"ahhh" poems - Hello Poetry

the mist from my dope coping mechanism tickles my nose and my lips the corners of my mouth pulled upward as my eyes turn to slits i sink into the couch cuddle my dog ahhh, i ******* love this

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC

ellejaxsun

coping

the mist from my dope coping mechanism tickles my nose and my lips the corners of my mouth pulled upward as my eyes turn to slits i sink into the couch cuddle my dog ahhh, i ******* love this

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Limbs littered the earth, her negligee no longer lay in his soldier’s world; he would do anything to smell her perfume once more. What day was it? Ahhh…Monday, the perfect first date, a moon- lit walk on a beach. He felt like a train about to crash and nobody was dancing. She felt alien alone in their home. Dancing was impossible and she stared at the photo, a soldier’s face, not his own. Limbo was a train journey that never ended. Billboards advertising perfume and the never ending sun, the never ending moon. The name of the days changed but Monday was no different from Tuesday or last Monday. She wondered if disabled people thought dancing ridiculous. He could return disabled…the moon was full tonight, she wondered if he in his soldier’s uniform would be admiring it remembering her perfume and not side stepping dead bodies feeling like a train wreck. How many poor driver’s of trains were haunted by suicides, faces looming out, the Monday blues? And some women will never afford perfume and would never be taken out dancing, it did not console her. She was one of thousands of soldier’s wives all gazing wistfully at the unhelpful moon. She dreams of werewolves howling at the moon, of him passing through a dark forest on a train coming back to her, having thrown his soldier’s gun, stamped in the mud, rejected. But she was the gun, Monday and no letter had come and her nerves were dancing, she knocked over her most expensive bottle of perfume. He was dead, she would never replace the perfume. She would smash bottles sticking her tongue out at the moon throwing herself around in life, dancing like a boat in a storm, occasionally consider suicide by train but she would never do it. Saturday, Sunday, Monday all days trooped past like the heavy march of a soldier. The word soldier stank of cheap perfume and everything was mundane especially the moon. People hurry her by like late trains, only a few whirl past dancing.

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Jun 12, 2010

Jun 12, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC

charise-clarke

Perfume

Limbs littered the earth, her negligee no longer lay in his soldier’s world; he would do anything to smell her perfume once more. What day was it? Ahhh…Monday, the perfect first date, a moon- lit walk on a beach. He felt like a train about to crash and nobody was dancing. She felt alien alone in their home. Dancing was impossible and she stared at the photo, a soldier’s face, not his own. Limbo was a train journey that never ended. Billboards advertising perfume and the never ending sun, the never ending moon. The name of the days changed but Monday was no different from Tuesday or last Monday. She wondered if disabled people thought dancing ridiculous. He could return disabled…the moon was full tonight, she wondered if he in his soldier’s uniform would be admiring it remembering her perfume and not side stepping dead bodies feeling like a train wreck. How many poor driver’s of trains were haunted by suicides, faces looming out, the Monday blues? And some women will never afford perfume and would never be taken out dancing, it did not console her. She was one of thousands of soldier’s wives all gazing wistfully at the unhelpful moon. She dreams of werewolves howling at the moon, of him passing through a dark forest on a train coming back to her, having thrown his soldier’s gun, stamped in the mud, rejected. But she was the gun, Monday and no letter had come and her nerves were dancing, she knocked over her most expensive bottle of perfume. He was dead, she would never replace the perfume. She would smash bottles sticking her tongue out at the moon throwing herself around in life, dancing like a boat in a storm, occasionally consider suicide by train but she would never do it. Saturday, Sunday, Monday all days trooped past like the heavy march of a soldier. The word soldier stank of cheap perfume and everything was mundane especially the moon. People hurry her by like late trains, only a few whirl past dancing.

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The snow leopard and the little fox were sound asleep. The leopard curled up around the young fox keeping them both warm in the cold weather. As the sun started to arise the leopard awoke from his slumber. He then softly pat his little young fox apprentice's head, "Wake up little one. A new day awaits us," he said with a smile as he stood on all fours and stretched out his back. The little fox grunted and yawned "It's too early," she whined as she curled up tighter, "The sun isn't even fully up in the sky yet" was her rebuttal to his awakening. The leopard took her by the scruff and softly tossed her into the snow covered field. "Ahhh!~Ooof." The little fox yelled as she tumbled into the snow. "You know what they say, the early bird catches the worm, the early cat catches the bird." The leopard laughed slightly as he spoke, watching the little fox stand up all covered in fresh snow from last nights fall. "Well what's that have to do with me?!?" the fox shouted slightly, being slightly agitated about him tossing her. The leopard smirked as he walked by her and pat her head again, dusting off the snow, "It has everything to do with you, it has everything to do with everyone. It means the sooner you wake the more you can do. The more time you have in the day to do what you want," the leopard exclaimed with pride and excitement in his voice, "Do you ever ask yourself why there is so much left you want to do by the end of the day but just didn't have enough time? Well this helps you get more done. It gives you more time." The little fox tilted her head slightly to he side and looked down a bit, "I guess you are right," she said softly. Not knowing what else to say, she stood up and shook the snow off of herself then rush over to the leopard. "So what lesson will I learn today?" she asked eagerly. The leopard smiled as they started walking, "Didn't you just learn something?" he said as he raised an eyebrow. The little fox giggled softly and started pouncing around him laughing happily and saying "Well yea. But I want to learn more." The leopard laughed and looked to her, "Slow and steady wins the race little one. Slow and steady. we will find something for me to teach you, or for us to learn, as time goes on." he said softly but wisely as they kept walking into the woods, away from the sunrise.

