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Letting the ivy roam... Moonlight serenade, to a begun favor: Sense in a gentler breeze, the thought to own A grace, a fastidious space, for a little face... Pink, the through and due, irony we seldom Stink and prosper, the alienation we souled? Together in legend, we tell a tale to a God's question: Letting the ivy see, is a redress of futures, fools? Paces and setting a catch, of futures in the light? A wavering kiss, and the doles of redemption Have their solemn kin, taken to remembering a night? My name is a person, order and truth, to another selection... Of hearts or the ivy... Spare to fore, we conceive a notion Made to tailor, a secret, an irony sighed... Like the bird it was, a concern that lead to devotion... Ivy sleeps, shadows play... In the breeds we assume are, the peace of decency... That has awoken, and seen the sun come, for why...? Persuade a kind from dread, our fruit is a gift of agony...? Building halts; continuing salt... When has a legend presumed finish, of soon's reasons? The tow of exception, is a wind to defer to a copious fall? Looking ivy in the eye, asking nix for not, a needs seasons? The fight is brutal, letting ivy is like a breath between friends Aching at the completed hour, the duty of they and strange smiles Set in similar pasts to a redefining must, that only with help, lends A role no greater than now, a whisper that ended a world's defiled? Ivy wants your life for a silence... Ivy has the stomach to turn direction into beauty... Ivy seemingly aloof, to worth to realize a gift is fast, to the chin... Ivy knows you, like a taken privilege on the other side of saying we...
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Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 9:06 PM UTC
What Would You Give For The Devil's Shadow?
Letting the ivy roam... Moonlight serenade, to a begun favor: Sense in a gentler breeze, the thought to own A grace, a fastidious space, for a little face... Pink, the through and due, irony we seldom Stink and prosper, the alienation we souled? Together in legend, we tell a tale to a God's question: Letting the ivy see, is a redress of futures, fools? Paces and setting a catch, of futures in the light? A wavering kiss, and the doles of redemption Have their solemn kin, taken to remembering a night? My name is a person, order and truth, to another selection... Of hearts or the ivy... Spare to fore, we conceive a notion Made to tailor, a secret, an irony sighed... Like the bird it was, a concern that lead to devotion... Ivy sleeps, shadows play... In the breeds we assume are, the peace of decency... That has awoken, and seen the sun come, for why...? Persuade a kind from dread, our fruit is a gift of agony...? Building halts; continuing salt... When has a legend presumed finish, of soon's reasons? The tow of exception, is a wind to defer to a copious fall? Looking ivy in the eye, asking nix for not, a needs seasons? The fight is brutal, letting ivy is like a breath between friends Aching at the completed hour, the duty of they and strange smiles Set in similar pasts to a redefining must, that only with help, lends A role no greater than now, a whisper that ended a world's defiled? Ivy wants your life for a silence... Ivy has the stomach to turn direction into beauty... Ivy seemingly aloof, to worth to realize a gift is fast, to the chin... Ivy knows you, like a taken privilege on the other side of saying we...
