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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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for Hazel and Joe Just walking the parrot Said the lady on the beach He's so shy you know this bright bird If he were to sit on my shoulder Seeing you children come toward him He'd fly off and away with the gannets So he stays safe in his basket Swinging on his perch to and fro Snacking on cuttlefish and a millet bar My son Steve brought him back from Belize He's been my companion four years this June No, he doesn't speak but he does a fine squark
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Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 3:39 AM UTC
nigel-morgan
Walking the Parrot
for Hazel and Joe Just walking the parrot Said the lady on the beach He's so shy you know this bright bird If he were to sit on my shoulder Seeing you children come toward him He'd fly off and away with the gannets So he stays safe in his basket Swinging on his perch to and fro Snacking on cuttlefish and a millet bar My son Steve brought him back from Belize He's been my companion four years this June No, he doesn't speak but he does a fine squark
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Romeo, Juliet They were better off dead For falling in love is just like getting shot in the head Come along, little fool What better way to learn the rules Than for someone to be cruel to you Miss Thelma and Louise Their spirits drift over Belize Lovers live forever and never learn to leave Mrs. Bonnie, Mr. Clyde Seems like everyone in love has died Not in each other's arms but by their side
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
jordan-rowan
Grave Crossed Lovers
Romeo, Juliet They were better off dead For falling in love is just like getting shot in the head Come along, little fool What better way to learn the rules Than for someone to be cruel to you Miss Thelma and Louise Their spirits drift over Belize Lovers live forever and never learn to leave Mrs. Bonnie, Mr. Clyde Seems like everyone in love has died Not in each other's arms but by their side
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Poems come from our inner pain, Bleeding out and down the drain, Pulling readers into our woe, Chilling hearts like falling snow. I will rebel against this trend And bring my whining to an end By listing blessings yet untold While I am well and growing old. First, let me thank the Lord above For giving wife and children that I love, And then for parents, growing old Who gave me principles to hold. And then for friends for staying true Across the years and distance, too. For work I've always found rewarding And health to work from early morning. For homes I've run to, needing rest, And roads to travel in the West, And opportunities to fly the distant breeze: Canada and China, West Coast and Belize. For clothing and for food in easy reach, For education and for students to teach, For restful nights and active days, For knowing where to send my praise.... Forgive me, Lord, ungrateful as I often am, And thank you, Father, once again, For grace and mercy, joy and peace And time to thank you for life's lease. Impossible for me to e'er repay, My thankfulness goes up today.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
don-bouchard
Thankful!
Poems come from our inner pain, Bleeding out and down the drain, Pulling readers into our woe, Chilling hearts like falling snow. I will rebel against this trend And bring my whining to an end By listing blessings yet untold While I am well and growing old. First, let me thank the Lord above For giving wife and children that I love, And then for parents, growing old Who gave me principles to hold. And then for friends for staying true Across the years and distance, too. For work I've always found rewarding And health to work from early morning. For homes I've run to, needing rest, And roads to travel in the West, And opportunities to fly the distant breeze: Canada and China, West Coast and Belize. For clothing and for food in easy reach, For education and for students to teach, For restful nights and active days, For knowing where to send my praise.... Forgive me, Lord, ungrateful as I often am, And thank you, Father, once again, For grace and mercy, joy and peace And time to thank you for life's lease. Impossible for me to e'er repay, My thankfulness goes up today.
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I'll Take Belize Please the water so blue in the caribbean sea I could almost see the reflection of me the palm trees with banana and coconut the man on the corner chewing a cigar **** the gentle breeze and sun so bright the only thing better than the cool soft night me friend Gomer he say to me I'd like to dive to find the perly I knew what he meant it must be so he thinks of the perl wherever he go in his straw brimmed hat drinking the *** he pick up his guitar and he begin to strum it was a song of cheer and a song of sad so glad he be here but still feeling bad he try to shake off saying oh what the hell swirling the *** in his coconut shell he still wanted to share this beautiful place he wished to see the smile on her face her long golden hair blowing in the wind the sand on her feet and then he grinned it was a thought that only he knew and maybe one other member of the crew an imaginary hug a gentle kiss fall to his knees if you don't mind he'll take Balize please Caribbean Joseph ....
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 7:42 PM UTC
david-nelson
I'll Take Belize Please
I'll Take Belize Please the water so blue in the caribbean sea I could almost see the reflection of me the palm trees with banana and coconut the man on the corner chewing a cigar **** the gentle breeze and sun so bright the only thing better than the cool soft night me friend Gomer he say to me I'd like to dive to find the perly I knew what he meant it must be so he thinks of the perl wherever he go in his straw brimmed hat drinking the *** he pick up his guitar and he begin to strum it was a song of cheer and a song of sad so glad he be here but still feeling bad he try to shake off saying oh what the hell swirling the *** in his coconut shell he still wanted to share this beautiful place he wished to see the smile on her face her long golden hair blowing in the wind the sand on her feet and then he grinned it was a thought that only he knew and maybe one other member of the crew an imaginary hug a gentle kiss fall to his knees if you don't mind he'll take Balize please Caribbean Joseph ....
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His home is an orphanage in downtown Belize. Triple-decker bunk beds topped with ***** stained mattresses fill each room. An abandoned 10 year old lies paralyzed on the floor; "Don't touch him. Nobody ever touches him." A small child covered in sores sleeps in a puddle of his own ***** I offer a container of pink Play-dough to a boy who proceeds to sculpt me changing the pink to brown with his ***** hands. When he is done, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. "What is your name?" "I'm Allen" He tells me about his dreams of leaving Belize and becoming a U.S. soldier. He tells me of how his mother, a **** addict, dropped him off at the doorstep when he was 8 years old and how he remembers the look of fear and disappointment in her eyes every time she looked at him and saw his father. His favorite color is blue. Together, we make bracelets with colorful beads, and as I stand to leave he hands me a pinkish-brown heart warm and sweaty from his ***** hands. And in return I hand Allen, and every child like him, my own heart red and ****** dedicated and passionate, foolishly and hopefully attempting to change the world.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 5:05 AM UTC
emily-watkins
For Allen
His home is an orphanage in downtown Belize. Triple-decker bunk beds topped with ***** stained mattresses fill each room. An abandoned 10 year old lies paralyzed on the floor; "Don't touch him. Nobody ever touches him." A small child covered in sores sleeps in a puddle of his own ***** I offer a container of pink Play-dough to a boy who proceeds to sculpt me changing the pink to brown with his ***** hands. When he is done, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. "What is your name?" "I'm Allen" He tells me about his dreams of leaving Belize and becoming a U.S. soldier. He tells me of how his mother, a **** addict, dropped him off at the doorstep when he was 8 years old and how he remembers the look of fear and disappointment in her eyes every time she looked at him and saw his father. His favorite color is blue. Together, we make bracelets with colorful beads, and as I stand to leave he hands me a pinkish-brown heart warm and sweaty from his ***** hands. And in return I hand Allen, and every child like him, my own heart red and ****** dedicated and passionate, foolishly and hopefully attempting to change the world.
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His home is an orphanage in downtown Belize. Triple-decker bunk beds topped with ***** stained mattresses fill each room. An abandoned 10 year old lies paralyzed on the floor; "Don't touch him. Nobody ever touches him." A small child covered in sores sleeps in a puddle of his own ***** I offer a container of pink Play-dough to a boy who proceeds to sculpt me changing the pink to brown with his ***** hands. "What is your name?" "I'm Allen" He tells me about his dreams of leaving Belize and becoming a U.S. soldier. He tells me of how his mother, a **** addict, dropped him off at the doorstep when he was 8 years old and how he remembers the look of fear and disappointment in her eyes every time she looked at him and saw his father looking back. His favorite color is blue. Together, we make bracelets with colorful beads, and as I stand to leave he hands me a pinkish-brown heart warm and sweaty from his ***** hands. And in return I hand Allen, and every child like him, my own heart red and ****** dedicated and passionate, foolishly and hopefully attempting to change the world.
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
emily-watkins-1
For Allen (Originally posted: December 3, 2012)
His home is an orphanage in downtown Belize. Triple-decker bunk beds topped with ***** stained mattresses fill each room. An abandoned 10 year old lies paralyzed on the floor; "Don't touch him. Nobody ever touches him." A small child covered in sores sleeps in a puddle of his own ***** I offer a container of pink Play-dough to a boy who proceeds to sculpt me changing the pink to brown with his ***** hands. "What is your name?" "I'm Allen" He tells me about his dreams of leaving Belize and becoming a U.S. soldier. He tells me of how his mother, a **** addict, dropped him off at the doorstep when he was 8 years old and how he remembers the look of fear and disappointment in her eyes every time she looked at him and saw his father looking back. His favorite color is blue. Together, we make bracelets with colorful beads, and as I stand to leave he hands me a pinkish-brown heart warm and sweaty from his ***** hands. And in return I hand Allen, and every child like him, my own heart red and ****** dedicated and passionate, foolishly and hopefully attempting to change the world.
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Surprise me! A sink, A toilet, A shower, A plastic can to leave soiled paper A cup to pour water On my sweaty self... I am eight again, Homesick at summer camp, Stuck powerless in time.
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
don-bouchard
Banos el Belize
Surprise me! A sink, A toilet, A shower, A plastic can to leave soiled paper A cup to pour water On my sweaty self... I am eight again, Homesick at summer camp, Stuck powerless in time.
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Anastasia was my friend her face was always pale she always wore a ribbon & her daddy went to yale she was the talk of all the playground the new girl always is excited, unready to settle like her coke-a-cola's fizz until she sat beside me & tapped me very slow "i want to run away," she said "but i don't know where to go" i too was quite unpleased "come and follow me" so there we packed our knapsacks and took off for Belize
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
velveteyes
*******
Anastasia was my friend her face was always pale she always wore a ribbon & her daddy went to yale she was the talk of all the playground the new girl always is excited, unready to settle like her coke-a-cola's fizz until she sat beside me & tapped me very slow "i want to run away," she said "but i don't know where to go" i too was quite unpleased "come and follow me" so there we packed our knapsacks and took off for Belize
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A single tear.from mother.Africa. Igbo ? Kenya. Jamaica. The.Caribbean diaspora. Warm.and.easy.... Belize....coool trade winds. Banana republic. UNU..IS WE UNU IS YOU. UNU is unity.
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
geno-cattouse-1
UNU. Just one word
A single tear.from mother.Africa. Igbo ? Kenya. Jamaica. The.Caribbean diaspora. Warm.and.easy.... Belize....coool trade winds. Banana republic. UNU..IS WE UNU IS YOU. UNU is unity.
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I went on a mission trip to help others. But I found my heart being changed and my life turning up-side-down by the ***** little hands holding mine and saw that I was not helping them. They were helping me.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 4:30 AM UTC
emily-watkins
Belize
I went on a mission trip to help others. But I found my heart being changed and my life turning up-side-down by the ***** little hands holding mine and saw that I was not helping them. They were helping me.
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Where the sky is as blue as CG special tinting reality to a sharpened point. The seas are. As warm as the womb.AMNIOTIC shock when I dive in. I can smell beauty in the cool trade winds. My god made paradise here Carried it away to parts unknown. My god. My lover set me free many years ago but I never returned to her tender Arms. I had forgotten her charms even while laying in her four post bed and running my hands slowly over silken skin. The thrill was gone. She is forgiving                        She looks at me with eyes that glisten. In the starlight. But time is not my ally. Soon I think she will deny me. A lover scorned.
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
geno-cattouse-1
Belize
Where the sky is as blue as CG special tinting reality to a sharpened point. The seas are. As warm as the womb.AMNIOTIC shock when I dive in. I can smell beauty in the cool trade winds. My god made paradise here Carried it away to parts unknown. My god. My lover set me free many years ago but I never returned to her tender Arms. I had forgotten her charms even while laying in her four post bed and running my hands slowly over silken skin. The thrill was gone. She is forgiving                        She looks at me with eyes that glisten. In the starlight. But time is not my ally. Soon I think she will deny me. A lover scorned.
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I’m white and black I am Belizean I remember feeling like a prisoner Locked up inside my own mind growing up I believe in God because, He saved me from major surgery a couple of months ago I value trust and honesty because; I didn’t see much of it in my family and neighborhood I am from Belize City and Los Angeles, California I come from God, He knows me better than I know myself I learned how to fight through boxing class, Now I back up what I say I am ambitious because, I am the loser that slipped through life’s cracks I’m like an Octopus: I multi task, I’m persistent and clever About how I peruse things I want I’m filled with joy and when I wake up every day I am a work of art, Chiseled from marble and granite Shannon Pollard ©May 2012
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
belizeanprofit
Where I’m from
I’m white and black I am Belizean I remember feeling like a prisoner Locked up inside my own mind growing up I believe in God because, He saved me from major surgery a couple of months ago I value trust and honesty because; I didn’t see much of it in my family and neighborhood I am from Belize City and Los Angeles, California I come from God, He knows me better than I know myself I learned how to fight through boxing class, Now I back up what I say I am ambitious because, I am the loser that slipped through life’s cracks I’m like an Octopus: I multi task, I’m persistent and clever About how I peruse things I want I’m filled with joy and when I wake up every day I am a work of art, Chiseled from marble and granite Shannon Pollard ©May 2012
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Fourteen years old on sensory overload. The evening news. Burn baby burn. Da bomb. Sauteed mushrooms. Drop drill in all the classrooms. Lesee. If I crawl under this wooden desk with hands over head then I wont end up toast ? Outa sight. Puff That Muthfkn dragon. He still got a condo by the sea ? I remember thinking how privileged and exciting to live in the USA. But. Burn baby burn. Watching late night reruns till the station signed off. No CNN then my fren. The Duke. Abbot and Costello meets The Mummy. Free T.V.That was a first for I. No T.V. In Belize. None. No gun violence either. Hmmm. My Lai. The Panther Answer.
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 2:35 PM UTC
geno-cattouse-1
The Nam #2
Fourteen years old on sensory overload. The evening news. Burn baby burn. Da bomb. Sauteed mushrooms. Drop drill in all the classrooms. Lesee. If I crawl under this wooden desk with hands over head then I wont end up toast ? Outa sight. Puff That Muthfkn dragon. He still got a condo by the sea ? I remember thinking how privileged and exciting to live in the USA. But. Burn baby burn. Watching late night reruns till the station signed off. No CNN then my fren. The Duke. Abbot and Costello meets The Mummy. Free T.V.That was a first for I. No T.V. In Belize. None. No gun violence either. Hmmm. My Lai. The Panther Answer.
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An Infinite number of Monkeys, furiously typing away, provided with paper and ribbon would, in time,write Shakespeare's plays. Off-shoring and Corporate mergers, Massive layoffs, death and disease, plus the lack of typewriter repairmen Decimated those bard-chimpanzees. Instead of that infinite number these days I'm afraid it's just me churning out corrupt Shakespeare Quartos titled "Piglet, the Prince of Belize"
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 9:11 AM UTC
john-f-mccullagh
Infinite Jest
An Infinite number of Monkeys, furiously typing away, provided with paper and ribbon would, in time,write Shakespeare's plays. Off-shoring and Corporate mergers, Massive layoffs, death and disease, plus the lack of typewriter repairmen Decimated those bard-chimpanzees. Instead of that infinite number these days I'm afraid it's just me churning out corrupt Shakespeare Quartos titled "Piglet, the Prince of Belize"
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Started with gold-plated meals and religious heels Felt like heaven was real Then why I am in the mirror using conceal Maldives By day Belize when you say In Madison Square where you keep me boxed if I stray For freedom, I have to start with “May,” Mother stretched her hand to not get met Countless reports stopped after the first check Your life can’t be in danger if you commute on private jets Burberry shades when he’s most scary So my trauma doesn’t connect As soon as I finally collect from my war wounds, it’s turned into show tunes Like, “ Where are all these hiding bathrooms, when you are out taking pics in Cancun?” No matter how viral, there will be an audience that says,” I never a ran mile until my lifestyle went down the Nile.”
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May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
Mac616
Assault over the Ring
Started with gold-plated meals and religious heels Felt like heaven was real Then why I am in the mirror using conceal Maldives By day Belize when you say In Madison Square where you keep me boxed if I stray For freedom, I have to start with “May,” Mother stretched her hand to not get met Countless reports stopped after the first check Your life can’t be in danger if you commute on private jets Burberry shades when he’s most scary So my trauma doesn’t connect As soon as I finally collect from my war wounds, it’s turned into show tunes Like, “ Where are all these hiding bathrooms, when you are out taking pics in Cancun?” No matter how viral, there will be an audience that says,” I never a ran mile until my lifestyle went down the Nile.”
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in my dream i'm on a plane beside a horse without a mane and out the window only sky the color of No... as deep as kites And there was a boy his name was Yes and he held a rope he stole from the dead the aisle was lightning speaking in tongues the flight had arrived but the captain was gone... and i heard the wind condemn the lit fuse and the wings were clipped and the stars removed the ghost of Jack Benny had swallowed the key that opened the box he left in Belize [ and ] i sat in flames and enjoyed a cigar and i lit the ****** thing to see in the fog there was a girl kept from the pilot she was a threat and you knew that she liked it long in the tooth but wrong for the mouth i never heard what each hell was about but everything changed the plane had landed in the palm of a glass hand random - Oh... we had absinthe, guilt - and candles sand in our wounds but only one camel i sat for days in the night and dreamt it drank from the fuselage of my symptoms strode across miles and miles of inches doubting horizons the sun had believed in then you crossed my path in a chasm told me to open my eyes if i had 'em then you laughed and it came out backwards stole my joke then you left what you asked for... saving my life
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 12:36 PM UTC
third-eye-candy
Rain is Darts
in my dream i'm on a plane beside a horse without a mane and out the window only sky the color of No... as deep as kites And there was a boy his name was Yes and he held a rope he stole from the dead the aisle was lightning speaking in tongues the flight had arrived but the captain was gone... and i heard the wind condemn the lit fuse and the wings were clipped and the stars removed the ghost of Jack Benny had swallowed the key that opened the box he left in Belize [ and ] i sat in flames and enjoyed a cigar and i lit the ****** thing to see in the fog there was a girl kept from the pilot she was a threat and you knew that she liked it long in the tooth but wrong for the mouth i never heard what each hell was about but everything changed the plane had landed in the palm of a glass hand random - Oh... we had absinthe, guilt - and candles sand in our wounds but only one camel i sat for days in the night and dreamt it drank from the fuselage of my symptoms strode across miles and miles of inches doubting horizons the sun had believed in then you crossed my path in a chasm told me to open my eyes if i had 'em then you laughed and it came out backwards stole my joke then you left what you asked for... saving my life
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So come everybody throw ya hands In the air for me If y'all feelin this jubilee O yea so lets get back to the actions Satisfaction Of celebrities got ya main attraction No actin I'm packing Gats to baseball bats and who dat? Call me poetry wack splat Goes through ya back bullet hole Filljn those Empty spots ya can't touc what's hot I got reps like birdie Above the rim lace blunt with traces Of v slims Who can stop me if my potency Is near infinite I'm embedded in ya melon eternally Too cool for y'all to see I be With this jubilee a juvenile Born in the wild never smiled as child All I wanted was a few toys from micky ds Could barely afford cheese Make tracks sneeze when I breath Got thick chicks from here all the way to Belize Please don't be ignorant Just throw ya hands up to this anthem Ya can't phantom The jubilee is slammin- Come on Not that the time is right Refocused my sight the black knight Knocking outsights now ya braille as **** for trynA **** with The m o b s t e r ghetto star All hands on the r Ruger luger quick to shoot ya scoop ya Out of the scene like ice cream One man team Don't need a **** near friend in need Please believe I got backups like traffic Hit the skins is automatic cuz static To radio station they hate me Cuz I don't participate in ******** I'm concerned with These ***** *** punks running politics Donald Trump I gotta automatic thAt loves to dump Throw his *** in the trunk Puff skunks I'm slammin on the gas Like an alley oopp dunk full of ***** Dikes to lesbians all want a piece of me I ain't cocky but stocky like Rocky Picket pock me ill find thee Restin peace to my enemies That couldn't get to me I'm hater proof so y'all just throw ya hands in the air for me And represent this jubilee ahh. Come on
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
Ru7hl355_Gangsta
Jubilee
So come everybody throw ya hands In the air for me If y'all feelin this jubilee O yea so lets get back to the actions Satisfaction Of celebrities got ya main attraction No actin I'm packing Gats to baseball bats and who dat? Call me poetry wack splat Goes through ya back bullet hole Filljn those Empty spots ya can't touc what's hot I got reps like birdie Above the rim lace blunt with traces Of v slims Who can stop me if my potency Is near infinite I'm embedded in ya melon eternally Too cool for y'all to see I be With this jubilee a juvenile Born in the wild never smiled as child All I wanted was a few toys from micky ds Could barely afford cheese Make tracks sneeze when I breath Got thick chicks from here all the way to Belize Please don't be ignorant Just throw ya hands up to this anthem Ya can't phantom The jubilee is slammin- Come on Not that the time is right Refocused my sight the black knight Knocking outsights now ya braille as **** for trynA **** with The m o b s t e r ghetto star All hands on the r Ruger luger quick to shoot ya scoop ya Out of the scene like ice cream One man team Don't need a **** near friend in need Please believe I got backups like traffic Hit the skins is automatic cuz static To radio station they hate me Cuz I don't participate in ******** I'm concerned with These ***** *** punks running politics Donald Trump I gotta automatic thAt loves to dump Throw his *** in the trunk Puff skunks I'm slammin on the gas Like an alley oopp dunk full of ***** Dikes to lesbians all want a piece of me I ain't cocky but stocky like Rocky Picket pock me ill find thee Restin peace to my enemies That couldn't get to me I'm hater proof so y'all just throw ya hands in the air for me And represent this jubilee ahh. Come on
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Left bank beards in Beat hotel rooms, a boulangerie breakfast down the street and to the left, and for lunch fresh baked bread and brie. Letters sent home to fathers and mothers singing sweet serenades of Paris dressed up in autumn shades, cheques for the royalties that'll get them to Belize to write and swoon, chat up ladies in the early afternoon; where hotel fees that are treble those in the 5th, bookshop stalls that'll never be found another closing-down-establishment myth. They were climbing with oxygen long before we came along, base camp poems written under floor lamplight right before the eyes of others. Jett powered prose and wine in the light sleight-of-hand punctuation and uptight editors looking for finer narration.
