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"bruce" poems
I am no longer the Steady thrum of heartbeats When issues against women are Comically displayed on televisions. Like there's something to Laugh, guffaw, snicker, snort-- Tell you what, I can name a little Too many synonymous words And I can slap them all to your face, too. I am no longer a suppressed voice, Unable to tell you and all the other people That as a girl (and a woman, later), I have the right to be here. I have the same rights to life, To be alive, to be secure, To have a good life! And yet, you, who calls yourself a Man of power, tells me, "You are nothing." I am angry with the absurdity Of it all. Men continuing to abuse, Women constantly cowering down-- Why are you so intent on showing power When you are not God? Why are you so afraid of fighting For yourself? I am seething with rage For those who refuse to accept Feminism just for the reason That they do not want to be labeled-- Well, guess what? They have already Shoved you underneath Weak and Submissive. Who taught you that you are born To impress men? Who taught you that you only exist To please them? I will not have any of that **** I am a person of my own. I am a human being, with rights. And I AM FIGHTING to have The same rights as you do. Whoever told you that that's Never gonna happen, can shove it up Their ***** I will not sit still on my chair while The next police officer Asks "Well, what were you wearing?" To the next **** victim. You and I both know that is not The issue here. No girl should hung their head in shame That they got touched without consent. It's not their fault! No one Deserves to be ***** And no, it's not snuggling, for you who Even thought **** jokes on t-shirts Are funny. It's not. I am for Gender Equality. For both men and women, Gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, To be treated with equal respect. With equal opportunities. With equality. With no judgment. Why must you counter that? Look, I've been sitting in that same chair For too long while issues spread and get Larger like the plague. I thought, let them handle it. I thought, a small voice would be of no help. But when did sitting down and staring Get people somewhere? When did any of passivity help us? We already have everything to lose So why not fight? Bruce Banner told the other avengers The secret of Hulk. And I tell you the same: Get angry. Smash inequality. I will always be right behind you.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
I am fighting.
I am no longer the Steady thrum of heartbeats When issues against women are Comically displayed on televisions. Like there's something to Laugh, guffaw, snicker, snort-- Tell you what, I can name a little Too many synonymous words And I can slap them all to your face, too. I am no longer a suppressed voice, Unable to tell you and all the other people That as a girl (and a woman, later), I have the right to be here. I have the same rights to life, To be alive, to be secure, To have a good life! And yet, you, who calls yourself a Man of power, tells me, "You are nothing." I am angry with the absurdity Of it all. Men continuing to abuse, Women constantly cowering down-- Why are you so intent on showing power When you are not God? Why are you so afraid of fighting For yourself? I am seething with rage For those who refuse to accept Feminism just for the reason That they do not want to be labeled-- Well, guess what? They have already Shoved you underneath Weak and Submissive. Who taught you that you are born To impress men? Who taught you that you only exist To please them? I will not have any of that **** I am a person of my own. I am a human being, with rights. And I AM FIGHTING to have The same rights as you do. Whoever told you that that's Never gonna happen, can shove it up Their ***** I will not sit still on my chair while The next police officer Asks "Well, what were you wearing?" To the next **** victim. You and I both know that is not The issue here. No girl should hung their head in shame That they got touched without consent. It's not their fault! No one Deserves to be ***** And no, it's not snuggling, for you who Even thought **** jokes on t-shirts Are funny. It's not. I am for Gender Equality. For both men and women, Gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, To be treated with equal respect. With equal opportunities. With equality. With no judgment. Why must you counter that? Look, I've been sitting in that same chair For too long while issues spread and get Larger like the plague. I thought, let them handle it. I thought, a small voice would be of no help. But when did sitting down and staring Get people somewhere? When did any of passivity help us? We already have everything to lose So why not fight? Bruce Banner told the other avengers The secret of Hulk. And I tell you the same: Get angry. Smash inequality. I will always be right behind you.
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Like superman to your batman I actually got power Power with ink, Power with flow Don't even blink I'll make your mind blow Like my cape to your batmobile How does it feel? Knowing I can fly, You just spinning your wheels Throwing around money While I'm saving the world Like my Lois Lane to your Robin I'll actually get the guy You sitting there cryin Cause money don't but happiness Neither does fame Just writing what I feel And you'll never be the same My Clark Kent to your Bruce Wayne Might as well just give up Cause you'll never be me I'm just made of stronger stuff Its the end of the line Especially for you Maybe it's time To figure out what else you can do...
