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Your contention has no leg to stand
Your deals are underhand
Very well I understand
Years of brooding yielded no results
To write a thesis on you is quite difficult
I shall change the research topic
I shall not allow you backdoor entry
Your contention has no leg to stand
It will now do headstand
Everything will be transparent
Maria Mitea Aug 7
One sunny afternoon                                        
I set my tent in the jungle,
and broke every rule walking alone to find a sip of fresh water.     
I studied everything I could about big creatures that live in the jungle. I was convinced that there are no lions and hyenas, ...
when all of a sadden I could not step on the ground.      
Paralyzing pain was numbing my right leg.
I was bitten by a venomous creature.
I immediately knew that I’ll die
The fear helped me deepen my breath, with no hope for survival ...
Big creatures have been given power, while minuscule one have been gifted with venom and poison to protect themselves.

Never underestimate a minuscule creature, ...
Life teachings come to us in many ways.

There is more and more knowledge, but never more learning.

Learning comes through direct experience.

In the jungle, I learned a big deal about the so-called small creatures ... My experience taught me that there are no small creatures...
rowdy lee Jun 9
authentic shots from the shooting place in iran.
dozens of people died


she is not ashamed of her beauty. the famous model
let her ******* peek out at the ceremonial party –

all good
Maybe there is a grammar/meaning mistakes in my poems as English is my second language. Glad if you'll warn me. Thank you.
Brandon Conway May 2019
Want to save a leg?
It’s gonna cost you an arm!
Want to save an arm?
J Oaks Sep 2018
A man lost his leg in a dark spell
and a dinner plate sits in a dry spot
30 years of love soaked lung choked,
"I can't live without my eyes" life!
It's a tied or be tied world
a king prays in the morning
and stars connect his wishes
tasseled, sparkle, with
blood of shaking soft hands

A man lost his leg in a dark spell
a caravan station unfolds its carpet
a pegged ***** grinds for metal
and a sandpaper shoe floats in the creek
a bluejay whispers to the soil
and a soul catches an eye
hunger taken and a spirit flies
to morphing masses and flowing skies
flowing skies

A man lost his leg in a dark spell
as a green legged woman fell into the moon
a clasp of a watch was finally won
with fevered letters and hammered guns
filtered suns
filtered suns
The good. The bad. The ugly
All happening in the same location
My bed was taken
Preoccupied by sweat
The bed wet
I have a hot box
I'll rock your socks off
But only if I like you
I'll get some head but you gotta be good
Men made me hate ***
Too fast. No pleasure
I don't like to feel rushed
I like it slow, hard, rough
Choke me while you slide it in slow
Do your best to let me know
Own this cat
Not too many can do that
Only 2 have proven that
But I took Miss Kitty back
She straightened up real fast
Now she hasn't had that
Jaw dropping, leggin popping
Ouuu can I have your babies?
Nah, keep that ****** on daddy
I ain't tryna be crazy
Knock out ***
Make sure I walk funky for 2 days
I've had a lot of ***
I've been high from it
Some might call that addiction
But it has to be the right person or its a waste of skill
I want to showcase this pornstar worthy talent
With someone who had magic to share with me
I want to be pretzelized
Push my legs back as far as they will go
Make me feel it in my stomach
Eat my car until tears of pure satisfaction leak from my eyes
Sensational ecstasy 10x
It's magical . As it should be.
Poem 7— Self Preservation
b Dec 2017
no mountain too high they said
i rip the wood from the trees,
to build the road to Juneau
and bathe in the endorphin river

dry my ankles
and let them breathe the cold air
so the people know
im just a nobody

break my hands
to feel my legs again

break me down
so i can love again
Terry Collett May 2017
I put on the leg
sitting on my bed
fitted it
at the top
and stood up on it.

I hated
the **** thing.

I walked
about the room
with the walking stick
helping me balance.

Other girls watched
what's it like?
the girl Susie said.

Like a ******* leg
I said.

You swore
she said
I'm telling Sister Paul.

Go tell her
show her your ****
for all I care
I said.

She stared at me.

Hey Anne
the girl with burns said
makes you look

How different?  
I said
it's just a leg
go **** eggs.

I stormed
from the room
and along
the passageway.

I walked past
the young nun
who smiled
and I smiled.

I liked her
despite her
being a nun.

I went out
on the lawn
and walked over
to the table
at the end
and sat in one
of the white
metal chairs.

I threw
my stick aside
and stared
at the leg.

My stump felt sore
I wanted to take
off the leg
and throw it
at the first person
who came by.

The Kid came
and sat bedside me.

I liked him
one of the few
I liked in
the this hell hole.

He talked.

Over behind him
other kids stood
staring at us
sitting there.

**** them
I said to myself
and gave them
a hard stare.
Kewayne Wadley Apr 2017
Her leg was my favorite tree to lean against.
Most times I'd lean my back there and listen to her for hours.
I'd stare at the pattern of clouds that hovered above my head.
The wind sweeping beneath her dress in  perfect amount of shade.
The rustle of fabric against skin.
Here I felt I could be myself. 
I found peace in an abundance of silence.
Turned the opposite way, her roots.
I rested my head against redwood skin.
Free to be myself.
She was my sanctuary.
Standing still in her strength. I became a part of her,
Sitting still.
listening to her intently, the debris left behind from most storms.
I'd take my time, to help fix the broken branches.
Keeping weeds as far from her as I could.
Learning to compromise in a moment of trust, leaning my head against her lower leg once more.
The shade she provided in her selflessness.
The rustle of my hand against her leaves.
Letting parts of her former self go to grow anew.
My head nestled soft against skin.
I watered her every chance that I could,
Watching the same water sprinkle down on me like rain.
I rested my head against her lower leg for a moment longer.
Learning to be still in the moments that pass like clouds
Khay Sep 2016
im staring a ceiling,  im staring st the curtains
there's nothing much to do with an injured leg
i think about the point of impact, i think about the pain but there's always room to think about you
perhaps i would have been better off with an injury to the head
I know we were as much an accident as the collision course  I was on
and the bruises on my leg hurt less than the bruises to my heart
the doctor talks bandages, stitches, pain meds and creams but recovery
always comes back to the same thing...i wish you were here
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