"knievel" poems - Hello Poetry

Idiot Man everyone knows about the super hero dudes the super cool who protect us from the bad and crudes Batman, Superman, Spiderman even Batgirl too they use their brains to outsmart villains and fools to bring justice and kindness to a world sometimes unkind well I searched all over the net trying to find a way to create a new man of evil and no it's not stuntman Evel Knievel I call him Idiot Man and he lives up to his billing he writes words of assnine stupidity completely filling and entire page and more of ideas that are dumb when he should be in the corner ******* his thumb he cant recognize beauty when it's right there in sight he doesn't know how to apologize to set things right I guess it's hard to find a graceful way out when you have left absolutely no doubt that you are in fact Idiot Man David Nelson ....

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Aug 14, 2011

Aug 14, 2011 at 6:30 PM UTC

david-nelson

Idiot Man

Idiot Man everyone knows about the super hero dudes the super cool who protect us from the bad and crudes Batman, Superman, Spiderman even Batgirl too they use their brains to outsmart villains and fools to bring justice and kindness to a world sometimes unkind well I searched all over the net trying to find a way to create a new man of evil and no it's not stuntman Evel Knievel I call him Idiot Man and he lives up to his billing he writes words of assnine stupidity completely filling and entire page and more of ideas that are dumb when he should be in the corner ******* his thumb he cant recognize beauty when it's right there in sight he doesn't know how to apologize to set things right I guess it's hard to find a graceful way out when you have left absolutely no doubt that you are in fact Idiot Man David Nelson ....

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so here we Are: Arnold......Shortman, Shorty......Meeks, Mr......Meeseeks, Ezekiel......Whitmore. Morphine,,,,,,Morpheus, Neo......Geo, OG......Sour, Sour......Diesel. DeeDee's......Brother, Cousin......Vinny, Vinny's......Lover, Brothers......Grimm. Grim......adVentures, Billy......Madison, Hansel,,,,,,Gretel, Chelsea......Grin. Grimace,,,,,,Misery, Mister......eBonic, Bonny,,,,,,Clyde, Kyle,,,,,,Kenny. Kenny......Powers, Powder Puff Girls, "Girls Girls Girls", Girls Gone Wild. Wilee......Coyote, Coyote......Ugly, Ugly......Betty, Betty......Crocker. Doctor......Parnassus, Doctor......Krieger, Doctor......Horrible, Doctor......Evil. Evil......Knievel, Felix......the Cat, Captain Jack Sparrow: "Captain......my Captain". Tinman,,,,,,Scarecrow, "Rowrow Rowyer Boat", Bo......Burnham, Earnest,,,,,,Vern. Verdict,,,,,,Votive, deVotion,,,,,,Vengeance, aVenging......Evey, V,,,,,,Vendetta. Denace......the Menace, Crystal......Globes, Snow,,,,,,Aesthetics: Skeletal......Shedding. Head,,,,,,Tail, Sally,,,,,,Jack, Jack......Rabbits, Magic......Hatters. Shattered......Glass, Glasgow......Smile, Guile,,,,,,Vega, Akuma,,,,,,Ryu. You,,,,,,Me, Beneath......the Bleacher: Jeepers,,,,,,Creepers, Reapers......of Seeds. Seeds......of Chucky, Chuckie......Finster, Principal......Muriel, Yuri......Gagarin. © Copyrighted Jesse James Adams

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC

robert-pulsen

Heroes

so here we Are: Arnold......Shortman, Shorty......Meeks, Mr......Meeseeks, Ezekiel......Whitmore. Morphine,,,,,,Morpheus, Neo......Geo, OG......Sour, Sour......Diesel. DeeDee's......Brother, Cousin......Vinny, Vinny's......Lover, Brothers......Grimm. Grim......adVentures, Billy......Madison, Hansel,,,,,,Gretel, Chelsea......Grin. Grimace,,,,,,Misery, Mister......eBonic, Bonny,,,,,,Clyde, Kyle,,,,,,Kenny. Kenny......Powers, Powder Puff Girls, "Girls Girls Girls", Girls Gone Wild. Wilee......Coyote, Coyote......Ugly, Ugly......Betty, Betty......Crocker. Doctor......Parnassus, Doctor......Krieger, Doctor......Horrible, Doctor......Evil. Evil......Knievel, Felix......the Cat, Captain Jack Sparrow: "Captain......my Captain". Tinman,,,,,,Scarecrow, "Rowrow Rowyer Boat", Bo......Burnham, Earnest,,,,,,Vern. Verdict,,,,,,Votive, deVotion,,,,,,Vengeance, aVenging......Evey, V,,,,,,Vendetta. Denace......the Menace, Crystal......Globes, Snow,,,,,,Aesthetics: Skeletal......Shedding. Head,,,,,,Tail, Sally,,,,,,Jack, Jack......Rabbits, Magic......Hatters. Shattered......Glass, Glasgow......Smile, Guile,,,,,,Vega, Akuma,,,,,,Ryu. You,,,,,,Me, Beneath......the Bleacher: Jeepers,,,,,,Creepers, Reapers......of Seeds. Seeds......of Chucky, Chuckie......Finster, Principal......Muriel, Yuri......Gagarin. © Copyrighted Jesse James Adams