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
Superman vs. Batman
Dope, money, and hoes [x9] [Verse 1: Da$h] Ain't write it, thought of this when I was drunk driving Like I had a license, been swerving through the intersect Just to make the ******* wet, breakfast: yac and cigarettes Feds about the only threat, spit nasty like my throat is strep She working at the pyramid, shake her **** for some bucks from Tut Pharaoh to the marrow, Cleopatra roll my dutch Dour blunts they double stuffed, got a ***** stupid chopped Used to squad these faggots' wives, the ******* that I used to pop Wear the **** I used to cop, respect your elders lil ***** Ain't even of age to drink, I get your ** to buy me liquor 'Linquent **** I live for it, they tryin but might die for it These drugs got my brain, money got my mind finding fun in crime ******* love my rhymes, to be honest I love their mouth at campuses Looking for talents just like I'm a college scout Ask her what she shout, I’m ashin' her on the ******* couch [Verse 2: Da$h] Dope, money, and hoes, getting dope money from shows She sniff her coke then she blow, **** it, I don’t judge it though Sugar free, no love for sure, just put 'em on Sepulveda Benefits and bank rolls, all a ***** really want from her And when she bring it back, call my brother hit the trap Invested in a couple packs, will probably see a couple stacks from what he talkin Money hulking like Bruce Banner Panarama day dreaming, While she downin' my ***** on camera Life's in action, piping, smashing whatever you call it Smoke a 'Port and I'm off but they ******* think I lost it And my dog facing blunts while I feed my pups bath salts Infiltrate my castle, take your face like it's a mask boss Pass raw flesh and bone, money long like small intestines Homes I'm taking breakfast, long as getting checks involved H´z ***** Cause if you ain't know, AraabMuzik
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
Dope, Money, and Hoes
Dope, money, and hoes [x9] [Verse 1: Da$h] Ain't write it, thought of this when I was drunk driving Like I had a license, been swerving through the intersect Just to make the ******* wet, breakfast: yac and cigarettes Feds about the only threat, spit nasty like my throat is strep She working at the pyramid, shake her **** for some bucks from Tut Pharaoh to the marrow, Cleopatra roll my dutch Dour blunts they double stuffed, got a ***** stupid chopped Used to squad these faggots' wives, the ******* that I used to pop Wear the **** I used to cop, respect your elders lil ***** Ain't even of age to drink, I get your ** to buy me liquor 'Linquent **** I live for it, they tryin but might die for it These drugs got my brain, money got my mind finding fun in crime ******* love my rhymes, to be honest I love their mouth at campuses Looking for talents just like I'm a college scout Ask her what she shout, I’m ashin' her on the ******* couch [Verse 2: Da$h] Dope, money, and hoes, getting dope money from shows She sniff her coke then she blow, **** it, I don’t judge it though Sugar free, no love for sure, just put 'em on Sepulveda Benefits and bank rolls, all a ***** really want from her And when she bring it back, call my brother hit the trap Invested in a couple packs, will probably see a couple stacks from what he talkin Money hulking like Bruce Banner Panarama day dreaming, While she downin' my ***** on camera Life's in action, piping, smashing whatever you call it Smoke a 'Port and I'm off but they ******* think I lost it And my dog facing blunts while I feed my pups bath salts Infiltrate my castle, take your face like it's a mask boss Pass raw flesh and bone, money long like small intestines Homes I'm taking breakfast, long as getting checks involved H´z ***** Cause if you ain't know, AraabMuzik
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We were teammates We suited up We showed up We weren't stars But we rolled in the dirt With the best of them Our blood ran red Like the rest of them Our sweat tasted salty As the most athletic of them Wounds and bruises Ached like the most Stalwart of them We were Bulldogs! We anted up our Gifts and talents to Forge a winning season A flair for humor Wry observation, Encouragement, fortitude And intelligence were as Valuable as speed, Agility and strength We all pined for the Affection of cheerleaders, Bandmembers and the Adoration of fans We equally joined In the chorus of locker room banter And honored the Confidence of camaraderie Such intimacy bares We endured thankless Adversity, while wending through anonymous toil As brothers We grudgingly drank From the vile cup of defeat And passed the chalice Of victory among us To share the savory Taste of triumph As champions The Duke of Wellington Said “the battle of Waterloo Was won on the fields of Eton” I trust my teammates and Not forgotten friends Tasted sweet victories of Happiness and success As they coursed through Their prodigious fields of life And at games end I hope their heart swelled With pride to know they were A beloved and Valiant Bulldog David Irving Korsh #75 BCSL Champion 1973 Rutherford Bulldogs Well done Valiant Bulldog God bless and Godspeed Music Selection: Bruce Springsteen Thunder Road 5/5/18 Puyallup jbm
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Valiant Bulldog
Super Bruce Was a man, He transgendered And others can. Caitlyn Jenner Was a man, She'll succeed If we understand.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
Three Cheers for Bruce/Caitlyn
Bruce, The first American To commit euthanasia In the media, And later, Be interviewed.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Conflicted Resolution (10W)
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is ****** but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
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Invictus [I. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899)]
i was born all naturally formed in a lax factory im actually a hack with ******* in my nose, practically, every day,  haphazardly stumbling home, half asleep i cant tell whats happening vision begins blackening im whack like kriss kross crack like rick ross major brown boy to houston be like, "yes, we have liftoff" dont like me when i'm ****** off cause ***** i'm bruce banner or maybe i'm bruce wayne either way, i got mad manners tearing down walls like berlin preaching like its a sermon potential begins to burgeon i'll cut you up like a surgeon killing in place of coercion so you better lower the curtain my head and my body are hurtin so tell me how quick does the world spin? i'm taddling on ya, you can call me a toddler but the snitchin n' **** is somethin im never fond of and i never grow up, cause i'm the neverland smuggler peter pan turns into one of my best customers i never grew into my head, im not cocky never had the eye of the tiger, im not rocky growing up i never got in fights or caused a lotta **** but presently im screaming **** the world", i've got a bone to pick i've gotta problem and i think its the probable cause you hold me captive, keep me trapped in your facets of laws looks of repulsion are what cause me to brandish my claws constant compulsions reminiscent of prodigal flaws i've gotta problem and i think its the probable cause see im a goblin shark i'll sink in my nautical jaws im not a joker im a jester with lesser facades wrought with insomnia cause drugs are american gods
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
american gods
i was born all naturally formed in a lax factory im actually a hack with ******* in my nose, practically, every day,  haphazardly stumbling home, half asleep i cant tell whats happening vision begins blackening im whack like kriss kross crack like rick ross major brown boy to houston be like, "yes, we have liftoff" dont like me when i'm ****** off cause ***** i'm bruce banner or maybe i'm bruce wayne either way, i got mad manners tearing down walls like berlin preaching like its a sermon potential begins to burgeon i'll cut you up like a surgeon killing in place of coercion so you better lower the curtain my head and my body are hurtin so tell me how quick does the world spin? i'm taddling on ya, you can call me a toddler but the snitchin n' **** is somethin im never fond of and i never grow up, cause i'm the neverland smuggler peter pan turns into one of my best customers i never grew into my head, im not cocky never had the eye of the tiger, im not rocky growing up i never got in fights or caused a lotta **** but presently im screaming **** the world", i've got a bone to pick i've gotta problem and i think its the probable cause you hold me captive, keep me trapped in your facets of laws looks of repulsion are what cause me to brandish my claws constant compulsions reminiscent of prodigal flaws i've gotta problem and i think its the probable cause see im a goblin shark i'll sink in my nautical jaws im not a joker im a jester with lesser facades wrought with insomnia cause drugs are american gods
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People are ... Funny ... !?! They Now ... make me laugh ... You talk ... They DON'T ... listen ... !?! MP's ... keep restricting ... IGNORANCE ... in people ... has now become ... SICKENING ... !!!!! Kinda gets me to ... " Thinking " ..................... What a ... CRAZY WORLD ... !!!!!! Girls ... Loving girls ... Men ... Killing men ... !!! Abuse of our children ... by some who ... Teach them ... ??? But ...... What about those ... ? with ... Abusive children ... ?!? Those who ... Don't Care ... about those ... who ... Made Them ... !!! Adults are now ... being chased by ... Children ... ?!? Teenagers ........ RAGE ... !!!!!!! Their acts of ... Aggression ... are now ... OFF THE GAUGE ... !!!!! Words on ... This Page ... are my feelings ... Today ... What more can I say ... ? I write things ... This Way ... to avoid seeing life behind bars ... in a cage ... Seems like ... ... " End of Days " ... is Not ... far away ... !!! But Many ... DON'T LIKE ... The things that I say ... because ..... Things that I say ... Reflect on ........................................ What's TRUE ... !!!!! But Many think wrongness ... is just .... TV News .... But .... " Some of it's " ..... True ....... and can happen to ... YOU ... !!! So .... What would you do ... ? if ... Sadness and Misery ... Tainted ... your view ... !?! Probably ........ LOSE YOUR COOL ... !!!!!!! Be an *** ... or it's ... Mule ... Give in ... to clues ... that you ... HAVEN'T BEEN ... true ... !!! True about ... " Things " ... that ... Luxury brings ... Like ... " Flash Golden Rings " ... !!! or ... Diamonds that ... BLING ... !!!!! Well ... Here's the ... " Dilemma " ... ??? Life is for ... LIVING ... but now we see ... KILLING ... for ... Mobiles that ... " Ring " ... ?!? or Jewellery that ... BLINGS ... !!!?!!! So .... What will you choose ... ? to think you're a ... KING ... ? cos' of ... Your .... Diamond Ring .... ? and .... wait for the ... KILLER ... to come with ... " The Sting " ... !?! Oh now ... Just for you ladies ... Let's ... " Rework " ... the scene ... You've got to ... Realise .... Luxury's ... for a ... " Queen " ... But ..... to those who ... Don't have them ... Your Bling ... is ... OBSCENE ... !!!!!!!! Then YOU ... like the ... Fellas' ... Might find that ... " Your Dream " ... is SHATTERED ... One Night ... by a ... RUTHLESS ... " Street Team " ... !!! I'm CHANGING ... like seasons ... because of ... " These Reasons " ... cos' actions ... some make ... are Equal to ... TREASON ... !!!!!!!! I REALLY ... am Dark ... like that man ... Liam Neeson ... This life has ... MORE MEANING ... !!! than ... " Custom Made " ... Jewellery ... !!! Like Bruce ... when i'm writing .... My fists ... bring the ... " FURY " ... !!!!! cos people act ... CRAZY ... !!!!! Their outlook seems ... " Hazy " ... to make themselves money .... Their Slim's ... REALLY SHADY ... !!!!! Do you ... Trust your lady ... ??? to bring up ... " Your Baby " ... When Coc' ... is ... " The Drug " ... she likes to take .... DAILY .... !!! ? !!! Well .......... Maybe just ... " Maybe " ... ??? If you see ... what I see ... when you ... look around you ... You may just agree ... with ... A Brother ... like me ... The world we now live in  ... is TRULY .... ..... " CRAZY " .....
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
" Crazy World " ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/4/2005
People are ... Funny ... !?! They Now ... make me laugh ... You talk ... They DON'T ... listen ... !?! MP's ... keep restricting ... IGNORANCE ... in people ... has now become ... SICKENING ... !!!!! Kinda gets me to ... " Thinking " ..................... What a ... CRAZY WORLD ... !!!!!! Girls ... Loving girls ... Men ... Killing men ... !!! Abuse of our children ... by some who ... Teach them ... ??? But ...... What about those ... ? with ... Abusive children ... ?!? Those who ... Don't Care ... about those ... who ... Made Them ... !!! Adults are now ... being chased by ... Children ... ?!? Teenagers ........ RAGE ... !!!!!!! Their acts of ... Aggression ... are now ... OFF THE GAUGE ... !!!!! Words on ... This Page ... are my feelings ... Today ... What more can I say ... ? I write things ... This Way ... to avoid seeing life behind bars ... in a cage ... Seems like ... ... " End of Days " ... is Not ... far away ... !!! But Many ... DON'T LIKE ... The things that I say ... because ..... Things that I say ... Reflect on ........................................ What's TRUE ... !!!!! But Many think wrongness ... is just .... TV News .... But .... " Some of it's " ..... True ....... and can happen to ... YOU ... !!! So .... What would you do ... ? if ... Sadness and Misery ... Tainted ... your view ... !?! Probably ........ LOSE YOUR COOL ... !!!!!!! Be an *** ... or it's ... Mule ... Give in ... to clues ... that you ... HAVEN'T BEEN ... true ... !!! True about ... " Things " ... that ... Luxury brings ... Like ... " Flash Golden Rings " ... !!! or ... Diamonds that ... BLING ... !!!!! Well ... Here's the ... " Dilemma " ... ??? Life is for ... LIVING ... but now we see ... KILLING ... for ... Mobiles that ... " Ring " ... ?!? or Jewellery that ... BLINGS ... !!!?!!! So .... What will you choose ... ? to think you're a ... KING ... ? cos' of ... Your .... Diamond Ring .... ? and .... wait for the ... KILLER ... to come with ... " The Sting " ... !?! Oh now ... Just for you ladies ... Let's ... " Rework " ... the scene ... You've got to ... Realise .... Luxury's ... for a ... " Queen " ... But ..... to those who ... Don't have them ... Your Bling ... is ... OBSCENE ... !!!!!!!! Then YOU ... like the ... Fellas' ... Might find that ... " Your Dream " ... is SHATTERED ... One Night ... by a ... RUTHLESS ... " Street Team " ... !!! I'm CHANGING ... like seasons ... because of ... " These Reasons " ... cos' actions ... some make ... are Equal to ... TREASON ... !!!!!!!! I REALLY ... am Dark ... like that man ... Liam Neeson ... This life has ... MORE MEANING ... !!! than ... " Custom Made " ... Jewellery ... !!! Like Bruce ... when i'm writing .... My fists ... bring the ... " FURY " ... !!!!! cos people act ... CRAZY ... !!!!! Their outlook seems ... " Hazy " ... to make themselves money .... Their Slim's ... REALLY SHADY ... !!!!! Do you ... Trust your lady ... ??? to bring up ... " Your Baby " ... When Coc' ... is ... " The Drug " ... she likes to take .... DAILY .... !!! ? !!! Well .......... Maybe just ... " Maybe " ... ??? If you see ... what I see ... when you ... look around you ... You may just agree ... with ... A Brother ... like me ... The world we now live in  ... is TRULY .... ..... " CRAZY " .....
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She wears t-shirts of the Beatles And she loves the Rolling Stones She wakes up to David Bowie And she dreams of the Ramones She goes out to dance clubs nightly Till her ear drums both get blown But, she has a deep dark secret That her friends will never know At night when she is by herself When the room is nice and dark She slips beneath the covers With Johann Sebastian Bach She's a closet classic ****** And her name is Amber Clark She just loves orchestral music The rock and roll is just a lark Her friends think something classical Is something for your folks They cannot play an instrument They cannot read the notes They think that  chamber music is What people play on boats But she has a deep dark secret She loves the stuff that Chopin wrote At night when she is by herself And her friends have gotten ****** She slips beneath the covers And she listens to some Liszt She listens to it many times In case there's things she's missed She's a closet classic ****** She has "Baroque" upon her wrist She listens to the music That her friends like to be cool If she told them what she listens to They'd laugh her out of school So, when they go out  clubbing She will join them as a rule But...ah that deep dark secret This girl is no ones fool She listens to Beethoven And she knows each piece by heart She knows where one bar ends And another one will start She can play most every instrument And she knows most every part She's a classic closet ****** But she still knows Boyce and Hart She has cds in her library And most sit there untouched When her friends are gone they don't get played She doesn't like them much She would rather hear a symphony By a composter who was Dutch But there's that deep dark secret And she won't use it a crutch At night when she is warm in bed She listens to Mozart She needs a little Nacht Musique To open up her heart It's a piece that sets her mind a blaze It hits her like a dart She's a closet classic ****** And she keeps her worlds apart By day she sings Bruce Springsteen At night she listens to Composers that her friends don't know They're so old they're new So she keeps her world a secret For she knows what they would do If they found she didn't know Where were you in sixty two But at night she is a ****** And she listens to Mozart She needs that piece of music To shoot an arrow through her heart Eine Kleine Nachmusic She conducts every part She's our Closet Classic ****** shhh.....the song's about to start...
