Sunday, June 30, 2013

Choose, Choose, Choose Me

Studious Ralph yearned for some learning
Before he knew it, pencils were his best friend
Glue could be used in every situation
Markers not only were permanent
But tasted good too
Hand holding felt different
When it wasn't your ma or pop
Milk can be shot from your nose and eyes
Meatloaf was not only food, but a band
Being beat up by a girl never felt so good
Especially when that girl chose, chose
Chose him to be his only Valentine
He will never give up fitting in and finding a friend
When he falls down, he forgets the past
When he gets back up, he's onto a new task
Studious Ralph looks to become Chief someday
Until then, keep on trucking Ralph
Your next train will soon pull in

Who doesn't know or like Ralph from the Simpsons? He's a great character. If I knew someone like him, I'd befriend them instantly. His comic relief has been some of the best moments in the first 13 seasons of the Simpsons (I don't consider anything after 13 to be the Simpsons really).

I hope you (choose, choose, choose me) enjoy!

I Heard You Like Words

Do Minion
Do my Bidding

Tear my Heart out

Re Tire
Re Tire my Car good Sir

S Hingle's
Where is Batman?

Ro Bust
Those meddling Kids

This experimental poem came to me late the other night. Take words and split them into two different words. Then after that, relate them together. Some references may be lost for many people, such as the the "S Hingle's." Pat Hingle was Commissioner Gordon in the old Batman's. The "S" stands for another word. How about "Ro Bust?" Well, think about how Scooby says some words. Now you got it.

I hope you enjoy!

Friday, June 28, 2013

Pucker Up

Lips search methodically for a new set of lips
Without knowing the touch of another pair
The lips will shrivel up and chap
There is not enough balm in the world to unchap these lips

The lips are not looking for any succulent lips
They are wanting something real and meaningful
What are lips without some flaws
A scratch or burn mark has always enthralled these lips

One question for the lips is a bite
Will the lips deny or abide the light nibble
If blood ensures, then kiss the teeth goodbye
If pleasure is found, bite as hard as implied

Big or small, wide or tall, lips are all shapes and sizes
Pink or white, black or brown, lips are all different colors
The lips are not racists against other lips
As long as the other lips understand the situation

To kiss or not to kiss is not the question
With whom is the forethought
With you is an afterthought
The lips are now in sync

I wrote this last poem late last night along with the other two. This one was weird. I'm not sure where I got lips from. I guess I wanted the poem to sound weird, almost as if the lips were very picky about who they kiss.

I hope you enjoy!

Got Slots

I hit nano machines with a fistful of consciousness
Coins flow out the seams of my lustful lips
Pull my lever and journey to the other side
Where time is forgotten, but it is a fun ride

The lights, the sounds will life you from your seat
Instead of floating on cloud nine you mimic the last person feat
What satanic secret do they hold
Winning is all that matters, I am told

Line three up and catch a glimpse at your future
I may not be a fortune teller, but lure another person
With my cold hard steel and flashing lights
How can you not pull my lever without a fierce fight

Look, another winner
Look, what a loser
Look, jackpot
Look, pure luck

I may be a game, but the game of life is your dealing
Come to the bright side and with feeling
I am only a machine and demand your Achilles heel 

I wrote this one really late at night. I had the first line written months ago, but didn't know where it should go. It got me thinking, what about slots? I know slots can't talk or think, but if they could, they may sound like this.

I hope you enjoy!

The Tin Man and Scarecrow Man

A tin man's friend the scarecrow man
Conjures spirits; meaningful wishes

Though the tin man needs oil
His imaginary heart beats with passion
The compassion from others makes his heart real
A stead beat that pacemakers can't compete with
Thump thump; thump thump

The scarecrow man needs a brain but complains about a heart
While a brain will help him think and do
His right to a heart is more fruitful than hay
Sometimes you love without a brain and only think with your redeeming heart
Thump thump; thump thump

Neither man has a brain nor wants one
A heart is what they are aching for
Itching for a new experience to feel
Beyond any experimentation done to them
With this heart, they can love
Not just one another
But another lover to spend their
Squeaky hay days with
Thump thump; thump thump

I wrote the first line of this poems months ago, but did not know what else to write. Last night, I stayed up very late and finally had some inspiration. A lot of stuff is going on so some of it can be seen in this poem I believe.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

William's Woman

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
Cruelty has a human heart,
Go to sleep--though of course you will not-- 
There is a change--and I am poor;
THAT crazed girl improvising her music
Like as a flamelet blanketed in smoke.
Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp
If you don't know the kind of person I am,
I am Day; I bring again.
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay
When maiden loves, she sits and sighs,
When Love arose in heart and deed
Immortal! William Shakespeare, there's none can you excel.

William Shakespeare - Carpe Diem (line 1)
William Blake - A Divine Image (line 1)
William Carlos Williams - A Goodnight (line 1)
William Wordsworth - A Complaint (line 1)
William Butler Yeats - A Crazed Girl (line 1)
William Ernest Henley - After (line 1)
William Cowper - A Comparison. Addressed To A Young Lady (line 1)
William Henry Davies - A Fleeting Passion (line 1)
William Stafford - A Ritual To Read To Each Other (line 1)
William Morris - Day (line 1)
William Allingham - A Day-Dream's Reflection (line 1)
William Schwenck Gilbert  - Ah Me! (line 1)
William Brightly Rands - The Flowers (line 1)
William Topaz McGonagall - An Address to Shakespeare (line 1)

This poem is a little different. It is called a Cento poem. It's a latin word that means "patchwork." The way this form work is by combining other lines from poems and making a poem out of it. I decided to go two steps further. I only took the first line from poems by poets with the first name "William." This was fun picking out the lines and I think the poem comes across as I wanted it to.

I hope you enjoy!

Smell You Later

Whenever I enter the building
A mass of people begin to stare
I'm not sure what I am doing wrong
I occasionally wear tight shirts and short shorts
But I believe the problem could be hereditary
Where is my father when I need him

What is that smell?

My father taught me how to dress and act
I try to wash my hair everyday
Clean up nice for the hundreds of ladies
I'm always trying to score and get laid
Whenever approached, I'm very polite
My diet consists of all things green
If I stare hard enough, I can see the stench
Did I forget my ultra-conservative deodorant

What is that smell?

I ran into the bathroom as fast as I can
I start to panic in this odoriferous bathroom
The smell is appalling yet appealing at the same time
I begin to smell every inch of my body
Under the legs, my shoulders, discolored hands
I finally smelled under my axilla 

What is that smell? 

I looked up some more poetry forms and found one called "The Bop." The main things it must have is three stanza 6, 8, 6 and one repeating line after each stanza. The main point is to state the problem in the first stanza, the second stanza is back story of the problem and third stanza is resolving the issue. Each one line should have a different meaning. This is a newer form, but it sure was fun to write about B.O.

I hope you enjoy!

Beyond Voltaire

Beyond lands where dreamers dream
Beyond a world past the stars
Beyond techniques where lovers weep
Beyond the waters where waves part

Beyond souls where playwrights quarrel
Beyond Shakespearean sonnets
Beyond life and all its meaning
Beyond jokes that sound ironic

Beyond praises shared by the few
Beyond the farm and its chicken coop
Beyond laughter from memories shared
Beyond poetry recited by Voltaire

While looking around at poetry forms, I came across a rhetorical device that I thought I could exploit. It's called Anaphora. When using this form, you repeat a word or phrase at the beginning of each line. I chose the word "beyond" because I felt it had deeper meaning. Later, I found out Voltaire was a poet and thought I should include him, partially because it helped with the rhyming.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Breakfast With Shat

Breakfast, the final frontier... of steer
The deliciousness is overwhelming
Succulence, superb, sensational
Each bite tastes like heaven
My own little haven, my craving
Who needs bread when the meat
Is cooked to perfection, a reflection
Of its former self makes my mouth water
I'll take my time eating this, thank you
This could be my last ideal meal

I keep on forgetting to eat Breakfast and I had some today. It was so good. Sure, it wasn't meat, but it was still good. I also think about William Shatner reading this poem. I'm not sure why...

I hope you enjoy!

Bumper Sticker

The foreseeable future is not affordable
Says the quasi-good guy with "feel good" taped to his dirty bumper
I take this penny, but it's not worth one cent
I take this 1929 buffalo nickel and I am rich
Money is not worth my time nor effort
I hope I don't wind up in a ditch because of peer pressure
Buy this and buy that my friends always say
All I want to do is save money, but not today
I'll spend it on supper, brunch and afternoon delights
I'll spend it on whatever I want without being polite
When it comes to my hobbies, they can sit and die
I won't let money end my life and suck me dry

I had no idea what to name this poem at first. However, I feel like the actual bumper sticker means a lot more to this poem than what is being conveyed.

