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"deers" poems
Leafy ferns and little frogs Toads live in the garden Weeds and grass and daffodils And poop...I beg your pardon Yes **** is in there from the cat That roams around the houses Just pick it out or grind it in It should be full of mouses (meeces or mice) There's ceramic figurines in there Little deers and little dogs To go along with little stones And plastic little logs But, beware the garden gnome A treacherous beast is he With evil eyes and long white beard He is plotting after thee The garden gnome looks daffy In his jacket and his hat But, look deep in the gnomey eyes And you'll see just where he's at There's ******* blown from up the road Candy wrappers and old tins The neighbor kids are lazy so, They never throw it in the bins The cat lies sunning lazily Beneath a summer sun of gold With it's job of chasing meeces down For a while, put on hold There's ivy, climbing everywhere And things you can not tell They got there from the squirrels But you keep them for the smell But, beware the garden gnome A treacherous beast is he With evil eyes and long white beard He is plotting after thee The garden gnome looks daffy In his jacket and his hat But, look deep in the gnomey eyes And you'll see just where he's at You tend the garden lovingly Moving figures in and out You never move the gnomes too much Too much trouble, I won't doubt You transplant flowers, move some trees Cut the weeds back, till the soil You head inside, the whistle blows The kettles on the boil While you are gone, something goes on The gnomes attack the cat You come back out, and wonder why The gnome has lost his hat yes, beware the garden gnome A treacherous beast is he With evil eyes and long white beard He is plotting after thee The garden gnome looks daffy In his jacket and his hat But, look deep in the gnomey eyes And you'll see he's looking at the cat!!
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
The Garden Gnomes
Leafy ferns and little frogs Toads live in the garden Weeds and grass and daffodils And poop...I beg your pardon Yes **** is in there from the cat That roams around the houses Just pick it out or grind it in It should be full of mouses (meeces or mice) There's ceramic figurines in there Little deers and little dogs To go along with little stones And plastic little logs But, beware the garden gnome A treacherous beast is he With evil eyes and long white beard He is plotting after thee The garden gnome looks daffy In his jacket and his hat But, look deep in the gnomey eyes And you'll see just where he's at There's ******* blown from up the road Candy wrappers and old tins The neighbor kids are lazy so, They never throw it in the bins The cat lies sunning lazily Beneath a summer sun of gold With it's job of chasing meeces down For a while, put on hold There's ivy, climbing everywhere And things you can not tell They got there from the squirrels But you keep them for the smell But, beware the garden gnome A treacherous beast is he With evil eyes and long white beard He is plotting after thee The garden gnome looks daffy In his jacket and his hat But, look deep in the gnomey eyes And you'll see just where he's at You tend the garden lovingly Moving figures in and out You never move the gnomes too much Too much trouble, I won't doubt You transplant flowers, move some trees Cut the weeds back, till the soil You head inside, the whistle blows The kettles on the boil While you are gone, something goes on The gnomes attack the cat You come back out, and wonder why The gnome has lost his hat yes, beware the garden gnome A treacherous beast is he With evil eyes and long white beard He is plotting after thee The garden gnome looks daffy In his jacket and his hat But, look deep in the gnomey eyes And you'll see he's looking at the cat!!