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May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
Closet Classic ****** - (The Street - poem 4)
She wears t-shirts of the Beatles And she loves the Rolling Stones She wakes up to David Bowie And she dreams of the Ramones She goes out to dance clubs nightly Till her ear drums both get blown But, she has a deep dark secret That her friends will never know At night when she is by herself When the room is nice and dark She slips beneath the covers With Johann Sebastian Bach She's a closet classic ****** And her name is Amber Clark She just loves orchestral music The rock and roll is just a lark Her friends think something classical Is something for your folks They cannot play an instrument They cannot read the notes They think that  chamber music is What people play on boats But she has a deep dark secret She loves the stuff that Chopin wrote At night when she is by herself And her friends have gotten ****** She slips beneath the covers And she listens to some Liszt She listens to it many times In case there's things she's missed She's a closet classic ****** She has "Baroque" upon her wrist She listens to the music That her friends like to be cool If she told them what she listens to They'd laugh her out of school So, when they go out  clubbing She will join them as a rule But...ah that deep dark secret This girl is no ones fool She listens to Beethoven And she knows each piece by heart She knows where one bar ends And another one will start She can play most every instrument And she knows most every part She's a classic closet ****** But she still knows Boyce and Hart She has cds in her library And most sit there untouched When her friends are gone they don't get played She doesn't like them much She would rather hear a symphony By a composter who was Dutch But there's that deep dark secret And she won't use it a crutch At night when she is warm in bed She listens to Mozart She needs a little Nacht Musique To open up her heart It's a piece that sets her mind a blaze It hits her like a dart She's a closet classic ****** And she keeps her worlds apart By day she sings Bruce Springsteen At night she listens to Composers that her friends don't know They're so old they're new So she keeps her world a secret For she knows what they would do If they found she didn't know Where were you in sixty two But at night she is a ****** And she listens to Mozart She needs that piece of music To shoot an arrow through her heart Eine Kleine Nachmusic She conducts every part She's our Closet Classic ****** shhh.....the song's about to start...
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He doesnt care, why do you? because the sky is blue, because pandas eat bamboo, because Bruce Lee learnt kung-fu, because after one comes two. You think my answers are stupid? well so is your question!
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
Stupidity
I'm not special I'm just one out of seven billion And we're all interconnected So why am I the only one driving down this road? You don't have my address Or my wifi password Have you found the bat in your gazebo? I found mine And named him Bruce The leaves that fall on my vehicle Touch no other's And the rain that pours onto me Soaks into my skin It becomes a part of me That sets me apart Subjectivity solidifies separation Like Saturn's rings A planetary population of particles That create something beautiful together Our species is special
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
Special
This terribleness. The blur of traffic lights and puddles paints Los Angeles on my face at night. It's so hard to know who will doze in my blind spots. Sunflower seeds and ******* lining the carpet. I sat on the front porch for five hours gutting the wolves from my appendices. Usually the headaches go away with the squashing of the lights. Fluorescents are the worst, halogens second, and 60-watt 120-volt light bulb the bane of my existence. I look at my phone but I cannot summon a quirky 120 character quip. I need excedrin but all I have to grape flavored children's aspirin. I should have asked for the water. How many unfinished glasses of water have I left around this world? Maybe Bruce and I will squash after work. I can hear his weekly catalog of two night stands with those married transient women who drive from Santa B. I hate golf, I could have made carried a career in this resentment. Maybe rolling down the window will alleviate some of this pressure. Maybe it's barometric pressure, The Baby is here in time to drag the houses out to sea. It feels like Michelangelo is carving The David in my head and it's the chiseling I've never wanted. It's Tuesday and the drugs were horrible. They killed five of them today. We wrapped their heads in blankets from the Thrifty, and had to have the interns find clothes that would fit for the Christian caskets. Two days until Giving Thanks Day. I am wrapped in copper and stuck in amber. I am acquitted by nonsense and stipulation, sick with nausea and pushing my forehead into the steering wheel. This is all terrible. The lying I've never told myself. The people that don't even know it's lying. Her and I always seem to escape with our happiness and pleasure in tow. The odds are slim, but our clothes have never fit too tightly.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
The Neon Alien Blouse
This terribleness. The blur of traffic lights and puddles paints Los Angeles on my face at night. It's so hard to know who will doze in my blind spots. Sunflower seeds and ******* lining the carpet. I sat on the front porch for five hours gutting the wolves from my appendices. Usually the headaches go away with the squashing of the lights. Fluorescents are the worst, halogens second, and 60-watt 120-volt light bulb the bane of my existence. I look at my phone but I cannot summon a quirky 120 character quip. I need excedrin but all I have to grape flavored children's aspirin. I should have asked for the water. How many unfinished glasses of water have I left around this world? Maybe Bruce and I will squash after work. I can hear his weekly catalog of two night stands with those married transient women who drive from Santa B. I hate golf, I could have made carried a career in this resentment. Maybe rolling down the window will alleviate some of this pressure. Maybe it's barometric pressure, The Baby is here in time to drag the houses out to sea. It feels like Michelangelo is carving The David in my head and it's the chiseling I've never wanted. It's Tuesday and the drugs were horrible. They killed five of them today. We wrapped their heads in blankets from the Thrifty, and had to have the interns find clothes that would fit for the Christian caskets. Two days until Giving Thanks Day. I am wrapped in copper and stuck in amber. I am acquitted by nonsense and stipulation, sick with nausea and pushing my forehead into the steering wheel. This is all terrible. The lying I've never told myself. The people that don't even know it's lying. Her and I always seem to escape with our happiness and pleasure in tow. The odds are slim, but our clothes have never fit too tightly.