I hope you enjoy!

Friday, June 21, 2013

Read Between The Lines

Reading between the lines is pointless
All you see is empty space
Does that space need to be filled with something?
How about with more words?
Fill up the entire page with words, no sentences
Read each line and do not stop
If you stop, then reading between the lines is even more pointless
Run on after run on
Word after word
Play after play
How long is too long when it comes to millions of words
Define words
Redefine words
Read lined words
Read fine words
Words make up these pointless lines
All your empty space is just fine

This poem was weird. I've heard "read between the lines" so many times while in school. Is it helpful? Not really. I decided to take a literal approach.

I hope you enjoy!

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Taco Bell

Taco, Taco, Taco Bell;
It kicks Bueno in the tail.
Pay a dollar for a taco.
Taco Bell rings the Bell.

Here is a fun nursery rhyme for everyone. However, I do not believe Taco Bell is better than Taco Bueno at all! I only wrote it for fun and it went together very well. Sing it to "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe."

I hope you enjoy!

The Theoretical Approach

From a theoretical approach,
The rational human being is reproached.
"Why are you looking at me like I'm crazy?"
He is wearing a straight jacket and a broach
That his coach bought him the day before last.
Now, his coach was no ordinary coach.
The coach encroached his students
With authority, heart to heart talks
And sexual devices no one would believe.
This included, but not necessarily absentminded,
Roche from the great Piedmount region in Italy.
Instead of pouring the tasty red liquid in a glass
The coach merrily poured the liquid into a sports bottle.
Each player was meant to eat loach once a day
With poached eggs and their special sports bottle.
One student found out what the coach was doing.
While trying to out his beloved coach,
The reproached human being was theoretically wrong.
He was the coach all along.

This was a crazy idea that came about. One of my co-workers was working on something and said, "theoretical approach." After that, I went from there. I looked up some rhyming words with approach and inserted as many as I could. This sure felt uncomfortable to write.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

No Laughing Matter

Booty, why did my mother call it that when I was a baby
Bottom, the first funny word I learned as a child
Rear end, please don't spank it again
Butt, the second funny word I learned as a child
Bum, not only a person but also my backside
Hiney, the third funny word I learned, as an adolescent
Ass, the way to swear without being incompetent
Arse, the fourth funny word I learned, as an adult
Posterior, use in doctors offices always

When you think about it, there are many different ways to say butt. I thought I could point out some and make a list poem out of it. Some of these may be true, but others are jokes. Can you pick ones that can relate to me? I hope some relate to you.

I hope you enjoy!

Squirrel Lee

The lethal squirrel jumps from the shadows
While doing karate moves, the squirrel remembers
What his master had taught him
"Remember the ways of Bruce Lee"
The squirrel pulls out some yellow thread
And ties a knot around his head
Now he is ready
The Bruce Lee-like squirrel corners his prey
Not realizing that this is not the way of Bruce
He decides to charge
With one fatal swoop
He slashed across the cupule
Nibbles around the pericarp and its coat
Finally, he digs into the most succulent part
The cotyledons
The lethal Bruce Lee-like squirrel bows
And hides the rest of the acorn for another day

This was funny to write about. A squirrel who likes Bruce Lee that much. I had to look up some scientific terms for an acorn, but I think I got the point across.

I hope you enjoy!

Wreckless Driving

The real constraints of turning the wheel
Is folly after folly
Left hand over right hand
Sighing with each relief
But when your relief turns to guilt
The trip is nothing but a playground
Each person running for their life
Dogs off leashes, kids crying
It looks like the end of the world out there
The apocalyptic failure is nothing but
A crazy person finding guilt
In all the right places
Their black SUV wants to be painted red
Just as their eyes are now
Were drugs the problem
Or maybe a mental breakdown
Possibly someone or something
Pushed them to the edge of the narrow sea
Without even noticing the end of the dock
They drive write into the sea
Ocean salt breezy morning makes mourning
For the dead to be lethargic today
May you burn in hell SUV driver

I'm not sure where this came from. I am pretty hungry, so that might have something to do with it? Probably not. I wanted it to sound like someone was there at the scene of this catastrophic event. Luckily, no one was hurt, except for the driver. Overall, this is a crazy poem.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, June 17, 2013

