"belter" poems - Hello Poetry

Out of a **** he made Great Art It was no ordinary **** no! It was straight from the heart, that **** It had lain too long in the dark Now was it's time to start To make its bid for freedom... and for stardom. It flew like a dart that **** from the heart Like an arrow strung from Cupids bow Little did it know how luminous it'd glow Becoming one of the Greats in the Farting Canon. It was probably the greatest **** poem ever written In my own humble opinion It was very daring and it smelt of onion It was certainly the fairest fartiest poem I ever seen If it was one of the three Musketeers It would have to have been D'artagoine. It inflated like a balloon, blew up like a great glass bubble Then it popped and headed off toward England Flying further afield than any **** had ever flown It touched people's hearts, bewitched every nation Resounded around the world Yea! was heard in every Kingdom. It flew long, it rounded the Horn Like a Lark, that **** it soared and sung It was no boring old **** It was far fartier and fruiter than that It was a King of Farts Way above the fartiest of farters and all the farting Arthurs It was the real King Arthur The King Arthur of all farts and Farters. A real Belter was that **** that came from the heart That had all the Angels singing in their cloisters, A real work of Art just like Mozart Or remember... remember your Shakespeare "Hark! A **** a **** Whereforth art ? Thou **** It played its part, that **** yea! it wielded its Excalibur. O! there's nothing I'd rather do than lie here blowing sweet bubbles next to you You! on your little flutey flute flute and Me! on my big Bass Trombone.

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Jul 24, 2020

Jul 24, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC

bardo

Out of a **** he made Great Art

Out of a **** he made Great Art It was no ordinary **** no! It was straight from the heart, that **** It had lain too long in the dark Now was it's time to start To make its bid for freedom... and for stardom. It flew like a dart that **** from the heart Like an arrow strung from Cupids bow Little did it know how luminous it'd glow Becoming one of the Greats in the Farting Canon. It was probably the greatest **** poem ever written In my own humble opinion It was very daring and it smelt of onion It was certainly the fairest fartiest poem I ever seen If it was one of the three Musketeers It would have to have been D'artagoine. It inflated like a balloon, blew up like a great glass bubble Then it popped and headed off toward England Flying further afield than any **** had ever flown It touched people's hearts, bewitched every nation Resounded around the world Yea! was heard in every Kingdom. It flew long, it rounded the Horn Like a Lark, that **** it soared and sung It was no boring old **** It was far fartier and fruiter than that It was a King of Farts Way above the fartiest of farters and all the farting Arthurs It was the real King Arthur The King Arthur of all farts and Farters. A real Belter was that **** that came from the heart That had all the Angels singing in their cloisters, A real work of Art just like Mozart Or remember... remember your Shakespeare "Hark! A **** a **** Whereforth art ? Thou **** It played its part, that **** yea! it wielded its Excalibur. O! there's nothing I'd rather do than lie here blowing sweet bubbles next to you You! on your little flutey flute flute and Me! on my big Bass Trombone.

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Wouldn't wanna Write this Witty But the ice of sorrow that runs through my spine brought me this Mourning a Lad of high dignity Who his demise would never let our heart rest in Peace We got to meet like a Demon meets a Monster Journey of fate brought us together Our introduction, sweet like a Pasta He was struggling with the pains of the throat that hurts deeper Phoenix was a Rapper that murders millions His punch lines like the roar of the Lions Loving human with the smiles of the gods His character cuts the joy through many minds like swords I would never forget un-made Lawyer who walks like a dancing Momma Soul of an Angel A gem on whom U'll never commit Libel As virtues men they say partly go And whisper to their Soul to go So did you fly pass us like the moving spears So sad, really made our emotion shed tears No mouth wholly can say about your exit Because every word would render the reason for you to stay a Legit You are not yet a Metushella Nor the greatest man that has ever lived in the quarter You were ripped off like a broken egg The bitterness of your departure in our heart a peg Never the last in taekwando A Black-belter the world would ever know Run faster, not faster than the heaven's gate Eat Bro, not further than your ancestors ate The Earth would have preferred you stayed so late But the fellow Angels that awaits you would definitely hate Ocean of tears from the girth of our eyes can't wash off this thunderous pains No sound, not even the roar of dynamite can overcome this silent nights But can our might bring you back out here again? So we accept the grace to dine with the FATE We certainly lost the chance of holding hands with you on the high-ways Nor the pleasure of sharing a Goodbye on the parting-ways Forever gone are the moments of pillow dialogue days So into the air we share our blessing till our meeting days Eat not the pedes Nor the worm that crawls at the Heaven bay But dine with the dead-and-gone Legends of ages Rest in the ***** of most High till the judgement day

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC

adesumbo

A Titan left Us

Wouldn't wanna Write this Witty But the ice of sorrow that runs through my spine brought me this Mourning a Lad of high dignity Who his demise would never let our heart rest in Peace We got to meet like a Demon meets a Monster Journey of fate brought us together Our introduction, sweet like a Pasta He was struggling with the pains of the throat that hurts deeper Phoenix was a Rapper that murders millions His punch lines like the roar of the Lions Loving human with the smiles of the gods His character cuts the joy through many minds like swords I would never forget un-made Lawyer who walks like a dancing Momma Soul of an Angel A gem on whom U'll never commit Libel As virtues men they say partly go And whisper to their Soul to go So did you fly pass us like the moving spears So sad, really made our emotion shed tears No mouth wholly can say about your exit Because every word would render the reason for you to stay a Legit You are not yet a Metushella Nor the greatest man that has ever lived in the quarter You were ripped off like a broken egg The bitterness of your departure in our heart a peg Never the last in taekwando A Black-belter the world would ever know Run faster, not faster than the heaven's gate Eat Bro, not further than your ancestors ate The Earth would have preferred you stayed so late But the fellow Angels that awaits you would definitely hate Ocean of tears from the girth of our eyes can't wash off this thunderous pains No sound, not even the roar of dynamite can overcome this silent nights But can our might bring you back out here again? So we accept the grace to dine with the FATE We certainly lost the chance of holding hands with you on the high-ways Nor the pleasure of sharing a Goodbye on the parting-ways Forever gone are the moments of pillow dialogue days So into the air we share our blessing till our meeting days Eat not the pedes Nor the worm that crawls at the Heaven bay But dine with the dead-and-gone Legends of ages Rest in the ***** of most High till the judgement day

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Sunday came, She's leaving fast, My days off nearly done, For tomorrow my quill will rest a tad, Until the evening comes, Spent good moments writing, Through the moments that I had, In the morning after dawn breaks, When work she calls me loudly, The alarm shouts up, Rudely in annoyance, While waiting for my own obedience, Off I dash again, Virtually I sit and write, Praying for refreshing rain, I am dreading it, For no doubt, I shall sit and swelter, Through this heatwave, Such a belter, I shall try to hide away, While working through this hell fired day! No chance of that I can't escape, There is nowhere to hide, I will be there with my sweet, sweet smile, Despite the fact this heat is vile, I will survive and soldier on until this awful, Sunshine's heat is gone! Great while lounging on the bed, Otherwise this stifling heat, Is making me feel dead! By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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Jul 21, 2013

Jul 21, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC

olivia-kent

Work Tomorrow!

Sunday came, She's leaving fast, My days off nearly done, For tomorrow my quill will rest a tad, Until the evening comes, Spent good moments writing, Through the moments that I had, In the morning after dawn breaks, When work she calls me loudly, The alarm shouts up, Rudely in annoyance, While waiting for my own obedience, Off I dash again, Virtually I sit and write, Praying for refreshing rain, I am dreading it, For no doubt, I shall sit and swelter, Through this heatwave, Such a belter, I shall try to hide away, While working through this hell fired day! No chance of that I can't escape, There is nowhere to hide, I will be there with my sweet, sweet smile, Despite the fact this heat is vile, I will survive and soldier on until this awful, Sunshine's heat is gone! Great while lounging on the bed, Otherwise this stifling heat, Is making me feel dead! By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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Recruitment is a difficult job Surely, everyone knows that It is like chasing a target of 350 in 50 overs However, when you are hiring Investment Bankers The target remains the same But the pitch, which is a belter as of now Suddenly acquires a greenish hue And the ball starts swinging and seaming One mistake, and you are back to the pavilion Meanwhile, the asking rate keeps climbing Thus, the pressure keeps building Yes, that's how tricky Investment Bankers are At least as far as India is concerned However, European Investment Bankers are a different ballgame altogether The target continues to be the same As does the nature of the pitch However, now you have to chase the target in 40 overs!! Well, you decide to steel yourself To bat out of your skins And do manage to hit a few ***** out of the park However, your joy is short-lived As you go for one boundary too many Only to get caught at deep square leg More and more batsmen follow And try their level best To keep the required run rate under control But the wickets keep tumbling Meanwhile, your last hope, Hardik Pandya, arrives at the crease And takes the game by the scruff of the neck While at the other end, Virat Kohli stands strong And the pair manage to build a partnership of 100 However, the European I-Bankers end up having the last laugh As Virat gets run out While going for a quick single And Hardik goes for a maximum Only to get caught Just inside the boundary line By now, you know, as do the European I-Bankers That the game is well and truly up Unless a miracle happens Well, all you can say Is "Better Luck next time" Also, welcome to the world of hiring European Investment Bankers

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Aug 1, 2023

Aug 1, 2023 at 2:43 AM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

Chasing European Investment Bankers

Recruitment is a difficult job Surely, everyone knows that It is like chasing a target of 350 in 50 overs However, when you are hiring Investment Bankers The target remains the same But the pitch, which is a belter as of now Suddenly acquires a greenish hue And the ball starts swinging and seaming One mistake, and you are back to the pavilion Meanwhile, the asking rate keeps climbing Thus, the pressure keeps building Yes, that's how tricky Investment Bankers are At least as far as India is concerned However, European Investment Bankers are a different ballgame altogether The target continues to be the same As does the nature of the pitch However, now you have to chase the target in 40 overs!! Well, you decide to steel yourself To bat out of your skins And do manage to hit a few ***** out of the park However, your joy is short-lived As you go for one boundary too many Only to get caught at deep square leg More and more batsmen follow And try their level best To keep the required run rate under control But the wickets keep tumbling Meanwhile, your last hope, Hardik Pandya, arrives at the crease And takes the game by the scruff of the neck While at the other end, Virat Kohli stands strong And the pair manage to build a partnership of 100 However, the European I-Bankers end up having the last laugh As Virat gets run out While going for a quick single And Hardik goes for a maximum Only to get caught Just inside the boundary line By now, you know, as do the European I-Bankers That the game is well and truly up Unless a miracle happens Well, all you can say Is "Better Luck next time" Also, welcome to the world of hiring European Investment Bankers

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The figure moved; "let by gones be by gones n'all" called the other reaching for gun. Shadow flashed, eyes witnessed unsong; "bound soul flitting shade bound, n'all!" gun sung. As the bank clerk accosted sought shelter, the barrelled void looked on with glee. Happy? What a time to shine we've a belter, and I'll betch ya bare presents from me. Animate beings the devils in deets Replete we so are and we suffer. In-animacy, the terms quite discreet, and our ignorance hampers our buffer. For guns everywhere, unloading despair, pushing and crushing; the barrels grim stare.

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Dec 11, 2017

Dec 11, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC

PolttimoOlen

Gun-Running

The figure moved; "let by gones be by gones n'all" called the other reaching for gun. Shadow flashed, eyes witnessed unsong; "bound soul flitting shade bound, n'all!" gun sung. As the bank clerk accosted sought shelter, the barrelled void looked on with glee. Happy? What a time to shine we've a belter, and I'll betch ya bare presents from me. Animate beings the devils in deets Replete we so are and we suffer. In-animacy, the terms quite discreet, and our ignorance hampers our buffer. For guns everywhere, unloading despair, pushing and crushing; the barrels grim stare.

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kuxaku: mi ta kom sif da moshisolo ando felota, felota, felota naterash wit pensating mi fo wa Belte mogut. depelesh mi wanya go; im wa pelesh sefesowng wit sownte mali unte tim fo kopeng mi fo sasa du amolof foriya. depelesh kopeng mi kang sasa feriting fo kowlmang unte imalowda malimang amash mi ando felota unte mi gonya pensa fo wa Belte wit feriting.

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Jan 9, 2021

Jan 9, 2021 at 7:30 PM UTC

highroad

Utopian Wishes (in Belter Creole, the language in the show The Expanse)

kuxaku: mi ta kom sif da moshisolo ando felota, felota, felota naterash wit pensating mi fo wa Belte mogut. depelesh mi wanya go; im wa pelesh sefesowng wit sownte mali unte tim fo kopeng mi fo sasa du amolof foriya. depelesh kopeng mi kang sasa feriting fo kowlmang unte imalowda malimang amash mi ando felota unte mi gonya pensa fo wa Belte wit feriting.

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Every afternoon on their way back from school, they get a ball and start booting it across the park opposite my house, ****** crimson ties slack around their necks, black uniform untucked. Kim comes at half three, asks if I’m doing ‘all right’? Not bad. An episode of Minder’s on the box, teeth popping globes of green grapes bought when in town. Then, an electrocution, a name. Ted. His features start to swim in my head. Next week marks fifteen years. He used to play once. Striker. He’d score a belter. I’d cry.

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Mar 10, 2018

Mar 10, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC

reece-aj-chambers

Boys Playing Ball

Every afternoon on their way back from school, they get a ball and start booting it across the park opposite my house, ****** crimson ties slack around their necks, black uniform untucked. Kim comes at half three, asks if I’m doing ‘all right’? Not bad. An episode of Minder’s on the box, teeth popping globes of green grapes bought when in town. Then, an electrocution, a name. Ted. His features start to swim in my head. Next week marks fifteen years. He used to play once. Striker. He’d score a belter. I’d cry.

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