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"Unsinkable" was a myth; which no-one ever said. But she was beautiful, the most advanced, the biggest, the "floating city", the greatest ever made. This magnificent vessel which slipped out from Harland and Wolff, it cannot be denied, was a fine symbol, of hard work and Irish pride. **************************** That fateful night truly was a night to remember. A night of heroes, as men willingly threw their lives away, that women and children, may live another day. A night of heroines, as women gave up their lives to stay with their men as lovers and wives. A night of honour as Thomas Andrews, whom Titanic designed, and Captain Smith, stayed, to their fates resigned. A night of cowardice, as J Bruce Ismay, took a lifeboat place; from a woman or child stealing a space. A night of tragedy as more than 1500 died, and of miracles, that so many survived. ******************************* One hundred years on. RMS Titanic lies broken on the sea bed. At peace, in pieces, she lies there as broken as the dreams of those who built her. The survivors who numbered 700 and more, have now joined all those who went before. But Titanic, gives new life today, as she is being eaten away, In bizarre irony, this beautiful lady, who caused death and strife, is now teeming with life. Microscopic life feasting on this tomb has sealed her doom; as into the mighty hull they bore, By 2030 Titanic will be no more. Gone but not forgotten, neither Her or her victims; that no-one can deny. The great RMS Titanic shall not cannot ever wholly die.
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
Titanic 100
"Unsinkable" was a myth; which no-one ever said. But she was beautiful, the most advanced, the biggest, the "floating city", the greatest ever made. This magnificent vessel which slipped out from Harland and Wolff, it cannot be denied, was a fine symbol, of hard work and Irish pride. **************************** That fateful night truly was a night to remember. A night of heroes, as men willingly threw their lives away, that women and children, may live another day. A night of heroines, as women gave up their lives to stay with their men as lovers and wives. A night of honour as Thomas Andrews, whom Titanic designed, and Captain Smith, stayed, to their fates resigned. A night of cowardice, as J Bruce Ismay, took a lifeboat place; from a woman or child stealing a space. A night of tragedy as more than 1500 died, and of miracles, that so many survived. ******************************* One hundred years on. RMS Titanic lies broken on the sea bed. At peace, in pieces, she lies there as broken as the dreams of those who built her. The survivors who numbered 700 and more, have now joined all those who went before. But Titanic, gives new life today, as she is being eaten away, In bizarre irony, this beautiful lady, who caused death and strife, is now teeming with life. Microscopic life feasting on this tomb has sealed her doom; as into the mighty hull they bore, By 2030 Titanic will be no more. Gone but not forgotten, neither Her or her victims; that no-one can deny. The great RMS Titanic shall not cannot ever wholly die.
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When I say hero you look for Superman Flying through Metropolis or Batman slinking through Gotham’s shadows. And when I say heroine You can think only of needles Poking through skin like the shell of a beetle. When I say hero Everyone looks skyward for capes and spandex Or a symbol lighting up the clouds. But Clark Bruce and Peter can’t save you from yourself. These suit-clad saviors are fantasies. Fairytales put before us so we can have something to believe in when the ordinary people fail us. I have seen people around me, people I love, crumble like weakened plaster. And I have met people who were already lying in a pile of dust and debris at my feet. I’ve seen them **** asbestos into their lungs and draw tic tac toe on their arms in crimson I have seen someone become their own villain! But I have seen these people get up again, Pick up the pieces of their glass hearts, And glue them back together for the sake of their sanity. I have seen villains become heroes. These heroes, MY heroes are the ones with the scars on their wrists but no tags on their toes, the ones that heave into the porcelain bowl but still try to eat each day. These are my heroes. My heroes are the parents raising kids and battling demons old and new, the abuse victims who got out, or are stuck but still fighting. These…these are my heroes. Broken survivors, living despite everything that keeps them from wanting to, Despite all their scars and battle wounds they are alive and they are trying. The ones who are not saving others but saving themselves. These are heroes. Some people look down on the wounded, the broken, and the insecure like they were the cause of their own problems and refused the simple solutions of **** it up” and “get over it” because they were too lazy to get better. Don’t you dare tell me that they don’t want to fix this, That they don’t wake up each morning and wish With every fiber of their being that they could look into a mirror And finally, finally, love what they see. Don’t tell me that these people aren’t strong Because they go to bed each night with eyes red and raw from crying And they wake up with bags under their eyes but they. Keep. Going. **** your superheroes.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
Heroes
