misterpuzzles

[misterpuzzles]

"Whatever The You You Weather To (You Are The What To Tether To)"

"Oh I want life.

Life wants me

to breathe in its love.

Take me, I'm yours.

Now I'm comin' up for air."

—Vince Clarke & Andy Bell (of the iconic English synth-pop duo, Erasure)

Where are we looking from?

From where we started from?

From what we're running from?

Where are we looking from?

From where we're turning from?

From what we're keeping from?

Who gets to tell us so?

Which seeds are right to sow?

Mi-Mi-Mi-Ti-La-So

Who gets to tell us so?

Don't all reap what we sow?

Mi-Mi-Mi-Ti-La-So

Mi-Mi-Mi! (Ti-La-So)

Mi-Mi-Mi! (Ti-La-So)

Mi-Mi-Mi—

 

Mi-Mi, Mi...

 

Mi, Mi...

 

Me.

Ti-So-Fa-Mi-Re-Do!

Mi-Re-Re-Fa-Ti-Ti!

So-La-So-Ti-So-Mi!

 

Fa-Mi-Re-Mi-Ti-Mi

Re-La-Ti-La-Mi-Mi

Do-Re-Mi-Mi-Fa-Mi

 

I'm over being numb.

I'm more than zero-sum!

Who knows what I'll become?

 

New life, new different drum,

I'm sticking out this thumb

to find my spirit's

 

hummmmmm...

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #homage #erasure #chorus #breath of life #individuality #perspective #point of view #musician #go your own way #be yourself #upbeat

[misterpuzzles]

"Skiddish Lips"

We put our lips on the same straw.

We put our lips on the same stone.

We put our lips on the same word.

We put our lips on the same tree.

We put our lips on the same bird.

And the straw was split.

And the stone was warm.

And the word was gone.

And the tree was grown.

And the bird was blown.

Split down the middle.

Warm, but just a little.

Nnnnn!

Grown, grown, grown... into a groan, groan, groan groan...

Then blown... away!

#weirdcore #my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #sad poetry #nature #kisses #birds adored #shyness #sharing is caring

[misterpuzzles]

"Don't Shut Up"

I love the voices of my neighbors.

They do not know that they can sing.

And so I tell them, "hey, my neighbors...

I think you can do anything"!

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #rhyme poetry #brevity #feel good

[misterpuzzles]

"Quackery, Daiquiri, Crock"

Quackery, daiquiri, crock!

A mother hen sobs in her frock

and her sad song is played

to the dud-egg she laid.

It goes, *bawk-ery, bawk-iri, bawk*.

Quackery, daiquiri, crock!

The farmer finds an egg by the dock

then hatches a plan,

that switcheroo man,

causing quackery, daiquiri, crock.

Quackery, daiquiri, crock!

The hen mother's beaming in shock

for her eyes can attest,

"a new egg's in this nest"!

What fine quackery, daiquiri, crock!

Quackery, daiquiri, crock!

The months ran away with the clock

and despite how un-cushy

the hen stayed on her tooshie,

despite quackery, daiquiri, crock.

Quackery, daiquiri, crock!

From inside of the egg came a knock.

After cracking and splitting

there came something unfitting.

It was quackery, daiquiri, crock.

Quackery, daiquiri, crock!

A lizard has joined the flock!

Now up and down

the dell he'll sound

his quackery, daiquiri, crock.

Quackery, daiquiri, crock!

The mother hen named her son, Brock

and the barnyard mooed and cawed

while the neighbors all guffawed

at the quackery, daiquiri, crock.

#nursery rhymes #children's poetry #farmhouse #animals #humor #the sillies #poem #my words #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #rhyme poetry #family

[misterpuzzles]

"Know Spit"

I don't spit

where I step.

*hwek*

I don't cruise

where I schlep.

*shwit*

*patooie*

I know my wrongs

*hwek*

*shwit*

from my rights,

*patooie*

but, as for songs

*hwek*

*hwek*

dressed in lights

*shwit*

*patooie*

I know spit!

*hwek*

*shwit*

*patooie*

I don't shit

where I eat.

*hwek*

I don't schmooze.

I entreat!

*shwit*

*patooie*

I know my ins

*hwek*

*shwit*

from my outs

*patooie*

but as for hows

*hwek*

*hwek*

and abouts

*shwit*

*patooie*

I—

*hwek*

KNOW—

*shwit*

SPIT!

