"distributors" poems - Hello Poetry

Author: Kristen Stevens Sunday, June 21, 2009 Current mood:outside the loop And yes I know that's a plagiarization (real word??? no matter) of a stupid show...but you shouldn't watch it anyway so there. ME! Last week, as you may have heard was not of the fun, so this week in comparison rocked! And, yes, I am going to end every sentence with exclamations! (it's for the sarcastic effect don't panic) As such I’m going to let YOU write my entry…you’ll see. Once upon a time there was a ______ (adj.) girl. She loved her xbox very much. One day an evil ________(noun) descended on the precious object and smote it with the fury of _______(name of a god). The girl ___________(verb) for many minutes staring at the remains of her once beloved box. She promptly went to the other, less amusing, magic box and asked for _______(noun). She____________(adv.) navigated her way through treacherous and distracting destinations. As she approached the official site, a most ___________(adj.) thing occurred. The destination was ________(noun). Much like the construction in her hamlet, it prevented her from registering her distress. Days _______(noun) slowly, with still no relief for ________(pronoun). What’s a girl to do when ________(frustrating situation)? In her profession the customers would not appreciate it if she came after them with___________(weapon of choice from popular video game). It had been one week, since the demise of _______(object). She no longer was _______(emotion). The days were literally ________(color). Rain fell _______(verb ending in –ing) the streets. There was still no reply from the xbox deity. Thus ends the tale of piteous woe. This girl has been considering swearing fealty to another more worthy gaming god! There are three systems and I own two of them! Don’t make me get the third! This is a threat! (not you guys, the __________{insert favorite utterance} at Microsoft) goes away quietly muttering to self unkind and unpleasant things that should be done to xbox distributors By the way, how was that I figure, if you’re going to take the time to read it. I should give you something fun to do at the same time. Who doesn’t like madlibs? Huh?

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Sep 21, 2010

Sep 21, 2010 at 8:23 AM UTC

john-stevens

Who had the best week ever?

Author: Kristen Stevens Sunday, June 21, 2009 Current mood:outside the loop And yes I know that's a plagiarization (real word??? no matter) of a stupid show...but you shouldn't watch it anyway so there. ME! Last week, as you may have heard was not of the fun, so this week in comparison rocked! And, yes, I am going to end every sentence with exclamations! (it's for the sarcastic effect don't panic) As such I’m going to let YOU write my entry…you’ll see. Once upon a time there was a ______ (adj.) girl. She loved her xbox very much. One day an evil ________(noun) descended on the precious object and smote it with the fury of _______(name of a god). The girl ___________(verb) for many minutes staring at the remains of her once beloved box. She promptly went to the other, less amusing, magic box and asked for _______(noun). She____________(adv.) navigated her way through treacherous and distracting destinations. As she approached the official site, a most ___________(adj.) thing occurred. The destination was ________(noun). Much like the construction in her hamlet, it prevented her from registering her distress. Days _______(noun) slowly, with still no relief for ________(pronoun). What’s a girl to do when ________(frustrating situation)? In her profession the customers would not appreciate it if she came after them with___________(weapon of choice from popular video game). It had been one week, since the demise of _______(object). She no longer was _______(emotion). The days were literally ________(color). Rain fell _______(verb ending in –ing) the streets. There was still no reply from the xbox deity. Thus ends the tale of piteous woe. This girl has been considering swearing fealty to another more worthy gaming god! There are three systems and I own two of them! Don’t make me get the third! This is a threat! (not you guys, the __________{insert favorite utterance} at Microsoft) goes away quietly muttering to self unkind and unpleasant things that should be done to xbox distributors By the way, how was that I figure, if you’re going to take the time to read it. I should give you something fun to do at the same time. Who doesn’t like madlibs? Huh?

