"mmmmmm" poems
I like that thing you do with your tongue.
What do you call it?
Speaking?
Yeah, I dig it.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
when i want inspiration to write poetry
i watch a heaving tempest of kisses
they have a better flavor
than cooking shows
what's prettier than pretty pretty
in pigtails
shaking her delicious
derriere whipped Soufflé?
i'm kissing butter princess
witchy ****
spread lickity splits
eating her
with a big wide **** eating grin
like an open face dagwood
whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring
of
Adonis's plumper in paradise
filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue?
ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy
merciless, pa-leazze
fluttered big wet talking eyes
like pools of blue honey
getting it zigged zagged
hard against a redraw mouth
throttling fluted gullet
while eager throat gasps
a symphonic music of the spheres
in relentless staccato chokes
lovin her big devil **** splashing
all gym built wonder-boy
a litter of ****** and tongues
licking pig greedy
rapturous milkshake waterfalls
whimpering
mmmmmm
oooh big daddy
oh my ****** god
pillar of colossus
you Tunisian donut you
pierce me like a spoon
through summer guava
who screams like that eating lunch
but a half ate apricot?
better than a football game
I'd rather take her greek
more fun than math or small talk
preferable to a pat on the back at work
or a ridged procession at a funeral
oh beautiful dark fig
squatting crotch candy
bubbling tapioca ***
queen of
spun sugar ****
all pyrotechnics
and fluttering sinews
if you asked most
do they watch ****
they'd grow smug like a senator
or punch you in the mouth
outwardly high-minded
refusing the blessing of a
video **** parade
of pirouetting vaginas
and glistening areolas
for the glory
of the secret ************ ceremony
the *** moralists
only good for a secret ******
living their lives
with passions submerged
and nothing to confess
except for guilty offerings
as they wander through dreamland shopping malls
wanting to know
Victorias ***** little secret
seduced
but not caressed
by
a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
I'm addicted
Something I can't cure
Simple and pure
To touch and watch it melt
Mmmmmm
How so good that felt
Warm, pleasing on my lips
In little strips it drips
Under the wrapping, so strapping
****
Its a victimless crime
In my prime, it feels sublime
In my mouth, moving all around
Tastes so good, need to lie down
Creamy center, nothing so delightful
Its beautiful, insightful
Mmmmmm
Delicious, begging for more
Just need another score
Addicted to the taste
Can't let it go to waste
I'm Addicted
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Now then,(Clicks fingers and stretches out),,,I know you men out there will think i'm all cahoots,But i need to vent my feelings on the, ever, splendid, boot,There,s black boots white boots, really outta sight boots,Baby boots, Mummy boots, ever just so yummy boots,X boots, Y boots, black patent leather thigh boots,(MMMMMM)Flat boots, high boots, heels like a needles eye boots,Work boots, shopping boots, **** , real eye popping boots,Going to visit mum boots, feeling very glum boots,Welly boots, smelly boots," i'm just watching telly" boots,Car boots,"?" truck boots, "come on babe, let's **** boots,All these boots and more would make a woman want to swear,But guys, you haven't heard me go on about our underwear!!!
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
*"Once upon a time there was"
"no"
"No"
"NO"
"Many moons ago"
"There was a dreamer"
Who wished with all her heart,
To find the gold at the rainbows end,
She would look for clouds
Bursting
Up
High,
Her mother smiled.
"Are you still searching for that rainbows end"
"Pamela your dreams are the clouds"
*"Mummy a *** of gold I will find"*
"For if you latch on to one"
"You will find yourself upon the other side""
Then one morning awoke to find a rainbow
Moving over her lawn,
Blouse,
Trousers,
Shoes
On too, she had packed a case
Encase this time did come true,
She slid down the banister
"Whoooooosh"
Through the front door,
Just as it was fading
Hands did grab hold,
She was surrounded by colours
Red,
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet
All were pure and bright, then with a
"Thump"
On her bottom she did land, surrounded
By beauty, plants the colours of the rainbow
"Blue leaves"
"Grass was orange"
Sky was all shades of the rainbow too,
A *** seen, gold did gleam,
Mouth wide open,
A violent fly flew in then out,
"Gross"
And she then quickly shut her mouth,
She was over the moon, the rainbow too,
She picked it up,
Lighter than she thought??
