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"bugsy" poems
I like Homestuck, Donald Duck, Ancient Greek Gaea, APH Hetalia, Marzia and Pewdiepie, Random bow ties, Doctor Who, That colour of greenish blue, Sherlock Holmes, Garden gnomes, Boy/boy **** Sweet tea, Left 4 dead, Books I've read, Minecraft, When I laughed, Yu-Gi-Oh, Gateau, Ender's Game, Notre Dame, World War One, World War Two, Mouse and shrew, Bugsy Malone, Jam scones, Birthday cake, Milk shake, Drawing art, Taking part, MLP, Shopping spree, Sleeping in, West Berlin, Random songs, When bells go **** Stars shine, My blood line, All my friends, The latest trends, Yuri much, And such and such, Fanfiction, A prediction, Doujinshis, Marshall Lee, RhymeZone, My touchscreen phone, I could go on, But that's too long, But my favourite is, Hello poetry - so don't diss!!
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
What I like
S is for Seduction, a vast verb saved for flesh, But in her outer-worldly tune, my thoughts become enmeshed; Like at the great Salamis, where strength sought strike the feeble, Seduction marked our birth, their fall—an end without a sequel. L heralds in some fifty lads, of whom mere five would pass, Bugsy, Daphne, Sylvester, and Tazzy, above their peers compassed. The tests were long, the trials were tough, from nothing we had fostered A team of lucky, noble lads to fight these migrant monstærs. A is the assault, outnumbered and outclassed, Our heroes boldly braved their foes until their stalwart last. Despite their lead by tyrants, such Nawt of Hispaniola, Our foes were forced unto retreat, costing us Lady Lola. M is for the ones who’ve fallen, for them mourn reminiscence, For those who proudly placed their names for our petty subsistence. The fight is done, the beasts beat back, denied all loot and hoarding, And so a statue is ***** Honorum Mikael Iordan!
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
An Anagram for Slam
As far back as I can remember, i always wanted to be a gangster. -Quote by Ray liotta in good fellas movie.- “Nothing personal, it’s just business” ~ Otto Berman “Las Vegas turns women into men and men into idiots.” ~ Bugsy Siegel. “This life of ours, this is a wonderful life. If you can get through life like this and get away with it, hey, that’s great. But its very, very unpredictable. There’s so many ways you can ***** it up.” ~ Paul Castellano Thirty-two hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. It wasn’t even enough to pay for the coffin.” (ray liotta as Henry hill) good fellas movie. “I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the fear.” Dr. Gonzo( fear and loathing in Las Vegas) “If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.” Jules. ( movie pulp fiction with John travolta and Samuel l. Jackson. Also starring bruce Willis.) “No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him with a gun, you better **** him, because he’ll keep comin’ back and back until one of you is dead.” Ace Rothstein ( movie Casino) Robert deniro, Joe pesci.
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
delinquent iterations( Mob real quotes, and movie ones)
Ruth T. ****** put her cigarette between Her chapped lips and sighed As she started the dishes. She was feminine in the same way that Clint Eastwood is; She wasn't. "Mama?" "Oh god!" Ruth squealed, Allowing the cigarette to fall From her mouth into the sink where It went out with a sizzle. "I don't mean to scare you none," "What?" "Where's Papa? He said he'd be Home tonight to help me fix my wagon For Bugsy." "Well he isn't." Ruth resumed The dishes in the same way that one would pick up a book. "But where is he?" "I don't know ****** But she most Certianly did know. "Did you string the Laundry on the line like I told you to?" "No." Rosie J. ****** fell asleep that night, Thinking that she had deserved Exactly what her Mama had Done to her left eye.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
The Adventures of Ruth T. ******
My Grandmother told me stories How she lived across the street from Bugsy Siegel's mother in Brooklyn If you knew my family, it's hardly believable. Mobsters near the family, I was told "things always fell off the truck." I guess Great Grandpa Willie made it by, must have had good luck. Berger became Bock, Grandma Marcia married Joel, my Grandpa. He left Brooklyn for the Air force and they moved to Arkansas East to Midwest, to West.... Grandma went with him, they finally rested in sunny California. Willie would have been proud of Joel when he served during Korea. William Berger passed away, I never knew him. We now have scholars, businessmen, artists and athletes It's iconic how living here will shape your reality The memories and moments of a family to which we clutch Softly being recorded, my family history shows how much he loved us. A mysterious, touching legacy was left over time. I'm sure my grandmother keeps pictures and pages I will never find. No matter what, whether he was honest, hardworking, or in crime, I know he did it all for his family, prosperity or depressing times. I was told he had a lot of courage, and always made friends I wish I could have seen his face, I wish I could have met the man. Grandma says I look like him.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
A Man I Never Met
Bugsy's dream Operatic fountains synchronized streams Dead music legends interpreted by cirque glamour the eyes neon and distractions gangster's paradise imploded and expanded stars in the sky out shined by fluorescent sands desert roads in summer throes craps and snake eyes piercingly like void venom artifice and slots easy as swallowing shots life: a machination of mannequins electric pulse of a new heart as mob money mobs sincerely catering service champagne rooms since greed barely sleeps and lust is always hungry... it be only history now viral and industry sin city once only an idea, a peanut from - y'know - "like whoa! what the frank??..." but gotta hand it the business took legit crooks, stashing books, making whoop... dream getaways by blue moons in blue pools privacy like freedom is a pension crap toss EXPENSIVE... where those blind to consequence can witness (convertible caddy) the highway to losing grace seeing is half believing when gambling feels like a game, and the surroundings rarely change. Where the indifferent ego Idled by self becomes a parasitic pretender talented liar actor to some... walking among the vapid vehemency of true victors & kings brilliantly glamourized in billboard lights numbingly blinking hypno hyper active analogues of high def diminishment of common folly logic displacia of senses fairy-dust of forgetting (in a Benjamin straw) duty discarded familial responsibility a hollow weight a close second to desperations the hustle was once a dance the true crime and you metro and the fool willing food flash floods and tour buses full just to be had gangster pimped out a city called it "the table" dubbed by sin stole some cash catering to our vices / service entrance in the back "What happened in vegas...?" some call it being had ...
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
Been Had
Bugsy's dream Operatic fountains synchronized streams Dead music legends interpreted by cirque glamour the eyes neon and distractions gangster's paradise imploded and expanded stars in the sky out shined by fluorescent sands desert roads in summer throes craps and snake eyes piercingly like void venom artifice and slots easy as swallowing shots life: a machination of mannequins electric pulse of a new heart as mob money mobs sincerely catering service champagne rooms since greed barely sleeps and lust is always hungry... it be only history now viral and industry sin city once only an idea, a peanut from - y'know - "like whoa! what the frank??..." but gotta hand it the business took legit crooks, stashing books, making whoop... dream getaways by blue moons in blue pools privacy like freedom is a pension crap toss EXPENSIVE... where those blind to consequence can witness (convertible caddy) the highway to losing grace seeing is half believing when gambling feels like a game, and the surroundings rarely change. Where the indifferent ego Idled by self becomes a parasitic pretender talented liar actor to some... walking among the vapid vehemency of true victors & kings brilliantly glamourized in billboard lights numbingly blinking hypno hyper active analogues of high def diminishment of common folly logic displacia of senses fairy-dust of forgetting (in a Benjamin straw) duty discarded familial responsibility a hollow weight a close second to desperations the hustle was once a dance the true crime and you metro and the fool willing food flash floods and tour buses full just to be had gangster pimped out a city called it "the table" dubbed by sin stole some cash catering to our vices / service entrance in the back "What happened in vegas...?" some call it being had ...
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