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"hurray" poems
are we so unloved........in this the very day that holds together all of creation? wonderous sight!...eachother! freely coming unto what we know to call "the sacred door" weeping and moaning in sheer lonliness hating our abusing friends who we then so gladly abuse thankful for "justification" we stomp our own poor face by face we'd re-lynch negros if we could get the rag heads YES WE CAN...HURRAY! while the deadly oil spill SIMPLY ERASED IF NOT FROM THE WATERS .....THEN FROM MEMORIES we hate our lovers from the day we meet and when he's gone we want him back again! so very unloved but wait! when a true friend appears we just call him "nerd" or "geek" lonley loveless yet so safe from the overwhelming reality loving to be unloved the power trip that never fades away
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Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 12:53 PM UTC
unloved minions
*all those in favour of the weekend say aye AYE! All those not in favour of the weekend say nay - - - HURRAY! The AYES have it!*
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
The Friday City Hymn
When you no no want eat Lemmon 'cause it no no not taste sweet You should not have sugar candy It's not healthy as can be...Now! There are new Thai Fruits discovered, in the Tropic Jungle heat! All them lovely Thailand Fruits! Make you mouth say" Tutti Fruit, Ah!" All exotic and delicious.. at first one is so suspicious... cause it taste so crazy wild But, even good for baby child... Big banana grow for monkey Yes, Thai Fruits tastes so fun funky! Mango for Bangkok street dancing, All Thai Fruit best for romancing... GrapeFruit great for big-big ape! Thai Fruit, in my my milk-shake! Grow head hairy with Strawberry! Dandy Fruit lovely big Cherry! Melon make wild man go yell... Thai Fruit put you in love spell Guava flavor in coffee Java yes, Thai Tree found in Bahama! Now, we eat up all da fruit, lovely-lovely Melon Fruit! cuase it makes sweet-nectar juice! Cleanse your Healthy body loose! There are new Thai Fruits we eat discover deep in Jungle heat! We love spicy Thailand Fruit! Make you mouth feel Tutti Fruit! "Yum Yum" sez baby child... Get Fruity Now! Sweet & Sour! Hep Hep Hurray! Thai Fruit, yum yum yum! Don't need no *** *** *** Feeling Fruity all over, sensation of all flavor... a brand new taste I now savor .... Mmmmmmmm Deeelicious! Thailand Fruit is now: what we all Favor !!!! Thai Fruit Taste, the one we love... All the many are so nice... Like Mangosteen herb spice We all want Thai Fruit now, is the flavor in our mouth...Sugar Chocolate Candy can go south... ' 'cause dem no don't tastes as sweet... Theres the new Thai Fruit we discover in the Jungle fill with heat! It is the lovely Thai Thai Fruit! Make you go go Tutti Fruit! It is exotic and delicious.. Now no one is suspicious... cause it taste so yummy wild We feel like baby child... Yep, it make all go hog WILD!!! (c) 2009 David Wayne Clare all rights reserved in perpetuity - Intellectual Property use by permission
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
The Fruit Poem... for kids
When you no no want eat Lemmon 'cause it no no not taste sweet You should not have sugar candy It's not healthy as can be...Now! There are new Thai Fruits discovered, in the Tropic Jungle heat! All them lovely Thailand Fruits! Make you mouth say" Tutti Fruit, Ah!" All exotic and delicious.. at first one is so suspicious... cause it taste so crazy wild But, even good for baby child... Big banana grow for monkey Yes, Thai Fruits tastes so fun funky! Mango for Bangkok street dancing, All Thai Fruit best for romancing... GrapeFruit great for big-big ape! Thai Fruit, in my my milk-shake! Grow head hairy with Strawberry! Dandy Fruit lovely big Cherry! Melon make wild man go yell... Thai Fruit put you in love spell Guava flavor in coffee Java yes, Thai Tree found in Bahama! Now, we eat up all da fruit, lovely-lovely Melon Fruit! cuase it makes sweet-nectar juice! Cleanse your Healthy body loose! There are new Thai Fruits we eat discover deep in Jungle heat! We love spicy Thailand Fruit! Make you mouth feel Tutti Fruit! "Yum Yum" sez baby child... Get Fruity Now! Sweet & Sour! Hep Hep Hurray! Thai Fruit, yum yum yum! Don't need no *** *** *** Feeling Fruity all over, sensation of all flavor... a brand new taste I now savor .... Mmmmmmmm Deeelicious! Thailand Fruit is now: what we all Favor !!!! Thai Fruit Taste, the one we love... All the many are so nice... Like Mangosteen herb spice We all want Thai Fruit now, is the flavor in our mouth...Sugar Chocolate Candy can go south... ' 'cause dem no don't tastes as sweet... Theres the new Thai Fruit we discover in the Jungle fill with heat! It is the lovely Thai Thai Fruit! Make you go go Tutti Fruit! It is exotic and delicious.. Now no one is suspicious... cause it taste so yummy wild We feel like baby child... Yep, it make all go hog WILD!!! (c) 2009 David Wayne Clare all rights reserved in perpetuity - Intellectual Property use by permission
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Birthdays from childhood Are full of celebrations, is understood. It was not any different for me Till the unusual plea! For my 13th birhday The first time I gave away! Instead of getting gifts I contributed to the orphans by giving gifts... Now I look back to those days On how happy were they in all ways I have given tones of gifts To my fellow companions But nothing can equalize the happy faces Of the orphans in their mazes. Even today I relish The small gifts I bestowed To those unknown orphans,,, Is what which makes my life today With a brimming hurray! The way they valued my gifts No matter how small They looked at me tall, And gave the happiest call Which I would never forget at all! Those were the real happy days of mine Which are valued as divine And will never decline But I do hope will combine To give more hapiness: for I define:- We make a living by what we get And make a life by what we give!.
