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"golly" poems
I don't appreciate bleeding for nine days straight Flow so heavy I wanna die at the silliest things I start to cry the annoying things never made me twitch but now I just go full ***** I just lie around like a lump And everything, I want to **** Simply, I have no motivation Golly Don't I hate ************
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Dear ******
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙ A little bit of summer a little bit of breeze in the days of warmer love has so much- to bring, come let us sing A little bit of freesia a little bit of lilac never can resist a scent -of Ms. Narine Ogles, a morning scene A little bit of sunshine a little bit of eventide caress upon the shores -of such imagery, passions of immortality A little bit of cosmos a little bit of crocus in a glebe-like galaxy stars white as daphne from a garden of syzygy A little bit of cerulean a little bit of vermilion shimmers the lucid lake with trout's and doves Golly! autumn is awake A little bit of plowing a little bit of sow the hard workers of -those pumpkins reaps a stewful of zin A little bit of snow a little bit of flail fly away as butterflies hibernate as snails Forging! a winters gale A little bit of details a little bit of trail from dew drops of- a frozen rose, icicles on a drowsy bear’s nose A little bit of sleeping a little bit of wait till the sun comes up   gray clouds strew away spring is here to stay A little bit of sprout a little bit of grow And can it be, on thee an Epiphany shows the Lords glorious prose
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
And Season Sings...
I pity anyone visiting us with A language besides English; Who tries to understand the words We like to use with relish. We seem to say so many words Just to keep our lips busy. It occurs to me the so much of it Has never graced a dictionary. Upscaling, downsizing Offloading the whole magilla The whole nine yards, bottom liine The big honcho, the whole enchilada I was completely plussed and then I had my self a hissy fit I didn't know I had a flabber, 'Til someone went and gasted it. Hanging out, kicking back Into myself and whatever ***** it, man. I am like, wow. And y'know, yodda yodda yodda. Some mean kinda fudpucker Betcher bippees, yabba dabba doo. Mazoomas and headlights, Totally hyped megabitch, too. Talkin' about 'sup bro Stufflike windas and winders. Jammin and gittin widdit And sumpinbout pillas and pillers. So, I goes and he goes, And I'm all jazzed and by golly. It really rocks, rad to the max Get down to some serious party. Sixes an sevens, p's and q's What's your point? Get real! It's pretty much a ****** So, what's the big deal? Too much, I mean it's tough, And stuff, and really far out, man. Twenty three skiddo old bean. Just a flash in the pan. It ***** It blows, It bites, big time A wicked righteous mindfuck. Get jiggy with it. Kiss my crank; Slob my **** Lord Love-a-duck.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
BAD RAP
I'm surprised we're having a picnic on the east wing! Our company almost never gives us anything! Underpaid with no benefits makes this picnic even better To think I was going to give in my resignation letter With so many hamburgers, hot dogs, and more, It's a fast food restaurant galore! A table packed full with yummies. Today, a lot of beef will be in tummies. People reaching for their plates The caterers come out of their waits One by one, they serve each voracious goer For a pay that probably couldn't get any lower Janice comes, with her broken polish and nails And a scream a joy echos out like whales She's so drunk, oh my god haha she's so wired It's the unpaid overtime or another threat of being fired Poor thing... we finish our girl talk and problems on my mind, I begin to walk Feeling my appetite begin to poke me, I bite into my hamburger with resounding glee Nipping the bread, it's fluff presses against my lips I close my eyes, as my senses go in dips The precious aroma of divine baked bread As my tongue and bun are set to wed. Each bud met with delicious waters of steak The ketchup creating a dreamy, saucy lake Scrumptious, delicious Incredible, nutritious...? It doesn't matter, I've met my goal And the taste, goodness it makes my mind roll Forgetting everything while I finish the rest Golly, this food is the best
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
Company Picnic
So I was taking lil Tyler to school and I got to meet one of his friends! Tyler was so excited to introduce me to him, but that poor little babe! He was in a wheelchair! Bless my son's heart for looking past this kid's... um.... Well you know it takes a special kid to have a crippled friend! Wait I mean Not special! My son is not special No, wait, I mean he ain't SPECIAL special You know? Anyways, so I met his friend and I'm not quite sure what to do here I say HELLO I AM TYLER'S MAMA and this little kid looks me dead in the eyes and told me "Hello ma'am, there's no need to yell" I was in awe He didn't sound handicapped at all! I mean I didn't know if he would be able to understand me But he did! Who would have thought a wheelchaired kid could speak and think just like any other kid who wasn't gimpy! I am just so so proud of my son for looking past this poor victim of um... deformities... Cuz you know it's probably good for the disabled to have a regular normal friend like my son! Hopefully my son can make that kid happy you know since people like that usually have such sad lives. Golly I am just so proud of my son for taking pity on that kid! I am such a good mother!
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 11:15 AM UTC
My son has a crippled friend!
