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John Stevens Jul 2010
Oh where oh where has my binky gone.
Oh where oh where can it be.
With its ****** so clear
It gives me much cheer.
Oh where oh where can it be.

Did you say toilet? Oh no!
2010 If they ever start to reproduce we will be up to our eyebrows in binks.
Aa Harvey May 2018
The Discworld Death


The Discworld Death and Binky the horse, are here to stay.
The knight and his steed.
The darkest light even on the sunniest of days.
He is here now and he has always been here.
He will be here at the end;
The time you reach the end of your allotted years.


The Death of Rats fears no cat,
For he is already immortal; he always appears in black.
Even if a rat has been killed by a cat
And the cat can see The Death of Rats,
He still walks in his cowl and carries his scythe,
Because no matter how much the cat would like to attack,
It cannot **** the Death of Rats, as it is no longer alive.


You cannot **** Death, nor can you **** the Death of Rats.
You cannot escape the end,
And you cannot escape the cat,
If you are a rat;
On that you can depend.


Susan is Death’s Grand Daughter, with her hair black and white.
Albert is Death’s helper; the foolish type.
Death stands alone in the night and at his side there flies a crow.
With electric blue eyes, Death stares deep into your soul.
He can reach inside you and take your life,
Or he can let you go.


But when your time is up,
From Death there is no escaping.
He is your undertaker, have no fear of the Reaper;
He cannot tell you where you are going.


Death is an anthropomorphic personification.
Discworld is my favourite form of fiction.
It would be my preferred place,
To take a lifelong vacation.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lendon Partain Mar 2013
Sleeping in throws,
Wrestling in pillows.
This baby is convulsing,
Stuck homeless in cotton rows.

She jiggles tickles,
Crisp, she is fickle.
She tingles the conniption.
Nerves, in axon missiles.

Binky slips, the eyelid's 'clipse,
Her wrist is the pith,
Of nights caption "Mist".

Sleeping babies.
Calm nights hard winds,
As the spring commences,
Graduation of twigs,
To sprigs of life,
To growing thighs,
Cough up the milieu.

Minutia.

The growing immortality.
Chad Williams Jul 2015
Sometimes I wish I was a baby again,
things just seem so simple.
Blissfully unaware of all the worry,
that can hide behind those dimples.

The most amazing thing about a baby,
is their ability to go.
Miserable to ecstatic,
before you even know.

The secret is their binky;
it's seemingly insignificant.
As long as it's in their mouth,
they couldn't feel more magnificent.

When it's with them,
they're in an oasis.
Free from all the problems,
that plague the rest of us.

When it's with them,
nothing else could matter.
All their problems disappear,
like a window when it shatters.
What's your pacifier?
in this place we see about us, I will tell you a tale.

I will guide you loosely along a river as we meander.

Do not fret that what I will show you is known in vast and secretive, stations and nations of groups hell bent on you not knot knowing the facts, of this river flush of a full house i will tell , wait, full house is later, lets do the flush first. oh, wait, I guess you should be reminded of what you didnt know you knew, and this is so true all the way through,
That I will only tell you of the things you already know, just forgot, kinda like I did so.. here, wee, goooo.

What is an Azimuth as in and exactly as a compass azimuth, but a direction or an Angle, of the Angels sighted line of focus a beam of thought sound and light energy over a distance in a given direction.

What is an Inclination, but an angle of the previously said deerhearted best to remember these things, bare with me please, I can meander rather briskly.

What are these things of azimuth and inclination and what the hell do they have to do with Love, the Flow and curing this life and tree we truly be?

Um, let me start now by asking of sound and sand on a rubber surface sound through the tube hitting and vibrating this surface covered in sand, what pray tell do you see that shall happen? shapes of the resonate sound frequency of a three ( oh so many more um, ;like all of the dimensions, for we are made of the love of the sound , for the sound is the sound of love being spoken to us, Son, ,,, let that one sit and steep just a little bit longer...........)
oh yes read read it.   .... shapes of the resonate sound frequency of a three ( oh so many more um, ;like all of the dimensions, for we are made of the love of the sound , for the sound is the sound of love being spoken to us, Son, ,,, let that one sit and steep just a little bit longer...........)


ahem, okay, now that you just popped a small part of your ceiling off and can now see the sky , which you should do every day, imagine your ceiling is glass by you can feel the wind and the air as the trees sway and the clouds dance by... um, okay, so, azimuth and inclination and the three dimensional aspect of sound, Um SHAPE. like the triangle, so lets say we want to fight fire with fire, lol, so funny, oh, um triangle is um, oh you will see when you choose to fact check me.

