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Brent Kincaid Dec 2015
Hambone, slam bone
Kick them in the nuts.
Smack them, sack them
No ifs ands or buts.
Tap them, zap them
Punch them in the snouts
Jounce them, bounce them
Throw the ******* out.

Some of what we’re suffering
Has gone on for a century.
Some of it is politics
Most of it’s chicanery.
Some of it is current stuff
Aided by the internet
And some of it is old news
We just haven’t heard it yet.

Hambone, slam bone
Kick them in the nuts.
Smack them, sack them
No ifs ands or buts.
Sic them, nick them
Stick them with the bill.
Beat them, cheat them
Set up for the ****.

It’s a game of who screws who
And who does not get caught.
It has to do with bribery
And which guy can be bought.
They set it up so no one wins
Unless they play the game
And when the public catches wise
They change some of the names.

Tap them, zap them
Punch them in the snouts
Jounce them, bounce them
Throw the ******* out.
Snip them, whip them
Treat them all like dogs.
Crunch them, punch them
Throw them to the hogs.

They depend on all of us
To be lazy to the bone
And when it comes to statesmanship
To leave them all alone
And not make them live up to
What they were elected for.
The blame is on our backs again
If we choose to ignore.

Hambone, slam bone
Kick them in the nuts.
Smack them, sack them
No ifs ands or buts.
Tap them, zap them
Punch them in the snouts
Jounce them, bounce them
Throw the ******* out.
Tommy Johnson Mar 2014
Lion strike
Lion strike
Laying low
A herd of antelope

Lion strike
Lion strike
Standing still
Staring down the next ****

Lion strike
Lion strike
Hurry, pounce
Abrupt jounce

Lion strike
Lion strike
Hunger subsides
And you survive
SE Nummenpää May 2010
The empty air has a bitter tone
When it bites at my fingers
And yells profanities in an unrecognizable tongue.

It stings when it sings.

It has an aberrant gait
And a detached mien,
This lack-of being.

The tempest’s strides jounce its overly-wide shoulders;
Its prominent brow sends an antagonistic shadow
Cascading down its lip and jaw.

This active silence whispers age-old secrets
Its fingers tousling the amber leaves
Of my autumn’s long-dead trees.

The sound resonates,

And this taunting, all-knowing,
Omnipresent, nonexistent-but-still-there wind
Smiles at my naïveté.

Weary under the weight of the world
And the smog of self-importance.
Its eyes are clouded with grey rain,
Its teeth sharp with a bitter resentment;

“I’ve disliked you since the 1700s,” it breathes,
Throwing an airy, acrid gaze at humanity.
(“I’m sorry, but it is you who made me this way,
With your scornful industrialization.”)

Its eyes are frigid, piercing,
Wicked, yet reserved.
Cruel in their taunting assumptions,

Yet,

In those forget-me-not eyes

I found the sky.
(c) SEN 2010
I never did like my non sequitur thoughts.
They bounds and jounce and leap expertly
In their own journey of destruction.
They care more for their attentive
Distraction in reaping imperfection,
And in doing so they mitigate
Every length of my inspired potential
I despise them with a passion,
For in my hope for creativity,
I've only exposed the worst--
Profound limitation.

That's the definition of my thoughts though--
Great exposition, in a myriad of disoriented aberrations.

I'm not a fraud, a fool or a fiend,
But my unsettlingly broken, detached thoughts
Will surely be the end of me...

Can I contain the courage to counter it?
*I am uncertain...
PK Wakefield Oct 2012
Legion, O the sleeping of your flower is October
many fewer than everyday fewer and many

O slumber, your October is a legion of flowers
hairless kissing bulbs that bend oh just bend
in the grey bluster steeply bend and oh just

O flower, your slumber is the legion October
who marches cruelly through miles of trees
picking of them each their every jounce and bobble

October, O the flower of your sleep is Legion
many always fewer and always fewer many



(grey cruel blustering and through miles of
trees picking bobbles and jouncing marches
hairless kissing bulbs that lean just bending)
PK Wakefield Dec 2011
christ you hang tinsel on a wooden cross
(drooping) your unsmiling figure
by the christmas tree tinseled too
silver clever ringlets wreathing
hung by hands delicate
ornaments dote 'pon
the boughs swinging
swaying

in

some unfelt
breeze they jounce
those
lovely sparkle sprinkled
spheres

mingle in the arms
of pine and soft
cinnamon
smells

cru
mbl
i
ng

wafts increase
from
the hot busy
pocket
of
the kitchen

into soon sleeping hands
my body enters
to the sound
of small
laughter
PK Wakefield Apr 2015
there is nothing. And the wide night seems to toil outward into dark space of cut with just a strand of light it peers gauntly through rain up climbing with difficult precise silence seems to wander into the nooks and crooks its deep blanket of void stirs from which not a whisker or a claw of the fast cat sleep into nighting with deep purring of smooth body.

