"cukoo" poems - Hello Poetry

Can't sleep These dizzy thoughts spinning ceaslessly relentless in a cup Half empty, Half full? Who knows, But in the end the mad hatter will still wish you had never been born-- A very Merry Unbirthday to you to me? Indeed Round and Round they go mixing colors, textures emotions, thought into this smear of humanity A stain on the background of my mind as it clicks and whirs and calculates the options, the weighted possibilities the electrical impulses zipping past the smear of confused, muttled anguish through it, around it, but the shock cannot seperate the colors the textures, the emotions, the thoughts The colors melt into grey various shades of unvarying reluctant gestures As the cheshire cat smiles and laughs like the cookie crisp mascot cukoo for coooookie crisp I hear its laughter Chuckling madly at the mad hatter and myself the mad hatter sipping out of the cup of grey as he sings about my unborn nature Unborn into the world of reality of sensibility, of responsibility WAKE UP I snap back I look around and do not recognize anything at all

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Apr 4, 2010

Apr 4, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC

miss-masque

Dizzy Dozing

Can't sleep These dizzy thoughts spinning ceaslessly relentless in a cup Half empty, Half full? Who knows, But in the end the mad hatter will still wish you had never been born-- A very Merry Unbirthday to you to me? Indeed Round and Round they go mixing colors, textures emotions, thought into this smear of humanity A stain on the background of my mind as it clicks and whirs and calculates the options, the weighted possibilities the electrical impulses zipping past the smear of confused, muttled anguish through it, around it, but the shock cannot seperate the colors the textures, the emotions, the thoughts The colors melt into grey various shades of unvarying reluctant gestures As the cheshire cat smiles and laughs like the cookie crisp mascot cukoo for coooookie crisp I hear its laughter Chuckling madly at the mad hatter and myself the mad hatter sipping out of the cup of grey as he sings about my unborn nature Unborn into the world of reality of sensibility, of responsibility WAKE UP I snap back I look around and do not recognize anything at all

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The taste never waste her time Justify Spanish Fly College girl juicy She will mix you like paste What to predict The terror reacts Good taste change it bad Tantalizing So pursuing Never ever sunrise She comes For U Celeste The rank ruling Mark her Masquerade Edible bites food Bra push up- parade Pushed you down Celeste Wears it tasty frown Secretly confided When the sun goes down The time share Who shares The Celeste moon collided She-wolf The mix he gets a taste Vampire *** Whole in one Gulf of Mexico Mr. Rocco Hot and spicy foods she will burn you Taco Meat Million layers of layers of her moon runners Her Madly loves The Mediterranean Kiss the floor she walks on Villa Blue sky Eats so high Tower-food shot Godzilla Cremeolla Write me Mozilla Salads cheese Mozarella Saint Gennaro Feast sticks like her Stucco Do one's best The Budapest The Monk Please the temptation Celeste All blessed Self-interest Please don't bring junk Resisting arrest She loves her armrest What about his Iron fist O- Bloodwork B- The Hood-Wink Going Northwest His talk stinks Columbus You know Polaris Mall the best All taste Food Monolopy Polly crackers Dismal never happy Brie taste of lies Cukoo nest Never rest Eucalypti Italy Syrupy Say Hi Valentine Wii Wee She La femme French Hi and kiss

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC

robinHelloRow

Celeste Never-ever Taste

The taste never waste her time Justify Spanish Fly College girl juicy She will mix you like paste What to predict The terror reacts Good taste change it bad Tantalizing So pursuing Never ever sunrise She comes For U Celeste The rank ruling Mark her Masquerade Edible bites food Bra push up- parade Pushed you down Celeste Wears it tasty frown Secretly confided When the sun goes down The time share Who shares The Celeste moon collided She-wolf The mix he gets a taste Vampire *** Whole in one Gulf of Mexico Mr. Rocco Hot and spicy foods she will burn you Taco Meat Million layers of layers of her moon runners Her Madly loves The Mediterranean Kiss the floor she walks on Villa Blue sky Eats so high Tower-food shot Godzilla Cremeolla Write me Mozilla Salads cheese Mozarella Saint Gennaro Feast sticks like her Stucco Do one's best The Budapest The Monk Please the temptation Celeste All blessed Self-interest Please don't bring junk Resisting arrest She loves her armrest What about his Iron fist O- Bloodwork B- The Hood-Wink Going Northwest His talk stinks Columbus You know Polaris Mall the best All taste Food Monolopy Polly crackers Dismal never happy Brie taste of lies Cukoo nest Never rest Eucalypti Italy Syrupy Say Hi Valentine Wii Wee She La femme French Hi and kiss

