"gunky" poems - Hello Poetry

Crows of brooklyn payphone goddess Shakespeare: old skinny repeating thin silver words beneath a sea shell stolen by a 7 year old girl in a red rag dress from the burning contemporary bookstore tossing sweat thru irrelevant back spine tunnel streets featherless skulls spitting sour chinese gin from chimney blow hole of their decaying dead thieving Fox revolting death to mother blessing decay red blue green white Fox yellow brown fur swirling entwined like melting crayons on a stone militia crafted bench researched developed by young Hispanic America Freedom wanderers too hot too cold to undress and **** swirling together like cigar french ashes with tongue hued wine feverish coffee thick as the bulging pregnant belly mother giving taking birth to a child tossed carelessly into the Great Lakes sipping on bad spoiled milk digesting salt hard boiled swan eggs eating purity chewing skunk coughing industrial chemical gasoline *********** AIDS NYC bright non-existent lights non-existent Allah howling North Korea Communist war hymns sing great religious protest gunky toe nail'd feet waltzing in the stomach of medieval ballrooms chandelier not casted by infinite diamonds but by Jewish slaves Islamic skins Christian leather Catholic molested brains children bones deceased Langston Hughes hung by Hughes spine and pupil the size of texas mass of the ****** female lips and knees wearing color blind dress shoes unfound skin feet walking on rain drizzling beach washed up skeleton sting ray the skin unwrapped like a christmas gift Santa is starvation licking the shoe polished long toes of Death riding the Downtown artificial lights artificial scientist crafted classical elevator time consuming Death songs Jesus, waking up, to his body dry, like that of Winter's rose and lips.

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Mar 12, 2013

Mar 12, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC

savio

crows of brooklyn

Crows of brooklyn payphone goddess Shakespeare: old skinny repeating thin silver words beneath a sea shell stolen by a 7 year old girl in a red rag dress from the burning contemporary bookstore tossing sweat thru irrelevant back spine tunnel streets featherless skulls spitting sour chinese gin from chimney blow hole of their decaying dead thieving Fox revolting death to mother blessing decay red blue green white Fox yellow brown fur swirling entwined like melting crayons on a stone militia crafted bench researched developed by young Hispanic America Freedom wanderers too hot too cold to undress and **** swirling together like cigar french ashes with tongue hued wine feverish coffee thick as the bulging pregnant belly mother giving taking birth to a child tossed carelessly into the Great Lakes sipping on bad spoiled milk digesting salt hard boiled swan eggs eating purity chewing skunk coughing industrial chemical gasoline *********** AIDS NYC bright non-existent lights non-existent Allah howling North Korea Communist war hymns sing great religious protest gunky toe nail'd feet waltzing in the stomach of medieval ballrooms chandelier not casted by infinite diamonds but by Jewish slaves Islamic skins Christian leather Catholic molested brains children bones deceased Langston Hughes hung by Hughes spine and pupil the size of texas mass of the ****** female lips and knees wearing color blind dress shoes unfound skin feet walking on rain drizzling beach washed up skeleton sting ray the skin unwrapped like a christmas gift Santa is starvation licking the shoe polished long toes of Death riding the Downtown artificial lights artificial scientist crafted classical elevator time consuming Death songs Jesus, waking up, to his body dry, like that of Winter's rose and lips.

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Rush, Rush! Gunky plush bagog Nugget sog Peedle glog Plundering down the boulevard I saw what seemed to be a Schmagtap Slukavard. Under his buttons, there grew his Mutton. Mutton branch, penal franch Sogging down the grittle bog And briggenfagig squeezing a bib, Soaked in carrot juice frib Muggafloo Plubderp. Schmubderp.

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Aug 21, 2011

Aug 21, 2011 at 12:45 AM UTC

froupog-tabar-glanicio

Whiney Pompous Baby Claire

Rush, Rush! Gunky plush bagog Nugget sog Peedle glog Plundering down the boulevard I saw what seemed to be a Schmagtap Slukavard. Under his buttons, there grew his Mutton. Mutton branch, penal franch Sogging down the grittle bog And briggenfagig squeezing a bib, Soaked in carrot juice frib Muggafloo Plubderp. Schmubderp.

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(hi, you reading this. I would love some edits and help on how to make this better, thanks so much!) The air feels like the backseat of an old car that’s been sitting in the sun for too long, and the white, gunky sun lotion is sticky and slippery on clammy, red skin, sweating under the heat of the sun. The same sun that spills lazily over the horizon each morning to be mopped up by sandy beach towels, as the day closes to an end, each day after another, melding together in a band of memories, then neatly tucked away, under old yearbooks, and faded photographs, only to be pulled out months later over clusters of sleeping bags and a flashlight that’s almost dead. No longer important, just another summer gone by, the next one will be just the same.

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May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC

camillapoems

Untitled (Help?!)