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
tim-knight
Cambridge Is No Paris, Yet Fine Wine Exists
Left bank beards in Beat hotel rooms, a boulangerie breakfast down the street and to the left, and for lunch fresh baked bread and brie. Letters sent home to fathers and mothers singing sweet serenades of Paris dressed up in autumn shades, cheques for the royalties that'll get them to Belize to write and swoon, chat up ladies in the early afternoon; where hotel fees that are treble those in the 5th, bookshop stalls that'll never be found another closing-down-establishment myth. They were climbing with oxygen long before we came along, base camp poems written under floor lamplight right before the eyes of others. Jett powered prose and wine in the light sleight-of-hand punctuation and uptight editors looking for finer narration.
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Here.you can have this one easy, I wont struggle i wont even look.Here you can sharpen your pencil and jot me down in the book.Here....... cant spell CAT less I give C and T to U. And you think creation bubbles and boils in you. Sad sack of !!!. .....When I wanted my turn? oh no, you were way to busy reading tea leaves, mumbling mantras,consulting the zodiac Now you want me to rub your head and tuck you in bed,pull your blanky chin high and then tuck it, Hmm, too easy. Verses with curses, you call that a poem ? Here. right here between the C and the T. good boy. Now. Shall we begin the beguine. There once was a man from Belize Who was stung by the poetry bees. He read books to distraction But couldn't get traction less I pushed for action To clear up his those from his these..Duh So Here. go visit Nantucket. Dont forget to take a bucket !!!. Next stop Limerick. Here we go again. Next time I crawl back try to at least offer me chair. A " hey dude it's good to see you" or I swear I'm off again like a ***** shirt. Just you and that keyboard and blinky the cursor.Blink, blink, blink................ There.I finally got that unchested. Feel so much better now, so Here take a letter now. Here you can have this one easy.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
geno-cattouse-1
Ostinato
Here.you can have this one easy, I wont struggle i wont even look.Here you can sharpen your pencil and jot me down in the book.Here....... cant spell CAT less I give C and T to U. And you think creation bubbles and boils in you. Sad sack of !!!. .....When I wanted my turn? oh no, you were way to busy reading tea leaves, mumbling mantras,consulting the zodiac Now you want me to rub your head and tuck you in bed,pull your blanky chin high and then tuck it, Hmm, too easy. Verses with curses, you call that a poem ? Here. right here between the C and the T. good boy. Now. Shall we begin the beguine. There once was a man from Belize Who was stung by the poetry bees. He read books to distraction But couldn't get traction less I pushed for action To clear up his those from his these..Duh So Here. go visit Nantucket. Dont forget to take a bucket !!!. Next stop Limerick. Here we go again. Next time I crawl back try to at least offer me chair. A " hey dude it's good to see you" or I swear I'm off again like a ***** shirt. Just you and that keyboard and blinky the cursor.Blink, blink, blink................ There.I finally got that unchested. Feel so much better now, so Here take a letter now. Here you can have this one easy.