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A haunted and relentless inner smile Rooted in buried misfortune Practicing unthinkable thoughts Frustrated in secluded hypocrisy Consumed to exist as diety high Reported, M.I.A Plotting fantasy into reality Immoral acts ill conceived A hooded faceless shadow in step with those walking alone Dangerous thoughts stir within one devoid of light Uncontrolled, no humour evoked Desperate for another fix Skunk, just messing with the hooded mind Self possessing tryanny Undermining the dregs of self belief Absorbed in their own world unable to let others in Riding out, trampling societal karma A confused libido Self processed pseudo-pyschologist Sweet ***** Adams Insecure in belief of a balanced opinion Loosening the reins harnessing ones emotional control Belittling restraints applied, threatening dignity Onlookers repressed forbidding silence Laying siege to walls of self pity Intemperate of those who could help Fractious from ear to fear Developed by a deluded persona The anime exterior coveting Mr Hyde Engulfed to destroy
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Oct 6, 2022
Oct 6, 2022 at 1:18 PM UTC
A semitone short of **********
By Sharday "Old Fools" Old crudes.. appearing as Fools gold. The Irony. When you offer joy and laughter.. and all the best to offer in kindly spoken joyful chatter. When you only offered a sprinkle of smiles and sunshine's. A regular day by short easy breezes to fellow online unknowns you never ever met in the flesh and briefly known online. shared with them smiles and sunshine of encouraging crispy apple finds.  To wish they smile with glee and inwardly are filled with bitter unrest.. Unknown to most of us. We only  see the clown painted hidden face. A true face of sunken holes filthy craters in mold. The corrupt soul waiting to unlease it's misery soon as the old fool see, your joyful positivity isn't gonna stay for the foolery. How you can't be captured, in the web of rotten hell where the Old fool dwells. Just wash your hands wipe your virtual feet from where you ventured and never again there enter. A fool full of liquor  and utterly bitter all of its own. To whom you never did any wrong. Yet the fool will claim you have. Is a stalker web  crawler, harassing fool.. Report the stalkers  harassing's  obsessing's  words of hate.  The fools mouth of polluted lies disguised as crafted blind leading the blind sorrows. A brief encounter online in 14 days causes a fool to write so much **** poor chatter. Obsessive, stalker, old fool, not your muse, move on fool. Psalms 18:2 "A fool takes no pleasure in understanding, but only in expressing his opinion." psalms 18:2 Proverbs 29:2 If a wise man has an argument with a fool, the fool only rages and laughs, and there is no quiet. Sounds like a abusive deranged so madly insane. Type foolish, type thang. Can't find a away to stop using you in written metaphors. Like his pictures of he wish he had ****** Keep virtual 911 on hit report speed dial, this fool seems a virtual danger stranger chillld. H.E.R_Poetry...#Over.It..
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Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC
"Old Fools"
By Sharday "Old Fools" Old crudes.. appearing as Fools gold. The Irony. When you offer joy and laughter.. and all the best to offer in kindly spoken joyful chatter. When you only offered a sprinkle of smiles and sunshine's. A regular day by short easy breezes to fellow online unknowns you never ever met in the flesh and briefly known online. shared with them smiles and sunshine of encouraging crispy apple finds.  To wish they smile with glee and inwardly are filled with bitter unrest.. Unknown to most of us. We only  see the clown painted hidden face. A true face of sunken holes filthy craters in mold. The corrupt soul waiting to unlease it's misery soon as the old fool see, your joyful positivity isn't gonna stay for the foolery. How you can't be captured, in the web of rotten hell where the Old fool dwells. Just wash your hands wipe your virtual feet from where you ventured and never again there enter. A fool full of liquor  and utterly bitter all of its own. To whom you never did any wrong. Yet the fool will claim you have. Is a stalker web  crawler, harassing fool.. Report the stalkers  harassing's  obsessing's  words of hate.  The fools mouth of polluted lies disguised as crafted blind leading the blind sorrows. A brief encounter online in 14 days causes a fool to write so much **** poor chatter. Obsessive, stalker, old fool, not your muse, move on fool. Psalms 18:2 "A fool takes no pleasure in understanding, but only in expressing his opinion." psalms 18:2 Proverbs 29:2 If a wise man has an argument with a fool, the fool only rages and laughs, and there is no quiet. Sounds like a abusive deranged so madly insane. Type foolish, type thang. Can't find a away to stop using you in written metaphors. Like his pictures of he wish he had ****** Keep virtual 911 on hit report speed dial, this fool seems a virtual danger stranger chillld. H.E.R_Poetry...#Over.It..
