#phoney - Hello Poetry

When you're not FOR REAL, How you think that makes us feel, We hung on your every word, Realizing you're nothing but a thrill. Of the Feeling you let us down, As we're realizing you're a Clown, not keeping to your promise, As we're frustrated wearing frowns. You're the type we cannot trust, We can't depend on, or rely, When we thought that you would pull through, ONLY TO BE STRUCK DOWN BY YOUR LIES!!! We really wanted to BELIEVE YOU, but You seem so insincere, You're nothing but a BIG OLE PHONY, and You are not welcomed here. So go on PHONY BALONEY, You put on a real good show, Pick up your GRAMMY on your way out, Just leave and hit the door!!! B.R. Date: 3/13/2026

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

Phoney Baloney

When you're not FOR REAL, How you think that makes us feel, We hung on your every word, Realizing you're nothing but a thrill. Of the Feeling you let us down, As we're realizing you're a Clown, not keeping to your promise, As we're frustrated wearing frowns. You're the type we cannot trust, We can't depend on, or rely, When we thought that you would pull through, ONLY TO BE STRUCK DOWN BY YOUR LIES!!! We really wanted to BELIEVE YOU, but You seem so insincere, You're nothing but a BIG OLE PHONY, and You are not welcomed here. So go on PHONY BALONEY, You put on a real good show, Pick up your GRAMMY on your way out, Just leave and hit the door!!! B.R. Date: 3/13/2026

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I never played Hamlet, I was just the performer -- who was playing him.

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Apr 2, 2022

Apr 2, 2022 at 3:27 AM UTC

Zywa

[ I never played Hamlet ]

I never played Hamlet, I was just the performer -- who was playing him.

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The (Only) Story (A Friend Pt. 2) by Ryan P. Kinney "So, this is it then?" "THE END..." "No, only yours" "Well, only this part of your story." "So, What happens now?" "Where do I go?" "That's up to you." "Where do you think you'll go?" "I guess I hadn't really thought of it." "It's time to start now." "We've got places to go." "Whatever you think, is right somewhere, someplace." "You write your own story." "I was too busy living to think about it ending." "That's the point of it, isn't it." "So, who are you? "Oh, you know..." I DO. I know her I guess we all do. We've known her all along from THE BEGINNING...

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Aug 28, 2021

Aug 28, 2021 at 11:42 PM UTC

ryan-p-kinney

The Story

The (Only) Story (A Friend Pt. 2) by Ryan P. Kinney "So, this is it then?" "THE END..." "No, only yours" "Well, only this part of your story." "So, What happens now?" "Where do I go?" "That's up to you." "Where do you think you'll go?" "I guess I hadn't really thought of it." "It's time to start now." "We've got places to go." "Whatever you think, is right somewhere, someplace." "You write your own story." "I was too busy living to think about it ending." "That's the point of it, isn't it." "So, who are you? "Oh, you know..." I DO. I know her I guess we all do. We've known her all along from THE BEGINNING...

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_Spin me some velvet, Scuff me over with gravel, Pick me some bluesy strings; Tie me a bunch of wildflower quavers, Let’s hear how your phoney sax sings. Dip me in treacle, Needle me with soul, Groove me some dirt and some bass; Blow me your ***** devil’s pipe strong, Let’s play us some bourbon and lace. Spin me some velvet, Scuff me over with gravel, Lay me down in meadowsong; Rent me a dime’s worth of old dust and daydreams, Honey chil’, you cain’t do me no wrong._

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Jul 3, 2019

Jul 3, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC

annh

Old Vinyl

_Spin me some velvet, Scuff me over with gravel, Pick me some bluesy strings; Tie me a bunch of wildflower quavers, Let’s hear how your phoney sax sings. Dip me in treacle, Needle me with soul, Groove me some dirt and some bass; Blow me your ***** devil’s pipe strong, Let’s play us some bourbon and lace. Spin me some velvet, Scuff me over with gravel, Lay me down in meadowsong; Rent me a dime’s worth of old dust and daydreams, Honey chil’, you cain’t do me no wrong._

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replicas oft go on display reproductions of the real thing recast in an aping array ripping off the principle's ring every now and then they'll be seen espousing that they're genuine e'en taking credit for the breen ergo this be not of true line verily stealing other's word art very little conscience do they show villains are those of thieving cart vilification we pour on their glow eyes on the look out always glean embezzling plagiarist's grotty hands ever looting original bean endlessly making phoney grands

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Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Replicas (Trolaan Poem)

replicas oft go on display reproductions of the real thing recast in an aping array ripping off the principle's ring every now and then they'll be seen espousing that they're genuine e'en taking credit for the breen ergo this be not of true line verily stealing other's word art very little conscience do they show villains are those of thieving cart vilification we pour on their glow eyes on the look out always glean embezzling plagiarist's grotty hands ever looting original bean endlessly making phoney grands

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*Such low blatherings Wolf Spirit - lame as they come Hand of Poetasters!*

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Dec 12, 2015

Dec 12, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC