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"downey" poems
I assume you once danced the Cabaret By how you strut your Flexi-Form abroad This I figure on weeks-by-two per se The Ardent Friend your Fervour can behold T'was the Charm which every Fruit can discuss And win many Smiles for a Pint or Ink Telling us flat, Life can take us that Far, In a Bus run by Monday's Downey Sink Was it wrong to know the Inner-Woman-You That Principle so many Thinkers deny: "Thrust-Hub! Buck-Forth! Lev, Lev, Lub, Lub, Le, Loo! Then Drink your Bub-Clouds to Barrels on high!" Nah, Forgive my Fishes, Sir! I bestate You're one Sav Foretainer - Dance with me, Mate!
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: RUSSELL BRAND
This is an Instrument a Verser must have Without it, we cannot Write with Love. This Tool, yet so small Does so many for All. Ink-Filled Skinney, With a ball-soaked head. Passing-out stains of Blue Blood And creating Words which Read. People throughout Literacy Seek for this Sword. To furnish their own Feelings And Bsuiness in the Ring. It all started, With a large, downey feather From the Swan's sacrifice, Dipping the tip with sticky paint, And scribbling onto leather. Paper, in progression, was its Factor Then came the Fountain - Civil Man's writing major. This Pen does well And so does much. Ink goes up, Goes down, Though still plans to Blot. However it may be, How the Ball-Point was born. "This is way Better!" People would say And now - the New Century - is still Used today. And because of it, Production was born In Business, Literary and most Of all - Journalism Was so Progressive. And so this ends, This Tale of the Happy Ballpen. Of Friend's in-take, Which is needed much in the Open.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
THE BALLPOINT PEN
The harder I fall the more I fall away It's self preservation at its finest But why do I want to fall from the one who loves me? We're at a cliff and I'm hanging on with one hand and he's at the top begging me to not let go It's temptation it's fear It's a lifetime of leaving before I'm left It's a lifetime of leaving blame on everyone else It's a lifetime of loving so hard my heart can't handle it But he assures me he can shoulder the weight of my burdens My past, my present, and future It's trust he's trying to hand me and that my hand can't reach for because it wants to let go And go and go and fall and drop It wants to reach out for him and pull him closer to me and with me. I want him on top and on bottom and I want him near and away But my body betrays me and the magnetic force is always trying to turn the opposite direction so we can't click together I don't know why I am the way I am and I don't want to be me sometimes
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
Can I just be Robert Downey Jr?
When will you be back SIRI asked Swamy Downey Going was he For an Interstellar ride In a spaceship To find Unknown lands I'll be back dear Swamy Downey kissed her By the time you forget me NO SIRI exclaimed For Love runs through my veins Tears rolling down her eyes
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Interstellar
Earth has latitudes And I have attitude right? Inevitable
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Swamy Downey - IV (Haiku)
Who do you think you are? Said the Kodfather In a derisive tone. Me? One of the greatest brains In the world Since 1950 Replied Swamy Downey. Then What about the other parts Of your body Questioned the Kodfather With a wicked smile
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
The Brains
The girl's beautiful's Not enough Gotta check if she suits me or not Says Swamy Downey Is she (a) cloth? Wondered SIRI Audibly
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Swamy Downey Vs SIRI
Swamy Downey and SIRI Taking a stroll Along the beach SIRI said No man is committed Uh huh Said Swamy Downey Where can I find a committed man? SIRI wondered aloud Thus spake Swamy Downey Mental hospital
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Swamy Downey Vs SIRI - IV
I know everyone In the town Said the Big Brother But everyone Knows me Replied Swamy Downey Nonchalantly
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
Know Knower Knowest
Remember, The right time is Right now - Swamy Downey
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Right Time (10 W, Swamy Downey - VI)
Nobody'll miss you If you leave this world Said SIRI haughtily Yea right. But none forgets me Replied Swamy Downey Nonchalantly
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
Swamy Downey Vs SIRI - III
Hands that look sunburned at first blush count the silent ticks of a cognitive clock grasping and releasing in stilted syncopation: one-two-three-five (must avoid the four) Did I remember to lock the front door?  Out of bed—again—freezing feet tumble down      into slippers awaiting the circular inevitability.  Again, again.   Pad, pad, pad: light shuffling accompanies the one-two-three-five pounding in the head; that mind ricocheted with worry— worry about the front door, the evil intentions of four, insidious germs and subsequent scrubbing-scrubbing-scrubbing in bleach and Comet.  Pad, pad, pad to the front door. It’s one hundred and thirty four steps, so take a baby-shuffle: still avoiding the four. Cold, unyielding brass ****  Locked. Deadbolt? Check.  Creeping black. Chain lock?  Check.  Crawling germs.  Oh, god. Pad, pad, pad to the kitchen. Clorox-fume greetings in the sparkling sink from twenty-three minutes before.  Never twenty-four. Clorox on the cracked fingers, blistering out that imperceptible blackness I know it’s there blackness choking, bleeding in the bleach. Scrub brushes, pumice, and fingernail files wear down the nubs where the blackness may hide. “Shh” the steaming water soothes as it stings, scalds.  “Shh.”  Burn it all out; conclusion so comforting.  So predictably round. This is the last time I can do this tonight.  Pad, pad, pad back to the bedroom.  Downey quilt beckons in lover tones, pleading pillows nudge against that head, that infernal head still panicking amongst the softness: Did I remember to lock the front door?
