#bing - Hello Poetry

How do I say this without getting too political or too cruel for politicians’ ears our system ***** and not just because of economy that is another discussion for when you grow up because now you are like children but I guess even a kid understands better than you when I talk about human rights and the fact that everyone should be equal but surprise we are not and I am not talking about you I am talking about women that can’t make their own choices for their body and life just because a man is considered stronger, smarter, and better I hope you’re kidding oh wait I forgot that your memory is fragile let me remind you about Marie Curie Anne Frank Emily Dickinson Joan of Arc Lilith and all excellent women from all over the world I’m talking about queer people that are scared to come out because of dogma and indoctrinated culture because some of us believe that being queer is a disease I won’t comment because I’ll get too political and I’ll hurt some fragile egos how beautiful is it to be scared of a big fat man what irony I got political, didn’t I?

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3d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC

Jo-Bones

I got political, didn’t I?

How do I say this without getting too political or too cruel for politicians’ ears our system ***** and not just because of economy that is another discussion for when you grow up because now you are like children but I guess even a kid understands better than you when I talk about human rights and the fact that everyone should be equal but surprise we are not and I am not talking about you I am talking about women that can’t make their own choices for their body and life just because a man is considered stronger, smarter, and better I hope you’re kidding oh wait I forgot that your memory is fragile let me remind you about Marie Curie Anne Frank Emily Dickinson Joan of Arc Lilith and all excellent women from all over the world I’m talking about queer people that are scared to come out because of dogma and indoctrinated culture because some of us believe that being queer is a disease I won’t comment because I’ll get too political and I’ll hurt some fragile egos how beautiful is it to be scared of a big fat man what irony I got political, didn’t I?

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There's a real case for Bing Crosby, Commercialism in every store, You'll accentuate the positive with glee, Singing along to Bing Crosby, Soon it'll be a bit like Christmas, or Cant in every store, Instead of religious awe, We'll overspend cos it's Christmas, yah, Then we'll stuff ourselves on the day, Cos Jesus was born on Christmas Day, There's a real case for Bing Crosby, Cant in every store, see! Then you'll beg me not to sing Bing Crosby! Sing along with me!!!

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Apr 12, 2017

Apr 12, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC

julie-grenness

THE CASE FOR BING! (Sing along to the tune of "It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!)

There's a real case for Bing Crosby, Commercialism in every store, You'll accentuate the positive with glee, Singing along to Bing Crosby, Soon it'll be a bit like Christmas, or Cant in every store, Instead of religious awe, We'll overspend cos it's Christmas, yah, Then we'll stuff ourselves on the day, Cos Jesus was born on Christmas Day, There's a real case for Bing Crosby, Cant in every store, see! Then you'll beg me not to sing Bing Crosby! Sing along with me!!!

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It may not be much I may not be great or even pretty or such But I love you Do you love me too Is this till the end Or am I going to be hurt and bend Tell me something I just can't search this on bing

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Jan 5, 2017

Jan 5, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC

LilyJohnson

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It may not be much I may not be great or even pretty or such But I love you Do you love me too Is this till the end Or am I going to be hurt and bend Tell me something I just can't search this on bing

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The wheel spun, as the creaking Of old rusted joints moved Upon A Tattered Frame, Its was with in the spinning The voices sang The wheel shall spin" "Fates hand shall tell" "For will the wheel move" "Silent" "Or" "Sights bell" I awoke startled, hearing the Wheels turn, old spokes Sounding with each rotation, I looked upon the old bike A ringing in my ears, No wheels to move, "Just an empty shell" What made the noises "I touch my head" I feel blood, like tears falls to the ground I am conscious and the spokes Upon a crumpled wheel, "Each spoke still spinning" By the movement of the car wheel, Each one takes Hair Skull Brain, My mind trying to shield me From my fate, but the bell on the Handlebar, Bing "BIng" "BING" Awoke me to my fate, a broken Reflector shows what closed eyes Did cloak, from me to see, I scream, A Maddening Scream, As I lie crumpled a broken shell, And this mirror A front row image Of my death in slow motion, The wheel turns I hear the bell, And with the final chime The wheel turns but there is no one home, To hear the bells ring and the wheel carries on..

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Oct 28, 2014

Oct 28, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC

poetic-t

I Want To Ride My Bicycle

The wheel spun, as the creaking Of old rusted joints moved Upon A Tattered Frame, Its was with in the spinning The voices sang The wheel shall spin" "Fates hand shall tell" "For will the wheel move" "Silent" "Or" "Sights bell" I awoke startled, hearing the Wheels turn, old spokes Sounding with each rotation, I looked upon the old bike A ringing in my ears, No wheels to move, "Just an empty shell" What made the noises "I touch my head" I feel blood, like tears falls to the ground I am conscious and the spokes Upon a crumpled wheel, "Each spoke still spinning" By the movement of the car wheel, Each one takes Hair Skull Brain, My mind trying to shield me From my fate, but the bell on the Handlebar, Bing "BIng" "BING" Awoke me to my fate, a broken Reflector shows what closed eyes Did cloak, from me to see, I scream, A Maddening Scream, As I lie crumpled a broken shell, And this mirror A front row image Of my death in slow motion, The wheel turns I hear the bell, And with the final chime The wheel turns but there is no one home, To hear the bells ring and the wheel carries on..

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