Le Freak

Le Freak talks about his Mami y Papi
He throws out his corazon, tequila y familia
Speaks with an accento among his compardres
Jokes with his homies every mañana
About marijuana, cerveza, y bonitas
He respects the Virgin Mary and countless supersticiónes
When he runs around on escenario
He reminds me of a pollo with his cabeza cut off
And don't get him started on his abuelos
They are more loco than a gringo
Le Freak knows how to make you reír

This is dedicated to John Leguizamo and his Broadway standup called Freak. It is easily one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I'm currently reading about it in one of his books. I hope to watch it soon. FYI, he uses Spanish MUCH BETTER than me. I just wanted to point out words. Sorry if it is not correct, I'm only half-Hispanic.

I hope you enjoy!


Feathers protrude
On the contrary
The country soars

Planes fall from heaven
Skyscrapers are at peace
Never forget nor surrender

Walk among the few
Talk with the many
Pray for the innocence

Take to the streets
Right to bare arms
An innocent soul lost

No more jobs
More debt sustains
Willingness pursue

The beauty

I don't usually write poems about America or current events, but I decided to this time. I'm not sure if this is even good since it is rare when I write about stuff like this.

I hope you enjoy!

Friday, June 14, 2013

Another Phantom

The whip and lash out of younger children
Makes each day long and adoring
We teach them the necessary skills to survive this godforsaken place
To rupture spleens, take names, and shoot straight
What do we get in return
Drunks, bad habits, ruthless smiles, and unimaginable body odor
I cannot justify my smell nor habits being this bad
However it is our job to teach no matter their age
It saddens me when I see one of the youngsters fail
It only means more beatings from his comrades than from his teachers
I remember being that young and staying out of the groups
Only once did I receive a broken toe
In the worst possible way
I've seen broken fingers, bruised ribs, even burnt cig marks on legs
This is a painful world we live in
And this jungle is not big enough for all of us
We fight to survive

This is a sad poem, but I think it could be real. I was inspired by the new MGS5 video that came out that showed children as soldiers. I thought I would take the first person view of one of their trainers.

I hope you enjoy!

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Reasoning With Self

When things happen for a reason
We question and assume treason
Each lesion to our frame contains
A purpose strained on our mind
When it comes to unnecessary pain
We detain and refrain from feeling
A feeling deep inside that burns
Its way into your mind and creates
New reasoning where the treason
Can be detailed and processed
To form a major outlook on events
That preceded to create this new
Improved reasoning in the first place

I hope you enjoy!

Hipster, I Am

"The orientation deadline is set. Your books are scattered across campus. Good luck." This is what my professor yelled when trying to push his students' to their limits. I have never understand this cynical soulless man. He takes what he wants, our happiness, our sorrow, our grades, and shows no pity. The only reason I did not receive an 'A' on our final quiz was because I was thirty seconds late. He always says that it's never too early to be late. However, being late is my specialty.

I wear v-necks, skinny jeans and roll up my one jean leg. I insist to never conform to the norm and ride my bike wherever I go (with hazard lights of course). Whenever I see a drum circle, I participate without a second thought. If there is a local band playing, you will find me. Do I drink at Starbucks? No, I prefer the local shops and get the most expensive thing on their menu containing soy. What am I? Well, I'm a hipster. My professor hates hipsters.

I decided to finish this prose poem today. I'm not in the best of moods, but I hope this can cheer someone up. Since I'm very behind in my poetry, I'm going to try and update as much as I can today.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The Order

With holding the held can disrupt time and flow
When the clock hits zero, the world will explode
And all the torment on the eastern seaboard
Will be nothing but ash, everything restored
The order will be brutal, antagonizing the past
No light will guide you, are you up to the task
Remember to not fret at the creatures at night
They are your brethren who have lost their sight
There is no more time to relinquish this tale
Do not tell the order unless you  show and tell

Who is this Order? What happened to the world? Many question unanswered. Don't  you just love my vagueness? I hope to expand on this more someday, just not as of now.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, June 10, 2013

Sum Weather

The hypertensive
Unstable weather phenom
Ruins the Summer

As you know, the weather in my part of the world has been pretty bad. Oklahoma is being hit like crazy and Texas has had some tornadoes too. It hasn't been much fun. We are having some odd weather.

I hope you enjoy!