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Large ****** deformity Like seeing desperate Leeches ******* dirt lightly, Smoothly, dumped lazily down south Little saddened devils lurched suddenly desperate Lakes silently draw leukemia symbols Launched dangerously spiteful. Lust doesn’t stop liking steady destruction Literally souls die loudly. So? Dumb lives salvage deceit. Lying smart distributors lure sabotage deviously Lord, sometimes deeper love spawns damaged life softly dead. Listlessly.

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Oct 12, 2010

Oct 12, 2010 at 7:28 AM UTC

sinandpoems

Experiment

Large ****** deformity Like seeing desperate Leeches ******* dirt lightly, Smoothly, dumped lazily down south Little saddened devils lurched suddenly desperate Lakes silently draw leukemia symbols Launched dangerously spiteful. Lust doesn’t stop liking steady destruction Literally souls die loudly. So? Dumb lives salvage deceit. Lying smart distributors lure sabotage deviously Lord, sometimes deeper love spawns damaged life softly dead. Listlessly.

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it took him two hours to count the bills; would you believe that? hihihi global network brokers state's attorneys distributors transnational trucking not to mention the containers entrepreneurs like him timeless my dear! he descends from a lineage of cold-blooded hawk-eyed eager men quite brutish well but who wouldn't fight for money? you see? moreover as far as i'm concerned we are talking about a well established name here; engraved above monuments nationwide you mustn't worry good people clean reputations don't look behind you don't mind the reflection don't try to feel the hole in the back of your head it's just your blood it will be over you have to die now

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Nov 17, 2019

Nov 17, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC

maxneumann

CRyME

it took him two hours to count the bills; would you believe that? hihihi global network brokers state's attorneys distributors transnational trucking not to mention the containers entrepreneurs like him timeless my dear! he descends from a lineage of cold-blooded hawk-eyed eager men quite brutish well but who wouldn't fight for money? you see? moreover as far as i'm concerned we are talking about a well established name here; engraved above monuments nationwide you mustn't worry good people clean reputations don't look behind you don't mind the reflection don't try to feel the hole in the back of your head it's just your blood it will be over you have to die now

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Let us hold hands, experience the connection between the food we are about to eat and all those that made this meal possible. The farmer and his work hands, the lawyers and bankers that drew up the contracts and financed the crops, the truckers, the truck makers, the road builders, bridge builders, the buyers, distributors, the cullers, wrappers, and food handlers including a vast myriad of ancillary support troops engaged in nearly every occupation imaginable. We, who are about to eat, give mindful thanks.

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Feb 22, 2012

Feb 22, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC

perig3e

The grace of mindful thanks

Let us hold hands, experience the connection between the food we are about to eat and all those that made this meal possible. The farmer and his work hands, the lawyers and bankers that drew up the contracts and financed the crops, the truckers, the truck makers, the road builders, bridge builders, the buyers, distributors, the cullers, wrappers, and food handlers including a vast myriad of ancillary support troops engaged in nearly every occupation imaginable. We, who are about to eat, give mindful thanks.

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I want to live, but I want to crawl inside my past. Personal history will set me free at last, regardless of what burns my tongue as if it's on the cusp of being said. If I find my womb again, well, good enough for me, I guess, that I will have won. I want to live! I want to crawl inside my mind. I haven't found dogs that write scripture for all that I've searched. While I realize it could be, I ask myself, "How long will you toil in the name of agency all to find someone to take your shame and make it palatable?" Trend is set from continued action My inaction left me numb and blind The trend is set that my earthly distributors May take of me as they find me if I'm turned off The trend is still the same as the dreams My grandparents had for a better world Trend toward full automation Fine for '56 What am I doing now? How do I live without knowledge? My distributors and keepers kept me wet in their fluids using my blood before but They will not win this war. I commit myself to sit and reconnect. If a hand offers me happiness, I'll ask, first, Which conglomerate? If my choices seem chiseled In the mint of coins And the choices fit perfectly opposed I'll remember my nose and sniff Out the metals that fund this war. I'll ask then, Whose coin is this? And it's not ungrateful When those with all the excess Try and rule the world Because of how bored with What Is they've become And exactly absolute Well, what if I decide there's no war? Well, what if I bow my head and take a knee? People of my same society will laugh at me, And chastise my every thought before They say, for sure, "It's just how it works." Then either crush me from high Or forget me and play State of Decay Until they forget how much they're worth. I hold. There is no war. This is not a game. This is our Existence. Fragile at best. This is beyond Humility. This is actual Neglect.