so to create a real shape with real sound and thought the true light you are unable to see, and do it in a large very large size. then you go to locations dictated by the map and math, and then take a rather modest size triangle and lets say the base is the distance from fort smith Ar. to Fayetteville , AR to um, measure it out and them send a group of loving people to these locations and at the synchronized with the real time as in at the same time and no time zone bs, you direct your thoughts and sounds, amplified or not to the azimuth and inclination or angle to the horizon so as to meet at the tips of the shape of the numerously sided , your choice triangle and then watch what happens, oh I know, wait, what if bad people want to harm you or others you have told them how to go about a chunk of it. oh, silly, I own the joint, or a good chunk of it. lol j/K... or am I,, but seriously, dont worry, otherwise they would not have concerned themselves with hiding it from your far more powerful and RIVER of real life, see the sound is the love which is a the flow of a river, and well, try damming a river which has real steep flow boundaries, meaning not much in the way of a down hill run of a water fall, hard as hell to dam the water flowing through air. *(yes and thank you for the nudges. no really. please except this, I wont name for reasons, but you know who ya are there beautiful friends). so, um, yeah, see, they rely on you not using your tech, the real and true technologies that flow, or bust up impeding events or behaviors or things to the flow of life. for nothing is more powerful than love, and though love like water, AHEM.......... like Water, it is shapeless, formless a void yet remembers the will and intent of its focal adjustments, or vibrational surroundings.
What I have done here, for those whom are not quite sure. is just handed you the keys to your cage and the keys to this love ship and its direction of partial travel, though I refrain from the temporal aspects, that is not up for discussion, well, yet.  Now get a map and map out all the people you love around the nation and globe and family, you will begin to see something, I WILL NOT TELL YOU OF IT, for it is the journey that causeth the flow to be unimpeded, and dear friend dont forget to overlay yours with your soulmates. and BAM, oh My Fing God do you see it????!!!! will be uttered aloud i many places. yes, I love you, and yes, You are dearly welcome, and Yes, i am Dearly Thankful for you all. all, artist doing Studio time cause Baby Blue needs a **** Binky, to the person that never will say anything, but influences the world in ways and wonders none will know till the big celebration. wink. no one is unimportant in this. for it is real and really a big **** deal.
Ummm, well. Yes I am slow. but when it happens and I am trly allowed to, my love is true. and yes this part is exclusivley for that 4 you, know who. , maybe one day yu will forgive my far too loyal to a flaw ways, that caused some rather serious delays, but then again, the Love is never not right on time. I know cause, I am awaiting yours, and know and loyal in my faith that it will undoubtedly be right freaking on time. I love you silly, so giggle, **** it. giggle. please. I cant bare you not laughing. smile for me. you silly funny face, you my peach fuze loves, my perfect side of the moon and tiny soft tattoos too. yes you silly. and it is me, werewolf feet and all. ugh, yes, have you not seen my ****** ugly *** feet folks. geez, lol. wink.
Sophia Bridget Oct 2014
I am a big sister
to a little sister
her name is Arianna
she is almost two

we share the same room
she screams a lot at night
crying and crying
for mommy and daddy
it gets annoying trying to sleep

so some times I sing her a little song
Or sometimes I hum
because singing doesn't always work

She quiets down and grabs her binky
and stares at me

Icky
sometimes being a big sister
is such a hard job.
Reine Monroe Sep 2016
Can I call you?
At 2 am I can only talk for an hour...
Cause at 3 am,
They say it's the demons hour...
And boo I don't wanna turn on you
And go off on you,
Forgive me if I do it to you,
Your not the struggle that I've been through....

So lil baby can I ask you this?
Can I not be a love that your gonna ignore and miss?
Can you not carry the traits of these fuckboys I've been dismissed....
I didn't curve you,
When I probably could've..  
I didn't curve you,
Don't make me feel like I should've....

Can you call me ?
Make love to me with your voice,
Sing to me ,
Like Boys ll Men or
Dru Hill,
Back in the 90s?

Can you feel me ?
A chemistry similar like Jada & Will,
but imma need us to curve mfs,
and be ready to ****...
Those who hurt us....

Can you be for me ?
Like a baby without its binky?
Can you be the one to cry for me baby?
But man up because I'm the lady?


Can you love me for life?
I'm not trynna rush anything,
I just be thinking of things....
Your love could be the best thing...
Can you be for me?

I don't wanna have anymore games...
Not another chess piece....
Not another missing puzzle piece....

Maybe what I'm trynna say is...
Darling can you really love me ?
sandra wyllie Oct 28
a binky in her mouth,
like a mint cigarette, hoping
******* on the rubber ******
will quiet her down just

a little. She's a prickly opuntia,
an irascible radical, a fanatical
sphere. You cannot soften her
blow by closing the window. She'll

rise through the floorboards
towards you as you slumber. Ride
you like a four-wheel Hummer,
leaving tracks on your back. No

escape. She'll squash you in rhinestone
stilettos like a concord grape. Turn you
into crimson wine. Drink you up with
a plastic plate of roasted swine.

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