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*I want to run with you On the roof of the world Through a misty forest To break through And at dawn wake up the deers. I want to dry up your tears When you are sad I want to convince you To give up your fears And to tell you that Never, never I've been mad Or angry at you. I want us to look in the same direction And to have a common horizon. I want to walk next to you For a while, if life allows, My heart melting your arrows. Now I want to tell you That if for you this is a burden, You can, all of a sudden, Tell me to stop these public wish lists And, promised, I will not insist.*
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Wish list n°2
Dancing with the drifter, the howling wind, I hear my calling. Surrounded by curious quadrupeds, peculiar creatures. The mind follows the adventure, futuristic thoughts are revealed. A video of truth, hidden meaning, I suppose. Led down the path of broken homes, forgotten tears, dark holes. The ending, foreseen or to be unclear? To dance with the deers, a scrutable choice.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Dancing With The Deers
The Great Debate started, Parliament was the open forest, electors were divided into two groups— Sir Fox's, and The Lion's, The first group wanted to overthrow the Lion from the sovereign head of the forest, It was a tough job to confront Lion directly, So, Sir Fox, appointed a Monkey as the Chief campaigner, and that monkey appointed other monkeys in the business, Scaring them with a story of vanishing trees, and living on the land increases the mortality rate if Lion Party continues. Monkey, the chief campaigner exclaimed, “We are not living in the rule of law but in the rule of Lion, All are equal, but the continuous target of a particular community, Like a beautiful deer, by another community in majority should be banned, Deers bring historic and aesthetic significance to the forest And need to be treated as the same,” Deers bellowed gleefully hearing this. Cows felt hurt, their exclusion from Monkey’s speech proved to be a setback to the Fox’s Party, Cows were the most targeted community by the Carnivores, everyone in the forest knew, Potential voters were lost to Lion’s Party. Polarising speeches of Chief continued, It brought Rhinoceros to its side, Seeing rhino in political rallies, Hippopotamus chipped in, To counter the increasing weight Political advisor of Lion, i.e, Tiger, persuaded Elephant to become an official member of their party. Hate speeches increased in numbers Giraffe, the bearer and upholder of law, Overlooked everything, the long neck looked tilted towards an ideology. Rumours became truth, truth became rumour Monkey was good in it, And an army of monkeys were excellent. Parrots, Pigeons, Peacock, **** Cuckoo, Cat, Loved the importance they got, Disseminated the Fox loving songs. The listeners felt threatened, They had an enemy living between them and they were considering them friends, They thanked the Parrot, Pigeon, Peacock for pointing them out. Now, biped hated quadruped, Quadruped hated reptiles, Reptiles did the same to amphibians, And in this way the whole animal kingdom danced in chaos, The fiery speeches of Sir Fox helped in creating illusion, The slogan of the Man as a common enemy was changed to, Feline as a common enemy, Felines joined Sir Fox’s Party, And Canines ran to Lion’s Party, Obvious was difficult to observe Obscure was easy to see. to be continued
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Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
The Great Debate -- A Satire
The Great Debate started, Parliament was the open forest, electors were divided into two groups— Sir Fox's, and The Lion's, The first group wanted to overthrow the Lion from the sovereign head of the forest, It was a tough job to confront Lion directly, So, Sir Fox, appointed a Monkey as the Chief campaigner, and that monkey appointed other monkeys in the business, Scaring them with a story of vanishing trees, and living on the land increases the mortality rate if Lion Party continues. Monkey, the chief campaigner exclaimed, “We are not living in the rule of law but in the rule of Lion, All are equal, but the continuous target of a particular community, Like a beautiful deer, by another community in majority should be banned, Deers bring historic and aesthetic significance to the forest And need to be treated as the same,” Deers bellowed gleefully hearing this. Cows felt hurt, their exclusion from Monkey’s speech proved to be a setback to the Fox’s Party, Cows were the most targeted community by the Carnivores, everyone in the forest knew, Potential voters were lost to Lion’s Party. Polarising speeches of Chief continued, It brought Rhinoceros to its side, Seeing rhino in political rallies, Hippopotamus chipped in, To counter the increasing weight Political advisor of Lion, i.e, Tiger, persuaded Elephant to become an official member of their party. Hate speeches increased in numbers Giraffe, the bearer and upholder of law, Overlooked everything, the long neck looked tilted towards an ideology. Rumours became truth, truth became rumour Monkey was good in it, And an army of monkeys were excellent. Parrots, Pigeons, Peacock, **** Cuckoo, Cat, Loved the importance they got, Disseminated the Fox loving songs. The listeners felt threatened, They had an enemy living between them and they were considering them friends, They thanked the Parrot, Pigeon, Peacock for pointing them out. Now, biped hated quadruped, Quadruped hated reptiles, Reptiles did the same to amphibians, And in this way the whole animal kingdom danced in chaos, The fiery speeches of Sir Fox helped in creating illusion, The slogan of the Man as a common enemy was changed to, Feline as a common enemy, Felines joined Sir Fox’s Party, And Canines ran to Lion’s Party, Obvious was difficult to observe Obscure was easy to see. to be continued
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I saw you As you stared at me Two deers caught in each other headlights As brief as a flash, blinked, and you’d miss it I am only reminded of my heaviness when you are there Standing – Floating – Watching As ghostly as any ghost, then Gone – Vanished – Nothing I am alone, again, cursed to remain here I tried to follow in your footsteps Untangling, unknotting, unravelling Myself from a generation of debt and duty These twisted roots of familiar obligations How did you escape such a similar situation? I wasn’t born light, like you. I was born heavy, brother. I will have to earn my lightness. Sometimes on rainy days when the weighty pain becomes unmanageable I find myself slipping into the tangible delusion Of ascribing meaning to everything That maybe you think of me as much as I think of you That you see my pain and want to help But it’s just too much for you right now When you’re ready, you’ll come back to me You’ll come back. Sometimes the little lies we tell ourselves Can be enough to get us through this life But not tonight.
