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"derriere" poems
My dear summers dream was to the taste cream Pass me the triple beam the microphone fiend Back on the scene simplicity is your complexity So amazingly like grace I be rockin' the place Like we Studio 54 shut down the doors Once the bubbly pours and the **** adores Ya mental **** ya sentimentals and these new aged millennials They too satirical I make miracles flow potholes Creatin' mass mayhem your an inconvenience Cuz of ya hesitance my presence is known Without even being shown paragraphs of stone Hard to crack waxing tracks like a shark attack Felonious acts we never back down Til my soul drown in the core of the earth Royalties since birth new my worth they tried to mirth At my pain tryna change the game cuz all these cowards Saying the same thang got dang got dang Time to chess box like Wu Tang leavin' a stain On ya reign no tears though I'll be on solo Rippin' up instrumentals ya know how we do so...yeahhh From the Sunny to bees that make the honey Sticky icky like my spliffs be call me smokey Puttin' fire to mother natures forests check the creases I unleashes Rap game mafiaso so so better back back Or else get dropped lika Domino so here we go! Here we go! With the ghetto jams love girls with the derriere's of Pam Got **** once again it's time to slam Mics harder than Shawn Kemp ya flows shrimp That's why ya girl calls me Mr **** no limp Slick as Rick hello young world tilt and a whirl Catch the swirl of Qatar Pearls on the neck of ya girl Suckas better know I'm coming with a blow Harder than Bowe combined with a super glow black Saiyan raps slayin' turntables layin' So I can get wicked lyrics Pickett like Wilson Flows in unison formation of words Herds a violent surge feel the purge We high rising no disguisin' knockin' out Suckas who jivin' ain't none survivin' ?
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Even Though Why We Do Wrong??
My dear summers dream was to the taste cream Pass me the triple beam the microphone fiend Back on the scene simplicity is your complexity So amazingly like grace I be rockin' the place Like we Studio 54 shut down the doors Once the bubbly pours and the **** adores Ya mental **** ya sentimentals and these new aged millennials They too satirical I make miracles flow potholes Creatin' mass mayhem your an inconvenience Cuz of ya hesitance my presence is known Without even being shown paragraphs of stone Hard to crack waxing tracks like a shark attack Felonious acts we never back down Til my soul drown in the core of the earth Royalties since birth new my worth they tried to mirth At my pain tryna change the game cuz all these cowards Saying the same thang got dang got dang Time to chess box like Wu Tang leavin' a stain On ya reign no tears though I'll be on solo Rippin' up instrumentals ya know how we do so...yeahhh From the Sunny to bees that make the honey Sticky icky like my spliffs be call me smokey Puttin' fire to mother natures forests check the creases I unleashes Rap game mafiaso so so better back back Or else get dropped lika Domino so here we go! Here we go! With the ghetto jams love girls with the derriere's of Pam Got **** once again it's time to slam Mics harder than Shawn Kemp ya flows shrimp That's why ya girl calls me Mr **** no limp Slick as Rick hello young world tilt and a whirl Catch the swirl of Qatar Pearls on the neck of ya girl Suckas better know I'm coming with a blow Harder than Bowe combined with a super glow black Saiyan raps slayin' turntables layin' So I can get wicked lyrics Pickett like Wilson Flows in unison formation of words Herds a violent surge feel the purge We high rising no disguisin' knockin' out Suckas who jivin' ain't none survivin' ?
