picture poem slam

Uncle needs to shave his beard:
Every year he comes to visit
and every year it gets bigger
Always with the hug and kiss
never with the shave and cut
I cannot help but question
does food get stuck in it?
do birds nest there?
does it keep his neck warm?
is he ashamed of his chin?
I love my uncle dearly
but Uncle needs to shave his beard!

original poem

Heres my poem y'all used:

Cut in the Endzone, I know I can
Run run run leap reach
catch him despite him being taller man
life is stilled, grass looks like a beach
close, very close maybe he'll drop
body sweat leaving me damp
noonday flight, he came out on top
curse my legs and that bad cramp...

rewritten, ripped poem

Why is there so much anger
Security of home is now gone
You hide there in specs
While I am from antiques and candles
I am from family and friends
and pictures in every room
I'm not told no
and in that death what may rise to live

Weekend to Friends:

Damn them. Damn their negative 18 rushing yards. Fuck them for sucking ass on a game they shouldve easily managed, and fuck them for me still loving them and expecting them to make a playoff run. Oh was that an ugly game, dammit it was just upsetting, ruined my weekend... bastards.... at least Roy got me huge fantasy points, but id rather have a fucking "W" oh wellguess ill just get over it and move on to the week, gonna be a crappy week though, this stuff always affects me more than it should

not to sound like a toper (thank you crossword puzzles!) but lets go get a drink

My Weekend to my professor....

Dear Professor,

This weekend was ruined all because of sunday afternoon. Most sundays this semester have been fairly good, in fact id say 6 out of the past 8 weekends have been great. And why, because the Lions were 6-2 heading into the weekend against an inferior Arizona Cardinals team. Sure normal people dont let their moods and weekends be defined by the performance of a sporting event, but i guess im not that normal of a person. Friday and Saturday were standard normal weekend days, hanging with friends and causing small amounts of trouble. But sunday, oh sunday, the day of rest and the day where i can relax, enjoy a good game of football and end the day with alittle homework and planning for the upcoming week. But this sunday, oh this cursed sunday, that crappy game ruined any good notion or feeling for school work and concentration. Well thats what i did this weekend.

Sincerely,
Dave Mandrick

Picture Poem

Cut in the Endzone, I know I can
Run run run leap reach
catch him despite him being taller man
life is stilled, grass looks like a beach
close, very close maybe he'll drop
body sweat leaving me damp
noonday flight, he came out on top
curse my legs and that bad cramp...

Found Poetry

From Shakespeares Macbeth soliloquy:

A poor player in this petty pace
frets his hour with lighted fools
Out, out brief candle!
full of sound and fury
Life's but a walking shadow;
Told by an idiot.