Buried Diddums

Buried Diddums

A Poem by Frieda P

Graveyard is my soul
 wisps of mongrel dog tails
mangy mad dogs bite
yelping for their dinner
bottled southern comfort
slaughtered pigs feet
to soothe your diddums
fry poison mushrooms
an elixir of stinging nettle
it's never over til the end
there is no end in sight
swallow the worm whole
gag on worldly powers
spit it out and you die
kick the can
hide the bucket
first prize on the list
brain sick membranes
grey matters madness implode
bend over for a abrupt rise
eternity has been granted

© 2013 Frieda P


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Sid
Didn't get it, feeling really dumb right now, it's interesting to read what with the great wording and the "mellow" imagery but could you please enlighten me O great one! Don't mind me too much, sleep deprived right now but don't want to sleep. I mean it's freakin' 3 am here and I want to go to the terrace and scream out, talk about insanity...damn I'm gonna stop talking now...interesting write btw!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sid

12 Years Ago

:)
Frieda P

12 Years Ago

you don't want to know, believe me, still appreciate it muchly!! ;-)
Deron Alexis

12 Years Ago

lol you're a fan of Illidan too



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I don't even wanna know what this poem means,just because it says "Graveyard is my soul " I like it,haha

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

12 Years Ago

Ha smart man! thanks...
Cool. Did somebody do this to you, say "Aw poor baby" and not quite mean it? Because this is a great retort. I'll keep it in mind next time some a*****e says something condescending to me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Frieda P

12 Years Ago

Something like that, not exactly.
Wow, talk about unsettling...the kind of imagery that makes you squint as you read it...in other words, I love it :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

I suppose one must be open to new things...on many levels...;)
Frieda P

12 Years Ago

I see you got hit with a hockey stick way too many times ;-)
kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

LOL Maybe, but I thought that would have knocked everything INTO place ;D
Wow great vocabulary throughout the piece.
I love the haunting cadence the piece has well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Frieda P

12 Years Ago

Thank you kind sir.

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Frieda P
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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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