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"nozzled" poems
when i'm drinking i always think the whiskey bottle to be in a predicament of the bus stop; i mean, waiting, for my eager slurp (god i wish i could insert an onomatopoeia right now) - i ate that body part and even nozzled it, i mean i stuck my nose in it being ripe... you better have sunday's news to let me forget; i swear, performing oral *** on women's genitalia makes you into an orator... or perhaps a gardener - that skin fold sure as **** speaks! well, better testimony than abraham circumcising isaac against holy ordained orders not to; but then the cat and dog doing overt-masturbation licking the **** thing; yes darling... pooch pooch ouch ooh now chow ready for a pampering? munch a moo choo cha cha wee wee? yeah, get that slobbering ***** filler out of here; oi! bring bang the blonde comb-over ferret! i ain't doing the spider dangle without it!
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
bus stop
a confessional screen chambered in opaques                         the pearly gates would sport checkers sovereignty with grime between myself                and the other side of this poem another acolyte had founted              from our species-widened narthex-maw                               the answer to the test                                     the answer i have tested since despite the veto of a roshi's sleeve while adults justify in frowns and threats commandment-etched i am a child still            aghast at drawing lines in sand to mark the living                                            from the soon to die one i knew who drew such lines                                                for whom a line was drawn to mark himself as well not just in votes and homeland hate-speech you see he crossed the line                         no unadulterated childhood can cross he shot  his  own  face                               or at least his face was shot                 when he was found who can read the final lonely moments of another                                                  when mistakes are easier than ownmost acts ? bombing bullies politicking death                  can sanctify the safe unpunctuated traps                      dividing moods in swallows pills swilled with undigested fear                                    of nozzled death mercilessly sudden .
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
ideologies from warring states at peace
a confessional screen chambered in opaques                         the pearly gates would sport checkers sovereignty with grime between myself                and the other side of this poem another acolyte had founted              from our species-widened narthex-maw                               the answer to the test                                     the answer i have tested since despite the veto of a roshi's sleeve while adults justify in frowns and threats commandment-etched i am a child still            aghast at drawing lines in sand to mark the living                                            from the soon to die one i knew who drew such lines                                                for whom a line was drawn to mark himself as well not just in votes and homeland hate-speech you see he crossed the line                         no unadulterated childhood can cross he shot  his  own  face                               or at least his face was shot                 when he was found who can read the final lonely moments of another                                                  when mistakes are easier than ownmost acts ? bombing bullies politicking death                  can sanctify the safe unpunctuated traps                      dividing moods in swallows pills swilled with undigested fear                                    of nozzled death mercilessly sudden .
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am i your lover, and or, father figure are you needing love, reassuring, paternal nurturing   you chose me, like a stray, little kitten needing shelter, safety, petting i held, kissed, comforted you curled up and purred nozzled deeper, a woman, then a child daddy, providing, protecting his pretty, parisian, pixie girl
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Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC
parisian pixie
when the eyes fail to perceive and the heart lessens to drink when the brain tap nozzled drips slowly in a lonely sink when the owls shriek in melodic tunes when the moon quickens like a lightening noon yet it only a midnight draft the floorboards creak the shadowbird laughs and yet ceases to speak when the door swings open and shingles screech for the moon you think it's early the crickets mumble in tune when the night is up the sparrow has yet to speak crowing on a metalled fence glistening powdered bleak when the night is up cows bury the dune the night is, up the mare is looking for the groom
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Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 12:23 AM UTC
when the night is up
2 Dog Caught There was no more playing Or being seen by the locals One man saw the dog He made a plan and acted He stole and kidnapped the dog Taking him to his house To cook alive and eat A nice meal for him and his clan The best most tenderest dog Cooked alive while terrified Full of adrenaline What a yummy taste! A weekly meal every Sunday But this dog was different He did not want to be eaten Being boiled alive was enough They pulled his fair off So tender was the skin Already half boiled for serving But he was still alive! And nozzled the lid of the cooker And leapt out into the frying pan Full of cold water which hurt It brought him round He jumped and ran off But was chased by the chef Come here you naughty dog! We want to eat you...
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 1:40 PM UTC
2 Dog Caught