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 Sep 2015
ConnectHook
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U text me dis
I text U dat
She dissed my dis
I sent last Sat.

U LOL’ed
on down the list
I sexted sixth—
my 7th missed.

U banned my width
I booked your face
U twittered on—
She saved my space.

U scrolled me down
He tweeted smiles
We USB’ed,
recharging miles . . .

U giga-bit
encrypted files;
I saved as mine
and cached denials.

In digital
we re-erased,
then Skyped our souls
and interfaced.
Babylon is falling...
 Sep 2015
ShamusDeyo
There once was a poet quite noted
Who's adam's apple was Amply Throated
I'd make a guess, plums hung in that dress
And more then her legs did get shaved
Its time I do a limerick me being Irish
I certainly wouldn't want to be hated for ignoring the Irish
 Sep 2015
Don Bouchard
When your children
Near berserk us;

When the maitre de
Would disapprove;

When the pastor
Stops the service

To ask your cut-ups
To stop and move,

I shrug my shoulders.
Don't grow nervous...

I buy, of course,
Though they don't deserve it....

When the ice cream vender
Tries to serve us....

Not my monkeys!
Not my circus!
Benefits and Detractions of "other people's children...." I love my grandkids! Being a grandfather is wonderful! As a former Ring Master,
I can sit back and enjoy the Show....(0;
 Sep 2015
Richard Riddle
I went to a finance company to apply for a loan. Everything was going well until I was told they would be sending somebody named "Rocco" to live with me for the next five years.

richard riddle: August 31, 2015
 Sep 2015
Dreams of Sepia
" Du Kannst Mich am Arsch Licken''
'' Kiss my ***''
the 1 litre cider bottle's out
he takes a swig
then throws his old head back
simulating electric chair death
throws, silence permeates
the wary room
'' Baby....don't....go''
'' Long live Rock n' Roll''
in his thick German accent
before that he asked
'' Who is Allen Ginsberg-
really, Howl, poetry?''
someone afterwards says
'' It's like seeing the ghost
of Bukowski''
the room doesn't say much
but I feel a warmth
for him, reminding me
of my heart's home:
Berlin. Yes, the Germans
they're like this,
they don't take any ****
their hearts
are made of grit
& their drunks
are different from ours,
yes, they talk
of Nijinsky
& the *Ballet Russes

intellectuals
even when they're plastered
'' You may be my enemy
but with a drink you are my friend''

he said & echoes of the War
permeated the dark
& faded time back to the present
opening the night
to better things
A drunk German came to our open mic night tonight. It was a surreal, sad yet wonderful experience & made me realize just how much I love the Germans
 Sep 2015
Bill murray
The gramps today feels somnolent
My gardens eminence is overseeing the weeds
A good cutting for the high grass today
Pesticides to get the bugs high
As I will spray spray spray
And **** those bugs away.
Languid little creepy-crawly's
Will get smallie
And fallie
Down the hole I created for them.
 Sep 2015
Nicole Dawn
Life is like a math problem--

Some people are cancelled out
So that you can find the answer

Some people are like asymptotes
It seems like they should be there
But they're just a hole in your graph

Some people are like parallel lines
Always in sight
Never in reach

Life is like a math problem
And sometimes
*There's no solution
There is more to this, but it seemed really long
 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
i just can't breathe in here, my head is spinning
i believe the stale air is thinning
i get no answers to the questions i'm sending
black magic love spells are trending

i read poems. but never reach the ending
they lead me back to the beginning
i feel so guilty of the time i am spending
black magic love spells are winning

(11-9-12-8 syllable count for both stanzas)
I noticed that one of the spammer advertisements was trending in the feed(along with a lot of dead poets), so i wrote this. This site gets
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 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Her chocolate eye's
Wherein creation lies;
A place with gate's
With supernatural fate.

ii.

A dining plate
I won't be late;
Swigging her aura
Thus feeling great.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Sep 2015
Francie Lynch
A fool and his heart
Are soon parted.
Sounds flippant
And distant;
Unless you're the fool,
And it's your heart.
 Aug 2015
GaryFairy
if you can read this, then you're too close
my loving passion has turned to a ghost
my heart became so cold that it froze
if you can read this, then you're too close

if you can read this, then you're too close
i need a love that **** then goes
love is suffering, while in it's throes
if you can read this, then you're too close
saw the title on a bumper sticker
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