"hmmmm" poems
I draw her close to my chest
With her ****** pointing out from her underwear like an arrow
Slowly removing her underwear arm by arm and kissing the smooth shoulder
As I pull the two arms of her underwear the underwear fell out of her body slowly
I can see her pointed ****** calling me for a ****
Picked up an ice-cream, rubbing it gently and slowly all over her smooth soft and attractive ebony skin
From her face to her toes(all over her body)
All her body is covered with ice-cream
And she screamed baby is cold and warm
Slowly I started giving her a tongue bath
From her fore-head to her cheek to her nose to her lips
Paused a little as I deep my tongue into her two attractive lips and hers into mine
We exchange tongues for minutes
Down to her neck, wiping all the ice-cream with my lips gently and slowly
As she started to scold
Down to her chest l **** up the cream on her chest
Holding her pointed breast as I kiss and **** her ****** slowly
She scream softly and faintly "aahh hmmm that's it baby she said"
down to her **** tommy
With my tongue going angle at a point on her stomach
I Started again from her toes **** all her ten toes one after each other slowly
To her knees
She started shaking as I approach her **** ice-creamed laps
The volume of her screams increase slowly as am kissing her laps and going upward to her tight ice-creamed *****
Her legs shakes heavily and her body started shaking
She shuddered softly as my tongue rolled over her ****
she started to scold, but moaned softly as my tongue pressed at her **** harder
she lifted her head up looking at me as I shake my head side by side with my tongue holding the **** harder
She dropped her head as she murmured "hmmmm" faintly
She started to push me away gently not that she don't want more but because is over-sensitive
I grabbed her back
While I continue to **** her deeply into her ***** slowly and gently
As she raise her head again holding my head toward her *****
Pressing my head harder towards her ***** as my tongue was deep into her ***** and my thumb press her **** and shaking it side by side
Please," she whined breathlessly to me.
"Please. Faster." I withdrew my tongue and gently took her ****
in my teeth and wriggled it back and forth quickly. Her legs
jumped and she cried out, pushing with her arms again. I
grabbed her hips and pull closer
"Oh... Aaaaaah ... I'm so close," she whined. I circled her ****
with my nose and pressed my tongue back inside her, flicking it
in and out quickly to the sound of her gasps.
"Just... Ah... Almost..." She gasped when it hit her, and her body
quickly shuddered,
She slowly dropped her head as she removed her hand on my head
So I licked at the inside of her thigh, where the *** had sound
up, and continued to clean her up with my tongue
everything tensing and relaxing for several
moments before she relaxed back into the floor,
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
I had to go into the big city
well big for me anyway
a beautiful drive still dreaming I think
looks right down on the water that city
at Lake Champlain.
So what did you get?
Oh. You're seriously asking, alright.
Well, it's for a lovely couple this weekend getting married.
Oh I see, do tell Chef ?
I picked some beautiful ingredients
for pumpkin cheesecake
some candies...
I especially love the sunflower seed drops in magenta, violet, lime green, burnt orange, tangerine and dark chocolate,
they look like little fall tears.
I also found some vinted
honeymoon wine
A voigner
with a lovely fragrant crisp taste
Hmmmm...interesting, go on?
It signifies the full moon in June after the flowers turn into young grapes some honeysuckle Aromas followed by luscious mango and nectar
Paired with roasting chicken
& beautifully seasonal fingerling potatoes
and this amazing rustic sweet potato bread
gorgeous heirloom vegetables in a few various choices
delicately cooking squash
all seasoned to perfection bringing
nutty joy to all
in an aromatic feathery plume of goodness
finally...
green goddess dressing and roasted nuts, berries among other toppings for a brilliant salad.
Oh...well any invitations still open?
I'm not sure, but you can be my guest in the kitchen come along
take your hat off what's the hurry?
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
"Good morning, sir" Said the cashier,
"Can I get your order?"
The man took his wallet out and said
"Yes, I would like a large coke, large fries and a double cheeseburger"
The cashier punched in his order
Took large cup and filled it with soft drink
The machine showed the total amount
and the man put the cash on the table within a blink
Everything went smooth so far
as the man took his food and went to a table
Now it was a lady's turn, as she was next in line
I had a good day, and this was the point where it went unstable
The cashier asked her in a polite manner
"Good morning ma'am. Can I take your order"
I was in great shocked with the lady's answer.
