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 Nov 2014
Jolene D'Souza
Once there was an old woman
who had tremendous bad farts,
And this is where our story begins
this is where it all starts.

Her farts were just awful
they'd stink up and ****
They'd make babies cry louder
and make all the roses wilt

When she walked into town
her farts wouldn't stop
A green stink cloud would follow
wherever she'd walk

"Whats that AWFUL smell?!"
people would exclaim
Then they'd all point to the old lady
who always suffered the blame

Due to these consequences
the old lady was lonely
How much she longed for love,
and just a place that felt homely.

They say there's someone special
for each and every soul
Even for stinky old ladies
and that's why this story is told

When fate intervenes
no one can really say
Whats meant for you or me
or what makes old lady's day.

For one day old Miss Stinky
was walking through a store
She met a perfect gentleman
who held open her door

He didn't run away
like all the other people
He came up to Old Miss Stinky
and oh how she got so feeble!

He fell in love
with all of old Miss Stinky
To her **** bombs and green clouds
he said "Oh wow, That's real *****!"

You can never know
when your special someone comes by
For If stinky old ladies find happy endings
why shouldn't I?

Now she's not alone
just happily farting each day
They had a huge hazmat-mask wedding
and he swept happy old Miss Stinky away
 Nov 2014
Jolene D'Souza
**** you stupid boy
For making me queasy and shy
I've got butterflies in my tummy
And stars in my eyes

**** you stupid boy
I've got this stupid grin
I cant wipe off my stupid face
And now I've got goosebumps on my skin

My head is up in the clouds
And my heart has bounded to space
Today I put on my t-shirt in reverse
And set my pancakes ablaze

Today I walked into a wall
From giggling at my phone
I got hit by a bus
Instead of walking straight home

When the bus hit me
I was still smiling and did not move my feet
Now I have to explain to my terrified parents
How I broke all my teeth

The puzzled doctor was astonished
He said I’m sorry there’s no prescription I can give
That can cure your chronic state of love-sickness
And hopefully let you live

**** you stupid boy
You’ve got me on a thrill
My hearts on a roller coaster ride
And quickly going downhill

**** you stupid boy
you make my face go red
when I read your stupid messages
when im supposed to be in bed

**** you stupid boy
You've got me in complete reverse
I mopped the dog and walked the mop
Please break this silly curse

The other day I was walking
and suddenly the lights went low
then I realized I had walked into an open sewer
that was left unclosed on the floor

I’m wrapped around your finger
And there's not a single trace
Of a sense of focus
On my absent minded lovesick face

**** you stupid boy
You’ll be the death of me
Next time the bus won’t break my teeth
I’ll just be history.
 Nov 2014
Chuck
I pedaled for the adventure
I pedaled for the thrill
I pedaled my fat ***
Up each and every hill

From my house across the state
From East Pa., west to New Jersey
From mountains to quaint towns
In sweat drenched shorts and yellow jersey

People asked me why I dId it
People asked me how
People asked me what's in Jersey
I smiled and said, "The WOW"

Wow, it's what my family said
Wow, is what I felt in my heart
Wow, is what I still say today
I'm glad I had the guts to start

I pedaled for the adventure
I pedaled for the thrill
I pedaled my fat ***
Up each and every hill
 Nov 2014
NuurSeraph
Happy day to You all ~

friends and lovers
mothers and fathers
sisters and brothers

I extend my many Thanks ~

a feast scent
of well wishes
smiles and sighs
of fulfillment

May You feel radiant warmth ~*

in heart and belly
sing many thanks
to your Loves
and be Merry ~
a thanksgiving piece for every day :-)
 Nov 2014
Patrick N
Following Ember Evanescent's Dear Blank Challenge (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/944579/dear-blank-challenge-please-please-read-this-and-repost-try-to-ke­ep-it-going-hellopoetry-dear-blank-challenge-secret-santa-poems-e­xcept-not-secret-and-not-santa-random-actpoem-of-kindness-strange­r-poetry-appreciation/)...  here is my appreciation of your work written down.


Worley's words make one think,
Often times simple thoughts expressed in a beautiful figurative tone,
Imagery delivered succinctly, accurately, yet holding onto aesthetics
A voice is felt, and appears consistently
Not perfect, nothing is,
His poetry is uniquely his
Some of my favourite lines of yours:
-With silent tears, she begs forgiveness, from one she has never wronged.
-The sun pursues my agony
-I imagine what it's like on the other side. Their taunts supply my mind with amazing dreams. Ambitions grand and humble ripen.

Explore http://hellopoetry.com/hd-worley/
 Nov 2014
Amitav Radiance
At the edge of this world
Where the boundaries end
There is only tranquility
And stillness that surrounds  
No one around but you
With your inner voice
Which is audible now
It’s time to meditate
With the chants of nature
Beyond time
Only eternity
 Nov 2014
Sally A Bayan
(10W)


...........a   h e a l t h y
........p o w e r f u l
i m m e n s e l y
b e a u t i f u l
...f o r m   o f
........h u m a n 
..........c a r b o n
........d  i  o  x  i  d  e.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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***...I am a plant, a tree, an herb, a bush, a ****
the ants on a trail, the Blue Jay, the cicada, the lizard,
growing, roaming...in the green forest, that is your mind
i could be the wind, the rain, anything that comes out with your sigh...***
 Nov 2014
David Ehrgott
My doggie he whistles a song through his nose
On this Thanksgiving his story is told
He waits for the birdie to perch on his nose
Then with a swift move he swallows it whole
Feet, beak, and feathers, everything goes
Down through his neck to his stomach you know
Well even a little dumb doggie knows this
The taste of a big juicy turkey is bliss

Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
I wanna eat a bird
I wanna eat a bird

Jack La Lane lived a long long time
He told me the secret to his long long life
Don't eat a pig and don't eat red meat
Don't eat a duck it is very bad luck
Don't eat Italian, French food, Chinese...
But you can eat plenty yes plenty of these
A chicken a turkey is all you will need
If you want to live to one hundred and three

Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
I wanna eat a bird
I wanna eat a bird
Bird bird bird bird bird
Bird bird bird bird bird...
 Nov 2014
Twiggy
Death and fights
It's not ok that they didn't indite
Cause they'll put up a fight
Like they did before
9 thought they were right
Did you think about the riot
Help and hurt
Thousands dead
Millions grieve
And you still get away
When did Protectors become
Murders
******
We are helpless
 Nov 2014
Jak
your fingers planted seeds everywhere you touched me
you watered them by whispering into my ears
and flowers sprouted from my spine each time you kissed me
xo
 Nov 2014
Poetic T
He was only three foot tall, but
He wanted to be like his
Famous daddy
"The pirate" long  bob
Plated
Silver
Toe
A renowned pirate or so
He told me.
So he looked around the house
to what he could find,
A hook was out of reach
As it was dangerous you know,
it could take an eye out
or if trod on cut your toes,
He would have defiantly have shed a
Tear
Or
Three,
So he found a spoon, not
Gold
or
Silver
Not plated precious,
It was copper it would have to do.
So he put his hand up his sleeve,
Holding the spoon quite
Menacingly,
I'll scoop your ice cream
From right under your nose,
One scoop,
Two scoop,
Three,
"Ill bounce the bowl upon your head"
"Then run so you never knows it was me"
"Who had eaten your desert from"
"Right under your nose you see"
He giggled and smiled a child's grin,
What next does a pirate need to be
"King of the sea"
A hat he thought,
As he looked around his fathers hats
Covered his head,
He walked in to
Table
&
Chair,
For it was to big over his eyes,
He was unable to see.
He bounced Off the door, the bed, the
Window sill too, with holes cut he still
Was unable to see properly,
So he got a sock with a patch on the heal
Putting it on his little head
looked in the mirror amused
By what could be seen.
I need one more thing
To be like me pa..
A ship to sail the high sea,
But he was only tiny 3 foot tall was he,
So he looked around
Finding a table in the yard,
Discarded but could be used by he.
"A sail was needed"
A table cloth tied to the back legs
To catch the gusts of wind yar see,
A crew was needed??
But there was only room for
Him
And his parrot
Reginald,
"*******"
"*******"  
He would squawk at me,
A I dry one given and a pat on the
Head from me.
I was known as a captain on
My
Green
Sea,
Plundering the apple tree
The raspberry bush
All the berries were now mine
That I could see,
I wanted to be like my father when I grew up
But lets be realistic I'm three foot
"I'm four and three months"
Who would be scared of little spoon pirate me.
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