She picked one up
Put it too her mouth,
And bit,
It was squiggly in her mouth
"Gross"
Twice in two minutes,
She was
Sullen,
Grumpy,
Tears
Did cascade from little eyes,
They came out
Colours of the rainbow
Which lightened her mood,
She wiped her tears looked once, twice
Then hands upon the rainbow,
And whoosh, she landed with a
"Thump"
On next doors cow,
"MMmmmoooooo"
Went the cow,
"AAaahhhhhhh"
Went Pamela,
She ran with a
Scare
And
Fright,
As in the distance still hearing the angry
"MMMmmoooooooooooo"
She ran to her house, opened the door,
"MUM"
"MUM"
"MUM"
With a fright her mum ran out,
"Pamela"
"My baby are you all right"
"I found the rainbow"
**"I found the ***
"I found a land of colour,"
"But the treasure wasn't right"
All said with in one breathe,
Now breath my angel,
As mother did take a coin
Opened it carefully and with the tip
Of here finger tasted it,
"MMmmmm"
So creamy, so light,
As she took her in the kitchen,
And the toaster minutes later
POPPED out,
Spreading it evenly, and eaten was
The toast crust and all,
"Mummy may I try one"
Pamela said
"Magic words my honey bear"
"Please may I try one"
And with that the toast again
POPPED out,
"MMmmmmmmm"
"My gosh mummy this tastes divine"
"You found a golden treasure that's for sure"
As they had toast each morning,
Opening a coin spreading it evenly,
"It was a taste to behold"
The treasure at the end of the rainbow,
Wasn't money, but I was something better
A taste that put a smile on faces
Every morning at breakfast time.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Exposed and bare
Standing there
Following your demands
Your treasured possession
Object of obsession
Waiting for your commands
A slave for my master
A beautiful disaster
Submissive, wanting to obey
Torment and tease or
Worship and please
I'm yours in every way
You start off slow,
From my head to my toes
Covering my body with kisses
Working wonders with your mouth
Lingering as your lips go south
"Mmmmmm you taste delicious"
My hands are bound behind my back
You give my *** a nice hard smack
Whispering in my ear "you're mine"
You place a blindfold over my eyes
Your fingers slip between my thighs
Oh god sir, I'm on cloud nine!
Your cat of nine tails across my ****
"On your knees you ***** ****
My eyes light up when he greets me
He's like a rock,
Your big, beautiful ****
I take him in my mouth completely
My tongue dances wildly
To put it mildly
He is glistening from my spit
Enclosed in my lips,
Your hands on my hips
You signal for me to quit
He's throbbing, she's aching
You make me start begging
"Please sir, I need him now!"
"Bend over and take him *****
As you ****** I start to twitch
Oh. My. God. Sir. Wow!
"Please don't stop sir! Harder! Faster"
"Wait for it ***** *** with your master"
Exploding like dynamite, we succumb
To feelings of ******
Our mutual fantasy,
Into pure oblivion
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/1qTKOdc_mDo
In the shadow of His wings He will hide me
In the shadow of His wings he will hide
deep inside
when the morning sun arrives
it is time
when the sun has filled the sky
its a sign
In the shadow of his wings he will hide me
In the shadow of His wings he will hide
deep inside
when the evening curtain falls
it is time
when our words have failed to say
its a sign
In the shadow of your wings I dare to hide
in the shadow of your wings, deep inside....
mmmmmm mmmmmmm
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
Mmmmmm......Good Morning Honey.........
Delightedly awakened by your lingual dexterity
Opening your mouth to engulf its fullness
******* and slurping, hastening its juices
From escaping and running down your chin.
Its tangy nectar making your fingers slick and sticky
A tighter grip you employ when it slips within your grasp
The sound you're making is so ****** the fullness of your lips, so enticing, .....so....so
Ah....ah............ahhh..........................aahhhhhh!!!
