Poem Galore Threeller
German Alcala
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Copyright 2010 German Alcala
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Poem Listing
What Happened To the Terrorists?
Poem One
Go On Inside
“Psst! There’s a doorway here”
“It‘s dark and cold outside, dear”
“I guess we have no option but to go into its dreads”
“I wonder where it leads”
Welcome back into my domain
Doing this has become a pain
Inside this door you find an elder
Holding onto an old rusted scepter
Welcome back into my domain dears
The old voice is pitiful enough for tears
I have no rooms to offer you darlings
But now that you’re here there’s no hiding
So welcome back into my realm
Just let me show the way into my home
For I have no rooms to offer you dears
But you’ll hear youth if you open your ears
Come inside and don’t you fret
The cold and dark poses no threat
I encourage you to roam the halls
And maybe walk even through walls
There’s no threat from sunshine’s smack
And now go on inside and don’t look back
Because you’ll be gone before you know it
And my powers drain as you do leave
Watch for the racists round the corner
And pray the desert down that hall don’t burn
Good luck dear traveler of unknown hearts
Be careful not to be torn to parts!
Poem Two
Do It Right Or Not At All
I see you laughing and pretending
To still be a young and soulful youth
To tell the truth your name is slipping
So I’ll beg you for the truth
Don’t you lie and say its fun!
There is no idiot you’ll convince
For your money I’ll give you a run
When your cash cows I in trance
With me alive you are waiting for my sting
With me alive you will soon fall
Any could do your craft better (just saying)
So do it right or not at all before I bring your fall
I will not rest until my head is numb and bones are dust
You offend the Gods of talent with your very presence
So I must force your name into an age of rust
Until then you’ll simply waste your own essence
You may laugh at these hours playing with your friends
But try to realize I don’t play when it comes to destroying you
It’s time to grow up and fight before your trend ends
Do it right or not at all because destroying you will be one of few
Poem Three
Whores, Pimps, and Johns
You are falling apart
From the inside of your heart
You know it’s wrong: what you do
But there’s no option left for you
Here’s the whore the young dear thing
Here’s the whore who’ll simply sing
And make the money needed to survive
Heaven forbid she reveal talentless on Live!
Here’s the pimp a dark and hidden face
Here’s the pimp with Marijuana’s trace
He abused his power to make it this far
But his whore not he is the one with a scar
I am the John and so are you and we wish to be the whore
Well, not exactly but just imagine that life of fun galore!
We sit at home whilst we pay for their services
Or obsess over how to get the same kind of bodily surfaces
But don’t you ever become a whore! For you will fall
When you stop being a whore you will become normal
To be thrown from whore’s life back to this one would be too much
You’ll be again a John and you’ll realize Johns are the ones giving abuse
Poem Four
Yeah, Sure, Whatever (Grin From Ear To Ear)
“We’re going out for the night”
My parents say while sis’s at work
“We trust you’ll do what is right”
“Yeah and the house could do with cleaning work”
Surprised but pleased to know I’ll clean
My parents begin to comb their hair
Or grab the perfume to pretty seem
Whilst I’ll grin from ear to ear
“We’ll be back in a couple of hours”
That’s more than enough time
“Don’t open the door for solicitors”
Sure, whatever, now goodbye!
Gone at last I grab the phone
Punch out the number for Pizza
Did you think for friends? Please, I want lone!
Know if only I knew where they left Vodka
But I suppose chocolate milk will do
For now the house is all my own!
Turn up the stereo for Cher’s big crescendo!
And overturn the mattress and ride down the stairs!
By the end of the night there’s too much damage
But I have my alert systems for such events
Through the house: a cleaning rampage!
Parent’s get home to catch me watching CNN’s
“Now, brush your teeth and to bed”
“Yeah sure” bleep goes the tely
“Well, the house is so clean; you don’t need to sleep now”
“Naw, I’m tired anyway” (Grin from ear to ear)
Poem Five
Table Labor
Order in
Order out
The table labor is a spin
Tips are great on their way out
The table labor
Is so fast
The table labor:
Don’t drop that glass!
My mother, you see
Once upon a time served tables
She constantly
Had tips worth Solomon’s giggle
Always someone through the door
“Hello sire, here’s your drink”
As you drag your heels through the floor
But never give back any wink
Table labor
Kind of fun
Table labor
Get’s you on a run
Poem Six
My Pride Is Stronger
How do you suppose I go about changing Earth?
