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"oohh" poems
I AM NOT DEEP. I just think alot I'm not weak I just feel alot I'm not probing I just see alot they whisper oohh "she so deep" I ain't loud I just make words echo when I speak I am not deep, simply because I utilize my mind to think! Nothing more far from less than just another intellectual poetry freak
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Deep
There's a feeling some music Gives a person in the morning Driving to work or grabbing coffee Early before the sun , naked In their kitchen, in the mess Last night was a long one, they whisper It's the music that makes you feel - When you close your eyes, Singing along with your heart, As if you had just walked into A room full of old friends & new ones They cheer as you walk in Because it's been a while this time But you haven't skipped a beat The music plays louder in your head You start moving them shoulders The headache isn't so bad anymore -You take a look of the view outside- They 're all happy to see you The music gets even louder now So you scream aloud, "Oooh OOooh!" "Oohh ohh ohhh ohhh" You throw around the stones And nobody gets hurt, so you dance on Taking in the misery, glory, and truth They all hold up their glass in anticipation She comes up to you with a smile, "Oh baby why you wait so long?" You take a look around your place Realizing how many memories we got **** it ain't gonna hurt too bad
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
Havin' a Time
three sets of withered, wrinkly hands with chipped tired pale-pink nailpolish flutter in the air, describing. three froofy perms one browny-gray one white one salt and pepper bob jutting forward, one wobbles a little. Grandma wears a green-foam party hat with a thin, white elastic band that runs under her wrinkled chin it sits atop her fuzzy perm comically... she smiles at me. "Ah! my cappuccino! you remembered i like it, didn't you?" she chucks her great-granddaughter under the chin, grins "oohh! look at these gardening gloves! Cidi! look at these gloves! i like the green ones." she hands them to her white-haired sister aunt cidi told me this year she is ninety-one oh, and the gloves were really blue. aunt cidi misses uncle harland he was buried three or four years ago in his uniform i remember sitting next to him at awkward family reunions eating hotdogs i never saw so much mustard in my life he could never hear me when i tried to talk to him but he smiled anyway. the talk turns serious suddenly over our black coffee crossed legs sweaters and chocolate cake grandma turns grim in her lime-green party hat "did you end up killing that trumpet vine in your yard, Jeanie?" aunt jeanie's head wobbles a bit she squints wrinkles her nose "i TRIED to!" she scowls. schemes of ****** plotted by three chunky-earringed sweet old ladies who are a little late for the 1940's but never too late for a handsome soldier "we're older..." says aunt jeanie "but not THAT old!" they all giggle.
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
how to ****** a trumpet vine.
three sets of withered, wrinkly hands with chipped tired pale-pink nailpolish flutter in the air, describing. three froofy perms one browny-gray one white one salt and pepper bob jutting forward, one wobbles a little. Grandma wears a green-foam party hat with a thin, white elastic band that runs under her wrinkled chin it sits atop her fuzzy perm comically... she smiles at me. "Ah! my cappuccino! you remembered i like it, didn't you?" she chucks her great-granddaughter under the chin, grins "oohh! look at these gardening gloves! Cidi! look at these gloves! i like the green ones." she hands them to her white-haired sister aunt cidi told me this year she is ninety-one oh, and the gloves were really blue. aunt cidi misses uncle harland he was buried three or four years ago in his uniform i remember sitting next to him at awkward family reunions eating hotdogs i never saw so much mustard in my life he could never hear me when i tried to talk to him but he smiled anyway. the talk turns serious suddenly over our black coffee crossed legs sweaters and chocolate cake grandma turns grim in her lime-green party hat "did you end up killing that trumpet vine in your yard, Jeanie?" aunt jeanie's head wobbles a bit she squints wrinkles her nose "i TRIED to!" she scowls. schemes of ****** plotted by three chunky-earringed sweet old ladies who are a little late for the 1940's but never too late for a handsome soldier "we're older..." says aunt jeanie "but not THAT old!" they all giggle.
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Don't try to explain to your mind I don't know what is happening here one minute it's love and suddenly one word turn into a battlefield. Why is it that smallest things that tear us all down? I'm not here without a shield, can't go back now both hands behind my back! Oh no these time we climb so fast only to fall again! Why have we got to fall for it now? I never to start a war you know I never meant to hurt you don't know what we are fighting for. Oh why dose love feel like a battlefield? Is this what love feel like this?... I can't swallow that pride nether of us want to raise the flag mmmm... If we can't surrender then we are going to lose what we have oh no! Both hands tied behind my back for nothing oh no these time we climb so fast we fall again! I don't want to for it now I never meant to start a war you know I never want to hurt you. Don't even know what we fighting. Oh why dose love always fell like a battlefield? Guess you better go and get your armour, We could pretend that we friends tonight and in the morning we wake up and it will be alright because maybe we done have to fight and I don't want this love to feel like a battlefield? Oh why dose love fell like a battlefield? Guess you you better go and get your armour, I never meant to start a war you know I never want to hurt you I don't what we are fighting for. Why does love always feel like a battlefield? Why dose love always fell likes battlefield? Guess you better go and get your armour, why dose love always feel like a (oohh....) why dose love always feel like a battlefield? I never meant to start a war I don't even know what we fighting for, I never meant it to start a war I don't know even know what we are fighting for?....