My room’s a disaster, and I am positive it is a reflection of the current state of my life. But, I mean, what do I know? My life is nothing short of scawompus. And by golly, let the wild rumpus begin, I shout- to the heavens- instead of taking the time to clean a few things up. Instead I linger, just oh, so fed up. What do I know? I know for certain I am not the only one who would rather relinquish their life story to a stranger at coffee house than to their best pal on occasion. Truthfully, that’s probably a factor in humanity’s perpetually loneliness, makes me question the reality of godliness, But that’s another talk for another day. I know, oh boy, I know we’re all just lonely ****** and darlin’ ain’t nobody's life more glamorous than yours, just step out of your head for a moment. Because it truly is gorgeous out here, there is every reason to fear, but also every reason to simply say **** it, and lie back and enjoy the view. But what do I know? I know it seems askew, but the beauty lies in the few who learn to appreciate the new. Oh, what do I know? Oh yes, I know I am **** crazy, and **** weird. I know this because I am reminded daily by my family, friends, and coworkers, but I am also **** happy for how depressed I am. But then again, what do I know? Let’s be honest, I wear my whole life on my sleeve and still, nobody ******* knows me. And I think I’m badass. Skanking at ska shows, waking with "oh no"s, what am I doing here? In a strangers house after a night of fun and honest to god I am still bummed. For whatever reason, whatever I may conjure up, and I am left here feeling like i’m still floating up, Up, up I am drifting I am a drifter And I still don’t know what it feels like to feel I am a ****** to life in so many senses My senses are unfulfilled, But I am scared senseless of what my future holds. And what THE HELL do I know? I am undeniably bewildered, Nevertheless, aren’t we all? In that, who really KNOWS anything these days…
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
Scawompus
My room’s a disaster, and I am positive it is a reflection of the current state of my life. But, I mean, what do I know? My life is nothing short of scawompus. And by golly, let the wild rumpus begin, I shout- to the heavens- instead of taking the time to clean a few things up. Instead I linger, just oh, so fed up. What do I know? I know for certain I am not the only one who would rather relinquish their life story to a stranger at coffee house than to their best pal on occasion. Truthfully, that’s probably a factor in humanity’s perpetually loneliness, makes me question the reality of godliness, But that’s another talk for another day. I know, oh boy, I know we’re all just lonely ****** and darlin’ ain’t nobody's life more glamorous than yours, just step out of your head for a moment. Because it truly is gorgeous out here, there is every reason to fear, but also every reason to simply say **** it, and lie back and enjoy the view. But what do I know? I know it seems askew, but the beauty lies in the few who learn to appreciate the new. Oh, what do I know? Oh yes, I know I am **** crazy, and **** weird. I know this because I am reminded daily by my family, friends, and coworkers, but I am also **** happy for how depressed I am. But then again, what do I know? Let’s be honest, I wear my whole life on my sleeve and still, nobody ******* knows me. And I think I’m badass. Skanking at ska shows, waking with "oh no"s, what am I doing here? In a strangers house after a night of fun and honest to god I am still bummed. For whatever reason, whatever I may conjure up, and I am left here feeling like i’m still floating up, Up, up I am drifting I am a drifter And I still don’t know what it feels like to feel I am a ****** to life in so many senses My senses are unfulfilled, But I am scared senseless of what my future holds. And what THE HELL do I know? I am undeniably bewildered, Nevertheless, aren’t we all? In that, who really KNOWS anything these days…
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Prologue: People have their own sneezes and that is surely fine, but you need these top-notch instructions for a faultless sneeze. I will instruct you on the fine art of how to make everyone in the room feel badly for not saying "Bless you!" You will find the results of your new sneeze to be utterly awesome. People will enjoy hearing you sneeze and wonder how you perfected such a basic human function. You will love your "after" sneeze and wonder how you could ever live with your "before" sneeze. Be an "after" and stay an "after!" STEP 1: Start by breathing heavily. Gasp for air, inhale deeply. Don't make your peers think you are merely snorfling. Don't make them think you're some kind of schmuck. You want to sneeze like royalty. Take in that breath and inhale proudly. STEP 2: Rise a little, maybe even stand up, to open up the lungs. STEP 3: Let it loose, make it loud and sneeze with gusto. Make your sneeze noticeable to otherwise oblivious teachers who only notice wrong answers and very obvious text messaging during class time. Make your sneeze a TRUE distraction. STEP 4 : Before anyone says a thing, bless yourself as if no one is there, as if you were in your room all alone int he dark of the shadows where the sound of the bed creaking scares you half to death. Where the thing under your bed says means things to you while you try to drift off to sleep--where loneliness and death meet and...sorry. I got carried away. To recap step four, talk to yourself. Refer to suggestions below*. STEP 5: If no one speaks, begin to cry. Moan and wail. Wonder aloud why no one takes the moment to wish you well in your time of need. IN CONCLUSION: If none of this works to gain you attention, the blow me down and call me Sally. It's time to choose new classmates. By golly, they must be the most putrid thing any baby spit up if they don't' stop for a second and wish you a very bless-ed life from here on out. *SUGGESTIONS BELOW: "Achoo! Excuse me, bless me." "Hachoooo! Gesundheit." "Achew! Bless my soul." Warning: Sneezes have been known to spread disease. Sneeze responsibly!
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
Sneezing: 5 Sure-Fire Ways to "Bless You!"
Prologue: People have their own sneezes and that is surely fine, but you need these top-notch instructions for a faultless sneeze. I will instruct you on the fine art of how to make everyone in the room feel badly for not saying "Bless you!" You will find the results of your new sneeze to be utterly awesome. People will enjoy hearing you sneeze and wonder how you perfected such a basic human function. You will love your "after" sneeze and wonder how you could ever live with your "before" sneeze. Be an "after" and stay an "after!" STEP 1: Start by breathing heavily. Gasp for air, inhale deeply. Don't make your peers think you are merely snorfling. Don't make them think you're some kind of schmuck. You want to sneeze like royalty. Take in that breath and inhale proudly. STEP 2: Rise a little, maybe even stand up, to open up the lungs. STEP 3: Let it loose, make it loud and sneeze with gusto. Make your sneeze noticeable to otherwise oblivious teachers who only notice wrong answers and very obvious text messaging during class time. Make your sneeze a TRUE distraction. STEP 4 : Before anyone says a thing, bless yourself as if no one is there, as if you were in your room all alone int he dark of the shadows where the sound of the bed creaking scares you half to death. Where the thing under your bed says means things to you while you try to drift off to sleep--where loneliness and death meet and...sorry. I got carried away. To recap step four, talk to yourself. Refer to suggestions below*. STEP 5: If no one speaks, begin to cry. Moan and wail. Wonder aloud why no one takes the moment to wish you well in your time of need. IN CONCLUSION: If none of this works to gain you attention, the blow me down and call me Sally. It's time to choose new classmates. By golly, they must be the most putrid thing any baby spit up if they don't' stop for a second and wish you a very bless-ed life from here on out. *SUGGESTIONS BELOW: "Achoo! Excuse me, bless me." "Hachoooo! Gesundheit." "Achew! Bless my soul." Warning: Sneezes have been known to spread disease. Sneeze responsibly!