I do so love it when you eat sweet peaches in the morning!
Fancy a napkin?
-----ChawzzyScript
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
***Mmmmmm...
At dusk when the
moonflowers show their
faces to the silver stars.***
***Mmmmmm...
At dawn when the
monflowers hide their
faces from the golden sun.***
***Mmmmmm...
You will find me
under the shadow of the willows,
dreaming of him as he recites
verses of poetry to me.***
Mmmmmm....
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
There are no words to describe how much
You mean to me,
You are beyond my world
There are no words to explain how much
I love you,
I have never loved like this before
There are no words to tell you how much
I miss you,
I feel a void the second we part ways
There are no words to express how much
I need you in my life,
The thought of a day without you causes me physical pain
There are no words to explain how beautiful
I think you are,
The world has no equal in my eyes
There are no words to describe how much
I want you,
You are the first person I think of when I open my eyes and the last person on my mind when I close them for the night
There are no words to describe how sweet you are,
I love watching you interact with others
It makes me smile
There are no words to describe how much
I lust for you,
I long for your touch, your kiss,
your smell, your sweetness
(Mmmmmm)
There are no words to explain how much
I see us together,
When I close my eyes I can see it
When I open them I can feel it
When I am with you I just know it
There are no words
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
There Is A Reason ihop Is Open 24 Hours A Day.
It's Like A MmMmMm. Pancakes!
Like A Mouth Watering & The Sound Of Fork Scraping Plate, Kind Of Morning, Isn't It?
Sunny Saturday Morning In April, With NPR Playing Over The Radio, And The Sound Of Bacon Sizzling, Kind Of Morning.
Take It From Me.
Watched A Heavy Hearted Seventeen Year Old Sister, Ask For Breakfast Ar Midnight, And The Hours Spent Talking Away Her Heart Ache With Mom Was Just A Side Effect Of The Full Stomach.
Stumble Into This.
With Bloodshot Eyes, And Ripped Up Jeans, 5am And Hung Over.
The Waitress Will Always Take Care Of You.
It's Like Her Duty, Along Side Taking Orders And Refilling Empty Coke Glasses, She'll Serve You
Blackberry,
Blueberry,
Chocolate Chip,
Strawberry Strung,
Bananas,
And Whip Cream Shaped Like A Smiley Face,
Without Any Questions Asked.
Pancakes Are The Breakfast Of Champions. So You Remember This. Your Fork And Knife Battle Weapon, Ready To Turn This 15 Minute Meal Into A Valiant Reawakening.
And Remember You Are King Today.
Staff And Stone, And No One Can Destroy You.
Eat Up, And Be Strong.
Smile.
I Dare You.
Lick Your Fingers, And Ask For Seconds.
This Is Life, And Asking For Another Helping Has Never Been A Bad Thing.
Bite Your Tongue, Drink Back This Moment. I'd Ask You To Taste It, If Your Mouths Weren't Already Full.
I Know, There Will Be Tequila &Wine; Bottles You'll Try To Drown Yourself In.
But I've Learned Something Sticky Sweet Seems To Heal The Broken Edges Just A Little Better.
Daddy Always Said There Was A Reason The Light On The 'Waffle House' Sign Never Went Out. A Warm Plate & A Smile Is Sometimes All You Need To Make A Place Home.
The Next Time You Get Offered Pancakes, Consider It A Token Of Appreciation.
Always Say Yes.
Even If You're Not Hungry.
Take A Bite. You Won't Regret It.
I Promise.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
GREEN Chapter One
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55a.m. I made it within five minutes."
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors.
As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell Williams. I would like to open a checking and savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Williams please follow me to my office."
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level. After a days work Kenya got behind the wheel of her red BMW and started her drive home. On her way home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" answered Jewel Stonewall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?"
With a confused look on her face Jewel asked
"Is the day Friday already?"
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?"
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday."
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon."
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya."
"Ok by Jewel."