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*Quintessential charmer, libidinous crow pheasant, has an eye on him, thinly disguised mating calls disclose her keenness of intention, protruding derriere, provocative walk, her amour leaves nothing to guess, 'what you fancy is my desire' her acts yell out to him.*
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
The crow pheasant doesn't care even if her proposal is indecent
when i want inspiration to write poetry i watch a heaving tempest of kisses they have a better flavor than cooking shows what's prettier than pretty pretty in pigtails shaking her delicious derriere whipped Soufflé? i'm kissing butter princess witchy ****  spread lickity splits eating her with a big wide **** eating grin like an open face dagwood whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring of Adonis's plumper in paradise filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue? ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy merciless, pa-leazze fluttered big wet talking eyes like pools of blue honey getting it zigged zagged hard against a redraw mouth throttling fluted gullet while eager throat gasps a symphonic music of the spheres in relentless staccato chokes lovin her big devil **** splashing all gym built wonder-boy a litter of ****** and tongues licking pig greedy rapturous milkshake waterfalls whimpering mmmmmm oooh big daddy oh my ****** god pillar of colossus you Tunisian donut you pierce me like a spoon through summer guava who screams like that eating lunch but a half ate apricot? better than a football game I'd rather take her greek more fun than math or small talk preferable to a pat on the back at work or a ridged procession at a funeral oh beautiful dark fig squatting crotch candy bubbling tapioca *** queen of spun sugar ****  all pyrotechnics and fluttering sinews if you asked most do they watch **** they'd grow smug like a senator or punch you in the mouth outwardly high-minded refusing the blessing of a video **** parade of pirouetting vaginas and glistening areolas for the glory of the secret ************ ceremony the *** moralists only good for a secret ****** living their lives with passions submerged and nothing to confess except for guilty offerings as they wander through dreamland shopping malls wanting to know Victorias ***** little secret seduced but not caressed by a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
****
when i want inspiration to write poetry i watch a heaving tempest of kisses they have a better flavor than cooking shows what's prettier than pretty pretty in pigtails shaking her delicious derriere whipped Soufflé? i'm kissing butter princess witchy ****  spread lickity splits eating her with a big wide **** eating grin like an open face dagwood whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring of Adonis's plumper in paradise filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue? ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy merciless, pa-leazze fluttered big wet talking eyes like pools of blue honey getting it zigged zagged hard against a redraw mouth throttling fluted gullet while eager throat gasps a symphonic music of the spheres in relentless staccato chokes lovin her big devil **** splashing all gym built wonder-boy a litter of ****** and tongues licking pig greedy rapturous milkshake waterfalls whimpering mmmmmm oooh big daddy oh my ****** god pillar of colossus you Tunisian donut you pierce me like a spoon through summer guava who screams like that eating lunch but a half ate apricot? better than a football game I'd rather take her greek more fun than math or small talk preferable to a pat on the back at work or a ridged procession at a funeral oh beautiful dark fig squatting crotch candy bubbling tapioca *** queen of spun sugar ****  all pyrotechnics and fluttering sinews if you asked most do they watch **** they'd grow smug like a senator or punch you in the mouth outwardly high-minded refusing the blessing of a video **** parade of pirouetting vaginas and glistening areolas for the glory of the secret ************ ceremony the *** moralists only good for a secret ****** living their lives with passions submerged and nothing to confess except for guilty offerings as they wander through dreamland shopping malls wanting to know Victorias ***** little secret seduced but not caressed by a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
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I need you to want me like I want you to dig your nails into my derriere as you pull me closer to you ****** into me like you own me oh how I love being submissive to you this lust has me in a whirlwind make me melt how you treat my neck like an oyster, ******* licking, nibbling, biting biting my lip making my head spin the way your mouth is on my mountain peaks is extreme pleasure bordering on pain you don’t have to touch me feeling your hot breath on the mouth to my river makes me twitch and throb at the thought of your moist tongue running up and down me you must want me to beg you ‘cause I know you want me.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
DOMINANCE
Hello there little hemorrhoid. Hanging from my **** I really wish you'd go away, 'Cause you hurt like you know what. At times you seem to disappear, And then I have relief. But when I go and take a dump, You then return. "Good grief!" You really make me feel, Like I'm pooping broken glass. Or something else that's jagged, That I have to try and pass. I don't want you to stay around, My sphincter and I agree. 'Cause when I use the toilet paper, It feels like bark from a tree! I've used medicated pads And even gooey cream. But no matter what, you still return, Like an awful, recurring dream! From suppositories to cold packs And using an air pillow. There seems to be no relief From you my little fellow. I've heard that a specialist Who braves that funky zone Can remove you with a snip But my wallet's empty and alone. So I guess I am stuck with you On my derriere And with the pain I get from you Causing me to swear!