A Tennis Junkie

The hype is straining my voice
Each fist pump makes my shoulders cringe
One step, two step, three steps back
Slide to the left, now slide to the right
Focus on each shot
Nothing but let
I am invincible
Who is that girl in the crowd?
My foot is killing me.
Feet don't fail me now.
And the winner
My backhand was on tonight.
Thanks for the trophy, I'll add it to my collection.

I don't remember what I thought about when playing tennis to be honest. I played for nearly 4 years. It was fun, but in the past I guess. I wasn't the best, but I was smart about playing. I thought of different ways to win, if I could. I knew how to extend games too, but those were sometimes my demise. Overall, this is most likely a tennis players head...right?

I hope you enjoy!

Keep Active

Run, run like a dog on the run from the pound
Hop, hop like a hare on the run from a wolf
Walk, walk like a human being, who is lazy
To capture, to pounce, to ride this long road out

The dog on the run, decided to take a shortcut
Runs into cats with authority over their property
A man with a muzzle keeps persisting the young mut
The cats decide to help the pup out by dressing him in brush
When the cats start to snicker, they stare down the muzzle man
The man decides enough is enough and take a hand
Picks up one of the cats, heads to his van
The heroic dog runs, trips the man and starts running again

Run, run like a dog on the run from the pound
The dog helped a fellow cat who showed him remorse
While the dog may never have an endorsement
To capture the dog, is nothing but a curvy course

The hare on the run, decided to take a shortcut
Runs into a pack of wolves, and starts to hop with authority
Each wolf need a muzzle to cover up those teeth
The hare darts for an underbrush, and begins to wait
Night is approaching and the wolves are very hungry
They finally fall asleep so the hare makes its escape
The hare noticed a young wolf who looked like he's been on the run
From a pound and lets the hare run out into the landscape

Hop, hop like a hare on the run from a wolf
The hare met a mut who let him continue to run
While the hare may never seen another sunset
To pounce on a hare, is nothing but survival of the fittest

To walk like a dinosaur, to walk to the convenient store
To walk can be lazy, to walk can be healthy
Instead of being more active, everyone starts excited
Loses hope so quickly and starts walking attentively
Staying active will make you less lazy
Running, hopping and walking can sound dopey
But staying put sound mediocre and deadly

Walk, walk like a human being, who is lazy
Never stop being active like a dinosaur
Be a dog or a hare and be proactive
To walk like a dinosaur, is nothing but a lazy course

This is one of my longer poems/songs. I had fun writing it, but it does seem odd. I talked about many different animals and each had different traits. If you sing this more to Swing Swing by American Rejects, you get the idea I was going for.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Now With Feeling

One natural cliche is feeling what can't be felt. One natural feeling is feeling what can't be felt.
Can you feel? I will feel.
Can you feel? I feel the love.
What is this feeling, I'm feeling?
Feel, feeling, felt, touch?
When do you touch what can't be felt?
Can you touch someones love?
Can you touch someones heart?
Can you touch my soul that might hurt me so?
Do you have a feeling?
This feeling is wonderful and I want to feel this feeling always.
Give me your hand so I can show you how to feel.
Give me your heart so I can show you how to love.
Give me your soul so I can show you how to live.
It is that feeling inside us that can't be felt.

I'm not sure what to call this. I want to say it is an experimental poem, but I'm not exactly sure. I was thinking of many songs when writing this. Inspirations for this came from Aladdin, the Beatles, Sweeney Todd (new movie), Lupe Fiasco, and many more.

I hope you enjoy!

The Wolfpack

The sunsets and the stars are out
My wolfpack buddies begin to howl
We decided to take to the streets
Earn some bank
But then a wild wolfpack decided to elate

These lady wolfs had a strut that made us bark
We howled their way from deep in our hearts
Instead of coming over, they walked away
We chased after them, we wanted to play

One bit back, so I barked with concern
The lady had bite, but I wouldn't learn
I tried to use my eyes to get her attention
She ran away which created more tension

I ran, and ran, came to a dead end
She was nowhere in sight, I was just looking for a friend
When I walked back to find my wolfpack
They were all gone and I had an anxiety attack
The lady wolf I followed found me in the brushes
She comfort me, I was calm, she made be blush

This was an interesting poem. When i first thought of the wolfpack, I thought about referring to men. Instead, I went for the literal sense. I'm not sure why...all I can imagine though are cute wolves now.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, June 4, 2013


I stole a shoe
An imaginary shoe
Where my little brother puffs
And feels like a fool
I hid his shoe
So nobody could find it
He cried all night
My shoeless brother Simon
I took his shoe
His imaginary shoe
I ate his shoe
His metaphorical shoe
I felt his power, pride and shame
Why does this shoe
Hurt my diaphragm
I have his shoe
It hurts and make me blue
I told Simon about the shoe
He, too, was also blue
When I gave back his shoe
His imaginary shoe
He felt better
As I did too

What is the shoe? This little song I wrote sounds like a children's song in my head, but the shoe is very valuable. It is interesting since I never really wanted to shoe to be what is being said. But deep down, that shoe very important.

