dean-allen - Hello Poetry

So don’t you cry or beg or plead Stand up straight Don’t lock your knees Sir and Ma’am Thanks and please ABC’s 123’s Twice the tongue And half the me’s ***** it up Do as you please Make the world A better place Whether you’re saved Or fallen from grace (2015-2022)

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Dec 11, 2022

Dec 11, 2022 at 4:13 AM UTC

Life and Death to the Tune of Yellow Submarine: Epilogue

So don’t you cry or beg or plead Stand up straight Don’t lock your knees Sir and Ma’am Thanks and please ABC’s 123’s Twice the tongue And half the me’s ***** it up Do as you please Make the world A better place Whether you’re saved Or fallen from grace (2015-2022)

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In the evening of his life He sought closure for his wife So he prayed, oh, lord he prayed For salvation of his soul His wife, she wept Oh my, she wept And their children, they wept too As his life sputtered on But by the sun’s Glory dawn The dear father Was far and gone Life departed And carried on Their tears they dried And went away As did the sorrow Day by day And then the wife She took her turn And the mourning Commenced again So the children Had some children And the cycle repeated on. On and on the story goes Where it ends No one knows. But we can cry, yes we can cry And we can laugh, And we can try. We live on And on and on And on and on And on and on So when you cry Remember this And try To find some bliss For life is short And sometimes cruel But also joyful And ever new. So go on And on and on And on and on Until you stop And when you stop Don’t be scared You’ll meet your Mother And father there. Or so we hope, we hope, we hope, We hope, we hope, We hope, we hope (2015)

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Dec 11, 2022

Dec 11, 2022 at 4:09 AM UTC

Life and Death to the Tune of Yellow Submarine

In the evening of his life He sought closure for his wife So he prayed, oh, lord he prayed For salvation of his soul His wife, she wept Oh my, she wept And their children, they wept too As his life sputtered on But by the sun’s Glory dawn The dear father Was far and gone Life departed And carried on Their tears they dried And went away As did the sorrow Day by day And then the wife She took her turn And the mourning Commenced again So the children Had some children And the cycle repeated on. On and on the story goes Where it ends No one knows. But we can cry, yes we can cry And we can laugh, And we can try. We live on And on and on And on and on And on and on So when you cry Remember this And try To find some bliss For life is short And sometimes cruel But also joyful And ever new. So go on And on and on And on and on Until you stop And when you stop Don’t be scared You’ll meet your Mother And father there. Or so we hope, we hope, we hope, We hope, we hope, We hope, we hope (2015)

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I’m cracking up Losin’ my brain Dropped all my marbles Goin’ insane Life speeds by Frame by frame Though Everyone’s groovy Just Playin’ the game Alone I sit Oh what a shame Sorrow and self pity ******* I'm lame (2015-2016)

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Dec 11, 2022

Dec 11, 2022 at 3:58 AM UTC

Noggin

I’m cracking up Losin’ my brain Dropped all my marbles Goin’ insane Life speeds by Frame by frame Though Everyone’s groovy Just Playin’ the game Alone I sit Oh what a shame Sorrow and self pity ******* I'm lame (2015-2016)

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No one knows The loneliness Of a wind that blows With no bones to chill (2018)

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Dec 11, 2022

Dec 11, 2022 at 3:36 AM UTC

Thermal Dynamics

No one knows The loneliness Of a wind that blows With no bones to chill (2018)

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Good writing is better than the best **** on the planet (2014)

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC

(syn-tax)

Good writing is better than the best **** on the planet (2014)

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I am not insane, Is a false statement. Self diagnosis Is a pleasure. Self medicating Is even better. (2014)

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC

Nonsensaclysm

I am not insane, Is a false statement. Self diagnosis Is a pleasure. Self medicating Is even better. (2014)

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Open shell Pry fragments Step Step Grow Flag Even upper Higher Move it like wildfire Riff it like snot One more time Don’t corrct misspllings Fix grammar Correct misspellings One more time Even once more Move on to another mispld game Fight fight ight Kepz it kleanz Doin it right Conceptus Remember Nxt Level Cookie Maker Chef of lives Mix in souls too many numerous few up down closed soul hole Not profane enough Fukc Don’t correct misspellings Ingrained. Open your mouth I’ll open my ears I’ll close my ears and we’ll keep it up Pullin’ faces Eating too much, but fasting on stuffing incubate synchubate ********** Try I won’t find New thingsssssssssssssssssssssss Old things People n stuff Open your eyes I’ll open my nose. ***** Foomf. Pinch in fiction and fingers Level up Order of operations Fades into subconscious Pious Holier than Mao Heads & Tails Open your feeling I’ll open my fly. (2014)

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC

Unopentitled

Open shell Pry fragments Step Step Grow Flag Even upper Higher Move it like wildfire Riff it like snot One more time Don’t corrct misspllings Fix grammar Correct misspellings One more time Even once more Move on to another mispld game Fight fight ight Kepz it kleanz Doin it right Conceptus Remember Nxt Level Cookie Maker Chef of lives Mix in souls too many numerous few up down closed soul hole Not profane enough Fukc Don’t correct misspellings Ingrained. Open your mouth I’ll open my ears I’ll close my ears and we’ll keep it up Pullin’ faces Eating too much, but fasting on stuffing incubate synchubate ********** Try I won’t find New thingsssssssssssssssssssssss Old things People n stuff Open your eyes I’ll open my nose. ***** Foomf. Pinch in fiction and fingers Level up Order of operations Fades into subconscious Pious Holier than Mao Heads & Tails Open your feeling I’ll open my fly. (2014)

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Colly and cold in the creeping winter night Hot breath steaming in the moon’s silver light The denizens don their down coats and knitted caps Shielding supple skin from the biting wind’s grasp Wrapped thoroughly tight from body to brain Thoughts clogged in the cold as a clotted vein The people take to their snow strewn streets Slipping on wet slush and solid ice sheets While I sit inside in self-imposed solitude I contemplate the company I conspire to elude But if I went to join the frozen-footed fray I'd fall and lay frozen Rotting away I'd die divinely and Spring would descend Dead and dessicated, My soul will ascend Deceased and derelict My body remains Devoured by Earth, And Death is renamed. (2013-2022)

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC

View from a Window up High in the Night of the City

Colly and cold in the creeping winter night Hot breath steaming in the moon’s silver light The denizens don their down coats and knitted caps Shielding supple skin from the biting wind’s grasp Wrapped thoroughly tight from body to brain Thoughts clogged in the cold as a clotted vein The people take to their snow strewn streets Slipping on wet slush and solid ice sheets While I sit inside in self-imposed solitude I contemplate the company I conspire to elude But if I went to join the frozen-footed fray I'd fall and lay frozen Rotting away I'd die divinely and Spring would descend Dead and dessicated, My soul will ascend Deceased and derelict My body remains Devoured by Earth, And Death is renamed. (2013-2022)

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I drive alone at night Cutting through the dark Shadows as thick as the jungle Headlights like machetes. (2012)

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Mar 29, 2013

Mar 29, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC

Nighttime Wandering

I drive alone at night Cutting through the dark Shadows as thick as the jungle Headlights like machetes. (2012)

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