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the girl was always strange...a little different from the rest...she stayed to herself in her room after school...and loved animals the best...talked to them out loud in funny voices...her long hair covering her face and eyes...so one day it really came as no surprise to her to find she was growing a funny bump on her backside...that sorta looked like a tail...at first it was easy to hide...she stuffed it in her pants and no one was wiser...except it felt a bit strange sitting on that thing...and when she was happy, darned if it didn't start to wag...all by itself...a few weeks went by and that tail started growing...longer and furry red like a setter dog...at least the back part anyhow....and her parents wondered why she never wore shorts anymore...one day she answered a question at school...and a happy bark slipped out of her mouth!....classmates eyes round looking at her...teacher smiled and thought it was a joke...of course that is how she passed it off...but by golly if she didn't control... her cheers for a team....yips and growls popped out in excitement...her friends really thought she was strange...but the more it happened the more the girl liked it...she enjoyed being different...and by golly...her dog loved her just the same (as he always did.)..but her folks wondered why there were furry dog hairs inside her clothes...just down the one pants leg...hmmm... well that gal grew mighty strange...funny things like barks and howls sang out in the middle of church choir....they started calling her wolf girl at school....and darned if her ears didn't start pointing at that remark...at night she'd stick her head out the door...gaze at the street waiting for a bark...from a little yorky across the street...and when that dog caught sight of her... man...the barks went crazy...all from her!....soon she got the urge to run...so down she went when no one was about...and raced like the wind on all fours...man she could rip...faster than her dog...they'd zoom about the back yard...after a ball...and she caught it first...parents watching her one day...seeing her playing like a pooch...worried the heck out of them...they wondered what to do...they took her to a doctor...doctor saw that growing tail...well he scratched his head in puzzlement...and darned if the girl didn't lick his face!....and offer him her hand to shake...like a dog!....well time went on since then...that girl is still stranger than strange...running round barking scratching at fleas...got a collar now and tags that say her name....guess she's got the best of both worlds..being human...and being man's best friend...'' by L B
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
strange girl (a funny story poem :)
the girl was always strange...a little different from the rest...she stayed to herself in her room after school...and loved animals the best...talked to them out loud in funny voices...her long hair covering her face and eyes...so one day it really came as no surprise to her to find she was growing a funny bump on her backside...that sorta looked like a tail...at first it was easy to hide...she stuffed it in her pants and no one was wiser...except it felt a bit strange sitting on that thing...and when she was happy, darned if it didn't start to wag...all by itself...a few weeks went by and that tail started growing...longer and furry red like a setter dog...at least the back part anyhow....and her parents wondered why she never wore shorts anymore...one day she answered a question at school...and a happy bark slipped out of her mouth!....classmates eyes round looking at her...teacher smiled and thought it was a joke...of course that is how she passed it off...but by golly if she didn't control... her cheers for a team....yips and growls popped out in excitement...her friends really thought she was strange...but the more it happened the more the girl liked it...she enjoyed being different...and by golly...her dog loved her just the same (as he always did.)..but her folks wondered why there were furry dog hairs inside her clothes...just down the one pants leg...hmmm... well that gal grew mighty strange...funny things like barks and howls sang out in the middle of church choir....they started calling her wolf girl at school....and darned if her ears didn't start pointing at that remark...at night she'd stick her head out the door...gaze at the street waiting for a bark...from a little yorky across the street...and when that dog caught sight of her... man...the barks went crazy...all from her!....soon she got the urge to run...so down she went when no one was about...and raced like the wind on all fours...man she could rip...faster than her dog...they'd zoom about the back yard...after a ball...and she caught it first...parents watching her one day...seeing her playing like a pooch...worried the heck out of them...they wondered what to do...they took her to a doctor...doctor saw that growing tail...well he scratched his head in puzzlement...and darned if the girl didn't lick his face!....and offer him her hand to shake...like a dog!....well time went on since then...that girl is still stranger than strange...running round barking scratching at fleas...got a collar now and tags that say her name....guess she's got the best of both worlds..being human...and being man's best friend...'' by L B
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Shouldering the Load by Himself seemed like toil that He could Easily accomplish. However, The Assignment required at least a Minimum load of that which was EQUAL to One's Body weight! ! " But Child's-Play" He thought, "I can carry my Own Quite Easily ! So,__He signed All the required documents , Applied his Fingerprints in the Appropriate Places, Affixed His Seal and took the Pledge. He then, went over to Stand in the Waiting line for His turn to come ~~ While waiting in Line, it gave Him the Perfect opportunity to Totally review the Upcoming Event ! With Heated Anticipation, WAS how He would LATER describe it ! Just Imagine, To carry the Assigned Load "All by Himself". Should He first Squat with back ***** to get a Better Grip? Should He First put one knee on the ground in front of Him, OR, His foot only, so as to better Stable the Load? He was Really looking forward to this New Adventure, "W O W ", Shouldering the Load ALL by Himself ! This is NEATER than he could ever begin to Imagine. "GEE" He had already moved Up twenty spaces, He MUST be getting Close! Everyone was so Courteous , Absolutely NO Jostling was occurring in the Line. This was,he thought " YEAH, it really was Very Neat!" Maybe, Just Maybe in Attempting his First lift, His feet should be Directly Under His Shoulders ! *Made Sense !~~ The Assignment was to "Shoulder A Load ". Even if He backed under it, His feet could be Directly beneath His Shoulders, That too should Work ! The ULTIMATE Goal could be Achieved, BY GOSH, He could do it ! ! What an Opportunity , He continued to Ponder, as He Moved up another Twenty Spaces. ALL He had to do, was to Shoulder His Own weight ! ALL the Paper work had been put into Action, All the the Necessary Preambles, Done and finished. ALL He had to do WAS, Take On the Task. GEE=Whiz how exciting,,,He was NOW Next in Line! " I, AM NEXT , Good golly Miss Molly, " I AM NEXT" ! As He saw the Task Before Him, A Tugging from His Heart went out for those Behind Him, As the tear formed in His Eye , Should *He-Stay" and help His Friends "SHOULDER A LOAD " .......
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 7:03 AM UTC
* "SHOULDERING A LOAD " * ( #46 )
Shouldering the Load by Himself seemed like toil that He could Easily accomplish. However, The Assignment required at least a Minimum load of that which was EQUAL to One's Body weight! ! " But Child's-Play" He thought, "I can carry my Own Quite Easily ! So,__He signed All the required documents , Applied his Fingerprints in the Appropriate Places, Affixed His Seal and took the Pledge. He then, went over to Stand in the Waiting line for His turn to come ~~ While waiting in Line, it gave Him the Perfect opportunity to Totally review the Upcoming Event ! With Heated Anticipation, WAS how He would LATER describe it ! Just Imagine, To carry the Assigned Load "All by Himself". Should He first Squat with back ***** to get a Better Grip? Should He First put one knee on the ground in front of Him, OR, His foot only, so as to better Stable the Load? He was Really looking forward to this New Adventure, "W O W ", Shouldering the Load ALL by Himself ! This is NEATER than he could ever begin to Imagine. "GEE" He had already moved Up twenty spaces, He MUST be getting Close! Everyone was so Courteous , Absolutely NO Jostling was occurring in the Line. This was,he thought " YEAH, it really was Very Neat!" Maybe, Just Maybe in Attempting his First lift, His feet should be Directly Under His Shoulders ! *Made Sense !~~ The Assignment was to "Shoulder A Load ". Even if He backed under it, His feet could be Directly beneath His Shoulders, That too should Work ! The ULTIMATE Goal could be Achieved, BY GOSH, He could do it ! ! What an Opportunity , He continued to Ponder, as He Moved up another Twenty Spaces. ALL He had to do, was to Shoulder His Own weight ! ALL the Paper work had been put into Action, All the the Necessary Preambles, Done and finished. ALL He had to do WAS, Take On the Task. GEE=Whiz how exciting,,,He was NOW Next in Line! " I, AM NEXT , Good golly Miss Molly, " I AM NEXT" ! As He saw the Task Before Him, A Tugging from His Heart went out for those Behind Him, As the tear formed in His Eye , Should *He-Stay" and help His Friends "SHOULDER A LOAD " .......
