#hookers - Hello Poetry

Wasn't, not was... The tale of entertained innocence Speak of the devil, is all of a heed, a buzz? Long times with a pretty eye, that took on the proverbial since... Honey, and a summary land... Sent to a rhyming breeze? obscure was a noble they Venting irony for a risen dance? welcoming mercy at hand Baring the shall's comment to a calling? secrets with prettier eyes, may... Talking with the burden; so adroit, of a banal instinct...? Has focused another's eye on the problems of home... Heavenly couth or the curse of happenstance Has welcomed us, not the spoil of demand, but a wish becoming some... Wealth, versus wisdom In the pity, we fight like aristocratic futures... Found like a stricken conversation let, to complete and win Salvation of a peace; is ours for question we made, to purity... But, where, is the fun in that... Save your hug first, for a rolling presence of sharing a loyalty Simple as pie, a black bird has spilled the beans, a royal isn't... That is the cough of dependency, for a soul with or without, simplicity? Good morning, angel How was the nights resolve, sleepy philosophy till the end? You awoke when a silence was early, the hour given to little... Loves and daring decency, of a waiting hope, to make your liberty a host to render...? The patience you show, and the embarrassment of should? A showing live of simpler sorts, with the count of shadows... Persistent little cease and desist, approval of a nary come would Without a friend for hap, from here to eternity with a spoken said: Wishes that play the part Wishes that compare final luck, to a promise that seems to keep Wishes that rued the irony of poise, into two parts of art Wishes that sake a divine course for the breath of a season's leap Of succinct chances and flowers that gave the wonder of solitude... Somewhere, the poignancy of a shared idea, if not the dragon that made you... Is a weary hindsight, that has sat on the laurels of worth, like a shoulder Your care for these, meant and lent with virtue, has juice to please?

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Jun 29, 2024

Jun 29, 2024 at 9:32 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Aunt's Misery, And Uncle's Kind Enough To Laugh?

Wasn't, not was... The tale of entertained innocence Speak of the devil, is all of a heed, a buzz? Long times with a pretty eye, that took on the proverbial since... Honey, and a summary land... Sent to a rhyming breeze? obscure was a noble they Venting irony for a risen dance? welcoming mercy at hand Baring the shall's comment to a calling? secrets with prettier eyes, may... Talking with the burden; so adroit, of a banal instinct...? Has focused another's eye on the problems of home... Heavenly couth or the curse of happenstance Has welcomed us, not the spoil of demand, but a wish becoming some... Wealth, versus wisdom In the pity, we fight like aristocratic futures... Found like a stricken conversation let, to complete and win Salvation of a peace; is ours for question we made, to purity... But, where, is the fun in that... Save your hug first, for a rolling presence of sharing a loyalty Simple as pie, a black bird has spilled the beans, a royal isn't... That is the cough of dependency, for a soul with or without, simplicity? Good morning, angel How was the nights resolve, sleepy philosophy till the end? You awoke when a silence was early, the hour given to little... Loves and daring decency, of a waiting hope, to make your liberty a host to render...? The patience you show, and the embarrassment of should? A showing live of simpler sorts, with the count of shadows... Persistent little cease and desist, approval of a nary come would Without a friend for hap, from here to eternity with a spoken said: Wishes that play the part Wishes that compare final luck, to a promise that seems to keep Wishes that rued the irony of poise, into two parts of art Wishes that sake a divine course for the breath of a season's leap Of succinct chances and flowers that gave the wonder of solitude... Somewhere, the poignancy of a shared idea, if not the dragon that made you... Is a weary hindsight, that has sat on the laurels of worth, like a shoulder Your care for these, meant and lent with virtue, has juice to please?