I suppose I’ll make all stop treating each other like dirt
And even though my attempts may off shoulders be brushed
Because you know I’m making you become rushed
But you see I won’t stop to breathe for you
I’ll simply order you what you’ll need to do
For my pride is stronger than your will to ignore
For my pride is stronger than your denial to adore
I come along and I kick ass; trust I’ll take names
Try your best to turn your head until you pop neck veins
But my pride is stronger than your frustration with me
And my pride is stronger than your obvious jealousy
Don’t you fret because you think I’ll change you
For after seeing me: changing yourself is what you’ll do
For my pride is stronger than your belief in hatred
And my pride is stronger than the darkness through which I tread
Poem Seven
I Wrote A Letter For You
Once upon a summer’s heat
A work of mine: charts did beat
I sat down and wrote a letter
Hoping that you’ll like this better
For I wrote a letter for you
Even though it was hated by you
I wrote a letter for my dears
Even though it held the name of another creature
Another creature got the title
To change the title your name would be vital
I named the title after a creature of lights
A strange demon that lurks only at nights
I wrote a letter for you once
Goodness knows why you’re in a flush
I wrote a letter for you that one time
But I guess nobody liked that rhyme
Poem Eight
Out Of That Damn Box
Oh boy, my neck is stiff with pain
Because I forced myself to break the chain
A porcelain doll fighting out of her box
And this porcelain doll no longer talks!
Rip this chain off from my ankle
It hurts worse than a buckle
Bite into it with your steel teeth
Soon the chains won’t let me breath
Get me out of this damn box on time
On time before I lose my mind!
Please show me mercy I plead you
Get me out of this box of gloom!
Poem Nine
Watching From Above
You sensed my presence
(Means I’m close)
I disturb your senses
Of reality I give you a dose
You checked the shadows
And saw my imprinted figure
Now I see your eyebrow furrows
Because you know that I still linger
I am watching from above
Twisted badly onto a tree
Hoping I won’t be dirtied by a dove
Your fear: I love to see
I am watching from above
Watch your back ‘fore I pounce
I’ll take my lunge from above
And smother you onto the ground
Poem Ten
Galileo
The sun seems to be tumbling through the air
“But I don’t that there is any air out there”
Whatever, just claim that the sun is circling us
“Well, I don’t think that it actually does”
Oh your genius was merely a simple fact
How can you be remembered for something so simple?
Galileo, what was your reason for creating this act?
I wouldn’t know to see the sky if I have to worry of a pimple!
Perhaps that is what ruined your people
And that is what ruined your facts
They were bothered buy something your triple
You looked up at the stars whilst unlike them you relax
Somehow you noticed that the sun was the center
And you fought until the very end to show people reason
And for that you deserve the way in which you’re remembered
Even though you were branded for treason
I hail your genius and your patience
Wherever you are or wherever you lie
Just make sure to not go against the power present
Or else you might just twice die
Poem Eleven
Dream Desert
There is a place that I know well
Where tombs and mountains come together
The driest dirt and you won’t find better
In this: my Dream Desert
Over yonder I gaze upon the Giza Sphinx
Over yonder at a rolling sand dune I’ll take a peek
Over yonder I the heavy stone’s pressure
So come help me in my Dream Desert
My dream desert will fill you with despair
And at the same time fill you with cool air
That’s what happens in this perfect land
It doesn’t let down any man
For this is the desert dream, or the dream of deserts
Just don’t expect to keep intact your dressers
Because the sand will get deep inside those fibers
For this is a place made for fighters
Simply join me in my Dream Desert
There is nothing to fear should we stay together
Just don’t stare into the hot merciless sun
So, grab a canteen and let’s go on a run!
Poem Twelve
From Mine Hands
From mine hands
You’ll receive a trove of gifts
From mine hands
Fingers incapable of letting in drifts
I’ll do and create the strangest things
Just think of this poem for one
My fingers dance back and forth as I type
And goodness knows which side will win this dance off!
