#manure - Hello Poetry

This entire empire of dirt and manure is about to expire I'm not gonna lie, between you and I, I wish I was a lier My mind though is compulsive when lighting it's pants on fire Nose long as a telephone wire, front and center like a town crier And the shiit that I get from myself and the public stacks higher and higher I know exactly what's about to transpire Yet I always make it worse, never better Like a water geyser to a grease fire I'll forever be a fumblin', bumblin' reality denier Faced with a situation that can only be described as dire When you've only ever been able to hire a blind get-a-way driver There's no chance of escaping this hell, life organically becoming satire ©2024

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May 5, 2024

May 5, 2024 at 4:04 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Like a Geyser to a Grease Fire ~•§•~

This entire empire of dirt and manure is about to expire I'm not gonna lie, between you and I, I wish I was a lier My mind though is compulsive when lighting it's pants on fire Nose long as a telephone wire, front and center like a town crier And the shiit that I get from myself and the public stacks higher and higher I know exactly what's about to transpire Yet I always make it worse, never better Like a water geyser to a grease fire I'll forever be a fumblin', bumblin' reality denier Faced with a situation that can only be described as dire When you've only ever been able to hire a blind get-a-way driver There's no chance of escaping this hell, life organically becoming satire ©2024

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Well I ain't stinking rich And I ain't stinking poor I guess what's important is I'm still here stinking And I ain't a pile of manure.

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Feb 5, 2023

Feb 5, 2023 at 10:43 AM UTC

bardo

Still stinking

Well I ain't stinking rich And I ain't stinking poor I guess what's important is I'm still here stinking And I ain't a pile of manure.

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Was it bleak or bright, I cannot say, so mesmerized was I, when I saw you cross your balcony to take the morning air. Brilliant were the beams and bands that danced about your hair: an angel in her nimbus, uniting earth and sky. And I saw you there—saw your red eyes catch the day, saw you look in my direction, saw your red eyes look away. A man am I, a dog with human glands. I snuck behind a moving van and wiped my sweaty hands. A love unreal confused me, abused me, tucked my tail and called me stray. Bite the hand or beg for more? True to form, I slunk away. And though indeed it strained me, and pained me to adjourn, I blew a kiss and swore that on the morrow I’d return. My heart, he soars on silken wings. That new day came. Ah, so unjust! And so complete my pain— I saw you with another man, your higher halves entwined…perhaps, though shards of years were ground to dust, my blood prints marked me plain: a mongrel doomed to stoops and stones, a cur condemned to scraps. I saw you—saw you slit me like a knife, eviscerate my very soul and leave my pride to rot. You…you kissed this man! You graced his life with lips Love meant for me. You left me nought. So rapt, this man! Oh, why, sweet thing, were you so wrapped in he? A fractured dream, a crippled heart—Ha! What are they to me. My brain, he lurches light-to-shadow. The day was black, and cold as sin. Intent, hell-bent, I sought your hearth again…and saw you with a dozen men! I blew it there, I lost it then. I split but scampered back in ten. Then kneeling ’neath your window, and bleeding onto chalk, I visualized a pentagram, and drew it on the walk. O wretched me! The ills I loosed were sudden and extreme. I seemed to reel through realms surreal, engulfed in flames and steam. But in that rune I saw you—your burning hair, your melting face— betrothed to a misshapen brute, and crushed in his embrace. I saw you fry, my tainted pie, my angel-not-to-be. No matter, dear, our course is clear. No other fool, you fickle jewel, will share your fate with me. My fist, he palsies as he clenches. Dismayed by dreams of infants’ screams, I part my lids to find I’ve merely lost my will-to-be, I’ve yet to lose my mind. The frauds and freaks run howling, the living **** the dead— I’d give my all to make my peace; alas, I’ve made my bed. With toes aflame I wander lame down ways that pitch and wind; the lashers all assume I’m lost, the hiders think I’m blind. But I saw you—the Master’s squeeze—a wizened, crippled crone: a wagging head and yoke of lead, an anvil on your rear. Your shins were munched, your back was hunched, your skin was puckered rind. A scorched queen with a smoking crown, your swelling belly led you down a path of spewing stone, where fouled and flanked by giant flies, I saw you pass through veils of gas, your piglets close behind. Your clogs were frogs, your wedding ring a thing of chiseled bone. Your skirt was thatch, with hose to match the squalor of your thighs. I saw you walk his wombats, dear, but I was in your eyes. My leg, he chases me in circles. Thanks for reading I Saw You. NOW PLEASE CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW TO READ HERO, A SPRAWLING, GROUNDBREAKING FANTASY FOR GROWNUPS IN TWO PARTS, ALL ABOUT THE FIRST HUMAN TO CIRCUMNAVIGATE THE PLANET. (BUT YOU MUST CLICK ON THE PROVIDED LINK AT THE CONCLUSION OF PART ONE TO ACCESS PART TWO! THAT’S WHERE THIS TALE’S AMAZING RESOLUTION LIES. But please...intelligent, readers only!) NOW HERE’S THAT LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/14922744-Hero---Part-One-by-Ron-Sanders Copyright 2020 by Ron Sanders. contact: [email protected]