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Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
Vanishing Twin
Santa late on his route. He just sitting on his couch. He's not in a panic attack. But he want his reindeers back. Run Rudolph run, bring his deers back. Lead them, guide them even drag them. Run Rudolph run. Prancher being rebelling all through the year. And Dancer is afraid to appear. Run Rudolph run, bring his friends back. Comet, is on a strike. Cause he can't lead the flight. As for ***** we're not sure. Its been alleged he's allergic to toys. Run Rudolph run. Christmas about to come. We have the green light to be in the sky tonight. Run Rudolph run. Christmas about to come. Parents calling. Kids balling. Run Rudolph run. If you appear then things will be fair. Cause you soon have Santa in the air.
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Run Rudolph Run (Christmas About To Appear)
Women are crying blood instead of tears children are hunted like lions hunt deers they don't even get a chance to plan for their careers isn't that a big burden for them to bear ?! Apparently , these aren't our interests to think about .. Oh come on guys ! There still lots of movies and football matches to watch out ! Really , isn't he your brother who screamed loud ? Asking; where are u brother ? I'm freaking out He could hardly beleive you're leaving him to die out ! For how long will we pretend being deaf and blind ? Are u waiting to hear the news notifying u the death of ur close friend ? have u ever tried to think about the tough time he spent ? and what did he do to have such an unmerciful end  ? Now raise your hands and ask Allah to have their nation mended .. This at least will releive their problems and save them from that tormentful current
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
When will we wake up !
I really did believe back then that fairy's took my teeth I'd carefully lift my pillow and slip them underneath. I really did believe back then that sleighs and deers could fly And once a year on Christmas eve old Santa crossed the sky. And then my favourite fairytale began one August night A true life Prince or so you seemed came after his Snow White. My life was in a state of shock But with your kiss I woke I soon believed your words of love and every word you spoke. But cheating minds can lurk beneath a pair of loving eyes. If only I had learnt back then That fairytales were lies.
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Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
Fairytales
Tried to visit Petrified Forest but my stomach said no Didn't really mind it cause it didn't have much to show We drove on route 40 and a hot guy kept following us When he had waved 20 times we were like "Okay, enough!" In Flagstaff I got to check in at my very first motel It was way cooler than the Dallas hotel! We wanted to get wasted so we went out to find a bar Some Germans were playing pool, they couldn't speak English at all Shots! Shots! Shots! Two of them were actually quite hot. After some drinks we lost each other in the dark Thankfully both remembered were the car was parked Hungover as **** we left for Grand Canyon I was so excited to see it with my favorite companion The size of it was greater than I had imagined it to be and squirrels were practically climbing up my knee An idiot lady had her dogs locked in the car ***** was lucky that I didn't have a crowbar Still missed our turkey but deers were walking free When the heat almost killed us it was time to leave It was one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced But for Vegas we left to see something completely different!