"Yes, uhmmm... I'll have an uhmmmm... hmmmm...
a friieeesss... a coke... uhmmm...
wait! I'll have Sprite instead... aaaannddd...
a cheeseburger..."
And she smiled but before the cashier could register the order
"On second thought, I'll have a Big Mac instead"
At first I kept my cool, breathe... breathe
I was still alright then, still having a chill head
When It was time to pay up, she looked at the machine
It was 27 bucks and a 60 cents, it was written in blue
She took her bag, put it in the table
And started searching for her wallet, I hope she finds her brain too
I tapped her in the shoulder gently in the shoulder and said:
"WHAT THE **** YOU'VE BEEN STANDING HERE FOR FIVE MINUTES
AND YOU HAVEN'T DECIDED WHAT WILL YOU ORDER???
EVEN JUST FOR A MINUTE, LITERALLY A MINUTE,
A MINUTE OF WAITING, WERE YOU THINKING YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE IN LINE?
HAVEN'T YOU EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT IT ON THE WAY HERE?!
AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO NEED SOME CASH,
YOU HAVEN'T PREPARED YOUR WALLET YET?
WHAT DID YOU THINK, THE MOMENT YOU WILL PAY UP
YOUR WALLET WILL MAGICALLY APPEAR?
THERE'S PEOPLE BEHIND YOU, YOU KNOW
HUNGRY AND WAITING FOR SOME
YOU STUPID DUMB TIME WASTING ****
I left and bought some take out from other place instead.
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC
Yahya Kemal Beyatli translations
Yahya Kemal Beyatli (1884-1958) was a Turkish poet, editor, columnist and historian, as well as a politician and diplomat. Born born Ahmet Âgâh, he wrote under the pen names Agâh Kemal, Esrar, Mehmet Agâh, and Süleyman Sadi. He served as Turkey’s ambassador to Poland, Portugal and Pakistan.
Sessiz Gemi (“Silent Ship”)
by Yahya Kemal Beyatli
loose translation by Nurgül Yayman and Michael R. Burch
for the refugees
The time to weigh anchor has come;
a ship departing harbor slips quietly out into the unknown,
cruising noiselessly, its occupants already ghosts.
No flourished handkerchiefs acknowledge their departure;
the landlocked mourners stand nurturing their grief,
scanning the bleak horizon, their eyes blurring...
Poor souls! Desperate hearts! But this is hardly the last ship departing!
There is always more pain to unload in this sorrowful life!
The hesitations of lovers and their belovèds are futile,
for they cannot know where the vanished are bound.
Many hopes must be quenched by the distant waves,
since years must pass, and no one returns from this journey.
Full Moon
by Yahya Kemal Beyatli
loose translation by Nurgül Yayman and Michael R. Burch
You are so lovely
the full moon just might
delight
in your rising,
as curious
and bright,
to vanquish night.
But what can a mortal man do,
dear,
but hope?
I’ll ponder your mysteries
and (hmmmm) try to
cope.
We both know
you have every right to say no.
The Music of the Snow
by Yahya Kemal Beyatli
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
This melody of a night lasting longer than a thousand years!
This music of the snow supposed to last for thousand years!
Sorrowful as the prayers of a secluded monastery,
It rises from a choir of a hundred voices!
As the organ’s harmonies resound profoundly,
I share the sufferings of Slavic grief.
Then my mind drifts far from this city, this era,
To the old records of Tanburi Cemil Bey.
Now I’m suddenly overjoyed as once again I hear,
With the ears of my heart, the purest sounds of Istanbul!
Thoughts of the snow and darkness depart me;
I keep them at bay all night with my dreams!
