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 Aug 2014
Justin S Wampler
There is nothing worse
than meeting a musician.

Just go be creative somewhere and
please leave me here to just be.

Quietly.
 Aug 2014
pat
mi corazón es fuerte.
Es mejor que  una patata.
 Aug 2014
pat
the fungus are among us
among us, and abundance of humongous fungus
the substance spun us into funnel monkey dumbness
no longer numbness we felt the suns bliss
sun kissed wondrous fun.
feeling the youngest we dismissed all toughness
no longer rambunctious
we had won us a moral compass
complete sublime oneness
glad we had done this
we yelled cowabungas
lol
 Aug 2014
pat
funnel cake **** snakes shaking baby bubbles  
mad lady **** parts leaking farts like a hen
when men **** they tend to start chuckling
unbuckling their pants they dance to the bathroom
Pushed too hard?
P.U.
you act like you didn't just poo.
 Aug 2014
Jack
~

A happy young fairy went walking one day,
enjoying the blue skies she found
When there ‘fore her rested a little sad heart,
whimpering soft on the ground

She knelt down before it and held out her hand,
finding a tear call her eye
and said with a voice as if heaven had sent
“Why little heart do you cry?”

“I’m all alone and have no one to love me,”
Were the sad words that he said
“So now I sit trapped and empty forever,
woeful and left here for dead”

“Oh my dear heart with your tear drops just flowing,
please take my hand and you’ll see
I have more love than you ever could wish for,
come let my touch set you free”

He reached for her hand and his beat happened faster,
a smile then formed on his face
His tears had all ended their sorrowful flowing,
nothing was left but a trace

She lifted him up and said, “Look all around you,
you will find beautiful things”
Then with a wink and a snap of her fingers,
this little heart he grew wings

“Go fly my friend for I give you your freedom,
you will find someone to love”
She waved as he flew with a new found excitement,
into the blue skies above
 Aug 2014
Richard Riddle
Prognosticator
Prestidigitator
PLAGIARIST
Procastinator


(I'll finish this later)
copyright-richard riddle 06-18-2014
 Aug 2014
A Mareship
A boy in jeans,
A boy in trousers,
A boy in braces,
A boy in blouses,
A girl who smells like summer sweat,
A girl whose makeup hasn’t set,
A boy who swears,
A boy who doesn’t,
A girl’s shoulder,
A second cousin,
A girl who smells of **** and beer,
A tattooed boy with a silver sneer,
A skinny girl who’s got T.B,
A boy who daintily sips his tea,
A girl’s left leg – bare or stockinged,
A boy so cold his knees are knocking,
A nasty ****,
A suede-head killer,
Kate Moss,
Sienna Miller,
Vivienne Westwood’s crazy teeth,
Bow-legged loons on Hampstead Heath,
Blue eyes, brown eyes, grey eyes, green,
Cold eyes, big eyes, sad eyes, mean,
Darling sweethearts in flirty skirts,
City-Boy ******* in well-pressed shirts,
Elbows, throat, wrists, knees,
A consumptive girl’s chainsmoking wheeze,
Blonde girls with their hair in plaits,
Skinny boys, short boys, muscular, fat –
Girls with pink lipstick like strawberry frosting,
I’m telling you man,
It’s ******* exhausting.
an oldie
 Aug 2014
Larry I Jones
Love!!
What is it?
Good for absolutes.
Or nuthin.
 Aug 2014
Jack
I gave my son a wagon
and boy he had such fun
Until I came to realize
I did not have son

I asked about his mother,
he said they called her Stan
yes, she was a woman
had a name just like a man

And then he said, hey mister,
with comets in your hair
Do you have a sister,
and could her name be Claire?

I said, I don’t remember,
what difference does it make?
Ask me in December
That I just can't fake

He looked up at me funny
A squint had found his eyes
Today was kind of sunny
Oh what pack of lies

Well now I must be going
Although I’d like to stay
Albino crows were crowing
The time had come to play

He thanked me for the wagon
and rolled off down the lane
I think to fight a dragon
I just can not explain

When then I heard him sighing
while tiny wheels did squeak
He whispered, no denying
Hey mister, you’re a freak
Just a little fun for a Friday....hey, thay all can't be serious.  :)
 Aug 2014
Justin S Wampler
You.
Yes you, constant reader.
Can you see how lovely you are?
You are my reason to rhyme,
the reason I keep my head up and my hands busy.
You are my soul, you...
You and I are entwined in this moment,
forever a part of each other's mind.
I love you, constant reader of mine,
thank you so much for all of your time.
I see you, seeing me.
 Aug 2014
Justin S Wampler
well this keyboard is intimidating
but jeez i can't keep
using a pen forever
so what if it's more
comfortable?

This poem looked better
When it was
Written down.
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