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC

Namir

The Leopard and The Fox(Part 2)

The snow leopard and the little fox were sound asleep. The leopard curled up around the young fox keeping them both warm in the cold weather. As the sun started to arise the leopard awoke from his slumber. He then softly pat his little young fox apprentice's head, "Wake up little one. A new day awaits us," he said with a smile as he stood on all fours and stretched out his back. The little fox grunted and yawned "It's too early," she whined as she curled up tighter, "The sun isn't even fully up in the sky yet" was her rebuttal to his awakening. The leopard took her by the scruff and softly tossed her into the snow covered field. "Ahhh!~Ooof." The little fox yelled as she tumbled into the snow. "You know what they say, the early bird catches the worm, the early cat catches the bird." The leopard laughed slightly as he spoke, watching the little fox stand up all covered in fresh snow from last nights fall. "Well what's that have to do with me?!?" the fox shouted slightly, being slightly agitated about him tossing her. The leopard smirked as he walked by her and pat her head again, dusting off the snow, "It has everything to do with you, it has everything to do with everyone. It means the sooner you wake the more you can do. The more time you have in the day to do what you want," the leopard exclaimed with pride and excitement in his voice, "Do you ever ask yourself why there is so much left you want to do by the end of the day but just didn't have enough time? Well this helps you get more done. It gives you more time." The little fox tilted her head slightly to he side and looked down a bit, "I guess you are right," she said softly. Not knowing what else to say, she stood up and shook the snow off of herself then rush over to the leopard. "So what lesson will I learn today?" she asked eagerly. The leopard smiled as they started walking, "Didn't you just learn something?" he said as he raised an eyebrow. The little fox giggled softly and started pouncing around him laughing happily and saying "Well yea. But I want to learn more." The leopard laughed and looked to her, "Slow and steady wins the race little one. Slow and steady. we will find something for me to teach you, or for us to learn, as time goes on." he said softly but wisely as they kept walking into the woods, away from the sunrise.

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Relaxin' is a mental state I like to be in. Doin this entertainment business makes you feel more like not a free man. Sustenance is what I needed! It's a must we get back to the basics. Let's forget self hatred. It's too blatant... The things we say and do to make me you Feel blue... so blue... so blue... so blue... Ahhh, Take it easy God please make me see That I'm speakin in vein about the pain I can't contain without the doctor tellin me ***** you ****** crazy! Unless you take a drug or 3 or some Dramamine... some Dramamine... some drama, I mean... My mind state is buggin me Why is no one lovin me like my favorite soap opera star On tv? I thought it was real and not a fallacy... and not a fallacy. Why has my surroundings taught me That I need a pill to heal? When all I need is some spiritual feed. Relax... Take my time... Set a course... Breathe in... Thoughts of success and not divorce! Breathe out... Stress and pain feeling no remorse! It's insane that a mere mortal could be on the border when everything doesn't have to be so stressed out (F'ed up!) and outta order! RELAX!!

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Apr 11, 2010

Apr 11, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC

amaru

"Relax"

Relaxin' is a mental state I like to be in. Doin this entertainment business makes you feel more like not a free man. Sustenance is what I needed! It's a must we get back to the basics. Let's forget self hatred. It's too blatant... The things we say and do to make me you Feel blue... so blue... so blue... so blue... Ahhh, Take it easy God please make me see That I'm speakin in vein about the pain I can't contain without the doctor tellin me ***** you ****** crazy! Unless you take a drug or 3 or some Dramamine... some Dramamine... some drama, I mean... My mind state is buggin me Why is no one lovin me like my favorite soap opera star On tv? I thought it was real and not a fallacy... and not a fallacy. Why has my surroundings taught me That I need a pill to heal? When all I need is some spiritual feed. Relax... Take my time... Set a course... Breathe in... Thoughts of success and not divorce! Breathe out... Stress and pain feeling no remorse! It's insane that a mere mortal could be on the border when everything doesn't have to be so stressed out (F'ed up!) and outta order! RELAX!!

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"Ahhh I scream, what is wrong with you?" "Don't run around I didn't raise you like that!" "Have these pills!" **** you, why are you not like the normal kids..."* "Am I really that weird?" "Drugged beyond recognition" "Head as heavy as the weight of himalaya" "Drowned in medication" "Always nice too meet you, I am James" "Do they accept the true me?" "I am fine. How are you doing?" "Don't show them. Do drugs"

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC

CrackJack

ADHD

"Ahhh I scream, what is wrong with you?" "Don't run around I didn't raise you like that!" "Have these pills!" **** you, why are you not like the normal kids..."* "Am I really that weird?" "Drugged beyond recognition" "Head as heavy as the weight of himalaya" "Drowned in medication" "Always nice too meet you, I am James" "Do they accept the true me?" "I am fine. How are you doing?" "Don't show them. Do drugs"

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Let me be the memory you see a glimpse of when you sneeze. Ah, ahh, ahhh, you

