#tusk - Hello Poetry

I searched through the rubble when dusk has the water and wave tusk ashore the last break fore surfer now to close kettle only this quake on dry surf near alcove and her sky

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Jul 11, 2019

Jul 11, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC

poetman

last break

I searched through the rubble when dusk has the water and wave tusk ashore the last break fore surfer now to close kettle only this quake on dry surf near alcove and her sky

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(Tr)aveling w(i)th the younger I With her on your back She gazed at intricate diamonds of the dark. Never facing an ounce of (um)brage. With age, her knowledge flourished Growing from the water of your trunk Her brain was nourished with ex(p)erience Following in your trail Strengthening over time She (ha)d no i(nt)erest on your back Nor the night sky Rather clouds and the outside Away sh(E) wa(l)ked from your shadow With your trunk raised high Lions and crocodiles swarmed her on s(e)a and land With no trunk or tusk Adrenaline rushed She shook in nerves til dusk Continuing days with no shade Skin cells accepting harsh sun rays With the storm of your stom(p)s She awaited your presence (h)yen(a)s laughed as you came Splattering blood on your name You laid with your wheel As she wailed with no trunk She wept For you sculpted her i(nt)o who (s)he was Long, Long down the road. Buying from an old bookstore Finding a binder filled with the Royal Animals Turning the first sheet She noticed a stamp Reminding her of her stuffed friends Triumphant Elephants

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Feb 1, 2017

Feb 1, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC

cheyenne-yacono

Triumphant Elephants

(Tr)aveling w(i)th the younger I With her on your back She gazed at intricate diamonds of the dark. Never facing an ounce of (um)brage. With age, her knowledge flourished Growing from the water of your trunk Her brain was nourished with ex(p)erience Following in your trail Strengthening over time She (ha)d no i(nt)erest on your back Nor the night sky Rather clouds and the outside Away sh(E) wa(l)ked from your shadow With your trunk raised high Lions and crocodiles swarmed her on s(e)a and land With no trunk or tusk Adrenaline rushed She shook in nerves til dusk Continuing days with no shade Skin cells accepting harsh sun rays With the storm of your stom(p)s She awaited your presence (h)yen(a)s laughed as you came Splattering blood on your name You laid with your wheel As she wailed with no trunk She wept For you sculpted her i(nt)o who (s)he was Long, Long down the road. Buying from an old bookstore Finding a binder filled with the Royal Animals Turning the first sheet She noticed a stamp Reminding her of her stuffed friends Triumphant Elephants

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Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp... In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years. She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English. I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously. Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for. This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style. Wishing You The Very Best, Sir Martin Narrod I keep my family of conscience I shred my folly of heir In case of torment or fondness I never wear underwear.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC

martin-narrod

The Finnish Tomb of the Tween Harlot

Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp... In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years. She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English. I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously. Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for. This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style. Wishing You The Very Best, Sir Martin Narrod I keep my family of conscience I shred my folly of heir In case of torment or fondness I never wear underwear.

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