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
Battlefield
Don't try to explain to your mind I don't know what is happening here one minute it's love and suddenly one word turn into a battlefield. Why is it that smallest things that tear us all down? I'm not here without a shield, can't go back now both hands behind my back! Oh no these time we climb so fast only to fall again! Why have we got to fall for it now? I never to start a war you know I never meant to hurt you don't know what we are fighting for. Oh why dose love feel like a battlefield? Is this what love feel like this?... I can't swallow that pride nether of us want to raise the flag mmmm... If we can't surrender then we are going to lose what we have oh no! Both hands tied behind my back for nothing oh no these time we climb so fast we fall again! I don't want to for it now I never meant to start a war you know I never want to hurt you. Don't even know what we fighting. Oh why dose love always fell like a battlefield? Guess you better go and get your armour, We could pretend that we friends tonight and in the morning we wake up and it will be alright because maybe we done have to fight and I don't want this love to feel like a battlefield? Oh why dose love fell like a battlefield? Guess you you better go and get your armour, I never meant to start a war you know I never want to hurt you I don't what we are fighting for. Why does love always feel like a battlefield? Why dose love always fell likes battlefield? Guess you better go and get your armour, why dose love always feel like a (oohh....) why dose love always feel like a battlefield? I never meant to start a war I don't even know what we fighting for, I never meant it to start a war I don't know even know what we are fighting for?....
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Pay attention everyone said Lilliput I have an important announcement We're going to have a wonderful picnic For our family on Thursday , poppits only The groans were heard all over the palace Are we riding there , asked Horsey Anne No we jolly well are not And you scrum half Zara , are not either We're motorcading it , without staff Another really loud royal moan We are each taking everything we need And that includes you ex pork of York 'OOHH NNOO' she gurgly grunted Less of that , and NO toe suckers allowed Nor arrive in a kiddies helicopter either And you Wills missus more clothing You make my  blue blood run cold Next Thursday then , you picnickers What have you brought asked Lilliput Silver knives and forks hoarsed Anne Paper plates grunted Flossy Fergie Plastic cups , whimpered Wills missus Lav paper for tissues, gidded up Zara Big tablecloth bellowed Camilla Have none of you brought food said Lilliput 'NO' they all mardily whinnied None of us even thought about it And you mumsy H.R.H. what have you brought 'NOBODY questions me , you pipsqueaks LET'S ALL GO HOME NOW !
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
Pesky picnic
If you could see the way she looks at you you would know But you're busy building walls of doubt nursung weary what-ifs like feeding gremlins after midnight I have this picture of the both of you You are staring off into your imagination always just above the horizon And she is laughing at something you said She is looking right at you smiling honest Only you can make her laugh like that Only you I guess some of us need it spelled out Our egos need to be reminded You are not always going to be her favorite everything You are not the best But for whatever reason she chose you Chose you like a raffle ticket from a barrel full of so much better You are not a jackpot she is not a jackpot but you both have won something You're both walking away with what you came here for You break her heart some days How her eyes sadden and she does that thing that girls do you know when they go awww but it's pronounced oohh (Men love that sound) I see the tremble in her arms the hesitation to hold your head to her ******* But your signals cross and you beat yourself up later for not acting differently because she might fall in love with you if you had done things differently You can't act your way into a relationship If you're not being yourself You're being somebody else and in that case she's better off with that other guy It makes me wonder about lightbulbs and how many people it takes to ***** them in depending on your occupation I wonder how many pairs of eyes it takes to notice what love looks like Because if you could see the way she looks at you you would know and the only thing you might do differently is continue to be yourself
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
How Many Pairs of Eyes Does it Take to Notice What Love Looks Like? (FLP)
If you could see the way she looks at you you would know But you're busy building walls of doubt nursung weary what-ifs like feeding gremlins after midnight I have this picture of the both of you You are staring off into your imagination always just above the horizon And she is laughing at something you said She is looking right at you smiling honest Only you can make her laugh like that Only you I guess some of us need it spelled out Our egos need to be reminded You are not always going to be her favorite everything You are not the best But for whatever reason she chose you Chose you like a raffle ticket from a barrel full of so much better You are not a jackpot she is not a jackpot but you both have won something You're both walking away with what you came here for You break her heart some days How her eyes sadden and she does that thing that girls do you know when they go awww but it's pronounced oohh (Men love that sound) I see the tremble in her arms the hesitation to hold your head to her ******* But your signals cross and you beat yourself up later for not acting differently because she might fall in love with you if you had done things differently You can't act your way into a relationship If you're not being yourself You're being somebody else and in that case she's better off with that other guy It makes me wonder about lightbulbs and how many people it takes to ***** them in depending on your occupation I wonder how many pairs of eyes it takes to notice what love looks like Because if you could see the way she looks at you you would know and the only thing you might do differently is continue to be yourself
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I lick my lips, Then tenderly kiss your neck, I hold your waist with sweet caress, My hands appear rugged But have a soft touch, I want you to feel my Love, My Love, So my fingers rub your cheek While whispering in your ear "You're A Blessing" Then look into your eyes Which are filled with anticipation And ask if you're ready, For me to pleasure One of God's greatest creations, Your Body I hear the quiet gulp And the word trips and stumbles Out of your mouth timidly Yes, confidently ravish Me, I take my tongue since I no longer need it for talking, And stroke it around the rim of your lips , ever so slowly, I feel your breathe breathing me in, So I hold the back of your neck And kiss you Deep , Oohh so deep, **** these lips as if they were candy from my childhood, And bring you into Me I start to unbutton your blouse TO BE CONTINUED
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Yes !