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC

theboy

(I) bless you

Let me be the memory you see a glimpse of when you sneeze. Ah, ahh, ahhh, you

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By AMOY Leaves on the tree falling down to my feet.. Lay and sleep…... I say for you will return to Mother earth.. You 'll see …… You'll meet many friends along the way... Little feet, tiny feet, Mr. worm, Mr. Squirrel and old lady Wind...ohh...She's a Swirl!.. have fun I say, for the rain will be here soon and days will still be bright til night falls and old man snow stirs ... brrrrr...brrrrr.. sending tiny little snow flakes our way ahhh ...ahhh....mother earth breaths again

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC

amoy

Season's Greetings

By AMOY Leaves on the tree falling down to my feet.. Lay and sleep…... I say for you will return to Mother earth.. You 'll see …… You'll meet many friends along the way... Little feet, tiny feet, Mr. worm, Mr. Squirrel and old lady Wind...ohh...She's a Swirl!.. have fun I say, for the rain will be here soon and days will still be bright til night falls and old man snow stirs ... brrrrr...brrrrr.. sending tiny little snow flakes our way ahhh ...ahhh....mother earth breaths again

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High on the O2: Red Rossopomodoro, Wagamama, and on the bus shelter, Marc Jacobs, and again higher, Habitat, then Metroline moves past. It's the 113 to Oxford Circus, and the 13 to Victoria: Thrilla Lives On, shouts the slogan, while National Express has All Set For Take-Off. They're gone... It calms empties, nothing much just the red lidless eyes of cars two, three, four dozen pairs hover over the asphalt road. Where... where am I? Ahhh, yeah, in the Oriental Star, the road seen from a table and stool, waiting for food. Where have I hailed from? My lover's womb. No, no NOT THAT! The North Star, yes: A pub on the Finchley Road, Where Tottenham beat Liverpool 4-1 A pyrrhic victory! Over a couple of beers. Warm years, and tears. A sense of place, a home, a nest, Receding in the traffic Of a busy road, Waiting on noodles.

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC

ashleyq5

All Set for Take-Off

High on the O2: Red Rossopomodoro, Wagamama, and on the bus shelter, Marc Jacobs, and again higher, Habitat, then Metroline moves past. It's the 113 to Oxford Circus, and the 13 to Victoria: Thrilla Lives On, shouts the slogan, while National Express has All Set For Take-Off. They're gone... It calms empties, nothing much just the red lidless eyes of cars two, three, four dozen pairs hover over the asphalt road. Where... where am I? Ahhh, yeah, in the Oriental Star, the road seen from a table and stool, waiting for food. Where have I hailed from? My lover's womb. No, no NOT THAT! The North Star, yes: A pub on the Finchley Road, Where Tottenham beat Liverpool 4-1 A pyrrhic victory! Over a couple of beers. Warm years, and tears. A sense of place, a home, a nest, Receding in the traffic Of a busy road, Waiting on noodles.

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*Through the incredulity burning in the grim reaper's eyes, He unwillingly received the souls of those who did not deserve to die ... The bright fluids of life lay bare and insignificant in the godforsaken lands He sighed the heaviest breath he could muster Death was his trade, but this affair had him loosening his grip on the scythe Mumbling the dead's prayer, The half-living defied fate's ruthless threads And squirmed for barren hope A child nearby cries for the light to save him As the shadows devoured their youngest feast, so far Now standing alone, the reaper cursed the gods Who may or may not be listening to him He was disgusted with the greed of these people And their bloodbaths Where those who avoid death and the ones who thrillingly seek it Summon each other with empty excuses Thinking these are enough to fling their guns at the righteous Drink the innocent blood like the finest wine from their vineyards! Stab the weak at their remaining spots Oh how foolish they are! How foolish indeed! He pities those who speak death as their honor When they have only lived like rats Scavengers of chances that purifies their filthy names He scorns those who do not even speak of death In their wild belief that some curse will hand them like a platter to their graves When death is the end that no one , not even him, can escape Those cowards! No one lives to cheat that dark fate! No one! The reaper was provoked by humans Them and their incessant wonder and fear of That that is unknown Them who have stopped looking at their small, definite lives To anticipate what they could not even begin to understand Feeding their illusions that a special place awaits their petty souls to rest on Ahhh!!!He was tired of them all Might as well finish his job...*

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC

lovelychickenbones

Stories x Poetry: The Grim Reaper

*Through the incredulity burning in the grim reaper's eyes, He unwillingly received the souls of those who did not deserve to die ... The bright fluids of life lay bare and insignificant in the godforsaken lands He sighed the heaviest breath he could muster Death was his trade, but this affair had him loosening his grip on the scythe Mumbling the dead's prayer, The half-living defied fate's ruthless threads And squirmed for barren hope A child nearby cries for the light to save him As the shadows devoured their youngest feast, so far Now standing alone, the reaper cursed the gods Who may or may not be listening to him He was disgusted with the greed of these people And their bloodbaths Where those who avoid death and the ones who thrillingly seek it Summon each other with empty excuses Thinking these are enough to fling their guns at the righteous Drink the innocent blood like the finest wine from their vineyards! Stab the weak at their remaining spots Oh how foolish they are! How foolish indeed! He pities those who speak death as their honor When they have only lived like rats Scavengers of chances that purifies their filthy names He scorns those who do not even speak of death In their wild belief that some curse will hand them like a platter to their graves When death is the end that no one , not even him, can escape Those cowards! No one lives to cheat that dark fate! No one! The reaper was provoked by humans Them and their incessant wonder and fear of That that is unknown Them who have stopped looking at their small, definite lives To anticipate what they could not even begin to understand Feeding their illusions that a special place awaits their petty souls to rest on Ahhh!!!He was tired of them all Might as well finish his job...*

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If aliens were real and came down from outer-space picking me up at sunset from my car, or place I'd try to be so polite and chauffeur them the globe while stressing emphatically ain't gonna be an **** probe We could go to diner go dancing, under strobes let me stress right now there Yoda ain't gonna be an **** probe They may argue all they want but they're still just xenophobes and unless they all look, just like Taylor Swift ain't gonna be an **** probe

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Dec 13, 2016

Dec 13, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Ahhh, no way ET

If aliens were real and came down from outer-space picking me up at sunset from my car, or place I'd try to be so polite and chauffeur them the globe while stressing emphatically ain't gonna be an **** probe We could go to diner go dancing, under strobes let me stress right now there Yoda ain't gonna be an **** probe They may argue all they want but they're still just xenophobes and unless they all look, just like Taylor Swift ain't gonna be an **** probe

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Mr.Smola said that a poem is not a poem unless it ryhmes Ahhh mr.smola Do you really think that us poets Really have the time to just sit here and ryhme? We have better things to do Rather it's sit down and have a glass of wine or two Maybe watch a tv show that is Devine What about going to a bar and staring at someone who you think is quite fine So mr.Smola is this clear to you Am I getting this through Or are you just looking up at the sky wondering why it's blue A poem doesn't have to ryhme Because obviously we just simply don't have that kind of time

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Jul 24, 2015

Jul 24, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC

XxAnniexX

To my social studies teacher

Mr.Smola said that a poem is not a poem unless it ryhmes Ahhh mr.smola Do you really think that us poets Really have the time to just sit here and ryhme? We have better things to do Rather it's sit down and have a glass of wine or two Maybe watch a tv show that is Devine What about going to a bar and staring at someone who you think is quite fine So mr.Smola is this clear to you Am I getting this through Or are you just looking up at the sky wondering why it's blue A poem doesn't have to ryhme Because obviously we just simply don't have that kind of time

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First, I spotted the gaggle sagging innocently enough, One might say blissfully reflected in the laptop screen. Then out of nowhere came the phrase, "whodunit?” And from the hanging sag, a sly, silky, voice whispered, "Ahhh, don't stop before the good part." Clearly a few clues were left behind, wispy hair strands, Scattered age spots, skin tags, a few moles, posed upon a Pale listless, crinkly, lightly pimpled, surface, and from a Wrinkly, shallow crevasse a voice teased, "Ahhh, don't stop before the good part." Totally hooked, curiosity piqued, southward I spied, A once upon a time perky, treasure chest, half hidden, Now two solemn, empty grain sacks laid east to west, And close to death but not quite, lazily they muttered, "Ahhh, don't stop before the good part." The final chapter, an ancient, untold mystery solved, No crime, no villain, nothing stolen, only flesh alchemy, Where a plateau of supple, touchable, skin once resided, A lumpy, bumpy, flabby flesh pillow lolled, and it murmured, “Ahhh, Boston cream pie, a quick nap, that's the ticket."

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Apr 13, 2014

Apr 13, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC

p-e-kaplan

Getting To The Good Part

First, I spotted the gaggle sagging innocently enough, One might say blissfully reflected in the laptop screen. Then out of nowhere came the phrase, "whodunit?” And from the hanging sag, a sly, silky, voice whispered, "Ahhh, don't stop before the good part." Clearly a few clues were left behind, wispy hair strands, Scattered age spots, skin tags, a few moles, posed upon a Pale listless, crinkly, lightly pimpled, surface, and from a Wrinkly, shallow crevasse a voice teased, "Ahhh, don't stop before the good part." Totally hooked, curiosity piqued, southward I spied, A once upon a time perky, treasure chest, half hidden, Now two solemn, empty grain sacks laid east to west, And close to death but not quite, lazily they muttered, "Ahhh, don't stop before the good part." The final chapter, an ancient, untold mystery solved, No crime, no villain, nothing stolen, only flesh alchemy, Where a plateau of supple, touchable, skin once resided, A lumpy, bumpy, flabby flesh pillow lolled, and it murmured, “Ahhh, Boston cream pie, a quick nap, that's the ticket."

