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"jinks" poems
A shark afebrile acceded deep in shallows there his teeth lasted with anticipation of her bay was akin to high jinks as his floridity was aghast with achievement that caught her so nobly again.
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
A Shark
my only dream now to return to the old preppy garments and the boisterous hallway with friendly arms around my neck breathing the whiff of boisterous energy to feel the brotherly armor the friendly kiss of peace the high jinks the giggling and throaty beats of husky youths the naive maturity of free thinkers filled with optimistic hopes... Save! what a misery it is to know to know that my juvenile years can never return to me. I pity thyself. Oh how  quickly time fades! but memos forever remain. I was only an invisible spectator.
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Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
INVISIBLE SPECTATOR
Red owl Raoul is black cat jesus, that's me. She is a buddha ***** cosmic Kali. WE BOTH         LIKE               PANCAKES! We be time-benders; the Moonrise Kingdom children. She's the d-flow,      I'm the P-funk. We both be seein the future in-synchronistic copacetically hieroglyphic kaleidoscope jazz time. Speakin' cayenne magic, we make love with eye blinks and smoke kisses.
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
Magic Banter: Late Night Hip Walk Hi-jinks
I am a wicked witch With black hair, crooked teeth My friends call me Myrtle My cat Jinks, who can’t spell, calls me Keith I can turn an ugly, fat frog into prince When I spend my nights making spells But it’s much funnier and more often, than not The prince is turned into a frog, don’t tell. I am a wicked witch I have princesses knocking at my door Looking for true loves first kiss. Yuk! So, they buy apples and spinning wheels Hoping to find their prince, tough luck! The princes are living in my pond, eating flies. But I tell them eat the apples, ***** their fingers One day their prince will come. Wicked me, what lies! I am a wicked witch The king has arrived at my door He isn’t looking happy. I best make ready to run. Witch Myrtle, he says, I need your help I don’t know what to do. You are the only one That I can rely on, no-one else can do. A Dragon is roaming the kingdom He roars fire, eats sheep, I need you. I am a wicked witch But I say kindly, my King there is no need to worry I have the just the thing that can help But you must promise to do everything I say You can have no misgivings, no doubt I have a sword that will cut through dragon scaling And flame-proof armour, nothing like you’ve seen So stop your crying and no more wailing Now listen carefully. Good, he seems keen I am such a wicked witch Word has come back from the town Telling of the meeting between the king and dragon How the king stood tall and proud, despite the titters all around Dressed in a flame proof diaper and holding a green snake tail rattle How the dragon looked at the king, before slowly falling to the ground People say in all their years, they had never seen the sight Of a dragon rolling in laughter, there is no stranger sound. Oh dear, I am a wicked witch The king sent solders to arrest me. But I have sent them back As rats dressed in ballet shoes and fluffy white tatu’s. I am sure the King will like them. But then again, maybe not. I think it’s time I left this house and pack up all my things. I am ready to go with Jinks on my shoulder. But this broom’s too small So, I call in a favour from a friend, and he is happy to oblige Because dragon, really is the best way to fly, after all.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
I Am A Wicked Witch
I am a wicked witch With black hair, crooked teeth My friends call me Myrtle My cat Jinks, who can’t spell, calls me Keith I can turn an ugly, fat frog into prince When I spend my nights making spells But it’s much funnier and more often, than not The prince is turned into a frog, don’t tell. I am a wicked witch I have princesses knocking at my door Looking for true loves first kiss. Yuk! So, they buy apples and spinning wheels Hoping to find their prince, tough luck! The princes are living in my pond, eating flies. But I tell them eat the apples, ***** their fingers One day their prince will come. Wicked me, what lies! I am a wicked witch The king has arrived at my door He isn’t looking happy. I best make ready to run. Witch Myrtle, he says, I need your help I don’t know what to do. You are the only one That I can rely on, no-one else can do. A Dragon is roaming the kingdom He roars fire, eats sheep, I need you. I am a wicked witch But I say kindly, my King there is no need to worry I have the just the thing that can help But you must promise to do everything I say You can have no misgivings, no doubt I have a sword that will cut through dragon scaling And flame-proof armour, nothing like you’ve seen So stop your crying and no more wailing Now listen carefully. Good, he seems keen I am such a wicked witch Word has come back from the town Telling of the meeting between the king and dragon How the king stood tall and proud, despite the titters all around Dressed in a flame proof diaper and holding a green snake tail rattle How the dragon looked at the king, before slowly falling to the ground People say in all their years, they had never seen the sight Of a dragon rolling in laughter, there is no stranger sound. Oh dear, I am a wicked witch The king sent solders to arrest me. But I have sent them back As rats dressed in ballet shoes and fluffy white tatu’s. I am sure the King will like them. But then again, maybe not. I think it’s time I left this house and pack up all my things. I am ready to go with Jinks on my shoulder. But this broom’s too small So, I call in a favour from a friend, and he is happy to oblige Because dragon, really is the best way to fly, after all.
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Can you hear the waves? Crashing through the caves, Every inch, every glimpse, There's a jinks. Can you feel the air? Touching your svelte hair, Maybe it touched your heart, Like you're a subtle art. As they say; seasons change, It will quickly rearrange, No more waves for you to hear, The change you always fear. As you roam your eyes, You'll remember that time flies, You wasted the moment, You never noticed even one movement. Wait for a falling star, Wish rather than putting it in a jar, You will start to appreciate everything, When everything becomes nothing,
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
EVERYTHING TO NOTHING
be beat it beache it that itch catch ****** fetchingly high jinks a kite to tie a sky to sway off and away off and away
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
**** singing
When we straighten out the kinks give up the high jinks and the japes, the capers that we catered to who do we become? Stiff collared stuffed shirts or ladies in their bolstered skirts? peasants as pleasant as they may be are not the people I want for me. I like the middle of the road brigade The marmite, toast and marmalade set on the table ready laid brigade actually I just like brigades the words sounds so military full of shot and shell and blood and guts, the dead don't go to hell they join a brigade brigade, brigade, brigade, brigade the call I hear must be obeyed my kinks are just as ***** now don't know how and do not care the table's laid in time for one more and one brigade.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
Trombones
The day comes but once a year For pranksters, jokers and the fools To bring a twisted kind of cheer By breaking all the rules Doughnuts filled with mayo Is just one of many things With googly-eyed potatoes Hiding in the wings Masquerading caramel onions And toothpaste oreos Fun with food corruptions Are there for your dispose Mento ice-cube bombs for soda Clear nail polish painted soap Anecdotal numbered quotas A high jinks kaleidoscope Pranks and hoaxes they like to play On unsuspecting fellows Deeming themselves as attache's To the 'April Fools' bellows
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
The First
( ) • • ) ( ^^^ /\ /\ ^^^ /// The old peddler ........ (Weariness ) Dreams die ugly but we can be free Of the mean ole world ! •• •• We lie to our Lover when we say I LOVE YOU ! But when our Lover says I LOVE YOU ! We think the talk is true !!!! ( REALLY ? ------ !! ) •• Do you really think your ditzy little emotional hi - jinks Are worthy of the name of LOVE ? •• •• Oh well ( the sighing Sea ) Death is everywhere We do not mind cause we're IN LOVE !! •• AND GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE SENT DOWN HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON AND ENROLLED HIM IN AN AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL SO HE COULD LEARN WHAT LOVE IS AND SAVE THE WORLD !! ( don't sound right ! ) /// But what the **** do we care ! •• The ole peddler ( weary ) •• The truth still shining All can see
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
waterfall in the dark
Sometimes things are okay, And its also acceptable to admit that they are Its also alrght to fear words could jinks them and make them bad again. Sometimes its okay to be afraid,  of loss and abandonment, And its alright to voice those fears, But its also sanctioned to fear those fears and keep them in a trapped state. And its fine to hide it from people As it is fine to share them to whom you please. Its all right to wake up in the morning and dread the sight of yourself in the mirror. And its granted to have doubts about who you are. But its also okay to let people see you and convince you what they see is nothing but flawless. Its okay to hate yourself and love others as it is okay to let others love you.  And to believe you have a gorgeous yet dark soul is perfectly beautiful too.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
My paradox
When they had all they had to eat of peppercorns and roasted meat, they decided in extravagance to strip quite naked and to dance. I blame the barley wine, for that get together of a time but they denied it was to blame and said it's only high jinks and a game then invited me to join in, I declined quite rapidly and trotted home to have my tea. It was a normal day in Whitehall.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
Waiting for the med's to kick in
I woke from a dream this morning with three penises and three sets of testicles sprouting from my groin I was astonished wondering about the implications could they all perform? could I have *** with three women? or three men? which gender did these penises prefer? and how would that work? or would I be too embarrassed by this mutation to ever have *** again? I imagined a hand touching down there and felt extreme embarrassment no, this was definitely the end of my *** life I would never have *** again then something shifted in my mind and I woke from THAT dream original factory settings restored (I checked) relieved (so relieved) this was one problem the universe had not thrown in my lap (haha) I can still see those tiny peckers though like a bouquet of newborn masculinity what high jinks are going on at the bottom of the ocean in my brain?
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Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
three penises
They say I love you But can't handle you — limpidly vulnerable To understand you Will never happen because They don't really wanna stand by you An immature act, they will see Like buggered child Who gets easily hurt with petty ***** During high jinks, you'll see them But never a glimpsed during crestfallen Because feeling pain and getting hurt Is childish for them...
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
Vulnerable
Let’s think of the sunk cost fallacy whereby the sweat, tears and cash you’ve ****** into your endeavours means you never let go of your burning ambition so you beg borrow steal to stave off the immutable truth that you’re wrong Then let’s think that instead of a business or crazy high jinks you invested in the sense that some humans outrank others at birth and hidden behind the privilege of that thought you ignored what was often in front of your face or at your work place or fatally jogging through your neighbourhood til it shone straight in your eyes and your beg steal borrowing does nothing because lies and filthy ideologies can’t stand the light of day so grasp as you will at the pictures and voices of shills who defend the grotesque and try to mess up a people, a nation, with fat cat, fat handed, fat tongued oppression your fingers ***** but empty The lesson: it’s ok to be wrong it’s ok to draw lines under ugly pasts so futures can be brighter, you can apologise, learn and make right
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Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
Sunken Worships
Time tumbling head over heels the Winter holds sway; Enjoyment of snow-a time of high jinks playful to set loose- the child of a Universal truth.
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Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 3:34 PM UTC
the child of a Universal truth