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #rhyme poetry #sad poetry #original lyrics #dark humor #spitting #knowledge

[misterpuzzles]

"Step In Time"

The steps I take are nearing me

to knowing if I'm real

but I'm older than I want to be

and younger than I feel.

#my words #brevity #poem #rhyme poetry #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #sad poetry

[misterpuzzles]

"Careful With Those Little Hearts"

"Careful with those little hearts",

grandmother used to warn us

every early February,

as we helped to unpack and arrange

her special collection of pink crystal hearts;

but did we listen?

"Bluest Buckets"

My grandmother described to me

how "on the floor

in the grey half

of a greenhouse"

was "a cracked and cobwebbed,

old, plastic bucket"

and I knew -

it was blue.

"What Grandmother Said About People And Leaves"

"Before

they're gone...                     

there's a grand

finale!"

#granny #poem #poetry #brevity #my words #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #old lady #autumn #valentine's day #greenhouse #getting older

[misterpuzzles]

"The Smoke That Follows"

Consider first the innocent flame

born of the cross-sparks between our gazes.

Consider second that kisses can ignite cotton.

Then after withering to the floor

consider

that you once stood.

But instead of my intense crazy

please

try and see only the why.

Close your eyes

and imagine

the ungraspable truth about smoke,

and why when putting puzzles together

we sort our pieces first into two piles:

one for edges,

and one for middles

(except when those puzzles are ourselves).

Imagine my decision to "lose it" less of a decision

please.

Try and see it as me sorting my edge pieces all to the frontline

so I can seem as usual as possible,

while silmutaneously reverting inwardly

with whatever precious middles I find

to horde feverishly

for the rest of forever.

See it as the smoke that follows the flame.

Watch it twist and seemingly disperse.

With savage pokes

I rummage through the ashy mounds

recently abandoned by their flames.

I am digging

for a sign of the sparks from before.

Being a man,

I wonder if ours

were as bright as the brightest

of all other sparks, post and prior.

Being a coward

I never ask.

Whatever the answer

we both know that our middles got mixed up long ago.

That's how I know that without me

no matter where you go

the best you'll ever be

is busy sorting.

#poem #my words #poets on tumblr #puzzles #blowing smoke #original poem #spilled ink #writing #poetry #crazy people

[misterpuzzles]

"A Sure Sign Of Fire"

Aries...

basically a fuzzy log with handles and terrible depth perception.

He listens for trouble then pommels his way through a mob of lesser fighters,

planting bruises like vegetables.

Slam. Bam.

No thank you, Ram.

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #brevity #zodiac #aries #astrology

[misterpuzzles]

"Some"

I've always wanted to learn some of everything.

Knowledge sounds good to me.

I've always wanted to learn some of everything.

Wiser is a thing to be.

Some.

I know some.

I've always wanted to taste some of everything.

Food sound good to you?

I've always wanted to taste some of everything.

Cooking is a thing to do.

Some.

I eat some.

I've always wanted to try some of everything.

Fervor sounds good to me.

I've always wanted to try some of everything.

Willful is a thing to be.

Some.

I do some.

I've always wanted to see some of everything.

Vision sound good to you?

I've always wanted to see some of everything.

Looking is a thing to do.

Some.

I see some.

I've always wanted to be some of everything.

Who's to say I "cain't"?

I've always wanted to be some of everyone.

Who's to say I ain't?

Some.

I am some.

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #rhyme poetry #music lyrics #brevity

[misterpuzzles]

"This One's For You, Wench"

My safety word is cashew:

as in "cashew outside" if you' making cry!

Bes' bet you're outta my life,

I come up under your knife!

But other than that...

You can whip! *w'psh*

Whip! *w'psh*

W'whip! *w'psh w'psh*

You can smack. *ooo*

And you can tie me to the rack (do).

Just don't leave me hanging there.

It's important that you care.

Oh Wench, My Wench...

you're important and I care!

You can twist! *krrkrr krrkrr krrkrr krrkrr*

Come on, twist! *krrkrr krrkrr krrkrr krrkrr*

You can pinch. *ahh eee*

And you can bite me inch by inch (softly).

As long's you nibble nice,

our love-making will suffice.

Oh Wench, My Wench...

you're important and I care.

You can grab! *mm*

Grab! *mm*

Gr'gr'gr'gr'grab! *mm mm mm mm mm*

You can squeeze. *oon unhhhf*

I enjoy a playful tease (gone rough).

Just please do it with a smile

and I'll deem it all worthwhile.

Oh Wench, My Wench...

you're important and I care.

You can pull! *neeroooo-up*

You can pull! *neeroooo-up*

You can yank. *yoinks*

You can even, frankly, spank (zoinks).

Bruises only cut me deep

when the seeds ar'n't sown to reap.

O Wench, My Wench,

just make me the guaranteeeee

that you're not ever leaving meeeee...

and I'd gladly die todaaaaay

if I was to be your preeeeey...

You're important and I care.

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #rhyme poetry #music lyrics #funny poems #s&m #sadisim #i love you #love songs #spoken poetry

[misterpuzzles]

"Walls"

Cradle-fall out of your life.

Swim like a birdie.

Press an ear to the wall

and listen,

shhh...

Splash and glisten.

Ripen to a pulp.

Press a finger on the wound

and wait...

wait!

I promise, in the end,

you'll be better off my friend.

A promise, so you know

I will follow where you go.

And if you fall, then I'll fall too.

I promise to be there for you.

Lean on walls and harden.

Drink sweet breaths of life.

Tell your secrets to the butterflies

but whisper,

shhh...

Plow your feet a garden

using mind-seeds from your brow.

Squeeze the dirt between your toes

and grow...

grow!

I promise, in the end,

you'll be better off my friend.

A promise, so you know

I will follow where you go.

In ev'ry dream that you pursue

I promise I will dream with you.

Flicker in the winds that blow.

Follow where the rivers flow.

Cross the waves and say goodbye

then blend into the midnight sky.

If you're crying

I shall cry with you.

Echoes knocking through the walls

playing unfamiliar calls...

drowning voices once so swift

buried in their silver rift...

If you're dying

I shall lie with you.

I promise, in the end,

you'll be better off my friend.

A promise, so you know

I will follow where you go.

And when this world of walls won't do

I promise...

I will fly with you.

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #rhyme poetry #music lyrics #sadnees #dark songs #lullaby #eeriebeautiful

[misterpuzzles]

"Pick 'Em All Up"

Right here, in the cold,

cold crook of my hand...

there was a hot, hot heart

that just turned into sand!

I'll pick 'em all up-

these pieces of us!

I'll pick 'em up!

I'll pick 'em up!

I'll pick 'em all up-

these pieces of us!

I'll pick 'em up!

I'll pick 'em up!

I'll pick... them... up!

Right here, in the dry,

dry crook of my hand...

there was a sweaty-ass love

that just turned into sand!

I'll bring 'em all up-

these mem'ries of us!

I'll bring 'em up!

I'll bring 'em up!

I'll bring 'em all up-

these mem'ries of us!

I'll bring 'em up!

I'll bring 'em up!

I'll bring... them... up!

Right here, in the dark,

dark crook of my hand...

there was a blinding fire

that just turned into sand!

I'll hold 'em all up-

these tenets of us!

I'll hold 'em up!

I'll hold 'em up!

I'll hold 'em all up-

these tenets of us!

I'll hold 'em up!

I'll hold 'em up!

I'll hold... them... up!

I'M DOIN' WHAT I WANT

AND I'LL DO IT ALONE!

I'LL HAVE ANOTHER HAND

WHEN I HANG UP THE PHONE!

Up. Up. Up.

I'll pick 'em all up.

I'M DOIN' WHAT I DO

AND I'LL KNOW WHAT I KNOW!

I'LL GO THE ONLY WAY

THAT I'VE GOT LEFT TO GO!

Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up-

Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up-

Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up.

I'll pick them all up.

I'll pick them all up.

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #rhyme poetry #music lyrics #breakup #angercore #brokenhearted #sad poetry #original lyrics #blues rock #spoken poetry

[misterpuzzles]

"Bluebird Blue-Filled Skies"

The bluebird brings

fine, simple things,

like eider puffs and ragwort strings

and nigh, aloft in wholesome highs

a slur of notes, in clear reprise

resplendently

resplendently

resplendent tones that harmonize

in tandem, 'round the raven's cries

so many things

the bluebird brings

he flits, he fleets, he flees, he flies.

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #rhyme poetry #birds #brevity

[misterpuzzles]

"Goin' To A Corn Maze"

Get lost...

...in corn!

We're goin' to a corn maaaaaze!

Are ya ready, are ya ready, are ya ready?

Are ya rea-day-yay-hay?