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The fire knows nothing but burning, we know breathing that way, naturally done for our own sake. We old still know sake and grant mean true immaterial things. Sake and granted we take to mean my good, your good, good sake grant me take me con mentis sans carne by golly. Dada-esque wire spoke far writing ease e everything e-literate e-mail --- the boinin' in d'boozum, dat be da ting, da ting con sum in all ya'lifes. be knowin' dat, be knowin' a-dam lie. Jah know y'know, don' be sayin' no y'don' Be happy. Jah know haps be hap'nin' allatime. *** sum, take wha's granted, take all fo' free. You got nothin' t'boin, nothin' to oin, be a bird brain seein' stars fo' no. birds be sleepin' when stars be seen so birds consider nothin', sidereally. Hmmm. Quit? Walk away, say, I got nought to say I ought t' say. No way. Temporary tempt-test-u-us sitchee-ations, suffer it so. It don' hurt t'say no f'now so How'd that that shiny critter know my game? How'd it know, I think thisaway and it is gone, forever. (which has begun, btw) ----- The biosphere is regaining consciousness, Capitan. Shall we continue burning? What's the bullocks count?
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Consume or die (the fire lie)
I see the sad color of racism not every other day But every second of the hour, all minutes of the day I see the serious mental and physical damages That this cancer has done throughout the ages And is still doing to our beloved human beings The others treat our People like they are leftover beans On a petty pet's plate. Our people deserve respect Fairness, justice, equality, acknowledgement Compassion, credit and better treatment Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted At one time, they were hunted and hounded by the system At other time, hindered and haunted by an organized medium Created to attack, destroy, burn, ravage and annihilate To embarrass, marginalize, ridicule, punish and discriminate I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, our elderlies Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons To hunt for mule deer or bears, who behave like enemies Of the civilized society. I see the sick color of racism When our people are not hired not for being unqualified But because of their skin color; they're quickly disqualified Dismissed, fired or terminated. I see the monster of cynicism All golly minutes of the day. The arrogance is unparalleled Beyond belief. The racists forgot that God only created one race One human race, one human race, one **** human race. Their false pride, their fake supremacy, their ignorance is unleveled And their audacity is incomparable. I see the colors of racism Not that I want to search for them, not that I want to find them Most of the time, I simply cannot elude, evade or escape them It is not easy to ignore the litanies of bad or negative mannerisms The bigots easily function like virulent or venomous vipers That **** out the emotions, and that destroy all positive characters Our lives, Black lives, like other lives, are sacramental and important And our contributions to the world are significant I see the ugly and surly color of racism not every other day But every second of the hour, every minute of the **** day. Copyright © February 24,2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
The Color Of Abject Racism
I see the sad color of racism not every other day But every second of the hour, all minutes of the day I see the serious mental and physical damages That this cancer has done throughout the ages And is still doing to our beloved human beings The others treat our People like they are leftover beans On a petty pet's plate. Our people deserve respect Fairness, justice, equality, acknowledgement Compassion, credit and better treatment Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted At one time, they were hunted and hounded by the system At other time, hindered and haunted by an organized medium Created to attack, destroy, burn, ravage and annihilate To embarrass, marginalize, ridicule, punish and discriminate I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, our elderlies Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons To hunt for mule deer or bears, who behave like enemies Of the civilized society. I see the sick color of racism When our people are not hired not for being unqualified But because of their skin color; they're quickly disqualified Dismissed, fired or terminated. I see the monster of cynicism All golly minutes of the day. The arrogance is unparalleled Beyond belief. The racists forgot that God only created one race One human race, one human race, one **** human race. Their false pride, their fake supremacy, their ignorance is unleveled And their audacity is incomparable. I see the colors of racism Not that I want to search for them, not that I want to find them Most of the time, I simply cannot elude, evade or escape them It is not easy to ignore the litanies of bad or negative mannerisms The bigots easily function like virulent or venomous vipers That **** out the emotions, and that destroy all positive characters Our lives, Black lives, like other lives, are sacramental and important And our contributions to the world are significant I see the ugly and surly color of racism not every other day But every second of the hour, every minute of the **** day. Copyright © February 24,2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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My hand doesn’t seem to want to hold a pencil; My brain is having trouble focusing. What is this? Multiple choice? Worksheets? Essays and Assignments? Woah, wait a second I can’t handle this algebra equation And forget about a ‘great thesis’! Give me a second to comprehend! Can we please skip all the introductory class rules? I wont spit gum in your class Or write on all the desks. I already know where to turn my paper in, and yes, I will sharpen my pencil whenever I feel like it. I’m bored already, I want to get moving I’m ready to learn. Golly gee, it sure is hot in here!
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
Back From Summer Break
Batman in his belfry Robin at the all you can eat buffet Batgirl in my bedroom things going, all my way Riddler plying his prose Gordon on patrol Catwoman in my trousers happily, loosing all control Joker playing the saboteur Penguin relaxing at the shore Harley-quinn in my shower as golly gee and will-a-curs I can't ask for nothing more
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Super Heroines my Villainess
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers throwing a myth in and out, double-crossing out lives with doubt, leaving us separate now, fogy with rage. But then I've told my readers what I think and scrubbed out the remainder with my shrink, have placed my bones in a jar as if possessed, have pasted a black wing over my left breast, have washed the white out of the moon at my sink, have eaten The Cross, have digested its lore, indeed, have loved that eggless man once more, have placed my own head in the kettle because in the end death won't settle for my hypochondrias, because this errand we're on goes to one store. That shopkeeper may put up barricades, and he may advertise cognac and razor blades, he may let you dally at Nice or the Tuileries, he may let the state of our bowels have ascendancy, he may let such as we flaunt our escapades, swallow down our portion of whisky and dex, salvage the day with some soup or some *** juggle our teabags as we inch down the hall, let the blood out of our fires with phenobarbital, lick the headlines for Starkweathers and Specks, let us be folk of the literary set, let us deceive with words the critics regret, let us dog down the streets for each invitation, typing out our lives like a Singer sewing sublimation, letting our delicate bottoms settle and yet they were spanked alive by some doctor of folly, given a horn or a dish to get by with, by golly, exploding with blood in this errand called life, dumb with snow and elbows, rubber man, a mother wife, tongues to waggle out of the words, mistletoe and holly, tables to place our stones on, decades of disguises, wntil the shopkeeper plants his boot in our eyes, and unties our bone and is finished with the case, and turns to the next customer, forgetting our face or how we knelt at the yellow bulb with sighs like moth wings for a short while in a small place.
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The Errand
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers throwing a myth in and out, double-crossing out lives with doubt, leaving us separate now, fogy with rage. But then I've told my readers what I think and scrubbed out the remainder with my shrink, have placed my bones in a jar as if possessed, have pasted a black wing over my left breast, have washed the white out of the moon at my sink, have eaten The Cross, have digested its lore, indeed, have loved that eggless man once more, have placed my own head in the kettle because in the end death won't settle for my hypochondrias, because this errand we're on goes to one store. That shopkeeper may put up barricades, and he may advertise cognac and razor blades, he may let you dally at Nice or the Tuileries, he may let the state of our bowels have ascendancy, he may let such as we flaunt our escapades, swallow down our portion of whisky and dex, salvage the day with some soup or some *** juggle our teabags as we inch down the hall, let the blood out of our fires with phenobarbital, lick the headlines for Starkweathers and Specks, let us be folk of the literary set, let us deceive with words the critics regret, let us dog down the streets for each invitation, typing out our lives like a Singer sewing sublimation, letting our delicate bottoms settle and yet they were spanked alive by some doctor of folly, given a horn or a dish to get by with, by golly, exploding with blood in this errand called life, dumb with snow and elbows, rubber man, a mother wife, tongues to waggle out of the words, mistletoe and holly, tables to place our stones on, decades of disguises, wntil the shopkeeper plants his boot in our eyes, and unties our bone and is finished with the case, and turns to the next customer, forgetting our face or how we knelt at the yellow bulb with sighs like moth wings for a short while in a small place.
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I arrived at Janice's grandmother's flat for the doll's tea party as I said I would and Janice took me into her bedroom as her gran was in the sitting room with two of her elderly friends talking over cups of tea Janice showed me into her room where there was a single bed and a small table arranged beside it with two small chairs in which sat Teddy a yellowish bear Golly a red smiling lipped black doll and Miss Woolworth a blonde doll with curly blonde hair and blue staring eyes and a pouty mouth and a rag doll with one eye the other one empty space after she had introduced me to the tea party guests she showed me the small stainless tea *** and six small teacups and a stainless milk jug and bowl with a few sugar lumps do you take sugar? she asked I said two and she put two sugar lumps in a tea cup and one in hers and poured the tea into my cup and added milk from the jug she made her own tea and sat on the bed beside me then she poured pretend tea in the cups of the guests on the small table was a plate of small ice cakes Gran made them for us Gran's friends have the rest Janice said and on  another small plate were four fingers of KitKat I sipped the tea   it was weak but warm in the other room voices laughed what's the doll with one eye called? I asked Cyclops she replied funny name for a girl doll I said don't you remember Mr Finn saying about a one-eyed person the other week? Janice said he said it was a one-eyed savage giant I replied o did he? she said frowning her forehead o I see she said never mind I said it's as good a name as any she wasn't convinced and frowned harder maybe I ought to call her Grace Janice said Grace? I said yes I had an aunt who had one eye called Grace Janice informed what was the other eye called? I said she laughed out loudly and then put a hand over her mouth and whispered best not make too much noise or Gran will wonder what we're doing I sipped more tea and took one of the iced cakes we ate the cakes in silence I gazed at the Golly smiling at me then Teddy who sat with a small silly smile sewn on after cakes Janice gave me a KitKat finger and we sat and ate those too Miss Woolworth hasn't been well Janice said o what's wrong with her? I asked her left leg has come loose and dangles when you lift her up Janice said o dear I said giving Janice a stare she seemed serious so I didn't smile there was more laughter from the women in the other room Janice looked at me and said glad you could come and so is Teddy he likes company I said I enjoyed it and after sipping the last of the tea she showed me her new red beret and placed it on her blonde hair and smiled then kissed my cheek best go I said glad other boys never saw the kiss or they'd think I'd gone weak.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
THE PARTY 1956.
I arrived at Janice's grandmother's flat for the doll's tea party as I said I would and Janice took me into her bedroom as her gran was in the sitting room with two of her elderly friends talking over cups of tea Janice showed me into her room where there was a single bed and a small table arranged beside it with two small chairs in which sat Teddy a yellowish bear Golly a red smiling lipped black doll and Miss Woolworth a blonde doll with curly blonde hair and blue staring eyes and a pouty mouth and a rag doll with one eye the other one empty space after she had introduced me to the tea party guests she showed me the small stainless tea *** and six small teacups and a stainless milk jug and bowl with a few sugar lumps do you take sugar? she asked I said two and she put two sugar lumps in a tea cup and one in hers and poured the tea into my cup and added milk from the jug she made her own tea and sat on the bed beside me then she poured pretend tea in the cups of the guests on the small table was a plate of small ice cakes Gran made them for us Gran's friends have the rest Janice said and on  another small plate were four fingers of KitKat I sipped the tea   it was weak but warm in the other room voices laughed what's the doll with one eye called? I asked Cyclops she replied funny name for a girl doll I said don't you remember Mr Finn saying about a one-eyed person the other week? Janice said he said it was a one-eyed savage giant I replied o did he? she said frowning her forehead o I see she said never mind I said it's as good a name as any she wasn't convinced and frowned harder maybe I ought to call her Grace Janice said Grace? I said yes I had an aunt who had one eye called Grace Janice informed what was the other eye called? I said she laughed out loudly and then put a hand over her mouth and whispered best not make too much noise or Gran will wonder what we're doing I sipped more tea and took one of the iced cakes we ate the cakes in silence I gazed at the Golly smiling at me then Teddy who sat with a small silly smile sewn on after cakes Janice gave me a KitKat finger and we sat and ate those too Miss Woolworth hasn't been well Janice said o what's wrong with her? I asked her left leg has come loose and dangles when you lift her up Janice said o dear I said giving Janice a stare she seemed serious so I didn't smile there was more laughter from the women in the other room Janice looked at me and said glad you could come and so is Teddy he likes company I said I enjoyed it and after sipping the last of the tea she showed me her new red beret and placed it on her blonde hair and smiled then kissed my cheek best go I said glad other boys never saw the kiss or they'd think I'd gone weak.
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Trying to figure out why a ***** tried to stunt on me. While my homie fronts on me. Triggered lie’s blasting out like bullets into your chest, golly! Vigor dying whilst family crying that left me locked up now in a little celly. Why did I pour out my heart to that ***** named shelly? **** got me melancholy, casting out poxy curses. My proxy is dropping down which got me feeling worthless. Growing up in projects where one survives by snatching purses and killing snitches. While society bides their time by tying nooses. Rigged games yet we are told to give no excuses. So, a minority got no choice but to role with the punches. But with darker skin colour most don’t or won’t notice the bruises. Vile nobility just loves hunting gooses. Stark contrast idly confides and resides Inside institutionalized nuances. Some people can be such nuisances. Got me feeling like tony roaming through the different cosmoses. Lonely sinking feeling, with my hope which was once flickering but is now slowly fleeting. Reciprocal tensions pokes through my barriers like an unwelcomed greeting. Typical tropes of under-achieving maybe it’s time I let God start intervening? However, I’m doubtful on whether spirituality is real or nothing more than Kris Kringle. Jingling jester choirs who always be harping on my people. Which makes me ponder whether or not God’s supposed love is fickle. Or if supposed believer’s have actually ever read the bible? Religious pharisee’s not seeing the irony of praying to their falsified idols. With their heads so far up their own *** That they don’t even realize that they’ve actually been worshipping the devil.
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
Madvillian
Trying to figure out why a ***** tried to stunt on me. While my homie fronts on me. Triggered lie’s blasting out like bullets into your chest, golly! Vigor dying whilst family crying that left me locked up now in a little celly. Why did I pour out my heart to that ***** named shelly? **** got me melancholy, casting out poxy curses. My proxy is dropping down which got me feeling worthless. Growing up in projects where one survives by snatching purses and killing snitches. While society bides their time by tying nooses. Rigged games yet we are told to give no excuses. So, a minority got no choice but to role with the punches. But with darker skin colour most don’t or won’t notice the bruises. Vile nobility just loves hunting gooses. Stark contrast idly confides and resides Inside institutionalized nuances. Some people can be such nuisances. Got me feeling like tony roaming through the different cosmoses. Lonely sinking feeling, with my hope which was once flickering but is now slowly fleeting. Reciprocal tensions pokes through my barriers like an unwelcomed greeting. Typical tropes of under-achieving maybe it’s time I let God start intervening? However, I’m doubtful on whether spirituality is real or nothing more than Kris Kringle. Jingling jester choirs who always be harping on my people. Which makes me ponder whether or not God’s supposed love is fickle. Or if supposed believer’s have actually ever read the bible? Religious pharisee’s not seeing the irony of praying to their falsified idols. With their heads so far up their own *** That they don’t even realize that they’ve actually been worshipping the devil.
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Characters of folly With their agony and jolly One who makes water In the gutter As bystanders shudder One who wears a cape Is he planning his escape While the gentleman with the black beret Morning walk to his frothy latte People with sign in hand What’s the message Where they stand Souls everywhere Just the same A powerful friendship Could be acclaimed Generous one Did you find One that lets you put your cares behind One that talks to trees Even in the breeze That brings those pines to their knees One who taunts honest and kind While he croons those left behind Those who seek out the good Kindred spirits misunderstood One who sees the light at the junction With his guitar that’s multifunction One who wrote look for the sunny side Knowing the silver lining as she cried Characters of folly Will leave you chanting my golly
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Characters of Folly
Today was my cousin Joe's birthday, but I think of him more as an uncle considering he's closer to my dad's age than mine, that's besides the point of this, though. I haven't seen him or talked to him in 5 to 6 years due to  his mental conditions. The past 10 years or so have consisted of a lot of ups and downs for him. I can't remember when exactly it was, but it was fairly recent, that he was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia. When I had found this out, I was probably a pre teen and I didn't fully understand what this meant, but I do remember feeling a punch to my chest. Joe was my best friend when I was child and he was a vital part how growing up went for me. I always looked forward to holidays and family gatherings because I knew he'd be there and we'd get to spend time together and share laughs. When he was diagnosed, he was no longer around... He needed to get help and as sad as that made me, I knew it was for the best. Today was his birthday, today I called him meaning it'd be the first time we had talked in almost six years. I could tell he wasn't the same man he was when I was a child, but that didn't make a difference, I was just happy to hear his voice. He hadn't realized I had already graduated high school or that I was on my first year of college or that my sister had a baby. At certain points in the conversation, he had called me by my sister's name, but I knew I shouldn't take it personally, I knew he knew that it was me he was speaking to. He had said my voice was calm and that I sounded just like my father, I never thought that was something I would be happy to hear. When the circumstances aren't what they once were, you come to appreciate what you get. You appreciate the little things because the big things are no longer something you can experience. How can you possibly make up the time  loss in six years through a sixteen minute phone call? You can't, but I sure as hell did try. I never realized how much I had changed in those years until he had picked up the phone. I realized I wasn't the same little girl and I didn't have the same dreams I had that time in my life. He was different, too. Not the golly man he once was. He hadn't lost the light that kept him going though and I think that's really important to consider. Mental illnesses are always going to be mental illnesses, but what is important is you don't let them win. You don't realize how significant a person's mental health is to their well being until you see the mental health of someone you love spiraling down at a fast speed, potentially taking them away at any moment. You're not your mental illnesses, you'll always be my best friend. "I love you, kid." "I love you, too." That's what was said before I clicked the end button on my iPhone.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
After six years
Today was my cousin Joe's birthday, but I think of him more as an uncle considering he's closer to my dad's age than mine, that's besides the point of this, though. I haven't seen him or talked to him in 5 to 6 years due to  his mental conditions. The past 10 years or so have consisted of a lot of ups and downs for him. I can't remember when exactly it was, but it was fairly recent, that he was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia. When I had found this out, I was probably a pre teen and I didn't fully understand what this meant, but I do remember feeling a punch to my chest. Joe was my best friend when I was child and he was a vital part how growing up went for me. I always looked forward to holidays and family gatherings because I knew he'd be there and we'd get to spend time together and share laughs. When he was diagnosed, he was no longer around... He needed to get help and as sad as that made me, I knew it was for the best. Today was his birthday, today I called him meaning it'd be the first time we had talked in almost six years. I could tell he wasn't the same man he was when I was a child, but that didn't make a difference, I was just happy to hear his voice. He hadn't realized I had already graduated high school or that I was on my first year of college or that my sister had a baby. At certain points in the conversation, he had called me by my sister's name, but I knew I shouldn't take it personally, I knew he knew that it was me he was speaking to. He had said my voice was calm and that I sounded just like my father, I never thought that was something I would be happy to hear. When the circumstances aren't what they once were, you come to appreciate what you get. You appreciate the little things because the big things are no longer something you can experience. How can you possibly make up the time  loss in six years through a sixteen minute phone call? You can't, but I sure as hell did try. I never realized how much I had changed in those years until he had picked up the phone. I realized I wasn't the same little girl and I didn't have the same dreams I had that time in my life. He was different, too. Not the golly man he once was. He hadn't lost the light that kept him going though and I think that's really important to consider. Mental illnesses are always going to be mental illnesses, but what is important is you don't let them win. You don't realize how significant a person's mental health is to their well being until you see the mental health of someone you love spiraling down at a fast speed, potentially taking them away at any moment. You're not your mental illnesses, you'll always be my best friend. "I love you, kid." "I love you, too." That's what was said before I clicked the end button on my iPhone.
