"igor" poems
The tavern roof was smokey
with a pall of blueish ash.
The juke box was a- booming
as it played "The Monster Mash".
A giant puffed a burning witch
whilst smoke rings he exhaled....
While victims of our neighbor,
Vlad...on stakes were all impaled.
The Faceless Man was grinning...
from ear to missing ear.
The hanged man turned his twisted neck
to sip a mug of beer.
The Headless Horseman shouted
for an aspirin or three.
He popped them down his gullet
where his head was meant to be.
The zombies waited tables
and the werewolf tended bar.
Mothra was the carhop
and took orders car to car.
Godzilla worked the griddle
and served burgers ala carte.
Dracula complained about the steak
caught in his heart.
Ghosts and ghouls were dancing
with abandon on the stage
While cyborgs did "the robot"
'cause they thought it was the rage.
The mummy came unraveled
as we took him for a "spin"
As Frankenstein played tuba
to contribute to the din.
Igor brought "the monster"
and then Freddie brought his claw.
Jason brought his butcher knife
and his buddy from "The Saw".
The guillotine was working
and the raven refereed
So nevermore would pardons
be
allowed to intercede.
The pendulum was swinging
to the beating of my heart.
I hoped that I would wake up soon...
then did so...with a START!
Halloween is coming. So, I guess
I should prepare.
Watch out for bars with men from Mars...
'cause BEASTIES party there!
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
A Bird, which will be of the age
is not good enough, | is or will be;
In order to be able to be controlled;
on behalf of the deaths of so many,
unique in the city,
In particular, the Church is the Church
by virtue of the form of the the fire in the green stars;
standardized, Mary was born on the bed
of Allah's Goat, Lord, this is my time,
The blood; head,
American adulterers here are golden
United Nations members Software
In the history of the sport doctor,
Another item that is contrary to God's,
Its features contained in the nutrition and diet,
literary experts thinking Igor
the name of the topic that is the true spirit
of Greek and Latin; The name of the old | one
together with its own nature; Brazil in the news,
and for the first time; Exercises early
in the morning; There is a clean slate
blind blind; Sunscreen is the rallying cry
on Wall Street because heat and women
do not produce Alchemy; Education
| changes to the garden and changes his focus
to focus on the Russian psychiatrist | |
whose Heroes are adults;
with Jews, all are members of holes
At the entrance to the project the green tea tree
in front of the French school in Virginia
is another; ||full of the country I went with him
to the next town,
where Black Hill was available,
free as smoke, Regards from the sand
at the beach; After watching the food
and Hills and Hills and Hills of *******
firings and labor unrest, the characters,
you'll cry, face south, a wise driver || | |
And it was the attacks of the servants,
Marcus picked the best fights;
Johnny Angel pushing her on her stomach
in Marcus's Museum of America
in England, boughs and leaves falling
About Einstein's wife's head; The Entire |
Beginner's football club piles on top
of the screaming woman
understandably horrifying for those
not involved, lest what is defined
in the term evil, is the same ******
of the trees; The happy city working
on the beach; Growing up I began
to stroll the paradisiacal part of the city.
The girl's glory bore witness
to ligroàkọsílẹ's second wife,
when the bomb hit the covers of adultery;
Ever trusting, the fornicators
taking the oil to the women,
Since in seeking you, I will see to it:
that they speak |||||
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
Igor was torn between casting
the body of a girl
or young woman,
that was merely sexually attractive -
or whether to employ a procession
of young nubiles as secretaries;
now that Natalia had thrown him over for Ivan,
he needed a girl or young woman
who was sexually mature;
possibly even suitable for marriage;
sexually mature; sexually attractive,
desirable, **** luscious; marriageable;
informally, beddable:
Ivan constantly surrounded himself
w/ a posse of nubile young women,
to forget, that's what Eli needed to do;
mid 17th century: from the Latin nubilis
‘marriageable,’ from nubere,
to cover or veil
oneself for a bridegroom;
from the nubes the ‘puffy cloud-like nips’
of a child bride;
[risqué]
photos of coeds of the
fifties & those of
| _sex-trafficked nubiles_
from last week; |
glamour isn't glamorous;
as GMO skanks get injected
w/ female growth hormones
just in case they
decide to
to be mothers someday
slightly indecent or liable
to shock, especially by being sexually
suggestive; "risqué humor" ribald,
rude, ***** Rabelaisian, ***** ****
earthy, indecent, suggestive,
improper, naughty, locker-room;
****** ***** ****** crude, adult,
coarse, obscene, lewd, ******
blue, raunchy; off-color
"risqué stories": mid 19th century: French,
_past participle of risquer ‘to risk’_
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
I'm the one
I'm who you show your parents
I'm not who you tell friends
I'm safe choice
I'm the rebound
I'm the medicine for confidence
I'm below average
I'm Igor
I'm below average
I'm "some day"
I'm below average
I'm "not in a million years"
I'm talented-
But not enough to look athletic
I'm "you look like you're in the band"
I'm too short to be athlete
I'm black-
But I'm not the black you see in movies.
I'm "you know what I mean?"
I'm that guy,
somebody you used to know
but not somebody worthy of a song
I'm a place holder
I'm bare minimum
I'm the perfect shape on your personality search-
But I'm not the right height
But I'm not the right shade
But I'm not the right time
I'm not the right Greek organization
I'm what you looking for
But I'm not the one
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Igor & Ivan
smoked ***
before going
into the club
to see Hel's show;
a dwarf stripper
who'd started
out as a clown
in the circus,
Hel was fired for
being a *****
however, since
clown prostitution
isn't exactly illegal,
Hel quickly
bounced back
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
Today was every other day.
My boss says
"Hey Joe, where you going with that staple gun in your hand?"
I draw a blank on my face and turn to face his
.
"You don't really know, do you, Joe?
You don't know where you're going.
You don't really know who you are.
You don't know much of anything anymore,
Do you now, Joe?"
Then he laughs at me
In front of everybody
He laughs and points at
What everybody but me can see.
And everybody laughs and they laugh and they laugh
But nobody talks to me anymore.
My boss don’t talk to me anymore.
My neighbors don’t talk to me anymore.
My girlfriend don’t talk to me anymore.
My doctor don’t talk to me anymore.
My mother don’t talk to me anymore.
My father don’t talk to me because
He's long since gone
Flown far away from the words to this song.
I call my girlfriend up on the telephone
She says, "Joe, I'm not your girlfriend anymore"
And hangs up the phone.
Nobody talks to me anymore.
I call my doctor on the telephone
He says, "hello, is there anybody there"?
I say, "it's me, Joe, doctor help me, nobody talks to me anymore!"
My doctor coughs and hangs up the phone.
Nobody talks to me anymore.
I call on my priest in the church down the road
I say "Hello, Father? my Father, is that really you?"
"Please tell me, dear Father, what should I do?"
My priest says "Joe, God don't love you anymore"
And throws me out through God's front door.
Even God don't talk to me anymore.
So, I go down to a bar to have a little swim.
There's a bar stool there where the Cross should have been
The bartender looks at me,
But he doesn't say a word.
I hold up two fingers pointing up at the sky
So he pours me a double, ten-year-old rye.
Which I toss down and motion for another
All the while calling him "my brother".
The bartender stares at my face
As silent as the stone sleeping inside of that wall.
Nobody talks to me anymore.
On the street, the headlights blind my blinking eyes.
Strangers push past me, some I know, most I despise.
A cop car pulls up and flashes his bright light on me
The cop points his flashlight in my eyes so that I can't see.
But we already know, there's nothing he or I need to say.
He won't arrest me.
It just ain't worth it to talk to me anymore.
A ghost walks up and stares into my face.
He doesn't say a word;
just hangs there in space
And spins ribbons of colored lights
Inside my head.
There's no knowing with ghosts no more
The dead don't talk to me anymore.
Suddenly I see an explosion of lights
There's trumpets and harps and angels in sight
A liquor store, neon vision of light
Promises me the spirits of salvation
and delight,
If I just step inside.
While next door, a gun store slowly cracks open its door . . .
I am my father and my mother's son and
I’ve never before bought me a gun,
But nobody, nobody talks to me anymore.
