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"humongous" poems
Now I ask you to join me Now you celebrate Not being me. Not being you Only Us for the great UN load! DIS arm! EN large! OUT side! Some steps I will take Be my guest Pull your anchor Out of the lake We're In the room In the building In the crowded city In the country with thousands of cities The country shares the continent with an enemy nation The two rivals are carried round and round by the Earth's endless rotation The Earth obeys the master’s magnetic line, burning since uncountable clock time The sun is blind to his insignificance too, ignoring billions of other star mates, it can’t see through Immeasurable it seems, magnifying! All of them such tiny little parts in one of Miss Milky’s arms Some light years away there they are: Pinwheel, Cartwheel, Black Eye, Andromeda and Cigar Unmeasurable it seems, humongous! All of them such a fading little part of the cosmos There you are Floating from a distance Feel the empty ground Drink from the fountain of existence Still blind to insignificance? Still convinced about the rightness of imposed beliefs? Still judging others’ defects according to our pretentious and vain mind? Still punching away the different, protecting the mold? Still reinforcing illusory antagonism and insignia? Still seeing only two sides? Still holding to the pride? Still In the ******* room Am I? Are you? Let's try it again
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
Ego deconstruction
She hides her emotions Deep in I think her heart was broken And its been bottled in She has this shell around her And a somewhat dark demeanor But yet I see her beauty Within her flaws you find perfection We fell in love with no intention And her personality humongous Or shall I not mention "Baby,he'll use" "Maybe he'll change you" "Surely he'll leave" But they don't know I need you They don't know what I know They don't share what we share She's always on the Gram Scalping beauty from starving models Does she not look in the mirror Does she not see that enchantment That beautiful black girl With beautiful black hair With a beautiful pearly smile And Darling star eyes Don't know if she gets it But I need her I crave her like a craze She is the definition of Amaze - ing
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Beauty
Agony and Pain, Filled in the eyes, Gaze seeing beyond.. Future is unpredictable Life is futureless Yet, You, My Farmers you toil the soil... Year after year, You keep on working Tilling the land, Sowing the seeds, Waiting for the rain.. And watch clouds pass by... The shower doesn't happen, The seeds don't germinate, The crop doesn't turn up . Yet again, One more year of despair...! The pain in eyes.. Hurts the heart but, Lips always smile.. They have a task of, Explaining your child About how next year... We will buy New dress New toy New shoes New bag It's been years since your child saw anything new... Since your wife bought a new dress.. You anyways are not even in list... The family understands.. The years foods is collected, Bare minimum... Child education should continue Regardless.. But... The loan goes Higher... Bigger Humongous.. You cannot bear the thought... The farm being in mortgage.. You don't know what to do... Finally, You are tired, You decide, as your neighbor.. You shall too end your life... Go away in peace.. Away from all these... Hurt is too much To bear, Pain is too much To wear, Life is miserable And Lips refuse to smile.. Child s haunting eyes, You can't decipher... Finally... You end your life.... . . . Your wife now bears it all... All alone... Life continues....!! Sparkle In Wisdom Dec 2018
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
Farmers Plight
No sickle bar churns repetitiously clanging two notes while grasshoppers and field mice scurry to survive the blade Now yellow bulldozers with humongous tires roar like thunder in a rainstorm and scrape away black loam leaving clay as red as fresh beets There is no funeral for the hay meadow that is dead and put to rest without a tombstone
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
No Need to Mow this Spring
childhood memories are speckled with the scent of summer sunsets formed with the bonds of friendship and late night promises with giggling faces childhood memories are climbing crooked trees in the spring the smell of freshly cut grass and sleeping in until 10 childhood memories are snowflakes blinding the humongous ski goggles pressed against the large frames of thick glasses and the promise of hot chocolate by a cozy fire childhood memories are marred by the yelling from downstairs tightened faces and clenched fists shattered glass and crimson splattered on beige tiles childhood memories are earbuds plugged tight in small ears books clutched in trembling hands herding confused brothers up creaking steps childhood memories are sadness leaking from the soul withdrawal into the land of silence an unhealthy obsession with escaping into fiction childhood memories are nostalgic terrifying what shaped me to be me
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
childhood memories.
~for immortality~ well, wow "busy with academics." what an annoying nuisance this living life's growing up activities, just to keep you busy, so much nicer to couch and read 41 of ole natty's poetry, in one humongous sitting! now, take a for real break, go for a walk, pick five words a shopping list of five of life's things that make you smile, make you weep, and intertwine them or define them separately, best to spend your time a-writing, alighting, upon empty pages that plead for fufillment, that only you, you, you, you, you, you can provide, the data original, the knowledge keen, the internalities that you secret within, and spill ever so carefully, what we await, most anxiously... the truest path to immortality nml 6:00 am
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
well, wow...now go and...find immortality
leave a mark wherever you go. plant a tiny piece of you and it will grow and grow and you will be infinitely remembered. don't be afraid, share yourself because you are constantly evolving. constantly bettering. you are a small creature crawling the face of the earth just like everyone else, but sometimes our footprints are bigger than we could ever be in this moment. you are a humongous soul contained in a tiny vessel of a body, who you are and what you've done will live on. make an impact. live, create, share. you can do so much more than just exist.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
and then i realized i was more a tree than a human
with the cost of petrol being so dear one is forced to drive in low gear the engine cannot be at full throttle as it will use more than a seven pint bottle replenishing the petrol tank is a scourge and from our wallets it does vengefully purge it is quite frightening receiving those petrol dockets for they leave a humongous hole in our pockets soon everyone will be walking or riding a bike they'll not be able to take the petrol price hikes each week we're at the mercy of the oil giants they are making a lot of dough from their clients they've got us over a barrel pardon the pun and we're running scared of their pistol packing petrol gun public transport is the best option for us to take at least that will not of our dollars forsake petrol prices are of the most dire concern and I can foresee our hard earned pennies set to burn
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 4:25 AM UTC
Petrol Prices
The mind is endless space  So much room for so many ideas The phrase "open-minded" Is a wonderful phrase indeed  To open that infinite space And to accept knowledge, opinions And other things Things you can not simply get By yourself  So now, you must agree with me When I say that the phrase "Small-minded" Is incorrect and impossible  The only correct phrase  For the meaning of  "small-mindedness" Would be "close-mindedness" No one has a small mind They just refuse to fill up The humongous space they have They want to believe  That they have all the knowledge That they'll ever need.  That, of course, is impossible And irrational.  But These people are not Stupid, Or dumb, Or stubborn, They were simply taught wrong
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
The Inexistence of Small-Mindedness
This plainess that I feel right now, is really quite an art. The people yelling feverishly are all but just a part. A part of this humongous ocean tide called life. It seems like just a day ago, I felt I needed more I needed visibility, love, and more, more, more. It feels like just the purity and carelessness of life is that what I so needed in my attempts at living life. It turns out you dont have to worry you don't have to think about your looks, who loves you and about what you should think. Apparently this stillness, this plainess that's inside, this easy going carelessness that you don't have to hide is just what people notice about you wanting more about you craving love and attention and what's for you in store. They'll crave for your attention and will want to be with you. It's funny how instead of you They're the ones craving more.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
Stillness
Sirious ******** Study is ******** Will you let me be. There'll be other days to write more poetry. Smirking, missed you too. She's studying with language barrier, under repression. Taking years to slowly do what we can accomplish in a day. I see, but what are we to accomplish? Blow it up? rip it down? to rebuild? or embroider?   Like repairing a tapestry. Fill the in gaps, complete her story with hard data and prettier pictures. Half on one hand, six in the other. Make do and mend. Change the world for a second Which of us drew the short straw again? Zzzzxxx Tripping over myself and our humongous marriage of minds. Apologies. Apogee. Nadir ©Atalanta Undigested, 2013. All Rights Reserved.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
Studious ********
I was a ship You were an ocean The storm was our home Your humongous waves made me tilt, side to side and every time I did My heart turned upside down -Kaya
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
The Ship And The Ocean
The continuous pondering of life after death has recently plagued our existence This might be a hindrance for our previously unfailing pious persistence Thoughts arise that cause an imbalance in the tumultuous mind Free you, they might, of the pacts into which you yourself do bind Magnanimous flatulence shall reign unbridled upon the fields of plenty But the door to unanimous qunatipulation shall come unhinged on the count of twenty Promiscuity leads to a mind frame disgusted by a joyous initiation Humongous amounts of gelatinous goo shall be written off as depreciation Pig tails and concubines disperse with molecular ease While the dead paperweights converse heatedly in Cantonese May these words sit upon you, heavy as the dark interstellar skies May your brain be confounded, let no infallible logic suffice
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
Weekly ranting and ravings of an unbalanced mind
Wonderful words without whim. Keeping kind kitty keen. Aquarius armour and ample attention. Explosion of elegance and effortlessly eighteen. Chasing companionship in chaos of childish cerebrals. Lingering loves leaves the lonely lost. Humongous heart to heave the hopeless. Finding a faithful friend for forever.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Faith