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Cloaked eyes of white Open throat cries dry Echoed padding cadence Panting tremours Unable to get away The streets are unsafely empty Equality to walk No illiberal clocking in I have a cogent life Will not cede segregation The struggle, snapped the stem Stole the stamen from my flower Shook my pollenous verve Scattered my soulful scent Destroyed my confidence to regrow Sneering the lonesome wolf Crushes the very flowers that will save it Without heart of virtue Praying  on those they cannot have Betrays their own soul without anguish Proto-stalkers seek help Decant your desires Throw off your fur coat Open up and do not venture into a nightmare Your Samaritan will always befriend and guide Lay down your sword Change the parochial pathway Magnanimous now live Fields of flowers beckon Don't be a brick in the wall Embrace the feminine essence Yield flowers their blossom Steer the legislation to counter the wolven spread More tulips amongst thorny parliamentarians Educate the children and those in power
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Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
Walking alone, an ever danger
sad boy; what a pathetic ploy this is for my attention. all you contrive tastelessly always lacks concession. every word, and image you fake I reject, from my possession, for all you are 's worth less than this effortless expression. you see, my natural creativity surmounts your **** impression of the beauty of my work and my powerful transgression.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Reminder to a Gypsy
SANDMAN Can you see them?-lookin' for me to be them, lookin' for my warmth to breath life to them, the hollow men,yes men,fallow men,come follow men, no heart no mind-mindsick and eyeblind, sheep talkin' like wolves that I find, most despicable-Dis-gusting unpredictable, following the wind as it blows on their wick they're all candles in the strong wind gutterin', snipes from a distance yeah they're all utterin' Great threats from great hollow chests, that up close-don't stand inspection, empty vessels-makin great noise, hard men behind keyboards hands -poised, with the poisoned pen ready to dip in the deep well, of hatred they bring from deep hell's, inside,a void,avoid if you can please employ- aversion tactics needed,don't need it, vampyres that need pyres,yellow they bleed it Yellow right down to the backbone believe it... CHORUS *the hollow men,yes men,fallow men,come follow men, Yes men Hollow men come follow men Yes Men-Shallow men come follow men, the hollow men, The hollow men,yes men,fallow men,come follow men, Yes men Fallow men come follow men Yes Men-Shallow men come follow then while I tell you bout the Hollow men* JAY Yeah, **** right I can see them. Trolls in holes. I'm willin' to bleed 'em. Society's detritis, ..delighted by the slightest sign of weakness. Bleakness of their lives underlined by the lies they employ.. .. in their contrived.. ..cyber sphere. Scavengin' on carrion. Peckin' at the carcass. Behind the veil of anonymity. Sit in darkness as they hammer out calamity. No nobility or amity. Cyber-highway poison. I got the remedy. Hollow husks skulk and lust.. ..for coat-tails to ride on. Soon turn to dust. Rusting hulks their disgusting bulk decaying on the shore. Soon to be forgotten. The Yes Men, the Hollow Men, the fallow men. The everything is borrowed men. The no tomorrow men. The follow slowly to the gallows men. *The Hollow Men, Yes men, fallow men, come follow men. Yes men, shallow men, come follow men. Yes men, Hollow Men. Never follow them. The Hollow Men. The Hollow Men, Yes men, fallow men, come follow men. Yes men, shallow men, deal in sorrow men. Yes men. Don't ever follow them. A fool strolls to the gallows man.*
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
The Hollow Men final cut
SANDMAN Can you see them?-lookin' for me to be them, lookin' for my warmth to breath life to them, the hollow men,yes men,fallow men,come follow men, no heart no mind-mindsick and eyeblind, sheep talkin' like wolves that I find, most despicable-Dis-gusting unpredictable, following the wind as it blows on their wick they're all candles in the strong wind gutterin', snipes from a distance yeah they're all utterin' Great threats from great hollow chests, that up close-don't stand inspection, empty vessels-makin great noise, hard men behind keyboards hands -poised, with the poisoned pen ready to dip in the deep well, of hatred they bring from deep hell's, inside,a void,avoid if you can please employ- aversion tactics needed,don't need it, vampyres that need pyres,yellow they bleed it Yellow right down to the backbone believe it... CHORUS *the hollow men,yes men,fallow men,come follow men, Yes men Hollow men come follow men Yes Men-Shallow men come follow men, the hollow men, The hollow men,yes men,fallow men,come follow men, Yes men Fallow men come follow men Yes Men-Shallow men come follow then while I tell you bout the Hollow men* JAY Yeah, **** right I can see them. Trolls in holes. I'm willin' to bleed 'em. Society's detritis, ..delighted by the slightest sign of weakness. Bleakness of their lives underlined by the lies they employ.. .. in their contrived.. ..cyber sphere. Scavengin' on carrion. Peckin' at the carcass. Behind the veil of anonymity. Sit in darkness as they hammer out calamity. No nobility or amity. Cyber-highway poison. I got the remedy. Hollow husks skulk and lust.. ..for coat-tails to ride on. Soon turn to dust. Rusting hulks their disgusting bulk decaying on the shore. Soon to be forgotten. The Yes Men, the Hollow Men, the fallow men. The everything is borrowed men. The no tomorrow men. The follow slowly to the gallows men. *The Hollow Men, Yes men, fallow men, come follow men. Yes men, shallow men, come follow men. Yes men, Hollow Men. Never follow them. The Hollow Men. The Hollow Men, Yes men, fallow men, come follow men. Yes men, shallow men, deal in sorrow men. Yes men. Don't ever follow them. A fool strolls to the gallows man.*
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You walked your dog in early morning suburban calm of hubbed parking lots, sprawled lawns humming. In knee tall grass imagining your neighbors brewing a fresh *** and pulling their curtains wide. I crouch obscure knee bent, tree nestled. My heart sings: You, grin, grimace The air stings my notes strung affix my lips to there. Best wishes I offer at this time I will observe the court order and you look so handsome from here.