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Ordinary people carry action figures on their dashboard and stop in still traffic on their way to work to stare at the circus billboard wishing they could be the incredible flying man who soars above the Ferris wheel and disappears beyond the horizon. The human cannonball lives with his mother in a musty basement filled with old baseball cards, beer can memorabilia, an ash stained billiards table, Chicago Bulls jerseys, and pictures of Goldie Hawn and Evil Knievel. The human cannonball has high blood pressure, frequent anxiety, a wheat allergy, a jaw that pops when opened too wide, a crick in his neck, a bruised shoulder from falling into the net over and over.

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Oct 30, 2012

Oct 30, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC

alex-t

Into the Net

Ordinary people carry action figures on their dashboard and stop in still traffic on their way to work to stare at the circus billboard wishing they could be the incredible flying man who soars above the Ferris wheel and disappears beyond the horizon. The human cannonball lives with his mother in a musty basement filled with old baseball cards, beer can memorabilia, an ash stained billiards table, Chicago Bulls jerseys, and pictures of Goldie Hawn and Evil Knievel. The human cannonball has high blood pressure, frequent anxiety, a wheat allergy, a jaw that pops when opened too wide, a crick in his neck, a bruised shoulder from falling into the net over and over.

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Don't Worry Nell I sometimes get confused and I'm not real bright but my heart is of gold and I'll do what is right chasing down bandits and doers of evil like Snidely Whiplash but not Evel Knievel I ride thru the country on my gallant steed searching for damsels who are in need I don't know why but it seems somewhat bleak some of these ladies get captured each week like my girl who I love her name is Nell sweethearts since grade school out in the dell her daddy is my boss he's the chief inspector and it is my duty my charge to protect her but in every episode of our little cartoon she gets captured by that honry baboon Snidely Whiplash trying to cast his spell I'll save you again don't worry Nell Dudley Do-Right aka Gomer LePoet ....

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Oct 29, 2011

Oct 29, 2011 at 10:34 AM UTC

david-nelson

Don't Worry Nell

Don't Worry Nell I sometimes get confused and I'm not real bright but my heart is of gold and I'll do what is right chasing down bandits and doers of evil like Snidely Whiplash but not Evel Knievel I ride thru the country on my gallant steed searching for damsels who are in need I don't know why but it seems somewhat bleak some of these ladies get captured each week like my girl who I love her name is Nell sweethearts since grade school out in the dell her daddy is my boss he's the chief inspector and it is my duty my charge to protect her but in every episode of our little cartoon she gets captured by that honry baboon Snidely Whiplash trying to cast his spell I'll save you again don't worry Nell Dudley Do-Right aka Gomer LePoet ....

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Sacrifice Ten naked virgins tied to ten trees, five men surround a fire on their knees. Chanting versus from a satanic book, twelve year old girls, these men took. Ten families missing their daughter, all for some devil worshiping slaughter. With duct tape covering their mouth, this could only happen in the south. Their eyes were crazy glued shut, these are ten girls that will never be a **** Each girl gets doused with gasoline, how can five men be so mean. This ritual is their strong belief, the feelings they have spell relief. Can't blame this on heavy metal, just five guys who are a bit mental. One by one each tree starts to burn, in their minds, a lesson they must learn. The ritual is called trial by fire, melting of their skin and the wire. The burning girls fall to the ground, the five men hold hands and gather round. As the duct tape starts to melt, the pain these ten girls must have felt. The men kept chanting and carrying on, Let's meet Dave, Mark, Mike, Pete and Shawn. Five brothers who lived with each other, learned about this from their mother. She was a witch and very evil, flew around more than Mr. Knievel. One day she taught them about the sacrifice, to do it right, you can't be suffice. Everything must go according to plan, to find these girls the globe you must scan. They all must live in different countries, their fathers must be leaders of big companies. They all must be born on the same day, then on the day of my death, the ten girls you slay. Ten long years of nothing but research, no one ever knew, they even went to church. When their mother got sick, they kidnapped the girls, around their necks, they got special pearls. They picked out the perfect location, this wont be a funeral, but a celebration. Then it happened the mother died, within minutes the girls were getting tied. This sacrifice will make mother once again rise, a flaming flesh sort of baptize. Something was wrong this wasn't working, some other evil must be lurking. All these girls were definitely a ****** but one used to be a boy, until he met an evil surgeon.

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC

allen-wilbert

Sacrifice

Sacrifice Ten naked virgins tied to ten trees, five men surround a fire on their knees. Chanting versus from a satanic book, twelve year old girls, these men took. Ten families missing their daughter, all for some devil worshiping slaughter. With duct tape covering their mouth, this could only happen in the south. Their eyes were crazy glued shut, these are ten girls that will never be a **** Each girl gets doused with gasoline, how can five men be so mean. This ritual is their strong belief, the feelings they have spell relief. Can't blame this on heavy metal, just five guys who are a bit mental. One by one each tree starts to burn, in their minds, a lesson they must learn. The ritual is called trial by fire, melting of their skin and the wire. The burning girls fall to the ground, the five men hold hands and gather round. As the duct tape starts to melt, the pain these ten girls must have felt. The men kept chanting and carrying on, Let's meet Dave, Mark, Mike, Pete and Shawn. Five brothers who lived with each other, learned about this from their mother. She was a witch and very evil, flew around more than Mr. Knievel. One day she taught them about the sacrifice, to do it right, you can't be suffice. Everything must go according to plan, to find these girls the globe you must scan. They all must live in different countries, their fathers must be leaders of big companies. They all must be born on the same day, then on the day of my death, the ten girls you slay. Ten long years of nothing but research, no one ever knew, they even went to church. When their mother got sick, they kidnapped the girls, around their necks, they got special pearls. They picked out the perfect location, this wont be a funeral, but a celebration. Then it happened the mother died, within minutes the girls were getting tied. This sacrifice will make mother once again rise, a flaming flesh sort of baptize. Something was wrong this wasn't working, some other evil must be lurking. All these girls were definitely a ****** but one used to be a boy, until he met an evil surgeon.

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Lethal Lethal! my words are medieval...What's a church to sinners if there all evil? Others watch as the camel dives through the eye of a needle I spit that professor-x direct to your cerebral....am evil Knievel...I jump off my white horse into a pile of beetles my crooked style is... Lethal...Weapon 5..tell Riggs to put the weapons high.. I call cannabis to the floor to handle this Fingers bent back, will leave you handless I cut the lights and blind your brain from your mental manuscript with no Bic in hand..my words write themselves quicker than quick sand..You must be a toilet because I am The **** man And sadly I have diarrhea...but strangely I **** hard bars...the size of pizzeria's made of bricks Now how can you deliver a punch line with a swollen fist? I quickly rip your lumbar-5 call it open Disc....hope your recording this... Now watch me, Sammy Sosa, this **** in the form of words...I'm not sure if this is appropriate... Keep your eyes open kiddddss!! That's how the Chinese cookie crumbles, guess that's unfortunate. I can see the future, it's an anorexic clock your time is running thin.

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Oct 19, 2016

Oct 19, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC

stellarhero

Lethal

Lethal Lethal! my words are medieval...What's a church to sinners if there all evil? Others watch as the camel dives through the eye of a needle I spit that professor-x direct to your cerebral....am evil Knievel...I jump off my white horse into a pile of beetles my crooked style is... Lethal...Weapon 5..tell Riggs to put the weapons high.. I call cannabis to the floor to handle this Fingers bent back, will leave you handless I cut the lights and blind your brain from your mental manuscript with no Bic in hand..my words write themselves quicker than quick sand..You must be a toilet because I am The **** man And sadly I have diarrhea...but strangely I **** hard bars...the size of pizzeria's made of bricks Now how can you deliver a punch line with a swollen fist? I quickly rip your lumbar-5 call it open Disc....hope your recording this... Now watch me, Sammy Sosa, this **** in the form of words...I'm not sure if this is appropriate... Keep your eyes open kiddddss!! That's how the Chinese cookie crumbles, guess that's unfortunate. I can see the future, it's an anorexic clock your time is running thin.

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I searched the surface of your skin looking for the answers to my personal problems I looked for answers in your scars that I already knew but wanted to pretend I didn’t I wish our love was easy like listening to old people talk about gas prices down at the local coffee shop over cigars and old shared wisdom I wish there was a metaphor for all of this, but it isn’t that easy I knew how dangerous you were and how dangerous you could be but I strapped on my helmet like Evil Knievel because you made me feel like I could walk through fire and come out untouched by the flames I made myself a certain kind of Houdini, like your heart was some kind of magic trick to be figured out I dipped my fingers into love and painted your face my favorite shades of forgiveness I used you I used you like the 3 month old bar of soap that sits in my shower, I don’t use it often, but when I do, I hope that there’s still enough left in it to make me feel some kind of clean I built you up like a sandcastle on the nicest beach imaginable and threw away the tools I used without realizing that there was a hurricane coming and that hurricane was going to rip away all of the progress I thought I had made here I look for myself in everyone that I meet I wonder what makes all of them tick, What kind of gears turn inside of everyone that make them the way that they are, and I try to mimic the gears and use them to make my own heart beat I used to tell people that I knew how to speak multiple languages because I made myself become fluent in your heart beat it’s so funny now that I think about it because once we lose touch with something we seem to lose it completely, I only know one language anymore, sadness, and it’s the sharpest knife I own, I wish right now wasn’t the time I chose to become self destructive, Because by the end of this I just might hurt myself a little too far passed broken I learned how to love myself the same day I stopped seeing heartbreak as a house that I can build piece by piece In my dreams I walk on the lines of reciprocated love and happiness and never fall off but as soon as I wake up I find myself lying on the floor of my bedroom and I do not want to remember how I ended up here Faith has always seemed like something that only people who feel like they’re about to die have, Maybe that’s why I’ve been trying to talk to God since the first time I set myself on fire She said she wishes she wasn’t so bad at this, I tell her sometimes I wish I wasn’t so good, Self love goes by a different name now

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC

richie-vincent

self love

I searched the surface of your skin looking for the answers to my personal problems I looked for answers in your scars that I already knew but wanted to pretend I didn’t I wish our love was easy like listening to old people talk about gas prices down at the local coffee shop over cigars and old shared wisdom I wish there was a metaphor for all of this, but it isn’t that easy I knew how dangerous you were and how dangerous you could be but I strapped on my helmet like Evil Knievel because you made me feel like I could walk through fire and come out untouched by the flames I made myself a certain kind of Houdini, like your heart was some kind of magic trick to be figured out I dipped my fingers into love and painted your face my favorite shades of forgiveness I used you I used you like the 3 month old bar of soap that sits in my shower, I don’t use it often, but when I do, I hope that there’s still enough left in it to make me feel some kind of clean I built you up like a sandcastle on the nicest beach imaginable and threw away the tools I used without realizing that there was a hurricane coming and that hurricane was going to rip away all of the progress I thought I had made here I look for myself in everyone that I meet I wonder what makes all of them tick, What kind of gears turn inside of everyone that make them the way that they are, and I try to mimic the gears and use them to make my own heart beat I used to tell people that I knew how to speak multiple languages because I made myself become fluent in your heart beat it’s so funny now that I think about it because once we lose touch with something we seem to lose it completely, I only know one language anymore, sadness, and it’s the sharpest knife I own, I wish right now wasn’t the time I chose to become self destructive, Because by the end of this I just might hurt myself a little too far passed broken I learned how to love myself the same day I stopped seeing heartbreak as a house that I can build piece by piece In my dreams I walk on the lines of reciprocated love and happiness and never fall off but as soon as I wake up I find myself lying on the floor of my bedroom and I do not want to remember how I ended up here Faith has always seemed like something that only people who feel like they’re about to die have, Maybe that’s why I’ve been trying to talk to God since the first time I set myself on fire She said she wishes she wasn’t so bad at this, I tell her sometimes I wish I wasn’t so good, Self love goes by a different name now

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Ma side-cariste, comme un cerf-volant flotte Rattaché à un fil, Tu roules dans ta caisse sur chassis Tomahawk Attelée à ton prototype, moi sur ma Cheftaine Indienne D'origine, Moi ta prothèse, ton calumet de la paix. Et rallye après rallye, Cascade après cascade, Escale après escale, Notre route à deux Emprunte les chemins escarpés Les canyons au sens propre comme au figuré J'enfile mon casque coloré rouge blanc et bleu, Je me signe d'un shot de Wild Turkey Je me sens des ailes d'aigle, Je me sens Evel Knievel ex machina Ford Davidson et Harley Mustang Je m'élance sur la rampe Je franchis le mur de ton son en flammes au dessus d'une rangée de quatorze comètes écrasées et amassées Dans les eaux de ton Grand Canyon sidéral D'où saillit la fontaine de Caesar Palace Saturée de mille requins affamés qui crient : "Color me lucky !

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Aug 26, 2019

Aug 26, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

Route à deux

Ma side-cariste, comme un cerf-volant flotte Rattaché à un fil, Tu roules dans ta caisse sur chassis Tomahawk Attelée à ton prototype, moi sur ma Cheftaine Indienne D'origine, Moi ta prothèse, ton calumet de la paix. Et rallye après rallye, Cascade après cascade, Escale après escale, Notre route à deux Emprunte les chemins escarpés Les canyons au sens propre comme au figuré J'enfile mon casque coloré rouge blanc et bleu, Je me signe d'un shot de Wild Turkey Je me sens des ailes d'aigle, Je me sens Evel Knievel ex machina Ford Davidson et Harley Mustang Je m'élance sur la rampe Je franchis le mur de ton son en flammes au dessus d'une rangée de quatorze comètes écrasées et amassées Dans les eaux de ton Grand Canyon sidéral D'où saillit la fontaine de Caesar Palace Saturée de mille requins affamés qui crient : "Color me lucky !