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped the police thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in here mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started he drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" answered Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
With a confused look on her face Jewel asked
"Is the day Friday already?"
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
written by Keith Edward Baucum
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
I used to dance alone in my room
I’d spin the spun black under needle
And turn till my walls became one
I’d stretch my face in strain
And mimic pain in movement
I’d measure arms and hands to
The waver of the music
I cried in concaved chest and
Screamed in legs splitting air,
Laughed in fingers spreading wide
And collapsed to the beat’s final throe
I became a simulated symphony, and
So became each dance;
My afternoon secret
I’d forget words and
Mesh into mangled body melody
mmmmmm those hands droning guitar and
a distant voice
in verse,
drumming, drumming
My body curled around each syllable,
Both in question and answer
It was pain, yes
It was heartache
Yes, it was beautiful
But I soon realized
It was not mine
- c
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
I was thinking, as I sat here. Vanilla cream scent filling the room, rain drops sweetly kissing my window... Butterfly kisses--it's like strange but that's, how I see the rain. Soft music flowing in the back-ground; Sade... Makes me want to get down. Bring-out... the **** me, or maybe this is how it's suppose to be. I was thinking, Like the moon I rise for you; You set me like the sun, in the middle of Spring-time--- tender breezes easy... I unwind. Like a gazelle... Graceful, Wild, **** Fast, and Free; Hot-as- Fire... turned-on, Yeah! That's we. Moving in and out of time, gentle- touches sweet as wine...or honey smooth as butter are your lips, rose pedals blossoms as you sway your hips. I was thinking about the taste of the nectar beneath your waist; hidden wild flowers calling out for April showers. Gently- Kissing the mouth of your gate, tongue moving slowly as passion escapes. Moans of pleasure, waves of ecstasy, an you shower me with your rain; something not like the rain... on my window pane. I was thinking, Black-Rose standing strong , hard as the wind on a winter's night... I enter your garden now wet with rain, riding waves of passion-- you... screaming my name; as one we explode. A soothing release, Like after a war-mmmmmm.....Sweet peace. I was just thinking, must have gotten taken away but... I'm just remembering yesterday. Yeah! How sweetttttt!!! I was thinking.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
Welcome to a world where people spit evil,
Like a freight train they disintegrate your soul,
Words etched into a brick wall like lies ripped into your heart
Change you
But don’t
Keep a shield of love and hope
Over your heart
To
Mmmmmmm,
Block out the haters
And you will never see the evils of mans hearts
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
SCHRöDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT
Schrödinger's cat
failed to see just what
all the fuss was
about?
It was all such
a reductive absurdum.
The cat couldn't understand
collapsing wave functions
decoherence
entanglement or whether
reality was really
quantum
to save its life.
It was aware of
one thing & one thing
only
. . .the diabolic device. . .
Cat in a metal box
with a Geiger counter
with a radioactive substance
blah blah de ****** blah
an atom decaying or something or
other &
releasing a hammer to smash
a phial of hydrocyanic acid.
Wot!
"I do not like thee Dr. Fell!"
thought the cat.
It was a very literary cat.
So all this palaver
about a cat( me? how! )
being both dead or alive or
neither dead or alive or
. . .wot!
So this is to be my great
to-be-or-not-to-be!
Welllll excuse me!
Say...doesn't the cat have his say?
So, I( clever cat that I am)
merely claw my way to the top &
disengage the device
by taking out the hammer.
So no cat was harmed
in the making of this
thought experiment.
It almost drove Schrödinger
out of his tiny little mind!
And he( hee hee )
never did discover
what ever
happened to his socks.
I forever stealing
one sock from a pair
from the open
washing machine.
Leaving him to ponder
just where socks go?
The other side of the Universe?
Oh come on Erwin...it's not
rocket science!
Now, to get back to
describing the behaviour of
a quantum entity.
"Mmmmm......mmmmmm?"
"Naw....I still don't get it!"
"Say ya couldn't see yer way
to giving me a scratch...could ya?"
"Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah
. . .there...just...there!"
