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Elmo’s AWOLNATION Sail Parody
TALE !
This how Elmo spends his day.
I love to squish my Playdoh clay.
Blame on Elmo’s A,B,C’s babeh.
My father spends his time on stocks.
But Elmo loves to play with blocks.
Blame on Elmo’s A,B,C’s babeh.
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
My parents call my playpen jail.
And tantrums give my Momma hell.
Blame on Elmo’s A,B,C’s babeh.
Teacher, calls me “special needs”
Cuz Elmo’s hyper active seed.
Blame on Elmo’s A,B,C’s babeh.
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
Ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma no!
Ma ma ma ma ma,
Ma ma ma ma ma no!
Ma ma ma ma ma,
Ma ma ma ma ma,
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
Once upon a time, a fairy
TALE !
Once upon a time, a fairy
TALE !
Once upon a time, a fairy
TALE !
Once upon a
TALE !
© July 30, 2014, L. Karriem
This how Elmo spends his day.
I love to squish my Playdoh clay.
Blame on Elmo’s A,B,C’s babeh.
My father spends his time on stocks.
But Elmo loves to play with blocks.
Blame on Elmo’s A,B,C’s babeh.
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
My parents call my playpen jail.
And tantrums give my Momma hell.
Blame on Elmo’s A,B,C’s babeh.
Teacher, calls me “special needs”
Cuz Elmo’s hyper active seed.
Blame on Elmo’s A,B,C’s babeh.
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
Ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma no!
Ma ma ma ma ma,
Ma ma ma ma ma no!
Ma ma ma ma ma,
Ma ma ma ma ma,
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
TALE !
Once upon a time, a fairy
TALE !
Once upon a time, a fairy
TALE !
Once upon a time, a fairy
TALE !
Once upon a
TALE !
© July 30, 2014, L. Karriem
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
Sometimes when I hear certain songs, jokes pop up in my mind making fun of it.This is the only parody I have copyrighted. I really need to get out a few of the
other ones that I wrote. I love writing parodies.
Love for sight
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Found you dreams started to come true;
Today you strangers seem like your own;
I don't believe in my own luck;
You started living in my heartbeat.
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Found you dreams started to come true;
Today you strangers seem like your own;
I don't believe in my own luck;
You started living in my heartbeat.
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Posted: Aug 2023
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When
When I turn off the light
the pillow next to me
crying with your scent.
I hug her tightly
to feel
to remember
to live
when the next black night
takes your smile
leaving only
a trace of your lips
imprinted on my skin.
the pillow next to me
crying with your scent.
I hug her tightly
to feel
to remember
to live
when the next black night
takes your smile
leaving only
a trace of your lips
imprinted on my skin.
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Posted: Nov 2019
Post CommentLove
Is waiting
for morning
and night
and safe sleep
waiting
for steps
and knocking
on the door
waiting
for touch
and screaming
fulfillment
waiting
for joys
and sorrows
and discussions
until dawn
waiting
for the end of autumn.
for morning
and night
and safe sleep
waiting
for steps
and knocking
on the door
waiting
for touch
and screaming
fulfillment
waiting
for joys
and sorrows
and discussions
until dawn
waiting
for the end of autumn.
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Posted: Apr 2020
Post CommentJust be
Cheer me up
with your words, your look,
your breath.
Drink nectar
from my lips whispering
your name.
Touch me
unknown touch
fingertips
give them the route
Fill up the void
just be
with your words, your look,
your breath.
Drink nectar
from my lips whispering
your name.
Touch me
unknown touch
fingertips
give them the route
Fill up the void
just be
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Posted: Feb 2020
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COUNTING COINS
They like to think themselves as heroes.
They are the Self-Serving type.
They like making war on ev-ery-one, and count-ing coins at night.They contemplate new battles
for what they claim is right
But when they start daydreaming,
minds turn to counting coins all night.
Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eye,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
Thier lips curve up, they just can't disguise,
they think of counting gold-coins, with-a-smile,
But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?
They use words like honour and glory
When they talk about their wars
They like to talk, about vic-tory and gain
But when they stop their talking, in the silence of thier own heads,
they go straight back,
to count-ing gold coins ag-ain.
Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eyes,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
I see their lips curve, and they just can't disguise,
they think of gold-coins, with-a-smile,
But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?
It is The rich, the powerful
They like to think of as their friends
but they are just the bankers
in a war that never ends
They're not too fond of Peace
A ceasefire's what they hate
they love the thought of fighting wars
think-ing Oh, the mon-ey they shall make
Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eyes,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
I see their lips curve, and they just can't disguise,
they think of gold-coins, with-a-smile,
But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?
They are the Self-Serving type.
They like making war on ev-ery-one, and count-ing coins at night.They contemplate new battles
for what they claim is right
But when they start daydreaming,
minds turn to counting coins all night.
Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eye,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
Thier lips curve up, they just can't disguise,
they think of counting gold-coins, with-a-smile,
But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?
They use words like honour and glory
When they talk about their wars
They like to talk, about vic-tory and gain
But when they stop their talking, in the silence of thier own heads,
they go straight back,
to count-ing gold coins ag-ain.
Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eyes,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
I see their lips curve, and they just can't disguise,
they think of gold-coins, with-a-smile,
But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?
It is The rich, the powerful
They like to think of as their friends
but they are just the bankers
in a war that never ends
They're not too fond of Peace
A ceasefire's what they hate
they love the thought of fighting wars
think-ing Oh, the mon-ey they shall make
Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eyes,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
I see their lips curve, and they just can't disguise,
they think of gold-coins, with-a-smile,
But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?
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Posted: Oct 2020
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Everlasting Love
Everlasting love, endless love
That's what I am searching for- for your endless love.
A love that will hold me close, tenderly, warmly, sincerely. Oh sweet and precious love come to me, enter me, envelope me. Let me feel your strong sense of being. Your God given desire and need. TOGETHER we fulfill and complete each other.
That's what I am searching for- for your endless love.
A love that will hold me close, tenderly, warmly, sincerely. Oh sweet and precious love come to me, enter me, envelope me. Let me feel your strong sense of being. Your God given desire and need. TOGETHER we fulfill and complete each other.
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Posted: Jun 2020
About this poem:
I wrote the poem from a place of genuineness. I am seeking pure genuine love which will be an everlasting love, that I would like to share with a true gentleman.I am optimistic that I will find my genuine Christian prince charming.
Everyone please enjoy the poem.
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Like, I'm the God of the Damned!,
Lord of the Beast!,
Will there ever, ever be another woman to come along?!,
To tame me?!, -
Self-destruct, I can't tell?!,
At this Heavy Metal speed!,
Maybe? Maybe, she'll come my way?!,
To slow down me?!, --
And love,
Seems so long ago, far away,
Seek but ye cannot find,
In thought, her smile begins to fade, ---
Like, I'm the crazy thought in your head!,
The nightmare in your dreams!,
Should I feel, feel anything?!,
Or is this just me?! -
Self-discipline, I know well!,
Dressed in goth, blood stained, military green!,
I need, I need a woman!,
To soothe me! ---
And love,
Ahead, now, gone,
Always watching you,
Especially when you are all alone, -
Like, I'm the shooting star!,
(ha) Today's rising son!,
Would you? Would you keep this to yourself?!,
Or tell everyone?!, -
Self-hate? Been there!,
Easy, but that's no fun!?,
I see, I see her in the crowd?!,
Is she the one?!,
And love,
Always the sun shines, no rain,
Her smiles set your sails adrift,
The end of the pain,
Lord of the Beast!,
Will there ever, ever be another woman to come along?!,
To tame me?!, -
Self-destruct, I can't tell?!,
At this Heavy Metal speed!,
Maybe? Maybe, she'll come my way?!,
To slow down me?!, --
And love,
Seems so long ago, far away,
Seek but ye cannot find,
In thought, her smile begins to fade, ---
Like, I'm the crazy thought in your head!,
The nightmare in your dreams!,
Should I feel, feel anything?!,
Or is this just me?! -
Self-discipline, I know well!,
Dressed in goth, blood stained, military green!,
I need, I need a woman!,
To soothe me! ---
And love,
Ahead, now, gone,
Always watching you,
Especially when you are all alone, -
Like, I'm the shooting star!,
(ha) Today's rising son!,
Would you? Would you keep this to yourself?!,
Or tell everyone?!, -
Self-hate? Been there!,
Easy, but that's no fun!?,
I see, I see her in the crowd?!,
Is she the one?!,
And love,
Always the sun shines, no rain,
Her smiles set your sails adrift,
The end of the pain,
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Posted: Jan 8
About this poem:
Wrote this 1/8/2024. This one I'd consider trippy! Hard, Heavy Metal intro beginning and then very soft 4-line verses to alter in-between. The conclusion would end the song with mix of both sounds instrumentally! A wild idea to begin 2024 with, eh? lol Until thenFallen Defender
A mournful sky cries overhead
Soaking the streets of a life I once led
I am gone now ,all I am are my bones
Hidden beneath these funeral stones
Once I led a happy life here
Gone now, no more in my beloved Bendir
The Hawkins now with pride sing my name
They know how I died and they'd do the same
I accepted the burden to defend this land
I sold my life dearly at my final stand
If had more than but one life I'd lay it down again
For the Dales are my love and for it there's no blame
So mark you well this site where I now rest
Quell your sorrowful heart in your beating breast
You may weep because I had to fall
Just remember it took my love for it to matter ever at all.
Soaking the streets of a life I once led
I am gone now ,all I am are my bones
Hidden beneath these funeral stones
Once I led a happy life here
Gone now, no more in my beloved Bendir
The Hawkins now with pride sing my name
They know how I died and they'd do the same
I accepted the burden to defend this land
I sold my life dearly at my final stand
If had more than but one life I'd lay it down again
For the Dales are my love and for it there's no blame
So mark you well this site where I now rest
Quell your sorrowful heart in your beating breast
You may weep because I had to fall
Just remember it took my love for it to matter ever at all.
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Another Song/poem from My Fantasy Bard Allwyn Marcher.This one needs a little explanation.
In the Fantasy world where Allwyn lived and died, he made his home in a small town Called Bendir, ( think medieval market town LOTR style, but with magic being more common place), located in Bendir Dale
The Hawkin Is a bit like a local Militia )combined peace keeping force and town guards) in the Dale, it is a Voluntary organisation dedicated to protect Bendir aid travelers along its dangerous roads, Also the actively seek out threats against the Dale and Bendir (Orc uprisings, Evil wizards, ect ect),
Members of the Hawkin are Called Defenders, Allwyn became Defender
This song was written By Allwyn as a tribute to one of his brothers in arms who fell in battle against a powerful foe In defense of the Town
THE CHILDREN OF MANNOR MOURNE
What be the children of Mannor Mourne?
Mesmerizing hypnotic eyes gaze
Creatures that thrive on blood for false life
Naught but hunters stalking prey
Where be the cots which in they do sleep?
Dank decayed with scent of blood
Tombs decrepit dark desecrated places
Where mortals do fear to tread
What do they dream from daybreak to sun fall?
Of coming forth to ravage and feast
Corrupted innocents, souls to darkness lost
Blood hunger turns babes into beasts
Where forth shall their true rest come from,
ending curse'ed eternal half life?
Release shall come from my own hand.
Death's a mercy for children of the night
Mesmerizing hypnotic eyes gaze
Creatures that thrive on blood for false life
Naught but hunters stalking prey
Where be the cots which in they do sleep?
Dank decayed with scent of blood
Tombs decrepit dark desecrated places
Where mortals do fear to tread
What do they dream from daybreak to sun fall?
Of coming forth to ravage and feast
Corrupted innocents, souls to darkness lost
Blood hunger turns babes into beasts
Where forth shall their true rest come from,
ending curse'ed eternal half life?
Release shall come from my own hand.
Death's a mercy for children of the night
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Another Song/poem from the Quill of My Fantasy Bard Allwyn Marcher.This one needs a little explanation.
Mannor Mourne is an ancient castle Perched high in the Spires, (A range of mountains), It was Once a happy place , The lord and Lady of Mourne were Kind generous folk. Defenders of that is right and wholesome the enemy of all that is evil, They even opened up their castle to the Orphans of the Isle Of Arelith,
They fell to a Daemonic curse and all in the castle became vampires, even the children.
This Song/Poem was written by Allwyn after he joined a group who went there to cleanse the castle of it's evil. Quite a few of the party he went with Fell prey to the Child Vampires Because they stayed their hands in killing them.
With this song/Poem Allwyn hoped that any others who went there would see that putting and end to the Vampire Children would in the end be a blessing to to them , for in final death they would be free of the terrible curse
It's not all taverns and love songs for a Fantasy Bard
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