My Mother Always Said October 10, 2008
Posted by essaytch in Bad Poetry, DJ Nezz.Tags: family, moms, poetry
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Here is a little ditty
To get you through your day:
Behind every cloud is a silver lining..
shiny spaceships ready to steal you away,
poking and prodding my outer reaches.
When you shoot for the moon and miss…
satellites get in the way,
dreams supernova, no television tonight .
The grass is always greener…
laborers manicure the apartments lawn,
the housing crisis keeps me faithful.
United we stand…
waiting in line for the bathroom,
Rocky mountains crumbling wet in my pants.
-DJ Nezz
Across the Wide Missourri September 16, 2008
Posted by essaytch in Bad Poetry.Tags: Alaska, elk hunting, family, hockey, Idaho, lifers, moms, politics, pro-choice, Sarah Palin, VP, Washington
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Welcome, Average Jane…
To the world of “Bright Lights, Big City” Washington!
You’ve traveled far:
from your land of pickup trucks and gun racks,
Elk hunting and hockey moms.
Where you make your choices–
good choices, too! Based on, you know—what’s “right”, and all.
You’ve packed up your herd—
Pipers, Willows, Bristols,
Tracks and Trigs galore—
Left the land of the Inuit,
Out of earshot of those Ruskies across the Aleutians.
And when you arrive,
Will you tell me what to think, how to choose?
Will you make my decisions for me?
Can you stand in my place, amidst the pillars lining the halls of Democracy?
Your tongue is sharp and quick,
Biting, caustic…ballsy.
But I can’t help wondering:
When they ask the tough questions,
Like “What did Delaware?”
Can you respond with more grace and poise
than merely “Idaho—Alaska!”?
-Essaytch
Monday Challenge: Ethere September 15, 2008
Posted by essaytch in Bad Poetry, Monday Challenge.Tags: border patrol, Canada, drinking, Ethere, family, home, iPod, Monday Challenge, poetry, puking, theft, travel
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ETHERE [eh-thuh-ray]: A non-rhyming poem consisting of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.
THE TIES THAT BIND
I
know that
I can not
always be there
whenever you want.
Would it disappoint you
if I were to pull away,
to spend less time traveling home?
It’s not that I don’t want to be there.
It’s just that I need to be my own self.
-Essaytch
* * * * * * * *
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
I
had my
car searched by
border patrol
after a bad joke.
Drank way to much and puked.
Someone broke into my car
by smashing my left-side window.
Then my iPod fell into a pond.
Please get me the hell out of Canada!
-DJ Nezz
Haiku Friday September 12, 2008
Posted by essaytch in Bad Poetry, Haiku.Tags: beer, drinking, family, Kells
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Beer in the sunshine
enjoying the hops and malt.
Nothing is better.
* * * *
Hangin’ with cousin,
good company and good views,
waitress is a FOX!
* * * *
Four beer girls there ain’t.
So many nice things to see.
I’m living the dream!
-DJ Nezz
