"hotmail" poems - Hello Poetry

What's happening to hello poetry? I don't need to know when the next soccer game is And if I can watch for free. Only football I know is American like the pride that's in me. My blood doesn't boil the native sounds of my country. Since my motherland is the Dominican But America my step motherland won custody and raised me, since the age of three. Don't forget is not who made you but who you fed you, who clothed you, who saw your first shot to a basket, who saw your first catch, who kept your body warm when you got another cold, and so on. This is "Breakfast for Champions" Just ask Kurt Vonnegut What's happening to hello Poetry? Show your art Get your due diligence Don't sell us your dreams don't broadcast your business unless is a story, book signing or deal. I don't need a spell to make a girl fall in love. I got these words For and to whom I might propose Love or an indecent occasion of lust. Let my words be the for front on this site but they're second to my actions. Since I don't speak much b'cause my Latin accent. What is happening to hello poetry? Private messages by strangers who don't write or speak words. Claim is urgent and as a poet You know kind hearted, love lost, And so on... You just might want to message their Hotmail. Sad story under prosecution Sad story the relation is abusive Mocking the painful truths of some of us artist. Just wanting a piece of the pie But when I order I even eat the crust and never leave crumbs. Take offense or not I just don't give a ****

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Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC

brian-payamps

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What's happening to hello poetry? I don't need to know when the next soccer game is And if I can watch for free. Only football I know is American like the pride that's in me. My blood doesn't boil the native sounds of my country. Since my motherland is the Dominican But America my step motherland won custody and raised me, since the age of three. Don't forget is not who made you but who you fed you, who clothed you, who saw your first shot to a basket, who saw your first catch, who kept your body warm when you got another cold, and so on. This is "Breakfast for Champions" Just ask Kurt Vonnegut What's happening to hello Poetry? Show your art Get your due diligence Don't sell us your dreams don't broadcast your business unless is a story, book signing or deal. I don't need a spell to make a girl fall in love. I got these words For and to whom I might propose Love or an indecent occasion of lust. Let my words be the for front on this site but they're second to my actions. Since I don't speak much b'cause my Latin accent. What is happening to hello poetry? Private messages by strangers who don't write or speak words. Claim is urgent and as a poet You know kind hearted, love lost, And so on... You just might want to message their Hotmail. Sad story under prosecution Sad story the relation is abusive Mocking the painful truths of some of us artist. Just wanting a piece of the pie But when I order I even eat the crust and never leave crumbs. Take offense or not I just don't give a ****

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you are everything you are everyone you are every cliche you are the sun, you are the stifling heat that cannot be escaped you are valentines cards misdirected and misshaped, you are hotmail, you are myspace, you are my face, hungover and exhausted, you are lost kids, you are something that was fun, you are not getting shotgun, you are beer that's been in the sun too long, you are a sad song, that's not been made better, you are the hole in my sweater, or my pockets, you are the chalky sugar that's passed off as rockets, you are the first drummer of the beatles, you are evil, and i don't mean that jokingly, you are choking me, like turtlenecks, or high stake bets, made on the wrong team, you are what seems like a good idea at the time, you are past tense, you are jeans caught in the fence preventing teens from sneaking in, you are cold wind on a dry winter's day, you are Coldplay's last two albums, you are too much talcum powder you are convenience store flowers, you are forced, you are hoarse voices in place of song, you are wrong, you are the weakest link, you are outdated references, you are beverages, that have lost carbonation, you are hesitation that leads to regret, you are the new york mets, you are first impressions that i make on the elderly, you are Beverly Hills Chihuahua, you are foie gras, you are aqua and their music in my head, you are cold beds, warm beer, empty freezers, old tears, fake appeasers, new fears, you are the moments when it feels like no one's near, you are searching for Waldo for hours, you are any buildings "bigger" than the cn tower, you are fake, you are first date awkward silence, you are last date awkward silence, you are violence, you are hybrid suvs, you are bees, you are black flies, you are forgetting an event is black tie, you are something nice to forget, you are socks that are wet, you are the slow driver in the left lane, you are fame, you are fleeting seconds never to be recaptured, you are the man on the corner screaming about rapture, you are actors selling out, you are stains on a couch, you are lost remotes, you are failed attempts to save face, you are everything that has ever graced this time and space, here and above, you are everything, you are love...