Translator’s notes: “Slavic grief” because Beyatli wrote this poem while in Warsaw, serving as Turkey’s ambassador to Poland, in 1927. Tanburi Cemil Bey was a Turkish composer. Keywords/Tags: Beyatli, Agah, Kemal, Esrar, Turkish, translation, Turkey, silent, ship, anchor, harbor, ghosts, grief, Istanbul, moon, music, snow
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
Becoming... hmmm...
what am I... becoming...
is this the enlightenment
of my trip? hmm...
journeying through the seasons
of inner time and place...
therein which lies... a space....
not that sort.... not the sort of the
spicky icky spacky... space...
it's the... hmmm... sleepy space...
I sit and wonder... this place is where I... ponder...
fabric... the fabric of this life...
I AM FLOATING INTO THIS CHAIR
CONCEPT BANDS
CONCEPT ALBUMS
THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO SEE I AM JUST LIKE TIMOTHY LEARY
... but that... that is only a character.. the outlook I assume in..certain moods...
that state of worry... that's what I mean.
I am the wind
the sea
...
speak friend,
enter...
speak...
speak to me.
'I see we meet again... hmmmm...'
The music keeps changing my moods, you see...
Subconscious... I must be more mindful...
'Increase mindfulness'
I must bring the feelings... out
don't shove them away...
don't shove me away...
on this normal
squashy day
Love your dark shadow love the wolves
streams of consciousness I must cut up all of these streams
I worry too much about the future... am I crazy? or just afraid of being...
telepathy
Here's this concept that I have that represents all of these feelings that I have that I tell
to you and you receive as whatever feelings you associate with said concept
and hope they match up
I only write when I have something to preach... a sermon, you see..
yet I write every day...
to preach a sermon to me
'Does it make me bad?' this way I am?
does it make you.. mad?
mushy swampy bog filled mushrooms
I sag into the soppy plants in me
this world is my swamp
and this swamp is me
into the swampy swamp I romp
All day I ravage roam
I stomp
jive my vibe...
Exotic exodus execution
into the deep reeds
paddling the little cellophane canoe
Must... move...
Must... go...
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
i'm a sick ****
i like to hurt girls
some i know love it
even more than pearls
some like the knife
wanting to bleed
death turns them on
and cry for the deed
others the gun
a bullet will do
right in the ***
after one they want two
then some love fire
please cook me they beg
love to be soup
or boiled like an egg
some love to be drown
cause the bathtub is fun
bend them over and **** them
till the water is run
some beg to be impaled
thats what i like
til there breathing has failed
as i drive up the spike
no matter the method
be it poison or glass
they often lose there bowels
and **** out there ***
i always love it
real ***** fun
there such good sports
my **** is there sun
and then one day
one came to me
and said hey honey
would you drink poison tea
i thought for a while
it wasn't my thing
but for you my love hmmmm
when it goes down will it sting?
oh yeah it will hurt
you'll cringe and you'll die
then my ***** will squirt
and i'll bite off your thigh
well i love you for sure
a small price to pay
i would do it for ***
or even for a lay
she said i love it
i like the knife and gun
hurting you like that
will be lots a fun
then she said, a problem i have
i need pain too
have you ever played the game
hurt me and hurt you
what a great idea
i can hit you in the head
and before you fall
you can shoot me with lead
o my god its *****
i can **** you in bed
wont it be ****
we will soon be dead
well hold on a minute
i want to lick your ***
kiss you all over
before i pass
oh that sounds good
ill swallow your ****
you can cut me open
**** me with a stick
i'll poke you with holes
and make a big mess
hurt you real bad
and relieve my stress
please use a drill
I'll bleed like a sieve
ow what a thrill
i'm sure i won't live
let's get in the bathtub
all naked and stripped
and hurty each other
i love that you're ripped
we cut and we shot
beat each other to death
each other we loved
til our last ****** breath :)
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
1
zzzzz.....zzzzz...shhh.....zzzzz.
shhh....be quiet!.....zzzzz....
it’s the quiet of night
and everyone’s asleep...
so be quiet....zzzzzzzzzzz...
he-body is in bed
and see, beside is she-body
and both owners are fast asleep
but bodies speak even in sleep
shhh....be quiet!.....zzzzz....
zzzzz.....zzzzz...shhh.....zzzzz.
2
one turns in sleep
click! the neck says
ssssuuu!
a big toe scratches the mattress
silence
hmmm...mmmm...hmmmm...
that’s the in-breath, out-breath
as the bodies communicate
growl! it’s an empty tummy
and tchk! says the tongue
as it feels thirsty;
swwwwwirl!
says the blanket
as she-body pulls more of it
3
zzzzz.....zzzzz...shhh.....zzzzz.
shhh....be quiet!.....zzzzz....
it’s the quiet of night
and everyone’s asleep...
so be quiet....zzzzzzzzzzz...
rrrr....rrrrr.....rrrrrr...
that’s he-body snoring
rrrr...rrrr....rrrr...rrrrrrrr...
yes, he snores like a saw
ttttttttttt! yes, she-body kicks
bp!bp!bp!bp!
he-body ***** his thumb
zap!
a noise travels
from lung to gut
hmmmm....hmmmmmm....hmmmm...
there is heavy-breathing
the nose is blocked
4
zzzzz.....zzzzz...shhh.....zzzzz.
shhh....be quiet!.....zzzzz....
it’s the quiet of night
and everyone’s alseep...
and bodies talk....listen
prrrrtttt!
yes, that’s he-body
everybody knows this rude sound
Plattt!
yes, that’s she-body
with an instinctive kick
Baam!
that’s he-body
as it hits the floor
*rrrrrr......rrrrrr....rrrrrr.....rrrrrr....
prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttt!*
that’s he-body again, I’m afraid,
blissfully unaware
and asleep like a baby on the floor
Hmmmmm.....
that’s she-body dreaming of Prince Charming
who never showed up
zzzzz.....zzzzz...shhh.....zzzzz.
shhh....be quiet!.....zzzzz....
it’s the quiet of night
and everyone’s asleep...
so be quiet....zzzzzzzzzzz...
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 1:59 AM UTC
Words expressed to the one I love
Selectively picked just for you
To show I am here
Now
Tomorrow
For all time
Placed together and presented to you
With an understanding of your past pain
To give comfort
Belief
Healing
For love
Letting you know, no matter what
To the extent you determine
At the parameters you define
I am yours
At your command
No limits
These were not just words to me
I thought you knew that
I thought you could see
My heart
In your hands
No protection
But to my shock and dismay
No sooner did I give the words to you
Did you turn and give them away
Wow
****
How can this be
You say there was a different context
And I just don't understand
When you said the words to her
They didn't mean the same
Really
Huh
For real
"In Any Capacity"....hmmmm
The meaning seems quite plain
If there is another definition
I wish you would explain
In
Any
Capacity
Regardless what the reason
This is what I assume
You had to give the words away
Because you hurt too much to consume
Them
What they meant
That they were for you
If you knew that you were worthy
If you knew what their meaning could bestow
You wouldn't have thrown away these words
For someone you barely know
Devalued
Defiled
That which you feared
© Tina Thompson
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
With a "STARTLED" Jolt at my breakfast table !! The Headlines SCREAMED out at Me,,,,, "F A V O R S* TO BE SHUTTERED " This was a Bit-Much I thought. "FAVORS" was to be closed for good and no one even had the Gall to call and tell Me ! "ME" the Very FIRST customer and the most steady since the Major Grand Opening>> ten years ago_____"TO THE DAY" ! To the Day?? GOD, that sure seems strange, What are the odds of that happening, I Pondered? While Delaying Pondering, I decided to read the OBITUARY regarding FAVORS. Hmmmm, , Let's see, You've got to be kidding, they are taking out the tables , My Favorite FIRST. And my Goodness, even the Wine, wonder if I got the last bottle of that 1953 Fracioussa ?? A taste of such Mellowness and lingering Kindness ! Kindness surely isn't what has caused the DEMISE of
FAVORS" . Demise of such a GRAND Place "Was-Not" left to chance, someone has deliberately caused this Tragic End of Such Magnificance ! A TEAR IS ABOUT TO "WET" the page NOW ___,but___the phone rings and my thoughts are brought to it. It is a Mysterious call, some strange Voice, Telling Me to *HURRY on down to "FAVORS"___"RIGHT-NOW" !! Now?? "YES-NOW" !!So, on to FAVORS, to watch them take out the tables, and yes take out the wine of that favorite place of Mine!! As I step out of my CRAFT and onto the MONOLINE, the Hustling, bustling of the crowds, reminds me of the longing of that "FAVORITE PLACE OF MINE"
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC
Give me the sea and I'll drink it
all of it
Give me the sky and I'll blot it out
cut it out
leave the gaping earth barren of its liquid dressing
and leave the sky naked of its blue face
there is no compare
that is
not to say you are not enough for me
not at all
it is to say you are more than I could have desired
more
than I could have dreamed
and I do not tire of you
not in my darkest moments
when I'm stretched thin
and there is no longer
a devil-may-care draped about my addled mind
when my patience snaps
when my jaw clamps
my eyes droop
my brain thumps against my skull
not even then
with the last vestiges of civility held in grasp
not even then can I think to lash out at you
not even when you poke
or ****
plod about my sensibilities
maim my sensitivities
not even then
not even when you roll your eyes
give me that long 'hmmmm - really...'
I don't give in to the nagging,
nigh satisfying itch to shake with rage
and curse everything that stems from the womb
I am cool as a cucumber
placid as a windless lake
I roll my shoulders
flutter my eyelashes
look you up and down
say,
'My... my... tired aren't you?'
Your shoulders slump
Your efforts to topple me abate
You nod your head
curl up on my lap
isn't it
funny
how comforted we become
when we are offered solace
in exchange for an argument
that neither of us
would win?
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 4:06 AM UTC
The ellipsis
was sulking and
in a pensive mood….
And so I said: Well?
And Ellipsis said: What?
I said: You’re sulking…
And Ellipsis erupted
like pimples on an adolescent’s face:
*You wrote poems on every tribe of my race;
you wrote of the full stop and the comma and the dash
and about every other freak that jumps up
on a printed page…
And now you ask me, why I sulk!*
So, I said cautiously,
what do you want me to do?
*So, write me a freaking poem on me -
The Ellipsis!*
And I scratched my head, and I said:
*A poem about the Ellipsis?
Hmmmm…*
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 11:38 AM UTC
Yes I am in love...
Sticky toffee-apple kind of love.
The kind that leaves my mouth thirsty, gulping for more.
I think it's love, it feels like love, it should be love,
I have no words for this foreign emotion that has found dwelling in the open space that has been unoccupied for ages.
It's so awesome having a silly smile plastered on my face the whole day.
Easily, wonderfully, beautifully.
It could last forever, maybe it will, perhaps it will...
I never knew my mind could brew up such words, such expressions of a heart beating smoothly from the sound of your voice or the thought of your existence.
Could it all be a dream...fairy-tale...a make-believe story of two people liking each other incredibly?
Hmmmm....whatever it is, I like it. It has unearthed my buried treasurers.
Given back life to my mute opinions....re-energized my hopes for a happy-ever-after.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
So there's this new fad diet
The Diet of Worms.....
Can you tell me bout it doc?
Is it good for your health?
And I don't quite understand.
Is it the worms we eat
or do we eat dirt and sand?
In any case it sounds expensive.
10+% of everything I earn?
And you have to commit
your entire life or
according to this pamphlet
"your soul will surely burn"? Wow...must really work!
But tell me has the FDA approved, found the claims
to be true? Any side effects, complications? Could I
possibly turn blue?
And why were no American researchers and experts on the team that concocted this diet?
OK OK doc I'll let you talk,
I'll be quiet......
"I've taken it on faith that my patients who've tried it swear that its a miracle....I have no personal experience with it ...give it a shot who knows it might work.".
Hmmmm OK.
"But I heard they have a litany of products so beware that your investment doesn't soon quadruple in size."
Thanks for the visit doc, Ill take it under advice. I think I might....... especially if there's a refund if I don't like it after trying it and don't think it worth the price.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
*The Clothed Maja, sister of The **** Maja (both painted by Goya, and both enjoyed by Raj Arumugam), speaks:*
Hey, you boys…yeah, you…
OK, all of you good boys, if you like…
come see me in my white dress and golden shoes;
see me reclined in my luxurious couch…
Look here…I’m in this room…
Oh, you adorable, silly boys;
I’ve been hearing you the last hour
as you searched one room after another
and all you grown men giggling like little boys…
while I’ve been waiting here all the while…
And you’re Frank? And you?
Sean? What a **** name you’ve got baby…
Oh, hmmmm…you should be…O Patrick,
you think I’m cool?
I was made by Goya, how can I not be?
And come on other boys at the door, don’t be shy…
Ravi, Kesav, Eliot, jp –
my, my, what a short name you got;
you can get it long too? ...jp…lovely name…
and Jack Chappell, and Sean Critchfield –
and why didn’t cheeky Raj come?
Oh, leave him, he’s probably just best left ogling
at ***** shunga pictures
from Hokusai…
So welcome boys all…
Yes, yes, you can come close
You can’t resist the scent can you?
O, my name? Just call me Maja -
Maja pretty and well-dressed
and I just love good company and wine
and pleasure and fun
…what?
You guys think I’m sweet, and seductive?
Oh, that’s nice of you…
**** too?
Oh, boys! Oh, you boys!
If you think I’m ****
Oh wait till you see my sister, my double –
Oh, yes she’s always reclining in a bed too
unlike that stodgy Mona Lisa
Well, my sis didn’t want to come
but really, I’ll tell you a secret -
my sis, she doesn’t wear clothes -
and she hasn’t been in clothes since 1800!
Oh, you guys got to go?
Reluctant, but you must go?
Yeah, you can always see me – just google Goya
and I’ll always be there
and my sister?
Oh, you naughty boys, that’s who really want to see,
don’t you?
and that’s the reason for your sudden hurry?
Well, she’s always placed beside me –
I’m always The Clothed Maja and she the Naked one…
See you soon, guys –
see you at Goya...
Hey, come back here boys –
the least you can do is to kiss me goodbye…
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 2:32 AM UTC
I have angered The Poetry God!
Who?
The one who decided if my diction is any good, if it has the proper flow...
rhyming, timing ...I don't know!
I'm really having a hard time figuring out what he wants
It's not like there's a syllabus
telling us girls what to do
I love him and he should love me back too...right?
Unconditionally...of course.
All the while...I am deeply tapping these aging poetic veins
racking my sometimes scrambled poetic brain
releasing unbridled passions, truth the agony....yes
... unending PAIN!"
all the while pretending
to be just the slightest bit sane!
What does that even mean?
I'm exasperated!
and yes....
I'm sure he'll say
It's all because of my
"Dysfunctional Behavior" isn't it?
I can't seem to get out of my own way?
wait....
what's so great about him again?
There's not much else
I can tell you my friend
other than
that *****
for him....
you might be a "missed fit" to him
but he's the one missing out
on you being AWESOME!!!"
"Emmmm hmmmm you know it girl"
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
You say you got tricks.....
I'm waiting, I don't see anything special...
are they in your hat, or your magical bag...OH WAIT
the tricks are up your sleeve...
...BOY PLEASE... you don't really think I believe???
Wave you magic wand a couple more times
don't forget your rhymes
for magic words...
abracadabra maybe a lil' hocus pocus
What about supercalifragilisticepialidotions....POOF!!
hmmmm... OH NOTHING------
because you're full of **** & really, really bad lies
Oh my, my I WAS right surprise, surprise
The ball was never in your court, not a little....
not at all
You are not a royal court jester, you have no jokes
Tried to fool me, you can't, not with any of your tries
So guess what sucka, jokes on you
Rejected & through with it all
stop trying, there's no crying in this game
& don't point fingers at me, it's yourself you need to blame
I caught you up, like a private detective, some Veronica Mars skills
Be glad I'm not on a mission like either one of the **** Bills
Did you get the picture,
is it clear yet?
Probably not since you don't know how to use your mind
I'll leave you to ponder
Word of advice though so you won't be pondering forever, the answer isn't easy to see...
because there's nothing to see
If you don't get it still,
It depends on how you feel & with rejection how well you deal
If you don't believe what I tell you now, maybe in 20 more years when you're still alone, you can see I was being real
I guess for now just fix your magical talent
more practice is required, since talent is lack thereof
good thing this wasn't a beauty pageant
surely you would've lost the talent portion, as well as overall beauty
enough with all of this mess
& your brain still trying to process
I'm NOT interested, not now & I wasn't then either
this is called rejection, my feelings won't change
I bet you're still confused like Alice in Wonderland
....I guess you'll just never understand
but I'll always have the upper hand.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
MAN= "I thought you thtew those boots out"
In other words="I love your legs in those boots"...
MAN="You get to drive the new car tonight baby",
In other words="I'm getting smashed tonight",
MAN="That **** at the office had a ladder in her tights, how tacky",
In other words="My new secretary has great legs",
WOMAN="My god, look at the state of my hair",
In other words="You haven't noticed my new hairdo",
WOMAN="You look so tired tonight sweety",
In other words="You're not getting any tonight mister",
WOMAN=" *** that blue shirt you love is too tight, i'll buy a new one",
In other words="I mixed the wash, your blue shirt is pink"...
Woman, Man, man Of Woe? I dont know. Let's just get along HMMMM????
(c) eileen mcgreevy 2009
Nov 22, 2009
Nov 22, 2009 at 6:51 AM UTC
I'm normally not one to brag
But I had one of my poems set to music
By a MAJOR INTERNATIONAL ROCK STAR BAND!
Known the world over...
I'm also not one to drop names
But if I did, which I wont, but if I did
I'm sure that U2 would easily recognize the name
Well anyway I'm so proud of it I wanted to Hum you a few Lines
Hmmmm Hmmmmmm Hmmmm
Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
Hmmmmm Hmmmmm
Hm Hm Hm Hm Hm Hm Hm
Hmmmm Hmmmmmm Hmmmm
That's just the chorus...
But you can clearly see why it is I'm so proud!
Thanks!
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 7:16 AM UTC
this is questionable
what about the other table?
do they have anything on sale?
hmmmmm...
what do they sell?
will it interest me?
do they accept debit?
i am only 12
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
Bonds.
Invisible energy.
Tenous and strong,
Attraction,
Pulling closer,
Holding near.
Atoms. People. Solar systems.
The most basic ethereal glue.
Holding life as we know it together.
Electrons orbiting their core.
Planets revolving around their Stars.
Heart strings binding one to another.
Powerful energy contained.
Until bonds are broken.
Causing bursting constellations to flame.
Division, Fission.
Extinction without bonds.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 6:20 PM UTC
I want a guy who is cute, wants to know about me most times. He doesn’t care who is looking or talking he means what he says and does what he promises. I promise not to overlook the fact that he wants me there most times but we both know we need our time to ourselves. I want a guy that I can call mine, challenges me, and doesn’t need to tell me about his future cos I see it. He allows me to be selfish, myself, childish and romantic. Am not talking about no ordinary guy or *** freak and still not an idiot with no sense of character. Money is not a second thought cos he knows I love to be spoilt besides he’s got responsibilities just being mine. I’ve got dreams, we have a future together even though we don’t live it together our story remains.
He’s sweet, I’ll love him to bits, I don’t know him yet to be my man but watch out I’ll say. The way he looks at me, he knows how he makes me feel oh no speechless. He makes me laugh, think better and kiss him till he’s soft inside. I wanna stay up all night just for him, in his arms…
Give him fashion tips to hype up his swagger, turn his mistakes to childishness, talk his sorrows off his mind, and ask him questions hes not got answers to, make him angry and confused about me. When I am done show him my simplistic beauty he fell in love wid in the first place.
Girls wanna have him but I know he’s mine. He shows me to his brethens and calls me up wen dem gals think they’ve got a chance. It’s shocking the way he does it, lover boy they say but am the best he knows. He tells me not to be jealous but I’ve got to make him be on his toes, this way he knows I still care.