They’ll creep you out I assure you
That is if you catch them in the mood
Crawling up you with my fingers few
Then they’ll insist on grabbing for food
From mine hands
You’ll giggle and love
From mine hands
I’ll let out a dove
So take mine hands into thines
My fingers gently fit a ring onto you
With all sorts of assorted diamonds
And never will my hands go cold blue
Poem Thirteen
Live and Let Live
Tired of the hateful non Christian Christians?
I know a place where you can marry away from rain!
“Oh gurl, what are you sayin’!”
Somewhere you can avoid people’s hateful prayin’
“Nowhere, that’s where! None want to give happiness”
Naw, there’s a place that sees your innocence
“What’re you sayin’? What’s this about, girl?”
I’m on about California’s new whirl!
A sudden moment of realization led to equality
Yes, there are those who rabble and deny reality
But, when you vote for hatred and for segregation
You might as well be voting for camps of concentration
You speak of your books filled with the word of God
But they were written by old guys who swallow wad
I guess you made a big hateful mistake
But the love between these people is not fake
So, when they call for your autopsy: don’t surprised
When from blood: green goo does rise
Their will was stronger than the hateful way you live
So live and let live
Poem Fourteen
What Happened To The Terrorists?
Killers, priests, and peeps out there
Where did they all seem to go now?
Of them in the news I no longer hear
The priests seemed to vanish into the wind
What happened to the terrorists far away?
Did they all drop dead?
Why does the media deny me every day?
Was it the government that ripped y’all to shreds?
“Don’t you tell people the truth”
But it’s my job to give us information every day
“We’ll bust into you many a tooth”
Well, I suppose I should listen to you on this fine day
But that is what our hypocritical flag is for
Wave it whilst we pay no mind to the dead
And should you ever be beaten to the floor
Just remember that no one of you will have read
Poem Fifteen
Run Inside
We’ve now arrived at the strangest door
Here we see blood stains on the floor
The door is so easy to open wide
So what are waiting for? Run inside!
So what if you die?
At least you had the balls to go!
Run inside now don’t shy
Don’t be scared of that crow
Just a foot in the door
One toe a time. That’s it!
Don’t slip with the blood on the floor!
Well, at least your death was fairly quick
Poem Sixteen
The Assassin Killed My Babe
(An Assassin Epilogue)
It was an innocent dreary night
Everything was uncomfortably quite
And the moon was large and glowing white
My child went to bed very late tonight
“Well, I do find myself rather bored”
“So I will sneak into a child’s dorm”
“The pain my eyes will love to observe”
“I so want to use my knife’s curve”
The morning was shining clear
I woke to find my crying dear
And then I saw the damage so severe
Soon from this world my child would disappear
He done did killed my babe in the dead of night
And left behind a mighty strife
He left my daughter to wake me so terrified
And with him took my dirty cheating wife!
Poem Seventeen
Arizona Guvs
Greetings you jerks
Let’s talk about hatred
I know a place
Where the sun will burn you complete
Old, mean and rude
There must be something in the heat
Signing BS
Paying Mexicans all day long (two cents)
The sun
Makes red necks
Trying to pronounce what’s on (inside)
You could travel the world
But no dictator compares to the red neck’s hurl
Once you listen to their voice
You’ll pop a cap
Up their ass
Arizona guvs they’re unreliable
Old, wrinkled, and totally fucked
Red- burned skin, so for their problems everyone is liable
Arizona Guvs, we’re never loveable
Mean, old, ugly, we love to hate talk
Janny represent, now put your hands up
Run after beaners we get sand in our vaginas
Ride on the jeep, to Jan Brewer’s Rusell cameo
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to their hateful roast
Once you listen to their voice you’ll pop a cap
Up their wrinkled pruney ass
Arizona Guvs, we’re racist and old
I wonder when we’ll all drop dead
Arizona Guvs, we’re gonna sue German
Oh no, scratch that because we can’t read
Poem Eighteen
In A Blur
The first thing on the menu
Is a ten calorie bowl of salad
Soon my body will look new
Oh, screw my sacrificed pallet
I’m a little tipsy and dizzy
Then in a blur from a lack of substance
But lookin’ sweet won’t be easy
Until then I’ll stay in this trance
I’m in a dreadful and hungry blur
From of lack of air my head now spins
From emptiness my stomach does burn
And in the distance: I see a Cheshire grin!