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
Arizona
I hit a deer, its blood drying on me It wept and cried in agony It was my fault I cried with it I had to do what i took away from it I had to be strong and live on I gripped its neck in my hands and twisted it The twist ended all sadness. The deer was to be hunted anyways I think i did it a favor, this world is cruel to deers.
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May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
A deer in my road
I stepped on a twig, The sound bolted your legs. My deer I would chase after you, But I snapped my pride in two.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Deers & Twigs
A rocking chair for two to share upon the porch we built with lemonade and hair in braid and kisses without guilt The bullfrogs song moves night along as stars in heaven play and you intwine your hand in mine melting my cares away The setting sun where wild deers run marks soft the end of day you touch my face with gentle grace and drive all doubts away The night floats in on silent wings the cool night air now cold so come now bed my angel said this day has grown so old Remember though before we go to make it widely known the rocking chair is ours to share and ours my love alone
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 1:55 PM UTC
Rock a bye Baby
Voices wispering "hush dear, be safe with us" Sounds of whimpering "liars, don't listen, don't make a fuss" Creature talking "you can't pretend, in your head it's all about us" ... My reflection mirrored in a strangers frown creature creeping underneath my gown is it me, sweeping give to whom it belongs, this heavy crown In your pictures the conflict hides through pretty gestures beauty subsides and love with its tiring lectures I don't give a **** about your empty phrases turned down praises Watch me pull the plug Your insincerity amazes as I watch you feast on a deers pluck You're not a dog all you do is bark getting rid of carcasses at the bog listen closely and hear the lark we all get lost in the fog see if you can catch a spark listen closely and hear the frog you will see me in the dark
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
Lady of the marsh
8AM strikes like a ***** And romping the losing street - The engineered reptile stalks the hound we are. The soldiered army, oozing molten pride, Spike me in the side with their knees Lifted to caution, so-so below the chin The cold, dead breath bullies like a child Never been taught, never have they ought; I give them pity like spit, the drool reared. The glands of my sodden state are nucleic They spark and fizz and pop at the slightest fix And they mount the green turf as they say the things they say They say them in spite Their eyes to register a flat-line, the pulse of my eyelid Froths staring into their granite granules, you call them eyes I do despise, I do despise, The heartless range of those hunter-deers, The wet pathos that criminals invoke And then, I woke, the rage, the rage! A mountainous affair, cracked into your skin You wished I were dead so you could be thin. And when I am not hot, Risen, aired by the microwaved Monday dawning, I can almost laugh about the spaces between your eyes The slight disgust, the frozen musk Awns over me, little fist tight of pink Ears rabbited off -- a sharp, twisted empale And then, you are there-- Frozen and dominating, your coffin spooks to me A spoken longing and then all we know wilts A running red cloak of tartan regrets Jades the illicit wail bespoken after the instrumental twist The torture device you call your words is broken out I ask for one thing, beg for it, screech it To the solars like I am owed. Knowing Death, if not heed, the spited greed-- Give me strength, for the thoughts The thoughts, that blow through me Windswept, gliding the dead human ash through my marsh Do not upturn the limped greyed grass And blow through, a harmless storm, With nothing to say about how I carry my day. Move on to your homeward-bound, your Concentration plantation, reeling off dead spinners Like your words, your cold ******* words. You slimy ******* you **** I have spoken, one million syllables, For your satisfaction. You lord it over me like a raw-meat hand Of the disciples. Well, well, Judas, Judas -- I bite my tongue. I bite it so it jades.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
Forsooth to Evil
8AM strikes like a ***** And romping the losing street - The engineered reptile stalks the hound we are. The soldiered army, oozing molten pride, Spike me in the side with their knees Lifted to caution, so-so below the chin The cold, dead breath bullies like a child Never been taught, never have they ought; I give them pity like spit, the drool reared. The glands of my sodden state are nucleic They spark and fizz and pop at the slightest fix And they mount the green turf as they say the things they say They say them in spite Their eyes to register a flat-line, the pulse of my eyelid Froths staring into their granite granules, you call them eyes I do despise, I do despise, The heartless range of those hunter-deers, The wet pathos that criminals invoke And then, I woke, the rage, the rage! A mountainous affair, cracked into your skin You wished I were dead so you could be thin. And when I am not hot, Risen, aired by the microwaved Monday dawning, I can almost laugh about the spaces between your eyes The slight disgust, the frozen musk Awns over me, little fist tight of pink Ears rabbited off -- a sharp, twisted empale And then, you are there-- Frozen and dominating, your coffin spooks to me A spoken longing and then all we know wilts A running red cloak of tartan regrets Jades the illicit wail bespoken after the instrumental twist The torture device you call your words is broken out I ask for one thing, beg for it, screech it To the solars like I am owed. Knowing Death, if not heed, the spited greed-- Give me strength, for the thoughts The thoughts, that blow through me Windswept, gliding the dead human ash through my marsh Do not upturn the limped greyed grass And blow through, a harmless storm, With nothing to say about how I carry my day. Move on to your homeward-bound, your Concentration plantation, reeling off dead spinners Like your words, your cold ******* words. You slimy ******* you **** I have spoken, one million syllables, For your satisfaction. You lord it over me like a raw-meat hand Of the disciples. Well, well, Judas, Judas -- I bite my tongue. I bite it so it jades.
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"Great goodness," said the scarecrow To the white tailed dear As she sidled by with her belly full of labor. "When the next season comes your Load will lighten onto the earth To be legged upon another mother." The doe says, "yes, the girl is due In the days where streams start trickling again. I'll have her hop like I do, I'll have her know the joys of big leaps." "But what will you," said the scarecrow, "do In the coming days of august spent, For this is not your first labor but might Well be the last?" And the doe said, "yes, sweet scarecrow, She is mine as I am old, but with her My youth will grow long enough Until I return to the earth to Mother her." "Good," said the scarecrow through a smile. "I'll watch your kin grow as your shape does, and ask of her the same question when the same time comes. Your love is not short!"
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
Of a Scarecrow and Deers
Beware concrete deers for they are not as fearful as their wild cousins, unmoving to your high beams, unforgiving to dads new car.
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Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 12:24 AM UTC
Paternalcide.
South Pacific, Jiminy Cricket, This world I tried to gain access, I tried to write A book That would capture All my happiness, Full of romance, Life that was enhanced By beauty and love, Carousel and Disneyland, Babycham deers And romantic lands, These patterns I wove.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
Babycham Deers and Romantic Lands
Cats are evil Dogs are good. Pigeons are winged rats. Pigs are food. Cows just stand there except when it rains Crickets are annoying And goldfish lack brains Mice are cute Rats are not Bears are fat and lazy Deers are shot. Polar bears seem lonely Wolves work in a pack Foxes are silent Parrots talk back Rabbits eat your garden Termites eat your home Turtles win the race Buffalos roam Hippos will **** you Panguins can't fly A hen is a girl A rooster is a guy So many creatures Each so unique If I was to write them all This poem would last a week!
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
Animal Kingdom
I climb the thin road Along the muttering stream Cold off the fell over broken quartz teeth My step huge in the sharp afternoon A drape of fern and bracken Flickering into the eyes corner Blinking out of green. They are there Trembling all silence Of their glass world Even now At the door of transformations Their shy blessings Fade into the fable
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
THE DEERS BLESSING
In a land  made of coal And air filled with black smoke Where the rivers so poluted That no creature could live And people filled with hatred Till humanity no longer exist Until one day A star fell from the sky Bringing down a heavenly spark Then in the mud grew a rose And a single heart shined with hope The wind brought breaths of fresh air And the darkened night finally reached thier down And that was more than enough To restore the land to what it really was Springs and rivers Animals and fields Lilac and lillies Butterflies and deers human sharing laughter and hearts Forgetting thier disturbed times of the past And I stand and stair To the beauty of that image With a wide smile And question deep inside Asking  Will my heart ever bloom Like the land in my dreams ?
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
Lost