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Tic tock the birds all cood The clocks and pendellums swiched and swood He loved his clocks, they kept him company Even to a vampire, immortality gets lonely He was an odd one of his race no doubt The only one he knew who slept spread out Clausterphobia is uncommon to find in his kind But even in his coffin he felt confined He thought it perfectly reasonable though As he paced around his clocks to and fro He always found the coffin dark and stuffy If you had to sleep forever, you'ld choose something big and fluffy More ironic than that he found was his fixation Time to him was an endless execration His fate rung in his mind with every tic A rhythmic reminder beginning to make him sick It's actually madenning listening to every tock Eons have past with these God forsaken clocks He finally decided to pick up a bat And smash every cukoo bird he had outright flat But even as he lay on his fluffy white bed Staring at broken bits and gears, his relief unsaid Still he found the lair a tad bit dry No more company around to keep him by He realized that there was not much to be done He should make the most of his time, and have a little fun But first he had to spruce up the place, making sure it wouldnt frustrate With something that, prefrebably, didnt remind him of his fate He sat there staring at nothing, stiff and perplexed And thought sternly to himself "Maybe snowglobes next"

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC

muck-monster

Cukoo

Tic tock the birds all cood The clocks and pendellums swiched and swood He loved his clocks, they kept him company Even to a vampire, immortality gets lonely He was an odd one of his race no doubt The only one he knew who slept spread out Clausterphobia is uncommon to find in his kind But even in his coffin he felt confined He thought it perfectly reasonable though As he paced around his clocks to and fro He always found the coffin dark and stuffy If you had to sleep forever, you'ld choose something big and fluffy More ironic than that he found was his fixation Time to him was an endless execration His fate rung in his mind with every tic A rhythmic reminder beginning to make him sick It's actually madenning listening to every tock Eons have past with these God forsaken clocks He finally decided to pick up a bat And smash every cukoo bird he had outright flat But even as he lay on his fluffy white bed Staring at broken bits and gears, his relief unsaid Still he found the lair a tad bit dry No more company around to keep him by He realized that there was not much to be done He should make the most of his time, and have a little fun But first he had to spruce up the place, making sure it wouldnt frustrate With something that, prefrebably, didnt remind him of his fate He sat there staring at nothing, stiff and perplexed And thought sternly to himself "Maybe snowglobes next"

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It's a different buzz when I hear of someone who isn't like anyone else, Like a mellifluous cukoo in middle of a metropolitan, a wave of fresh air breezing past the sailors of Atlantic or as if it rained upon the deserted desert where ozymandias is buried. All the myths were buried About things glowing brighter when, I happened to glance upon her gleam; where else, Have I seen such shine, never in mine,past which only she stands, next to The Sun, none in middle. This sestina is hers,thou shalln't disturb in middle, Those traits Methuselah said, is long lost and buried, I don't know if it's hers, or she borrowed from the past, Maybe she learnt at the right time, I don't know when, Maybe she learnt it from someone, I don't know who else can guide my way to the place, Redeemer was once built upon. She is the Horatio, you can freely trust upon, Tom to the Huck Finn,when stuck in middle, "Acceptability" as she puts it, is second to none else, Eleos must be proud of things she left buried, Aesthetic in itself did her trait sound when I caught upto myself in wake of my past. Don't fool yourself, everyone still has a past, But weak are those who keep clinging upon the setbacks of life , the scars you get, never when you came across but when u get stuck in middle of holding onto it over keeping it buried, But she isn't us, changing times doesn't wear her but everyone else. It's not something I only observed, ask someone else, It's what she stands for , way above her past, I always worry about the good things being buried, But oblivion is what her world's built upon, Infinity and beyond is what she will be deciding in middle of choosing destinies she'll own, time will tell when. Who? I hope you got her upon, the hints I dropped in middle, My examples are all the buried , yet her hint lies in only their past, I might sound cliché when, I say like you there lies none else.

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC

Sanprit_7

It's you (SESTINA)

It's a different buzz when I hear of someone who isn't like anyone else, Like a mellifluous cukoo in middle of a metropolitan, a wave of fresh air breezing past the sailors of Atlantic or as if it rained upon the deserted desert where ozymandias is buried. All the myths were buried About things glowing brighter when, I happened to glance upon her gleam; where else, Have I seen such shine, never in mine,past which only she stands, next to The Sun, none in middle. This sestina is hers,thou shalln't disturb in middle, Those traits Methuselah said, is long lost and buried, I don't know if it's hers, or she borrowed from the past, Maybe she learnt at the right time, I don't know when, Maybe she learnt it from someone, I don't know who else can guide my way to the place, Redeemer was once built upon. She is the Horatio, you can freely trust upon, Tom to the Huck Finn,when stuck in middle, "Acceptability" as she puts it, is second to none else, Eleos must be proud of things she left buried, Aesthetic in itself did her trait sound when I caught upto myself in wake of my past. Don't fool yourself, everyone still has a past, But weak are those who keep clinging upon the setbacks of life , the scars you get, never when you came across but when u get stuck in middle of holding onto it over keeping it buried, But she isn't us, changing times doesn't wear her but everyone else. It's not something I only observed, ask someone else, It's what she stands for , way above her past, I always worry about the good things being buried, But oblivion is what her world's built upon, Infinity and beyond is what she will be deciding in middle of choosing destinies she'll own, time will tell when. Who? I hope you got her upon, the hints I dropped in middle, My examples are all the buried , yet her hint lies in only their past, I might sound cliché when, I say like you there lies none else.

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