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
Little Hemorrhoid
Well, what a week, full of revelation Enough to stir this talk of revolution Makes your hackles turn on end Then send you round the bend The southern gentry have found oil Right beneath their derriere boil Now most of us on this golden isle Need not worry about this pile Those who wear weekend country tweed, Built their fortunes from housing greed Have already decided That it will be one sided They’ll say it’s theirs, by rights And if we argue, will read our last rites The South will declare independence In certainty of their full ascendance Over the outer reaches of this nation They pounded into servitude, by taxation And if we have the nerve to debate, I’ll be bound They’ll leave it horded in the ground, Then blame the anti frackin’ hound Now I may need a political re - education In a 1984 establishment for rehabilitation But I can see it coming a five-nation island Southland, Wales, Scotland, N. Ireland, And the Detritus
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Fracking Hell ... Devolution (But not as we know it!)
I wheel it out, my green and black bicycle The roads shiny and quiet, the grey skies overcast I start slow, breathing in the clean morning air The fragrance of wet leaves and mulch, moss and old trees I hear the morning song of the birds And see the blossoms heralding spring I nod to the old woman walking her spaniel And notice the beating of my own heart The rucksack a comforting weight My breath even and warm in the wintry air My derriere sore from yesterday’s excesses The road, glorious, wide, welcoming and endless Crossing the road, I am struck by the symmetry Of a lone tree, leafless, bare, proud, naked And the beauty of an old, stone church And the wheels of the cycle keep spinning The roar of traffic on the motorway always a shock As I adjust, I breathe in the manure From green fields so vast, flanked by white And pause to see the muddy, turbulent stream As I rack up the miles My heartbeat is a sledgehammer My legs are on fire And I feel alive
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
Ode to Cycling
I’ve always looked at dancing girls. I think that all men do. I drool at scenes Like tight blue jeans– Until they fade from view. Where pretty girls are showcased I’m sure to raise a toast Cause a derriere Might make me stare Till I become a ghost. And, yes, it’s like a candy store When beauties crowd the beach Because a teeny And snug bikini Make my right and left eyes meet. For I lo-o-o-o-o-ve to goggle long long legs Whereever I may roam And if they're cute I will weigh the fruit But I always boogie home
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Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 7:09 PM UTC
A Loyal Man Indeed
one... fingertip he traced two... to lips he'll taste...wet three... caresses; trembled haste four... cradles softness, plump derriere five... covers breast tweaking, lingering there shuddering as tongue parts me, like a sweet eclair breathless; fingers entangled in hair he's says: baby, straddle thickness, love me right here...ahhhhh!!!! yes!!!
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
Touched
Je sais que vous venez ici pour votre dose quotidienne de mariages .mais je suis tout aussi certain que vous êtes ici pour votre dose quotidienne de plaisir aussi .Valerie Barnes film a livré .parce que le couple au centre de ce mariage a à la fois un amour et un bonheur qui sont contagieux !\u003cp\u003eS'il vous plaît mettre à jour votre browserColorsSeasonsFallSettingsBallroomHotelStylesTraditional De la photographie .Même si Suzanne et Carl se sont réunis et maintenant résident à Boston .elle a choisi de se marier dans sa ville natale de Pittsburgh parce qu'elle voulait se marier à la cathédrale Saint- Paul .l'église où ses parents se sont mariés en 1972 . " Je ne peux pas attendre pourêtre dans cette église . C'est si beau . " Quand elle a Carl à Pittsburgh pour la première fois.elle l'a emmené à l'église pour le mariage d'un cousin et lui dit: « Je vais me marier un jour dans cette église . " Le matin du jour de son mariage .elle s'habillait à la maison de ses parents à Fox Chapel .Bien que sa robe a été conçu par Monique L' huiller et ses chaussures par Badgley Mischka .at-elle ajouté quelques objets personnels pour compléter son look - le voile qu'elle portait était mariage voile de la mère et le bracelet qu'elle portait a également été emprunté à sa