"lech" poems - Hello Poetry

why do i have to be a dog for my cats? the male one is teasing my neighbour's dog... the dog starts barking, doesn't stop... so i start barking... a dismembered word rough with a range of neared onomatopoeias... i hate barking, it never sounds like a dog... more like a dinosaur... Ra! (a name for a roar), a tongue's trill at the bookie's in-between... i hate barking... or like at the chemists, an old man and me, i had the seat, asked if he wanted it, he said no, we were both waiting for a prescription... 'well, if you're not taking it i'll stand with you in show of solidarity' my arms folded like a pigeon or a crow strutting... well, if he ain't going to sit i'm not going to sit either.... there you go, solidarity, **** Wałensa... mushy mushy overgrown moustache nozzle... brr brr... do the motorboat of oral *** like you're expressing shrivelling watching the northern lights! yep, got you... selfie taken... now make a pose for Lactose Falls of the waterfalls from your eyeing ******* yep... that's a happy couple... take two! no, you ******* go off and wait in the tourists' queue like the other 100 ******* did politely.

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Apr 5, 2016

Apr 5, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC

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barking

why do i have to be a dog for my cats? the male one is teasing my neighbour's dog... the dog starts barking, doesn't stop... so i start barking... a dismembered word rough with a range of neared onomatopoeias... i hate barking, it never sounds like a dog... more like a dinosaur... Ra! (a name for a roar), a tongue's trill at the bookie's in-between... i hate barking... or like at the chemists, an old man and me, i had the seat, asked if he wanted it, he said no, we were both waiting for a prescription... 'well, if you're not taking it i'll stand with you in show of solidarity' my arms folded like a pigeon or a crow strutting... well, if he ain't going to sit i'm not going to sit either.... there you go, solidarity, **** Wałensa... mushy mushy overgrown moustache nozzle... brr brr... do the motorboat of oral *** like you're expressing shrivelling watching the northern lights! yep, got you... selfie taken... now make a pose for Lactose Falls of the waterfalls from your eyeing ******* yep... that's a happy couple... take two! no, you ******* go off and wait in the tourists' queue like the other 100 ******* did politely.

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she's a mess. a repugnant creature who doesn't know how to live a life, merely surviving. nods to everything she's told to do, a wretched sheep following herds of lost souls. how does one never thinks for herself? he's a mess. a human with no humanity, lost his every sense to feel. delusional wight blinded by power and wealth, his money-driven grandiose reveries full of portentous capitalism. big-mouthed, greedy mortal who **** after status quo, speaks in vanity but no truth ever comes out.

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC

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Herds, Herdsman

she's a mess. a repugnant creature who doesn't know how to live a life, merely surviving. nods to everything she's told to do, a wretched sheep following herds of lost souls. how does one never thinks for herself? he's a mess. a human with no humanity, lost his every sense to feel. delusional wight blinded by power and wealth, his money-driven grandiose reveries full of portentous capitalism. big-mouthed, greedy mortal who **** after status quo, speaks in vanity but no truth ever comes out.

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alt. original fleetwood mac - breakout - kiedy byłem małym chłopcem (when i was a small boy). **** me! if this is the sort of music that was played behind the iron curtain? please! please! oh god please take me back! one and only one example is sufficient: breakout's kiedy byłem małym chłopcem... (when i was a small boy)... it's like listening to fleetwood mac... oh wait... peter green's fleet... before the female vocals... ha ha... "cultural appropriation"... white boy's blues... could be a genre, could be... was. http://tinyurl.com/ycql35uu. yeah, communism was all bad... solidarity activists infiltrated an iron maiden concert with badges in warsaw or katowice (sputnik), sent ol' **** wałęnsa to florida in hawaiian shorts... plus plus... oj, leszek... niezły floral pa-pa-tern! the story of breakout parallels that of fleetwood mac... great blues bands... guitars of the former band: pan nalepa... oh yeah, no culture under the iron curtain, universal shared misery that hoped to attain a plataeu of shared misery... very bad, bad bad bad, all bad! ah, i won't even mind talking about the coal-miners' saint that was gierek... and some said: hallucinating maggie had all the wild cards ready for a reagan insurrection... howdie pawtner... (sure, quick i.e. in howdie, alt. howdy)... giddie up! we're heading for the rodeo! and a texan bush-wackers' tight-nip, getting spanked with a cactus! ye-ha! alt.? no hyphen, two acutes: yé há! branches... gotta break 'em.

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Jun 22, 2017

Jun 22, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC

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music from behind the iron curtain

alt. original fleetwood mac - breakout - kiedy byłem małym chłopcem (when i was a small boy). **** me! if this is the sort of music that was played behind the iron curtain? please! please! oh god please take me back! one and only one example is sufficient: breakout's kiedy byłem małym chłopcem... (when i was a small boy)... it's like listening to fleetwood mac... oh wait... peter green's fleet... before the female vocals... ha ha... "cultural appropriation"... white boy's blues... could be a genre, could be... was. http://tinyurl.com/ycql35uu. yeah, communism was all bad... solidarity activists infiltrated an iron maiden concert with badges in warsaw or katowice (sputnik), sent ol' **** wałęnsa to florida in hawaiian shorts... plus plus... oj, leszek... niezły floral pa-pa-tern! the story of breakout parallels that of fleetwood mac... great blues bands... guitars of the former band: pan nalepa... oh yeah, no culture under the iron curtain, universal shared misery that hoped to attain a plataeu of shared misery... very bad, bad bad bad, all bad! ah, i won't even mind talking about the coal-miners' saint that was gierek... and some said: hallucinating maggie had all the wild cards ready for a reagan insurrection... howdie pawtner... (sure, quick i.e. in howdie, alt. howdy)... giddie up! we're heading for the rodeo! and a texan bush-wackers' tight-nip, getting spanked with a cactus! ye-ha! alt.? no hyphen, two acutes: yé há! branches... gotta break 'em.

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Through labour divine have I crowned my true self Through heart I have nurtured pours love so to help Mine eye witness the highest of truths Whilst the lexical throat turns to glorious sooth With grumbling pride geared forth in direction Clutched sacral chamber in the hope of perfection To be found Let the beast within me refuse to bow In the face of doubt Conjure king bearing iron sickle With this riddle he tickles and teaches me That to let go risks one anonymity To the passage of time I shall have to decline thy generosity For his other bears specular mountain to climb So I may look upon splendorous peaks of life’s mind to remember How these steely, dark quandaries must be quietened and tempered Upon the anvil of hope The hammer of the philanthropist’s humour will bear down On this ill-advised, mischievous sprite renowned As she nibbles at my future’s lobe with sensual demeanour It is a pleasure to see her Yet I know this dark queen is a **** in disguise As the beast rattles its cage demanding demise Of the higher self One stroke I allow For the sake of goodbyes These phantom personas aside We will quickly define ourselves Alive and well Each limb we have is able to tell The story of our privilege Honour this Dally not This is your shot With the arrow of certainty Blessed with serendipity Honed by universal energy To focus your senses Then fire away The reward is life’s blessing Beginning this day

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Jun 23, 2017

Jun 23, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC

zani

Sovereignty

Through labour divine have I crowned my true self Through heart I have nurtured pours love so to help Mine eye witness the highest of truths Whilst the lexical throat turns to glorious sooth With grumbling pride geared forth in direction Clutched sacral chamber in the hope of perfection To be found Let the beast within me refuse to bow In the face of doubt Conjure king bearing iron sickle With this riddle he tickles and teaches me That to let go risks one anonymity To the passage of time I shall have to decline thy generosity For his other bears specular mountain to climb So I may look upon splendorous peaks of life’s mind to remember How these steely, dark quandaries must be quietened and tempered Upon the anvil of hope The hammer of the philanthropist’s humour will bear down On this ill-advised, mischievous sprite renowned As she nibbles at my future’s lobe with sensual demeanour It is a pleasure to see her Yet I know this dark queen is a **** in disguise As the beast rattles its cage demanding demise Of the higher self One stroke I allow For the sake of goodbyes These phantom personas aside We will quickly define ourselves Alive and well Each limb we have is able to tell The story of our privilege Honour this Dally not This is your shot With the arrow of certainty Blessed with serendipity Honed by universal energy To focus your senses Then fire away The reward is life’s blessing Beginning this day

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By: Cedric McClester “I wonder how many me,s there are? Said the alleged victim, who bares the scar Left by a child molester who passed the bar Upon his denial, so there you are She’s quite convinced that she’s not alone, Not the only underage one that he has known Now that it’s out that it’s out there His cover is blown I wonder how many me,s there might be That have yet to come forward, guess we’ll have to see Because refreshingly, women seem to be free To speak truth to power no matter who it might be They’re coming out in droves, one after another And his inclination is to deny and to smother What they have to say that he did back when The pendulum favored solely the men I wonder how many me,s are out there Who’ve been put through the wringer, and do we care? About the sordid details that they finally share Now that they’ve made us painfully aware I wonder about this too instead Is the issue isolated or is it widespread Those are the things that have entered my head Based on what I’ve heard that somebody said I wonder how many me,s remain silent Choosing to be your average shrinking violet Whether their **** was docile or was violent They’re still gonna act as if they’re Inviolate But all of those me,s out there, know the deal It’s not speculation for them it’s for real And they’ve chosen to let us kn ow how they feel Which has been met with mass appeal Cedric McClesrer, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC

cedric-mcclester

I Wonder How Many Me,S There Are?

By: Cedric McClester “I wonder how many me,s there are? Said the alleged victim, who bares the scar Left by a child molester who passed the bar Upon his denial, so there you are She’s quite convinced that she’s not alone, Not the only underage one that he has known Now that it’s out that it’s out there His cover is blown I wonder how many me,s there might be That have yet to come forward, guess we’ll have to see Because refreshingly, women seem to be free To speak truth to power no matter who it might be They’re coming out in droves, one after another And his inclination is to deny and to smother What they have to say that he did back when The pendulum favored solely the men I wonder how many me,s are out there Who’ve been put through the wringer, and do we care? About the sordid details that they finally share Now that they’ve made us painfully aware I wonder about this too instead Is the issue isolated or is it widespread Those are the things that have entered my head Based on what I’ve heard that somebody said I wonder how many me,s remain silent Choosing to be your average shrinking violet Whether their **** was docile or was violent They’re still gonna act as if they’re Inviolate But all of those me,s out there, know the deal It’s not speculation for them it’s for real And they’ve chosen to let us kn ow how they feel Which has been met with mass appeal Cedric McClesrer, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

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