(how many more totally unimportant ultimately priceless nights will pass like from me out of lips and fingers into nothing without random seeming jounce of colorless minutes?

i can't know wouldn't want to even if tomorrow was the last sublime gasping of complete mundanity.

washing a dish is like that.

flush with hot hands in water drinks around fingers and lather coils in blossoms of vibrant tininess.

i cannot say i love Anyone or Anything perhaps i can love the rust of an old dying city the gable of a church girl and the collapsed rushing of immanent life.

or maybe i'll press into days and nights my body to be of some excellent stuff most economic.

nots now the time to think of such a thing two hours to wake from going work in a boring old amazing flash of perhaps the last moment you will live.

a poem doesn't mean a **** thing and
Travis Green Nov 2022
I want you to put the heat on me
Make me blitzed and speechless
Make me dizzy and lit as ****
****** your thick thundering thugness
Deep in my guts, bust my hot stuff
Make me lust for your ultra-hunky roughness

Electrify my heart and soul
With your bright fiery spiciness
Make me moan super strong sounds
Of profound resounding erotica
With your seamless succulent intensity
Your screamingly dreamy masculinity
Your splendid and potent resplendency
Great and expansive engagingness

Your continuous and paramount delight
Makes me so hella spellbound
Polish my softness, solace my rich
And magnificent body
Shake your gargantuan striking snake
On my plump sumptuous cake

Let me watch your big hot marbles bounce
While you pounce on every ounce
Of my wonderfully gorgeous form
Caress my bedazzling back
Hold my glowing golden shoulders
Give me deep, long, and macho strokes

Shove your humongous seductive lusciousness
In and out of my sleek, ****, and wet portal
Of adventurous and boundless pleasure
As I gander into your crazily fascinating eyes
The sheer fervent hotness
Of your lovingly lustful lips

Badass beardalicious **** boy
So ******* rugged and extra cut
You make me so **** frenzied
Make my flaming hot bangers jounce wildly
Send me into stellar stimulating trances
Drive me deep into the beyond

With every phenomenal push-up that you do
I wanna feel you clutching, wooing, and
Stupefying my exciting divine world
Hunt down my hotness
Punish me, run your crunkness through me
Mesmerize my nicely curvy design

Cozy up to my homoness
Look lasciviously at my sweetness
Hot, raw, and enthralling Papi
I want you to make me holla
Every moment you bone
My blossoming boulevard
sandra wyllie May 2019
I held it swiftly
and swiftly it passed
like a car crash

and the causalities were many
like a box of Good & Plenty
white and pink capsules

those oval rascals all jounce together
unravel like a sweater
caught on a hook

I am
by yesterday
hung on every word you said

like clothes stretched on the line
in wintertime
frozen stiff in place

because they’d rather be there
then tucked away
when will I cease

like a flaccid *****
I can’t enter anything
here I go again
Seth Beeson Nov 2018
What would it be like to fly
To dance on the clouds
A life up above the bustle of the crowds
What would it be like to explore the sky
To float, to glide, to soar
Defy the gravity that binds us to the floor

Could you imagine having super strength
To be able to lift weights greater than a ton
And perform feats never before done
Could you picture a power without length
The people would adore your immense power
Praise and worship would befall you by the hour

Would you ever want to be faster than light
Run, sprint, race, and dash
Travel to places in an instant or a flash
Would you ever wish to be so quick you’re out of sight
Zipping and zapping like a lightning bolt
Flying around with a jounce and a jolt

Picture the ability to remain unseen
To remain out of sight and out of mind
The power to become impossible to find
To go where you please, outside or between
The places you could go the things you’d see
But invisible to others your person would be

These are grand and oh so great
The glory, the honor, the praise you’d earn
Love and adoration wherever you turn
But I have heard of a better fate
Of powers that many do not strive to attain
But trapped in a life of fantasy they shall remain

What about the power to love one another
Not just when it’s easy but when life is rough
When something is wrong or the going gets tough
Where are the people who love like none other
The ones who know the meaning of true  sacrifice
That are willing to drop everything and not think twice

Forgotten is the strength of a mother or father
The ones who keep on the lights and the water
They’d give all they have for their son or their daughter
Never to be defeated by a struggle or bother
Determined to be strong for the ones they will raise
So that their life may be filled with the most wondrous of days

Think of the men who trek into war
A place where there are no powers of fantasy
Where no one knows what the next day will be
They give up their own so our safety is sure
Danger and destruction could come at any time
But they face it with courage no matter the crime

Remember the comforter with the power to heal
Compassion and empathy from them overflows
And through these actions their superpower shows
To be there for others and know how they feel
It doesn’t always take much or for them to even try
Sometimes all that’s needed is a shoulder on which to cry

When will people realize these powers are true
Not impossible ideas that are fake and unreal
But realities you can touch, and see, and feel  
Not a matter of who you are but rather what you do
High time we wake up and finally realize
That a need is what this power truly satisfies
Travis Green Jul 2022
He got a mad crashing ****** like me
Obsessing over his delectableness
The greatest red-hot smash
That travels in my galaxy
So seductively lushalicious
Hunkalicious, manlicious mancandy

I want to lick him all over
Like a rainbow-colored lollipop
Don’t stop until every part of his body is
Swathed in glossy sloppy spit
Bite into his desirable pink lips
Hear his moans grow deeper and hotter
As he holds onto my sleek loving arms

Hypnotically ****** lover boy
He flexes his spectacularly litastical masculinity
And gives me limitless supreme energy
He makes me feen to eat him up
Stroke and ******* his thunder gun
Let his jolly ***** jounce in my mouth
Take him higher into the most powerfully
Hypnotizing trances that shake
His broad bonzer *** all over
Travis Green Aug 2022
Being in proximity to your nakedness
Has me crushing on you in the wildest ways
Mister rock-hard charming sensation
You chain me to your heart and soul
You stand so bold and dope
Make me want to choke
On your killer soul-lit *****

Taste your **** *******
Your firm, superlicious muscles
Run my mouth up and down
Your prodigious piece
Kiss and lick your slick ripped veins
Source your gorgeousness

Delectable stellar hotness
Mean mocha brandy meat
Such a cherishable confection
A prepossessing prize to delight in
To ***** and probe
Enveloped in your poetry in motion

I give my devotion to your ferocious potion
Overflowing with the hottest and raunchiest attractions
You make my desirous well-endowed mangos
Jounce to your top-notch hip-hopping heartland
I want to revel in you like dazzling and extravagant sparklers
Make me burst into a thousand bright shining dreams
Travis Green Jun 2023
He is so impeccably delectable
So incredible, sexible, and treasurable
My sexually attractive splash
My perfect hairy Casanova
I utterly love his untouchable luscious robustness

How tough and seductive he is
How he rivets my attention
Makes me wanna linger
In his essential transcendental dimension
Of dreamy, sensual manliness

He amazes and titillates my gayness
Makes me crave his engaging
And scintillating captivatingness
To be in his blazing hot tornado of hella hot amorosity
Let him capture and conquer me

Feel his hands slither all over my skin
Call him my enthralling Prince Charming
As he licks and whips my bewitching physique
Make me feen his distinctive scented immenseness
To massage his broad, macho pecs, his hella cut abs

Slide my tongue  up and down his majestic biceps
His powerful shoulders, lust after
His bold, mind-blowing ******
Such an unfuckwithable gangbuster studmuffin
I love on him for a month of Sundays

Feel him devour my mind, body, and soul
Control and smoke my homoness
****** my queerness
Drown me in his crash-hot impassioned mantasticness
Pull out his long, rock-solid sausage

Put it in my mouth, taste his entireness
Check out how his big ***** bounce on my tongue
How his raw stalwart **** head
Meshes with my jaws
Moves down my throat

Pierce me with his sheer fierce immersiveness
Make me ******* his heavy king-size gun
Turn me around, bend me over
Let it glide in my tightness
Smack my voluptuous buns

Flex his hunkiness
Rub my bare velvety back
My glowing shoulders
Take me down, make my backside jounce
Make me moan to the max

Beg for him to smash my ***
Crash into my guts
Tattoo his masculineness
Deep within my innerness
Kiss me, tease me, take care of me

Make me concede to his electric rhythmicity
As he feels all over my body
Hasten the pace, **** me more and more
Stretch me out, make me yell out his name
Feel his piping-hot flame

Show me his game
Rain down his wildness upon my entireness
My top-notch sauce daddy
He appeals to me, completes me
Dominates me like no other

Sexes me up to the core
With his deep merciless thrusts
Hold me close to him
As he approaches a mind-bending crescendo
And explodes his deliciously creamy pole milk
All over my chocolate *** cheeks

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