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Poetic T Mar 2015
Jack** and Jill ran up the hill,
To perv on miss muffin
Getting her fill,
She was getting it hard boiled
From Humpy Dumpty,
Who fell of the wall,
Yolk sprayed up her back,
Her screaming she wanted more.

Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary...
How did you make it grow,
You played with the bells,
And my cockle shells and it did grow,
Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary
Not much words to show,
A mouth your good at what you do,
Mary my sweet little bike I like to ride so.

Old Mother Hubbard
Liked it up the back cupboard,
From the younger gents
She knows,
She liked to **** meat till the marrow
Did flow swallowed the lot in one go,
Now empty is the bone.
Who thought a lady in years,
Had all this energy on the go...
Duzy May 2015
I'm Humpty Dumpty, you know my name

I'm Humpty Dumpty of wall sitting fame

All the kings horses and all the kings men

Are useless at jigsaws
Michael John Dec 2018
ii


lily is humpy
it´ s how you
get up
love

conquerors
all
still i rise..(maya angelou)
was it why

the blue sky
lily´ s sigh
is as humble
as a button..
jeffrey robin Mar 2015
actually

HUMPTY
didn't fall

he JUMPED !

••

He wanted to be

!! BROKEN !!

So that he would thusly be admired !

///

I mean ( you know )

You gotta break some eggs if you wanna make an omelette !

//

( of course

What omelettes gotta do with it

I don't know ..... But )

//

But we KNOW being BROKEN

Is ..... (?)

Well

Whatever it is

And it's IN !

It's the THING !

or something like that

I don't know

But I do know

HUMPTY jumped !

He didn't fall !


I know !

BILL O' REILLY said so !

( or was it RATCHEL MADDOW ? )

I can't tell the difference between them sometimes
Brent Kincaid Jan 2017
Oopy Doopy, Super Sloopy.
Loopy snoopy, pants apoopy.
Lippy hippy, slippy dippy.
Nasty-nicey, normally snippy.

Loosey goosey, chocolate moussey.
Usually *** goofy as Gary Busey.
Hinky-stinky presidential *****.
Winky-blinky, dangerously stinko.

Hippity hoppy, flippy-floppy
Get a mop, it never stops.
Laughy gaffe-y, riffy-raffy
Face as gross as rotten taffy.

Whammy-bammy, scary scammy
Mammy-jamming Uncle Sammy.
Lumpy-dumpy, far from humpy
******* up future jumpy bumpy.

Glossy boss, a frightful loss
Ungathered moss at twice the cost.
Serious gap while the country naps
****** sap giving us a slap.

Frightening nooses tightening,
Rights denied like summer lightning.
Ignoring Popes and Snopes
Hopeless dopes put us on the ropes.

Immune to our cries, elected guys
Make horrifying decisions most unwise.
Like black magic before all our eyes
We’re leaderless as freedom dies.
Celestial Vince Oct 2015
Roses and Gold chains
Living ones life stained, and there’s no time to moan-a-lisa
But try this, listen: allow this blues of love to touch your ear
Let the past be just a memory and not a future gate locker that will shut you out from happiness
Drink in the soul soothing, smooth blend of guitars and harp harmonicas intertwine with the inner drums of your heartbeat
Feel the ocean your closed ears bring to life and let that tranquil calm state coexist with the depth of the soft minor chords brought to life by the;
Gentle hands as that of  potter massaging the clay till it takes shape, and submit to the tender dominants, stroking the clay from top to the lower parts
The movement starts on a slow, and the movement increases as the two blend, and the hand is by now smooth sailing on the smooth creation
Allow the blues to be the potter of your humpy, and rough countenance that’s been disfigured
And made mushy by incessant rains that haunt this once floral mind,
Turned to a graveyard, having rusty gates, making it appear even more grisly
Invite the sound to transfigure your inner self to a cherubim that is snow white; this might seem like Childs play and what if it is?
You watched them when you were young and all you need to do now is to believe in them
Hope to be bluesed than bruised
And i know that staying in tune is not as easy as being off tune, but;
Gabriel Feb 2014
The distance never seemed so great
Cataclysm perfectionists
Yet, I am not your humpy dumpy,
Or your fine china ware
Bare knuckles drip sweat with anxiety
I know she wants a reaction
A pulse burst neuron pattern
She wants emotion...my fear...my jealousy
A hulk-like idiocy irrationally irrationalness
Anger does not suit dragons...it is messy
When wisdom is much more vicious
Sound becomes tines of liquid silver endings
Forcing once passionate melodic tones
Into baritone thunder claps of aggression
But strangely...the animals do not run
As patients is a commandeering trait
But the distance g  r  o  w  s greater..
Busier now than ever and believe me when I say
that after today I am never getting on the Central at 08:35 on a weekday again.