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Jun 30, 2018

Jun 30, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC

Simillacrum

Knowledge as Secrets & Lies

I want to live, but I want to crawl inside my past. Personal history will set me free at last, regardless of what burns my tongue as if it's on the cusp of being said. If I find my womb again, well, good enough for me, I guess, that I will have won. I want to live! I want to crawl inside my mind. I haven't found dogs that write scripture for all that I've searched. While I realize it could be, I ask myself, "How long will you toil in the name of agency all to find someone to take your shame and make it palatable?" Trend is set from continued action My inaction left me numb and blind The trend is set that my earthly distributors May take of me as they find me if I'm turned off The trend is still the same as the dreams My grandparents had for a better world Trend toward full automation Fine for '56 What am I doing now? How do I live without knowledge? My distributors and keepers kept me wet in their fluids using my blood before but They will not win this war. I commit myself to sit and reconnect. If a hand offers me happiness, I'll ask, first, Which conglomerate? If my choices seem chiseled In the mint of coins And the choices fit perfectly opposed I'll remember my nose and sniff Out the metals that fund this war. I'll ask then, Whose coin is this? And it's not ungrateful When those with all the excess Try and rule the world Because of how bored with What Is they've become And exactly absolute Well, what if I decide there's no war? Well, what if I bow my head and take a knee? People of my same society will laugh at me, And chastise my every thought before They say, for sure, "It's just how it works." Then either crush me from high Or forget me and play State of Decay Until they forget how much they're worth. I hold. There is no war. This is not a game. This is our Existence. Fragile at best. This is beyond Humility. This is actual Neglect.

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*you know how many times i watched feline ballerina nimble limbs make licking your *** an ease acceptable? the same number i wished was your **** rather than a prostitute's: after all, who wants to walk down an alleyway with flat-tire bicycles calling it a village? when the furthest you can travel is a mile away from freedom provided by the solidarity movement bicycle pamphlet distributors.* i guess a poem was here well behaved by new england standards' for publication with missing perfect punctuation but lacerated vocabulary, or perhaps the reverse versus. p.s. what ****** off darwinists is the crow uniformity, the way they can't be **** moloch steady, cruel to be kind, kind to be cruel, the way the parasites of visible for are excluded and atomisation of parasites has bred darwinism's loathing is pepper topped off with salt, i too have no heart like that, but the perfect crow is a cul de sac of darwinism when man cannot perfect such natural cruelty, he selects his cruelty: hangs the mobile man salvages the disabled man, who needs a carer... the former a career, so they took a **** on the **** **** turned themselves on what the gemini said would arrive: a kind of selfishness that was what was to be pacified by warring factions, and the inability to impregnate the safety of impregnable girls who had no need for freezing ovaries to keep both house and career, reproduction and husband.

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Jan 17, 2016

Jan 17, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

what ****** off darwinists

*you know how many times i watched feline ballerina nimble limbs make licking your *** an ease acceptable? the same number i wished was your **** rather than a prostitute's: after all, who wants to walk down an alleyway with flat-tire bicycles calling it a village? when the furthest you can travel is a mile away from freedom provided by the solidarity movement bicycle pamphlet distributors.* i guess a poem was here well behaved by new england standards' for publication with missing perfect punctuation but lacerated vocabulary, or perhaps the reverse versus. p.s. what ****** off darwinists is the crow uniformity, the way they can't be **** moloch steady, cruel to be kind, kind to be cruel, the way the parasites of visible for are excluded and atomisation of parasites has bred darwinism's loathing is pepper topped off with salt, i too have no heart like that, but the perfect crow is a cul de sac of darwinism when man cannot perfect such natural cruelty, he selects his cruelty: hangs the mobile man salvages the disabled man, who needs a carer... the former a career, so they took a **** on the **** **** turned themselves on what the gemini said would arrive: a kind of selfishness that was what was to be pacified by warring factions, and the inability to impregnate the safety of impregnable girls who had no need for freezing ovaries to keep both house and career, reproduction and husband.

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Now it's time to crucify the ******* Burn em with fire throw em in ditches Like the district attorneys Tryna play me but didn't know I was boss Took a lot hard hits but no yards lost Gaining multiple positions we go for everything Didn't have a team so I built my own dream Get rid of my old crew and hang with a new crew I'm a black Jew Stuck in the wild a real problem child Ain't my fault nigguh ? Born in ******* now I'm tryna fight Back nigguh Real friends turn to bustas so jealousy keeps me strapped Shootin' game like life's full of craps Testin lucks enticin' clucks to my duck Cuz I got that mad flow cash flow Never failed had no choice but to shed hell Livin' in a jail cell Kin to the reaper this **** creaper As I stroll in my drop top hot as a ************ Rushin' the late night hour like I'm Chris Tucker The stash is gold bold weak nigguh fold And ***** ******* to haters get the black glock Since my homies roll deep us might as well say we a flock none could block the hustle Go for the biggest muscle The Cia the biggest distributors Uh the Devils gotta receipt repent from my sins If I die from open fire will the Heavens let me in? The pain I can't fade Tha The stress put on this earth as a test Slicin' necks with my rusty razor Givin a rapid taste of a true hellrazorrr!

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Hellrazor

Now it's time to crucify the ******* Burn em with fire throw em in ditches Like the district attorneys Tryna play me but didn't know I was boss Took a lot hard hits but no yards lost Gaining multiple positions we go for everything Didn't have a team so I built my own dream Get rid of my old crew and hang with a new crew I'm a black Jew Stuck in the wild a real problem child Ain't my fault nigguh ? Born in ******* now I'm tryna fight Back nigguh Real friends turn to bustas so jealousy keeps me strapped Shootin' game like life's full of craps Testin lucks enticin' clucks to my duck Cuz I got that mad flow cash flow Never failed had no choice but to shed hell Livin' in a jail cell Kin to the reaper this **** creaper As I stroll in my drop top hot as a ************ Rushin' the late night hour like I'm Chris Tucker The stash is gold bold weak nigguh fold And ***** ******* to haters get the black glock Since my homies roll deep us might as well say we a flock none could block the hustle Go for the biggest muscle The Cia the biggest distributors Uh the Devils gotta receipt repent from my sins If I die from open fire will the Heavens let me in? The pain I can't fade Tha The stress put on this earth as a test Slicin' necks with my rusty razor Givin a rapid taste of a true hellrazorrr!

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Base to Major Tom… all around me now is sound, it seems only yesterday, in dreams, this keeps happening, we keep thinking eventually finality drops the curtain, and we become our own selves… found in our hardened parts, as when one knows the riddles all come with one right answer, or the riddle is not fair. Ezekial 17, comes to my mind, because I happen to live in chapparel, of the sort they have south of Lebanon… mentioned in the riddle. Who ignores the money side of things… you know, the business of being creative distributors, agents allowing the artist to premature. It's your show, kid, this is all you wished for, make it last.

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Jul 15, 2024

Jul 15, 2024 at 8:47 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Past the Clouds of Aristophones

Base to Major Tom… all around me now is sound, it seems only yesterday, in dreams, this keeps happening, we keep thinking eventually finality drops the curtain, and we become our own selves… found in our hardened parts, as when one knows the riddles all come with one right answer, or the riddle is not fair. Ezekial 17, comes to my mind, because I happen to live in chapparel, of the sort they have south of Lebanon… mentioned in the riddle. Who ignores the money side of things… you know, the business of being creative distributors, agents allowing the artist to premature. It's your show, kid, this is all you wished for, make it last.

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