#angeles - Hello Poetry

Police radio Channel 06, do we know you any better? Toe jam football, if not a ready stone at home Spirits, do long legs ask me or the letter? Seargent, the joke turns out to bee? As we know, a fire in the sky is for those that play The part, the start of in, if not a heart in lead Of a blessing for the candle I left, in the, sea... Chatter, is John ever going to shut up? Longer knives, sexier lives, have a reason; in a season Order to a ***** wish in the way, of a salty cough Just like one more, cough a silence we meant, is echoing won? Days end, the tale of a cop in the way of more, than a tear Fear is my only baby to hold, and time in the know, is theirs So old, the light in the window, for a dragon to ever here The place and name of some, and then in season, with heirs... Swallowing my pride, for the night to look first... So called pillows and stronger days, are so little A sit for *** a sat for tat; that has seen the worst My eye in the sky, is still there, with my best spittle... Look, honey, the craving for the rest, is to curse a kid *** and poise, to live well in a jail cell, with a pet Risk the bones or wear the homeys, your going to ask the wig Little more than all in a none, way out where singing and dancing did... Surprise, the wind owes me... A hat in the hands of tomorrow, with a sexier find' In the street with a cruiser, a belly with a smile to share, *** Look otherwise, when the end comes, only a naked mind... Careful Joe, the weight of a sandwich, is for the dogs Lend a lip, or sit in the weight of a curious one Seen spices and dearly meant wises, create a smile that thought Life here is a wish, come of silent treatment from another won Speed kills before it thrills, just to see if your paying attention Same eye of distance, with a moment to look in that way Is a raging few mine or yours, when the listening came back... Sour old news, to a rhyming puppet, that thought it may? Heroines to wish on tomorrow today, have a rare disease Lips and burdened eyes, wait on a softer chair Longer in the round, or waxing with the sight we mean Is a reaching rainbow, the only way to whistle an affair? Corn is such a smelly way to go, doctor Throe the light or name the boat, a shell in the chamber Keeps the tale fresh and realistic, the other side of other? Happy to meet you, Tim, the only way out of here is ever... Children work in the factory, child would the passion Brides with a meal to serve, come and go to see my eyes Grooms in the knick of time, let music be the lesson Salt seems to be better the pack, which lights like worldly sighs... Mother, I found your smile in a strange mirror Seems the wealth of silence, will be a curious suicide Shame and antipathy, with an ear to let, weird But just when the yawn I showed, is another smile... Sister Miss Sincerity When I see your first, and only flower in the street The cold shoulders of wishes, has a reason to be... Only a God with more, can ever deal with sincerity's heat? Father that are in heaven, hallowed be thy name Shrewd women with another, seek only a champion True to the match you made, for me to admit same The future of concern is for those that ask about a light's complexion Light the way, antiquity Hours of solemn time, have passed And no one has the time, for another liberty Saints with a choice, look hard, to pass gas Love is a weary force, sitting in the west Come here lover, the way I see you is... Driven by the way you remember me, is a care caressed Like a happier shade to play in, ground costs you a bliss Days gone by, days come by Save me the wall, to express my feelings With a perfumed ear, that sees you live why To a tea, with a really big appetite for my dealings Ants in the acid rain Where we were, the surety of a wondering friend Cope with the same, hope a season came Letting bode become road, will a gesture of simplicity mend? A shoe in the proverbial rain **** peeps, the lent sneeze in my hand Has the few, the flavor of worth until I imagine Cain With a rope for a loud man, has a rainbow man in the land Land o' lakes married alka seltzer... My watch, which turns out to be a target For about the meanest bird, I've ever messiahed Can we cook a **** in your backyard, with a grocery store mint... The mail man is the easter bunny A monster on the dash, said holidays always commit See me dance, wish a hardier can of silent money For a seasons of scars, and the blindness of a hidden mutt A satellite fell in my drink, with a cigarette girl... ******* a rabid snore, and a sewing baby Jokes on the rabbit's ears, which goes like *** tomorrow Is a television still going to burp me; milk is a stood-up honey Can a lifesaver make the dead appear, from the sea? Sweet many, the stare of pain that is religion Where the stronger come, is mine to look and see Step forward sun ray, the toll of a bell has come back, ecstasy My plastic smell's better than yours Roll with the punches, miracles in the sack Sake a wilder credit than me, a host of where dour favors A tow, the weight of the world, has a shadow of a chance to pack Grandma's cookies Still the white sky's of extreme weather, giving a gift Of sugar is like this, a question of salt versus vinegar, the lookies Come and go, with my fetish for a potato to entertain an eye to lift Vitamin X, does drink too much Livid and moxy in love, we see your skivvies When a shrill whistle, has a destiny in a needy such My hatred for glue, is a waiting eye a gymnastic ****** The food or the future? Long lines to eternity, with a ****** serpent Quick, is a poltergeist to correct a hair for times fury? My car, has a mirror for each, a fish that has done and gone, went ******* Merely the focus an abstract mathematics A whether in the stare of a culture, vainer abacuses sweat like doles Simple news for the pig, whose here say has become a flaming lick... Metal man versus the stomach flue Where are my somber tissues, if a nosey neighbor Has a relationship with the toilet, a smile in its shoe? See food, you live like a leach on this towns drip, coffee is war... Light my fire, Osmandius A jewel of the family of time, has a dark side I know intimately, the press of gold in the bruise of the moon Sit here for eternity, Peter, we love you with her, a belly finally juices Cans of promised oil that has embarrassed your thumb Wills of the whisper in the drugs, dragon a shallow grave Them and polite service to an ideal, wait on our crumb Toasters with professional roads to paradise, lipstick saves... Society has, with a cookbook from France On page 222, the dish is mine, and the bird of a window That has seen the cold, clammy way of a **** ant Have an ****** that spelled the egg backwards, with a lover's vow... Computers smile at sleep and the right to pills Wet eyes in the past, to deliver a bite of delight, an ice cube Staring at you, with sunglasses from a vision of hills Should a quiet return of pittances sword, collect you for a meat's rube? Air raid sirens, drunk enough to take a storm on... Run and see the wisdom, I merit in the baby crib With a bubble, should a rich man let beer, have a thunder That asked me in a shines shame, is my berry going to live?