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
I have very few words to utter
Selfishness is destructive…
Selfishness is the core ignition of war…
Example world war….
That selfishness kind of love…
Mmmmmm…
Has a tendecy of Love struck whip…
Leaves the heart with a longer lasting smile
Keep the heart satified till…
Very manipulative indeed
Indigenously it has claimed life of a handfull
Alot sactifised for it
Alot lost their soul to the Gream reaper for it
Alot don’t care about anything except for it…
It’s lovely…
It’s Love after all…
That selfishn kind of love…
It goes deeper and deeper
It leaves you in a galaxy of its own…
Its like the feeling of touching a star…
It gives you the benefit of doubt, that kind of 7 wonders….
It swings around with 6th senses…
It deceives the fortune tellers truth…
The words I love you that I may utter on your ear, especially unexpected in a right mood in a silent enviroment with that ****** expression of I mean it….
Taking your soul to the lost world….
Nothing can come between the two..
Let go, let free “NEVER” says the cheated heart…
Till death do us apart…
You must run as fast as you could if you come across those words “Til death do us apart” its like signing invisible contract that has a small print that says you try to break up you are death…
That selfishn kind of love has alot of clause…
The whole contract has being composed with “I love you” in BOLD the rest small print…
Good luck!
Its your choice…
Love exist…
Same as the selfish kind of love
Its Love…
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
As Olive Spectrum lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Olive's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate.
It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Olive floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Olive hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police thought Olive as she sped past by the other drivers. As Olive Spectrum pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time. "It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Olive. Olive got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors.
As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Olive as she walked up to the tall light skinned man. "Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Olive as she eyed the man up and down. "My name is Akurra Wings. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man. "Mr. Wings please follow me to my office" said Olive. As Olive and Akurra sat in Olive's office filling out papers Olive made it up in her mind that she would get to know Akurra on a personal level.
After a day's work Olive got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Olive called her best friend Jewel Stone Wall. "Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Olive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone." "I'm doing great Olive. What's up?" answered Jewel Stone Wall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors. "Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Olive. With a confused look on her face Jewel asked "Is the day Friday already?" "Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Olive. "To tell you the Truth Olive I thought the day was Thrusday" said Jewel. "No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Olive. "You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Olive" said Jewel. "Ok bye Jewel" said Olive.
Olive Spectrum was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stone Wall her childhood friend.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of FunnyMan. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't stopped by the police thought Kenya as she past by the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her
cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" asked Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
"Is the day Friday already" said Jewel.
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
Written by Epic
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
i am a hobo and a *****
and my best mate is thommo
i have a beard and i never want to cut it
cause i am a hobo and there is no doubt about it
i have salt coming from my sweat
because i am a ***** hobo
i have a filthy mind, you see if you tease me
i will tie you up with fishing line
i am a loser, because i am a hobo
being a hobo is better than being a big rich **** anyway
i feel i don’t want to work because i am an artist
i get my mates looking worried because they really care for me
hobos are cool hobos are cool, i am a hobo and proud of it
i wish patrick would get out of my head because i was a fool to ever think i was as straight as him
i am a hobo and i’m a ***** and i never shave oh no no
cause i am a hobo, and never put foot wrong unless you understand that i have changed
you see i hear patricks voice saying that he wants to do what he used to do
i say you know what used to did, he just used to
cause i am a hobo and a *****
and i work hard at cleaning the bad stuff out of my brain, yeah
i am a ***** and a hobo and patrick is a ******
i am young and i run free, you see patrick is old and grey
cause we are getting on in years, and patrick is living in the past, what a LOSER
i am a hobo and ypbbo, i don’t believe in being woosey clean
i am not to blame not to blame, for the problems of the world, it puts us in shame
a terror in paris and the world trade centre, it is horrible what the terrorists are putting this world through
i am a hobo and a ***** and my best mates name is thommo
and patrick is stuck with lyle, like what should happen
ya see dude i am ‘cool man’ and he said cool you, yeah cool me
your a boy mmmmmm i am a hobo and ***** i am having fun, dudes
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
You’re like a coffee that sends a buzz
Exhilirating;
a kind of rush
As I take a sip,
I remember the time how you kept me awake
Oh, that steamy night with hot kisses…
Mmmmmm..
