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Katfight

His Tortured Women

The night is burdened with a presence,
A presence lurking to steal innocence,
Innocence so good and pure,
This night he plans to kill for sure.
Slowly, surely, he stalks the night,
Looking for the perfect woman to fight,
The fight never lasts too long,
For these girls, he is too strong.
He takes them down to a special place,
No one can see their pain-stricken face,
No one can hear the agonizing screams,
Far worse than in your scariest dreams.
He takes the bodies where no one can find,
If they do, it will take some time,
He's taken another mother from her child,
And when he has that thought....he smiles.
He smiles thinking of the pain he has caused,
Something only Lucifer would applaud,
He thinks of all the women in the past,
His maniacal grin, the thing they see last.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
Very dark, I know.
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Staff

**Color Me

Hindered, butterfly lips
Caress periods of solitude in my waking dreams
Of you
Echoes of late night parking lot shoulder stares
In the hour glass blares
Choking my dry throat – comatose
When I want to crawl inside you to escape the cryptic sunrise
When I want to be beneath you
Weathering out the disaster
My world
Outstretched arms to feel the wind
Flying dragon kites into the tree of you
When I want to be with you
Tasting your brown sugar skin until I die a diabetic
The pathetic monotonies of this love-sick fool
The cruelty of weathered limbs
Keeping my head under water
When I’m caught in the outlines of your coloring book depiction
Longing for waxen tones to fill beyond my lines
Color me
Color me
Color me inside out
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Posted: Jun 2009
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starliteisbrite

Eau De Vie

~ Eau De Vie ~

Rich golden brown,

plush as velvet,

a scorch of heat,

a delicacy percolating in your mouth,

flavor to be savored .

My nicknames Brandy,

I've a flare of class,

when poured in a glass,

best absorbed in timely fashion,

I'm no other then a shot of Cognac.

CLW

03-12-11
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Posted: Mar 2011
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Unknown

sheep dip !

ants on a spaceship drinking sheep dip like the odd swim in holywater,but a fox eating a snackbox walks the red carpet put out by the farmer!
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Posted: Feb 2011
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Unknown

THE REAL THING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O0O0O0O0O

I LOVE CHICKEN VINDALOO.OH NEARLY FORGOT ! I LOVE WOMEN TOO.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
THERE ARE NO NUMBERS IN THIS POEM,BUT I WAS GOING 2 PUT SOME IN
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Unknown

Taco Bell Rap

i need two supreme tacos and hold the sour cream
it makes me vomit and it's an ugly scene
a chicken quesadilla and taco salad, too
this is how we do up in the drive thru
i need a spicy chicken double decker chilli cheese wrap
large coke, bottle of water, don't forget the cap
i need two soft tacos and an enchurrito
don't be thinking that its all for me though
"yo queiro taco bell" my boy said to me
so i'll get him a chalupa and one for free.
i hope you're getting all this down, you're sitting there without a sound
hot sauce, i need that too, make it three, no make it two
large coke, i need that too,
one for me and for you
just kidding, being nice
(AND DON'T FORGET THE YELLOW RICE!)
yellow rice, he wants that too, is that something you guys do?
if not nachos please, hold the lettuce, add the cheese
one more holla for a dollar
this my crew in this drive thru
one more thing, give it to me cause baby
WE HUNGRY
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Posted: Jun 2011
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breathless22

Packing a Picnic Lunch~~~

First you call up your good ole friend,
see if they like to join you for a picnic
maybe in the park underneath a shaded tree....

Then plans are made and time to pack up all
the goods from basket to table-ware and
blanket to food and all that may be needed to
enjoy the picnic...

You may choose to pack a peanut butter -n- jelly
on whole wheat bread-- do not forget to eat your
crust as this added the vitamins’ to the sandwich..

Then maybe you pack a snack bag or two of your
choice of chips, lays plain chips are a good
one to choose other it may be the sour and cream
then the other may want the rippled plain
as long as it is a chip it makes a good thing to pack
for a picnic lunch....

Do not forget to add a choice of a fruit,
they sell them in little tiny cups called
mix fruit cups or just a single one of banana
orange, apple or a pear do not forget
to pack a fruit....

Then last maybe choose a desert and drink of
a snack size cookie, or lunch able fruit pie
or maybe a snack size pudding will work
for the desertand for drink a fruit juice is
a good choice in the picnic lunch...

Grab the items for the picnic and away
we go to scout a place for just
the two of us
to have a picnic lunch....
©breathless22
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
For those not wanting to eat a lunch alone a good suggestion to do it with a good close friend...
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kornbluthonline today!

Bariatrics

Obesity is a Disease?
And how is that so, if you please?

We are what we eat, are we not?
Some eat a little, and some eat a lot.
Some work their buns off, and some won’t do squat.
So put it together, and what have you got?

Or does it fall out of the air,
unknown until now and at once everywhere?

It this thing contagious by touch or by genes?
Or glands out of balance, whatever that means?
Is that why it’s spreading to children and teens?

Now Medicare flatly decrees
Obesity is a Disease.

So taxpayers pay for a magical cure
instead of a thing that would do it for sure,
like rations of food that are miniature,
as if it cost money and people were poor.
The junk-food that isn’t nutritious
is fatty and bariatricious,
no better than paper, the research has found,
expensive as hell by the dollar-per-pound.
So why not eat money? Is that more unsound?
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
In September 2004, Medicare officially made obesity a "disease!"
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sophiasummer

Home Kill

I came upon the Tomatoe
Sleeping beside the silver beet

From the freezer I took out out the mince
OH MERTL

How wonderful your meat.
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
Fodder
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Unknown

pinapple turn overs

And are we faling
Or are we sinking
I find we've fallin further than can be retrived

This world's redemption
Has sunk beneath me.
The missing link
Is far beyond me

Far beyond me

Swallow your pride
And open your mind to
Circumstance before you
Revole the door
in your direction

Spin to the way side
Forget your mind matters
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
It's a quickie
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