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The look in your eyes when you stole my virginity was pure evil, Then you acted like you could do whatever you wanted like you were ******* knievel, You treated me like dirt and knew I would stay, But what you didn't know and couldn't find the words to say, Is that one day you'll love me too, From the beginning that I always knew, But you could never be honest you always lied, So in the end you just pushed me aside.

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Apr 3, 2015

Apr 3, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC

roxy-traylor

Left behind

The look in your eyes when you stole my virginity was pure evil, Then you acted like you could do whatever you wanted like you were ******* knievel, You treated me like dirt and knew I would stay, But what you didn't know and couldn't find the words to say, Is that one day you'll love me too, From the beginning that I always knew, But you could never be honest you always lied, So in the end you just pushed me aside.

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Now I Have Had It Said... That I’m Pretty INTENSE... !!! Which I Guess Is Because... My Thinking Is STRONG... !!! As Is My Poetry... Because My Verse Deals... In... HARSH REALITIES... Rather Than Fallacies... And Foolish FANTASIES... !!!!!! So... My INTENSITY... Is A Thing That Runs DEEP... Just Like The Oceans' Seas... !!! And Political Scenes That Are Seen Currently... That Affect How It Is That People Now Live... Now To Me They’re INTENSE... Like Todays Regiments... of... Leaders And Heads... !!! Like Those Now In Congress... Who Are Causing Folks STRESS... Due To How They Address... Todays Global Problems... That Are INTENSE To Me... When It Comes To Disease... !!! Like This Corona Virus... That’s Intense Like Gang Violence... !!! That WAS Seen On The Streets... BEFORE Lockdowns Were Seen... !!! An INTENSITY That Runs... Like Streets That Hold Guns... When People Are STUCK... Like A Nun Who Wants Some... !!! If You Get What I Mean... ?!? When It Comes To The Needs... That Their Vows Do NOT Feed... !!! Yes I Mean SEXUALLY... !!! A Thing That’s INTENSE... When You Want But CAN'T Get... To Have... INTENSE *** That Makes Women Get Wet... !!! But Intensity Runs... WAY BEYOND ****** Stuff... !!! Like... Trying To Bluff... When You’re Really NOT Tough... And Deep Down Want To RUN... From... Confrontations... That Could See Loss of Blood... !!! Just Like Those Dark Times... When Somebody Close Dies... !!! Because Most Cannot Deal... When Intensity Feels... Like They Just Cannot Cope... When Things Hit Those Dark Zones... !!! Like... Societal Woes... That Nowadays Roll... That Feed INTENSE Times... Like Those Now Supplied... By These Corona Vibes... !!! And Modern Day Crimes... Like Those That DENY... A Way To Live Life... ABOVE Poverty Lines... !!! And INTENSE Elections... That Now Need Inspection... Like Talk of Infections... That Breed INTENSE TENSIONS... !!! About … Wearing MASKS... And Freedoms Now PARKED... And DISTANCED Like Hearts... That Are Now Kept A p a r t... !!! Because of The Need... To Be Given VACCINES... ?!? That May Breed INTENSE Scenes... !!! Because of... " Theories "... That Are Now INTENSELY... Spread On Internet Feeds... !!! It Seems INTENSITY... Is What Societies... Are Feeding To People... To Keep Many Feeble... And Dealing In EVIL... WITHOUT A KNIEVEL... !!! The Ride’s Now INTENSE... When It Comes To Defence... Against Being JOBLESS... !!! And STRESSING Out Friends... !!! Because of The PRESSURES... That Now Need To LESSEN... So ALWAYS REMEMBER... !!! That Pressures Suppress... A Way To... Reject... The Things That Cause Stress... !!! As Well As The Way... That Some People Behave... And That SERIOUSNESS... Is Just How Some DEFEND... Against Letting Pretence... And A World of NONSENSE... Lead To Causing PROBLEMS... That They CANNOT Deflect... !!! And To KEEP AWAY... Punks... Who Think They Can Pull Stunts... After Running Their Mouths... When They Act Like Sad Clowns... !!! So Make SURE You’re CORRECT... !!! BEFORE You... Suggest... That The Way Someone Acts... Is... REALLY... ..... “ INTENSE “.....

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Dec 19, 2020

Dec 19, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC

big-virge

“Intense” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 12/11/2020

Now I Have Had It Said... That I’m Pretty INTENSE... !!! Which I Guess Is Because... My Thinking Is STRONG... !!! As Is My Poetry... Because My Verse Deals... In... HARSH REALITIES... Rather Than Fallacies... And Foolish FANTASIES... !!!!!! So... My INTENSITY... Is A Thing That Runs DEEP... Just Like The Oceans' Seas... !!! And Political Scenes That Are Seen Currently... That Affect How It Is That People Now Live... Now To Me They’re INTENSE... Like Todays Regiments... of... Leaders And Heads... !!! Like Those Now In Congress... Who Are Causing Folks STRESS... Due To How They Address... Todays Global Problems... That Are INTENSE To Me... When It Comes To Disease... !!! Like This Corona Virus... That’s Intense Like Gang Violence... !!! That WAS Seen On The Streets... BEFORE Lockdowns Were Seen... !!! An INTENSITY That Runs... Like Streets That Hold Guns... When People Are STUCK... Like A Nun Who Wants Some... !!! If You Get What I Mean... ?!? When It Comes To The Needs... That Their Vows Do NOT Feed... !!! Yes I Mean SEXUALLY... !!! A Thing That’s INTENSE... When You Want But CAN'T Get... To Have... INTENSE *** That Makes Women Get Wet... !!! But Intensity Runs... WAY BEYOND ****** Stuff... !!! Like... Trying To Bluff... When You’re Really NOT Tough... And Deep Down Want To RUN... From... Confrontations... That Could See Loss of Blood... !!! Just Like Those Dark Times... When Somebody Close Dies... !!! Because Most Cannot Deal... When Intensity Feels... Like They Just Cannot Cope... When Things Hit Those Dark Zones... !!! Like... Societal Woes... That Nowadays Roll... That Feed INTENSE Times... Like Those Now Supplied... By These Corona Vibes... !!! And Modern Day Crimes... Like Those That DENY... A Way To Live Life... ABOVE Poverty Lines... !!! And INTENSE Elections... That Now Need Inspection... Like Talk of Infections... That Breed INTENSE TENSIONS... !!! About … Wearing MASKS... And Freedoms Now PARKED... And DISTANCED Like Hearts... That Are Now Kept A p a r t... !!! Because of The Need... To Be Given VACCINES... ?!? That May Breed INTENSE Scenes... !!! Because of... " Theories "... That Are Now INTENSELY... Spread On Internet Feeds... !!! It Seems INTENSITY... Is What Societies... Are Feeding To People... To Keep Many Feeble... And Dealing In EVIL... WITHOUT A KNIEVEL... !!! The Ride’s Now INTENSE... When It Comes To Defence... Against Being JOBLESS... !!! And STRESSING Out Friends... !!! Because of The PRESSURES... That Now Need To LESSEN... So ALWAYS REMEMBER... !!! That Pressures Suppress... A Way To... Reject... The Things That Cause Stress... !!! As Well As The Way... That Some People Behave... And That SERIOUSNESS... Is Just How Some DEFEND... Against Letting Pretence... And A World of NONSENSE... Lead To Causing PROBLEMS... That They CANNOT Deflect... !!! And To KEEP AWAY... Punks... Who Think They Can Pull Stunts... After Running Their Mouths... When They Act Like Sad Clowns... !!! So Make SURE You’re CORRECT... !!! BEFORE You... Suggest... That The Way Someone Acts... Is... REALLY... ..... “ INTENSE “.....

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inside Elvis’ digital pompadour there’s a constitutional oligarchy and a harelip and you watch from the corner of your eye as he scratches deep inside there and sniffs at his fingertips and turns to his girl and says how it’s oh so redolent of the eggs of silverfish and that Evel Knievel’s cologne was never so sweet

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC

daniel-schoen

rat's nest

inside Elvis’ digital pompadour there’s a constitutional oligarchy and a harelip and you watch from the corner of your eye as he scratches deep inside there and sniffs at his fingertips and turns to his girl and says how it’s oh so redolent of the eggs of silverfish and that Evel Knievel’s cologne was never so sweet

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My Purpose Is BIGGER... !!!!! Than To Earn BIG Figures... For Using Rhyme Scripture... That's WEAKER Than... Tigger... !!!!! It's Purpose Like Fixtures... Holds FIRM and Delivers... Mixtures That TRIGGER... Verse Built To FEED THINKERS... And BEAUTIFUL Pictures... That Linger Like Mixtures... of.... POTENT Elixirs... !!!!!! ACTUAL... Natural... Thoughts That Are FACTUAL... !!!!! Visions of LIFE... That I Find Fuel My Mind... To Write and Transcribe... These... Poetic Vibes... That Purposely FLY... !!! Like Eagles UP HIGH... !!!!! It's Purpose Is... RIGHT... !!! MORE THOUGHT And Less Fights... !!!!! More TRUST And YES... LOVE... !!!! Instead of This Stuff... Like... Usage of Guns... That Takes Peoples Blood... !!!! And LESS Ignorance... !!!! That CLEARLY Now Runs... From People Like Trump... Whose Purpose Is Worthless... And Makes People NERVOUS... !!! Like... Internet Servers... That Seem To Now HURT US.... Because of These PERVERTS... !!?!! Whose Purpose HURTS Persons... Like... ” Poisonous Serpents “... !!!!!! My Purpose EMERGES... To COUNTER Aversions... That Leave People BURDENED... !!! A Purpose That NEEDS... To Be Neutered With SPEED... !!!! Like Greed and Deceit... And KILLINGS On Streets... By... Thugs and Police... Whose Purpose Would Seem... To Be THAT of A Team... Who Feed NIGHTMARISH Dreams.... !!!!! To... Young Families.... !!! And Older Ones TOO... !!!!!! Actions UNCOUTH... !!! That Give LIVING PROOF... That Some Peoples Purpose... Is Something That WORSENS... Like... Funeral Sermons... !!!!! My Usage of Letters... Has Purpose To BETTER... The Way That WE ARE... !!!! Because My Words Chart... A Way To SHOW HEART... In Times That Are DARK... !!! By Offering LIGHT... !!! In These Rhymes That I Write... Their Purpose Is BRIGHT... Word Clever and SHARP... !!! And ALWAYS Makes Marks... With Those Whose Minds' Light... Wants MORE Than The Prize... Between Peoples' Thighs... ... Chicas' and Guys... Whose Purpose Is WILD... !!!!! While Mine Is Now Wise... And Much MORE Inclined... To Search For The HIGHS... That... ENERGISE Life..... !!!!! My Purpose Has Style... And Numerous Files... of Verse That's Observed... From Things That I've Learned... It's MUCH MORE Than Words... It's More Like GOOD HERB.... !!! That HEIGHTENS My Mind... And Body With... " VIBES "... With Thinking That FLIES.... !!! ABOVE Peoples' Lies.... !!!!! From Government Types... Who... " POLITICISE "... Like Gangsters Whose Purpose... Is Simply To.... HURT US.... !?!?! POOR EXCUSES For People... !!! Who Seem To LIKE EVIL... !?!?! Much More Than KNIEVEL'... !?! I Guess That's The Way... ? They Feel They Must Sway... To Me They're Like Merchants... Whose Service Is WORTHLESS... ?!? CLOWNS In A Circus... Who SHOULD FACE... ... INSURGENTS... !!! Because They Are SURPLUS.... To Our.... Epidermis... !!!!! Humans Whose MAIN Urge IS... To Learn To SERVE A GOOD... ....... " Purpose "........

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Jun 9, 2021

Jun 9, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC

big-virge

'Purpose' ... A Poem written by Big Virge 4/9/2017

My Purpose Is BIGGER... !!!!! Than To Earn BIG Figures... For Using Rhyme Scripture... That's WEAKER Than... Tigger... !!!!! It's Purpose Like Fixtures... Holds FIRM and Delivers... Mixtures That TRIGGER... Verse Built To FEED THINKERS... And BEAUTIFUL Pictures... That Linger Like Mixtures... of.... POTENT Elixirs... !!!!!! ACTUAL... Natural... Thoughts That Are FACTUAL... !!!!! Visions of LIFE... That I Find Fuel My Mind... To Write and Transcribe... These... Poetic Vibes... That Purposely FLY... !!! Like Eagles UP HIGH... !!!!! It's Purpose Is... RIGHT... !!! MORE THOUGHT And Less Fights... !!!!! More TRUST And YES... LOVE... !!!! Instead of This Stuff... Like... Usage of Guns... That Takes Peoples Blood... !!!! And LESS Ignorance... !!!! That CLEARLY Now Runs... From People Like Trump... Whose Purpose Is Worthless... And Makes People NERVOUS... !!! Like... Internet Servers... That Seem To Now HURT US.... Because of These PERVERTS... !!?!! Whose Purpose HURTS Persons... Like... ” Poisonous Serpents “... !!!!!! My Purpose EMERGES... To COUNTER Aversions... That Leave People BURDENED... !!! A Purpose That NEEDS... To Be Neutered With SPEED... !!!! Like Greed and Deceit... And KILLINGS On Streets... By... Thugs and Police... Whose Purpose Would Seem... To Be THAT of A Team... Who Feed NIGHTMARISH Dreams.... !!!!! To... Young Families.... !!! And Older Ones TOO... !!!!!! Actions UNCOUTH... !!! That Give LIVING PROOF... That Some Peoples Purpose... Is Something That WORSENS... Like... Funeral Sermons... !!!!! My Usage of Letters... Has Purpose To BETTER... The Way That WE ARE... !!!! Because My Words Chart... A Way To SHOW HEART... In Times That Are DARK... !!! By Offering LIGHT... !!! In These Rhymes That I Write... Their Purpose Is BRIGHT... Word Clever and SHARP... !!! And ALWAYS Makes Marks... With Those Whose Minds' Light... Wants MORE Than The Prize... Between Peoples' Thighs... ... Chicas' and Guys... Whose Purpose Is WILD... !!!!! While Mine Is Now Wise... And Much MORE Inclined... To Search For The HIGHS... That... ENERGISE Life..... !!!!! My Purpose Has Style... And Numerous Files... of Verse That's Observed... From Things That I've Learned... It's MUCH MORE Than Words... It's More Like GOOD HERB.... !!! That HEIGHTENS My Mind... And Body With... " VIBES "... With Thinking That FLIES.... !!! ABOVE Peoples' Lies.... !!!!! From Government Types... Who... " POLITICISE "... Like Gangsters Whose Purpose... Is Simply To.... HURT US.... !?!?! POOR EXCUSES For People... !!! Who Seem To LIKE EVIL... !?!?! Much More Than KNIEVEL'... !?! I Guess That's The Way... ? They Feel They Must Sway... To Me They're Like Merchants... Whose Service Is WORTHLESS... ?!? CLOWNS In A Circus... Who SHOULD FACE... ... INSURGENTS... !!! Because They Are SURPLUS.... To Our.... Epidermis... !!!!! Humans Whose MAIN Urge IS... To Learn To SERVE A GOOD... ....... " Purpose "........

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We had a training wheel love affair. never quite certain of the balance of our relationship or feelings. we were a little too tuff, we were a little to Evil knievel in love. everything had a first love grace about it. love's blinders were taken off. and for awhile we ran like wild horses in each other's hearts. we could barely catch our breath. or keep our eyes and our hands off eachother for a moment. and then it happened. we became things that you never play with again. I fell, you fell. and there was nobody there to stop our fall. and then at fourteen years old I learned unfortunately, things you never play with again. can also be people.

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Sep 4, 2018

Sep 4, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC

napolis

First loves/ childhood thoughts

We had a training wheel love affair. never quite certain of the balance of our relationship or feelings. we were a little too tuff, we were a little to Evil knievel in love. everything had a first love grace about it. love's blinders were taken off. and for awhile we ran like wild horses in each other's hearts. we could barely catch our breath. or keep our eyes and our hands off eachother for a moment. and then it happened. we became things that you never play with again. I fell, you fell. and there was nobody there to stop our fall. and then at fourteen years old I learned unfortunately, things you never play with again. can also be people.

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Yup, you red correctly, this noggin must go perhaps donated to the Salvation Army, or Good Will cuz, said atrophied cranial horridly styled comfortably numb skull, the source of immeasurable beg hot ten woe, from dawn to dusk nothing boot eve ville hollow cavity mainly comprised of wooly webbed weaving waste, uber sawdust, sans Schuylkill River effluvium and runoff rotten rill hence, e'en a think tank designated as Abby Normal formerly atop a body named Phil lip, or Wright winged Orville one half brotherly duo, the other sibling Wilbur, whom both made a mill yen legends getting airborne their lil mechanical contraption atop Kitty Hawk, North Carolina with bi sic **** mechanical aptitude, when born aloft **** Devil Hill synonymous making fin hushed blue prints emulating flying fish, whose grill like cartilage backbone precursor to Evil Knievel, who soared on his motorcycle a devil lush daring stuntman, whose helmeted crown full pursestrings muted cavil ling critics with legitimate enterprise earning gobs of legal tender, whence aye aver his mugshot ought to appear on common denomination bill and/or honoring throughout the entire month of April.

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Jun 7, 2018

Jun 7, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

I Wanna Head Transplant

Yup, you red correctly, this noggin must go perhaps donated to the Salvation Army, or Good Will cuz, said atrophied cranial horridly styled comfortably numb skull, the source of immeasurable beg hot ten woe, from dawn to dusk nothing boot eve ville hollow cavity mainly comprised of wooly webbed weaving waste, uber sawdust, sans Schuylkill River effluvium and runoff rotten rill hence, e'en a think tank designated as Abby Normal formerly atop a body named Phil lip, or Wright winged Orville one half brotherly duo, the other sibling Wilbur, whom both made a mill yen legends getting airborne their lil mechanical contraption atop Kitty Hawk, North Carolina with bi sic **** mechanical aptitude, when born aloft **** Devil Hill synonymous making fin hushed blue prints emulating flying fish, whose grill like cartilage backbone precursor to Evil Knievel, who soared on his motorcycle a devil lush daring stuntman, whose helmeted crown full pursestrings muted cavil ling critics with legitimate enterprise earning gobs of legal tender, whence aye aver his mugshot ought to appear on common denomination bill and/or honoring throughout the entire month of April.

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