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i zowie doodles maisie may mali the bad lily lu lu and tommy tune.. ii i recall thursday in cold blowy bushes hopeless and late victorian chairs.. a rather shoddy future which got worse helpless victorian morals and worse and what then a succession of error a word a curse! woe to us! silver platters.. but upon my hairy shoulder youth laughed but a aways harsh wastrels! and you think and you think timeless ways and suddenly i was 30.. jesus.. an elephant in glass unemployable ant boats and stoats and factory malaise.. wish.. work in progress.. the seconds digress like love and stars not even a war go fish! a dance with a great magical door called wishes.. and then 40..! son,beware the cat lady beware the graceful smiles..and whipped 20 by or be since.. and strange things like comets come and go by which if character been fate is typical.. of me.. as forecast by teachers and towns but unknown music grin down.. and by golly close shaves around corners stuff and poetry.. some round.. lithe plain and of course why not made a million yet but all is still a sweet card.. a great winding returning empty while of some shiny circle..
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
zowie doodles
Hamburger Hell Beefsteak Charlie says to Porky the Pig I can see the party lights someone's throwin' a bash and it sure looks big down at the slaughter house tonight say lets get together and hit the buffet you might as well stuff yourself they'll only throw it away Old Colonel Sanders says to Elsie the Cow golly baby you're the one two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, pickel, cheese, onions on a sesame seed bun say we just got time for a roll in the hay might as well stuff yourself they're here to take you away I know where you're going, I can tell don't go looking for me down in Hamburger Hell don't misunderstand me I wish you well don't go looking for me down in Hamburger Hell lyrics by Todd Rundgren Gomer LePoet...
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
Hamburger Hell
A drive-in fast-foodery advertises Its golly-gee new signature cheeseburger But what in 'burgers does “signature” mean? Who signs a cheeseburger, and how, and why? Maybe… The Artist Known as Nihil composes his Signature cheeseburger, customized for you, While waiting for his big break in Vegas And then he’ll show all you little people But for now he needs to sign your cheeseburger: “To Customer 362,                                    Best Wishes,                                                             Nihil”
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Your Signature Cheeseburger
sometimes you sit next to me, and golly, gee, good gosh - i get all old fashioned, and squirmy and quiet and corny, you'll have to forgive me, it's just that oh man, your big book on computers and your orchestra t-shirt and how your hair's all ruffled and curly - these things thrill me and how you're always so **** collected and relaxed and not drowsy not even at nine in the morning when i forgot coffee and look like tim burton designed me you make me want to look good - i've taken to staring at my wardrobe waiting for nice summer clothes to appear out of nowhere, waiting for a genie to make me a prince, to throw a parade where i'm the star, all eyes on me, because maybe aladdin was a fake but it's better than what i've got. You've even got cute teeth, how are teeth cute, that's too much, stop it - no don't, please, ever, geez - my brain forgets to talk to my limbs and my lungs and so i just get kind of quiet and silly, and excuse me teacher but are you expecting me to learn like this? but i do learn and you learn and we learn, we're so cool we say, we know this language, we can just move to this country right now, let's go, you and me, let's pack our bags and say who we are loud and proud, because that's really all we know, but it's awesome, and this is awesome and so different from that awful plan with buses and begging and stupid. ******* decisions. this is joking at its purest, and you understand that - you're so rational, wow, and that is something i think i've been craving for a long **** time. so hey, your seat's open - oh. except except, wait - it's not. sometimes it's not. sometimes some big, brutish boy who doesn't give two ***** flops into your seat, hunched over to laugh with his stupid friend in front, and you come it, a little later than usual, and pause when you see that ******* - and that pause, oh that pause - maybe i'm reading too much into it, like a **** up in a literature class, but i hope not, because gosh, it'd be great if we could get coffee, or see the new documentary at that independent place tucked away just for us, or even go to a game and sweat away in the seats for five hours, and maybe that pause is telling me that could happen, maybe? I hope so.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
japanese 1101
sometimes you sit next to me, and golly, gee, good gosh - i get all old fashioned, and squirmy and quiet and corny, you'll have to forgive me, it's just that oh man, your big book on computers and your orchestra t-shirt and how your hair's all ruffled and curly - these things thrill me and how you're always so **** collected and relaxed and not drowsy not even at nine in the morning when i forgot coffee and look like tim burton designed me you make me want to look good - i've taken to staring at my wardrobe waiting for nice summer clothes to appear out of nowhere, waiting for a genie to make me a prince, to throw a parade where i'm the star, all eyes on me, because maybe aladdin was a fake but it's better than what i've got. You've even got cute teeth, how are teeth cute, that's too much, stop it - no don't, please, ever, geez - my brain forgets to talk to my limbs and my lungs and so i just get kind of quiet and silly, and excuse me teacher but are you expecting me to learn like this? but i do learn and you learn and we learn, we're so cool we say, we know this language, we can just move to this country right now, let's go, you and me, let's pack our bags and say who we are loud and proud, because that's really all we know, but it's awesome, and this is awesome and so different from that awful plan with buses and begging and stupid. ******* decisions. this is joking at its purest, and you understand that - you're so rational, wow, and that is something i think i've been craving for a long **** time. so hey, your seat's open - oh. except except, wait - it's not. sometimes it's not. sometimes some big, brutish boy who doesn't give two ***** flops into your seat, hunched over to laugh with his stupid friend in front, and you come it, a little later than usual, and pause when you see that ******* - and that pause, oh that pause - maybe i'm reading too much into it, like a **** up in a literature class, but i hope not, because gosh, it'd be great if we could get coffee, or see the new documentary at that independent place tucked away just for us, or even go to a game and sweat away in the seats for five hours, and maybe that pause is telling me that could happen, maybe? I hope so.
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Here you are here you are, yes you are yes you are you are here you are here and here you are. Aye indeed in the flesh you do appear, yes my friend you are indeed, certainly here. Don't judge a book by it's cover, but what's inside is what matters, I leave that to philosophers and their stones, I say they're all just as mad as hatters! Here you are, where ever you may be, there you are, for everyone to see. Reading from some screen, because this won't make the front news, on the technology we all love, to make and use. There you are, showing off your prowess, all the while you're thinking, "Boy, i'm a mess!" Well, be it as it may, not that I'm one to say! You are a testimony of only you, and a testimony that only you can do. How you sit, stand, approach another, or flee, no matter how you walk, talk, or sound, you're still apparent to me. You are a testimony, of God's Grace, or perhaps you are, a testimony of truth and hypocrisy, of the human race. How you live, is none of my concern, it matters not to me, what you make, or what you earn You are who you are, oh how true this really is, from the ol' boy from the hicks, to the golly gee biz kids. So today, be a testimony, for all the people to see, that when they look to you, it's you they want to be. Because you can do good, or better than that, with only a start of a smile, and a tip of the hat. You are a testimony, of you got here, so take off the shades, enjoy the sun, it's time to make your life clear. Be strong, and virtuous, diligent and mindful, be passionate, and courageous, but most of all be faithful! I wish you well, in the coming years that does run, I wish you the best of luck and health, and some better days under the sun! So testify yourself, in all things you do, because in the words of Dr. Seuss, "No one can be you-er than you!"
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Testimony of Why You're Here
Here you are here you are, yes you are yes you are you are here you are here and here you are. Aye indeed in the flesh you do appear, yes my friend you are indeed, certainly here. Don't judge a book by it's cover, but what's inside is what matters, I leave that to philosophers and their stones, I say they're all just as mad as hatters! Here you are, where ever you may be, there you are, for everyone to see. Reading from some screen, because this won't make the front news, on the technology we all love, to make and use. There you are, showing off your prowess, all the while you're thinking, "Boy, i'm a mess!" Well, be it as it may, not that I'm one to say! You are a testimony of only you, and a testimony that only you can do. How you sit, stand, approach another, or flee, no matter how you walk, talk, or sound, you're still apparent to me. You are a testimony, of God's Grace, or perhaps you are, a testimony of truth and hypocrisy, of the human race. How you live, is none of my concern, it matters not to me, what you make, or what you earn You are who you are, oh how true this really is, from the ol' boy from the hicks, to the golly gee biz kids. So today, be a testimony, for all the people to see, that when they look to you, it's you they want to be. Because you can do good, or better than that, with only a start of a smile, and a tip of the hat. You are a testimony, of you got here, so take off the shades, enjoy the sun, it's time to make your life clear. Be strong, and virtuous, diligent and mindful, be passionate, and courageous, but most of all be faithful! I wish you well, in the coming years that does run, I wish you the best of luck and health, and some better days under the sun! So testify yourself, in all things you do, because in the words of Dr. Seuss, "No one can be you-er than you!"
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bzzz bzzz goes the cell phone                **** it reads My reply Shush, we're not talking about you. Movie n wine at home later? Maybe jacuzzi? bzzz                Mmm ill call u love. Im                tired and cant be out late.                I have work 8am to 7pm :\ wow, ain't that lame to which I say :-\ ok a few minutes later on and I text again I love you. Im sorry for being sulky. I just miss you and really just want to see you. there it goes again                I miss you too i love you                so effing much :-( only 2 days but its felt like an eternity                Agreed and then poetry gets the better of me My love. You leave me an empty vessel when you are away. A ship without sails. The sun without a sky. Her reply comes                Hunny :) followed up quick                Im going to make this an                early night Ouch that hurts Caught me off guard Do I be sad? Or do I be smooth? I cant even talk you into a quick yogurt session? Ill drive. Just there and back. my phone rattles back                Im grumpy tired and                waking up early lovebaby shoot quick And I can put you to bed w a smile on your face :)                Be a little more specific                :) oh god and here comes the barage A back rub, a massage. A head rub, a hug. A kiss, a squeeze. Lets just say that this lil finger went to market. And as Ive said, I just want to see my baby. So I apologize if Im being pushy. Ive missed you more that ever this last day.                Hehe lovebaby *** youre                adorable Adorable enough to get you to agree to a quick trip to yogurt or something? Pretty please w a cherry on top?                Youre.sweet and tempting                like.a cherry :) lovebaby                lets watch the snow fall                one day Well then have a lil taste of the cherry. It promises to have you home by 11:45 :-)                Gah golly u make this                hard And here it goes full blown oh god oh no Say yes and it wont be hard. Say yes and know you made me the happiest boy ever. Say yes and know you get to see your love. Say yes and know that my eyes will twinkle like your own personal stars tonite. I miss you :-(                Jack. I love you One more desperation push I love you too baby. What have you got to lose? And Im sorry Im hassling you. I really really miss you. and then the minutes drag on a few and then ten maybe a few more and Im sorry, Ill stop. I hope you have a good nite. Sleep well love. I miss you. and then there it is                I love you I love you too baby. Im sorry for being crazy. and time stretches on the beats grow long and in reply                Ill call u whn im home
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Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 9:26 AM UTC
am I getting ******
bzzz bzzz goes the cell phone                **** it reads My reply Shush, we're not talking about you. Movie n wine at home later? Maybe jacuzzi? bzzz                Mmm ill call u love. Im                tired and cant be out late.                I have work 8am to 7pm :\ wow, ain't that lame to which I say :-\ ok a few minutes later on and I text again I love you. Im sorry for being sulky. I just miss you and really just want to see you. there it goes again                I miss you too i love you                so effing much :-( only 2 days but its felt like an eternity                Agreed and then poetry gets the better of me My love. You leave me an empty vessel when you are away. A ship without sails. The sun without a sky. Her reply comes                Hunny :) followed up quick                Im going to make this an                early night Ouch that hurts Caught me off guard Do I be sad? Or do I be smooth? I cant even talk you into a quick yogurt session? Ill drive. Just there and back. my phone rattles back                Im grumpy tired and                waking up early lovebaby shoot quick And I can put you to bed w a smile on your face :)                Be a little more specific                :) oh god and here comes the barage A back rub, a massage. A head rub, a hug. A kiss, a squeeze. Lets just say that this lil finger went to market. And as Ive said, I just want to see my baby. So I apologize if Im being pushy. Ive missed you more that ever this last day.                Hehe lovebaby *** youre                adorable Adorable enough to get you to agree to a quick trip to yogurt or something? Pretty please w a cherry on top?                Youre.sweet and tempting                like.a cherry :) lovebaby                lets watch the snow fall                one day Well then have a lil taste of the cherry. It promises to have you home by 11:45 :-)                Gah golly u make this                hard And here it goes full blown oh god oh no Say yes and it wont be hard. Say yes and know you made me the happiest boy ever. Say yes and know you get to see your love. Say yes and know that my eyes will twinkle like your own personal stars tonite. I miss you :-(                Jack. I love you One more desperation push I love you too baby. What have you got to lose? And Im sorry Im hassling you. I really really miss you. and then the minutes drag on a few and then ten maybe a few more and Im sorry, Ill stop. I hope you have a good nite. Sleep well love. I miss you. and then there it is                I love you I love you too baby. Im sorry for being crazy. and time stretches on the beats grow long and in reply                Ill call u whn im home
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