When I say hero you look for Superman Flying through Metropolis or Batman slinking through Gotham’s shadows. And when I say heroine You can think only of needles Poking through skin like the shell of a beetle. When I say hero Everyone looks skyward for capes and spandex Or a symbol lighting up the clouds. But Clark Bruce and Peter can’t save you from yourself. These suit-clad saviors are fantasies. Fairytales put before us so we can have something to believe in when the ordinary people fail us. I have seen people around me, people I love, crumble like weakened plaster. And I have met people who were already lying in a pile of dust and debris at my feet. I’ve seen them **** asbestos into their lungs and draw tic tac toe on their arms in crimson I have seen someone become their own villain! But I have seen these people get up again, Pick up the pieces of their glass hearts, And glue them back together for the sake of their sanity. I have seen villains become heroes. These heroes, MY heroes are the ones with the scars on their wrists but no tags on their toes, the ones that heave into the porcelain bowl but still try to eat each day. These are my heroes. My heroes are the parents raising kids and battling demons old and new, the abuse victims who got out, or are stuck but still fighting. These…these are my heroes. Broken survivors, living despite everything that keeps them from wanting to, Despite all their scars and battle wounds they are alive and they are trying. The ones who are not saving others but saving themselves. These are heroes. Some people look down on the wounded, the broken, and the insecure like they were the cause of their own problems and refused the simple solutions of **** it up” and “get over it” because they were too lazy to get better. Don’t you dare tell me that they don’t want to fix this, That they don’t wake up each morning and wish With every fiber of their being that they could look into a mirror And finally, finally, love what they see. Don’t tell me that these people aren’t strong Because they go to bed each night with eyes red and raw from crying And they wake up with bags under their eyes but they. Keep. Going. **** your superheroes.
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~ one more for patty m. ~ slept late after dancing with my devils, from, from the wee, until a pealing pearl from the Earl of Dawn, recovering from an intrusion~invasion~brain~regurgitation, and it’s nearly 9am, sipping my first cuppa Hawaiian, & woke to a repost of a ten year old wondering plea(1) makes me think “This old thing,” poem, like a fav frock/suit that still drapes perfectly, and yet draws the ***** admiration and drippy drawling yummy compliments, gracefully, gratefully demurred with them three words, & it’s 8:39am, Bruce pitching in with “Born in the USA” recipe for a new thank u Gawd poem to make room for a fast~break diet for an old man with a rebuilt ticker, this very emission~transmission of a verbal politesse writ going some where, cooked on a medium slow burner fueling dressed up seeds of heartfelt appreciation made of ancient oat grasses birthing a poem~child of thanks to the Lawd for one more day, opportunity, the five sense’s delivery gratitude and gratifications, and the desire to intertwine the sights, music, a crisp blue November Sky, the need to bleed brew these words into a fulfilling, second moment mug, for the pearls and Earls of poetic humans 10:01am Thu Nov 2 2023
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Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 10:16 AM UTC
“This old thing?” (of gratitude and gratifications)
***“While the rules for writing haiku in Japanese are clear, there is no Clear consensus for any other language. This means that I am write and everyone else is wrong.”***                                                                   ~writer unknown~ Definition of: haiku (according to Words Of Warner) ***A secret and ancient Japanese style of poetry. Invented and protected by the elite group of ninjas known only as The Basho. Some say, The Basho dwell in a sacred temple made of gold and rice paper, hidden deep in the bottom of Mt. Fiji. Others claim they are in elaborate tents made from the finest silks at the highest peak of Fiji. But no one knows for sure. Except maybe James Mc. But he’s not talking.*** How to write a haiku - ***First, pick a subject. You must choose from the chosen list; rain, wind, the sun, bugs, Mt. Fiji, Bruce Lee or frogs on a pond. The only exception is snow, and only used during the winter. Second, pick a form.  You can write in 1, 2 or 3 lines, sometimes 4. It all depends on those silly syllables, or as the Japanese call it, morae. Remember, less is more, more or less always but never. Here’s a tip, the best haiku are written backwards.*** ***Now you are ready to write your own fun little foreign poems called haiku.*** Note: if you are counting “morae” or words, don’t forget to divide the number of “morae” by the number of lines, or is it divide the number of lines by the “morae” and please use the on-line    Japanese counter/converter.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
DEFINITION OF: haiku
***“While the rules for writing haiku in Japanese are clear, there is no Clear consensus for any other language. This means that I am write and everyone else is wrong.”***                                                                   ~writer unknown~ Definition of: haiku (according to Words Of Warner) ***A secret and ancient Japanese style of poetry. Invented and protected by the elite group of ninjas known only as The Basho. Some say, The Basho dwell in a sacred temple made of gold and rice paper, hidden deep in the bottom of Mt. Fiji. Others claim they are in elaborate tents made from the finest silks at the highest peak of Fiji. But no one knows for sure. Except maybe James Mc. But he’s not talking.*** How to write a haiku - ***First, pick a subject. You must choose from the chosen list; rain, wind, the sun, bugs, Mt. Fiji, Bruce Lee or frogs on a pond. The only exception is snow, and only used during the winter. Second, pick a form.  You can write in 1, 2 or 3 lines, sometimes 4. It all depends on those silly syllables, or as the Japanese call it, morae. Remember, less is more, more or less always but never. Here’s a tip, the best haiku are written backwards.*** ***Now you are ready to write your own fun little foreign poems called haiku.*** Note: if you are counting “morae” or words, don’t forget to divide the number of “morae” by the number of lines, or is it divide the number of lines by the “morae” and please use the on-line    Japanese counter/converter.