I swear to god I've seen that pole about a kilometer a go I swear to god I've seen that tree barren, wasted of it's leaves I swear to god I've seen that barn bent and crooked on that farm I swear to god ive seen that pond the ugly geese have spooked the swans I swear to god I've crossed these tracks our shocks are shot and so's my back I swear at god everytime I have to make this god dam drive I swear to god it always snows humongous flakes, down in droves I swear to god it always rains when the gas tank's almost drained I swear to god the traffics jammed every inch of the trans I swear to god the coffee's weak like the towns, bland and bleak I swear to god it's all the same this road must lead to hells gates I swear at god everytime I have to make this god dam drive
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
This God Dam Drive
the fungus are among us among us, and abundance of humongous fungus the substance spun us into funnel monkey dumbness no longer numbness we felt the suns bliss sun kissed wondrous fun. feeling the youngest we dismissed all toughness no longer rambunctious we had won us a moral compass complete sublime oneness glad we had done this we yelled cowabungas
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
i'm a fun guy
“Weights to the body that want all too exercise Your Muscles want you to energize Two Fitness Enthusiast were known as the “Iron Brothers” The movie was centered around Exercise, Physical Transformation, Muscles and Bodybuilding Yet it was a creation forming a Fitness Enterprise and Bodybuilding Affiliation Organization Weider Muscles want your attention please Stand and Flex but move with ease But there was Rivalry between two George and Joe Weider all having a mission for Bodybuilding with a Higher Recognition Bodybuilding Prize The convince being a hard realize So George had a title that was called “Mr. Universe 1940” Bodybuilders were all competing for the title However, Weider was denounced to have anyone from his organization to compete, and there was a struggle But Joe Weider saw a bigger picture of Bodybuilders in creating the “Mr. Olympia 1950” Victory being on Joe Weider’s mind But having a magazine that will enhance The mission was about giving all Bodybuilders the competing chance Bodybuilding Magazine relaying Bodybuilders and Bodybuilding coverage Expressing to the world Bodybuilding was a sport But don’t cut the sport short It was going to take persuasion and instilling Bodybuilding appreciation So the journey being a determined mission Yet, it was on to discover Arnold Schwarzenegger Whose name Joe Weider had heard of This Writer actually met Arnold Schwarzenegger personally when he was competing during his Bodybuilding days and the title was “Mr. Olympia” in New York City I met Mr. Schwarzenegger at the Mid-City Gym in New York City Arnold would often have trouble saying my name Anthony Today, he would have no trouble saying my name because he was once a California Governor and a Movie Star However, I was intrigued to see Sergio Olivia, Jr playing his Father in the Movie, Sergio Olivia, SR What a combination? Now the Sergio Olivia, Sr was a Cuban Weightlifter, and became a high Ranking Bodybuilder standing with Arnold Schwarzenegger What makes Sergio Olivia, SR was when he posed in the ***** pose with humongous Lats when it came to Bodybuilding competition So Sergio Olivia, Jr was following in his father’s footsteps with destination being stardom But the Mr. Olympia is still the number one Bodybuilding competition today Joe Weider saw the vision and how Bodybuilding will make the Mr. Olympia competition worthwhile Are your muscles pumped to perfection? Joe Weider’s legacy left behind, “Muscles pumped to Victory” There’s training to be done It’s Bodybuilding Victory I want all too be among Yet, remember what I accomplished in looking upon.
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
BIGGER, MOVIE REVIEW (THE STORY OF BETTY, JOE AND BEN WEIDER)
“Weights to the body that want all too exercise Your Muscles want you to energize Two Fitness Enthusiast were known as the “Iron Brothers” The movie was centered around Exercise, Physical Transformation, Muscles and Bodybuilding Yet it was a creation forming a Fitness Enterprise and Bodybuilding Affiliation Organization Weider Muscles want your attention please Stand and Flex but move with ease But there was Rivalry between two George and Joe Weider all having a mission for Bodybuilding with a Higher Recognition Bodybuilding Prize The convince being a hard realize So George had a title that was called “Mr. Universe 1940” Bodybuilders were all competing for the title However, Weider was denounced to have anyone from his organization to compete, and there was a struggle But Joe Weider saw a bigger picture of Bodybuilders in creating the “Mr. Olympia 1950” Victory being on Joe Weider’s mind But having a magazine that will enhance The mission was about giving all Bodybuilders the competing chance Bodybuilding Magazine relaying Bodybuilders and Bodybuilding coverage Expressing to the world Bodybuilding was a sport But don’t cut the sport short It was going to take persuasion and instilling Bodybuilding appreciation So the journey being a determined mission Yet, it was on to discover Arnold Schwarzenegger Whose name Joe Weider had heard of This Writer actually met Arnold Schwarzenegger personally when he was competing during his Bodybuilding days and the title was “Mr. Olympia” in New York City I met Mr. Schwarzenegger at the Mid-City Gym in New York City Arnold would often have trouble saying my name Anthony Today, he would have no trouble saying my name because he was once a California Governor and a Movie Star However, I was intrigued to see Sergio Olivia, Jr playing his Father in the Movie, Sergio Olivia, SR What a combination? Now the Sergio Olivia, Sr was a Cuban Weightlifter, and became a high Ranking Bodybuilder standing with Arnold Schwarzenegger What makes Sergio Olivia, SR was when he posed in the ***** pose with humongous Lats when it came to Bodybuilding competition So Sergio Olivia, Jr was following in his father’s footsteps with destination being stardom But the Mr. Olympia is still the number one Bodybuilding competition today Joe Weider saw the vision and how Bodybuilding will make the Mr. Olympia competition worthwhile Are your muscles pumped to perfection? Joe Weider’s legacy left behind, “Muscles pumped to Victory” There’s training to be done It’s Bodybuilding Victory I want all too be among Yet, remember what I accomplished in looking upon.
