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Left Foot Poet Sep 2017
BG: On High, (He/She)  ranting about a new alphabet!

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2140791/a-poet-wondered/


YOU wrote, He/She read...

down looking to make some trouble,
what he likes to do on weekends,
heard about your poem,
trying to create a new alphabet,
and got mightily ******
(at you)

we have an open IM,
and live crosstown
from each other,
and he/she is kinda shy,
(from gender confusion,)
asked me to relay this to you,
Madame BG Star:

you, who writes a new poem
on the hour, got a *** of nerve,
dissatisfied with the limits
of your tools, should not overly complain!

you got gifted, and use up your allotment
of alpha rearrangements and never get billed,
should be more considerate,
and just
write more.

and then he said something else,
because he always gets the last
word...

you have an affinity for the letter L
it would appear, so here is your punishment,
for the rest of the week
write like a madwoman


but no words that employ this lala sound!

how do you like that my little lollipop ******?

having scored some five and dime bags,
(cannabis legal not, up above)
went home to run the world in his
usual state
of (dis)grace

don't b-ame the messenger,
cause he said over his shoulder as departing
on his fiery chariot,
that applies to you too
u troublemaking

_Eft Foot Poet
will corn
what scorn
must
you
norm
she fluffed
her pillows
left
me
under the willows

we took sips off her lips
she held my hands
we made plans
she said
she
would meet me
in
the
promised land



























now your flakes
?





















...
..
.
she met
...
..
.
the house spoke
tickling fancy

under mountainous skies
with thundering song
our bodies cry
as we are
touched
upon
feel
my
love
the house spoke
pushing an shove
my heart
broke
take me laughing
sweetest jawbreaking candy
as
i
am
an
tickling fancy
?














...
..
.
first line title same
...
first three lines
dropped
in
my
box
by: star BG
...
Holly M Aug 2017
always the bridesmaid, never the bride
you have no idea how many times i cried
asking, "why me? why not me?"

well, for starters
i always oversleep
my eating habits are on repeat
i've worn the same clothes, same filth
for three days this week
i don't make an effort because i'm not going out
but no one asks me out because i don't make an effort
i write love poems i never send
i creepily covet people i consider friends
while my heart is stuck on the same old trend

hearts
yours and mine
your heart
pure and prone to breaking bones
my heart
crippled and casually crashing cars
the destruction duo
probably foreshadowing if i'm honest

i never get any rest
purple hues rise to the surface
furthermore, my life lacks any zest
and to top it all off
no matter how hard i've tried
i know i'll probably never be satisfied
so yeah
maybe that is why
Jayantee Khare Aug 2017
Boats float in haze and glass-like field.
Sun hides behind grey filled sky.

And I shall dab my thoughts across a page
as if they’re dancers calling to inner self.

Birds whisper dainty to wake ears.
Dogs back to echo with wind.

A great day to relax inside gratitude.
A grand day to see all is beautiful.
Inspired with my bio SBG wrote this..thnx a lot SBG..i m sharing here

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