mère . La réception de mariage a eu lieu à l' Hôtel Omni William Penn ." J'ai adoré qu'il était robe courte devant longue derriere au cœur du centre-ville de Pittsburgh et a également pensé qu'il était parfait pour la sensation de notre mariage . "la pensée de Susanna de son mariage ." j'espère que notre mariage que nous sommes en mesure de tenir dans nos cœurs et nos esprits l'amour et de l'admiration et l'appréciation que robe de mariée 2014 nous avons les uns pour les autres aujourd'hui tous les jours .et que nous continuons de plus en plus non seulement commeindividus.mais comme un couple " Photographie : Goldstein Photographie | vidéographie : . Valerie Barnes Film | planification de l'événement: Le groupe d'événements | Floral Design : Hepatica | Robe robe courte devant longue derriere de mariage: Monique Lhuillier | Gâteau : Vanille Pâtisserie | Cérémonie Lieu: Saint-Paulcathédrale | Réception Lieu: Omni William Penn | Chaussures : Badgley Mischka | Bijoux : Tiffany | Restauration : Omni William Penn | robes de demoiselles d'honneur ' \\ : Amsale | Linge de maison : linge de lit mosaïque | Tuxedo : Tophat TuxedoAmsale .Badgley Mischka et Monique Lhuillier sont membres de notre Look Book .Pour plus d'informations sur la façon dont les membres sont choisis .cliquez ici http://modedomicile.com
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Mariage traditionnel Pittsburgh à la William Penn Hôtel Omni_robe de soirée grande taille
Je sais que vous venez ici pour votre dose quotidienne de mariages .mais je suis tout aussi certain que vous êtes ici pour votre dose quotidienne de plaisir aussi .Valerie Barnes film a livré .parce que le couple au centre de ce mariage a à la fois un amour et un bonheur qui sont contagieux !\u003cp\u003eS'il vous plaît mettre à jour votre browserColorsSeasonsFallSettingsBallroomHotelStylesTraditional De la photographie .Même si Suzanne et Carl se sont réunis et maintenant résident à Boston .elle a choisi de se marier dans sa ville natale de Pittsburgh parce qu'elle voulait se marier à la cathédrale Saint- Paul .l'église où ses parents se sont mariés en 1972 . " Je ne peux pas attendre pourêtre dans cette église . C'est si beau . " Quand elle a Carl à Pittsburgh pour la première fois.elle l'a emmené à l'église pour le mariage d'un cousin et lui dit: « Je vais me marier un jour dans cette église . " Le matin du jour de son mariage .elle s'habillait à la maison de ses parents à Fox Chapel .Bien que sa robe a été conçu par Monique L' huiller et ses chaussures par Badgley Mischka .at-elle ajouté quelques objets personnels pour compléter son look - le voile qu'elle portait était mariage voile de la mère et le bracelet qu'elle portait a également été emprunté à sa mère . La réception de mariage a eu lieu à l' Hôtel Omni William Penn ." J'ai adoré qu'il était robe courte devant longue derriere au cœur du centre-ville de Pittsburgh et a également pensé qu'il était parfait pour la sensation de notre mariage . "la pensée de Susanna de son mariage ." j'espère que notre mariage que nous sommes en mesure de tenir dans nos cœurs et nos esprits l'amour et de l'admiration et l'appréciation que robe de mariée 2014 nous avons les uns pour les autres aujourd'hui tous les jours .et que nous continuons de plus en plus non seulement commeindividus.mais comme un couple " Photographie : Goldstein Photographie | vidéographie : . Valerie Barnes Film | planification de l'événement: Le groupe d'événements | Floral Design : Hepatica | Robe robe courte devant longue derriere de mariage: Monique Lhuillier | Gâteau : Vanille Pâtisserie | Cérémonie Lieu: Saint-Paulcathédrale | Réception Lieu: Omni William Penn | Chaussures : Badgley Mischka | Bijoux : Tiffany | Restauration : Omni William Penn | robes de demoiselles d'honneur ' \\ : Amsale | Linge de maison : linge de lit mosaïque | Tuxedo : Tophat TuxedoAmsale .Badgley Mischka et Monique Lhuillier sont membres de notre Look Book .Pour plus d'informations sur la façon dont les membres sont choisis .cliquez ici http://modedomicile.com
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After a long hard day on the job Feeling down trodden and beat All that it is that I can think of Is getting off my dog tired feet But first a little pleasure stop Down at the local market place So while I'm sitting on my derriere I'll have something to stuff my face Of course you know the conclusion My taste buds they always come to The perfect of all combinations One on which you never can lose I'm talking peanut butter and chocolate The true fantasy of men I prefer mine in little droplets Better known as peanut butter m&m;'s I fell straight into a chocoholic mode Ripping the bag open as contents explode No turning back as I mindlessly grab Giggling like a crazed Dennis Rodman in drag Then it slapped me right smack in the face Something not right going on in this place As I gazed upon what looked like to me A regular m&m; in my bag of ecstasy I couldn't believe what sat before my eyes Have I been fed a bunch of white chocolate lies My mouth hangs open truly amazed With milk chocolate drool all over my face I rufuse to let this travesty go unresolved With my stationary shaped like butterfly wings I shoot off a letter to the corporate boss Telling of the trauma he has caused me I want answers and I want  them right now Asking nothing less than the mysteries of life How could anyone be so careless As to let a regular m&m; slide by Said they need people like me with keen eyes Offered me work in their quality control booth Now after months and months on the job Even the thought of chocolate makes me want to puke
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
m&m fiasco
After a long hard day on the job Feeling down trodden and beat All that it is that I can think of Is getting off my dog tired feet But first a little pleasure stop Down at the local market place So while I'm sitting on my derriere I'll have something to stuff my face Of course you know the conclusion My taste buds they always come to The perfect of all combinations One on which you never can lose I'm talking peanut butter and chocolate The true fantasy of men I prefer mine in little droplets Better known as peanut butter m&m;'s I fell straight into a chocoholic mode Ripping the bag open as contents explode No turning back as I mindlessly grab Giggling like a crazed Dennis Rodman in drag Then it slapped me right smack in the face Something not right going on in this place As I gazed upon what looked like to me A regular m&m; in my bag of ecstasy I couldn't believe what sat before my eyes Have I been fed a bunch of white chocolate lies My mouth hangs open truly amazed With milk chocolate drool all over my face I rufuse to let this travesty go unresolved With my stationary shaped like butterfly wings I shoot off a letter to the corporate boss Telling of the trauma he has caused me I want answers and I want  them right now Asking nothing less than the mysteries of life How could anyone be so careless As to let a regular m&m; slide by Said they need people like me with keen eyes Offered me work in their quality control booth Now after months and months on the job Even the thought of chocolate makes me want to puke
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Qu' est-ce que c'est, ce bruit Que j'ecoute au millieu de la nuit? Ce n'est pas grand, c'est tout petit Mais c'est la, dans le jardin Quand je suis sur mon lit Le matin nous levons une grande pierre Et la, assis sur son derriere C'est un crapaud, un petit crapaud C'est lui, la source de notre mystere Desormais je dormirai content sur mon lit Je vais dire au crapaut "Chantes pour nous, bonne nuit, bonne nuit."
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Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 8:08 AM UTC
Le mystere dans le jardin
Follow lights the will-o-wisps To red lights onto pillow slips Walk under streetlight to pink lips Everyone after green glow Even if it means being a *** J.Gatsby's after the afterglow Peddlin their product, street vendors Dealin in meat and being tender ****** in a backseat, body lenders Crafting blissfull afterglow and after glow Some call it sinful so callow although Most aren't so shallow, chill in a bordello Red lights swimmin in the air Sanctity dyin without care For sale tittys and derriere
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Red Light District
I don’t need you in my head c.7.8.14 J.Ray I don’t want you in my bed I don’t need your indifference I don’t need your deliverance You should just kick me in the ***** You left me here to watch four walls Take your demons to someone new I tried to walk through fire with you Upon my castle you cast your crown You came in once, you tore it down I don’t need your pity or your shame Find someone else to play your game You are in my head and in my heart When you are here,you tear it apart You cast me aside, just like yesterday’s news Did you really think that you were my muse? So find some confetti and throw it in the air You will never again have to see my derriere