(hi, you reading this. I would love some edits and help on how to make this better, thanks so much!) The air feels like the backseat of an old car that’s been sitting in the sun for too long, and the white, gunky sun lotion is sticky and slippery on clammy, red skin, sweating under the heat of the sun. The same sun that spills lazily over the horizon each morning to be mopped up by sandy beach towels, as the day closes to an end, each day after another, melding together in a band of memories, then neatly tucked away, under old yearbooks, and faded photographs, only to be pulled out months later over clusters of sleeping bags and a flashlight that’s almost dead. No longer important, just another summer gone by, the next one will be just the same.

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Good way off, past blindness trickling fingertips felt plunks. Sedimentary stirrings next to running brooks dipped into for pleasure of touching algaecide inside the head. And memory impresses gunky regions explored, faculty of retaining wet sandy banks, the murk of his adolescence. How what was told of who to, or who not to, or what not to, that, was only left with more unanswered question. Just mire. So the feeling out had little guidance and quicksand became lesson planner. Wonted informality, such sinking, became hook, shot, and sweet tooth. These habits took his teeth and no longer could he chew. Drivel and flattery became much the same, his purging, alluvium. Men can only spill out, what fed. Eventually mountains' rivers carry peaks to valleys.

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Feb 22, 2016

Feb 22, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC

pj-poesy

Alluvium

Good way off, past blindness trickling fingertips felt plunks. Sedimentary stirrings next to running brooks dipped into for pleasure of touching algaecide inside the head. And memory impresses gunky regions explored, faculty of retaining wet sandy banks, the murk of his adolescence. How what was told of who to, or who not to, or what not to, that, was only left with more unanswered question. Just mire. So the feeling out had little guidance and quicksand became lesson planner. Wonted informality, such sinking, became hook, shot, and sweet tooth. These habits took his teeth and no longer could he chew. Drivel and flattery became much the same, his purging, alluvium. Men can only spill out, what fed. Eventually mountains' rivers carry peaks to valleys.

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Doggie Dog, Doggie Dog Writing in his doggie blog. Catty Cat, Catty Cat Chillin' in her catty flat. Mousey Mouse, Mousey Mouse Cleaning up his mousey house. Foxy Fox, Foxy Fox Packing up her foxy box. Ducky Duck, Ducky Duck Swimming in the gunky muck. Goosy Goose, Goosy Goose Putting her smart mind to use. Ratty Rat, Ratty Rat Story's over. That is that.

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Sep 29, 2018

Sep 29, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC

dapunnisher

What's Happening in Animaltown

Doggie Dog, Doggie Dog Writing in his doggie blog. Catty Cat, Catty Cat Chillin' in her catty flat. Mousey Mouse, Mousey Mouse Cleaning up his mousey house. Foxy Fox, Foxy Fox Packing up her foxy box. Ducky Duck, Ducky Duck Swimming in the gunky muck. Goosy Goose, Goosy Goose Putting her smart mind to use. Ratty Rat, Ratty Rat Story's over. That is that.

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Am gone am far away this night this strange feeling crawling in my brain another nibbled finger nail another nibbled memory this night this strange feeling making my heart pound a cold night a cold stare i walk away in the darkness of the white snow oh, this night oh, this feel another summer night spent by the fire another summer night spent by the fire alone this night this feel i found myself digging a hole in my wall i found myself troubled by the moon why does it shine on me this night this night one morning on a summer morning i took a shower boy, did i feel... that feel that feel that feel of betterness and bitterness drained away down the gunky drain on a summers afternoon i took a walk a walk in the field on the painted green grass there she sat oh, this feel oh, this feel this feel of alive

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Jan 31, 2013

Jan 31, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC

BR

This ordinary world makes me sick

Am gone am far away this night this strange feeling crawling in my brain another nibbled finger nail another nibbled memory this night this strange feeling making my heart pound a cold night a cold stare i walk away in the darkness of the white snow oh, this night oh, this feel another summer night spent by the fire another summer night spent by the fire alone this night this feel i found myself digging a hole in my wall i found myself troubled by the moon why does it shine on me this night this night one morning on a summer morning i took a shower boy, did i feel... that feel that feel that feel of betterness and bitterness drained away down the gunky drain on a summers afternoon i took a walk a walk in the field on the painted green grass there she sat oh, this feel oh, this feel this feel of alive

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I know exactly what I want to say Every letter, syllable and comma So I’ll type it down Polite and eloquent But I’m getting my **** point across Emojis, gunky gifs and text speech **** & SMH **** that’s not what I want But that’s how you reply.

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC

finkployd

Good Words/Bad Text

I know exactly what I want to say Every letter, syllable and comma So I’ll type it down Polite and eloquent But I’m getting my **** point across Emojis, gunky gifs and text speech **** & SMH **** that’s not what I want But that’s how you reply.

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