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 Jul 2019
ConnectHook
Put on your ***** hat, grab your Kibbles—
Let that cat out of your bag
Celebrate your business, Womyn
Whether you be sprite or hag . . .
Which is which? You make us wonder
(as you hate on the head-of state)
What you're packing. Woman-thunder
Promises to titillate.
Lead us men into our future
Show us where we've gone astray.
Shine that light of Matriarchy
As we stumble on our way.
Pure emotion lights your gender.
Superficial party-lines
Tie us up. A *****-******
Just might straighten out your signs.
Talking-points at intersections
Promise to inflame the game.
Seeking brave new world directions
Ought to shift some blame.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpapjdwvRa8

PROMPT #23: write a poem about an animal.
 Jul 2019
Ryan O'Leary
It was a blind date, I was
not expecting to have ***
on the first night, but I was
hooked, only to discover
later that she was an epileptic.
 Jul 2019
Ryan O'Leary
There has got to be a more poetic
way to express one's infatuation
for her, other than saying that,
I am in love. She must have had
a lifetime of sensual suitors who
were seduced by her beauty. If
one were to take a page out of
Antonio's book, regard beyond
the enticing, of Portia's caskets,
it is there you'll find those grains
of flour, yeasted by her fondness.

                  <>

For Sheila Fitzpatrick
Owner of ABC Organic
Bakery English Market
City of Cork Ireland.
 Jul 2019
Ryan O'Leary
Trump has uttered Ten
Thousand Lies in 2 years!

But, but, all spoken from
the Oval Orifice of his House

So, go on, deduce, yes, of
course it means White Lies.
 Jul 2019
Stephanie
ocd
walk on tiles
not on lines...

this must be just right here
that must be just right there

just few more millimeters
dang! rulers are life savers

walk on tiles
not on lines...

STUPID!

go back to the top!
right foot, left foot, stop

wash your hands, wash it clean
wash til it's bleeding clean

.PERFECTION.

walk on tiles
not on lines...

"hey, it's been a long time, how are you doing ..."

biiiiiiitch, why the hell she's standing on the crack!
blah, blah, blah, whatever boring small talk

hahaha yeah I'm fine :)

TAKE. A. STEP. BACK. NOW. DO. NOT. STAND. ON. THAT. EVIL. CRACK. YOU. DEVIL.

finally, I wonder why most of society
do not educate themselves well to act properly

walk on tiles
not on lines...


good job, self.
good job, self.
Imagine hearing that very very high pitch noise crippling the **** out of you whenever you or someone makes a one, single, minimal, mistake. That's cruelty.
 Jul 2019
sandra wyllie
it’s like sleeping.
They’ll be afraid to close their eyes -
that they might not wake-up
that they’ll drift off to become not.
Don’t tell them what lies beyond.
No one can.
Don’t promise them they’ll meet
the ones who have gone and not returned.
Or worse yet -
that the wrong will be punished
in a fiery pit
with a man dressed in horns.
Or they’ll come back
as a bird or a whale or a tree.
What you believe
don’t put upon them.
When they ask
say -
live each moment
as if it were your last day.
 Jul 2019
Ryan O'Leary
******* to Brexit is a
testimony to testicles
on a neutered gender.

Anti democracy is what
they are about, the tainted
whether of the flock.

Leave means out, don't
make me shout, Cable's
a Dim Wit, a political lout.
 Jul 2019
Bogdan Dragos
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls

But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above

You'll see
 Jul 2019
M H John
i stood over the sink
waiting for it to fill up
so i could wash
yesterday’s tears
out of my face
when suddenly
i felt your words
grab behind my neck
and submerge me underwater
i could hear every
hateful word you said
muffled beneath the water
when I pulled my head up
the sink was filled with bubbles
and that was your way
of apologizing today
until you do it again tomorrow
don’t drown in the narcissist words
 Jul 2019
Ryan Cripps
I've waited for him to sleep
just to have a few minutes alone
so I could hear the softness in your voice
while you whispered over the phone.

I've waited up for you
well into the deepness of the night
so you could cry on my shoulder
when he would cause a fight.

I've waited for the day
he stopped knowing I was your friend.
I so badly wanted to tell him
that I've been in his bed.

I've waited for the day
you and I could stop the secrets.
It was thrilling at first
like winning you was an achievement.

But you're not a prize;
you're human, like him.
So I said goodbye to both of you,
letting everyone win.
(c) Ryan Kane 2019
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