maria-rocco - Hello Poetry

I can count the fingers the years the smiles the toes. The babies, the children, teenagers with woes. Can’t count on a man, don’t think he exists Lecture me about dating I bring up my fists. No safety net, no family home had to learn how to fight, short of breaking my bones Yeah I can count, down but not out ignoring the ref conveniently deaf I crawl, sweatin’ with blood to the ropes set for stun I grab for the cords finding little for fun Ref sets me straight my opponent’s not done. So I get my *** up starting at one.

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC

Up For The Count

I can count the fingers the years the smiles the toes. The babies, the children, teenagers with woes. Can’t count on a man, don’t think he exists Lecture me about dating I bring up my fists. No safety net, no family home had to learn how to fight, short of breaking my bones Yeah I can count, down but not out ignoring the ref conveniently deaf I crawl, sweatin’ with blood to the ropes set for stun I grab for the cords finding little for fun Ref sets me straight my opponent’s not done. So I get my *** up starting at one.

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When asked to define a bahonkus Noggins were scratched all about us. 15 before eight with hungers to sate Look: Twitterpates on a plate Dang they're long ones! Lawd how do we learn the best way to burn all these habits and nasty dry spells? Sometimes it's the **** from that funny gray bird 'mindin' us He's the Giver oh well. See that's the way the mop flops. Yeah well ain't that some chit. Every day has a curse and a blessing. We be hopin' for Grace to save us some face and avoid seein' what we be missing. I don't have a dog in that there **** race. See, the pigs flew out to start bombin'. So the dogs chased their tails while the pigs shat the mail makin' up for the pork they were chompin'.

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC

Scatology

When asked to define a bahonkus Noggins were scratched all about us. 15 before eight with hungers to sate Look: Twitterpates on a plate Dang they're long ones! Lawd how do we learn the best way to burn all these habits and nasty dry spells? Sometimes it's the **** from that funny gray bird 'mindin' us He's the Giver oh well. See that's the way the mop flops. Yeah well ain't that some chit. Every day has a curse and a blessing. We be hopin' for Grace to save us some face and avoid seein' what we be missing. I don't have a dog in that there **** race. See, the pigs flew out to start bombin'. So the dogs chased their tails while the pigs shat the mail makin' up for the pork they were chompin'.

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The crows laugh at us, you know We bundle And trundle Dreading the day And the skin-freezing wind. They glide Courting sky Scoffing earth Riding on windy chill And laughing. They risk the freeze To dance with ease – And we tuck our heads down Baiting wind with frown. Avoiding the kiss That holds hands With risk. Believing endurance Our only insurance If only we’d look To the sky.

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC

Gravity

The crows laugh at us, you know We bundle And trundle Dreading the day And the skin-freezing wind. They glide Courting sky Scoffing earth Riding on windy chill And laughing. They risk the freeze To dance with ease – And we tuck our heads down Baiting wind with frown. Avoiding the kiss That holds hands With risk. Believing endurance Our only insurance If only we’d look To the sky.

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