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Feb 21, 2020

Feb 21, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC

ron-sanders

I Saw You

Was it bleak or bright, I cannot say, so mesmerized was I, when I saw you cross your balcony to take the morning air. Brilliant were the beams and bands that danced about your hair: an angel in her nimbus, uniting earth and sky. And I saw you there—saw your red eyes catch the day, saw you look in my direction, saw your red eyes look away. A man am I, a dog with human glands. I snuck behind a moving van and wiped my sweaty hands. A love unreal confused me, abused me, tucked my tail and called me stray. Bite the hand or beg for more? True to form, I slunk away. And though indeed it strained me, and pained me to adjourn, I blew a kiss and swore that on the morrow I’d return. My heart, he soars on silken wings. That new day came. Ah, so unjust! And so complete my pain— I saw you with another man, your higher halves entwined…perhaps, though shards of years were ground to dust, my blood prints marked me plain: a mongrel doomed to stoops and stones, a cur condemned to scraps. I saw you—saw you slit me like a knife, eviscerate my very soul and leave my pride to rot. You…you kissed this man! You graced his life with lips Love meant for me. You left me nought. So rapt, this man! Oh, why, sweet thing, were you so wrapped in he? A fractured dream, a crippled heart—Ha! What are they to me. My brain, he lurches light-to-shadow. The day was black, and cold as sin. Intent, hell-bent, I sought your hearth again…and saw you with a dozen men! I blew it there, I lost it then. I split but scampered back in ten. Then kneeling ’neath your window, and bleeding onto chalk, I visualized a pentagram, and drew it on the walk. O wretched me! The ills I loosed were sudden and extreme. I seemed to reel through realms surreal, engulfed in flames and steam. But in that rune I saw you—your burning hair, your melting face— betrothed to a misshapen brute, and crushed in his embrace. I saw you fry, my tainted pie, my angel-not-to-be. No matter, dear, our course is clear. No other fool, you fickle jewel, will share your fate with me. My fist, he palsies as he clenches. Dismayed by dreams of infants’ screams, I part my lids to find I’ve merely lost my will-to-be, I’ve yet to lose my mind. The frauds and freaks run howling, the living **** the dead— I’d give my all to make my peace; alas, I’ve made my bed. With toes aflame I wander lame down ways that pitch and wind; the lashers all assume I’m lost, the hiders think I’m blind. But I saw you—the Master’s squeeze—a wizened, crippled crone: a wagging head and yoke of lead, an anvil on your rear. Your shins were munched, your back was hunched, your skin was puckered rind. A scorched queen with a smoking crown, your swelling belly led you down a path of spewing stone, where fouled and flanked by giant flies, I saw you pass through veils of gas, your piglets close behind. Your clogs were frogs, your wedding ring a thing of chiseled bone. Your skirt was thatch, with hose to match the squalor of your thighs. I saw you walk his wombats, dear, but I was in your eyes. My leg, he chases me in circles. Thanks for reading I Saw You. NOW PLEASE CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW TO READ HERO, A SPRAWLING, GROUNDBREAKING FANTASY FOR GROWNUPS IN TWO PARTS, ALL ABOUT THE FIRST HUMAN TO CIRCUMNAVIGATE THE PLANET. (BUT YOU MUST CLICK ON THE PROVIDED LINK AT THE CONCLUSION OF PART ONE TO ACCESS PART TWO! THAT’S WHERE THIS TALE’S AMAZING RESOLUTION LIES. But please...intelligent, readers only!) NOW HERE’S THAT LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/14922744-Hero---Part-One-by-Ron-Sanders Copyright 2020 by Ron Sanders. contact: [email protected]

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that manuever them other words to anything you are my soother this choke hold you cast me in your grip from an crush to an touch thank you so much you have sewn in me more than that manuver ? ... .. .

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC

lashingstars

Untitled

that manuever them other words to anything you are my soother this choke hold you cast me in your grip from an crush to an touch thank you so much you have sewn in me more than that manuver ? ... .. .

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Millions of fat cows, grazing on lush green grass;farts, That's global warming.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC

salmabanu-hatim

Methane from Cows Haiku

Millions of fat cows, grazing on lush green grass;farts, That's global warming.

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