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
The Muse
Please be aware, Before entering her lair, You face possible death. As the perfumed air From her derriere Will have you gasping for breath
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
The skunk
My dear, be aware. That derriere can cause a desire-filled delirium.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
Ode to the Callipygian
Unfinished These streets mistreat one hundred degrees in the heat rode past said a prayer lying on the pavement was the new wretched of the earth, so caste down nothing left but death. All them with nowhere to be. Not allowed at bus-stops or on park bench. Emergency room huh no care zone not even Obama care. No walking on pavement while impoverished. no urgent pooping or walking on grass. No soliciting tissue to wipe their derriere – No water no roof- no soil... 100 degrees on the cement. Most alone -Few with someone Lying on bare ground – Mate stretched out on her back- She in an odious state White woman, with black man He tenderly rubbing her like a favorite pet. Let’s not speak of the stench, that foul air that attacks nostrils and eyes. Not even soap. Could quell the smell. People cross to the other-side. dare not bear witness to the offensive odors. No air, nor breeze gives relief, not one clean breath or inhalation, Hot pavement and stale air make you heave on these Streets. Mistreatment of those detested, barely they breathe. as they reached their safe haven, in front of that building. A shelter that’s reached capacity, no entrance. God forbidden streets, continue to mistreat, no loitering. Passer byes making the sign of the cross, as they cross the street. Uttering “but for the grace of God there go I” Seems like Mockery and blaspheme. Do those outstretched not also deserve God’s grace? The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of Karma. Feeling better than the least of them. Wonder why their being punished. Mental illness, grandchildren abandoned to the system. War veterans, Prison release, Outlived their children. Bloated Bellies eat… Fancy scraps from high places – nowhere to alleviate. Good deeds written off on restaurant tax forms… but can’t use their facilities. Devour and swallow without tasting, Chewing without teeth. The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of Karma.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
UNFINISHED
Unfinished These streets mistreat one hundred degrees in the heat rode past said a prayer lying on the pavement was the new wretched of the earth, so caste down nothing left but death. All them with nowhere to be. Not allowed at bus-stops or on park bench. Emergency room huh no care zone not even Obama care. No walking on pavement while impoverished. no urgent pooping or walking on grass. No soliciting tissue to wipe their derriere – No water no roof- no soil... 100 degrees on the cement. Most alone -Few with someone Lying on bare ground – Mate stretched out on her back- She in an odious state White woman, with black man He tenderly rubbing her like a favorite pet. Let’s not speak of the stench, that foul air that attacks nostrils and eyes. Not even soap. Could quell the smell. People cross to the other-side. dare not bear witness to the offensive odors. No air, nor breeze gives relief, not one clean breath or inhalation, Hot pavement and stale air make you heave on these Streets. Mistreatment of those detested, barely they breathe. as they reached their safe haven, in front of that building. A shelter that’s reached capacity, no entrance. God forbidden streets, continue to mistreat, no loitering. Passer byes making the sign of the cross, as they cross the street. Uttering “but for the grace of God there go I” Seems like Mockery and blaspheme. Do those outstretched not also deserve God’s grace? The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of Karma. Feeling better than the least of them. Wonder why their being punished. Mental illness, grandchildren abandoned to the system. War veterans, Prison release, Outlived their children. Bloated Bellies eat… Fancy scraps from high places – nowhere to alleviate. Good deeds written off on restaurant tax forms… but can’t use their facilities. Devour and swallow without tasting, Chewing without teeth. The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of Karma.