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My rages Tearing pages Going Cray Ripping pages My flow Changing phases Amazes On stages Front row Front pages Your rapping, verbally attacking Any Enemy slacking Riff Raff'em Taking charge Like a captain Ice challenge Chilling living lavish Way Above average About to fix me a samwich Let us with cabbage Went H.A.M. Over some beef Got bread Hand some  cheese Hate spam Love trees Cool breeze In Belize Blowing Lush Kush In blush trees Across seas They love me See a tree huggers bush Land and strip; No leaves I'm cooler than an oldies, in his ****** Eating Coco puffs watching ice-t In a wife-tee, drinking iced ice-t. Spiking spike, while playing Exite Bike on an old PC Laughing so hard I *** *** I wish you Could see me On HD with an HD With At&T; Getting my P.H.D. Figure it out Too late Quarter past three Then they Passed me
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Styles
Freestyle Flow
My rages Tearing pages Going Cray Ripping pages My flow Changing phases Amazes On stages Front row Front pages Your rapping, verbally attacking Any Enemy slacking Riff Raff'em Taking charge Like a captain Ice challenge Chilling living lavish Way Above average About to fix me a samwich Let us with cabbage Went H.A.M. Over some beef Got bread Hand some  cheese Hate spam Love trees Cool breeze In Belize Blowing Lush Kush In blush trees Across seas They love me See a tree huggers bush Land and strip; No leaves I'm cooler than an oldies, in his ****** Eating Coco puffs watching ice-t In a wife-tee, drinking iced ice-t. Spiking spike, while playing Exite Bike on an old PC Laughing so hard I *** *** I wish you Could see me On HD with an HD With At&T; Getting my P.H.D. Figure it out Too late Quarter past three Then they Passed me
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The speckled puffer fish was a greedy scavenger a greedy thing with no agenda but to grab the hook I used to hate to touch them.Big black eyes staring Huge gopher teeth bare and sharp. I was Huck Fin Carribean Bare foot and rural as heck Dirt ring around my neck The dusty roads humid. The sweltering heat and the river would meet us in the mangrove Forrest as we walked the Picado road to river's edge. A cranky dory sat tied of for our convenience with a paddle or two. We pushed of and fought the tide to get us safe to the other side. Aunt Doris would stand with' arm akimbo a cigarette burning between index and middle a tiny smile stayed put. The  Muttruce , as we named it Flourished because no one would eat it so the river teemed with catfish and puffy. we did not eat catfish either some cultural bias. Lucky cat but that bias died when the market for him found Belize. Scary little blacked eyed buck toothed ******* Dont know if they are on someones menu now. They seemed a bit scarce last time i fished. high priced export on the orient express I guess. Price of popularity is no privacy eaten to extinction. Head up , eyes open mouth closed.
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
geno-cattouse-1
Pulmones (Lungs)
The speckled puffer fish was a greedy scavenger a greedy thing with no agenda but to grab the hook I used to hate to touch them.Big black eyes staring Huge gopher teeth bare and sharp. I was Huck Fin Carribean Bare foot and rural as heck Dirt ring around my neck The dusty roads humid. The sweltering heat and the river would meet us in the mangrove Forrest as we walked the Picado road to river's edge. A cranky dory sat tied of for our convenience with a paddle or two. We pushed of and fought the tide to get us safe to the other side. Aunt Doris would stand with' arm akimbo a cigarette burning between index and middle a tiny smile stayed put. The  Muttruce , as we named it Flourished because no one would eat it so the river teemed with catfish and puffy. we did not eat catfish either some cultural bias. Lucky cat but that bias died when the market for him found Belize. Scary little blacked eyed buck toothed ******* Dont know if they are on someones menu now. They seemed a bit scarce last time i fished. high priced export on the orient express I guess. Price of popularity is no privacy eaten to extinction. Head up , eyes open mouth closed.
