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"leastwise" poems
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin' All the place where he had fell. And I says, apostrophisin' That uncommon woful wreck: "Your position's so surprisin' That I tremble for your neck!" Then that ruin, smilin' sadly And impressive, up and spoke: "Well, I wouldn't tremble badly, For it's been a fortnight broke." Then, for further comprehension Of his attitude, he begs I will focus my attention On his various arms and legs-- How they all are contumacious; Where they each, respective, lie; How one trotter proves ungracious, T' other one an alibi. These particulars is mentioned For to show his dismal state, Which I wasn't first intentioned To specifical relate. None is worser to be dreaded That I ever have heard tell Than the gent's who there was spreaded In that elevator-well. Now this tale is allegoric-- It is figurative all, For the well is metaphoric And the feller didn't fall. I opine it isn't moral For a writer-man to cheat, And despise to wear a laurel As was gotten by deceit. For 'tis Politics intended By the elevator, mind, It will boost a person splendid If his talent is the kind. Col. Bryan had the talent (For the busted man is him) And it shot him up right gallant Till his head began to swim. Then the rope it broke above him And he painful came to earth Where there's nobody to love him For his detrimented worth. Though he's living' none would know him, Or at leastwise not as such. Moral of this woful poem: Frequent oil your safety-clutch.Porfer Poog.
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Safety-Clutch
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin' All the place where he had fell. And I says, apostrophisin' That uncommon woful wreck: "Your position's so surprisin' That I tremble for your neck!" Then that ruin, smilin' sadly And impressive, up and spoke: "Well, I wouldn't tremble badly, For it's been a fortnight broke." Then, for further comprehension Of his attitude, he begs I will focus my attention On his various arms and legs-- How they all are contumacious; Where they each, respective, lie; How one trotter proves ungracious, T' other one an alibi. These particulars is mentioned For to show his dismal state, Which I wasn't first intentioned To specifical relate. None is worser to be dreaded That I ever have heard tell Than the gent's who there was spreaded In that elevator-well. Now this tale is allegoric-- It is figurative all, For the well is metaphoric And the feller didn't fall. I opine it isn't moral For a writer-man to cheat, And despise to wear a laurel As was gotten by deceit. For 'tis Politics intended By the elevator, mind, It will boost a person splendid If his talent is the kind. Col. Bryan had the talent (For the busted man is him) And it shot him up right gallant Till his head began to swim. Then the rope it broke above him And he painful came to earth Where there's nobody to love him For his detrimented worth. Though he's living' none would know him, Or at leastwise not as such. Moral of this woful poem: Frequent oil your safety-clutch.Porfer Poog.
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The following is based on a true story. This dude came into my work 3 years ago and literally did not possess the vocabulary to order his food. I don't know what his story is, but he inspired this piece. "ill literacy" He spoke in code like birds perched on branches singing unintelligible tunes only they understand I watched him in silence my voice boxed in my voicebox in shock at the witnessing of a mis-education illiteracy personified another foster child of the SUSD system just another “unreachable” student deemed “just another” <17% of stocktonians have college degrees 17% such a juvenile # 18% leastwise is more adult-sounding in front of every high school is a flag red white blue ring ---------- middle ---------- index only the “just anothers” can read between the lines
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
ill literacy
infant star expanding pushes out all but the matter you (might) shed. one thing: moss hides stone. only burrowers & nightwalkers have ever seen it, its - inhale . exhale the space around you hums with enticing clarity and i imagine even a  stranger occasionally nearly thinks about the same millimeter of air. black ash and waking, scraping plagues of this modern world will extinguish makers of entropy, retaliatory perfection of chance leastwise: Naive won't be aware of drowning noiseless in the gray jar of foam.
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Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 3:59 PM UTC
swelling feeling
To anyone The warning Beauty is dangerously fascinating as well as the person who it dwells. Therefore, I'm not responsible for your precocious passions either your impossibilities. 1st stranger / The worker A charming smile able to break down the walls around my small heart. So he goes on his own way as far as he feels more alone. He's a charm which, however, lives in the future. Oh he's a machine, leastwise he works at speed of one. 2nd stranger / The sculptress The dissolved melancholy in her round face is extremely rare, because it's similar to mine. So many shapes! So many angles! So many views! So many plans! Oh she suffers of simplicity inside a world so complex. 3rd stranger / The dreamer Eyes of matutinal sky which once stared at me deeply, making me daydream on a folly. A boy who has been abandoned in the desert (in the desert of awareness). A boy who has been found at sea (at sea of unawareness). I envy his young eyes. Mindful eyes to everything and everyone. Eyes with an incredible innocence. Sometimes I'm like him: obsessed with folly, but full of sanity. 4th stranger / The dadaistic The most beautiful gold wires sway in front of me as well as they identify the person to whom they belong. However, I don't know why I've seen her with so much affection. She's nothing to me. She doesn't make sense like this. Perhaps her beauty is somenthing unique (and this is worthy of affection leastwise, of contemplation). 5th stranger / The artist When he speaks, his lips are voluptuous. and when he shuts up, they are just lips. I consider my appreciation somewhat sentimental although it is fatal. I make poetry in pure expression, requiring to intervene or not. I'm anxious as well as anguished and therefore I fall in love externally and internally with his impressionist beauty. Beauty which once I imagined owning with the same feeling which I dedicate him this space from a pretentious poem.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
Wonderful
To anyone The warning Beauty is dangerously fascinating as well as the person who it dwells. Therefore, I'm not responsible for your precocious passions either your impossibilities. 1st stranger / The worker A charming smile able to break down the walls around my small heart. So he goes on his own way as far as he feels more alone. He's a charm which, however, lives in the future. Oh he's a machine, leastwise he works at speed of one. 2nd stranger / The sculptress The dissolved melancholy in her round face is extremely rare, because it's similar to mine. So many shapes! So many angles! So many views! So many plans! Oh she suffers of simplicity inside a world so complex. 3rd stranger / The dreamer Eyes of matutinal sky which once stared at me deeply, making me daydream on a folly. A boy who has been abandoned in the desert (in the desert of awareness). A boy who has been found at sea (at sea of unawareness). I envy his young eyes. Mindful eyes to everything and everyone. Eyes with an incredible innocence. Sometimes I'm like him: obsessed with folly, but full of sanity. 4th stranger / The dadaistic The most beautiful gold wires sway in front of me as well as they identify the person to whom they belong. However, I don't know why I've seen her with so much affection. She's nothing to me. She doesn't make sense like this. Perhaps her beauty is somenthing unique (and this is worthy of affection leastwise, of contemplation). 5th stranger / The artist When he speaks, his lips are voluptuous. and when he shuts up, they are just lips. I consider my appreciation somewhat sentimental although it is fatal. I make poetry in pure expression, requiring to intervene or not. I'm anxious as well as anguished and therefore I fall in love externally and internally with his impressionist beauty. Beauty which once I imagined owning with the same feeling which I dedicate him this space from a pretentious poem.
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As a boy, I'd find my father sitting in the pitch dark living room, cigarette aglow, as I'd pass from my bed to the bathroom. Did the boy consider, at that late hour, what plans or fears occupied the man? Not at all, nor did the man share with the passing boy what he thought. Now he's gone. Back from that **** and many another, I can well imagine the mystery I must be to my son. Has much changed but the date and where the man fought? Most men, most times, abide in peace, leastwise not always angry or afraid they cannot save their children from the gas or the abyss about which God lied. Yet, when the boy dreams through the room in the movement of his body there's a sleepiness to make the man weep for himself, his father and the boy who comes to the darkness unafraid.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
Occupied
It hit me like brick definitely dense and so thick I thought it might be a trick the pieces snapped in and then clicked Who did I think I was? seeking to aid in the cause Not understanding my flaws giving me a hard mental pause Just a feminine fan trying to do all I can Feminists don't want support leastwise not from a man
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
I'm a male lesbian