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sweet jesus life is outrageous listless alligators try to upstage this drift from forms to formless sages residual wages furnishing your cages threadbare leather workers raid our refrigerators rage is impulsive sullen lisps and swollen lips frame our faceless daughters in their water glasses houses of hunted howling hourglasses dreamcatchers and dancers humongous lanterns burning pages place-mats on your dinner tables why do they feel so out of place is it the way we are made have you any doubts about your origins what is the worst thing you’ve ever faced are you exposed to typos regularly tokens of penmanship and fraternity hazings hostelries and banquets growth is dependent only on intangible quotients
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
listless alligators
There’s turmoil In the mind The grey’s activated Speeding thoughts At neurotic pace Synapses in overdrive Mind does matter Laden with ideas There’s a universe Within me Humongous task To travel beyond This space Holds, the minuscule me It’s an endeavor Finding myself
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
Healthy Turmoil
I never thought I would've locked away a flower. I never thought I would Trap such a beautiful creature of nature. The humongous red petals Stained with water, Attracting such a wide diversity of insects. I had always believed that Gorgeous things should be set free, So it could live to it's fullest. Spread out wide in the open. And so, I never thought I would've locked away a flower. Yet my marvelous mind encaged a Beautiful beast, An imperfectly perfect plant. Locked it away for years and Hid it so deep in captivity that I could never have found it And I would never have found it Until now. Years and years and years on, Since the flower did first bloom, It's scent has finally found me and So did Understanding. The pungent stench that Reeked from the Rafflesia, It slowly seeps into the present Drowning the pretty world with Pests meant to pollinate it's seed. The truly gorgeous flowers slowly Wilt away as Evil Ovethrows Everything. I once locked up a memory so tight I never ever found it, But in the recent days, It came slowly Then like a tidal wave: Crashed down on me. The shame just filling my heart. Killing the not even alive. I never thought I would've locked up a flower. But now I wish I'd locked it back up.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
Why They Locked Up The Princess
How completely appropriate. Love brought to this name. When hate is more endearing; it brings more fame. Hopeless little imbecile gossip as it comes. mind your own business you dumb little one. Greedy moocher finally gone away grubby tiny paws, which cause a lot of pain. Insecure high school monarchy "set" to rule a world. Little did they know, they were lost and insecure. "Almighty" and "un-merciless" When they are the ones to be judged. "Pretty" little menace personalities which need to be hid uglier than a platypus mixed with a humongous pig. Lovely little ******* I tire of all the fuss. When will you grow up? When shall you bee done? Trial and error Falsified life The mistake was you breathing, Now die along with all of your failed lies.
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
Pretty Little Menace
~one more for Joel~ The “valuations” methodology taught me forty plus years ago, now rendered valueless, and yet, the devils remind in humongous whispers, confuse not price (or reads) with value! To a man I never met, and now, will not yet on this Earth, this process, to estimate, what a man’s worthy words are but worth exactly, how much??? It matters greatly, for one has come to realize these scattering of poems will be my repute, my legate in reverse, to see me forward, you will need to see me in reverse.
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Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 9:26 PM UTC
What Price Friendship? (need to see me in reverse)
The Cat and the Hobo went off on a jaunt, At midnight for a spot of small mirth Both as dead as the above, of ribcage most gaunt The Hobo wishing hard for more girth. "So say, Mr. Pussycat", said the Hobo unyielding "How bout a small race, for naught but a prize Which I should haste to add is of insignificant size All just for fun, old kitty unfailing." The Cat's sharp ears pricked. A darkening rampage Would thanks to his ears be of humongous advantage To the felinous fellow of movements most scurrilous For the Hobo, he thought, t'would be ruinous. He came closer to shake His hand on the deal But no sooner was his paw benevolently outstretched That the hobo had him in his arms most wretched "Oh you Cat, for once in my life my lack is too real Of you a stew my old friend I shall make."
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
The Cat and the Hobo