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The end of an era. …. If these walls could talk….. there are certain places Places that come alive just before the moon reflects brightest And out come the creatures of the night Until the cranes and wrecking ***** put an end to the parties full of passion and misery Fueled by fuel from Mexico and now China and the occasional trailer which escapes explosion in the Arizona desert And just like the destruction of the rainforest A different sort of habitat, yet one just as natural is destroyed Where do these creatures go ? In a country Where adapting and social jockeying has become harder and harder. At least from the bottom. Everything is harder from the bottom. Just ask someone who’s there. But somehow nature finds a way to survive and a place to go And Like the barnacles and clams taking over the great lakes so come to plagues on Massachusetts Avenue. Development . Progress. The incandescent red light bulb just went extinct on US 1

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Jan 12, 2024

Jan 12, 2024 at 1:56 AM UTC

HarryKelly

End of the line for Town Line Inn Motel

The end of an era. …. If these walls could talk….. there are certain places Places that come alive just before the moon reflects brightest And out come the creatures of the night Until the cranes and wrecking ***** put an end to the parties full of passion and misery Fueled by fuel from Mexico and now China and the occasional trailer which escapes explosion in the Arizona desert And just like the destruction of the rainforest A different sort of habitat, yet one just as natural is destroyed Where do these creatures go ? In a country Where adapting and social jockeying has become harder and harder. At least from the bottom. Everything is harder from the bottom. Just ask someone who’s there. But somehow nature finds a way to survive and a place to go And Like the barnacles and clams taking over the great lakes so come to plagues on Massachusetts Avenue. Development . Progress. The incandescent red light bulb just went extinct on US 1

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I am gonna pay a ****** today To take my virginity away I am tired of beating the meat only my ***** mouth can seal this ****** horrible deal gonna **** when i'm high gonna **** when I'm down cut my wrist wipe white stains blood of Christ on my **** jail bait, faith nail$, it's ****** in hell fill the hole with more pain **** to live live to **** ***** Cross Ah Ahh Ahhh Ahhhhhh AhhhAhhhh AhhhhhAhhhhhhAhhhhhh Jesus ****** Christ

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Aug 11, 2020

Aug 11, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC

imehsahdehahs

xes

I am gonna pay a ****** today To take my virginity away I am tired of beating the meat only my ***** mouth can seal this ****** horrible deal gonna **** when i'm high gonna **** when I'm down cut my wrist wipe white stains blood of Christ on my **** jail bait, faith nail$, it's ****** in hell fill the hole with more pain **** to live live to **** ***** Cross Ah Ahh Ahhh Ahhhhhh AhhhAhhhh AhhhhhAhhhhhhAhhhhhh Jesus ****** Christ

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I’ve been roped and doped Also been ***** and taped. I’ve been slugged and drugged I was bugged, then I shrugged. It is all just another day’s work For a silly streetwalking **** It’s life without a single perk, Pays less than a checkout clerk. I keep changes of tight clothes, Show off the body, anything goes. Use a languid suggestive pose No one questions, everyone knows. Stand by a light pole and grin Someone will quickly pull in And ask if you’ll go for a spin In half a hour, I’m back again. If they seem to want to pass Turn around and show some *** I make sure I show some sass And am sure to be smoking grass. Sure I get picked up by the cops But, this old story never stops. It’s a tale as old as these shops. It’s bad when the temperature drops. Rain, sleet and snow, I’m around Staking out my piece of ground To see what trade can be found Hunting for the everyday hound. So drop by and see me any day. I’m not like the sun, I won’t go away. I’ll be here as you drive by to say: “Hello, baby, want some fun today?

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

STREETCORNER SUBORNER

I’ve been roped and doped Also been ***** and taped. I’ve been slugged and drugged I was bugged, then I shrugged. It is all just another day’s work For a silly streetwalking **** It’s life without a single perk, Pays less than a checkout clerk. I keep changes of tight clothes, Show off the body, anything goes. Use a languid suggestive pose No one questions, everyone knows. Stand by a light pole and grin Someone will quickly pull in And ask if you’ll go for a spin In half a hour, I’m back again. If they seem to want to pass Turn around and show some *** I make sure I show some sass And am sure to be smoking grass. Sure I get picked up by the cops But, this old story never stops. It’s a tale as old as these shops. It’s bad when the temperature drops. Rain, sleet and snow, I’m around Staking out my piece of ground To see what trade can be found Hunting for the everyday hound. So drop by and see me any day. I’m not like the sun, I won’t go away. I’ll be here as you drive by to say: “Hello, baby, want some fun today?

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I still remember your eyes I still remember you always holding me Keeping me safe from harm with all your charm I remember feeling you looking at me, and I Know you're still there, you're so wonderful! I couldn't help but fall in love with you And get crushes everywhere else, too. It's just so unfair to have found such Lovely romances, and suffer heartbreaks! I can't help where my heart Goes, but that's why I'm torn apart... Please remember I'm always here and so is My love too, it's not easy to be what society Wants of you, especially love! Love is wild and It's so undesired to be told I'm a cheater When I have an excuse, I'm only human too! Just remember I wasn't born with a defective Heart, and it isn't easy to be torn apart.

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Feb 12, 2015

Feb 12, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC

alan-s-bailey

"Real" Love Is Not Easy

I still remember your eyes I still remember you always holding me Keeping me safe from harm with all your charm I remember feeling you looking at me, and I Know you're still there, you're so wonderful! I couldn't help but fall in love with you And get crushes everywhere else, too. It's just so unfair to have found such Lovely romances, and suffer heartbreaks! I can't help where my heart Goes, but that's why I'm torn apart... Please remember I'm always here and so is My love too, it's not easy to be what society Wants of you, especially love! Love is wild and It's so undesired to be told I'm a cheater When I have an excuse, I'm only human too! Just remember I wasn't born with a defective Heart, and it isn't easy to be torn apart.

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Pardon me while I wipe this ****** spit out of my mouth. Speak and write improperly Bathe in holy water to wash away the sins off my body less charming and loving then you would expect it might not had been what it was but it left a bad taste on my tongue. like taking five shots of whiskey and licking your ashtray I tried to stray far beyond your ripped and shady nylons the bloodletting on your stained sheets where I will never sleep try not to **** me on the way home I should have stayed where I belong the dark pool room the underbelly of a red light saloon I get paid again next Friday not that im going to give you any '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ruin my beautiful morning from nine till 10 am. spare yourself refusal from five till seven thick thighs emotional charged I have hard boiled eggs a dog snoring on the floor a pain in my neck and my arms and ankles, their nerves are jumping towards the door heat is up to high IM sweating like you the ***** Bukowski wrote a song it is scratching, the needle typewriter with a loud roar I cant recall the wine but the short cigarettes were brown eyes squinting I listened like a boy to him, and you you and your drunk salutes and slurs commanding a performance from my soul as if you were Sylvia such a stupendous, gracious love story IM haunted by your stare I do not even think you are here after all you are a ..... no, there is really no time for this the whiskey on my lips you adore IM sick against a wall and people are statues above spitting their teeth below statues on a wall urinating below my angst kisses you all farewell may my spirit fly today pain grows in the dark all ye gather,elephants in the room and hall i hunker down under the blue glow of the evening news hiding from both of you

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May 9, 2014

May 9, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC

e-cousins

Red Light Saloon

Pardon me while I wipe this ****** spit out of my mouth. Speak and write improperly Bathe in holy water to wash away the sins off my body less charming and loving then you would expect it might not had been what it was but it left a bad taste on my tongue. like taking five shots of whiskey and licking your ashtray I tried to stray far beyond your ripped and shady nylons the bloodletting on your stained sheets where I will never sleep try not to **** me on the way home I should have stayed where I belong the dark pool room the underbelly of a red light saloon I get paid again next Friday not that im going to give you any '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ruin my beautiful morning from nine till 10 am. spare yourself refusal from five till seven thick thighs emotional charged I have hard boiled eggs a dog snoring on the floor a pain in my neck and my arms and ankles, their nerves are jumping towards the door heat is up to high IM sweating like you the ***** Bukowski wrote a song it is scratching, the needle typewriter with a loud roar I cant recall the wine but the short cigarettes were brown eyes squinting I listened like a boy to him, and you you and your drunk salutes and slurs commanding a performance from my soul as if you were Sylvia such a stupendous, gracious love story IM haunted by your stare I do not even think you are here after all you are a ..... no, there is really no time for this the whiskey on my lips you adore IM sick against a wall and people are statues above spitting their teeth below statues on a wall urinating below my angst kisses you all farewell may my spirit fly today pain grows in the dark all ye gather,elephants in the room and hall i hunker down under the blue glow of the evening news hiding from both of you

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