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Everyone was getting drunker by the minute, with the models beginning to fall all over themselves. I spotted Leo DiCaprio, ask him about his island in Belize. “What are you going to do with your island man?” “I don’t know bro.”, Leo replied, “Well you should let me run it.”, I suggested, Leo laughed with eyes as red as wild fire, he tilted his head back, his temple changing color, from the combination of the club lights and the mushrooms I was on, to my surprise he accepted my suggestion, “Okay you can run it, but what do you want to do with it?”... from The H Trilogy Volume 1 7/7/16 ∆
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
aaronlalux
48 Hours In Hollywood
Everyone was getting drunker by the minute, with the models beginning to fall all over themselves. I spotted Leo DiCaprio, ask him about his island in Belize. “What are you going to do with your island man?” “I don’t know bro.”, Leo replied, “Well you should let me run it.”, I suggested, Leo laughed with eyes as red as wild fire, he tilted his head back, his temple changing color, from the combination of the club lights and the mushrooms I was on, to my surprise he accepted my suggestion, “Okay you can run it, but what do you want to do with it?”... from The H Trilogy Volume 1 7/7/16 ∆
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I love you I love the way you can see right through me I love the way you call me on my masks that you know aren’t true I will always love you can’t you see I’d like to say I fell in love with you at first sight But that would be a lie And now to how I’ll shed some light No it might not have been love at first sight But then again I hadn’t really seen you until that one night From that night on I always wanted to hold you tight And protect you with all my might You see it all started with those long summer nights Talking from dusk till dawn I was in the dark and you were my light Towards you I was clearly drawn It started with a slight feeling Whenever I was talking to you I didn’t quite understand with what I was dealing But for each day we talked the feeling grew stronger and it intentions true I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life And ended up hurting you It was killing me knowing that I was filling you with strife After to long of a wait I knew what I had to do I did what was right I let you fully into my life Since then you have been in my thoughts ever since that night And to you I gave my heart to hold for the rest of my life Then came a night that I had been waiting for What night why prom of course It didn’t matter how small the floor For there was few slow songs of that there is remorse Before long it was time for Belize I was so excited for a week with you But there was such a torture set in place I couldn’t believe To hold you tight I couldn’t do Now it’s almost a year Man how time flew And As I look back through time in my magic mirror I know I will forever want to be with you.
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Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 12:59 AM UTC
andrew-ciaciuch
I love you
I love you I love the way you can see right through me I love the way you call me on my masks that you know aren’t true I will always love you can’t you see I’d like to say I fell in love with you at first sight But that would be a lie And now to how I’ll shed some light No it might not have been love at first sight But then again I hadn’t really seen you until that one night From that night on I always wanted to hold you tight And protect you with all my might You see it all started with those long summer nights Talking from dusk till dawn I was in the dark and you were my light Towards you I was clearly drawn It started with a slight feeling Whenever I was talking to you I didn’t quite understand with what I was dealing But for each day we talked the feeling grew stronger and it intentions true I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life And ended up hurting you It was killing me knowing that I was filling you with strife After to long of a wait I knew what I had to do I did what was right I let you fully into my life Since then you have been in my thoughts ever since that night And to you I gave my heart to hold for the rest of my life Then came a night that I had been waiting for What night why prom of course It didn’t matter how small the floor For there was few slow songs of that there is remorse Before long it was time for Belize I was so excited for a week with you But there was such a torture set in place I couldn’t believe To hold you tight I couldn’t do Now it’s almost a year Man how time flew And As I look back through time in my magic mirror I know I will forever want to be with you.
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Look upon the shanty town of plenty town where 'those' people live and those who have will seldom give, In shanty town we barely survive on humbleness and outright lies. Look, now comes the infantry, marching three by three. What is it that they see ? but more and more, they've seen it all a thousand times before, poverty in every doorway. No gay hussars ,these infantry, they come not to set 'those' people free but to shoot them down. The don in his board and gown may be bright and know a deal but this is the place where his hypothesis is real and lives are at stake. In Oxford where they take a break from studies which the privileged make their own,then go home and make some English tea, I guess that's being free, for a fee, but we don't want no chi We Just want a chance to fly as high as others ,who in shanty town would want to do the same? From Belize or from Tobruk,Brighton,Glasgow we don't give a flying... tuck your wings in guys and watch the bullets fly, watch your dreams die hear your kids cry nothing's changed except the rules.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
john-edward-smallshaw
The ruins.
Look upon the shanty town of plenty town where 'those' people live and those who have will seldom give, In shanty town we barely survive on humbleness and outright lies. Look, now comes the infantry, marching three by three. What is it that they see ? but more and more, they've seen it all a thousand times before, poverty in every doorway. No gay hussars ,these infantry, they come not to set 'those' people free but to shoot them down. The don in his board and gown may be bright and know a deal but this is the place where his hypothesis is real and lives are at stake. In Oxford where they take a break from studies which the privileged make their own,then go home and make some English tea, I guess that's being free, for a fee, but we don't want no chi We Just want a chance to fly as high as others ,who in shanty town would want to do the same? From Belize or from Tobruk,Brighton,Glasgow we don't give a flying... tuck your wings in guys and watch the bullets fly, watch your dreams die hear your kids cry nothing's changed except the rules.
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