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Jun 30, 2012

Jun 30, 2012 at 5:12 PM UTC

shawn

you are v. 2

you are everything you are everyone you are every cliche you are the sun, you are the stifling heat that cannot be escaped you are valentines cards misdirected and misshaped, you are hotmail, you are myspace, you are my face, hungover and exhausted, you are lost kids, you are something that was fun, you are not getting shotgun, you are beer that's been in the sun too long, you are a sad song, that's not been made better, you are the hole in my sweater, or my pockets, you are the chalky sugar that's passed off as rockets, you are the first drummer of the beatles, you are evil, and i don't mean that jokingly, you are choking me, like turtlenecks, or high stake bets, made on the wrong team, you are what seems like a good idea at the time, you are past tense, you are jeans caught in the fence preventing teens from sneaking in, you are cold wind on a dry winter's day, you are Coldplay's last two albums, you are too much talcum powder you are convenience store flowers, you are forced, you are hoarse voices in place of song, you are wrong, you are the weakest link, you are outdated references, you are beverages, that have lost carbonation, you are hesitation that leads to regret, you are the new york mets, you are first impressions that i make on the elderly, you are Beverly Hills Chihuahua, you are foie gras, you are aqua and their music in my head, you are cold beds, warm beer, empty freezers, old tears, fake appeasers, new fears, you are the moments when it feels like no one's near, you are searching for Waldo for hours, you are any buildings "bigger" than the cn tower, you are fake, you are first date awkward silence, you are last date awkward silence, you are violence, you are hybrid suvs, you are bees, you are black flies, you are forgetting an event is black tie, you are something nice to forget, you are socks that are wet, you are the slow driver in the left lane, you are fame, you are fleeting seconds never to be recaptured, you are the man on the corner screaming about rapture, you are actors selling out, you are stains on a couch, you are lost remotes, you are failed attempts to save face, you are everything that has ever graced this time and space, here and above, you are everything, you are love...

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Facebook comments తో పలకరిస్తుంటావు . Gmail attachments పంపి secret information ఇస్తుంటావు . Google talk తో chat చేసి జిందగీ మొత్తం నువ్వనిపిస్తావు . Hotmail use చేసి solid గా మంటెకిస్తావు . Orkut open చేస్తే notifications లా కనపడతావు . Google+ circles లో add చేసుకుని గుబ్బులే పుట్టిస్తావు . Ibibo account లో నా photos అన్ని నింపేస్తావు . Twitter tweets పంపి తికమకలలో పెటేస్తావు . Skype call చేసి నా night నిద్రే పూర్తిగా దోచేస్తావు . Yahoo mails పంపి ఏఖంగా నీ భానిసల చేసేస్తావు .

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Jun 4, 2012

Jun 4, 2012 at 6:24 AM UTC

Babu-kandula

134.social networkతో ఇరికిస్తున్నావే

Facebook comments తో పలకరిస్తుంటావు . Gmail attachments పంపి secret information ఇస్తుంటావు . Google talk తో chat చేసి జిందగీ మొత్తం నువ్వనిపిస్తావు . Hotmail use చేసి solid గా మంటెకిస్తావు . Orkut open చేస్తే notifications లా కనపడతావు . Google+ circles లో add చేసుకుని గుబ్బులే పుట్టిస్తావు . Ibibo account లో నా photos అన్ని నింపేస్తావు . Twitter tweets పంపి తికమకలలో పెటేస్తావు . Skype call చేసి నా night నిద్రే పూర్తిగా దోచేస్తావు . Yahoo mails పంపి ఏఖంగా నీ భానిసల చేసేస్తావు .

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One New Notification A sudden vibration interrupts Billie Joe Armstrong just before the chorus of Shenanigans' fourteenth track. My Blackberry Pearl decided to inform me of one new notification from Hotmail. Annoyed, I hurriedly scroll to the interference to check what was such important breaking news: CNN Breaking News *-- U.S. Military launches missiles against Gadhafi's forces in Lybia ... * With a slight grin, I press Resume Song with a new appreciation for Mike Dirnt.