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Gotham the city of flight, Where the moral and wicked fight, Laughter rings throughout the dark As the deranged leaves his mark. He speaks for the mad, and fails to recall what it is he had. He see it as a amusement views me as a toys, what he does he some how enjoys. I've beat him time and time again, though he still remains the most mysterious of men. I once went to see him no mask, no cape, Batman had returned him from another escape. I walk to his cell "Bruce Wayne. Hi" he wouldn't turn around, nor look me in the eye. He didn't care who was behind the mask, but there I stood "Dear Ol' Bats" I knew then. I was nothing to him. But every plot so clever. So canny, He's had so many chances, but never glances. Maybe it frightens him, the idea that I am just a man. Unmasking me might bring back thoughts of how he began. Maybe it helps him with his blind recollection. Almost like the clown wouldn't feel succession, The man with a ruby red grin. He would come back to reality, but what then?
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
Batman
we got a goldfish, for my little boy. a tank, some coloured grit, three plants not two, must practise goldfish fung shu. all the water testing guff and of course a filter. a sunken ship and a treasure chest . we paid the pirate... and took our ***** home. so we set Bruce. ( for that was the name chosen). up in pride of place on sidboard. the list, above, was positioned after meetings of commision. water tested to the highest degree, filter fizzing, wizzing,whirring. Bruce swam in his bag in the tank, for a time as instructed. then released to a slightly larger freedom. he swam and swam, golden scales a flickerin. we, (that being, mr just about three and his dad) fed him, watched him poo, and eventually, read Bruce, a bedtime tale or two. one fish, two fish by Dr Suess went down a treat. the little man then, was bundled off to bed. thoughts of Bruce left our heads. the evening lengthened. we retired to sleep the sleep, of ignorance it conspired. for in our planning we forgot one thing. a devon rex cat, who has a bath weekly, a penchant for tuna, no top to the tank. so we thank the lord for Bruce. however, brief was his reign. now we introduce to you.... Murtle the turtle who has a glass pane, sitting above her head. just in case...... the cat likes, turtle soup.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
gotta goldfish
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head. is ****** but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
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I. M. R.T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899) [Invictus]
Uncle Bruce writes sermons and gives grace at the Christmas table his family bowed their heads and listened to what they thought of as "quaint" "old time-y" Most of them there were atheists or maybe Catholics (it depended on the side of the table) and even Uncle Bruce was not sure what he believed in, not yet, not yet after 53 years, he wasn't sure (he had always been a smart man) even after debating how many angels could dance on the head of a pin and preaching for years behind the pulpit What Uncle Bruce does know, he does He gives us all faith
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
Uncle Bruce
*one reason why you're not read with a volume you expected, jedi-know-how, you'll be easily plagiarised.* **when i first came to england i fell in love with manchester united... the 4 - 4 - 2 line-up** peter schmeichel (dane goalkeeper), then ooh aah cantona (eric cantona baseball  cap), original wembley white towers... (white towers, charity shield newcastle united) so meh for the arch.... irwin... steve bruce... lee sharpe... gary pallister... (7) eric cantona.... george best.... mcclair, ryan giggs, cotton tomilisom, then roy keane... then davies cole **** the neville brothers... scholes and david beckham... **** stuck to azkazam fudge, it's still perfectly refrigerated in kazakhstan: steve mcmanaman will tell you; it's a random barricade question worth a shot in the rubric of a sudden challenge.
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Untitled
I'm not superman And way too slow to be the flash I'm definitely not batman As I don't have Bruce Wayne's cash Can't swim good enough To be aquaman And I'm too chubby by far To wear the tights of Peter Pan I can't be the hulk I just don't look right in green Ironman? forget it That suits way too technical a machine I'm not your typical superhero You've never heard of me But should we ever be attacked by bacon My super power you would see I can't leap over a tall building In a single bound But I can eat bacon non-stop Pound after pound You know it's only a matter of time Bacon will attack sooner or later But have no fear dear citizens For I am, BACONATER!
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Superhero?
it’s not about you at all you get swept up in people’s definitions hung on the wall in someone’s frame you’re artifact on the edge of their radar to your family, you’re a son daughter sister brother and technically yes, your mom bore you (and still does) but must you accept all that goes with it? you were born in new jersey must that make the sopranos and bruce springsteen your problem? artists paint you as lame and superficial the boss works you like a crossword puzzle to the government, you’re a fraction to the rich, you’re money to be spent to the cops, an obstacle to the bartender, a lousy tipper they convince you, they’re persuasive but must this be your face? it takes a lot of energy to break free you escape once to find yourself in another cage it’s a russian doll of captivity maybe it's not worth it how many times can you wake up and say **** it?
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
CAPTIVITY