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Feet, they're wonderful things to the body a purpose they bring not very pretty at all but when you are walking or even standing and talking thank them as they don't let you fall that's right you can't win they're as ugly as sin go ahead paint the nails if you must just be grateful they're there you're not on your derriere for your balance in them you can trust
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
Feet functional, not fashionable
laying and relaxing in my bed on my pillow and mattress to comfort my head a sunday of peacefulness as the fragrant sheets subtly put me to sleep and circulates in the air a single indent of my derriere welcomes me back to my lair as a habitual slumberer missing the imprint of a partner while the whirr of technology taints the atmospheres synergy i fall asleep in a inane clump while my subconscious is in charge and in cessation for a recharge
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
Past 12am
It was dark and I was scared But you comforted me, so I felt prepared. Nothing else to see, I was no longer me; Rampant and ravenous, we got down to it. Nervously lifting blouses whilst you undid my trousers, Soft hands and gentle eyes, you asked me gently, to kiss your thighs. Furtively, you blew my sails and I struggled on despite the gale Until finally, ultimately, coming short. Adrift at sea, poor abandoned me. Exhausted and useless thinking that it's a shame your not toothless. But I suppose fair's fair so I'd better lick your derriere
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
Nervously Lifting Blouses
Hold your breath, it’s Friday! From the North, East and West they all meet up here And I have no options to make this sign In the name of the father, Son and the Holy Spirit Saucy lines strictly seasoned for hungry insatiable eyes I accept my fate reluctantly, poor soul but they are here Freshly baked brown bare thighs exhibited invitingly Chocolate and light skins served chilled but with pepper And this is Kampala, on this Friday, just hold your breath Weapons of Mass destruction paraded on hefty chests Smeared with scented oils suspended in visible bright colour bras I hear them whispering faint nothings littering this city with their beauty Hot painted lips on ever glowing pretty faces Hold your breath brother, if you have any left! For we can run but we can’t escape, this is Kampala on Friday Saturday they all migrate to the lake scores of Entebbe Parading leisurely their derriere ever bikini clad But we still meet with them for our Sunday services At Calvary, Watoto, All Saints etc. with hands raised to the Almighty God And I humbly watch, perhaps lazily, perhaps keenly, God have mercy Perfect curves in ever tight pieces of clothes, nails vanished, legs waxed Hair held back in all variety of styles, God invented Hair! All kinds of heavenly perfumes from the most expensive brands High heels, shining, bright and neatly designed, they really hate gravity Contours past the River Nile, artist’s hand find it to paint Any one would think there is a scarcity of underwear in Kampala But we love it still, the bliss, the warmth, and the glamour of Kampala So my good brother, Hold your breath this is Friday ©Ronald K Ssekajja 2014
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Hold your Breathe, Its Friday
Hold your breath, it’s Friday! From the North, East and West they all meet up here And I have no options to make this sign In the name of the father, Son and the Holy Spirit Saucy lines strictly seasoned for hungry insatiable eyes I accept my fate reluctantly, poor soul but they are here Freshly baked brown bare thighs exhibited invitingly Chocolate and light skins served chilled but with pepper And this is Kampala, on this Friday, just hold your breath Weapons of Mass destruction paraded on hefty chests Smeared with scented oils suspended in visible bright colour bras I hear them whispering faint nothings littering this city with their beauty Hot painted lips on ever glowing pretty faces Hold your breath brother, if you have any left! For we can run but we can’t escape, this is Kampala on Friday Saturday they all migrate to the lake scores of Entebbe Parading leisurely their derriere ever bikini clad But we still meet with them for our Sunday services At Calvary, Watoto, All Saints etc. with hands raised to the Almighty God And I humbly watch, perhaps lazily, perhaps keenly, God have mercy Perfect curves in ever tight pieces of clothes, nails vanished, legs waxed Hair held back in all variety of styles, God invented Hair! All kinds of heavenly perfumes from the most expensive brands High heels, shining, bright and neatly designed, they really hate gravity Contours past the River Nile, artist’s hand find it to paint Any one would think there is a scarcity of underwear in Kampala But we love it still, the bliss, the warmth, and the glamour of Kampala So my good brother, Hold your breath this is Friday ©Ronald K Ssekajja 2014
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May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
In God We Trust... But Mostly in Money...
" Not a blemish on her" the man said as she whooshed by head down bound for business. You know the places where you aint feelin it from my perch,the view is glowing.This is observation sans critique. I see it the same way, week after week. Why mess with perfection zall I go to say. All kiding aside. Physical is my biz. here is my physical quiz. 1.How does the high and wide mesh ? 2. Do the legs do more than walk ? 3.Does the mouth do more than talk. 4.Do the sum of the hips and derriere take me somewhere. 5.Do the eyes tell me surprises are in store ? I am a connoisseur of all things female...yet,a rank amateur. The insides are a mystery still.A thing leads me to die and **** To possess to abdicate all will.(See prince Edward and Wallis Simpson). Or reason. This is not a statement off kilter. Nothing needs be said. Save yer money honey. Just flash the dimples. 14K.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Feelin Ya baby