I’m in a blur of shame and hunger
I’m in a blur and can’t think straight
I’ll blame society for putting to shame my figure
“You showed me images of what was ‘right’!”
I’m in a hungry hateful blur
I need something deep fried ‘fore I die
So I’m going to leave; I have to hurl
After which I’ll fantasize of ham on rye
Poema Diecinueve (19)
Corre Ya Para Dentro
Hemos llegado ahora a la puerta más extraña
Aquí vemos unas manchas de sangre en el suelo
La puerta está débil y abre muy ancha
Entonces, ¿qué andas esperando? Corre ya para dentro!
¿Y qué importa si te mueres?
Por lo menos usted tuvo el valor de entrar!
Corre ya para dentro ahora no lo temes
No tengas miedo de la oscuridad!
Sólo pon tu pie en ese negro cavernoso
Un dedo del pie a la vez. Eso es todo!
No resbales con la sangre en el piso!
Bueno, al menos tu muerte fue bastante rápido
Poem Twenty
We Think We’ve Got Control
There humans from pole to pole
They’re all convinced they’ve got control
Then there are those who sell their soul
And now they think they’ve control
I’ve seen the hurl tumble and unfurl
Never have I seen a human’s heart of pearl
We think we’ve sure footing as we hurl
And on the axis Earth continues to whirl
Now, shut up and say “We’ve got control”
Blind yourself as a population whole
And even those with the hearts of coal
Are convincing themselves “I’ve control”
Through the heavens God has taken a stroll
In God’s hands are our lives and The Control
Absolute control has never been anybody’s role
To never abuse your little control is the only goal
Poem Twenty One
Oh, Screw That
My soul is ripped to shreds
For I am what a parent dreads
“This not the one I wanted”
I tried, but now just screw it
If I cannot be your dream son
And away from you I’ll not run
Then we’ll both deal with disappointment
But sadness I refuse to represent
I did my best and you tried to help
But now “Screw it!” I shall yelp
I don’t care and I’ll hold my dignity
To live with myself I have the ability
So, screw it because my being isn’t a game
I’m done with being placed in self shame
I somehow hated myself with no regard for soul
But if I continue I shall surely die alone
So, screw your thoughts and I have tired
Of the fact you can’t accept being retired
Sorry, you messed up quite bad
But, I’m done with being a fake old lad
Poem Twenty Two
If Were To Walk
Well, the other day my legs were broke
And now today my throat did choke
And I might possibly start to smoke
So that I could have a stroke
If I were healthy and able to walk
I’d go outside to everybody’s ugly gawk
My blood would boil embarrassed red
So, I’ll stay here all year in my bed
If I were to walk I would see the world
If I were to see earth I’d see my blood curled
The sun would shine too bright into my eyes
I think I’ll stay where there’s no surprise
I’ll disguise my sadness in my stride
Maybe to the market I’ll hitch a ride
I’ll stay dormant until I’m old enough for wheel chairs
But if I were to walk I know I’d fall down the stairs
If I were to walk I’d see humanity in action
And I’m scared for my heart’s reaction
So, with staying in the dark I’ll see satisfaction
For staying safe and hidden will be my new function
Poem Twenty Three
Let’s Go For Some Lemonade
I’m sad to say goodbye, my pal
Now go ahead and marry, gal
My parents are leaving in an hour
I plan to make a cardboard tower
Maybe one day I’ll be the whore
But I hope these poems you did adore
My mind is set already on making a new door
This time no blood on the floor
So, let me get down from this branch
To give a smack to that Brewer trash
From mine hands came this title for you
And the assassin will be, jail, into
Maybe all them terrorists did vanish
And I dream I might taste some garnish
So brag a canteen of cool lemonade
‘Cause the Dream Dessert is waitin’ for our raid!
Thank You for Reading
German Alcala
German was born in Los Angeles, California. He is thirteen years old and if he could eat and never gain a pound he’d never stop eating! He is also thoroughly convinced that his eyes are getting lighter with age and that he should be seventy pounds lighter. He can be found ranting on about his lack of weight loss in Twitter as @ConceitedPerson.
He wrote Poems Galore Threeller as a sequel to Poems Galore 2.0 (available at Smashwords.com), and is excited to be working on the fourth and final Poems Galore anthology.