Some people like pain
some will even pay for
the pleasure
I
am not one of them and treasure a
little space of my own
which is not having my face pushed against the door in zone two.

Roll on zone one
and
this tragedy will
soon be done.

Meanwhile at Mile End
being crushed
by the morning
commute.
ConnectHook Apr 2018
Young reader’s lit is a lucrative gig;
Feeds slop to learner like waste to a pig.
We love to get them reading.   Ah . . . but what?
Such open-minded offal as would shut
The hallowed sluice of Wisdom in a blink.
Grand waste of authorship, paper and ink
Noble trees pulped, and presses run—for this?
Distasteful tales and messages that miss
By so far they ought never have been told
Let alone color-printed, bound and sold.
Grotesqueries and morbid cultural rot
Raw ugliness (intentional or not)
Drips forth from this modern infantile lit
For any reasonable end unfit.
Behold P.C. fluffery, ethnic vibes
(Half of it scribed by lost Israelite tribes)
Global fables for our brave new deviants
Multi Kulti nonsense; non-experience:
Mafupe’s New Ungwa, Tano Means Five
Sho-Sho Goes the Wira-Wira.  Such jive . . .
My, such juvenile literary news
Serving to propagate progressive views:
Tia Fulana the Red Agitator
Grand Dad’s a Genderqueer Instigator . . .
Frida: Surrealist Queen of Misfit Art
Smelly Joe’s Super-Duper Stinky ****
Pages that dribble like a sneeze-filled rag
Well-pitched witchery, spelled out by some hag:
Diego the Dinosaur Reads Karl Marx
Trani the Modern Mixed-up Kitten Barks
Volume on volume of frivolous trash
All New York Times-reviewed (for kiddie cash):
Zombies Want Candy, Jimmy Has Three Moms
Snot-fest For Sassy Sue (Special Ed Bombs).
Manga mediocrity, attention-span killers:
Useless mind-wasting library-fillers.
Humpy and Fluffy Hunt for Chocolate Eggs
Barrels of froth (more like the tepid dregs ?)
Squirrel’s Fall Harvest Festival Goes Nuts
(Death by a thousand cutesy bookish cuts):
Useless reams of mindless marketed waste
With effete tribute paid to vilest taste
A globalist ghetto hype-o-rama
Party that starts and ends with Obama;
Covers flush with myriad fake awards
Encouraging our failing culture towards
The darkened depths. And who should bear the blame?
Publishers who mutually stroke for fame!
Such propaganda aimed at your child
After being mocked, ought to be reviled.
To hail such shameful writing as diverse
Actually serves to achieve the reverse;
Revisionists (more like demons than elves)
Have loaded your local library shelves.
The smoldering wick of so-called children’s lit,
Foolish lamp of decadent light, unfit
To illuminate or to froth about
Thus wavers, flickers faintly, and goes out.
Nationalism
will soon be the new normal . . .
so drink more soy milk.
I can only
Creaky speaky,
I am all of
Under done,
Mouth is full of paindrops,
Pitter patter,
One by one.

I am stomach sinkdown,
Licking sicking,
Thunder lung,
Heart is want a
humpy thumping,
Never then he
Comes among.
robin Apr 2016
you're a crack your head open addict
humpy dumpy
gone bulimic
you're a sunny side up
egg
with a not too sunny side
you're the
chicken in the
hen
who
wasn't meant to be
still born
and malfigured
you're a reject
the feeling in
someone else's stomach
that doesn't agree with them
you're the kid in the corner
who got the laughs
for being different
the one
who was always good at
telling stories
&
pretending
to fill his fathers shoes
but never really got the chance
you are the flimsy inner cell membrane
of an intricate facade
a
mere
shell
trying to be whole again.
We're all at this point we can take a note;
one same boat Earth in an ocean of space it floats;
Discovery Science & technology swiftly growth;
positivity or negativity it can offer us both.

One little two little three,
time is moving for all of us you and me,
Twinkle twinkle little stars;
Where we are now so far?

Blah Blah black sheep,
Do we have more planets to live and keep?
Jack be nimble Jack be quick,
Titanic sinks Mother Earth is weak and sick.

It aches my toes my knees my shoulder my head;
say's Mother Earth shed her tears as she slowly bled.
Humpy dumb me sat on the wall;
a call for all or else we all fall.

Knock the door one two three four;
can we live in a paradise once more?
Five six seven eight,
will we wait before it's too late?

Tik Tok time moves unceasingly nine ten eleven;
a right mind chooses to live in a world like heaven.
Twelve the last digit on the clock keeps ticking for us all;
call the flock a rock can sink or let it move and roll.

Appear disappear don't be eaten by your fear;
altogether we can make it you may be far or near.
It's all clear we're all in one ship sailing this one trip;
put all our hands with a grip Mother Earth will cease to weep.

— The End —