He’s changed me and me him. His mum or dad likes me, his friends don’t take me for granted cos he mentions ma name wid such respect. Most important of this love thing we on is that he respects my God and knows him for himself. My man is not perfect but believes he can be the one I want for life, hmmmm except you’ve got a better choice. ***
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 7:08 AM UTC
Wait is the word
heard,
sensed, is, perhaps, the better way to say
wait is the thought
the sign, signal initial init,
to wit,
you, you wit this by your wittiness, as you
wish
you could crawl from the cave
Imagine it were you, bred and fed in dark,
flicker lit shadows on the rocks
name them, name these things you see in
flicker lit shadows on the rocks
Send the hunters now to find them, gift them
fire to see their way,
good light,
gluck, gut gluck
Between the rivers of Babylon, we wept
not for the city, but
for the peace.
Words with out, out with words,
mean meant words, anger, hate
what thought is this in this word hate,
evil, in a word.
taste and see, sweet. Venge again,
love it, love it love it
oops.
Dopamagic
rewarded
safe, senseless, sleep. Wait.
Waiting is, suffer it to be so.
waiting brings no pain,
waiting is watching
Time is spent
perceiving
receiving
conceiving
conceit
deceipitic deception revere
the be guiled named the beguiler
hell is imagined
Satan, the Great Shatan, the deceiver,
the poets who prospered
while lying
and adding lies to the canon included
in the fruit of the tree of knowledge
The unconscienced demi-urge, oh Jah,
in a word
hmmmm in Polynesian POV
Imaginary hells work, why then,
should no trials imagining
heaven work as well?
The old man at the back, raises one digit,
he bids us wait, and
slowly rises
full height, he is not bent with care,
flicted with spotty doubt nor
wavering aim.
You, also know,
Christ had no mythology.
you know that. You know that.
you know
absolute knowledge
you trust that's known, right.
you trust that's known right.
No, you don't.
I do.
You must wait to prove me wrong.
Meanwhile,
watch and see.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
just thought of really deliciously ridiculous mean stuff to do
Rayne fed me an onion and I almost spat it back in his face
And then he fed me a bite of his dessert on a spoon and left the spoon in my mouth
And I almost spat it on the floor
And then he was breathing out and I really wanted to burp in his face
young tongue gone dumb
from bunned girls harsh sling
delirious
here: clear he is
Romare Bearden
Forrest Bess
I’ll becoming through
The truth will soon be-coming through me
Hmmmmm. What's that? sniff sniff Smell yummy. Hmmmm. Oh! Oh! Hot! Hot hot hot hot!! blows blows hmmmm Yummy!
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
He wanted a red house,
with a red fence and some red roses, the roses were for me.
I put my red lips and head out my red door and wave to him with a red glove on.
He was always ready for everything.
I remember his smile
Cheeks bright red
Always blushing.
I remember that red car he bought me, said it look just like me.
He loved his red so much that we got a red dog and name her red. (she giggles)
1 day I ask him what’s his favorite color cause I forgot
That night he left me alone with our dog red.
Hmmmm was it black or white, I still had no clue.
the sky to red and still he didn't return.
So the next day I decide to buy him a black car, I even name it son.
When he seen this he was highly upset because it wasn’t red.
He broke up with me; I knew that son of a ***** wasn’t ready.
After that day I felt like I never saw him again, because of a black mistake.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Life is beautiful.
We make so many wonderful memories!
And the houses we live in aren't just empty spaces
Such beautiful moments have been had in it.
Children playing and growing. Ragged dolls stuffed in corners
Late night sneaking out of teenagers, kisses and curdles in the sitting room
Occasional making out sessions in the garden.
Parents screaming, trying to drive their points home,
Children crying, defiant.
Birthdays and anniversaries celebrated with love,
Most importantly, everyone's made their marks and the space in the house isn't empty after all.
Grandparents passing on left a void in our lives, so does the loss of loved ones
And as surely as life goes on, we move on too. Remembering them in one way or the other.
Pictures of them remain with us forever! And suddenly, there's no proof of them being here in the first place
It's like some good artist sat down and created paintings of a particular image
Adding colours of grey to their head to show they are ageing
Or perhaps some lines on their faces to show that the stress of this world got to them too,
an extension of the corners of their mouth to show happy moments!
It just doesn't make sense any more.
Discovering someone you've known all your life has vanished and would never come back
And you clutch desperately to albums as if that would keep them forever in your hearts.
Hmmmm! The memories are important! I'll make mine too.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC