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"guss" poems
The slithering ob-nut **** pussywillow free-fall down all Guss, I step'ed on that egg, that delustrious egg, with white cascading gucky on the plague'ed way.
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Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 10:48 PM UTC
Peanut Butter Coil Egg
"little emo cutter" "she will never find the light she's looking for" I've been hurt called names bruised and emotionally messed up but I guss you really get what you get and don't get upset
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Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 1:37 AM UTC
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It was a beautiful day today So i took a wallk in the woods i spent my childhood And much of my twenties exploring I gave up on the woods ten years ago When i gave up hunting Today i went hunting for memories With a pen and paper ... I cannot say that my hearing And eyesight are better today I can say that i heard and saw more Such as the purple flowers in the undergrowth Years ago i would have returned With grand tales Today i returned With a short story Today i was tired and breathless From the hike up the hill Sweating profusely And coughing forcefully II could however blame that On a chest cold Rather than my sixteen year Pack a day habit The trail is not exactly the same But much is the same And it does still go by Many fond memories The deerstand from which I shot my first deer with a bow & arrow 23 years ago still stands However the ladder has curiously moved Again there was a deer Under the same stand And i could not imagine Ever shooting the deer today Today the trail takes a more gentle Climb to the top where i went Looking for the tree under which I made love to my high school sweetheart At first i thought it was gone But then i found it Right where we left it The tree that has not changed I remembered Laying out a blanket But soon realized that was not the truth She was not a sweetheart And we were not making love As with much of my youth i was guided by lust Rather than by love Or respect for anything I would have done almost anything To get rid of that memory Fifteen years ago while today i cherish it My foul mouth has not changed Proven when i said "holy **** after nearly stepping on a turkey Startling me as much as the bird I stopped to check out the shale pit I used to spend hours there Scouring for fossil remains Of plants and animals I never found anything But that didn't stop me from looking Today i picked up one lump of shale Looked it over and laughed A pair of squirrels did not think It was so funny ****** scurrying up a tree And barking at me in unison I guss the biggest impression i got Was how much the woods Has not changed While much of me has All the changes may not be for better But not all For worse either I shouldn't have given up on the woods and i have been given several chances So i am going to give the woods Another chance as well
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Out For a Walk
It was a beautiful day today So i took a wallk in the woods i spent my childhood And much of my twenties exploring I gave up on the woods ten years ago When i gave up hunting Today i went hunting for memories With a pen and paper ... I cannot say that my hearing And eyesight are better today I can say that i heard and saw more Such as the purple flowers in the undergrowth Years ago i would have returned With grand tales Today i returned With a short story Today i was tired and breathless From the hike up the hill Sweating profusely And coughing forcefully II could however blame that On a chest cold Rather than my sixteen year Pack a day habit The trail is not exactly the same But much is the same And it does still go by Many fond memories The deerstand from which I shot my first deer with a bow & arrow 23 years ago still stands However the ladder has curiously moved Again there was a deer Under the same stand And i could not imagine Ever shooting the deer today Today the trail takes a more gentle Climb to the top where i went Looking for the tree under which I made love to my high school sweetheart At first i thought it was gone But then i found it Right where we left it The tree that has not changed I remembered Laying out a blanket But soon realized that was not the truth She was not a sweetheart And we were not making love As with much of my youth i was guided by lust Rather than by love Or respect for anything I would have done almost anything To get rid of that memory Fifteen years ago while today i cherish it My foul mouth has not changed Proven when i said "holy **** after nearly stepping on a turkey Startling me as much as the bird I stopped to check out the shale pit I used to spend hours there Scouring for fossil remains Of plants and animals I never found anything But that didn't stop me from looking Today i picked up one lump of shale Looked it over and laughed A pair of squirrels did not think It was so funny ****** scurrying up a tree And barking at me in unison I guss the biggest impression i got Was how much the woods Has not changed While much of me has All the changes may not be for better But not all For worse either I shouldn't have given up on the woods and i have been given several chances So i am going to give the woods Another chance as well
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i feel like smiling,,i smiled... when the cool breeze of this night sooth ma cheeks & mind ma memmories slowley open eyes.. & starts telling many stories i do remember each & every thing our time together,those movements & events the foot prints we left in the seashore still embeded deep stones of love handing hand together & chirpping for hours & hours,ofcourse evryday no way to forget the bloomed lillies at the heights , we climbed together & ma naughty doings,to make you angry finally to see that crazy , innocent smile. & our evening walks to the wisdom of love you being more & more involved each day diving through the shead leaves & finally the pleasure of being at the destiny, we know. i guss theremight be no steps to bounce through gloomy fights anymore but still the snowing hills of understanding. anyway we'll be together by the next sunrise. in our way, planting eyes on each other's.for nothing. even if we don 't utter a word each other i'm sure there will be cherry trees & sunflowers of bliss waiting ahead; to see the waves washing our foot sky lit diamond stars for ever, when we woke up & walk to the sunset of our life. i would , if i get a chance to sit with you in that autumn eve,on our wooden bench tell the mumbling wind, about this asset of my life,perhaps no one knows, what is this beam of bliss doing in me...
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
wow !