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Mar 22, 2011

Mar 22, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC

tyler-kelley-1

One New Notification

One New Notification A sudden vibration interrupts Billie Joe Armstrong just before the chorus of Shenanigans' fourteenth track. My Blackberry Pearl decided to inform me of one new notification from Hotmail. Annoyed, I hurriedly scroll to the interference to check what was such important breaking news: CNN Breaking News *-- U.S. Military launches missiles against Gadhafi's forces in Lybia ... * With a slight grin, I press Resume Song with a new appreciation for Mike Dirnt.

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my joy has found comfort in its own routine it has a smartphone, a tablet and an email address mornings, it drives to work then smiles at the computer all day long evenings, it returns the smile to the freezer and goes walking in the neighbourhood avoiding droppings left by reverent dogs it stays awake nights muttering - it argues math and logic, yet comes to no conclusion it drinks heavily at the Ferret and Firkin, falls down insensate it awakens at 2:30 a.m. creates websites for non-profit organizations, registers email addresses at hotmail and yahoo just to read the spam that joy which hummed and gambolled inside of me (exploring and lighting candles in each delicious undiscovered corner) now hides in its cave rocking itself my joy is considering a name change by bonaventure saptel

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC

bonaventure-saptel

[email protected]

my joy has found comfort in its own routine it has a smartphone, a tablet and an email address mornings, it drives to work then smiles at the computer all day long evenings, it returns the smile to the freezer and goes walking in the neighbourhood avoiding droppings left by reverent dogs it stays awake nights muttering - it argues math and logic, yet comes to no conclusion it drinks heavily at the Ferret and Firkin, falls down insensate it awakens at 2:30 a.m. creates websites for non-profit organizations, registers email addresses at hotmail and yahoo just to read the spam that joy which hummed and gambolled inside of me (exploring and lighting candles in each delicious undiscovered corner) now hides in its cave rocking itself my joy is considering a name change by bonaventure saptel

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i put you on a pedestal and googled your name i followed you to night-clubs and cried in the rain i bought you a coach's jacket and washed off the stain i made love to your girlfriend but she never, never came now the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a - you brought me out for dinner and just talked about your ex the only time you shut up is when we're having *** you know my hotmail password and you always check my texts I tried to leave a year ago but now it's too complex the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a -

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Mar 16, 2013

Mar 16, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC

margo-2

the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat...

i put you on a pedestal and googled your name i followed you to night-clubs and cried in the rain i bought you a coach's jacket and washed off the stain i made love to your girlfriend but she never, never came now the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a - you brought me out for dinner and just talked about your ex the only time you shut up is when we're having *** you know my hotmail password and you always check my texts I tried to leave a year ago but now it's too complex the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat the only thing that's left of my heart is a -

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here we all are, brass band playing. he wrapped it all in private eye, the things, like tiny mummies, so i will photograph them, open them later, for delight and some amusement, calling it all work. for work it is, alongside walks and tom fripperies of day and night blankets. comfort to allay his words of sadness. hotmail is down right now. sbm.

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Sep 9, 2013

Sep 9, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC

sonja-benskin-mesher

109. rag & bone.

here we all are, brass band playing. he wrapped it all in private eye, the things, like tiny mummies, so i will photograph them, open them later, for delight and some amusement, calling it all work. for work it is, alongside walks and tom fripperies of day and night blankets. comfort to allay his words of sadness. hotmail is down right now. sbm.

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Slowly counting backwards from one hundred if restless, yet most every night/early morning, when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert though rarely these days no difficulty to dream way before mentally mouthing the number zero, a segue way into unconscious state disengages awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours later how far from first triple digit to nought, I ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst- stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk credited with developing mode to abstract former lee bird den some assignation expressing a short shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma- pura developed the place-value notation in the fifth century, and about one hundred years later Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for zero, without such (now obvious) methodology, this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative, sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he would never be accountable waking bolt upright resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have zero choice!

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Ice Sleep Quickly...

