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How cruel time can seem
That I should like something less
The more I love it
Haiku:
Bloop poems Jul 2018
a pink pretty person
sweet and kind, do what you wish
nods, doesn't fight back
smiles like an angel
does as told, has little to no opinion
that's what you wanted

a rebel with cold eyes
quite and shy, do what she wants
straight faced, fights for freedom
hardly smiles, likes what others don't
speaks her mind, own opinion to top it
that's what you got

the store you got me from doesn't do returns
I know that people wish for something else but that's just not always how life works its self out
Äŧül Jan 2018
If Superman farts
And
His cape is set afloat
Then it is appropriate
For Indians to sing
The retro Bollywood
Peppy number:
"Hawa Mein Udta Jaaye
Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka
** Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka!
** Ji! ** Ji!"


As the song means:
*"It flutters in the wind,
Your red muslin scarf,
Oh your red muslin scarf!
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!"
Inspired by an Indian Hindi language joke

My HP Poem #1695
©Atul Kaushal
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
THE TAX RETURNS OF THE PRESIDENT
NOW HAVE BEEN FOUND
WHAT WILL THEY REVEAL
FROM THE TOP END OF TOWN


HAS THE PRESIDENT DECLARED
ALL THAT HE SHOULD
FORM THE TAX THAT HE PAID
AS ONLY THE PRESIDENT COULD


WHAT WILL THIS PROVE TO
THE AMERICAN TAX PAYER
HIS TAX RETURNS ARE NOW REVEALED
ON OFFICIAL TRUMP PAPER
WOW NUMBER 60 I CANT BELIEVE IT 60 POEMS ON PRESIDENT TRUMP THAT REVEAL HIS RISE TO THE PRESIDENCY TOGETHER THEY TELL THE STORY. " THE TRUMP CHRONICLES" WILL BE A WORLD BEST SELLER.
Whatever is done that returns to initiator
Hence virtue brings virtue ,vice brings voice
What is fortune or fate is known by creator
To choose between right and wrong is choice

Humans ,born free but in chains everywhere
Religion, morality and society keep account
Submission and redemption take face of prayer
To every crime and sin intention is tantamount

Let us be clear about good and bad intentions
Let us be prudent in taking real path of virtue
Let us be pious in all our selection in actions
Let us be straightforward let us find real clue

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Brian C Sep 2015
I laughed as the gift receipt fell to the floor,
The one for the gift I bought before you ended us.
You no longer deserve the chance
To return this last piece of me,
Not after how you tore at my heart.
You cannot trade this in for something more fitting,
As you did with me,
As you did with us.
I want you to see this everyday
And to know what you’ve given up.
I tear it up and throw it out,
Hating and sympathizing with those shred of paper.
They’ve done far less than I to destroy us,
But I far less than you.
Or was it me all along?
Harry J Baxter Jun 2014
The walls are vibrating
with sweat pouring
my artificial heartbeat
is the recorded sounds
of feet taking flight up sidewalk runways
pouring with sweat
heart exploding
and maybe if it does
I can get something on the page
for you magnificent sons of *******
but my appetite will be vanquished
in t-minus one hour
the extended release of last nights beer
and smoke permeating through skin
blow it in the air
to show the trip wires
my desk chair dusty and lifeless for too long
“how’s the writing going, Harry?”
about as well as when poets try to be real people -
so a lot of complaining and selfish procrastination -
but my crosshairs are all aligned
trigger finger itchy
the sarcastic, *****, dropout, “just rolled out of bed”
cynical wordsmith
with a chipper chip on my shoulder
and just like lays you can’t just have one
so I’m quick to 86 any competition
who are too quick to toe over my line
you don’t wake a hibernating bear
and you certainly don’t poke the starving wolf
when the grease from last night’s dinner
coats your skin like slime
my hands are shaking
and homework is due by the start of class yesterday
But I’ll be fine, Ma
I’ve got a mouth full of big talk
and eyes full of short sighted leaps of faith
my soul blows through alleys, avenues, and storm drains
and it tastes just like little kid medicine
something artificially sweet masking the bitterness
When I was a little **** -
making dens, kicking cans, and ringing doorbells -
they told me I could be anything
except tall enough to ride all the good roller coasters
so now, I’m a carnie in a booth
getting revenge on the world
by ignoring all the kids screaming
for me to stop the ride
I’m no artist
far cry from a poet
I’m a kid, too smart for his own good
too dumb to know better
to confused to guess at the ending
of this movie
been a while since I posted something which feels like "one of mine" take my silly words, stuff them in your head or heart, then go take a nap or something
Amitav Radiance Jun 2014
More time you invest in Love, bigger the Returns~ Amitav

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