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lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons
gastrointestinal tract
     vis a vis flatulence croons
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion

     eliminates ***** waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe
     (against time) and jet propulsion
     of sphincter muscles'
     spasmodic desperately raced

unpleasant symptom of anxiety/ panic attack
twas a stranger to this rhyme stir,
     who now finds himself barrack
cay did, and held hostage, where thoughts
     about mooning doth not crack

a smile, or baring derriere tubby more exact
me up - matter of fact
no source of laughter, nada one ha intact
     (despite usual presence of chuckles
     from this fan of good humor) high jacked

for what seems a maternity leave
     from all mothers tub be
thus envision, a bevy of pregnant gals
     aching with cramps he

ving (times square of the hippopotamus)
     with ****** fully dilated key
ping alert, when mother nature ready
     to pull up all stops (via umbilical cord)

     to deliver nee,
sans bundle of joy, followed
     in quick succession with after birth re:
placental sack, hence said effort to expel newborn

     the closest scenario experience ill suited to dance
afflicting this anxiety prone lovely bones, an all expanse
paid (seat of the pants) accursed bane of proletariat grants
no truce to attend finds me pampered asper this rants!
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
Thank you for being
There for me when I was not
Myself anymore
Thank you mom, I know I do not say those two words enough, but my life is the way it is because you helped me up when i was at my lowest.
Pedro Batista Apr 2018
Hello my dear friend
You don't know me
But I know you too well
And I have things I need to tell

I have never met you, it is true
I have never had a chance to be with you
And I would really like to shake your hand
I think that you can understand

When life decided to get grim
When stress didn't let me rest
When I was alone and depressed
I had you, my far away friend

And I hope I can keep what I learned
Use it in my future projects
That I would love you to experience
And tear them apart with coherence

And you may feel like just another man
Humbleness is a real gift, my friend
But around the world, you changed so many lives
Brought joy to so many dark nights
Thank you for always being so kind

In your own cynical way
You eased so much pain
The TotalBiscuit aka John Bain situation scared me, I watched his content during some hard times, made me smile
Riddhi N Hirawat Apr 2018
You are just a fool in the
middle of a canvas,
blocking images
of the
Light in your soul.

Come along with it.
Love your body and don't
let it remain in despair.
It will Thank you.

See It & Respect It.
SelinaSharday Apr 2018
I give my creation freely.
Sophistication..
sought by wisdom..
You give me silence.
void of thank you's.
Whats walking in dem shoes.
Of Yours!
I share with you holiday decors.
And You make me wonder do I bore.
So neglectful.
Down down fallin down goes my frown.
My smiles turning upside down.
You say all the things I like to hear..
But when its time for action..
You have such poor interaction.
Oh darling you.
What's walking in those shoes of yours.
I'm not gonna beg you to be complimentary.
be a gentleman in the way you handle me.
I will not make you..
I'll just choose to lose.
Don't wanna walk a mile in your shoes.
How is it walkin in Dem shoes.
By SelinaSharday s.a.m 2018
some people are often too caught up in their own world to give you responses. compliments, feedback or be gentle and thankful to hear the audio version go to soundcloud link provided thanks..
https://soundcloud.com/selinaros3y/walkin-in-dem-shoes-v2
Medwin Mirza Apr 2018
Motherhood is not just womanhood and parenthood,
but more than a relationship that offers blood as food.

Every man is his father's descendent in name,
but it his mother's love that brings his fame.

She wants us to defeat her ,but she never get jealous,
yet she works for us and makes us zealous.

Her love is just the wind in sea,
that keeps us waves ,going in free.

Every mum's scold is only just to show,
that she can only speak words of love.

A mother's pain does not end with childbirth,
just like a mother's love that does not end with death.

Every child is special for a mother,
though we consider her to merely bother.

Without her there ,is no human race,
it is everybody's gift to see a smile on her face.
  
                                                                ­                  -Medwin Mirza
This poem was written by Medwin Mirza
Obscrea Apr 2018
I’m not entirely sure
If I should thank you
For all the hurt

Because these emotions
Fuel the fire inside me
No one else can

And I gather the words
Just to turn them into
Beautiful poetry

So, thank you
For the pain
For the loss
And for all the things
You never meant to do.
vanessa ann Mar 2018
perhaps i have only kronos to thank
for our timezones are close enough
for us to meet in dreamland
where the line
between dreams
and reality
bends
at least you're not lightyears away
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