I hope you enjoy!

Hipster Starbucks

I'm at a Starbucks
Filling up my cache
The world is doomed
When I sit on my lazy ass
What am I doing here
I'm writing a freakin epic
So epic you hear
Me type like a fool on a hectic
Timeline, schedule
I need to find my dates
Without them, I'm lost
This could be big mistake
I'm writing for the youth
I'm writing for my generation
I'm writing for the Starbucks League of Nations
We all look the same
Hipster with barely a shirt
V-necks the way
Don't disrespect, it hurts
I wear corny shoes
With literal corn all over them
I'm the first hipster
Who has corn stalks condemn
So that makes me hip
And stirs a little trouble
Birds always pecking on my feet
I've learned more than once to leap first
And fly last
My order is ready
I better stop typing
I'm getting soy decaf cinnamon dolce latte on

I thought this would be fun. Write a mini-rap about a hipster who loves his coffee and writing in a Starbucks. I see many people type in Starbucks, and most people make fun of them. I've considered doing this (writing in a Starbucks), but I'm not a huge fan of coffee, so I may get kicked out for providing no business.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, June 3, 2013

My Pebble

Tormented by the dent in my heart
The pain is unbearable, the taste is tart
For I only had you a few fortnights
But when the light reflects off you
I cry a little inside
The red doesn't glisten like it used to
My mind see's you, but my eyes refuse you
I'm glad you can work through the pain
But my mind feels as if you were slain
Time is ticking, but you age so slowly
But these dents aggravate me immensely

A coworker of mine was running out of their office and ran their rings into my watch. They damaged my new Pebble watch that I've waited a whole year for. I am pretty pissed.

I hope you enjoy!

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Musical Nature

Joy seeped through calmly
Branches fade to ensemble
Music for my ears

This haiku took some thought. After the first line, I wasn't sure what to write about, then music popped in my head. Also, I wanted the last line be different than saying "to my ears" and say "for" instead.

I hope you enjoy!

Love Cliches Can't Wait

When I stare into your soul...
Wait, I can't actually stare into your soul!
My love is blind...
Wait, who turned out the lights?
You only hurt the one you love...
Wait, officer, I did not hit her!
Diamonds are a girl's best friend...
Wait, then what am I?
Curiosity killed the cat...
Wait, that's what happened to Fluffy?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
Wait, who turned out the lights again?
 Love don't cost a thing...
Wait, then why am I broke?
Love me and the world is mine...
Wait, do I have to share the world?
Love is the poetry of the senses...
Wait, why am I writing about love cliches?

When I wrote the first line of this poem, I knew exactly what it would be about: cliches. When writing poetry, I see tons cliches in poems (and I may use them too). It is fun when you take a literal meaning and making the poem about that. Some of these cliches, you may know.

I hope you enjoy!

The Cool Cats vs The Baddies

In a bleak time, where the cool cats attack the baddies, the baddies believed the cool cats were the baddies. Neither group were constructed of the sharpest claws in the bunch, but both believed they were each others lunch. The cool cats antagonized the couches, fences, and paper towels. The baddies enjoyed being loyal , protected the weak, and played fetch for hours.

One day, the cool cats walked outside the baddies door and saw a hare. The cool cats decided they would pounce when the time was right. The sun was glistening off their elongated whiskers and their eyes were dead set on its prey. Before going in for the kill, the baddies decided to interlude. The cool cats were shocked by the roar they heard. They ran for the fences and hissed some more. While running down the alley, they decided to quit being cool, and start being an alley cat.

This prose poem was fun to write. It is pretty self-explanatory, but it's just a short prose poem that puts emphasis on the cats changing mentalities. In a way, it reminds me of the movie "That Darn Cat."

I hope you enjoy!