    (You know;

    I'm gunna keep askin'

    'til I'm convinced that you're ready).

Are ya ready, are ya ready, are ya ready?

Are ya ra-day-hee-yeah-hay?

When the scarecrow's high

and the tree colors, prime,

with the equinox, nigh

whoa! It's just about time

for the cor-hor-horn maze!

    (RE-RE-RE-RE-RE-REPEAT AFTER ME,

    and say),

Are ya ready, are ya ready?

Are ya ready, are ya ready?

    (YOUR TURN!)

"Are ya ready, are ya ready?

Are ya ready, are ya ready?"

Ghoul, I was corn ready.

Hayrides? *snort* Don't make me laugh.

AND the petting zoo was fine

when we were six-and-a-half.

Let's go! It's time to get in line

for the cor-ha-ha-hor-hor ha-ha-hor-hor

ha-ha-hor-hor-hor-hor-horn maze!

    (THIS time, and ya gotta be quick...

    when I say "Are you", you say "READY!")

Are you, "READY!", are you, "READY!"?

Are you, "READY!", are you, "READY!"?

    (Again!

    I know you can do it!!!)

Are you, "READY!", are you, "READY!"?

Are you, "READY!", are you, "READY!"?

    (Ok. I really think I'm buyin' it now!)

I declare this hootenanny

has become a pow-pow!

You once feigned a "ready-moo".

Now, you're untyin' the cow!

All 'cept for you, Lazy-Daisy,

yeah and you Beddy-Sue!

And you, Yawny-Donny,

and uh- you, Loopy-Lou!

The rest of y'all're in!

My true-blue, corn-mazin' crew!

Each one... a super-groovy, Scooby-Doobie,

brave, little sleuth!

And with this power I invented,

vested only in me,

I dub our team, "The Freddies",

ever-ready's can be.

Come on!

We're goin' to a corn maze.

We're goin' to a corn maze.

Gadzooks! I love a good corn maze.

#my words #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #writing #rhyme poetry #music lyrics #halloween #children's poetry #holiday #corn maze #october #fun and games #nostalgia #folk music #stupid humor #hayride #scarecrow #spoken word #pumpkin farm

[misterpuzzles]

Tale Of The Pumpkin King

"Hey, Mr. Devil,

wanna go for a drink?

You just change into a coin

and our plan is kerplink".

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

"Alrighty, Jack,

a shilling it is!

Get me something potent,

something tasty, with fizz".

*snap*

*POOF*

PUMPKIN-BEAN, PUMPKIN-BOUND,

PUMPKIN-BOOM, PUMPKIN-BIND!

This is The Tale Of The Pumpkin Kind.

PUMPKIN-TRAM, PUMPKIN-TRAIN,

PUMPKIN-TRUCK, PUMPKIN-TRUE!

Watch out, or you could be a pumpkin too.

Now, Jack put The Devil

in a purse with a cross

and The Devil got stuck

with old Jack as his boss!

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

"Sorry, y'old cooter,

but you'll do as I say.

I'd like the day I die

to be a much later day".

*snap*

*POOF*

PUMPKIN-PEAK, PUMPKIN-POKE,

PUMPKIN-POND, PUNKIN-PERK!

This is The Tale Of The Pumpkin Jerk.

PUMPKIN-CREAK, PUMPKIN-CRICK,

PUMPKIN-CRAM, PUMPKIN-CREW!

Watch out, or you could be a pumpkin too.

"Alright, alright, alright.

Immune-from-death for a year.

Now, you've had your fun.

Get me the heck outta here"!

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

And so, Jack let him go

and the seasons crept on,

and the year winded down

like the dusk into dawn.

*snap*

*POOF*

PUMPKIN-SWELL, PUMPKIN-SWOON,

PUMPKIN-SWOLE, PUMPKIN-SWEET!

This is The Tale Of The Pumpkin Cheat.

PUMPKIN-GRIT, PUMPKIN-GREAT,

PUMPKIN-GRAND, PUMPKIN-GREW!

Watch out, or you could be a pumpkin too.

"Hey, Mr. Devil,

wanna climb trees with me?

I found some ripe apples.

We could share, easily".

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

"Alriiiiiight, Jack,

what harm could there be

in swinging from branches

like two chimps in a tree"?

*snap*

*POOF*

PUMPKIN-FLIP, PUMPKIN-FLEE,

PUMPKIN-FLAP, PUMPKIN-FLY!

This is The Tale Of The Pumpkin Guy.

PUMPKIN-HUM, PUMPKIN-HUNT,

PUMKPIN-HURT, PUMPKIN-HUE!

Watch out, or you could be a pumpkin too.

Now once the Devil climbed up,

Jack: took out his knife,

carved a cross in the trunk

and said a prayer for his life.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

"Darn you, Jack!",

The Devil said, seeing red,

"This time, ten more years,

I won't snip your life thread".

*snap*

*POOF*

PUMPKIN-MIST, PUMPKIN-MINT,

PUMPKIN-MAST, PUMKPIN-MIGHT!

This is The Tale Of The Pumpkin Knight.

PUMPKIN-THRILL, PUMPKIN-THRIVE,

PUMPKIN-THROW, PUMPKIN THREW!

Watch out, or you could be a pumpkin too.

*BA-BA-BA-BOO

BA-BA-BA-BOOM-BOOM CRACK*!

A freak bolt of lightning

struck Jack!

Woo-woo-woo-woo.

Woo-woo-woo-woo.

And up to Heaven, he flew,

but God was all, "Sh'yeah, uh-- N'YOO"!

AND DOWN TO HELL, HE FELL,

and The Devil sighed, "Well...".

*snap*

*POOF*

And Jack's soul didn't enter

to The Devil's stockade.

For, shady as it was,

still, a bargain had been made.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Deathless and lifeless--

realmless, too (I'm afraid),

for the the bolt'd caught fire

and his body'd been splayed.

*snap*

*POOF*

"Here, you old scoundrel,

at least take this",

and he tossed Jack a piece

of The Infernal Abyss.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

"A hot piece of coal?

How the? Who the? What now?"

but something about it warmed him

and he sang... this eerie vow:

*snap*

*POOF*

"PUMPKIN-BLIND, PUMPKIN-BLONDE,

PUMPKIN-BLIMP, PUMPKIN-BLING!

Mine is The Tale Of The Pumpkin King.

PUMPKIN-NEED, PUMPKIN-NOD,

PUMPKIN-NICE, PUMPKIN-NEW!

Watch out-- Watch out-- Watch out--

Watch out-- Watch out-- Watch out!

Watch out-- Watch out-- Watch out--

Watch out-- Watch out-- oh, WATCH OUT!

*pant, pant, pant*

'Cause I'm a'comin' for you!"

Breezes ain't so breezy

feeling low in highlands

and the coal was always hotly

leaving ash on his hands...

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Jack found the perfect pumpkin

for safely toting the coal.

He said, "Oh, perfect pumpkin,

perfect place for my soul".

*snap*

*POOF*

And he slashed a few holes

so that the light might escape

and propped that perfect pumpkin,

'top the span of his cape.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.

Now every Halloween

we carvin' pumpkins in style

just like good ol' Jack Of The Lantern,

my favorite holiday miser by a mile.

*snap*

WATCH OUT!

*POOF*

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[misterpuzzles]

Not The Hammer

I pack a good lunch,

can stand a strong punch...

but I'm not that big, dumb, dent-em-up, tough-enough, blunt-as-fuck, metal man-thing...

called the hammer.

I'm a lotta neat, useful things.

I sand and smooth and fine tune rings.

I shape up! Bounce back.

I hunch down! Fall slack.

But, NO! NUNNA-NA-NO-NO-NO!

I'm not the hammer.

I'm the level! I'm the brush.

I'm the dial! I'm the crutch.

I've even been the whirligig!

But no. That one's not me.

I'm not the hammer.

I'm a lotta doohickey things.

I feed and twist and wind-up strings.

I spin 'round! Lay tracks.

I hold tight! Fill cracks.

But, NO! NUNNA-NA-NO-NO-NO!

I'm not the hammer.

I'm the scraper! I'm the pan.

I'm the dolly! I'm the can.

I've even been the shop-vac too!

But no. That one's not me.

I'm not the hammer.

*stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp*

No.

*stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp*

No.

*stomp clap stomp clap stomp clap*

*stomp clap stomp clap stomp clap*

NO!

*stomp clap stomp clap stomp clap*

*stomp clap stomp clap stomp clap*

NO!

Come on and get your facts straight

before you get your tacks straight...

because I'm not that big, dumb, dent-em-up, tough-enough, blunt-as-fuck, metal man-thing...

called the hammer!

I'm not the hammer!

I'm not the hammer!

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