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
The Joy Of Giving
The Tall One, they taunt me They leave me to die Forced from my shelter To rot here outside Food? Less than scarce Water can't be found Can't even search Hard grey dirt covers ground The Tall One has left Fear I won't see them again My anguish is deep I howl in pain But what's this I see Through strange clear wall? Tall One with food and water Coming down hall! I never been so scared! Hurray! I am saved! Don't leave me again Tall One Or I'll wind up in grave
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
Tall One: A Poem from the Perspective of a Dog
In a palapa in Yalapa Drinking mezcal moonshine with a local named Rudolpho He waves his hands in circles and squares in candle shadows Eyes turn inward to see becoming a mind in the present childlike wonder big moon rising pulling internal tides stretching roots grounded in the earth Rudolpho knows how to laugh in colors He knows how to dance Zorba style arms held high to the diamonds in the sky Nothing was achieved but everything was fixed Zooming towards a universal experience among the universal mind Don't know where the night went Rudolpho knows the ritual of the sun Told me what I needed to know singing "Hurray another day" while a parrot calls my name and a scorpion slips into my shoe. A palapa has no walls I didn't either all I was was windows Drinking mezcal moonshine with a local named Rudolpho he knows all about goodbyes.
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
A Time and a Place
so many loud yelps barking voices clacking at each other believing that their ignorance and unabashed rudeness will get results    hurray for the strong shouldered head held high who ignore such brazen brashness of the moronic    bravo to you that can stop an imbecile dead in his tracks by a stone cold even gazed eye meet eye stare   stopping the foolish without uttering a word.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
intelligent confrontation
-june 14 2014- Falling, falling, falling No destination No thoughts of climbing No plans of rescue Just an origin and the Tripping down an endless spiral Twisting, ripping limbs Soft arms frozen by murky darkness Scalding hands melting away Chewing at flesh Lukewarm lips, never aflame Forever longing to feel Stiff bones, still tendons A weak mind, flooded lungs Tongue ablaze with unborn thoughts Ringing ears with ghostly silence Beating heart, limp pulses Barely alive, just enough Catching the feeling Of leaving Of slipping Of falling ---ill be uploading all of my poems from poetfreak bc i don't want to lose them since the site is shutting down, so hurray for spam---
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
contribution to relocation
for the karens of the street. The karens of the world, you ruin out the people's peace. Your hair is frizzled like a you got electrocuted, your feet smell like vinegar and your *** hole smells like **** but wait, not the one at the bottom, yet the one at the top right in front of your lips, that's right it's your mouth and all i ever see from it is the garbage that comes out. So please kindly would you do, shut your ******* trap, everyone will be happier when you're out with a clap! Hurray, hurray, the karens are out, But wait, here they are coming back again, to see what's in store for them once more. Pitches and forks and all things that stork the time between a karen and the normal people who just want to live free. **** you, **** you
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Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
Karen's Song
Hey babe, Just lift up your shirt, show me your gown. Do it with a smile, please never frown. I don't care for your looks, I want your lust Even if I'm the hard one to trust. I want your *** I want your appeal, but trust me darling your face isn't my feel. I need your body, I need to caress, So do please lift it up that beautiful chest. In my eyes you're pretty, you're just so gorgeous However who you are isn't in my focus. I just want you, and I know you want me too. But a relationship, baby? No can do. You're mine, one and only, But baby don't fret if you get lonely. Just hit me up on that cell phone of yours And I assure I'll make my way over to **** you of course. I don't want your story, I don't want to know your day, Just let into your pants so I can feel happy hurray! Another big score into the books, and all it took was complimenting your looks. Please don't cry baby, it wasn't all a game. After all, you knew what this was.. Just a hookup, okay?
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
Hookup
I hate and I love. How much I hunger For the days when I was younger, for the days when I was really free, for the days when I was a real me. And what is happening now? Has the world turned upside down? I do not say any more “Wow!” Nothing surprises me. I can only realize this horrible situation with discomfort and even frustration. Am I on another stage? Is it connected with my age? I don’t think so. I can see today the youth who can’t find the truth. Isn’t it strange that having two higher educations I am on the edge of starvation? Isn’t it strange that having worked all my life I have to think how to survive? No one cares about my life, no one worries if I should live or die. I hate those unfair rules which were proclaimed for the fools. I love my motherland, but the life here I can’t withstand. I forgot the word “hurray”. That was another day. My future is unpredictable as weather. I am like a feather don’t know where to fly. It seems all is a lie. I don’t know where this time the wind will blow. Where is my spirits flow? I don’t know how to live, I don’t know whom to believe. The world has greatly changed. For someone it’s not strange. It’s only strange that I am still alive but have to think how to survive. Who will tell me what to do? Should I be true with those who cheat, with those who treat me and others as a toy? They are very much annoyed to listen to the truth, but they are not confused to rob, to demand, to occupy my motherland. They even use God’s name as a cover for their crimes. They do not hear the church bells chimes, they only hear their own voice, leaving the majority with no choice. My voice is crying in the wildness. Forgetting about gladness I have to know sadness, to learn the rules of a new ***** game. Isn’t it the biggest shame? I have no more strength to fight but only to wait for the light at the end of that tunnel, in other words: for my funeral. Where is the way out? I have no strength to shout. It looks as there is only one: to pray, to calm my soul for another stay. ©Larisa Rzhepishevska December 2nd,2010
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
A Voice In the Wildness
I hate and I love. How much I hunger For the days when I was younger, for the days when I was really free, for the days when I was a real me. And what is happening now? Has the world turned upside down? I do not say any more “Wow!” Nothing surprises me. I can only realize this horrible situation with discomfort and even frustration. Am I on another stage? Is it connected with my age? I don’t think so. I can see today the youth who can’t find the truth. Isn’t it strange that having two higher educations I am on the edge of starvation? Isn’t it strange that having worked all my life I have to think how to survive? No one cares about my life, no one worries if I should live or die. I hate those unfair rules which were proclaimed for the fools. I love my motherland, but the life here I can’t withstand. I forgot the word “hurray”. That was another day. My future is unpredictable as weather. I am like a feather don’t know where to fly. It seems all is a lie. I don’t know where this time the wind will blow. Where is my spirits flow? I don’t know how to live, I don’t know whom to believe. The world has greatly changed. For someone it’s not strange. It’s only strange that I am still alive but have to think how to survive. Who will tell me what to do? Should I be true with those who cheat, with those who treat me and others as a toy? They are very much annoyed to listen to the truth, but they are not confused to rob, to demand, to occupy my motherland. They even use God’s name as a cover for their crimes. They do not hear the church bells chimes, they only hear their own voice, leaving the majority with no choice. My voice is crying in the wildness. Forgetting about gladness I have to know sadness, to learn the rules of a new ***** game. Isn’t it the biggest shame? I have no more strength to fight but only to wait for the light at the end of that tunnel, in other words: for my funeral. Where is the way out? I have no strength to shout. It looks as there is only one: to pray, to calm my soul for another stay. ©Larisa Rzhepishevska December 2nd,2010
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On weekdays, privatised ******* trucks disguise our secret fascinations and shift the scraps of our failed dinners into piles of decomposing waste. Welcome to the city, there are buses on the hour. Better grab a seat before coffee stained tattoos covered by sweaty rags absorb up all the loneliness. Where do they all go to? Who eats all the bludgeoned bodies? Oh, book the saturated dinner table tonight. I feel like saturation. In the weekends, somatic mutations reveal themselves, for if I, speak, like, I can speak, then I am not speaking to anyone save for the flowers. Oh, so hurray, the garden blossoms again! But I mean, in the end, I maintain I am writhing like a centipede in a dryer, tumbling between hot air, screaming “Help me! Help me! Where has the humanity gone? I cannot even capitalise first names! You must forgive my lack of morals!” “Hello” “I am here!” “Hello?” “I am here!” “Hello!” “I am here!”
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
Weekday observations
Detours be the best Walk in silence of Everest From a hill we look below (Please don't go) Cards we play Your commentary, hurray! I sit by, winning in a row (Please don't go) From friends to more A smoke we score So high, walk a road (Please don't go) Starry evening Drawing cheesy dream We sit together low (Please don't go) Write some more! Random? sure! Pages we tore (Please don't go) In a car, we ride a little far, no fright Tell funny stories yo (Please don't go) Surprise tight kiss Rubbed my lower lips Taking it slow (Please don't go) My heart beat you hear Together we cheer Let the liking flow (Please don't go) Random things be cool Stay here my fool So much to show (Please don't go) We pack our things A new day to begin Our reflection's glow (Please don't go) Wait a moment or two Time flies for us few My heart says no You say "PLEASE DON'T GO."
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Stay
"Its Time" to hear a story hang your tears to dry the"Me Time" no it's not bath time that's truly fine. Oh! I  "All Mine" just breathe I remember how hard it is to share. Like kids smell the summer breeze so bubbly happily ever me. What about you please just join me The"Me Time." So lovely the nature hanging branches. We must have "Me Time" for looking in your starry eyes* filled with romances. (My time) + Fall 4- Fall (Your time) the eye's wink at glances the weather cozy lackadaisical time is moving with us sensational. Me time fighters political. All the crazies let the truth in your words be told. The smells from my Moms daisies so poetical. Lets slow things up the time is called the "Me Time" perhaps the tea time everything you thought before its a matter of time. Make it your time, not the words that are forced to rhyme. No one really knows what's ahead        You and Me time read a book in bed The likewise me to see your smile like the sunrise goes through the world of now what was before the future holds your smiles  forever to adore          "The Me Time"          Its time for          "Hello Poetry"            It's Me           Just shine             Oh! Me O- My                Miss Sunshine            Me and you            It's Open all the time                     But that's the problem?           Who is really listening            Like free bird Robin            On your free time            What about mine             Like a Bad Omen              How it grabs you and me              It's on me__________*               Let me pay                Don't worry be happy                           Me Time" just like                any day look                at the fine print                    U-Won't?                And if you don't                 What do you mean                  you can't                Just pray* Me Time             " They say it's your                   " Birthday"                          Talk to me hurray                  Count the money                        "Trust Me"                                      You could count me in                   "Me time" what tastes good                       Robin Hood so rich                      Another world poor                       A person gets evil heads                       out the door                                              "Me Time" Cheers to pour                        Your time journey                        I will catch you don't fall                       A shooting star shot me                     Whoa that's my wakeup call                      He avoids me                      my mind floods me                                                        Carefree all me God Bless the                   child                                 How it set me up                   Me Time "Never give up"                   On the edge "Robin Rebellious"                                     Do you hear me!! It's contagious                 Young spring chickens                  you hired old ones fired                                I see a stranger would he                 Help me I need my family                                 Me time my flight gravity                   Not a Stand-up Comedy                   Nobody cant stop me                    Who lives above me                                I never want to see what is below me                                         Keep in touch with me                                         Can you pay me in advance                     Relax make your own time                      My time travel to France                           That's the Me Time                                               My poems are all I got                                         Thank you, (God) and (Mom and Dad)                    The time went by Fly Robin Fly                     Never underestimate what you have or why                            Like the day I was born                            Called the "Me Time"
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
Me Time
"Its Time" to hear a story hang your tears to dry the"Me Time" no it's not bath time that's truly fine. Oh! I  "All Mine" just breathe I remember how hard it is to share. Like kids smell the summer breeze so bubbly happily ever me. What about you please just join me The"Me Time." So lovely the nature hanging branches. We must have "Me Time" for looking in your starry eyes* filled with romances. (My time) + Fall 4- Fall (Your time) the eye's wink at glances the weather cozy lackadaisical time is moving with us sensational. Me time fighters political. All the crazies let the truth in your words be told. The smells from my Moms daisies so poetical. Lets slow things up the time is called the "Me Time" perhaps the tea time everything you thought before its a matter of time. Make it your time, not the words that are forced to rhyme. No one really knows what's ahead        You and Me time read a book in bed The likewise me to see your smile like the sunrise goes through the world of now what was before the future holds your smiles  forever to adore          "The Me Time"          Its time for          "Hello Poetry"            It's Me           Just shine             Oh! Me O- My                Miss Sunshine            Me and you            It's Open all the time                     But that's the problem?           Who is really listening            Like free bird Robin            On your free time            What about mine             Like a Bad Omen              How it grabs you and me              It's on me__________*               Let me pay                Don't worry be happy                           Me Time" just like                any day look                at the fine print                    U-Won't?                And if you don't                 What do you mean                  you can't                Just pray* Me Time             " They say it's your                   " Birthday"                          Talk to me hurray                  Count the money                        "Trust Me"                                      You could count me in                   "Me time" what tastes good                       Robin Hood so rich                      Another world poor                       A person gets evil heads                       out the door                                              "Me Time" Cheers to pour                        Your time journey                        I will catch you don't fall                       A shooting star shot me                     Whoa that's my wakeup call                      He avoids me                      my mind floods me                                                        Carefree all me God Bless the                   child                                 How it set me up                   Me Time "Never give up"                   On the edge "Robin Rebellious"                                     Do you hear me!! It's contagious                 Young spring chickens                  you hired old ones fired                                I see a stranger would he                 Help me I need my family                                 Me time my flight gravity                   Not a Stand-up Comedy                   Nobody cant stop me                    Who lives above me                                I never want to see what is below me                                         Keep in touch with me                                         Can you pay me in advance                     Relax make your own time                      My time travel to France                           That's the Me Time                                               My poems are all I got                                         Thank you, (God) and (Mom and Dad)                    The time went by Fly Robin Fly                     Never underestimate what you have or why                            Like the day I was born                            Called the "Me Time"
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Simon “Hurricane” Hudson prowls the snooker table Like any good mixed metaphor would. A modern day Pythagoras He triangulates his shots. Meanwhile his rival, lion-heart "Rocket" Richard, Not to be confused with Lionel Richie, Is on his mobile Googling How to play the perfect “snooker”. And the two Perfect Pauls Discuss the latest football, While “Whirlwind” Wendy sits in judgement, Knitting the night away. At long last Simon plays a stroke!!! And rattles those unrelenting jaws Of that elusive pocket yet again. The game rolls on. But where the hell is Simon? The clock on the electricity is running down But where is Simon? Where is he? He’s at the bar Telling barman Nick how Rochdale Will win The Cup one day. Hurray, he’s back to play again. Cascading planets collide into new orbits As they did in the Primeval Solar System. We play on, Safely keeping those precious ***** Away from those black holes They call the “pockets”. We try to pick our shots (At those pockets lol) But all we keep potting Is that white one. Maybe we should switch to Billiards, Or *** some plants instead. Paul Butters
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
Snooker
It’s going to snow tonight. It seems the brick shoulders of Elm Street will ooze, like watery eggnog, with a light snow tonight and we’re twitching with delight. The vibes of it are too much and sure, it will just turn to slush, but you know how romance twists reality - snow seems laced with pageantry. After two snowless winters the light dribbling, like a flirty look or a stolen kiss, will be exciting. When I chose Yale, I was promised - ok threatened with - cruel winter weather. I’m going to dance however I want, and if I commit to cruelty, I’ll accept it with all of its honest challenges. That cruel weather never materialized. We returned to New Haven yesterday to be here - for the snow. Earlier, the wind was blowing in from the sea - but hurray! That’s changed.
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Jan 6, 2024
Jan 6, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC
snowy
There’s a group called “Madness”, Play a thing called “Ska”. Though their music’s jerky, Suggsy is a star. Started in the seventies, Still are going strong. Suggs is their lead singer, They just can't go wrong. Would you Adam and Eve it, That they done so well. If you do not like them, You can go to Hell. They had fifteen top tens, In their fine career. Cheer them on I tell you, I’ll just have a beer. This poem’s written in their style, That you must have seen. If you hadn’t noticed, Just where have you been? Saw them on the telly, Just the other day. Was a golden oldie, Hip hip, hip, hurray! Oh where is that policeman, To make that cardiac arrest? Oh I’d better not hurry, Being peaceful is the best. Paul Butters
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
Madness
If you ever go to Singapore For a jaunt Be sure to dine in China Town Go to my favorite ever restaurant Coconut chicken soup with cold whole coconut drink with a straw Will make you lovely and healthy put you in the pink plus the prettiest Chinese girls I ever saw Funny things Asian people eat like frogs and salamanders as I ran down the street My Chinese girlfriend would hide in my hotel room angry I ate so much herbs She was feminine soft down to her soul, she made me harder than a telephone pole Chinese Medicine halls cured my all I felt teenage again she became disturbed She got so mad punched me in the face ouch! Then I punched her in a way she liked on the couch... Mmm, I love Asian girl... Such a pretty oriental face... Singapore has got to be one of the funnest of any place... Yeah, hurray for Piggy Porkies D. Clare
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
Piggy Porkys
Great Pan is Dead! Flag at half-mast, Great Pan is Dead! He will not be the last, The boorish wind will blow And say ‘Pan It is time to go’ While the nymphs will lament the passing of friends. Old Ulysses Focussed as time, He thought lotus-eating Was a heinous crime. Ploughed on with his quest, He could cut it with the best. But even he could not compare to Pan. Oh Deadly Day! The music has died, Oh Deadly Day! Arcadia lied. Apollo will play, And the Gods will shout ‘Hurray!’ And sing ‘Great Pan is Dead!’ October 2009
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Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 8:19 AM UTC
Great Pan Is Dead!
i walkin down da street a man jump out da alleyway and stab dat der man inna chest wit a ice pick! dat man den run away! dat der man....fall down! da crowd come der "why dat man lyin down so?" dey ask (no-one unnerstans!) den dat man come back! says...."it's cause a da ice pick in his chest he lie dere!" an he reached down an yank dat ice pick outa da man's chest! "hurray, hurray!" da crowd cheer but dat der man he no get up!!! "ungrateful ******* so da crowd start kickin dat der man! whille dat other man walk away to the cheers a da crowd! now what i think is dis dat it weren't JES da ice pick why he lie dere!!!! i think da ice pick DONE somethin to dat dere man!!! SAY, WHAT DA YOU THINK?
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 2:34 PM UTC
da man an da ice pick
Letter start with A,B,C, Numbers count 1,2,3, Our friendship knocks on our way, As I know your name,"annamarie", It makes me feel hurray! A part of me, Saying were destined to be. Why? Let us see. Elementary life you were in Section C, There I was on Section A, Highschool life I belong to SSC, Yet you were in ARBEC, But still our friendship has no boundary, As we walk to the mile, We are the teachers of the 21st century. I thank God for your existence, You are my brilliant gems, Finding you makes my life worthwhile, My smile, your smile was destined to be yours.
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
Destined To Be Yours
The Evil Stepmother sent her away, from Queen of the castle to Queen of the hay. A servant of beauty to Master's dismay, all because she thought she had to repay. The Stepmother wanted her out of the way, and the trust in the Huntsman he sure did betray. Alone in the woods to the calls of blue jays, she soon found a house and stood in the doorway. The Dwarves soon arrived and did shock they convey, but welcomed Snow White as she'd made a buffet. Together a friendship as she had runaway, until one day that wicked Witch led her astray. Many times she came throwing the animals in a disarray, then one day Snow was alone because the Dwarves were delay. The Queen was excited until the next day, when she tumbled down and died, but there was no time for hurray. A prince came along to a bright sun's rays, and soon enough the Prince was Snow's new fiance. The dwarves were awarded and were asked to stay, they did and made statues for the palace out of clay. Yet the Queen's corpse under the stones it does lay, the fungi growing around and the skin brown with decay. Her legacy is black and the children do say, "The Black Witch is dead, her Mirror in the lake; hurray!"
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Snow White
Welcome to the journey! On this brilliant trip We shall traverse absurdistan To make our way to our final destination: Mutual annihilation Strap in or make yourself sparse As we begin this farce Traveling through Shitville To get torn apart by the storm Until maybe we can move on? Next pit stop is Pointless Peak Another amalgamation of lies Beware of your feet Turning and turning Running in circles, around and around Dizzy, we finally fall off the edge Straight into Snake Valley Where the snake That set us on this road Can sneak back into the fold To wreak more havoc We weren’t quite sold But now we all are And it’s no longer that far It’s playtime Time for some more mud slinging Enough slander to keep the ears ringing Nobody want to hear reason No matter it was never a goal To resolve conflict at all Almost there At the ninth circle of hell Hurray! We finally made it all the way So we can stay to play This game of insanity Feeding our own vanity Forgetting the promises we break So much destruction So much loss Is this what we become? Everyone for themselves Frozen deeper as the resentment grows Never thought these bonds were so fragile They’d shatter under a grain of mistrust Or maybe the greed just cut through The last strings keeping us together
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
Road to Figurative Hell