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May 4

May 4, 2026 at 6:30 AM UTC

david-hilburn

Who Sniffed My Belly Button, Without Me?

Police radio Channel 06, do we know you any better? Toe jam football, if not a ready stone at home Spirits, do long legs ask me or the letter? Seargent, the joke turns out to bee? As we know, a fire in the sky is for those that play The part, the start of in, if not a heart in lead Of a blessing for the candle I left, in the, sea... Chatter, is John ever going to shut up? Longer knives, sexier lives, have a reason; in a season Order to a ***** wish in the way, of a salty cough Just like one more, cough a silence we meant, is echoing won? Days end, the tale of a cop in the way of more, than a tear Fear is my only baby to hold, and time in the know, is theirs So old, the light in the window, for a dragon to ever here The place and name of some, and then in season, with heirs... Swallowing my pride, for the night to look first... So called pillows and stronger days, are so little A sit for *** a sat for tat; that has seen the worst My eye in the sky, is still there, with my best spittle... Look, honey, the craving for the rest, is to curse a kid *** and poise, to live well in a jail cell, with a pet Risk the bones or wear the homeys, your going to ask the wig Little more than all in a none, way out where singing and dancing did... Surprise, the wind owes me... A hat in the hands of tomorrow, with a sexier find' In the street with a cruiser, a belly with a smile to share, *** Look otherwise, when the end comes, only a naked mind... Careful Joe, the weight of a sandwich, is for the dogs Lend a lip, or sit in the weight of a curious one Seen spices and dearly meant wises, create a smile that thought Life here is a wish, come of silent treatment from another won Speed kills before it thrills, just to see if your paying attention Same eye of distance, with a moment to look in that way Is a raging few mine or yours, when the listening came back... Sour old news, to a rhyming puppet, that thought it may? Heroines to wish on tomorrow today, have a rare disease Lips and burdened eyes, wait on a softer chair Longer in the round, or waxing with the sight we mean Is a reaching rainbow, the only way to whistle an affair? Corn is such a smelly way to go, doctor Throe the light or name the boat, a shell in the chamber Keeps the tale fresh and realistic, the other side of other? Happy to meet you, Tim, the only way out of here is ever... Children work in the factory, child would the passion Brides with a meal to serve, come and go to see my eyes Grooms in the knick of time, let music be the lesson Salt seems to be better the pack, which lights like worldly sighs... Mother, I found your smile in a strange mirror Seems the wealth of silence, will be a curious suicide Shame and antipathy, with an ear to let, weird But just when the yawn I showed, is another smile... Sister Miss Sincerity When I see your first, and only flower in the street The cold shoulders of wishes, has a reason to be... Only a God with more, can ever deal with sincerity's heat? Father that are in heaven, hallowed be thy name Shrewd women with another, seek only a champion True to the match you made, for me to admit same The future of concern is for those that ask about a light's complexion Light the way, antiquity Hours of solemn time, have passed And no one has the time, for another liberty Saints with a choice, look hard, to pass gas Love is a weary force, sitting in the west Come here lover, the way I see you is... Driven by the way you remember me, is a care caressed Like a happier shade to play in, ground costs you a bliss Days gone by, days come by Save me the wall, to express my feelings With a perfumed ear, that sees you live why To a tea, with a really big appetite for my dealings Ants in the acid rain Where we were, the surety of a wondering friend Cope with the same, hope a season came Letting bode become road, will a gesture of simplicity mend? A shoe in the proverbial rain **** peeps, the lent sneeze in my hand Has the few, the flavor of worth until I imagine Cain With a rope for a loud man, has a rainbow man in the land Land o' lakes married alka seltzer... My watch, which turns out to be a target For about the meanest bird, I've ever messiahed Can we cook a **** in your backyard, with a grocery store mint... The mail man is the easter bunny A monster on the dash, said holidays always commit See me dance, wish a hardier can of silent money For a seasons of scars, and the blindness of a hidden mutt A satellite fell in my drink, with a cigarette girl... ******* a rabid snore, and a sewing baby Jokes on the rabbit's ears, which goes like *** tomorrow Is a television still going to burp me; milk is a stood-up honey Can a lifesaver make the dead appear, from the sea? Sweet many, the stare of pain that is religion Where the stronger come, is mine to look and see Step forward sun ray, the toll of a bell has come back, ecstasy My plastic smell's better than yours Roll with the punches, miracles in the sack Sake a wilder credit than me, a host of where dour favors A tow, the weight of the world, has a shadow of a chance to pack Grandma's cookies Still the white sky's of extreme weather, giving a gift Of sugar is like this, a question of salt versus vinegar, the lookies Come and go, with my fetish for a potato to entertain an eye to lift Vitamin X, does drink too much Livid and moxy in love, we see your skivvies When a shrill whistle, has a destiny in a needy such My hatred for glue, is a waiting eye a gymnastic ****** The food or the future? Long lines to eternity, with a ****** serpent Quick, is a poltergeist to correct a hair for times fury? My car, has a mirror for each, a fish that has done and gone, went ******* Merely the focus an abstract mathematics A whether in the stare of a culture, vainer abacuses sweat like doles Simple news for the pig, whose here say has become a flaming lick... Metal man versus the stomach flue Where are my somber tissues, if a nosey neighbor Has a relationship with the toilet, a smile in its shoe? See food, you live like a leach on this towns drip, coffee is war... Light my fire, Osmandius A jewel of the family of time, has a dark side I know intimately, the press of gold in the bruise of the moon Sit here for eternity, Peter, we love you with her, a belly finally juices Cans of promised oil that has embarrassed your thumb Wills of the whisper in the drugs, dragon a shallow grave Them and polite service to an ideal, wait on our crumb Toasters with professional roads to paradise, lipstick saves... Society has, with a cookbook from France On page 222, the dish is mine, and the bird of a window That has seen the cold, clammy way of a **** ant Have an ****** that spelled the egg backwards, with a lover's vow... Computers smile at sleep and the right to pills Wet eyes in the past, to deliver a bite of delight, an ice cube Staring at you, with sunglasses from a vision of hills Should a quiet return of pittances sword, collect you for a meat's rube? Air raid sirens, drunk enough to take a storm on... Run and see the wisdom, I merit in the baby crib With a bubble, should a rich man let beer, have a thunder That asked me in a shines shame, is my berry going to live?