toddlers, we learn to walk and talk. When we are children, we go to school and learn right from wrong. We may find ourselves lucky enough to have a sibling.

When we are teenagers, we decide which path we take for better or for worse. We leave our childhood behind and start to enter adulthood. We may find our first true love and learn to drive a cat and get our first taste of working in the workforce. When we are adults, we travel around. We may marry our childhood sweetheart or someone new and become parents ourselves.

When we are middle aged, we may become grandparents and spoil our children's children. We may think about retirement. When we are old, we start to slow down, this is the saddest part of life. We also know the end is near and therefore plan the next phase of our life in heaven. When we die, we know that the wheel of the circle of life will keep turning as we are not forgotten. This my friends is the circle of life.

I have filled out where I am from,
I have stated my age.
With a click of the mouse,
you can see my page.

I put this info there,
so you don't have to ask me.
If you ask me these things,
not trying to be dastardly.

But I'm thinking that maybe,
you're a bit dense?
Or maybe just lazy,
please don't take offense.

For it's me who's offended,
to be asked what you ask.
Read my damned profile,
it's no great task.

Guess what, if you actually bother to,
take a look at my available profile.
You'll see I'm not the one for you,
you're simply smitten by my smile!

I hear you
I knew

too sudden for birds to arise?
don't think so

Surrendered you did to your
cries

sleeping ghost
that
weeps so
alone



flick your such
blanket anger

spread your'e unknown

It is you....your chance to make a difference

sleep well in the hell

now you are dead

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Mr and Missus sealed with a million kissess,

Death by toll's upon the golden scroll it's truth it's fantasy it's story's untold,

Beneath the apple tree the story's are told,


But out the real world your own life unfolds.

Mark this one on the calendar kids, each and every All of you,
a one-off epicurean beggar bids.
Spins a tale from fabled realm, scenarios projected from a crystal ball
Seating limited to an even One Hundred, females only please

If ever a Centaur thought itself a mule, warm is fuzzy is a jackal’s tail
but knows where all the cops are too…
Suggests to pack an overnight bag - lost dove on the wing caught up
the whirlwind, this devil’s advocate has your back
Be sure bring along your best perfume, any routing #’s laying around
ah what the heck, lifetime savings too
Triton`s Spear aimed Mermaid World this instant Stingrays You!

Lollipop disguise in no way Self-Serving, no not at all because
without even having played the thing
the Lottery Prize has just befallen Three!
Those hopeful remaining 90 plus 7 will have to wait most patiently
while the man w/the plan from FEMA eventually gets back to you

So what was it exactly, thou sweet and cherished, each one my lucky three
what is it you wish to profit by me?
Those Ruby Slippers, click heels together, tornado gently sets you down
No Munchkin Land, no balloons on a string
no airfare included, no jeweled crown; but instead
Fate’s straight hand would choose to hand you this:
A First among absolute Worst, this
alter-alternative tenpin from Mars; this
stuffed doggy on a trash bin flashing a wink, this
{all capitals} > > top dog-diggity jerk

When Me myself and I come around, best bet is to head outta town.
Wink wink blink;
but y’all’s beautiful remember; y’all jus’ b’yooful !!!

The time has come again,
To meet old friends and dance,
And match our shouting words,
With arms of Venus flying traps.

Thru joys of thunderous laughter,
And tears of raining moments,
We gathered with a fight for love,
Of an ancient tale that's called 'poetry'.