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
Your Birthday Which I Celebrate In My Own Way
*( Loki ) 1 All ills you have wrought Mischief maker in the dirt No shower will cleanse 2 Poor Woolfy Spirit ******* in actuality You ARE Beryl Dov 3 Thor is your new name Psychopath reinventing Same old *** trickster 4 Who is following The fortune cookie writers Such lame phony names 5 Fragile ego here Pages of Wolf and Beryl Drama queens reeking 6 Even as he leaves Tireless self promoter Lowers the banal* Note:   Wolf Spirit IS Dire Wolf IS Toreanus Pinwinkle III IS Thor IS Beryl Dov IS ******** ( aka ******* ) Rabbi IS soooooo many others - a many-faced pest and pariah, previously banned on other sites for being stalkers and sociopaths !! See: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1530102/wolves/ & http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1516652/breach/ & http://hellopoetry.com/poem/832663/beryl-dov/ & http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1527822/not-a-poem-an-open-response-to-wolf-spirit-and-wolf-spirit-dire/ Basically anyone who follows these massive-ego predators is probably them !!
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Trickster
You ever get the feeling that someone is watching from far behind you? You ever feel like someone is watching your every move? Like someone is standing by, waiting patiently for you to make a mistake? Well, unfortunately, someone is actually watching, just not closely watching, so relax you don't have a stalker, unless you take someone or something that observes you carefully without saying a word or taking their eyes off you, as a stalker then, yes dear I believe you have a 'stalker'. That 'stalker', however, is a different kind. This kind looks down upon you, because of the clothes you wear, the things you do, as well as how you act. This "stalker's" name is: society, but remember if you want society off your case, then get off society's case
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
Society- the biggest stalker of all
Dis fo all yuo. Sick aseholes on here na I don wan no **** pics from yuo I may be single chicka now but na don want idiot peeple writing me bout *** so forth Chicka Natalia Thanks
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
*****
I go to the other room   to get away from my doom He follows me   now theres three His buddies follow   i'll see you tomorrow I want to get away   but he wants to play Leave me alone   I no longer hold the bone I want to be left be   but every time I see      I see the birds and the bees I've moved on   now I want you gone
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
He Won't Leave Me Alone
Mr. Rory Richards Lived his life, Taking garbage Out at night. He shovelled drives He swept walks, He listened intently While others talked. Others talked. When Rory wasn't Weeding the garden, He was outside Hanging laundry. Moms were jealous, Dads were shamed, But whispering neighbours Never complained. Rory's good At the husband game. He presented well. The neighbours continued To tsk and tsk. On his way home From work, He picked up the kids From daycare, He'd find time To volunteer there. He'd have treats At home for them, And their friends. He volunteered with Cubs and Scouts, Always finding Extra time For jamborees And overnights. One day the cops Came on the scene, Rory wasn't What he seemed: His computer Showed a different man, A lurking, luring Child **** fan. And the neighbours' Tsks cresendoed. At his trial He sat abandoned, But neighbours there Gave witness to A man they thought They surely knew. A family man In his pew. All his life He lived beside them, A man they let Their kids rely on.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
Rory Richards in His Pew