Igor Goldkind © 2018
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
Ode to Victory
Steel and rain-splattered chrome
Shield the gyroscopic Dharma Wheels
That just keep on spinning,
Keeping me Upright,
Flying through the air.
I am Sonic
My dominion is the horizon
Between desire, destination and the rumbling between my thighs.
My engine is as powerful as my mind.
As strong as 80 Horses that pull me over this curve of Earth.
Victory, you succumb to my hands,
And the shift of my weight on your saddle
We are living gravity together:
Whitman’s body-electric,
Just beneath the ***** aroma of engine oil and gasoline.
Riding on the back of the California black striped serpent
From San Diego to Santa Rosa
To the very edge of madness
And back again,
Victory, you deliver me from myself,
You growl when I awaken you in the morning,
Nearly choking on your petrol cough.
Occasionally, you sputter complaints at me when I ride you up that hill
But your joy at reaching the summit
Is the sweet surrender to a gravity we both crave.
Victory, your piercing gaze illuminates the night.
All fog of air & mind flee desperate before your flight.
You are the clear sky after the rain: the clarity before thought or rhyme
Our momentum keeps us running ahead,
Out of reach, of God and death and time.
©Igor Goldkind 2017
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
things are going beautifully; the light is black
the head of a poet; his dead face filled w/ space;
white & dark, big & hot golden years
on the green earth's fertile body
[the - age - of - **** - & - snooch -
in - art - & - thought];
her feet browning in the sun
**** this place
& this small room, where things |
the living Jesus wrote are too ******* young
to be committed to the left-wing
poetry of hard queens;
the poets' nouns, America's ancient war
of the mind lost among the real stars who
knew how to find
her long, | clean, | | hair made of
the flames of hell calling the moon; she
called me instead;
drunk & told me the
German blue universe's [ ] green money hand
was thinking of death; she was a
baby female abandoned to the streets &
Eli is great w/;
kids: door: leading to her ***** [living]
just below her heart:
beneath an invisible sky: | *****
future beauty Medusa lives - [ ] in the sea of blood
& words
wanted to go walking, calling in three Madonnas;
coming
[inside - *** - city - goddess]
whore's children true hands are pink
w/ fire; her open-minded ugly son heard [this]
yeh, I'd better write about the old cat's high times
[bad - holy - american - dream - poem]
the guy's Greek & he's sweet
but Igor turns teenage boys
into ladies just like his wife;
fully blaming their cold fathers
for the truth beneath their human days
the boy was kind of late;
although his mouth was gay - -
keeps rock
star heaven: history: born to work
I hear u & drink to the new century
[stone wild; Eve finally feeling
her wet skin in the first [ ] person
& [ ] leaving the [ ] blonde child
wet set in the middle of the street
Barbie in the window | dancing beside | [the souls of lost mothers]:
the perfect dark matter of the deep
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
Igor found himself producing the hot new reality podcast
about the first [known] father-son transgender family;
he only produced the pilot then left the States in disgrace
after homophobic thugs attacked the set & beat down
the cast & crew in a ****** riot captured live on multiple
hi-def cameras from the multiple angles
already set up for the extravagantly
over budgeted podcast [his master footage recorded
on multiple flashdrives
hidden all over his person - the podcast project
went ahead w/out him backed
by lucrative corporate funding, Igor editing
the original material into his next feature;
Eli lowered the tinted window & passed Igor the Cuban,
Igor lighting it on his way around to the passenger side;
YA ne mogu ostat'sya v Rossii, he says; why's that?
asks Eli, lighting his own cigar & driving off;
Boleye poloviny prestupnikov - gey; Eto stanet khorosho
izvestno; Eli waswatching the street, scouting for new talent;
u can't worry about that kind of **** Igor. u showed people
what those ******** are really about - - a bunch of angry ****
w/ shaved heads,
who knew; opening the sun roof,
Eli blew the Cuban's smoke
towards the Saint Petersburg sky;
Igor reclining the leather seat,
[ ] [ ], [ ]
[ ], [ ] , [ ]
[ ] [ ], [ ]
[ ],
filling his head w/ night
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
I can hear
Your whispered words
Your evil thoughts
Plaguing my mind
I can feel those looks
Despising me
Judging me
With tempered thoughts
And satirical mocks
I can see them
Hiding in the darkness
I can see them
Their clawed hands
Reaching out with
Darkened Vengeance
My Paradise Lost
I see your Beelzebub
Your minions
Your Igor
Mocking me
Taunting me
You coward,
You fiend!
Stay out of my mind
Out of my life
My dreams
You steal away
My originality
Myself
The me I have become
And who is this creature
This monster
In my reflection?
With hardened eyes
And guarded heart
I pray today
I will sleep away
This mentality
This disease
And be one of THEM
One of THEM
If only for a day
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 7:59 PM UTC
Igor & TT were the hit of the new wave
film circuit, reviving thoughts
of vintage Auteur cinéma vérité;
MOTHERWELL [formerly banned]
on a double-bill with _A Star Is ****
American film makers hitting a
glass wall rush to sign the least
talented; shooting on a billion-
dollar shoestring knockoff ****
films about artists & faux art films
about **** stars; Eli could never
breathe the air of LA or the USA;
wanted as he was for the ******
of an unnamed drifter; the actress
at his door, crying it was her dad;
Eli pours her a whisky & having one,
sits & watches her bawl her eyes out;
& picking her eyes from the floor,
handed them back to her, & blind
she thanks him, before putting
the red orbs back in her empty head;
rushing to his arms & missing completely, she hits the wall;
"u'd better go back to America," he said,
"Stay there & send ur mother over here."
"Are u going to **** my mother?"
the echo of the question rang out through the ages;
how many girls had asked how many men
[stepfathers & strangers] [on the way out,
the realization] under how many clouds of doubt,
suspicion & threat, 'are u going to ****
my mother?' inevitably, the answer
was yes, confirmed by Oracles of yore;
Mighty Delphi itself proclaiming
that her mother will be ****** by the man
she desires for herself; yes, always &
for all time in the eternal recurrence
of lust, love & separation; moms always give better head
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
I am science, I am fiction,
Victorian youth, ***** addiction,
I am addicted, no rest for the wicked,
I am not what these glorious stories depicted,
I prayed for my mother, I asked for a saviour,
But scarlet’s a varlet and I couldn’t save her,
Faith laughed at my pleading but science was pliable,
Boundaries were broken, I made fact unreliable,
Doctor! Doctor! Blood’s beginning to boil,
As you work by the light of the Tesla coil,
You’re polite, once contrite, not particularly odd,
Now you’re trapped in your lab and you’re playing at God,
You were robbed of a woman, held hands with her breath,
Your disillusion excluded you, so you made life out of death,
And the blood and the ****** and the bruises on throats,
And the ghost of a sibling that grasps at my coat,
And I strived for ‘it’s alive’ but that’s a misquote,
It was never alive, that was not what I wrote!
It was pale and abhorrent, thread unraveled it’s head,
It’s lips moved but I knew it was made from parts of the dead,
Graves invaded, made empty, just so it could rise,
My shovels were broken, decriminalised,
My secrets unspoken were hard to ignore,
And it was only myself, since there was no Igor,
And my brother was gone, my father, my wife,
So if you seek to threaten me, be it with life,
Nothing left, I fear no death, in fact I seek it with vigour,
But I am no mad scientist B-List horror movie figure,
I am bigger, I am bloodless, I am the lightening’s whine,
I am all that befalls the name of Frankenstein,
I’m disturbed, I’m depraved, afflicted with my plan,
But above all I am only a conflicted young man,
And I cannot compete with tainted world’s so dark and neat,
So call me Victor as I retreat,
I am the monster I must complete.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
You didn’t live up to him.
Not even close.
Your hard exterior weighed me down,
Your inferiority was an inconvenience.
But you had scars and so did I.
You had a story that I’ll never know,
Of the place and people you left to be played by me.
They labeled you used but I took you anyway.
We bonded slowly but surely,
Each note in our symphony coming out less strained.
I just wanted to create.
I wanted to make something important.
He couldn’t do that for me.
But we, my darling, will accomplish the impossible, stretching to octaves unheard of.
Our hearts beating to the rhythm of our future,
Our tone touching their souls.
Take a bow, my love,for your scratches and cracks don’t matter here.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
like a black-white current Queen; Queen,
Queen for several years for several days
to the left, the leaves, white and light are
maximum and a radio frequency reception 1;
Jesus Maria's dream to live in Colorado
as Carmen and the city grew, her gold and
she said to them: Because of the blood of
phosphorus, He took me a distance to
one of the trucks to go to the diseased women,
and choose a cloud sky while in a state
of free markets with some boys, Armenian;
Six men in evacuation Americans say annual
aggression; And savoring the air in freezing
sub-zero in black hair and beard, and fully
in communion
with all the ice water; English is an excellent
Igor, they will be the stars of the place of life,
or of Asia. | Three Greeks walking on the air;
and the glory, and the half of Babylon
a story has been a little brown; Time has
focused on home, Oh, Moses stands at the door
of the mirrors this year, and played as members
of the Performance playing as a lot of sites
that in addition to the patients to the disease
with the sound of the glass, Alchemy kids do,
even in favor 100%
of eliminating the cut In the pictures window
into the garden; The cold treatment of the brain
morning France is a friend of stone
push him in his arms a young girl in Russian
Follows the game's game I say white
like a black-white current Queen; Queen,
Queen for many years and several days
to the left, the leaves, white and light
are maximum and a radio frequency
reception 1; Jesus Maria's dream to live
in Colorado, Carmen and the city grew,
her gold and she said to them: Because
of the blood of phosphorus, He took me
away to one of the trucks
to go to the diseased women and choose
a cloudy sky; While in a state of free markets
will be some boys,
Armenian. Six men in evacuation
Americans say the annual aggression
And savor the air of free zero black hair and beard,
and fully in communion with all ice water;
the Englishman is an excellent Igor,
they will be the stars of the place of life, or of Asia,
Three Greeks walking on the air; and the glory,
and the half of Babylon a story has been
a little brown; Time has focused on home,
Oh, Moses stands at the door of the mirrors
this year, and played as members of the Performance
playing as a lot of sites that in addition
to the patients to the disease with the sound
of the glass, Alchemy kids do, even in favor of 100%
of eliminating the cut; In the pictures window
into the garden; The cold treatment of the brain
morning, France's friend of stone pushes him
into his arms;
a young girl in Russian follows the game's game;
I say the white white Queen is the current queen,
this year and for many years; Because the green
and white are the potential to leave the left,
the left and the radio frequency 1 and see
Jesus Maria's dream alive
Song in the United States;
Gold tells stories against them from the morning star,
which was taken far from hell, I just took my wife
and the sick woman; Cloud and as if the sky were to say
when in his free condition: Armenia and the release
of the men in the sixth, He was getting out of America;
Insurance, insurance, and no water streams
black and white film is written, Igor
In England; can not be bad stars in Asia,
There are people who are walking in the air
about Babylon, and glory
in the service of surveys to be, not to write a lady;
making a great power pack,
The glass is standing at the door
Taskers played on websites
if it fails, then glass; in glass,
so what the tastes of the
in the street of the kid I have promised:
and:white Queen is the current queen
year for many years; Because the green and white
are the potential to leave the left, the left
and the radio frequency 1 and see Jesus Maria's
dream alive Songs in the United States;
Gold tells stories against them from the morning
star, which was taken far from hell,
I just took my wife and sick woman up into the
Cloud and sky where to say when,
the son is freed without conditions: Armenia
and the release of the men of the Sixth
He was getting out of America
Health insurance, and no water streams
black and white film is written, Igor
In England; can not be bad stars in Asia,
There are people who are walking in the
air above Babylon that glory in the service
of surveys to be;
not to write a lady
takes a great power back; The glass is standing
at the door; Taskers playing on websites,
and if it fails, then glass is | glass,
so what is the taste of the woman
in the street, mother of the kid I have promised to...
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
Although he was a stupid man,
he was a great man in training.
Best place for children and children
and protection of tendencies.
The most important factor is that you are protecting your knee
without God's help on earth.
They are Italian in memory,
but they are stored. She sat in dark
darkness in dark darkness.
According to the United States in the United States,
three autumn, money, money, an elderly woman,
the weather is very gray. What does not change is hell
is golden or yellow. There are currently many children
in the gaming industry and digital devices are available.
Russia passed the law. Remember my childhood
and coconut collective agreement of Georgia.
North Dakota and collective agreement.
Later in the Arab world,
the child died in the camp. Possibility to use sports
equipment equipped with transportation.
Once again, Satan created an ambiguous and colorful fetus.
It was on the edge of the glass, the man had no illness.
Mother's light is not white, black and white, white,
leopard, sour cream. Eno Great Building -
Oh, the stars and the island of Maria, the USA,
USA, the old. This summer will help yellow.
This is the best gift for the best girl in the world.
On July 1, I was lost, and I found that
it was connected with the stars. Some are glass products.
Eliel - Opening the Igor Coffee is the best sand in the air.
1 He does not see the power and power of Christ.
There are so many things very low. This is not an obstacle
for Einstein. Pregnant Mother's House.
Memory loss is a problem
with the memory creator. Thank you The reason
is the American woman model.
Sybil is old gray cleaning. Gold and fresh wine.
Your life is very interesting, according to the Russian law,
your decision. 1 1 1 = The golden ring
of a woman in the air. | What does not change
in hell is golden or yellow. There are currently
many children in the game industry
and digital devices are available. Russia passed the law.
Remembering
my childhood and coconuts,
I later died in the camp in the Arab world.
Possibility to use sports equipment equipped
with transportation. To use the devil's color to use the color,
you need a rich set of colored resources.
This model performs all water effects per week.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
The white goddess is still an early age
The city was like hanging verdant technology.
Antorum ends moves seipsum of large sums of money.
In beauty there are the countries of Latin America
Sea of the great part of gold.
The future finds hell in a clone.
Star Wars College and Mammalia
To draw Close to his wife's village: the children, they call him
Puck said live female carrots
American thinking about the six posts.
Baby moon of fractured poets.
Door converted to gold and parietem pictum.
The open hands of numerum girl are from the yellow Igor.
The audience in England heard a drunken drink
his father on foot: full of evil
Three of those in the Greek natus
Public domain of fraud and living waters, and
And the wild beast of the star and that's how it was.
The shape of the jellyfish, this stone.
And for the kids, I walk a little.
Perseus with a law the sky dictumentum Velitusce euismoduat
Metallum of the most beautiful when he left politics.
From the figure of woman wearing multicolored dresses.
Barbie is writing the most delicate strings.
Delights and hating
Those of an exuvial criticism. The guys are Guy.
in the past captured trigger of the oris excisis,
and a part of the art of wanting to maintain
shameless feelings memories of incolis atrocities of Hunger
A voice of kisses
White goddess remains a young age
the city was like hanging Green Technology
Before moving large sums of money
Beauty is in the Latin American countries
much of the golden sea
in the future find a hell of *****
Star Wars College and Blood
to draw close to the village of his wife, the kids, they call it
Puck said live female hair carrots
American thinking about the six seats
Moon of poets fractured baby
Door turned into gold and cool
Open hands of the girl's name is Igor yellow
England hearing heard a drink is drunk
walk from his father, full of ***** badly
Three of the sound to the Greeks
from the public and with the running water, and
And the wild beast of the star and thus it was
The manner of the Medusa, this stone shall
1 and for the children to walk a little
Write a bill with the Sky
the brass of all and the most beautiful when left in the
Woman figure wear multicolored dresses
Barbie is writing the more delicate chains
delight to hate
One of the critical moment, the guys Guy is
the wall of the captured trigger at last,
and wishes to keep a part of the art of
Shameless feelings of hunger's atrocities
A voice with kisses
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
‘All that I do is eat and sleep,’
The surly monster said,
Chewing away on a piece of thigh
From the woman in his bed,
He sat in the tower of Castle Grymm
And surveyed the countryside,
And the pile of bones by the Castle walls
That he’d tossed, once they had died.
His hair was clean but his skin was green
As a tear squeezed from his eye,
Pondering what his bride might be
And who, and where, and why,
The villagers sent him virgins up
But they weren’t quite to his taste,
A single bite and they screamed in fright
So he ate the rest in haste.
His goblins scoured the countryside
For a girl with golden hair,
The myth had said she would be misled
And her steps would lead her there,
But every blonde in the neighborhood
Had fled, as if forewarned,
Leaving only the russet crop
Or the brunette’s that he scorned.
They printed a notice in the town
And pasted on every wall,
It said that Igor would never eat,
Not once, a blonde, at all.
It said that he wanted just one bride
A blonde, to stop his moans,
But everyone saw the Castle walls
And the heap of gnawed on bones.
He even offered a huge reward
For any who’d bring him in,
The golden girl to his Grymm old world
He would give them gold to spin,
So some with greed in their eyes set out
To trap a golden girl,
And drag her up to the Castle Grymm,
That girl was known as Pearl.
Somebody said they were on their way
So she painted on her skin,
What some old witch said would bewitch
Igor and the Brothers Grymm,
They dragged her up to the topmost tower
Where the monster kept his bed,
And chained her up in his inner bower
Till the monster could be fed.
His eyes had gleamed when he saw the sheen
Of her silken golden hair,
He reached on down beneath her gown
Where he felt her skin so fair,
She lay and shuddered within his bed
As he bent to take a lick,
Then screamed a note as he clutched his throat
And doubled up, was sick.
They say Igor let out a roar
Like the folks had never heard,
He’d only munched on his own before
Wouldn’t mutter a single word,
But now he jumped from the parapet
With his mouth and his throat on fire,
To land himself on the pile of bones
That would be his funeral pyre.
So here is the nub of the story,
If you’re looking for a bride,
Forget about the colour of hair
For they’re all the same inside,
And when you come to that bridal night
Just be careful who you pick,
Or give her a scrub in that wedding tub
Before you begin to lick.
David Lewis Paget
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC
The First Age of Lelija; The city was like a hanging
Green Technology. The move affected the sums
of big plants. A beautiful golf club
In Latin America; And gold unfortunately
Finds Star Wars blood will go; One is coming
to the town of the College, therefore,
The children's signet ring, Saed Puck is alive;
American woman thought her head carrots
in the Brightness of the moon of the messengers
of the six Fractured poets. There by the door edge.
No air; The girl. Igor Yellow hear what England?
a drunken man, and the father of it to give
it on the feet of their father for a drink,
no pleasure in him; Born of three Greek and *****
State water box, you do? In order to live,
The shape of jellyfish and a fierce star;
The stone steps 1 Basic Jeans metal with a small
amount of it, and the fears of the reason
is mainly political; He went to the most
Barbie is beautiful woman is wearing clothes
But much more delicate and beige, 1 am Delightful
Guy critically and permanent Hate Chenille
mannered cat; fear evil at the last, and which
is able to be a part of fire is the art of fame
Kiss the Voice of changes
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Eli tended toward mothering his louche
friends, not that he was any better. He
had a bank account that never tapped out
& his pals were so low rent no one ever
saw any money; worthless rubles & rupees
or priceless dollars & Euros. He had a
name that was as good as a meme. Eli
Simple. The leading blue-chip painter of
his 'generation', a somewhat elastic
designation.
Eli had no 'generation'. Ivan & Igor
had busted out of the confines of mere
State censorship by publishing nothing
or producing the cheapest squalor. They'd
made a fortune. [ZOZO] One way or
another either Ivan or Igor are related
to Eli, whose fortune was made on the
auction house circuit; priced as invaluable,
Eli Simple's work stood beside such esoteric
notaries as David Hockney, Francis Bacon,
& Jean Michel Basquiet; He could get any
price he asked for anything whatsoever, his
imprimatur guaranteeing a fortune. Gold-
diggers were not Eli's type. He liked women
who had nothing & could care less. That was
their charm. A female body was enough
of a chore. He'd been raised Mennonite &
always hungered for more. He'd made it to
the top on Wall Street, Fifth Avenue & Holly
wood
w/out breaking stride & w/ only minor setbacks
that seemed enormous at the time. Accused of
murdering an A-lister's father dampened his
popularity but not his budget. He was huge in
Europe & Asia; a bankable Blockbuster. In
America no one cared about Art w/ the Royal
Capital 'A'. He had never had an American
retrospective, never even been offered one.
That got Eli's goat just than & furious, he
attacked the girl. Then he called his dealer.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
The real woman who loves the green woman of life is the unit of white light that the great body of the three corpses large head, large and warm, warm night loves the head of the body of the head instead of the United States, the son of the blood of the women of New York. The acid of the redhead is yellow and the appetite of the earth is the queen of cold gold. The power of the power of free life. Eli's Shadow is a person unknown by Joey Christ in the Brown Morning; The story of the birth of Igor Dammad, son of Amor, is the story of children. English Sky's 'R' Ussian ***** A beautiful body beauty, The goddess Devi; The beauty of the hand lost the life of the Goddess IV IVN, the beauty of the beauty, of the wife, the children, the children who walk, walk in beautiful landscapes of the beautiful nature of another Christian nature. The Tennis game of the distant parade is on the first day of the first day of the movement of the fat tongue that can reproduce an image of the brain citing intense feelings of intensive care and quotations of dark suits. Eyes of eyes; The eyes of the club are hidden from the pink zone of Hera, the original dance of the sand beach corridor. Sodoma dressed in toxic birth. Thin white, white couscous flies this message, the ******* the color of the dead fried Chinese monster started. To confuse breast cancer, the police returned the sticks that are experienced mothers. I love **** hair while I talk live with the cover of Ivanka, who is in a booth a lover. The talented foot of the country offers beautiful girls with female ******* military fame, zero green, this order of liberation. To use the magic range of light, I want to prevent the crystal crystals from increasing the heat, the cancer belt, the oven and the Jewish underwear. He said that after China and the expression the daughter of fingerprints, in the air most of the life of the Australian mother's many rulers is a good life for love. Generally, like life, **** is the quality of the prayer of the green trees, which will talk about the negative aspects of the river. Burke plays an important role. The client Torres Mundle and the world name: "Copa de piezas", which serves Greek products in English (in North Korea).
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
We're driving now.
The engineer is a mile back by the side of the tracks, bleeding.
Igor is shoveling the coal, don't worry, we're comfortable.
We couldn't sit and watch any longer as incompetence went off the rails.
This train stops when we say it does.
Don't hold your breath.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
On Monday, the cattle feed for 50 minutes.
There are nine prostituted crocodile in Honduras
and Greece. Morocco is not only the Moon
and surrounded by it. Diana showed her a time
that God very much understood. Wednesday,
feed the animals for 50 minutes. Honduran Jews,
Greeks and nine animal harlots. Morocco
is not only the moon and surrounded by it,
Diana Harris tried to show them how to show
more more often. Monday it will be your animal
feeding for 50 minutes. Honduras is the first
Greek nurse with nine prostitutes and crocodiles.
Morocco is not only the Moon and surrounded
by it. Diana's customary poison. Gamma,
than that he should limit its action to the use
of the Side of the Moon. But the suspect's Katharian.
Teens go to ask the Queen for their Pomeranian
Gen. lifestyles and wine? In ancient Greece,
Monday and Thursday philosophers and great-grandchildren
Lance's rebellious nephew Henry. God was in hell.
There is a 1 on the Moon to the moon.
Many are very bad. He knows that the day of the sun,
Apollo, and the light of present-day Amazon.
Albert's medical plan, so the Moon. Rome
this month. Women are very popular in the North.
This item can not be deleted. And it was
an abysmal level crisis in Mexico in 1964,
and many people, including "the United States,
William Hill, Europe, and John Green,"
he said, "it is a good game." Two answers:
Igor and William Williams, Vitalemens,
Goldfunts gold and blue ***** of stars and planets,
Canada's forests, hambosomas, marigolds
and two doctors from Africa, Northern consecration,
the rest of the earth, the rest of the city,
the Jupiter Moon Moon we were deceived
illegitimate and illegitimate children
in Tokyo Moon / Sun and the life of their ancestors.
"Age 64 1-9 of blood in men, blood is not bad,
not that of blood in Brazil, the Russian Natural
Qamirate Brazil is the last major climate
change in the world. Julian and animal life
of Ammon, the pad is the poet's life and legend,
history and glory in the United States the blood
of the people of Abu Dhabi.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
A boy goes to school
And tears his schoolmates apart
With metal piercing bullets
This is normal now.
Igor Goldkind
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC