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Brent Kincaid Feb 2016
You say you’ll give me everything
But all I get from you
Is a lot of promises
And kitchy kitchy koo.
You said I’d get a diamond ring
Before the week was through.
Then you said you lost your job
And wanted kitchy koo.

The washing machine
No longer works
And neither do you.
I wish I was exaggerating,
But every word is true.
All I get to look forward to
Is kitchy Kitchy Koo.

Kitchy kitchy koo
When it all begins.
It’s a lot of fun till when
All the kitchy koo ends
You best start out as friends.

Our love life is super hot
But there are other things to do.
Life involves so much more
Than kitchy kitchy koo.
Groceries and cleaning matter
Though not that much to you.
It’s too bad you don’t get paid
For kitchy kitchy koo.

I never thought I would complain
About making love with you.
It isn’t that part that bothers me
So, let me drop the other shoe.
There are seven days every week
And things we adults must do.
And only a tiny percent of that
Involves kitchy kitchy koo.

Kitchy kitchy koo
It’s a catchy rhyme
Just have fun all the time.
When the kitchy koo ends
We may just part as friends.
FOR ZUNU N FREYU..............

                     KOO-CHI-KOO
Koo-chi-koo, o' o' koo-chi-koo
my darling Zunu has lost her shoe
“ o' my!  did I forget it in the loo ?
Now I don't know what to do !
If I walk with feet bare, I’ll suffer from flu”.

In came Freyu; in his magic Nano he flew;
on a hook big, he stuck some glue
and efficiently dropped the lost shoe !
At this, laughed aloud Na-nu-ni-nu.
Together all they said, “koo-chi-koo”.

Armin Dutia Motashaw.
Samraat Anand Sep 2017
TERE DIL ME RAHNE KA SHAUK THA HAMEE BETAHASHA ;

TERE SATH KII IS DIL KOO TALAB THI;

TERE LABH SE KUD KA NAAM SUNNE KA ZID THA…

TU ZINDAGI TOH PAHLE SEE THI MERI;

AUR SHYAD AB ZEENE KA KARAN BHI HOO *** …



CHAH KAR BHI TERE KARIB AANE SE DARTA HUU;

DIN RAAT TUJHE SOCH KAR BHI LABH *** LANE SEE DARTA HUU;

TIL TIL KAR TERE SATH KO MARTA HUU….

AUR KOI PUJHE TOH BAS, HAS KAR ITNA KAHTA HUU;

WO EK MUSAFIR THI JISKI MANJIL MAI NAA THA ;

WO EK CHAKOR THI JISKA CHAND MAI NAA THA;

WO EK DARIYA THI JISKA SAHIL MAI NAA THA…



EK BAR FIR SEE USKEE LIYE YEE DIL MACHAL RAHA HAI;

FIR SEE NAYE SAPNE DEKHNE KOO YEE DIL  MAR RAHA HAI ;

KAISE SAMJHAUU IS NADAN PARINDEE KOO ;

KII TUU EK BAR FIR TUTNE KI OOR BADH RAHA HAI….



WOO KAHTE THE IS JHUTE ISK KI BATEE NA KIA KARO;

DIL TUMHARA HAMME CHOR KISI AUR KE LIYE BHI DHARKEGA ;

KUCH DIN ME AASHIKI KA BHUKAR BHI SAR SEE UTREGA ;

PAR AB KYA BATAE JANAB KOO ,

DEKHE UNHE  TOH MANO EK ARSA SAA HOO GAYA;

PAR AAJ BHI WOO HAR EK PAL ENN SANSOO  ME RAVA HAI;

AAJ BHI IS DIL ME BAS UNKI HI JAGAH HAI;

UNKI YAD ME AAJ BHI RAATE KATHI HAI HAMARI;



FARK BAS ITNA HAI HAMARI CHAHTE EK DUSRE SEE JUDAA HAI….
Martin Narrod May 2014
Ashley,

     Your blues inspire me, insipid triangles, walking cold, sweating more and wetting the bed your lips the sizes of gods that I married through hidden video cameras, I caught bias in bliss, racism in slow disasters, tornado sirens and just sirens, and justice on the horizon. My eyelids the sizes of your little *******, the party of tomorrow, the starting sounds of scarred and stripped *** sounds. Caught in a drift, my bottom lip stuffed with lift-lust and jolting up and down your porcelain rift. Messed up and round the back to the buttons, the clasp too heavy to drop your ego down, the cold too swift to catch me as I fell. The heavens too burdened to beat me with your god. I just wanted to me smacked in the face with your flaws. Hips the sizes of doorknobs, hurdles that I caught one weekend sipping slow gin with granddad and papa and Tootsie, your evils carnivorous, your mess much more than your message. Your koo-koo voodoo and big bad red frock. Tuesday's made me the man I am today. The Slayer made me the hate I stuffed into my **** ****-strap to puff out my chest and make prisms in kitten litters and furrow the night clauses to match stick the pumped-up bypass of hazmat and heroism, I was won and didn't know it, you were one and now you're all one.
She,
     came to me in French class holding straws. I picked swiftly and came, all staled and stiff, lock-jaw and threesomes one moonlit night the fourth of July.
Love Letter to An Ex-Girlfriend
Bardo May 2018
She's real smoochy
She's my hoochie *******
She's my sweet little Koala Bear.

She's so cute
And she's a total hoot
Keeps me smiling throughout the day.

Nice and cuddly
She's bubbly wubbly
Soothes all my troubles away.

She's kinda kooky
She's my nooky wooky
My little Koo Koo Koala Bear.

She climbs my tree
And she talks to me
Ever so softly.

She holds me tight
Through the darkest night
Quietens me when I'm afraid.

Don't you ever leave me, will ya
My lovely little sweet
My sweet little lovely, Koala Bear.
Australian poem
Tyler Armstrong Oct 2014
The bare weight of wind
kept us alive that black night
kids against the world

suited for space
we drove that rusty honda
and made faces at the passerbys

their lines intersecting
like moonbeams
across the endless stretch

Your angle suits you now
trajectory too
mechanically fit for fun

I'm the one
in apple red
dancing your garden to shreds
Fall 2006
.sweet cherry blossomlosing their power to clingpaints an old man's sky.
Andrew Parker Dec 2013
jump, skip, hop, then POP!
August 2, 2011

So here's a playful tune
to make your body swoon.
Shake and bake those hips
pucker up and lick your lips.
Because tonight, we're dancing!

da lada dee da daaa laaa la laa ohhhh

I love the way you move like that
jumpin' 'n jivin', you're one cool kat.
So now we're getting down
laughing so much, are you a clown?
In our serene meadow, together, we're prancing!

Lemme catch you off guard, sweep you off your feet
this is the most romantic way I could think of for us to meet.
Now don't get me wrong, I mean I dress to impress
but girl, for you, I'd much rather wear less.
If you know what I mean, hiding my eyes glancing!

Excuse me mam, but I don't mean to be rude
or have you think my humor is too crude.
But for a special lady, lady, lady, oh so cute
I'll give it my my all, gotta take aim, then shoot.
Gotta get, gotta gotta, give you my all, all my romancing.

Boop boop be doop buh bahhh tra lalalahhh

Baby, so I've got you now forever maybe.
Squeeze you so freaking tight, 'till your soul leaves.
Enters my body and we intertwine, as it mentors.
Me and teaches how to be we.

koo koo cuh cahhh shoop doop la lahhh
Jump, Skip, Hop, then POP!
Pen Lux Feb 2015
emptiness is great
it clears way for reflection
in a way you're free
Intelligence Quotient

* eye koo

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY HANDS!

                  * *...my hands are useless...


eldoo a tem
eldoo a tem
eldoo a tem



I only throw
my Banana
at Chel-Sea
I only throw
my Banana
at Chel-Sea
I only throw
my Banana
at Chel-Sea

Darnell Nov 2014
When I was born we stock together flock of a feather a Grandpa said,
Love was true we pulled through, houses grew, families grew, peace was "koo", but soon who knew; drugs came through, your dads generation grew, an there came a few  who's minds where stew in a sense; starting trouble killing each-other. Single mothers came more common. Prison's grew an the rich of course, who started this course for the generations to come. Now your here where RnB, hiphop, & rap pump through your blood, confused on when to love, an why to hate. Unconsciously not knowing you grew with rage on shoulder, in your ear, in your rear, while you run a race in life, mostly of waiting to truly live, not wanting to love because of fear, fear which only brings trouble. Pushing the right people away, wanting the the wrong to stay. Commonly no one adds war which if it wasn't country to country, it was state to state, city to city, block to block, house to house, Dad's to son an mothers, an you can't forget ****. Peace was never truly pushed imagine it starting from 1 house hold, love an peace growing an flowing, that kid became a teacher who taught true love an not to hate. How an why each race should date, and that maybe we need to be listening to our hearts an ours souls instead of or minds an our flesh less an less caring for one another!
Big Virge Sep 2017
These rhymes ... Reflect ...
APOCALYPTIC Times ... !!!

Times where minds ...
are ............... Dismissing .................................................. Signs ...... !!!!!

That times ahead .....
Will see ... BLOODSHED ...
and ... Loss of Life ... !!!!! ...

Times where ... Crimes ...
Refine ... Bloodlines ... !!!!!!

Like ... " Old Designs " ...
Primed to ... " ***-id-e " ...

Apocalyptic ... times ...
Reside inside ...
Deep Seas with ... " Tides " ...
Now On ... The rISE ...
Just like ... The Minds ...
of ... WICKED ... Types ... !!!!!!
whose Pride ... DENIES ...
to help the ... " Plight " ...
of those who ... STRIVE ...
Just to ... " Survive " ...
and Live a ... " Good Life " ...

The Type ... who like ...
to see us ... Fight ...
Like ... " Dogs in Bogs " ...
Fed On ... WAR Songs ...
and Words of ... HATE ... !?!

A Time and Place ...
where ... Technological Tools ...
are used to ... School ...
our youth to ... Abuse ...
Like ... VIOLENT Fools ... !!!!!

VIOLENCE ... Will Rule ... !!!

Like DEVILS ... Who ...
Infuse with ... Views ...
That ... Lead to ... FEUDS ... !!!

Which would ... You Choose ... ?!?

APOCALYPTIC ... News ... ?
or a place where ... " Love " ...

REIGNED ... Up Above ... !!!!!!

Just like ... SUNSHINE ...
in the ... " Summertime " ...

Well ....
Rhymes Like ... " These " ...
Paint ... Different ... scenes ...

Scenes ... OBSCENE ... !!!!!
and ....... Far From .................................................................­..... Clean ... !!!!

Where ....
Peoples' Dreams ...
are ... "FILLED WITH" ... SCREAMS ... !!!

Am I .... SCARING You ... ?!?

If so ... Not Cool ... !!!

Why would you choose ... ?
to take ... The View ...
That ... What I Say ...
Makes You ... AFRAID ... ?!?!?

Apocalyptic Trips ...
May Well .... ECLIPSE ... !!!

The Place in which ...

Your Thinking ..... " Lives " ......

OUTSIDE ... "TheBox" ...
is where ... Mine Is ... !!!!!!

NOT IN .... " Laptops " ....
or .... VIOLENT ... Stings ... !!!

I Deal with ... NOW ...
and what ... Surrounds ...
Before i'm ... CLOWNED ...
and end up ... "Drowned" ... !!!!!

Or ...
Worse yet ... DEAD ...
Like ... Youthful Heads ...
As ... " Current Trends " ...
would now ... " Suggest " ...

In Fact .... CONFIRM .... !!!!!!

Does it make you ...
........ " Squirm ........ ? "
to Read ... Such words ... !?! ...

Well .......

Here's a ... " Verse " ...
to ... CALM ... Your Nerves ... !!!

They're ONLY ... " Words " ... !!!!!!

That show ... CONCERN ...
About the world ...
and how ... it turns ...

If we ... " Observe " ...
We may just ... " Learn " ...
How to ... STEM This ... SURGE ... !!!
of Pain and ... Hurt ... !!!!!!

and make a ... RETURN ...
to Life being ... PRESERVED ... !!!!!

Let The DEVILS ... Burn .......................................................

and Make ... PEACE WORK ... !!!!!

Like ... UNITY ...
cos' things like ... " These " ...
Will Help ... " Relieve " .................................

Our Streets of ... BEASTS ... !!!
And .... " POVERTY " ....

And .... News Stories ...
of ... KILLING Sprees ... !!!?!!!

Our Youth ... are DYING ...

Don't You ... SEE ... ?!!!? ...

These words are ... TRYING ...
to FEED ... Our Seeds ...
with ... Something MORE ...
Than ....... " MTV " ........ !!!!!!!!!!

BUT ....
Here's The ... SCORE ... !!!

Too Many ... " Elders " ... TOO ... !?!
are PROMOTING .... Wars ......
WITHOUT .... A Cause .... !!!?!!!

and NEED TO ... " Reduce " ...
Their ... ANGRY ... Moods ... !!!

" Don't try to front ! "

" You know it's true ! "

Why take the view
that I'm ... TOO BLUNT ... ?!?

The time has ... COME ...
to .... " Listen Up " ......
and Fill .... " Eardrums " ...
Like Kweli' ... Does ... !!!

with words that ... " Soothe " .........................
and HELP ... " Improve " ...
The Minds who ... " Choose " ...

APOCALYPTIC ... Moves ... !!!!!

Like ...
Dropping .... BOMBS ...
That Breed ... " Phantoms " ...
and .... " Tsunamis " .... !!! ....

Do you ....
Get The .... " Scene " .... ???

NO TREES ....
NO LEAVES ....

NO ...
Ice Caps left ....

Just .... WAR and DEATH ... !!!!!

I Guess .... ?
to ... " Most of You " ...

This seems ............................................................. " Far Fetched " ......

But ...
THINK IT .... Through ......

What's coming .... " Next " .... ?!?

FLOODING ... Here ...
and Flooding ... THERE ... !!!!

and then .... HEATWAVES .... !!!
that send ... SHOCKWAVES ... !!!

As Fires ... BLAZE ...
For .... DAYS and DAYS .... !!!!!

APOCALYPTIC .... Yes ... !!!

So ....
What do you say ... ?

Does THIS Poem ...
and it's ... Wordplay ...
Make ...  You Think ...

I NEED A ... " Shrink " ... ?!?

Maybe ... I DO ... ???

But here's the ... " Koo' " ...

Apocalyptic things ....
ARE ...... Happening ...... !!!!!

CLOSER ... to home ...
and that's ... NO JOKE ... !!!!!

Most folk ... are BROKE ... !!!
Or ... SNORTING ... Coc' ... !!!

With ....
NOWHERE ... to go ...
to find some ... " Hope " ... !!!

" OH I'M A PESSIMIST ! "

" If You Insist ! "

I'm simply ...

writing things ...
Through ... " Poetic Scripts " ...

That ... Reflect how ...

I Feel ...
Right NOW ...

Some Music ... " FILLED " ........
My Mind with .... THIS ....

Thoughts of ... GLOOM ...
and MUCH ... "Darkness" ... !!!!!

A ... " Discreet Flava " ...
DARKER THAN ... " Vader " ... !!!

Try to .... DENY ...
and you ... " May Find " ...

That ....
What You ... FIGHT ...
Inside ... " Your Mind " ...

is the ....

TRUTH About .........
What's ..... Coming .....

" Apocalyptic Times "
This Seems Rather Appropriate right now ! As I am currently residing in the Caribbean, these words are RINGING ... A Little TOO TRUE ..... Sadly .... !!!!
Corset Oct 2016
Pitt
A Poem by Corset

How could anyone mistake her for a Pitt Bull?
Those soft jowls and square headed wrinkles
Sweet Mana-T,
we are the Walrus Koo Koo ka choo...

Pops with his skin on fire,
a real hair -hell-raiser

we didn't buy that white castle

no moats, no boats

no tight sunned mailman at the door
pony tailed to his ***.

what...

I'm old,
... not dead.

makes the Buddha smile
it does...

She went and got herself all
God polished, cartooned
very High and very mighty,
it's the only way to hang
incognito,
Sometimes overcome with joy,

he is writing somewhere,
like a lovers bite to the breast

black and blue

like bruising...like hickies

tickle


it makes him happy.
in return,
it makes me happy


...and weird **** just keeps
...happening...

we should talk.

No, Now I live on top of a garden,
a virtual Gnomes paradise,
the owner of this garden
is a wrinkly Lady Gaga-Gnome
centuries old
thumping up to my door at three A.M.
duct taping the bad news to the dark
of my vacuum-less door.

"You, ma'am- are breaking the rules"

She; who thinks the homeowners
association should KNOW
about my extremely "timid
hide under the bed at the
slightest movement"

This sable mini Shar pei-looking

Pitt Bull-

steel jawed Staffordshire Bull Terrier
trembling at the reflection of
her ferocious self.

Newsflash: This just in...daughter... terror stricken...out shopping for handgun.
Stephan Jul 2016
...

I read the news today, oh my
Koo, koo, kachoo
The fox in is charge of the hen house
Gates are secure but the creature is inside
Feathers fly in helter skelter patterns
“You’ve got to crack a few eggs” is heard
as those who hear, scramble
seeking the sunnyside

A dozen or so duck the falling shells,
raining down from straw filled verses,
bland but obviously first in the pecking order,
hoping it all would be over…easy

While down on Broadway a church mouse sings off key
"Grabbed my coat and grabbed my hat,
ate the cheese in seconds flat,"
to a blindfolded audience
waiting to applaud till the curtain goes down,
so not to be seen greeting late arrivals
with luggage and tickets
hoping the next show is not sold out
for this standing room only presentation

Fortunately three, maybe four seats still remain unoccupied
as stale popcorn and sticky floors beckon them to
crushed velvet seating with
back pocket indentations left behind

The lights go down and the band strikes up
a rousing intro to what should be a good show,
at least that’s what the reviews said,
5 stars, Brilliantly directed, The best choice
for your daily intake of culture…

When a tuxedo with a smile
makes its way to center stage
and begins reading backwards,
“I buried Paul”

Boos rang out from the crowd.
“We came here for poetry!” was shouted in unison
But it just kept on, “Number 9, number 9, number 9”
The audience ran for the exit doors (stage left)
and as they hit the streets looking for something better,
“Turn me on dead man” echoed after them

Meanwhile, back at the chicken coop…
Props to The Beatles for the few snippets I borrowed, in case you didn't notice. :)  "I am the eggman"
Azhar Sabri Dec 2014
Ek koh e gham liye betha hoon
Log kahte hain piye betha hoon
Koo e Jana me hui he jab se shikast
Tab se hothon ko siye betha hoon
aster gayavi urdu shayari
Scott Hamsun May 2017
I do not have the
attention span for reading
haikus, so i wont
PoetWhoKnowIt Nov 2012
A **** killed 1000 Jews
A Marine ****** on a "koo-ran"
One man controlled by
                                fear
One man controlled by
                               hate

1000 Families
shed their tears

A nation
disrespected

So now I ask, If God is Good
Who gets diamonds and who gets pearls?
Scott Hamsun Nov 2017
I really hate nukes
because it would **** the birds
why take them down too?

Another day passed
the world is still here I see.
It don't feel the same.

A bird flies across
the Canadian border
They don't need passports.

I do not know what
country it came from first though.
The bird doesn't care.
John Carpentier Feb 2015
the world breaks everyone
and afterwards
many are strong
at the broken places

is something I heard

but I also heard that Kinsukuroi (keen-tsoo-koo-roy)

is the repairing of broken pottery
with gold and silver

                                                                        well it’s metal lacquer technically
and I thought that sounds
more honest

that we get broken
and don’t really get any stronger,
just repaired with something
that we never thought would be a part of us

I don’t think of scars as strong
but I do find them interesting,
like little splashes of gold and silver
                                                                              well metal lacquer technically
that happen to tell some story

and maybe we can’t read
other people’s stories
their gold and silver
                                                                                  or metal lacquer technically
because they’re very small
or deep beneath a coat of paint
that makes it look like part of the person
                                                                                             or the pottery, rather.

and honestly
                                                                                                                   or oddly
I’d rather be a broken piece of pottery
filled with hidden gold and silver
                                                                                       metal lacquer technically
still somewhat fragile
than get coarser and harder
                                                                                                          and duller too
whenever I was cracked.
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2017
it's twenty past four,
i have spent the past hour watching
the Vierschanzentournee -
like someone in England might
have stayed up, watching
the n.f.l. or a boxing match...
i bought johnny walker black
at the airport and i sat there
watching history.
                        can there be a modernised
version of ecce ****?
             apart from dietery requirements
and angst against Wagner
and all that pompous rattle
invoked in the original by Herr N.?
i guess there can be...
    there i was, on my hiatus,
going to bed almost every single night
trying to sleep-palm a chess set
or a keyboard, but both seemed out
of reach...
                   this, again, a forceful
resignation toward the past day,
              it will never be perfect,
the first approach will always be
rusty, it has been three weeks
since i last entered this spiderweb,
of snappy convo and even snappier
overload of democratic practises;
and before me: endless sleepless
nights, and countless miniature
fürhers... and thus this fact:
  which i thought was worth avoiding...
but then i did buy a used laptop for
550zł, (given the exchange rate,
that's roughly £100... the downside?
everything is in paul-leash (no,
that's not an americanism of drawl
and draw and slobber and Houdini's
last trick) - hence i might actually
sport a cravat, moccasins and a
velvet dinner jacket...
                                   and when
Rodin employed his minions to
    chisel away at chapters from Dante,
Dumas (have you ever seen his
omni coprus?) like some pseudo-Pope
employed heavy-drinking monks
to write out his stories for salon bored
ladies until their hands were
playing shadow-arthritis games
         that children would applaud:
rabbit! rabbit! poor monks, exhausted
from having scribbled and
chicken scratched chicken blood into
papyrus wanted nothing more than
to grow their nails so they couldn't
hold a quill... no matter! Dumas would
say... we'll sharpen your nails,
vol. 25 of the comte bourbon &
the flamingo dance, and Rambo XVI
were both written by the unfortunate
monks...
              once again: there's
autobiography... and there's an autobiography...
  to write an autobiography
so that no biography is worth writing...
perhaps if i used paragraphs:
i could be considered: "serious".
      then there's that thought:
thought as origin of biographics -
           nothing to be preserved in
it having happened, returning from
Stansted in a taxi:
  only a thought:
   philosophy cannot claim anything
to be counter-intuitive in its foundation,
to me that conjures up an analogue:
the guillotine is the counter-intuitive
foundation of the french revolution...
Ivan the terrible threw dogs off the Kremlin
wall, and gauged out the eyes of the St. Basil's
architect... and since then
children in Poland loved to play:
throw a bunch of marbles into a little hole...
evidently ancient Egypt resounded
in capricious cappuccino Milan...
or: Míllánò! nurse! nurse! the syllable-scalpel!
herr doctor, is that defined by diacritical
marks? yes sister.
                  **** in boots to suit you toppling
too...  and may i add:
             how ever did i digress from
the mundane reality of: second-hand laptop,
Windows in Polish... every single word
in english: red tape, underlined...
if i have dyslexia, it'll show like a crow's
feather on a dove -
and when it does, you can start calling
me Chief Apache Pixie Jack...
or how you have black and white as
polar, the rainbow... and then
nights in grey satin by the bothersome blues.
this will be defined by lacklustre
and hopping along... then, vaguely:
a romance?
                        it was supposed to
be a hiatus... hiatus...
         3 weeks of what became defined by
anything but such hopes...
   some people span a literary career of
20 years... take 3 years to write a book...
         it takes me 3 years to keep
a single thought...
          can you really repress biographic
accounts these days?
                                 well... if written
par with the times, i guess it's as much
fun as questioning whether
     the following two are very much akin:
1 + 2 + 3 = 5 - 10 + 20 x 2 = 30
is the same sort of arithmetic as when
you do the "math"of writing out
a word like onomatopoeia...
the hanging vowels of babylon...
          if anything, then this -
             as it also could be: on the scrapheap
of memory, a dazzling iron-clad
      heftiness of pulverising vector -
a Gucci demanding a pulpit and an
avocado on toast... champagne and
squid... or as the Michelin criteria were
revealed: rubber tire and squid di Calabria...
tell the two apart... you'll get a republic
passport... who would have thought
that rubber tires were the benchmark,
the ph 7 of foody palettes across the
azure blob, with some ashen and fern
bits in between.
   but this is me, testing new equipment...
having spent 3 weeks on two kinds
of detox... alcoholic... oh the whiskey...
and the ski jumping gavrons...
   plush? sparrels in a rolling dozen
of figurative barrels - and more sensibly?
kestrels, petted by stiff, castrated
   hippos of the sky, akin to astronomy
naming blobs: pi-7773-quatro-offshoot-of
Juno...
                 or a boo boo 747...
about as gracious as a **** launched
off a trebuchet at the dome of the rock...
gimmicky the sliding down...
hot wedge like swallowing a sword...
                3 weeks on this vegetarian
diet... detox alcohol detox 21st century
phonebook...
    rusty first imprints from the waiting game...
but my my...
               wasn't it fun...
                  Jan Kazimierz Waza
(the finicky cardinal)
                                       as presented by
Horatio... no no: John Ignatius Kraszewski...
   (Copernicus was apparently Prussia)...
which means Ignacy was Bella Belyy Kraшevsky...
      which makes me wonder:
why is the violin the pauper's? instrument
or the instrument of hoped-for empathy?
any one would tell you:
as also the accordion player on a tree...
well... roof here, roof there:
try doing ballerina's tip toe on a gothic
spiral tip of a cathedral...
and yes, the gargoyles... sing-along:
silent night...
                       holy night...
again: this was supposed to be a hiatus...
dogmatic statements... and....
    apodictic statements...
                      in truth, most people are
size 0 with their diet of words....
      where that turkey of a tongue to
fatten 'im up? well... ask the shepherds
of Damashek when Saladin will come
to rattle the blacksmith to wield a sword.
a thousand maidens faint...
   (if this was a cabaret voltaire play,
it would happen...
    and the two will never win:
one has a crop of hair on the scalp,
but spider-legs of a beard on the chin...
the other has precious silverware on
the scalp... and 21st Amazonian nomads
peeping out from between his
beard)... well...
not bad for a break from hiatus...
the whiskey is good,
                    the breadth has already been
tested...
   oh yes, the dreaded notes...
   this was supposed to be a:
a 3 week break, bam! a whole session
of writing it out in one go,
beginning with: the first question
i was asked as the Western Warsaw coach station:
do Kijova? i.e. to Kiev?
       oh sure, plenty of Ukranian merchants
down the western side of Warsaw...
   a Ukranian family of only women
sitting eating 3 while chickens among other
things: polskie chlopachki nie placzy...
and if you're lucky! you might even spot
a Mongolian!
                    it was never going to be an easy
transition...
i left Poland when it was -18°C...
                   sunny... bitter...
   walking on snow was like either
hearing a meow purr every time the foot impressed
itself on the snow, or i was wearing latex...
                 and to come into this abysmall
+7°C "winter" that England is?
   gothica... rain in winter... only in England...
and yes, if i were born here
i would be making awckward jokes about
the rain... but i wasn't.... i inherited it
from some unforseen discourse about
     Saint Gorbachev and how bloodless it all
became... prized piglets of Kazakh:
   dollar baby koo chi go go west and buys
usés a Lambro-jini... plight of the Sinking Belgian:
and all he did was sail to Congo on a waffle...
   pity the man! pity the man!
    i have no romance with England...
the grey skies and the constant rain
are like toenails to my heart... they're just there...
but you just see me walk in that pine
forest... in my natural element...
                              -18°C...
why did only German poets philosophise?
   and why did only Shakespeare make
poetry indistinguishable from philosophy and
why did the French turn to pastries
                                rather than the dry
and cough infused pages of bookworm time-donning
yella spaniel sepia waggle waggle
                  Sorbone          
   & Pavlov... pretty girls and pretty boys in
the Erasmus programme... to Rome!
to Antwerp! to Brioche! ... to a brioche...
                      Bruges!
                                               Kiev aflame...
Cracow a mind-game...
            Prague merely an INXS postcard from
the early 1990s...
                    Berlin a wall...
   Munich a litre of gods' **** and company of a dog:
of a dog's intuitive measure of man's
competence with regards to a desire for gods...
                   Lvov... thankfully Lvov
will never be the Istambul of Byzantines' nostalgia...
   so too Vilno...
                                                well...
that's for starters.
Koo soo whew , koo soo whew ,
trawrr weet trawrr weet
Piddy shew piddy shew
Treat treat **** --throo heet throo heet
Pwoo troo pwoo troo reet
pwoo troo pwii troo reet
Trigger trigger trigger neat ,
trigger trigger trigger neat
Whipp poor will  whip poor will
Wheww wha wheww , wheww wha wheww* ...
Copyright March 6 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"Zipp Ippidy"


zipp ippidy bop be bop bop
no arrow in mind flies straighter
than laughter in children
we are all children
laugh
the big blue world is green and tan
from space i can see my face
white floating mist
kerouac kerouac crack crack
blood flows out from his lips
the sound a soul kissing itself
we are all soul
soul
dig deep dig deep dig deep its easy
there is no deep
ginsberg iceberg iceberg ginsberg
where are all the flying monkeys you
promised to deliver i got nothing
you want to   to     touch       my
love me i'm just a bad piano ivory tongue
straight from allen's mouth to jack's thighs and
visa-versa you're going to hell jack
no wait you're already in hell
koo koo ka choo choo be boop
Big Virge Oct 2019
Girls ... DISTRACT ME ... !!!    

Do They ... Distract YOU ... ?    
    
There's SOMETHING IN ...    
The Way They ... MOVE ... !!!    
    
They Look SO GOOD ... !!!    
In ... " High Heel Shoes " ...    
    
But .....    
    
WATCH YOURSELF ... !!!    
I'm ... WARNING YOU ... !!!!    
Some of Them ....    
Make ... "Shifty Moves" ... !!!    
    
Ask ... Most Men ...    
They'll ... Give You Proof ... !!!    
    
... " FATAL ATTRACTION " ... !!!    
Goes With ... " DISTRACTION " ... !!!!!    
Like ... Ill Health Does ...    
With ... " Medical Actions " ... !!!!!    
    
" I Can't Get NO Satisfaction !!! "    
    
But .... What If I Learnt ... ???    
How To Do ... " Leg Waxing " ... !!?!!    
    
Just ... WOMENS' Legs ... !!!    
EVERYDAY ... ALL DAY ... !!!!!    
    
Would You Like That Girls ... ???    
" Hey " ... What Do You Say ... ?!?    
    
Well ... One Thing I'll Say ...    
I'd Be ... SMILING ALL DAY ... !!!!    
    
Girls Might Find ... ?    
My Hands ... " Relaxing " ...    
    
But ... I'd Find Them ...    
So ****** ... DISTRACTING ... !!!!!    
    
See ...  
  
Sometimes Women ...    
RULE ... My Mind ...    
    
But When Some Talk .....  
I ... CANNOT FIND ... ?!?!?    
    
A Way To Put ...    
Their Thoughts In Rhyme ... !?!    
    
I Try To Be ... DIRECT ... !!!    
Just Like ... STRAIGHT Lines ...    
When Dealing With ...
... Female Designs ...    
    
But ... If They've Got ...    
THOSE ... " **** Curves " ... !!!    
Sometimes I Just Get ...  
  
... " Lost For Words " ... ?!?    
    
DISTRACTIONS ... See ... !!!    
    
What A ... SPECIES ... !!!!!!?!!!!!!!    
    
That's Why I Write ...    
This ... Poetry ...    
To Let Girls Know ...    
What ... " Rests In Me " ...    
    
A ... LOVE For You ...    
But I've Been Schooled ...    
    
Don't Think That I'm ...    
A .... " ****** Tool " ....    
That ... You Can USE ...    
When You Want To ... !!!    
    
Cos' Most ... DON'T LIKE ...    
When Men ... USE THEM ... !!!    
    
Come On Ladies ... !!!    
DON'T Act ... CRAZY ... !!?!!    
    
Fellas KNOW ...    
How ... THAT ONE Goes ...    
    
"You used me, just to fill my hole !"    
    
"because you acted, like a pro"  
    
"What did you say ?    
You're gonna pay !"
    
"See, there you go !    
I told you so !"  
    
RELAX Now Folks ... !!!    
It's Just A ... " Joke " ... !!!    
    
But Think It Through ...    
Let Those Words ... SOAK ... !!!    
    
I  LOVE ... Women ... !!!    
But Here's The TRUTH ... !!!    
    
These Days ... " MOST " ...    
Just Act .... " THE FOOL " .... ?!!!?    
    
They're ... " Playing Games " ...    
and ... " LUSTING Fame " ...
    
But DON'T BELIEVE In ....  
... " Taking Blame " ...      
    
WHY Ladies ... ???    
Do You Feel ... "Ashamed" ...    
of Things You've ... Done ... ?!?    
    
In The ...  
Name of ... " LOVE " ... ?!?    
    
Love is ... " A WORD " ... !!!    
Like THIS ONE ... " Virge "... !!!    
    
Yeah That's ME ... !!!    
    
Judge Me On ...    
The Way I BE ... !!!    
    
NOT ... The Words ... !!!    
That You Now Read ...    
Or ... Hear Me Speak ...    
    
Cos' ... " Some " ...    
Are ... TRUE ... !!!!!!    
    
But ... Some of Them ...    
Are ... " FUNNY To Me " ... !!!    
    
LIKE Some Ladies ...    
... That I Meet ... !!!      
    
Come On Guys ... !!!    
Are You ... " With Me " ... ???    
    
DON'T ...  
  
HATE ME Ladies ...    
I Don't Hate You ... !!!    
    
" Some " ... of You ...    
Are ... Really Cool ... !!!!!    
    
But ...    
Just A ... " few " ...    
You Know The Koo' ... !!!    
    
Some of You ...    
AREN'T Being TRUE ...    
With .... " Yourselves " .... ?!?    
    
Or Men You Choose ...    
To ... Try To Make ...    
Things ... Work With You ...    
    
GIVE ... Your Love ...    
WITHOUT ... " Entrapment " ...    
Cos' Right Now ... Time ...    
Is ... FAST Elapsing ... !!!
    
And ... THE TRUTH IS  ...    
    
You're A ...  
  
BEAUTIFUL ...    
    
... " Distraction " ...
The wonder of the female form, is indeed, quite a distraction !
Big Virge Feb 2015
Girls ... DISTRACT ME ... !!!  
  
Do they ... " Distract " ... you ... ?  
  
There's ... " SOMETHING IN " ...  
The way they ... Move ...  
  
They look ... SO GOOD ... !!!  
in ... " High Heel Shoes " ...  
  
But .....  
  
WATCH YOURSELF ... !!!  
I'm ... WARNING YOU ... !!!!  
Some of them ....  
make ... " Shifty Moves " ...  
  
Ask ... Most men ...  
They'll ... give you proof ... !!!  
  
" FATAL ATTRACTION " ... !!!  
goes with ... " DISTRACTION " ... !!!!!  
Like ... " Ill Health " ... does ...  
with ... " Medical Actions " ... !!!!!  
  
" I Can't Get NO Satisfaction !!! "  
  
But .... What if I learnt ... ???  
How to do ... " Leg Waxing " ... !!?!!  
  
Just ... WOMENS' Legs ... !!!  
EVERYDAY ... ALL DAY ... !!!!!  
  
Would you like that ... girls ... ???  
" Hey " ... what do you say ... ?!?  
  
Well ...  
One thing ... i'll say ...  
I'd be ... SMILING ... ALL DAY ... !!!!  
  
Girls might find ... ?  
My Hands ... " Relaxing " ...  
  
But ... i'd find them ...  
So ****** ... " DISTRACTING " ... !!!!!  
  
See... sometimes women ...  
" RULE " ... My Mind ...  
  
But ... when some talk ....  
I ... CANNOT FIND ... ?!?!?  
  
A way to put ...  
Their Thoughts ... in rhyme ... !?!  
  
I try to be ... DIRECT ... !!!  
Just like ... " Straight Lines " ...  
when dealing with ... " Female Designs " ...  
  
But if they've got ...  
THOSE ... " **** Curves " ... !!!  
Sometimes ... I just get ... " Lost for Words " ... ?!?  
  
" Distractions " ... SEE ... !!!  
  
What a ... SPECIES ... !!!!!!?!!!!!!!  
  
That's why I write ...  
This ... Poetry ...  
to let girls know ...  
what ... " rests " ... in me ...  
  
A ... LOVE ... for you ...  
but i've been ... " Schooled " ...  
  
Don't think that i'm ...  
A .... " ****** Tool " ....  
that you can ... " USE " ...  
when you ... Want to ... !!!  
  
cos' most ... DON'T LIKE ...  
When Men ... USE THEM ... !!!  
  
Come on ladies ... !!!  
Don't act ... CRAZY ... !!?!!  
  
Fellas know ...  
How ... That One Goes ...  
  
"You used me, just to fill my hole !"  
  
"because you acted, like a pro"  
  
"What did you say ?  
You're gonna pay !"  
  
"See, there you go !  
I told you so !"  
  
RELAX ... now folks ... !!!  
It's just ... " A Joke " ... !!!  
  
But ... think it through ...  
Let those words ... SOAK ... !!!  
  
" I  LOVE " ... Women ... !!!  
But here's ... The Truth ... !!!  
  
These days ... " MOST " ...  
Just Act .... " THE FOOL " .... ?!!!?  
  
They're ... " Playing Games " ...  
and ... " LUSTING " ... Fame ...  
But .... DON'T BELIEVE ....  
in .... Taking Blame ....  
  
Why Ladies ... ???  
Do you feel ... " Ashamed " ...  
of things ... You've Done ...  
  
in the name of ... " LOVE " ... ?!?  
  
Love is ... " A WORD " ... !!!  
like ... THIS ONE ... " Virge "... !!!  
  
Yeah that's ... ME ... !!!  
  
Judge me on ...  
The way ...  I BE ... !!!  
  
NOT ... the words ... !!!  
that you ... now read ...  
or ... hear me speak ...  
  
cos ... " Some " ...  
Are ... TRUE ... !!!!!!  
  
But ... some of them  
are ... " FUNNY " ... to me ... !!!  
  
LIKE ... Some ladies ...  
that I meet ... !!! ...  
  
Come on guys ... !!!  
are you ... " with me " ... ???  
  
Don't .....  
HATE ME ... ladies ...  
I Don't ... Hate You ... !!!  
  
" Some " ... of you ...  
are ... Really Cool ... !!!!!  
  
But ...  
Just a ... " few " ...  
You know the koo' ... !!!  
  
Some of you ...  
Aren't Being ... TRUE ...  
with .... " Yourselves " .... ?!?  
  
or men ... You Choose ...  
to try to make ...  
things ... " Work " ... with you ...  
  
" Give " ... Your Love ...  
WITHOUT ... " Entrapment " ...  
cos right now .... " Time " ....  
is ... FAST ... Elapsing ... !!!!!! ...  
  
and ... THE TRUTH IS  ...  
  
You're a ... BEAUTIFUL ...  
  
.... " Distraction " ....
Simply, One of the, if not, The... BEST DISTRACTION ... !!!
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2017
diacritical marks are not so much
   refining accents,
   as invigorating syllables -
and from what i've heard -
      the poles are mesmerising in
their clear-cutting of words -
thanks to a few stress marks in
the diacritical dimension;
it's almost funny how the english,
on the other hand,
sometimes veer into the:
i don't know how to pronounce that,
word... it's almost too common
to be comical, sorry, i'm not being
sarcastic, just **** pedantic.

take for example the japanese word
sūdoku -
       ah... you can write that another way...
i already transcended the slavic
orthodoxy by invoking an
orthographic change to the grapheme
sz via the already existing
                                                  š -
as i might also revise the grapheme
cz with a caron c - č -
    while at the same time disregarding
the caron z (ž) -
why? just tell me, is it a shaker or
a choker? (sh = sz, germanic through
to slavic, ch = cz, 180°).
   so the caron over the zee, zed, zippy,
isn't helpful, not in the least,
   i have to curate orthography for a reason,
and as i said before:
  you can only speak of orthography
if you apply diacritical marks -
an i or a j does not count in english...
even though i is actually a headless horseman
in greek: ι - ιoτα...
you hear that?
               ancient greece morphed into
modern day russia,
while ancient rome morphed into
america: same ****, different cover,
  a much larger cover, but still the same
****.
besides the point...

while some philosophers mind the nitty-gritty
of dialectics,
i prefer the solitude of toying with
diacritics,
  where others concern themselves
with metaphysics,
i concern myself with orthography -
which means:
                       what is to be made of
the para- affix in what makes up
  the trinity of benzene ring attachment -
paranormal, para-"physics"?
           we have to options though...
it's either the orthodoxy of s
or it's the revision, via what probably
sound more japanese:
   súdokú! that crisp smacker of a leather
boot done after marching in formation
and standing to attention,
typical in samurai films:
  a waterfall syllables: su-do-ku!
said really quickly.
   i'd settle for súdokū -
and why would i disturb the original
orthographic aesthetic?
      macron over a letter implies: prolonged...
soo do'h koo...
             you unravel the last of diacritical
application in english and you get
the ugly english, the butters english of east
london / innit bruv?!
                su!-d'oh!-koo -
but we don't have to change orthodoxy,
orthodox application of my revision might
precipitate in 50 to a 100 years,
   at the moment we're merely entertaining
the notion that, it might happen.
i already transcended orthographic
orthodoxy with the s / c + z graphemes using
the caron... so, why not?

  at puzzle no. 9434 i started wondering,
what if europeans reinvented the original japanese,
and instead of using 1 - 9 in the digit
puzzle, instead used a - i?
        ha, how convenient, a.i.

A = 1, B = 2, C = 3, D = 4, E = 5, F = 6, G = 7, H = 8, I = 9

e.g.

F  H  C  A  I  E  G  D  B
G  A  E  D  B F  H  C  I
B  D  I   H  C G  A  E  F
I                                    E
E              ­                     A
A                                  H
D                         ­         C                            
C                         ­          G
H  F  G  B  E  C   I   A D

just to pretend the ancient romans invented
the japanese puzzle, for fun; why not?

but it wouldn't catch on, i know for sure,
since what i discovered at puzzle no.
9434 are the súdokū shíkakū -
blind spots!
           these japanese puzzles are not
that difficult,
   well, what they certainly are almost akin
to optical illusions -
     there's no real logic involved,
there's no real: 1 + 1 x 20 - 6.5 x 3 etc. -
the thinking behind the puzzle is
purely optical, hence the emergence of
súdokū shíkakū -

  which would be probably more
apparent if the digits were replaced by
letters -
                mind you: the empty squares
resemble 0, and i wonder, is the digit
0 interfering with me looking for
the other digits, just like replacing
1 - 9 with A - I be hindered by
phonetic digits J - Z?
  
   after all, the orientals have not concept
of phonetic digits - since they
do not have an alphabet...
           some people them ideograms,
i just call them syllables...

                    and for a language as the oriental
languages: so intricately written,
   sorry, but the end result in actual talk is
anything but spectacular;

which can only account for
  the only digits they do know -
      unlike the europeans with their digit
structure in both letter and number -
almost muddled - or actually muddled
   via dyslexia / dyscalculia -
and that being said:
   i had a friend with dyslexia...
  ended up working in a bank...
         as is the case with most dyslexics...
really good at numbers,
like the orientals...
                                        and like the example
of me: i'm not so good with numbers,
unless they are puzzling -
                 but that does not mean
that i'm an erratic spender either;

but that doesn't matter,
   one man becomes a calculator,
another becomes a dictionary,
words are like math after all,
   it's just a case of different wiring.
AJ Mayfield Sep 2015
What happens the first instant
after our world's end
Is everything still, the pendulum
that lost its surly swing

Does the carven clock sit idle,
not quite enough cuck
to manage one more koo—
But still there’s something left

Or is it a different sort of spring,
not then unwinding fate
But coiling tightly, tighter still
until it snaps, breaks free

Destroys the maker’s hand,
rips down the veil of heaven
And damning every prophet,
sheds wild starlight, wand'ring still
Orakhal Nov 2020
av woond -  vwash maya

neeth - kh ya dash - shhma kh

t yeh t yeh - mal koo tha kh-

neh kh wayt- zeve yan akh-

ay khannad - vwash maya -
aph var ha


hawv lan - lakh mad -
sun kh yanan - ya omana

vwash vo khlan - khau v yen -
wah kh tah kh yen -
ay khana - daph kh nan -
shh vwo kh yan - l
- kha  av yen -

wela - tah lan -  l nee s yuna

ela - patzan - min - bisha

metol - dila khe - mal khu  tha -
wah hala - watesh vukh tah -

lah lam
al min
am yen
we  love to embody languages of all kind
as feeling and resonance

we hold vibration of love at the chest
as we engage any vibrational conversation thru  word and sound

the prayer we announce here sounds beautiful as you flow air and sound and its serious fun to learn
and also has a very powerful
sphere charge effect on being

we write phonetically
for ease of say
the dashes state the end and beginning of a word

shine brightly and in joy


breath tones
speak breathy to air effect

kha khe khi kho khu
tha the thi tho thu
shhh
blue Jul 2015
It started with a whisper I heard when the wind blew.
The words I heard were like nothing I had heard, It was like hearing something new.
So I cherish the four words that I heard; and they were
I love you blue.
Now that was koo,
I thought it through coming up with the notion that nothing in this
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
I pose as this person by day
Who admits
To the others, his brothers
No god he submits
To more regal in splendor
More real in its form
More unruly enraged in
Its wrath firestorm
None its equal in might
Of life-giving aflame
The sol only creator
False prophets disclaim
But in vain is my quest
To convince them or dare
For with all of their deities
Mine gladly shares
Its irrefutable
Undisputed dominion
Across the sky realms
Of religious opinion
And sets upon Earth
With its mercy in tow
Reappearing each day
As its progeny grows
To discover the omniscient
Secrets it frequents
In flight, alight bright
Until someday, we reach it
sandbar Sep 2017
Lovestones, lovelocks, lodesoul
Do it right, numbskull
Pinky length pencil fingers
to write this with
Another rosy day
in the ward
Coo-koo coo-koo
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2017
the diacritical markings are there for a reason, they are intended for a sharp japanese pronunciation: no breaking apart of su-from-doku... soodo(h)koo! hai! there's a reason why i have managed to ask myself the reason for transcending mere letters... reign from above: in the realm of diacritical markings... hence? hai... as the japanese would state (very quickly): sūdokú! hai.

in only came to me upon no. 9242 puzzle...
i wanted to write the most accurate schematic,
i.e. sūdokú in algebraic form...
some might add: a three dimensional
concept, within a two dimensional
working "thesis"...
               i can't stress enough why or how
i'm fascinated with this ****** puzzle...
but i am, and i will never be able to
solve a single *******'s worth of
a crossword puzzle...
     i'll just open a thesaurus and get,
pretty much the same; a short-cut!
**** yeah!
              but sūdokú? that's different:
samuria: soodohkoo! hai... hai.
       better still: haí - shee?
    (said with teeth tattooed with honey) -
oolmoosht a gee of a j, aha, haí?
******* better learn to swim the next
time a tsunami breath comes from the belly
of poseidon; and where was the japanese
army, dropping bombs into the tsunami wave
to distort it, disperse it? where?
         noooooo where, busy cracking tetris;
but i have it! i have the algebra form
of understanding sūdokú...
   after all, it's an imploded lament cofiguration
(i like my cubes, i like my cubes
very much, i like my cubes because i like
hellraiser II (hellbound) and hellraiser IV
(bloodlines)... i like my cubes imploded
onto a page... i like my cubes -
i get fickle with lightbulbs too,
   the on-and-off i.c.d. - i get to think
if i do the lightbulb "trick" enough times...
my i.q. status will sky-rocket)...
   it's a wonder though:
  ever heard someone with a high i.q. score
tell a decent joke?
              i haven't, and i hope i never will;
it would simply break me theory that:
you have to be a complete ******* to make
people laugh...
      really intelligent people don't know
the basis for encouraging a laugh...
  they just employ "intelligent" jokes,
but their intelligent jokes are reduced to be
being jokes... only if supported by canned laughter.
oh yeah...
     so... sūdokú no. 9242?
   reads almost like an auschwitz check-list...
so, sūdokú 9242 (
empire of the sun
was godly... esp. the young batman singing
that kamikaze song, shay shoon toong sho -
whatever the **** it was, i cried) -
i worked the algebra format,
i had to, look how complicated the asiatic
languages are,
they don't have the rigid 26 letter format,
they have syllables...
        somewhere between the greeks,
that treated their letters as syllables in
the noun format: rho vs. r...
           and where did the castratos come from?
from the sing-along "republic" of the vatican...
i say a, the greeks say alpha,
         the chinese? *******:
    picking up match-sticks with chopsticks!
and thirty thousand complicated years later,
i'm saying chew, and they have used up
my patience, using | | | | | | | |,
or whatever number was used to write a syllable:
the chinese are good at mathemtics,
why? they have absolutely no concept of
a ******* letter!
   of course they'll master it!
look at them... a ******* billion of them!
i haven't finished the puzzle
but i have the schematics of 1 - 9 in algebra form...

   y    x    
 *
 x*    xy   x        x        x       x     x     x      x
         x     xyz    xz      xz
         x     xz      xyz    xz
         x     xz      xz      xyz
         x                                  xy
         x                                         xy
         x                                                 xy
         x                                                       xy

oh, i make my sign of the cross,
    it's an optical game after all,
you spot the heretical (english) concept
of a straight line... i.e. you invite a third
mediating coordinate...
   when drawing a straight line you
don't really need the pythagorean equation,
you just get your point (a) leads to
point (b), or you buy an a - z...

the title? i became annoyed at the optical
illusion in the puzzle,
one of the numbers wasn't showing up...
so i clenched my teeth and said to myself:
no way are you going to publish this
not having solved the puzzle...
   i almost finished with a question mark,
but then i spotted the:

   x 4 x
   x x x
   x 4 x                           blunder...
      
i once stated that learning the greek alphabet
could ease solving the puzzle...
now i'm thinking algebra notation will suffice...

oh, i still perform the *sign of the cross
...
but i'm not into lazy sundays...
  i blind the blank squares
with my pen, mostly doing
only the: in nomine patris,
           et filii...
                           by orthodox concern
i'm leaving the third "person" blank...
    solving a sūdokú, i only have the #...
oops...
                only heretics know more orthodox
mysteries of a religion, than
the actual orthodox useful idiots dare to mind;
e.g., a choir in a st. petersburg cathegral was
singing, i sat on the floor,
  i was told to get up,
  and ******* the priest who was reciting
the bible and not facing the crowd...
                          wha', da' ****, izz, dis?!
burn *******, burn!
  the roof is on fire, we don't need no
water let the ******* burn,
burn *******... burn!
   you pushed way beyond a justifiable
aggreviance of suggested ritual...
this aint'the ******* louvre...
    i want to be the doubting thomas...
you don't want to execute the rights of
a doubtful thomas?!
   have your little transgender ****,
      guess who you're going to see more of?
******* muslims!
               take the fairy-tale,
forget you ever looked at, or read
the nag hammadi library excavated with
poetic brilliance, in 1945, just after
the twins hiroshima & nagasaki were born;
and before every operation i ever had,
i always asked the anaesthetist... *quo vadis?
Vane glorious and absolutistic,
     though I defiantly,
     cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
     mine acidic breast

houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
     barbaric, and bubonic
     cannibalistic demons within thy
     safely guarded Pandora chest
atomic cesium clock

     timed to trigger avast
     burst of anxiety, frenzy, and
     (What me worry
     Alfred E. Neuman) blast
ting mental quietude at most
     inappropriate, inconvenient,

     inopportune, out classed
adrenaline rush, nausea,
     palpitating heart, vertigo
besieging, corrupting,
     endeavoring fractured arrant

cleft daemonic gripping
     hellishly psychic chant
rendering unto sieze ****,
     a choking vise grip extant
yule hiss sieze indomitable

     banshee fully controlling grant
diabolic, dogmatic, and dynamic,
     anguished corporeal ache
easily, egregiously, and emblematically,
     exemplified historically

     graphic fatalistic, and ecstatic coup,
     (koo), when I caused furious frantic flight,
     and/or fight betake
king angst causing just desserts
     for Marie Antoinette,

     who got her humble pie cake,
thence dispensing with formalities,
     where a joshing drake
     (named Gill O. Teen)

also known (solely known
     to mine selfish source error ways)
alias i.e. as; the Lewis (loose)
     lunatic, heady harvester,
     and decapitation Deacon trumpeting,

     trouncing, and triumphing tranquility
     for fifty three Tuesdays,
thence sea king punishing psychotic
     pre pound payment
     basking in glory (re: gory us)

     amidship crashing quays
music to mine ears hearing plaintive neighs
high pitched straining
     vocal chord hamstrung keys
regaling oceanographic
     lambent hagiographic essays
and keeping at bathos bays.
mother from the womb
my caress has ended
by
waves
of
doom


she cried me
an
ladder to climb
the ladder
are the
first
to
fall from mine

come lay with me
let me sweep you
in
my
arms

she comes to me
our embrace
fallen
as
stars

together we are falling
this hand held blind
she watches me
from
the
clock
my koo-koo
always right on time

we caught her reflection
looking
in
the
water


they were pools
of
her
tears

she watches me again
swallowing her petals
she
is
so
lovely
watch again
as we dance
glitter falls like snow flakes
from the universe's hand
spinning my direction
her dress tangled me
in
her plans
her hair she braids
to the waves blue seas
she has me made
whispers
breathe on
me
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