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out to get the paper in bare feet… ahhh... so sweet … the dusting of snow cools my toes

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Feb 10, 2016

Feb 10, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC

amiee

toes, paper & snow

out to get the paper in bare feet… ahhh... so sweet … the dusting of snow cools my toes

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I lie here lost in the memory of you ..... Mind racing Body bracing Blood pumping Heart thumping ******* throbbing Fingers probing Legs shaking Arms aching to hold you as I .......... ahhh h h h h h And the Boom Chica Wow Wow Plays on ..... (C) Pixievic

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Jun 17, 2016

Jun 17, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC

Pixievic

Boom Chica Wow Wow

I lie here lost in the memory of you ..... Mind racing Body bracing Blood pumping Heart thumping ******* throbbing Fingers probing Legs shaking Arms aching to hold you as I .......... ahhh h h h h h And the Boom Chica Wow Wow Plays on ..... (C) Pixievic

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They Seem ... STRANGE ... To Me ... Don't They ... To You ... ?!? The Things That People .... Sometimes .... Do .... ? Don't Worry Folks ... I'll ... Give You PROOF ... That People ... Make ... Some ... FUNNY Moves ... ?!? How About ... THIS ... ? To ... Start Things Off ... OUTRAGE ... Over .... !!!!!!!!! Coc' Head " .... MOSS ... " APOLOGIES " ..... And ... Sponsorship GONE ... !!!!! Just ... LOCK HER UP ... !!! Hasn't She ... Done WRONG ... ?!? Well ... FRIEND of Hers' ... "WITHIN" ... The BIZ' ... Are Showing Support ... For ... " POOR Katie " ... !!!!!! People Like ........ Ahhh Yes ... ROBBIE ... ??!?? "Leave her alone !!!" ... Is ... Robbies' PLEA ... ? Could There Be ... ? Some More ... " Druggies " ... Getting ... LOADS ... !!! ... of ... CASH MONEY ... ??? While Others ... Live In ... " Poverty " ... !!!?!!! Take Your Time ......................... And ... Think It Through .......................... While I ... Give You ... Some More Proof ... That People Make ... The ... STRANGEST Moves ... ?!? Why Do Girls ... ? Act So ........ Aloof .......... ?!? And ... Make Men Feel .... That ... They Aren't Cool ... But Get ... UPSET ... When Men ... REJECT ... The Chance To ... Talk ... And ......................................... IGNORE Them ... !?! Maybe Because ...................... They're Getting ... WET ... And KNOW They Want Them ... ..... In Their Bed ..... !!!!! Girls Like THIS ... Just ... Get Me VEX ... !!! They ... Act As Though ... What's In Their Head ... Should Make A Man ... Kneel Down And ... BEG ... Just To .... Spend .... Some Time With Them ... !!!?!!! That's Why I Wrote A Piece ... Called ... " *** and Texts " ... Cos' ... Texting Now ... Leaves Me ... " PERPLEXED " ... ? I've ... Said It Before ... And Will ... Say It AGAIN ... !!! That's NO WAY ... To ... Communicate ... !!!!! But Nowadays .... It's Used In Ways ... That ... May Make STRAIGHT MEN ... Become ... GAY ... !!!!!!!!!!! That's Why I Like ... To KEEP Girls' Texts ... And Use Their Words ... To ... Get Them VEX ... !!! "Remember your text ? Should I show you babe ?" "NO cos', that's not what I meant, I merely meant, can't we be friends." "Ahhh friendship right but. in your text, the word, "Friendship", was not transcribed ???" "Well, you were supposed to RECOGNISE !" "RECOGNISE What ? Oh, read what you meant, between the lines ?" "NO, my text was just a text let's move on, cos' now i'm Vex !" SEE ... What I Mean !!! Some Girls ARE STRANGE ... ?!? And Sometimes ... " ACT " ... Like They're ... " DERANGED " ... !?! It Seems ... Some Girls ... DON'T Use Their Brains ... !!!!! That's Why These Days ... I Now ... REFRAIN ... From ... Getting Into ... Womens' Games ... !!! How About THIS ... ? My Friends And I ... Were ... Just In FITS ... !!!!! You Get ... "INTIMATE" ... With A ... PRETTY Girl ... But See That She's ... In ... " HER OWN WORLD "... !!! She Says ... "Let's keep a low profile !" So ... You Say ... " Cool " ... But Here's The ... " Move " ... In PUBLIC ... She Now ... .... " IGNORES You " .... You ... " Do Your Do " ... But Then ... When You ... Start ... " Making Moves " ... With ... OTHER People ... In The ... Room .... Here It Comes ... !!!!! You KNOW The Move ... !!! She ... Makes A SCENE ... In Front Your Crew ... And STORMS Outside ... !!!!! But ... When We Leave ... She's ... Waiting There ... Wearing ... YES ... A ... CHEEKY Smile ... You ... Play It Out ... "What was that about ?" ... But Then She Starts ... To ... RUN HER MOUTH ... !!!!! That's ... When You Say ... "Okay, I'm out !" ... What Does She Do ... ? Stand There And ... " POUT " ... !?! Fellas ... Know The Coup ... .... " NO DOUBT " ... !!!!!! It's ... NOT JUST GIRLS ... But ... Fellas Too ... Who ... Sometimes Make ... These ... STUPID Moves ... !!!!!!!!! Which ... Brings Me Back ... To The ... " Question " ... ........ " Phew " ........ !!!!!!! The Things That People Sometimes ... DO .... ??? " Seem Strange To Me ... Don't They To ... YOU ? "

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC

big-virge

"They Seem Strange To Me, Don't They ... To You ... ?" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 16/10/2005

They Seem ... STRANGE ... To Me ... Don't They ... To You ... ?!? The Things That People .... Sometimes .... Do .... ? Don't Worry Folks ... I'll ... Give You PROOF ... That People ... Make ... Some ... FUNNY Moves ... ?!? How About ... THIS ... ? To ... Start Things Off ... OUTRAGE ... Over .... !!!!!!!!! Coc' Head " .... MOSS ... " APOLOGIES " ..... And ... Sponsorship GONE ... !!!!! Just ... LOCK HER UP ... !!! Hasn't She ... Done WRONG ... ?!? Well ... FRIEND of Hers' ... "WITHIN" ... The BIZ' ... Are Showing Support ... For ... " POOR Katie " ... !!!!!! People Like ........ Ahhh Yes ... ROBBIE ... ??!?? "Leave her alone !!!" ... Is ... Robbies' PLEA ... ? Could There Be ... ? Some More ... " Druggies " ... Getting ... LOADS ... !!! ... of ... CASH MONEY ... ??? While Others ... Live In ... " Poverty " ... !!!?!!! Take Your Time ......................... And ... Think It Through .......................... While I ... Give You ... Some More Proof ... That People Make ... The ... STRANGEST Moves ... ?!? Why Do Girls ... ? Act So ........ Aloof .......... ?!? And ... Make Men Feel .... That ... They Aren't Cool ... But Get ... UPSET ... When Men ... REJECT ... The Chance To ... Talk ... And ......................................... IGNORE Them ... !?! Maybe Because ...................... They're Getting ... WET ... And KNOW They Want Them ... ..... In Their Bed ..... !!!!! Girls Like THIS ... Just ... Get Me VEX ... !!! They ... Act As Though ... What's In Their Head ... Should Make A Man ... Kneel Down And ... BEG ... Just To .... Spend .... Some Time With Them ... !!!?!!! That's Why I Wrote A Piece ... Called ... " *** and Texts " ... Cos' ... Texting Now ... Leaves Me ... " PERPLEXED " ... ? I've ... Said It Before ... And Will ... Say It AGAIN ... !!! That's NO WAY ... To ... Communicate ... !!!!! But Nowadays .... It's Used In Ways ... That ... May Make STRAIGHT MEN ... Become ... GAY ... !!!!!!!!!!! That's Why I Like ... To KEEP Girls' Texts ... And Use Their Words ... To ... Get Them VEX ... !!! "Remember your text ? Should I show you babe ?" "NO cos', that's not what I meant, I merely meant, can't we be friends." "Ahhh friendship right but. in your text, the word, "Friendship", was not transcribed ???" "Well, you were supposed to RECOGNISE !" "RECOGNISE What ? Oh, read what you meant, between the lines ?" "NO, my text was just a text let's move on, cos' now i'm Vex !" SEE ... What I Mean !!! Some Girls ARE STRANGE ... ?!? And Sometimes ... " ACT " ... Like They're ... " DERANGED " ... !?! It Seems ... Some Girls ... DON'T Use Their Brains ... !!!!! That's Why These Days ... I Now ... REFRAIN ... From ... Getting Into ... Womens' Games ... !!! How About THIS ... ? My Friends And I ... Were ... Just In FITS ... !!!!! You Get ... "INTIMATE" ... With A ... PRETTY Girl ... But See That She's ... In ... " HER OWN WORLD "... !!! She Says ... "Let's keep a low profile !" So ... You Say ... " Cool " ... But Here's The ... " Move " ... In PUBLIC ... She Now ... .... " IGNORES You " .... You ... " Do Your Do " ... But Then ... When You ... Start ... " Making Moves " ... With ... OTHER People ... In The ... Room .... Here It Comes ... !!!!! You KNOW The Move ... !!! She ... Makes A SCENE ... In Front Your Crew ... And STORMS Outside ... !!!!! But ... When We Leave ... She's ... Waiting There ... Wearing ... YES ... A ... CHEEKY Smile ... You ... Play It Out ... "What was that about ?" ... But Then She Starts ... To ... RUN HER MOUTH ... !!!!! That's ... When You Say ... "Okay, I'm out !" ... What Does She Do ... ? Stand There And ... " POUT " ... !?! Fellas ... Know The Coup ... .... " NO DOUBT " ... !!!!!! It's ... NOT JUST GIRLS ... But ... Fellas Too ... Who ... Sometimes Make ... These ... STUPID Moves ... !!!!!!!!! Which ... Brings Me Back ... To The ... " Question " ... ........ " Phew " ........ !!!!!!! The Things That People Sometimes ... DO .... ??? " Seem Strange To Me ... Don't They To ... YOU ? "

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Please let me hug you though I’m sure I need it more ahhh your sweet embrace

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC

susan-oreilly

Hugs

Please let me hug you though I’m sure I need it more ahhh your sweet embrace

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The daffodils are springing In the bloom, the pollen toss The bird sway as they sing I sense your touch in my all Take a little longer ahhh Take a little time Just forget to forge The gorge you left whole The pavement I step, rolling stones Each pierce my heart, the yesterday I am not a magician neither a mystic To foretell your heart strained desires Cascading motions or emotions Anticipated notions and collusions Erosion of the past demolish solutions Fainted resolution my contradiction

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Mar 25, 2016

Mar 25, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC

SassyJ

Pollen Toss (Acoustic Lyrics with Audio)

The daffodils are springing In the bloom, the pollen toss The bird sway as they sing I sense your touch in my all Take a little longer ahhh Take a little time Just forget to forge The gorge you left whole The pavement I step, rolling stones Each pierce my heart, the yesterday I am not a magician neither a mystic To foretell your heart strained desires Cascading motions or emotions Anticipated notions and collusions Erosion of the past demolish solutions Fainted resolution my contradiction

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Turgid tidal wave of pleasure white noise, Lust licking at the ***** Pyroplastic surge of red-meat raw-sex. blasting Blasting BLASTING! Blue calm, still lake, Sweet breath of life.