Slowly counting backwards from one hundred if restless, yet most every night/early morning, when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert though rarely these days no difficulty to dream way before mentally mouthing the number zero, a segue way into unconscious state disengages awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours later how far from first triple digit to nought, I ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst- stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk credited with developing mode to abstract former lee bird den some assignation expressing a short shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma- pura developed the place-value notation in the fifth century, and about one hundred years later Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for zero, without such (now obvious) methodology, this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative, sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he would never be accountable waking bolt upright resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have zero choice!

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(Me slippery fingers slither, slip and slide splashing ala Jackson ******* sans slap dash experimental, swiftly tailored and harried writing style, yes on par with purging, spewing, venting...unexpurgated, unexpressed, unexplained... words, which this Engelbert Humperdinck singer/songwriter, (whose name inexplicably popped into the mind of this Dadaist) offers "FAKE" apology for any self inflicted, or sadomasochistic flagellated cranial contusions out of utter futility to make sense regarding following gobbledygook! GOOD LUCK! Mine groovy palmar flexion creases forever moistened by porous size **** leaking levees provoking deluge outranking Biblical flood - handy history (in miniature) replete with Ark keel logical artifacts discovered by hall n oats marked wainwright - about 10 stone and 5 pound huckster, circa Fin de siècle, when callous ten hooks (calisthenics, eh) caught without Noah shadow of a doubt proof positive by Matthew Scott, (amat sure his surname) linkedin to storied testament rivalling epic of Gilgamesh, nee the entire spoilers alerts since dawn of civilization writ small impossible mission to decipher indelibly etched, (what appear as Egyptian hieroglyphics), methinks his perspiration contains preservative agent, (a natural formaldehyde like substance) generated nsync to maintain eternal youthfulness, which stumps medical community, and earned him hashtagged "hotmail" (eagerly sought after human commodity), a blessing and curse palms plagued with chronic wetness, yet lines (little flushed streams of consciousness) rowed by itty bitty teensy weensy merry daydreamers harkens back when life held faint promise for scattered (contra) bands of bipedal hominids fiercely competing with trumpeting (Taj Mahal sized) beasts (donned tousled windswept hirsute trademark) Euclid heir'm barreling along barren steppes all around the one straggly mulberry bush, where one pensive monkey (protohuman) chased the weasel all around the world wide web.

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Feb 13, 2019

Feb 13, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Palm History Awash With Drips

(Me slippery fingers slither, slip and slide splashing ala Jackson ******* sans slap dash experimental, swiftly tailored and harried writing style, yes on par with purging, spewing, venting...unexpurgated, unexpressed, unexplained... words, which this Engelbert Humperdinck singer/songwriter, (whose name inexplicably popped into the mind of this Dadaist) offers "FAKE" apology for any self inflicted, or sadomasochistic flagellated cranial contusions out of utter futility to make sense regarding following gobbledygook! GOOD LUCK! Mine groovy palmar flexion creases forever moistened by porous size **** leaking levees provoking deluge outranking Biblical flood - handy history (in miniature) replete with Ark keel logical artifacts discovered by hall n oats marked wainwright - about 10 stone and 5 pound huckster, circa Fin de siècle, when callous ten hooks (calisthenics, eh) caught without Noah shadow of a doubt proof positive by Matthew Scott, (amat sure his surname) linkedin to storied testament rivalling epic of Gilgamesh, nee the entire spoilers alerts since dawn of civilization writ small impossible mission to decipher indelibly etched, (what appear as Egyptian hieroglyphics), methinks his perspiration contains preservative agent, (a natural formaldehyde like substance) generated nsync to maintain eternal youthfulness, which stumps medical community, and earned him hashtagged "hotmail" (eagerly sought after human commodity), a blessing and curse palms plagued with chronic wetness, yet lines (little flushed streams of consciousness) rowed by itty bitty teensy weensy merry daydreamers harkens back when life held faint promise for scattered (contra) bands of bipedal hominids fiercely competing with trumpeting (Taj Mahal sized) beasts (donned tousled windswept hirsute trademark) Euclid heir'm barreling along barren steppes all around the one straggly mulberry bush, where one pensive monkey (protohuman) chased the weasel all around the world wide web.

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