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Sniffy Do
You all should know, I do love so, that fragrance from, the spot below. That pubic bone, covered with mohn, as life you love, said nether zone. Oh what delight, when every night, I get to sniff it, nose buried tight. Osh Kosh by gosh, you may well nosh, but 'for I get there, please don't wash. That spot-that spot, all pink inside, soft hair all'round, no fungus rot. Some poor girls yes, may think it fine, to air it out, from time to time. But not my sweetie, she knows the sense, of keeping it hidden, till I enter whence. I know my place, yes well enough, is right on top of, that tasty muff. So fellas think, and know you place, with that sweet twat, right on you face.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Originally, this poem came from the ancient Greek. The title was something like oikemon parthenos pussypoo. Apparently, Athenian women took offense at the lack of a believable story line. Men had few complaints. Somehow it appeared centuries later, in the waist packs of Visigoth warriors, on their way to Gaul. More recently, a copy turned up in an excavation site near Oslo, along with a collection of stone sex toys. Check out the neat meter, which is not unlike that of the sonnets of A E Neuman. Slick.
Cruel Wire
We sit so proud
Wow
Bigger than
Gowns of golden glee
Hands
of flicking
Staid in music moments
Leftist coats
sweeping lights
rising tides
swinging
of all that died
Was there any whom had time
to have cried
Wow
Bigger than
Gowns of golden glee
Hands
of flicking
Staid in music moments
Leftist coats
sweeping lights
rising tides
swinging
of all that died
Was there any whom had time
to have cried
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
WAr,
Johnny
I was standing in a small bar in the town of Hemingway
Wasnt listen much to what anyone had to say
Things got quit and I slowly turned around
Next to where I was standing this old man sat down
With a beckon he motion us all to where he sat
And with a trembling old hand he removed his hat
He took a swallow out of the bottle that had been sat within reach
And with a voice soft and low he began his speech
Gentlemen he said ther,re was once a young man that lived in this town
He was probably the most respected man around
Johnny was the young mans name
But after the war he was never the same
His medals were many and he received them right from the start
He received the medal of Honor and the Purple Heart
But Johnny never wanted medals for the deeds he had done
He felt that medals should be pinned on everyone
They gave Johnny an honorable discharge after the war was all through
But shooting and killing was all that he knew
So he came back here to live his life out on his fathers farm
And he prayed that never again would he do anyone harm
But Johnny would have dreams of war at night
Time and time again for his life he would have to fight
Then one night he strangled his dad while in his tortured sleep
Johnny awoke relized what he had done and began to weep
I watched as the old timmer stood and walked away
I felt if there was more that he wanted to say
I ask the old man behind the bar and stood waiting for a reply
He looked at me with sparkling eyes and said Johnnys never been known to lie
Wasnt listen much to what anyone had to say
Things got quit and I slowly turned around
Next to where I was standing this old man sat down
With a beckon he motion us all to where he sat
And with a trembling old hand he removed his hat
He took a swallow out of the bottle that had been sat within reach
And with a voice soft and low he began his speech
Gentlemen he said ther,re was once a young man that lived in this town
He was probably the most respected man around
Johnny was the young mans name
But after the war he was never the same
His medals were many and he received them right from the start
He received the medal of Honor and the Purple Heart
But Johnny never wanted medals for the deeds he had done
He felt that medals should be pinned on everyone
They gave Johnny an honorable discharge after the war was all through
But shooting and killing was all that he knew
So he came back here to live his life out on his fathers farm
And he prayed that never again would he do anyone harm
But Johnny would have dreams of war at night
Time and time again for his life he would have to fight
Then one night he strangled his dad while in his tortured sleep
Johnny awoke relized what he had done and began to weep
I watched as the old timmer stood and walked away
I felt if there was more that he wanted to say
I ask the old man behind the bar and stood waiting for a reply
He looked at me with sparkling eyes and said Johnnys never been known to lie
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
I was born in Hemingway and my cousin Johnny went to war but when he cam back he lived in a house that was built for him by his fatherNever saw him again just heard stories about war and how he got messed up
Hail Independence Day
Bloodshed and revolution all around,
Our brothers and sisters lay on the battle ground.
Consolation that we have won,
Snatched back the "FREEDOM" that was once gone.
1947,14th night,free from shackles of slavery,
We uprooted the British crown with our bravery.
The dawn of 15th was high with expectations,
An occasion of joy and mixed emotions.
The "Golden Eagle" will again spread its wings,
Flying high ,defying challenges unforeseen.
So many decades have passed by,
The Eagle is still unable to fly.
Bound by shackles of corruption and lawlessness,
The freedom has become worse than that of British days.
Just singing our anthem and saluting the Flag,
Is this the freedom so costly had?
A holiday is what we look for this day,
Our patriotic fervor has long swept away.
Selfish interests and personal goals,
Selling our integrity has become our role.
Economic encroachment all around,
India's purse strings lay on foreign ground.
Still there seems no lurking fear,
Of losing our independence which was so dear.
Rise my fellow citizens on this day,
To salute our martyrs and remember what they say.
Protest against rapid liberalization that might one day,
Convert the independence to a dependence day.
Many will disagree to what I say,
But I hope they will contribute on their way,
To enable the deprived celebrate a happier independence day.
All of us would love our motherland,
Have a strong foothold even in the sand,
Watching others being swept away,
Standing like a rock that has come to stay .
Suggestions are not what is the need,
Actions and hard work must superseded.
So lets take an oath in this very day,
To strive hard towards country's betterment keeping vested interests at bay,
This is my sincere thought for our Independence day.
Our brothers and sisters lay on the battle ground.
Consolation that we have won,
Snatched back the "FREEDOM" that was once gone.
1947,14th night,free from shackles of slavery,
We uprooted the British crown with our bravery.
The dawn of 15th was high with expectations,
An occasion of joy and mixed emotions.
The "Golden Eagle" will again spread its wings,
Flying high ,defying challenges unforeseen.
So many decades have passed by,
The Eagle is still unable to fly.
Bound by shackles of corruption and lawlessness,
The freedom has become worse than that of British days.
Just singing our anthem and saluting the Flag,
Is this the freedom so costly had?
A holiday is what we look for this day,
Our patriotic fervor has long swept away.
Selfish interests and personal goals,
Selling our integrity has become our role.
Economic encroachment all around,
India's purse strings lay on foreign ground.
Still there seems no lurking fear,
Of losing our independence which was so dear.
Rise my fellow citizens on this day,
To salute our martyrs and remember what they say.
Protest against rapid liberalization that might one day,
Convert the independence to a dependence day.
Many will disagree to what I say,
But I hope they will contribute on their way,
To enable the deprived celebrate a happier independence day.
All of us would love our motherland,
Have a strong foothold even in the sand,
Watching others being swept away,
Standing like a rock that has come to stay .
Suggestions are not what is the need,
Actions and hard work must superseded.
So lets take an oath in this very day,
To strive hard towards country's betterment keeping vested interests at bay,
This is my sincere thought for our Independence day.
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
This poem talks about the current situation of our country even after we are an independent nation
Poet to Poet 7-19-14
Poet,
It was a great thrill
to read you today.
It's an indescribable
delight & comfort
to be in this bewildering relationship with you.
~
You are there
to give me courage
to beckon me
to the world of the living.
You are there to invite me to the
most breathtaking voyage,
there to prevent me from
slumbering in the wasteland of the mind.
Yes
You sustain my efforts to
disentangle myself
from the tentacles of dementia.
What are we but a washed out blueprint
attesting to the failure of the great architect's attempt?
(were there ever one
in establishing his great scheme)
Not human yet-
already earthlings no more.
Could the roots of our confusion stem
from our difficulty of finding a compass
to steer us safely through
between the poles of madness & grief,
to fix us upon the meridian
of unrehersable awakening?
If the real self is the driver,
subliminal you would say
then the mirror upon which we travel
reflects the afterglow of our desire.
If we are the repositories of countless exiles
soul wrung out of soul,
the wayward crossings of countless currents
in some solar neighborhood,
we are free to imagine our shells
managing the destiny of angelic entities
or in fields invisible
fostering astral bodies.
The earth we have left behind
seems still empowered,
to withhold us in some bardo
for we have failed in recognizing
the final dissolution of light
as our point of no return.
How are we to keep pace
with the increase of disease
busy as we are to upkeep
the famish of our mutable hearts?
(pause)
It truly dazzles me to be
in this fare with you,
never has storm been so welcoming,
shipwreck so soothing.
In your breaker I restore my mast
dear Poet
reef or lifebelt
what matters
you have set your metaphors afloat
to tender my sinking a hold.
In the throbbing breach of your flesh
you have ushered my homecoming.
In the agony of your loins
I cradle your moan
you unleash the floods
of your quivering flame.
Upon your breaking waters
palaver of birds,
whispers of my pollen
pangs of consumed heaves.
Write soon, Poet
SAS
It was a great thrill
to read you today.
It's an indescribable
delight & comfort
to be in this bewildering relationship with you.
~
You are there
to give me courage
to beckon me
to the world of the living.
You are there to invite me to the
most breathtaking voyage,
there to prevent me from
slumbering in the wasteland of the mind.
Yes
You sustain my efforts to
disentangle myself
from the tentacles of dementia.
What are we but a washed out blueprint
attesting to the failure of the great architect's attempt?
(were there ever one
in establishing his great scheme)
Not human yet-
already earthlings no more.
Could the roots of our confusion stem
from our difficulty of finding a compass
to steer us safely through
between the poles of madness & grief,
to fix us upon the meridian
of unrehersable awakening?
If the real self is the driver,
subliminal you would say
then the mirror upon which we travel
reflects the afterglow of our desire.
If we are the repositories of countless exiles
soul wrung out of soul,
the wayward crossings of countless currents
in some solar neighborhood,
we are free to imagine our shells
managing the destiny of angelic entities
or in fields invisible
fostering astral bodies.
The earth we have left behind
seems still empowered,
to withhold us in some bardo
for we have failed in recognizing
the final dissolution of light
as our point of no return.
How are we to keep pace
with the increase of disease
busy as we are to upkeep
the famish of our mutable hearts?
(pause)
It truly dazzles me to be
in this fare with you,
never has storm been so welcoming,
shipwreck so soothing.
In your breaker I restore my mast
dear Poet
reef or lifebelt
what matters
you have set your metaphors afloat
to tender my sinking a hold.
In the throbbing breach of your flesh
you have ushered my homecoming.
In the agony of your loins
I cradle your moan
you unleash the floods
of your quivering flame.
Upon your breaking waters
palaver of birds,
whispers of my pollen
pangs of consumed heaves.
Write soon, Poet
SAS
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
another journal entryCarry Her Over The Water
Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all days and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.
Put a gold ring on her finger,
And press her close to your heart,
While the fish in the lake snapshots take,
And the frog,that sanguine singer,
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.
The streets shall flock to your marriage,
The houses turn round to look,
The tables and chairs say suitable prayers,
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.
To Mr.Romantic Irish Clown : )
Adh mor ort !
Lisa ; )
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all days and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.
Put a gold ring on her finger,
And press her close to your heart,
While the fish in the lake snapshots take,
And the frog,that sanguine singer,
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.
The streets shall flock to your marriage,
The houses turn round to look,
The tables and chairs say suitable prayers,
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably,agreeably,agreeably of love.
To Mr.Romantic Irish Clown : )
Adh mor ort !
Lisa ; )
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Posted: Jul 2014
Post Comment
world, yours or mine
wrapped in your arrogance
your aggression beyond control
here I am at peace with my world
poking me constantly
with your insatiable quest for power
clothed with the yarn of submission
to your god, fulfilling your obligation
to wipe all that don't belong
to your bullshit religion?
5 years old, confined
in the walls of your lies
shaping their innocent minds
telling them,
I have no right to live
because, your faith is
not what I believe?
I can't take it anymore, I'm sure
if the table is turned around
and my coffers is filled like yours?
only God knows
I'm now 6 feet below the ground
DEAD AND GONE.
your aggression beyond control
here I am at peace with my world
poking me constantly
with your insatiable quest for power
clothed with the yarn of submission
to your god, fulfilling your obligation
to wipe all that don't belong
to your bullshit religion?
5 years old, confined
in the walls of your lies
shaping their innocent minds
telling them,
I have no right to live
because, your faith is
not what I believe?
I can't take it anymore, I'm sure
if the table is turned around
and my coffers is filled like yours?
only God knows
I'm now 6 feet below the ground
DEAD AND GONE.
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
The endless battle of religion, A disguise most serve man's need for greed and power. The endless fight of good and evil.
Daddy Come Home
Daddy you have gone,
Left mamma and me all alone.
You went across a mighty sea,
With all your company.
Daddy I do pray for you,
That you shall all come through.
In safety to come home,
We Love you Daddy we feel alone.
Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.
Daddy you walked so sadly away,
I did cry when you could not see.
You went off to fight for liberty,
So that people they could be free.
Oh daddy I'm crying once again,
I promise to stop but only when.
You come walking through our front door,
My heart shall return forever more.
Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.
Daddy I am so proud of you,
You're so brave to do what you do.
Fight so bravely to the stars and stripes be true,
All come back my daddy especially you.
Daddy all I ask Is that you be a soldier brave,
Please don't stay In some strange land within a grave.
Come home soon to mamma and me,
Once you give these strangers liberty.
Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.
With the stars and stripes to lead you on,
May your hearts be staunch and strong.
Marching ever onward strong and proud,
The country behind you one heart beating loud.
Our hopes are with you every single day,
All you brave soldiers straight Into the fray.
Onward ever onward no retreat,
Sons and daughters of the eagle come back with victory or defeat
Come home soon all of you, especially you daddy.
I Love you.
Mamma sends her Love too.
Bye Daddy.
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This piece speaks for Itself really.
Guns
Bang, bang, You're dead
nothing asked, nothing said
Trigger pulled, it is too late
slamming of an iron gate
Innocent, guilty, no matter what
deafening sound, that final shot
Damage done, no turning back
can't undo with ipecac
No thoughts, just fire away
let us blow it all, this day
Guns, they may not kill
but in our hands, they surely will...
nothing asked, nothing said
Trigger pulled, it is too late
slamming of an iron gate
Innocent, guilty, no matter what
deafening sound, that final shot
Damage done, no turning back
can't undo with ipecac
No thoughts, just fire away
let us blow it all, this day
Guns, they may not kill
but in our hands, they surely will...
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Posted: Sep 2014
Post Commentsilence
Should we keep our minds
Unspoken
So the world thrives
In ignorance
Or should we undo
our silence
So the corrupt
Ends their arrogance?
Unspoken
So the world thrives
In ignorance
Or should we undo
our silence
So the corrupt
Ends their arrogance?
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
Must we stand up and expres how we feel about things that are making us uncomfortable?I do. If it's for the betterment of humanity, I will not forgo any chances that solicits change.
Thanks All for your reads and comments
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