OK so these two hookers who work the docks get together after work to discuss their day. The boat came in and the one told the other the most beautiful Sailor ever got off the boat . She asked him if he wanted some company and he said "baby it's all I've been thinking about for six months."
He asks how much for a date and she says for $100 you get this you get that and I will bring you to the heights of ecstasy you can't even imagine . He said I don't have a hundred dollars .
So she turns around after trying to walk away and says OK buddy it's been a slow day so for $50 I could give you some oral and bring you to the same heights of ecstasy ? He said , **** for six months that was the first thought on my mind but baby I ain't even got 50 . But it's been a slow day she tells her friend and I'm not even nice and offer a 25 ******* if he's quick. He said I got 25 dollars. Her friend asks what did u do? "Well I pull down his pants and he's bigger than anybody I ever seen."
Friend asks , well, what did u do?"
She says " I lent him 75 Bucks"!!!
Xoxo.
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 7:05 AM UTC
I spent some time perusing poems to site as authors would probably work their own. There are not however a perfection of miss any even look at masters they have their rare disaster. There’s not a place where poems are written and I know you like some and maybe be mitten with the corn in the effort but truth has to have a place to say hey you could fix this or add that it’s not a disgrace why is the custom here so blind and actually useless because if everybody says they love everything you can throw out all the words cause they got no juice to it if you’re not picking out something here and there that you could help somebody with a critique if everybody loves everything that means nobody say saying anything important and that’s what I find and I read 150 poems and did not find one single word for somebody offered a suggestion or help to improve. It makes the site empty and vacant and against the very core of what poetry is and absolutely everybody who throws these flowers should be ashamed and figure it out.
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC
WHEN TO STOP
Imagine the power to gather the Gods grace that is your humble reward, your born impulse to share and you honorably direct it toward, disbelievers that lack grace and evil they no longer fight, you Summon, you yearn, plead their hearts fill with might, but sadly you acknowledge, it's an impossible plight. Cry not dear warrior who never will fear the grim reaper, some lost souls just stay lost, remember, each and all are their own keeper +
Bobby O
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 6:33 AM UTC
END OUT
How u hold up ur end,Tells all ,what ur about. I don't know yet how i'm gonna figure my end out.
So I went back, walked thru my minds video of the past, found four frames, hard questions asked, they triggered truth, I own lies that last. Some, they live in those video's, gave me reasonable doubt, the past ain't gonna show how I'm gonna figure my end out.
But I got next, next week, next job,next plan's the best. Today stays empty, tomorrow is all. Frozen steps, Future dreams, embracing the stall, Imaginary progress , on some imaginary route, the Future sure won't show how I'm gonna figure my end out.
The Privledge of time, I thought used to be mine. Climbing up will scare me, but I refuse to stay blind. The mirror talks, baby steps, walk that straight line. Joining life, jumping in, ending this hideout, now , right Now, is the perfect time to figure my end out.
Bobby O
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
A Critical Measure
A little of me was left behind when she suddenly left
Prompting A Genesis I guess, of both smiles and tears . Trying, Perhaps mistakenly ,a tactile desperate grasp to reach back, grab a little of each, and allay my building fears
Wishing to compute a relationship relativity to override this soul shaking negativity wondering if there was someway to conclude that our piles of infectious smiles combined to cancel, this current river of tears. With a wink I began to imagine a mystic scale buried deep in
a sea filled with waves of emotion touching each and all , with surging tides of resentment and contentment ,great success and lonely duress , our inspired climbs and insipid falls. Hark, grand waters break and grand Heralds call, Behold Grandest Scale of All
The magnificence now before our eyes , abruptly delivered a Shock and Awe surprise. But Alas, instead , That grand scale was barely noticed,
Suddenly , hypnotically all were claimed by the beauty of the Herald’s song .
I no longer wished to count those smiles and no longer wished to weigh those tears. At once I did remember just where importance lives , it stands proud in Times ahead of us, not in faded moments washed away, with a little hope and lots of trust, we shall see a Better Day.
BobbyO
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 5:43 AM UTC
The Sense to Shake it Off
She chose bold prose her lyrics overt
Expertly aimed with intention to hurt
Might Swifty style define her revenge and her plan
Bare assed and shout loud I’m no longer her man
No terms no discussion
No battles no War
Why bother complaining
What is it good for
BobbyO
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 3:18 AM UTC
Magic of Words
The freedom to survey, the challenge to convey starts with first light each day
Noticing of course that it's a therapeutic force
a personal source of delight that carries from dawn to twilight
Rage rage against unfair moments, pave pave the way for fair ascent. Make a difference if I can , learn from Queens and honored man. Write write, disperse it or lock it w a key, just interact w this universe and find your destiny.
Bobby O
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Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC
I WISH IT WERE A SHE
Progress pushes around the bend when we seek truth and when pretending ends
Success slips and dips if the fear of change remains a stowaway
Pretense can then command it’s sour presence and blurs any blueprint charted toward the healing progress we intend
Ego driven Men, whose Past admittance of mistakes has never found its place
An Existence of unchecked Density
Blind with pride their shared propensity
This predilection points to man A battle stand and half of a plan
Testosterone leak inside the brain ? Consider instead , Women who have a plenty and ready brilliance claimed and place aside false pride and fame.
. A fair and humble pure agenda, powerfully joined by strengths conjoined , in spirit and in body and everyone alive. Let’s Decide that Women Should guide the Human Race, let double X guide with Lady Grace Poised to birth her plan for us to thrive Govern just and wise to keep hope alive
Bobby O
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC
AND THE WORLD WILL BE BETTER FOR THIS
A dire quest now requires a friend to rescue a friend
To get deep enough into situations to risk awkward
to be brave enough with no vacillation, to go onward
To recognize delicacy, be armed with intricacy, reversing inaccuracy born of those who have come from before , yet still dive straight into the maelstrom, with no detour designed , advice to heed warnings you quickly decline. Ready to bravely, plow through shocked faces on enemies that think they have won
Yet you Realize that this battle , this war, well it’s just begun. They should expect no pity under this ****** sun. This merciless story shall find them engaged by an army of one , on a mission to rescue , before it’s too late before your best friend forever meets an ominous fate
You proceed with pure valor without question or pause, Windmills be ****** you’d March straight through holy hell for this heavenly cause
BOBBY O
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 5:34 AM UTC