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Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 2:14 AM UTC
Obsession
Hands that look sunburned at first blush count the silent ticks of a cognitive clock grasping and releasing in stilted syncopation: one-two-three-five (must avoid the four) Did I remember to lock the front door?  Out of bed—again—freezing feet tumble down      into slippers awaiting the circular inevitability.  Again, again.   Pad, pad, pad: light shuffling accompanies the one-two-three-five pounding in the head; that mind ricocheted with worry— worry about the front door, the evil intentions of four, insidious germs and subsequent scrubbing-scrubbing-scrubbing in bleach and Comet.  Pad, pad, pad to the front door. It’s one hundred and thirty four steps, so take a baby-shuffle: still avoiding the four. Cold, unyielding brass ****  Locked. Deadbolt? Check.  Creeping black. Chain lock?  Check.  Crawling germs.  Oh, god. Pad, pad, pad to the kitchen. Clorox-fume greetings in the sparkling sink from twenty-three minutes before.  Never twenty-four. Clorox on the cracked fingers, blistering out that imperceptible blackness I know it’s there blackness choking, bleeding in the bleach. Scrub brushes, pumice, and fingernail files wear down the nubs where the blackness may hide. “Shh” the steaming water soothes as it stings, scalds.  “Shh.”  Burn it all out; conclusion so comforting.  So predictably round. This is the last time I can do this tonight.  Pad, pad, pad back to the bedroom.  Downey quilt beckons in lover tones, pleading pillows nudge against that head, that infernal head still panicking amongst the softness: Did I remember to lock the front door?
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There is no such thing As free lunch Said Swamy Downey And There is no such thing As free server SIRI said Wise girl Swamy Downey approved
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Swamy Downey vs SIRI VII
Swamy Downey was passing by The table where SIRI was lecturing about love To her friends on a meal Suddenly, You know why Love is said to be the positive force? Asked Swamy Downey Because people buy iPhones For the love of Apple Replied SIRI Haughtily Thus spake Swamy Downey Love is composed of light It lights up the souls It removes darkness When darkness disappears You can see the right path
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
Love is Light
The best I can achieve To loving you Again Is a half-hearted glance At your heart. The beating, ****** ***** So pompous in its origin To feel the twinges of desire And the throat, so clear And so precise To tell me how You’d think I’d be perfectly wonderful And nice. And did I prove you wrong? Or did I do anything at all To express my adoration, Besides tell you pretty silvery things, Word soup on a platter, And cutting fierce glances Across an otherwise empty room? Did I do anything To prove love Even to myself? Besides take a train To LA, To find, of all things, An ugly field Where I knew I would meet myself In disarray? Did I do anything Ever To surpass spirit and ***** Or am I just going To be the one That always wanted you In darkness and in light? Did I do anything but dream The whole unending, Maddening Night?
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
I Found Myself in Downey
Snow softly falls Forming a white downey blanket Upon the cold ground Where it finds a woman Looking down Upon a single tombstone She weeps Like she has done For 5 long years. Her loving husband rested there Cradled in the earth Along side her daughter Who barely had begun her life Now rested with her father Un aware of the dark That lurked in the world. In her hands She held 4 roses. Each red and lush Full of life unlike her heart Which cries infinite tears. Her world shattered In an instant As the truck hit the car Claiming the fathers life The daughter singing in the back Now screamed as the car rolled Until it stopped And silenced her forever She placed the roses on the stone Gently in the soft downy snow One day she would join them But until then She would visit Everyday And carry roses Into The cryptic, cold place. The only color That mirror imaged her inside Her lost heart Mirrored by The Gothic Rose.
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
The Gothic Rose
Which came first? Kodfather questioned Feeling Philosophically intelligent An egg or a chick? A circle has Swamy Downey replied Nonchalantly No beginning
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Swamy Downey vs Kodfather
Stone Swamy Downey to death Roared the Kodfather Amidst the mob Hooded, stamping his feet on the ground. Dust was flickering all over the air He has No fear No pain No guilt Kodfather blasted out words. He spat the cigarette **** out His is a free mind 'T cannot be ruled If he survives We are doomed Took the mouse from the plate before him Cut its head with a scissors. Blood pouring from the innocent creature's remains 'T was dropped Assassinate his character That's enough of an excuse
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
The Judgment
An aye For an aye Makes the world Heaven
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Swamy Downey - 1
After great war Comes great peace Says SIRI In her Intellectual musings Ayes Agreed Swamy Downey Not piece But pieces Of many Bodies Of wasted lives
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Wasted Lives
Stone Swamy Downey to death Roared the Kodfather Amidst the mob Hooded, stamping his feet on the ground. Dust was flickering all over the air He has No fear No pain No guilt Kodfather blasted out words. He spat the cigarette **** out His is a free mind 'T cannot be ruled If he survives We are doomed Took the mouse from the plate before him Cut its head with a scissors. Blood pouring from the innocent creature's remains 'T was dropped Assassinate his character That's enough of an excuse
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
The Judgment
Snuggled in Downey, five-hundred thread county, creating, in brushed cotton flannel she's sewn his panels, he's waiting when down in the subway he sits on a nail and jumping up, empties his cup on the rail the coppers subdue him, and drag him to jail, parading. Stripped to the drawers for a search they discovered the flannel panel when asked of the man who had frozen his can in the English channel he gave them the name of his seamstress and then discovered that inside the panel was penned, a note from the woman who goes by Sangwen de Lemanel: "If you find this it means you have bust loose the seams of your winsulation come back to my shack, I'll be happy to tack without hintsulation of course, if by chance, you'd be wanting some scones while I fix up your pants, you can warm up your bones and I'll double the thickness and strength for your own consolation". Though the note in the pants, at a glance, hardly worth the debating somewhat cryptic in places, suggested the seamstress was dating could it be that this maiden with needle and thread was hiding an inmate who'd recently fled it was suspect, her stitch-work, a cover: abetting and aiding. Intent upon solving the case of the note in the panel Sherlock Dannel rode down to the seamstress and brought her some flannel "I've sewn quilts, without guilt, for the queen, rest her soul, and the king wore my hats, though his head had a hole but the rest of my work will attest to my innocence, Dannel". And Sherlock, so taken with Sangwen, whose voice was sedating missed the gist of her kiss, but the point of this pistol elating "See I'm really quite good with a needle and thread but in cases left traces of blood on the dead when my needles were shed from drawers of the bores who were waiting." The man was immersed, but well versed in the curse of the smitten he saw that this seamstress was shrewd and her verses well written and hiding her needles and notes could avail in busting loose criminals down at the jail and if he had his way, on this day, in the pen she'd be knittin'
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Sanguen DeLamanel
Snuggled in Downey, five-hundred thread county, creating, in brushed cotton flannel she's sewn his panels, he's waiting when down in the subway he sits on a nail and jumping up, empties his cup on the rail the coppers subdue him, and drag him to jail, parading. Stripped to the drawers for a search they discovered the flannel panel when asked of the man who had frozen his can in the English channel he gave them the name of his seamstress and then discovered that inside the panel was penned, a note from the woman who goes by Sangwen de Lemanel: "If you find this it means you have bust loose the seams of your winsulation come back to my shack, I'll be happy to tack without hintsulation of course, if by chance, you'd be wanting some scones while I fix up your pants, you can warm up your bones and I'll double the thickness and strength for your own consolation". Though the note in the pants, at a glance, hardly worth the debating somewhat cryptic in places, suggested the seamstress was dating could it be that this maiden with needle and thread was hiding an inmate who'd recently fled it was suspect, her stitch-work, a cover: abetting and aiding. Intent upon solving the case of the note in the panel Sherlock Dannel rode down to the seamstress and brought her some flannel "I've sewn quilts, without guilt, for the queen, rest her soul, and the king wore my hats, though his head had a hole but the rest of my work will attest to my innocence, Dannel". And Sherlock, so taken with Sangwen, whose voice was sedating missed the gist of her kiss, but the point of this pistol elating "See I'm really quite good with a needle and thread but in cases left traces of blood on the dead when my needles were shed from drawers of the bores who were waiting." The man was immersed, but well versed in the curse of the smitten he saw that this seamstress was shrewd and her verses well written and hiding her needles and notes could avail in busting loose criminals down at the jail and if he had his way, on this day, in the pen she'd be knittin'
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Don't wear Your heart On the sleeve It won't survive Out of place Says Swamy Downey Heart is not a watch Replied SIRI Thus Spake Swamy Downey But you gotta watch it With all your love Else......... You android
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
Thus Spake Swamy Downey
Tens now times along Lived a mother With her two kids A widow Two kids One a boy And one a girl The boy was four And the girl two She works hard To meet the ends And keep the kids Clean and Green One day The poor mother Bought Two apples Saving money From her meager earnings And gave her kids Kodfather, the boy Ate his apple And Rose, the daughter (was) Playing with it Then Kodfather said To his little sister Shall we play a game? Innocent she was Delighted With her brother's proposal She asked What game? *Let's play * Adam and Eve The mother Who was cooking In the corner Turned with a jolt Her eyes wide How to play? Asked little Rose You tempt me And I'll eat the apple Game's finnis He's the one Mother thought You know who A Downey must come To save the world
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
Swamy Downey Begins