"lek" poems - Hello Poetry

At the money table, Cain and Abel, Abraham and Isaac, And neither one cares how you’ll pay as long as it is not a check, Brassy appendages obversely curl to abruptly angular truncated legs-upon-his-lek, And the proof of who he represents hangs weightily about his Plouton neck, See the cotton-wafer stacks shuffled as bricks in rows to the translucent deck, The waiver now giving its woe whence once wished-for upon the Great Molech? Mr. crooked hook-nose at his compose will take on any bet, As Sheol will have it, many lament, being in his debt, A Canaan cursed and tribal descendant, the relative of Set. For with misery and suffering well you get what you beget!

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Jun 14, 2016

Jun 14, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

The Gamble

At the money table, Cain and Abel, Abraham and Isaac, And neither one cares how you’ll pay as long as it is not a check, Brassy appendages obversely curl to abruptly angular truncated legs-upon-his-lek, And the proof of who he represents hangs weightily about his Plouton neck, See the cotton-wafer stacks shuffled as bricks in rows to the translucent deck, The waiver now giving its woe whence once wished-for upon the Great Molech? Mr. crooked hook-nose at his compose will take on any bet, As Sheol will have it, many lament, being in his debt, A Canaan cursed and tribal descendant, the relative of Set. For with misery and suffering well you get what you beget!

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dat betch iz out of mi liek 4 gud & out of mi baez lief bc she a sloot & nu 1 lek hur & she st00pid & sh3 tri 2 taek me bae but she didmt taek him & ily bae

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Nov 12, 2014

Nov 12, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC

kailyn-senpai

brooklyn

dat betch iz out of mi liek 4 gud & out of mi baez lief bc she a sloot & nu 1 lek hur & she st00pid & sh3 tri 2 taek me bae but she didmt taek him & ily bae

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skuld skuld skuldenaar dit suis vanaand in tolbos tale rond-en-wind-ge-foeter oor ‘n dor doer pad ‘n uitgestrekte stoftong lek geraamtes tot aan die silwer koppies in die Klein Karoo se maan skuld skuld skuld–in–aar is Ma ‘n vreemdeling wat staan en tee drink in ‘n ander vrou se blou kombuis skuld skuld skuld–in–haar al starend na die krake weerspieël die vensterglas ‘n aarde broos verbrokkel maar die reën sal kom my kind die reën sal kom profeteer die roes–rooi wolke al loeiend in die wind sal Ma staan onmiskenbaar soos ongetemde buffelsgras gewortel en gegrond

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC

christine-ueri

DROOGTE IN MY MOEDERTAAL

skuld skuld skuldenaar dit suis vanaand in tolbos tale rond-en-wind-ge-foeter oor ‘n dor doer pad ‘n uitgestrekte stoftong lek geraamtes tot aan die silwer koppies in die Klein Karoo se maan skuld skuld skuld–in–aar is Ma ‘n vreemdeling wat staan en tee drink in ‘n ander vrou se blou kombuis skuld skuld skuld–in–haar al starend na die krake weerspieël die vensterglas ‘n aarde broos verbrokkel maar die reën sal kom my kind die reën sal kom profeteer die roes–rooi wolke al loeiend in die wind sal Ma staan onmiskenbaar soos ongetemde buffelsgras gewortel en gegrond

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et id me borfday toodai we ar so happi dso bee 16 yodqay we wouldn lik to t6hank qaqdam rylander he had ben a grayt heelp i wood lek jew also fank solari he liked mee pomes and amde me go trending if yoo cood chair dis wev ur frends and mak me famoos i wood be appy

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Sep 12, 2017

Sep 12, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC

magicbroccoli66

ye fore mE

et id me borfday toodai we ar so happi dso bee 16 yodqay we wouldn lik to t6hank qaqdam rylander he had ben a grayt heelp i wood lek jew also fank solari he liked mee pomes and amde me go trending if yoo cood chair dis wev ur frends and mak me famoos i wood be appy

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Pomrčina… Samo se belasaju razigrane kozice, vetrić dlaku im njiše. Njihov miris fajta moj njuh u noći, tražim čizme rudarske moje, al’ nema ih ni za lek! A ja u pomrčini osećam vaš strah, vaš veseli strah i čujem vaše slabašno brečanje, o, kozice moje, cupkate ko mlada, čujem kako vam nožice po vlažnom tlu žudno biju. Da utehu nađem, boli da me minu, kad nežno se protegne niz dolinu meeeeeee… S praskozorjem bi vam se prikrao, al’ čizama mi nema! Ah, moja najgrđa mora u sutonu htenja, ništa moje večno bilo nije, ni za Novu godinu pihtije!

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC

lovke

kozice moje

Pomrčina… Samo se belasaju razigrane kozice, vetrić dlaku im njiše. Njihov miris fajta moj njuh u noći, tražim čizme rudarske moje, al’ nema ih ni za lek! A ja u pomrčini osećam vaš strah, vaš veseli strah i čujem vaše slabašno brečanje, o, kozice moje, cupkate ko mlada, čujem kako vam nožice po vlažnom tlu žudno biju. Da utehu nađem, boli da me minu, kad nežno se protegne niz dolinu meeeeeee… S praskozorjem bi vam se prikrao, al’ čizama mi nema! Ah, moja najgrđa mora u sutonu htenja, ništa moje večno bilo nije, ni za Novu godinu pihtije!

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(The Greater Prairie Chicken: a grouse of open grassland, is known for its mating dance. Males display together in a communal lek, where they raise ear-like feathers above their heads, inflate orange sacs on the sides of their throats, and stutter-step around while making a deep hooting moan.) So how you gonna keep ‘em Down on the farm after they’d seen Paree? After “displaying together” in Their own private lek-- Communal though it was. It’s May in Hemetucky. I just got back from my Twilight constitutional, As Truman called it. Harry—since I was born in 1949— Tribute for my first Commander-in-Chief. The moon was misted, More than half full, Myself half in the bag, As they say. As you know by know, I live in one of those gated, Golf-coursed, over-55 Lunatic Asylums, A communal lek, as they say. I’m stutter schlepping around the block In my pajamas remembering that big sign, So full of promise--ACTIVE SENIORS— A veritable sexually promiscuous Welcome Mat. I made an assumption, you see, That children of the 60s grown old Would relish a life of legal **** in a Gated sanctuary with hours upon hours of “Let’s Hide the Pepperoni.” I knew I missed those years, That era of bra-burning & Birth Control. “Girls Gone Wild,” Wonton ******* & ******* A bowl of Won-Ton carnality: Wild abandon, mature ladies, Their ******* in a *** At the bottom of their purse, (Thank you, Joan Osborne) Joan Osborne - Right Hand Man Lyrics | MetroLyrics http://www.metrolyrics.com/right-hand-man-lyrics-joan-osborne.htmlLyrics to 'Right Hand Man' by Joan Osborne. Let me use your toothbrush / Have you got a clean shirt? / My ******* in a *** /at the bottom of my purse / I walk. (www.advertise/right-in-the-middle-of-fucking-poem.com) Yet, I languish here Here in the now, Having shown my cards too often. After 10 years here no woman Takes me seriously, Given my unserious reputation, Not to be taken seriously. Which explains why I spend So much of my time in Italy Lately.

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May 6, 2017

May 6, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC

giuseppi-martino-buonaiuto

“Tympanuchus Cupido: Order Galliformes, Family Phasianidae”

(The Greater Prairie Chicken: a grouse of open grassland, is known for its mating dance. Males display together in a communal lek, where they raise ear-like feathers above their heads, inflate orange sacs on the sides of their throats, and stutter-step around while making a deep hooting moan.) So how you gonna keep ‘em Down on the farm after they’d seen Paree? After “displaying together” in Their own private lek-- Communal though it was. It’s May in Hemetucky. I just got back from my Twilight constitutional, As Truman called it. Harry—since I was born in 1949— Tribute for my first Commander-in-Chief. The moon was misted, More than half full, Myself half in the bag, As they say. As you know by know, I live in one of those gated, Golf-coursed, over-55 Lunatic Asylums, A communal lek, as they say. I’m stutter schlepping around the block In my pajamas remembering that big sign, So full of promise--ACTIVE SENIORS— A veritable sexually promiscuous Welcome Mat. I made an assumption, you see, That children of the 60s grown old Would relish a life of legal **** in a Gated sanctuary with hours upon hours of “Let’s Hide the Pepperoni.” I knew I missed those years, That era of bra-burning & Birth Control. “Girls Gone Wild,” Wonton ******* & ******* A bowl of Won-Ton carnality: Wild abandon, mature ladies, Their ******* in a *** At the bottom of their purse, (Thank you, Joan Osborne) Joan Osborne - Right Hand Man Lyrics | MetroLyrics http://www.metrolyrics.com/right-hand-man-lyrics-joan-osborne.htmlLyrics to 'Right Hand Man' by Joan Osborne. Let me use your toothbrush / Have you got a clean shirt? / My ******* in a *** /at the bottom of my purse / I walk. (www.advertise/right-in-the-middle-of-fucking-poem.com) Yet, I languish here Here in the now, Having shown my cards too often. After 10 years here no woman Takes me seriously, Given my unserious reputation, Not to be taken seriously. Which explains why I spend So much of my time in Italy Lately.

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What Would You do... if I spelt like dis? if I spawk lek des? if I drrooonneeedd lliiiikkkeee tthhhiiissss? if I SCREAMED LIKE THIS? if I talkedlikethis? if I didn't say anything at all? We are all equal, open your eyes.

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Jun 15, 2012

Jun 15, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC

steven-fried

What would you do

What Would You do... if I spelt like dis? if I spawk lek des? if I drrooonneeedd lliiiikkkeee tthhhiiissss? if I SCREAMED LIKE THIS? if I talkedlikethis? if I didn't say anything at all? We are all equal, open your eyes.

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we’re all the same i am like my dad i am like my mum and siblings i am not a dweeb or freak i am a cool party dude who loves to party hardy won’t stardy i am never tardy, in fact, i am a smart a lek i am the coolest dude in canberra but i am an adult who really loves to party a big man sat next to me with his big tattoos and said hows ti going mate, you have a few great tattoos on ya, don’t ya fella he said yeah mate i have, i am here to be tough, mate i am here, mate to have fun, with beer coke and spirits, mate i will mix you beloved coke with bourbon and get ****** we like to party we like to party all day and all night i party on and don’t wanna fight cause, i am a nice person, a good bloke, so to speak i never want to fall in a heap my old best mates don’t wanna be my mates anymore i mucked with them, cause i and they were cool, i was a little young dude i hated the mates, who wanted me to fight, i can’t stand fighting, i am nice my mate pat helped me, he was like a second daddy to me, i liked that dude, where is he i asked pat to go to a nightclub, the firehouse, and blind beggars and private bin and hungry horse i went to *** black to pl;ay a computer game, yeah i was radically awesome look what i done, i fooled my dad and my mum, cause why do they treat me like them get that stupid guy who nicked my lunch out of my head, unless he treats me like a little young dude for i am reformed now, i don’t stare wrongly anymore i still call patrick my best mate, ok, dad was weird, ok but we’re all the same

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Feb 22, 2015

Feb 22, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

we're all the same, me you and my best mate patrick

we’re all the same i am like my dad i am like my mum and siblings i am not a dweeb or freak i am a cool party dude who loves to party hardy won’t stardy i am never tardy, in fact, i am a smart a lek i am the coolest dude in canberra but i am an adult who really loves to party a big man sat next to me with his big tattoos and said hows ti going mate, you have a few great tattoos on ya, don’t ya fella he said yeah mate i have, i am here to be tough, mate i am here, mate to have fun, with beer coke and spirits, mate i will mix you beloved coke with bourbon and get ****** we like to party we like to party all day and all night i party on and don’t wanna fight cause, i am a nice person, a good bloke, so to speak i never want to fall in a heap my old best mates don’t wanna be my mates anymore i mucked with them, cause i and they were cool, i was a little young dude i hated the mates, who wanted me to fight, i can’t stand fighting, i am nice my mate pat helped me, he was like a second daddy to me, i liked that dude, where is he i asked pat to go to a nightclub, the firehouse, and blind beggars and private bin and hungry horse i went to *** black to pl;ay a computer game, yeah i was radically awesome look what i done, i fooled my dad and my mum, cause why do they treat me like them get that stupid guy who nicked my lunch out of my head, unless he treats me like a little young dude for i am reformed now, i don’t stare wrongly anymore i still call patrick my best mate, ok, dad was weird, ok but we’re all the same

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i lek cocan et id good foe mu nosse alt gr

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Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC

magicbroccoli66

whit lens

i lek cocan et id good foe mu nosse alt gr

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