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Oct 22, 2012

Oct 22, 2012 at 8:54 AM UTC

stuart-lee

Ahhh...

Turgid tidal wave of pleasure white noise, Lust licking at the ***** Pyroplastic surge of red-meat raw-sex. blasting Blasting BLASTING! Blue calm, still lake, Sweet breath of life.

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“- Bacon sammich -” Ahhh, liddle green apple 'pon my plate, **** you ain't ever gonna satiate my hunger, lust, for something more, bacon sammich,,you know the score, Home made bread, cut nice n thick, full fat butter, ooh yea, that's the trick ! streaky bacon, with chewy rind just cut off, from a pig's behind, Fry it up, with a liddle oil but steady now, or it'll spoil, not too crisp, n not too brown coz it's a little rough, when going down, n to top it off, it's best of course to maybe add, a splash 'o sauce, So alas liddle apple, 'pon my plate I'm afraid for you, the bins your fate, at the risk of a liddle wife's disquiet it's a bacon sammich,,,,,fuck the diet. Alan nettleton.

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May 8, 2010

May 8, 2010 at 8:22 AM UTC

ObadiahGrey

“-Bacon sammich-”

“- Bacon sammich -” Ahhh, liddle green apple 'pon my plate, **** you ain't ever gonna satiate my hunger, lust, for something more, bacon sammich,,you know the score, Home made bread, cut nice n thick, full fat butter, ooh yea, that's the trick ! streaky bacon, with chewy rind just cut off, from a pig's behind, Fry it up, with a liddle oil but steady now, or it'll spoil, not too crisp, n not too brown coz it's a little rough, when going down, n to top it off, it's best of course to maybe add, a splash 'o sauce, So alas liddle apple, 'pon my plate I'm afraid for you, the bins your fate, at the risk of a liddle wife's disquiet it's a bacon sammich,,,,,fuck the diet. Alan nettleton.

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Earlier on tonight I came within this close of losing my life On Buckingham Palace Road. He was doing 50 and I wasn't wearing any lights. And like freshly cut spaghetti Relief took over fright The car drove past and the man had a face like this... But I was too busy thanking my lucky stars For coming out tonight. And if I'd died tonight, everyone would have said. "Ahhh what a shame. But...it was late at night and...and he didn't have any lights....so...y'know." And the man doing 50 would probably have said he was doing thirty and just didn't see me. I'd have hated to have died like that.

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Sep 21, 2011

Sep 21, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC

kevin-campbell-davidson

Bike Fright

Earlier on tonight I came within this close of losing my life On Buckingham Palace Road. He was doing 50 and I wasn't wearing any lights. And like freshly cut spaghetti Relief took over fright The car drove past and the man had a face like this... But I was too busy thanking my lucky stars For coming out tonight. And if I'd died tonight, everyone would have said. "Ahhh what a shame. But...it was late at night and...and he didn't have any lights....so...y'know." And the man doing 50 would probably have said he was doing thirty and just didn't see me. I'd have hated to have died like that.

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*My metamorphosis is now complete, love I'm a beautiful magnificent waterfall Come see me, my waters flow, flow, flow from majestic mountains way up high Down to rushing rivers below flowing, flowing, flowing, flowing, flowing where i eventually go splash, splash Splashing onto you, refreshing your skin cooling you from a blazing hot sun making you say oooh, ahhh, sigh*

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC

sunprincess

A Waterfall

*My metamorphosis is now complete, love I'm a beautiful magnificent waterfall Come see me, my waters flow, flow, flow from majestic mountains way up high Down to rushing rivers below flowing, flowing, flowing, flowing, flowing where i eventually go splash, splash Splashing onto you, refreshing your skin cooling you from a blazing hot sun making you say oooh, ahhh, sigh*

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Mmmmmm......Good Morning Honey......... Delightedly awakened by your lingual dexterity Opening your mouth to engulf its fullness ******* and slurping, hastening its juices From escaping and running down your chin. Its tangy nectar making your fingers slick and sticky A tighter grip you employ when it slips within your grasp The sound you're making is so ****** the fullness of your lips, so enticing, .....so....so Ah....ah............ahhh..........................aahhhhhh!!! I do so love it when you eat sweet peaches in the morning! Fancy a napkin? -----ChawzzyScript

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May 3, 2013

May 3, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC

chawzzyscript

Oral Ministrations

Mmmmmm......Good Morning Honey......... Delightedly awakened by your lingual dexterity Opening your mouth to engulf its fullness ******* and slurping, hastening its juices From escaping and running down your chin. Its tangy nectar making your fingers slick and sticky A tighter grip you employ when it slips within your grasp The sound you're making is so ****** the fullness of your lips, so enticing, .....so....so Ah....ah............ahhh..........................aahhhhhh!!! I do so love it when you eat sweet peaches in the morning! Fancy a napkin? -----ChawzzyScript

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GRANDFATHER CLOCK "When granda died he turned into a clock!" I was 7 or so, so this seemed an acceptable fact. "Oh we still kept him in the corner wound him up every night." I glanced at the nothing in the corner. There was only a slab of sunlight dozing. "Oh we had to pawn him a long time ago!" I gasped: "Noooo!" "Oh he had to go he had only one hand and his pendulum was broken." Sam the dog barks asks if I am coming out to play. I of course am coming out to play. Auntie Nellie scolds Uncle Michael. "For God's sake Mikey will ya ****** well stop!" Mikey sticks his tongue in cheek a characteristic tic. "Can't ya see the poor child is ejeet enough to believe ya!" Whenever later I chance to meet a clock that could be my granda I touch its face tenderly stroke the mottled glass "Ahhh Granda!" I smile giving him a great big hug. "TickTock!" says granda **** ****

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

GRANDFATHER CLOCK

GRANDFATHER CLOCK "When granda died he turned into a clock!" I was 7 or so, so this seemed an acceptable fact. "Oh we still kept him in the corner wound him up every night." I glanced at the nothing in the corner. There was only a slab of sunlight dozing. "Oh we had to pawn him a long time ago!" I gasped: "Noooo!" "Oh he had to go he had only one hand and his pendulum was broken." Sam the dog barks asks if I am coming out to play. I of course am coming out to play. Auntie Nellie scolds Uncle Michael. "For God's sake Mikey will ya ****** well stop!" Mikey sticks his tongue in cheek a characteristic tic. "Can't ya see the poor child is ejeet enough to believe ya!" Whenever later I chance to meet a clock that could be my granda I touch its face tenderly stroke the mottled glass "Ahhh Granda!" I smile giving him a great big hug. "TickTock!" says granda **** ****

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Infinitely Beautiful Is fall On this Heartwarming Day

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC

JustBe

Ahhh

Infinitely Beautiful Is fall On this Heartwarming Day

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Harvey sees the sun for the first time without history-- the worn leather, unshined shoes in closet, the ex-girls off the telephone-- the beams blow kisses, taunt, and beckon. Harvey folds a paper with half a sentence and puts it in his pocket-- "I'm too callused to love, too empty to be, a void..." he knows the end but doesn't write it. Harvey dreams of calm waters, salt, sundresses, and eager toenails hammered into sand. A waitress's reflection in the coffee shop glass shakes Harvey from trance. "Another cup?" she asks with a crowbar forehead. Harvey stares at her wrinkles, prying for exposition-- while her voice melts over innocent questions. Harvey thinks about taking her home. She'd talk of her ex-husband. They didn't have kids, but she wanted them. Harvey couldn't give her kids, but he could give her him-- a favor. She wouldn't die alone. "Did you hear me? Coffee?" He'd make her feel tall. She'd find new, fast-talking, book-n-tabloid-munching friends. Harvey would nod and "oooh" and "ahhh". Harvey would itch for wrecking ball. The waitress pours the cup despite his silence. "If you need anything, let me know." Harvey nods. The coffee shop contains the hustle of a mad race track. Elderlies at the bar, youngsters on the tile floor, moms and dads hoping to choke with each bite of doughnut. Harvey doesn't pay much attention to the other patrons. They are reds, yellows, blues, and noise to him. He unfolds the piece of a paper and writes, "I'm too callused to love, too empty to be, a void in search of a void to sink and share the blackness." He leaves a tip on the table. He pays the cashier. He leaves the colors and the noise. He crumples the paper, and gives it to the wind outside.

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May 4, 2012

May 4, 2012 at 12:43 AM UTC

jj-hutton

Self-examination

Harvey sees the sun for the first time without history-- the worn leather, unshined shoes in closet, the ex-girls off the telephone-- the beams blow kisses, taunt, and beckon. Harvey folds a paper with half a sentence and puts it in his pocket-- "I'm too callused to love, too empty to be, a void..." he knows the end but doesn't write it. Harvey dreams of calm waters, salt, sundresses, and eager toenails hammered into sand. A waitress's reflection in the coffee shop glass shakes Harvey from trance. "Another cup?" she asks with a crowbar forehead. Harvey stares at her wrinkles, prying for exposition-- while her voice melts over innocent questions. Harvey thinks about taking her home. She'd talk of her ex-husband. They didn't have kids, but she wanted them. Harvey couldn't give her kids, but he could give her him-- a favor. She wouldn't die alone. "Did you hear me? Coffee?" He'd make her feel tall. She'd find new, fast-talking, book-n-tabloid-munching friends. Harvey would nod and "oooh" and "ahhh". Harvey would itch for wrecking ball. The waitress pours the cup despite his silence. "If you need anything, let me know." Harvey nods. The coffee shop contains the hustle of a mad race track. Elderlies at the bar, youngsters on the tile floor, moms and dads hoping to choke with each bite of doughnut. Harvey doesn't pay much attention to the other patrons. They are reds, yellows, blues, and noise to him. He unfolds the piece of a paper and writes, "I'm too callused to love, too empty to be, a void in search of a void to sink and share the blackness." He leaves a tip on the table. He pays the cashier. He leaves the colors and the noise. He crumples the paper, and gives it to the wind outside.

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