Could I blame him? He asked me to sing his favorite John Mayer song. Then the curtains fell from their state of grace, but there wasn’t any need to hang them until we finished; by then the windows had all fogged up. I didn’t know the lyrics to the song, so instead he had me struggling for the words to say. Because when the body struggles under another body’s weight, words become incoherent, obsolete, and syllables become the only words you need. Bated, gasping, ugh, unh, oohh. Our, he, his, my, I. I had invited him to our house. I laid him on our bed. He took his shoes off of his own accord, because to his (mis)understanding, it was my house.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
St. Patrick's Day
"Are you jealous?" You tease. I try to reply with a smart *** remark to cover up my jealousy. "Oohh.. You're jealous!" You coo in a teasing manner. "Absolutely not." I lie. "Yes you are" you tease me more. "Absolutely...not!" I cry. "Whatever." You snort. You leave, A smirk on your face. It was as if you knew I was lying. But was I? Absolutely not.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Absolutely Not.
How it feels like to stay outside during the rainy days While enjoying the feeling of getting wet The feeling of standing at the tip of the boat In the middle of the ocean Driving out of town, in full blast stereos Ice creams and parks Chills of a -0 temperature, and a warm pillow Discover different cultures Letters <3 Sleep overs This is getting shorter and shorter… View deck, skies, stars, galaxies Bonfire Reaching the highest note, experiencing glass brakes The feeling of being as skinny as a hanger >.< no! Touching the ocean floor The feeling of being the painter who painted Mona Lisa Natural glossy hair Oohh...A vision of selfishness….. >.<
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Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
THE FEELING OF - HOW IT FEELS LIKE?
You showed him all the best of you But I'm afraid Your best wasn't good enough. I know he never wanted you At least not the way You wanted yourself to be loved And you feel like you were a mistake. He's not worth all those tears that won't go away I wish you could see that. Still you try to impress him But he never will listen Oh broken angel Were you sad when he Crushed all your dreams? Oh broken angel Inside your dying 'Cause you can't believe Oh you can't believe And now you've grown up With this notion that you were to blame. And you seem so strong sometimes But I know that you still feel the same. As that little girl Who shines like an angel. Even after his lazy heart Put you through hell. I wish you could see that Still you try to impress him But he never will listen Oh broken angel Were you sad when He crushed all your dreams? Oohh broken angel Inside your dying 'cause You can't believe He would leave you alone And leave you so cold When you were his daughter But the blood in your veins As you carry his name Turns thinner than water
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
The Last Song He Sang
Are you wanking in your stockings in the halls. It's time that us guys **** and squeeze our ***** We will ride an ugly old old dear It's their ***** we want to slay We'd love to **** you silly for the day [Chorus:] So here it is merry **** time Everybody show your *** look at our arseholes now We really need to *** Are you waiting for the fat slags to arrive? I'm sure their big ***** have plenty room inside The old ***** always tell you That their ***** are the best And their ***** are better than the rest [Chorus:] So here it is, Merry **** time Everybody show your *** Look at our hairy ***** We really need to *** Who are you going to do When your mother has her bit of a ***** Oooh oo oooh oohh Are you wanking in your stockings in the halls We'll **** your old fat mother when she calls We will **** her on the hillside That's where she will get laid We'll *** deep inside her When her legs are splayed [Chorus:] So here it is. Merry **** time Everybody show your *** Look at our **** holes now We really want to *** So here it is, Merry **** time Everybody show your *** Look at *** holes now We really need to *** So here it is, Merry **** time Everybody wants a *** Take your knickers down We always need to *** So here it is, Merry **** time Everybody wants a *** (It's **** time!) Get up her ******** now We really need to ***
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
It's **** Time!