like this freshly brewed coffee I have in hand
All day I could savor
the aroma and flavor
I love how it taste
Just like how I tasted you
ー
**But like a coffee stain, you leave a mark
You left a spot here in my heart**
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
YOU SEE DAD AND STAN BURNS AND STAN NIEMIC DESPITE WHAT THEY BELIEVED IN ON EARTH
FIXED A SATLLITE PLACED BY NASA, WHERE THE WA FIRES WERE PLAIN TO SEE FROM UP THERE
YOU SEE, DAD GOT HELP FROM SCIENTISTS AND PEOPLE INTERESTED IN BUILDING THE WORLD
AND I START TO FIGURE, IF WE CAN SEE THE FIRE FROM UP THERE, WHY CAN’T THE ALIEN FORCES
FORM A REALLY HEAVY RAINSTORM TO ERUPT IN WA, TO PUT THE FIRE OUT, MIND YOU
DAD, WAS HAVING A FIELD DAY, WITH THIS TELESCOPIC LENS, MAKING IT EASY FOR SCIENTISTS
TO TRACK DOWN WHEN EARTH IS IS UNDER ATTACK FROM RAGING FLOODS OR BUSHFIRES
AND, IF MORE SCIENTISTS AND ASTRONAUGHTS HAD MY BELIEF, THEY WOULD WORK WITH MY DAD
AND FORCE A BIG RAINSTORM, TO PUT OUT FIRES EVERYWHERE, YOU SEE DAD MIGHT BE DEAD
BUT HIS SPIRIT, CAN SLOWLY SAVE THE EARTH AND THE UNVERSE, EVERY BLADE OF GRASS
AND SCIENTISTS HAVE SILLY INVENTIONS SOMETIMES, BUT, MY DAD IS IMPLYING, THAT, THERE
MAYBE A WAY TO FORCE RAIN, FROMM UP ABOVE, I THINK MAYBE THAT IS WHAT THEY ARE TRYING TO DO
AND DAD AND THE TWO STAN’S DECIDED TO SEE, MMMMMM HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET RID OF THESE FIRES
YOU SEE, THERE IS WATER UP IN OUTER SPACE, WE JUST NEED TO FIND IT, DAD IS TELLING ME, TO TELL YOU
NOW, YEAH, I KNOW THERE IS WATER UP THERE, BECAUSE CLOUDS ARE FORMING LIKE A DISH IN THE SOLAR SYSTEM
AND IF WE CAN FIND OUT WHERE THIS WATER IS, IT COULD PUT THE FIRE OUT, BUT, WE NEED TO CONTROL IT
CAUSE IT COULD CAUSE FLOODS, SO JUST ENOUGH WATER TO DROWN THE FIRE, YOU SEE DADS MAN, WAS HE WAS INTERESTED IN
HELPING THE ENVIRONMENT, WE THREW HIS ASHES IN COPPINS CROSSING AND I RECYCLED HIS ASHES TIN
SO DAD CAN HELP IN THE FUTURE, AND, DAD HAS STARTED, WITH ALLOWING NASA, TO BE ABLE TO VIEW
FIRES FROM WHERE HE IS, AND I AM SURE DAD WILL BE GLAD TO HELP BRING RAIN TO THE APPROPIATE PLACES THAT NEEDS RAIN
EVEN IF IT MAKES LUCKY CRANKY, BECAUSE LUCKY BLAMED DAD FOR THE RAIN, AND NOW HE’S DEAD, DAD CAN
WORK ON CREATING RAIN ONLY IN PLACES THAT NEED IT, WHILEST LIKE EVERYONE HAS EARTH BODIES TO LOOK AFTER
NOW I AM INTRIGUED, IN HOW DAD CAN RALLY PEOPLE TOGETHER, TO BEAT THESE TERRORISTS, WHO THREATEN THE LIVES
OF PAUL BERENYI AND OTHER MEMBERS OF MY PREVIOUS LIFE, AS WELL, AS MY KIDNAPPER OF THE PAST
DAD FLEW OFF AND GOT PAUL BERENYI TO HELP HIM, FIGURE OUT A WAY TO FIND A WAY TO SEND RAIN DOWN TO
RID THE DREADED FIRES, I CAN GO UMMMMMMMM GET RID OF THESE FIRES UMMMMMMMM GET RID OF THEM NOW
UMMMMMMMMM SEND RAIN MR BARRY ALLAN, UMMMMMMM WHEN YA CAN, UMMMMMMMM GET RID OF THESE BLASTED FIRES, RIGHT NOW
YOU SEE DAD KNOWS IT WILL BE HARD WORK, BUT IT CAN BE DONE
UMMMMMMMM GET RID OF THESE FIRES UMMMMMMMMM SEND RAIN MR BARRY ALLAN, UMMMMMMM TO RID THE FIRES FOREVER AND EVER
UMMMMMMMM I WANT DAD TO GUIDE SCIENTISTS TO FIND A WAY TO MAKE RAIN, BECAUSE MY RAIN DANCE OVER SOUTH AUSTRALIA WORKED
UMMMMMMMM COME ON SCIENTISTS, LET DAD GUIDE YOU WHERE THE RAIN REALLY IS
SO NOBODY LOSES THEIR PROPERTIES, UMMMMMMMMM I KNOW IT’S HARD WORK, BUT WE MUST MEND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS
UMMMMMMMMM WE MUST MEND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS, UMMMMMMM WE MUST MEND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS
IF WE GET THE RAIN TO COME, DAD NEEDS SCIENTISTS TO HELP, UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMM I AM A BUDDHIST HEALER
UMMMMMMMMMM DAD STAN BURNS AND STAN NIEMIC AND PAUL BERENYI ARE TRYING TO HELP SCIENTISTS BRING RAIN WHERE IT NEEDS RAIN
UMMMMMMMMM EVERY BLADE OF GRASS UMMMMMMMMM EVERY BLADE OF GRASS UMMMMMMMM EVERY BLADE OF GRASS
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
mmm i should’ve
kissedyou at night
and mmm i shouldve
kissedyou in
th emorning
and i woke up
thinking about
it that’s all, you
and me under
my duvet, your
arm touching
my belly. i
remember in
the morning i
almost wanted you
to have morning
wood but there
was nothing and
i wanted to kiss you
we could be drunk and
wreckless with one
anothers hearts and
letsbe sober and hold
hands and giggle like
we dont know who
we should tell:
lets tell our best friend
lets tell nooone
teach me how to be happy
being silent, that magic
what do i want i don’t know
i don’t know you
i just want to kiss you
i think this poem
doesn’t matter
after the first
stanza because that’s
all i wanted to say;
i wrote a lot more
but it all means
mmmmmm
i should’ve
kissedyou
at night
and
mmmmmm
i shouldve
kissedyou
in th emorning
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
IF PARADISE IS HALF AS NICE
Yawns
into my morning
wearing only my
Edvard Munch’s THE SCREAM
Tee-shirt
(so that’s where it’s gone)
which is a mere
miniskirt on her
scratching a well tanned
behind.
All smeared mascara
all Cleopatra eyes
all mad crazy hair
mad as a bag of spiders
dancing
(sleepily to)
Amen Corner
on the summer radio.
Takes my toast
from my poised hand
takes a bite
crunchily...noisily
then puts it back
in exactly the same position.
Pats me
on my head
“Mmmmmm.... thanks Dad! ”
“Stolen toast is always
twice as nice! ”
Sings softly
swaying to herself
“If Paradise is half
as nice
“As the Heaven that you take me
to...”
(Ooops...slops
spills her orange juice)
“...who needs Paradise? ”
“I’d rather...have you! ”
Then suddenly excitedly
talking to boyfriend No.22
on her little pink
glitzy mobile.
Guess my little girl
has(gulp) grown up!
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC