"ooooo" poems
This is not poetry.
I'm sorry to disappoint.
XXXX ** *** XXXXXX.
X'X XXXXX ** XXXXXXXXXX.
OOOO OO OOO OOOOOO.
O'O OOOOO OO OOOOOOOOOO.
This is not ironic. This is what we are.
xoxo
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
My poem is called how to be forced into a talent show.
It's very easy to be forced into a talent show when you're me.
No, I am not saying, "Ooooo" look at me I am Michael Ryan and I am the most talented person in the world.
I'm more saying, "oooo" look at me, I'm such a nice person that I will do your talent show, even though I don't want to.
Yes, that is what I am really trying to say, but not in a conceited kind of way, because that's not me.
I was forced into this talent show from the very beginning.
The very beginning, the very first sign up day.
and I thought "hmm I don't have any talent", and she was like oh yes you do, well of course I believe her.
And from that moment I've felt slightly uneasy, because to be honest she can't be there every day to tell me "hey you have talent."
And to be honest all I'm doing is a SPOKEN WORD poem, which is pretty much just me talking.
What a talent that must be...but not really.
Then my friend tried to jump on board with me to do a duet of a poem, so I was forced even more in to this situation.
But luckily that person changed their mind and so I was just stuck with my original oh you have talents person stringing me along into this over thought situation.
Just to let you know I did eventually try to tell them hey I think I'm not gonna do(but then they cut me off), and told me once again you got talents, and please please please do my talent show.
So of course I can't say no, that's not what a nice guy would do, which I am.
And this is what came to me, how about I just write about how one is forced to be doing this in front of a group of people, even though you already said no soooo many times.
And to be honest this is terrifying, because I just came up with this, 30mins ago.
Even though I sat for many hours thinking what to write, it just never felt well right.
And ugh seriously this is so stressful, that I really do wonder why I am even up here.
I could be sleeping right now, but instead I've been convinced to do this.
And there's no guarantee anyone or myself will even like this.
But sleep, **** I know I would like to fall into that right now.
Just dreaming, peacefully, to be sleeping and not on a stage, being gawked at by some strangers.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
.
oOOo oOO OOo oOo
oOOOOo OOo Ooo OO oOo
OoOoO Oo
ooO •naked feet tread
with nonchalance•unafraid
of what receding tides might
bring•hardened heels soften
to sunlit reverence•children
frolick accompanied by
unguarded peals
that ring•towa-
rd the ocean
vast we halt
to face•we
look to the
horizon and
dream of un-
seen lands•we
lift one foot with
the other in place•
is this all we are...
just impressions
in the sand?•
.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
I got me a Kangaroo
Lives way down in my pants
He seldom sits quiet
He'd rather get up and dance.
He goes Bo-ing! Boing! Boing!
I can't get him stopped
He's always on the go
Yea! he's always on the hop.
II
Well, he ain't no Dodo
He sure knows how to pogo
Even when I say no! no!
He keeps on on the go! go!
(Bit of a yo-yo)
And when he's full of vim
There's no catching him
I only hope my pants hold out
And he don't pop out.
III
Now how can I put forward
My Best face
When I got him down there
Bouncing all over the place.
He's up, then he's down
Then he's back up again
Up and down all day
Like a demented drawbridge.
IV
He goes Bo-ing! Boing! Boing!
And I go Down! Down! Down!
Whoa-aa Boy!
I go one way
While he goes the other
Man! he's tearing me asunder
I'm every which way.
My mind full of insecurities & fears
And my Kangaroo down there
He's looking up at me saying
What the hell are you doing up there.
V
O! what am I going to do
With my wild Kangaroo,
What am I going to do !!!
What! Get him a didgeridoo ???
(A didgeri-didgeri-doo!)
Have you got a Kangaroo
Down in your pants ?
"Ooooo! Whoo!" sang the girls
"yes! we Dooo Whooo!!!"
What! Wait a minute, you mean...
You mean girls, they got Kangaroos too !!!
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Fearless through the depths
Facing fears / we are not alone
In God's words we Pray
Forgive us for our sins
Do not be afraid
I will guide you in-to the light
In our darkest hours/ Guided
By His words
"Yes we will make it/// I know we will"
Ooooo Ya////
Follow me take my hand...
Do not run...
Well make it...
Blessings an grace...
Let the lord speak faith...
In his eyes he believes...
That you an me will be born again...
As an angel for him....
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 8:27 PM UTC
You ask me to come over so that you can taste my sweetness, I rush right over smelling like Roses and honey and my glitter body lotion has me glistening.
You open the door to me wearing nothing but a red thong and red pumps, with my jet black hair covering nothing but my dark chocolate *******
You grab me close to you and kiss my full red lips, as you begin to play with my **** I say just take me and dnt hold back... you put me against the wall and down to the floor goes my thong and you begin to travel south and tasted my valley low...
I began to shiver as my juices came down as a river as you twirled your tongue and gave a lil tickle with your finger...Ooooo I'm starting to shake more as you threw me on the floor and laid your strong body on my and thrusted your man hood all up in me..
I began to MOAN as you began to grind... you turned me over on my stomach and started to hit me from behind... I Love for you to pull my hair and pump me hard as I skeeted all on the floor... You arched my back even more so I could feel you....Ooooo baby give me more!!!!!
You didn't want to *** so you began to eat you some and my MOANS came on even louder... you played with my breast and did a trick with your tongue and **** (explosion) ...my bad baby you didn't get to cum....lol
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
The wind howling a beautiful noise
The smell reminding me of Christmas
The sky looking broken
One part blue, one part scarlet
A glance down all you see is green
Trees standing together o so militant
Firing shots of oxygen...123
Now everyone breathe
What a breath, in the fresh air
Look to your left its clear
Look to your right it's a dead deer
Ooooo the contrast on the open road
Red stains on this golden road
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 2:47 AM UTC
Popular kids are dumb. Some of are my friends. But there stupid rain of terror has to end. Texting bullying and dating people you break up with two days later. Drama lying crying. That crap goes into you like an inflator. They leave most people out. It makes me want to shout. They say dumb stuff over and over like "ooooo killing em" and "or not". We need to help these kids. Fast.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
singing your heart out
as we used to
"cranberry ooo"
you have that kind of-
i have that kind of-
"cranberry ooo"
Ooooo
skin so pure
that the smell
rest in my nose
"cranberry ooo"
tell me
whats on your
troubled mind
please its still me
"Cranberry ooo
Cranberry ooo"
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
What does ooooo baby yessss mean?
reading that in my mom's messenger chat she saves.
She's saving because she has many men she dates.
Seen that oooo baby yesss sent in text to dad's phone.
Net *** or real life *** they are both confusing to me.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
Ladies and Gentlemen, Today I am Taking You to an Amusement Park.
You Know It? It’s right between Bastardville and LonelyTown.
My favorite ride is depression, it goes so far down!
Abuse is like a Kiddie Ride.
The Bully Stand has the best Food imaginable.
Oooooooo, or have you been to The Freak Show?
It’s by the Broken Home Balloon Stand.
Ooooo, The tension on insecurity, and G-Force on Divorce will drive you WILD.
I love the Rejection food stand, they have some delicacies like the slit wrist salad bar, or even the starvation sandwich.
Shall I Go On?
The final ride is called SUICIDE, often times it breaks down, but when you ride it you won’t want to leave....
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
scream
like steam, steam
(EEEEEEE)
it could be the day, for
once I do the thing
wrong thing, mess every-thing
for no-thing could be the right
thing
(AAAAAA)
like you knew, like you could
expand into blood, popping
temperature
but you hide, but you do-not (n’t)
sing, you do-no-thing
(OOOOO)
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
Oh what is it inside russsian, thy tendenes i love u .
An exqusite taste better than chicken sausages you are best cooked
by a motswana rib
i love the taste we give to all humans in sync,we can go all over the wold todae
Ooooo u drive me crazy and turn me on ,u make me so high tht i could even tAlk to the rain
oh eish i will contiune nxt time
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
You're a super sonic angel from a very happy place....
I could dream,
A million dreams,
Not in one night,
You'd be surprised
At how you make me feel,
I'm not a god,
Nor a devil,
But you could believe
The things I've lost,
I give you patience,
Wipe tears from your face,
You're a super sonic angel from a very happy place,
Very lavish,
Take me home,
To see my father,
Wanna be free,
It's not up to me,
I don't know what is real,
A mess in this life,
Although I hate it,
I'm glad I met with you,
I see the problems,
I see the cost of what i can erase,
You're a super sonic angel from a very happy place,
Ooooo so lavish.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Let me grab you by your hand and slowly walk you into my lovers den.
Red and white rose peddles lead the way to where it all begins.
Scented candles smelling so good makes your senses spin.. with ****** visions of me sexing you.
I grab you close, you hold me tight.. our lips connect our tongues egnite.. You rub your fingers down my spine.. my eyes roll back.. You kiss my neck, and pull my hair back. I Grip your back and rub my lips across your pecks.. You slide my strap off and I help with the next... You begin to undress, but I said take it slow we have all night... I lay you down and rub oil all on you... you looking up wanting to **** on my supple breast. Your brown eyes glow as we start to connect.. you ask to go down, I'm not one to reject. Your tongue feels so good as it and my **** connects... What a big surprise.. I'm ******* Now I'm soak and wet... You ask to dive deep but I'm still not ready yet.. So you take it slow and kiss my soft lips.. My body inner parts start to explode.....I'm ready, so I snatched off your draws.. you slowly go in and grind with a motion so strong, my body begins to shake... you had to grab my az to take control.....I'm grabbing you... you loving me... I'm moaning Ooooo... you saying Rose I love you... I bite your ear and lick it too... you're so turned on.... You turn me around and began to eat again, my juices so sweet you smack with each slurp too good to even wipe your mouth. You hit it from behind and turn my head to look deep into my eyes.. I'm even throwing it back just the way my baby likes... I get on top and ride you like the best I am... you begin to moan.. yea I like the sound of that **** before you *** I lean over and say.... Let me love you down just like this.
ALWAYS
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
The room seems like a palace
Made of glass and gel
You’ll never learn the truth
Until a tour of nine circles of hell
Mommy you have no idea
You trust so much on my utopia
They say the fault is in our stars
And now I’ve become a monster
Yes a monster….yes….yes a monster….
May be a blood bad wolf
Hunting an angel rabbit
Love’s death in a midnight run
Oh no, you can’t endure my heat
Daddy you have no idea
The hollow moon have become a trader
My name, I’ve given to gangsters
And now I’ve become a monster
Oh yes I’ve become a monster…..
People can’t get into the iron heart
Cause it’s locked now part by part
People talk behind ‘cause they
Can’t even understand….oh noooo….
They can’t even understand…..
That this monster had also a heart once
Made of emotions and Ooooo… so much pain
Now it breaks free the chain of marks
And yes, now it’s become a monster….
A monster….a monster…..
Oooooooo……………
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
*STRINGS & SYMMETRY - JIMI & RAINBOWS
India Pale Ale nestled comfortably
in one hand,
Pilot G-2 .05 rested anxiously in the other.
The ale went down
like it was the end of the day-
smoothe, cold
and tasted like more.
The pen just looked at me,
daring me to let it
caress this page,
spread its inky passion
like the rainbow of colors
Jimi created with his guitar.
ooooo
It reminds me of recent conversations
with Brian Greene
about strings, resonance
and vibration;
about the make up of the universe
and the meaning of symmetry.
Conversations about the harmonics
of Calabi-Yau shapes,
expecially as multi-dimensional
expressions of gravity,
time and space.
ooooo
But I think
if you want to really understand
the elegance of the universe;
feel the fabric of the cosmos
and its loops of energy,
then you have to listen as
the stretching of Jimi's guitar strings
vibrate, bend and fold.
Jimi created rainbows
when he played.
And what are rainbows
but vibrating color in various shapes.
These colors, escaping his guitar
and melting into the vastness of space.
ooooo
Some say Jimi was an alien.
He stayed awhile
but then slipped out again
into the 9th dimension.
But I think
he emerged from the resonance
in a Calabi-Yau hole of infinity
found in the notes of "9 to the Universe".
He then disappeared in the rhythym
of flaming color arising out from
"Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)".
ooooo
Jimi would pick those strings
at Planck length speed
causing flames to leap
and go higher,
igniting the universe
with vibrations of blues
and riotous laughter.
Jimi knew how to fly
and amuse.
He knew how to laugh
and play jokes
on the universe!
He would make us smile,
keep time with our feet,
and 'kiss the sky'.
ooooo
Finishing up the last of the Pale Ale,
putting down the Pilot pen,
I am ready to seek rainbows
and listen to the universe sing.
Aztec Warrior 1.28.16 (re-worked)*
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Umm, Ahhh ooooO Uh-Ohhh
AaHhHhHhH
YESssss,
ummmm,
whispering whimpers,
longing cravings
skin to skin
Arms wrapped in braided tangles
brown on light brown
lips open
Tongues dancing in & out,
out & in thrusting hard,
powerful masculine
sweat mixed with lovely scents
Rushing fast catching the beat,
rhythmic pulsations tingling
Dancing out slowly
in again deeper
anger pain
hurting yearning,
Heart beats tuned as one
cries rant the night
fading fading
floating higher,
Nails digging in lines
on lines as sweat & blood mingled
Push pound more
more & more
Deeper harder
filling up
over flowing consuming
lovers lust,
Stop, pause
Breath
legs shaking eyes wide open
stolen dreams
realities fantasies
Rays of morning light shine within
dawns breaking
Start over repeat , drifting fast to sleep
Dewy kisses on eyelids
forehead mouths & cheeks,
Caressing bodies
melt away
Ummmmm
Uhm
oooOoo YyyeEesssss Ohhh AHHH
Mmmmm,
Lust felt Love(rs)!
Always Me Ayeshah
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 6:12 PM UTC
*heres your chance to become a supreme being
a dot in a circle
the point of imminent transcendence
the glitter of endless seas
a secure position
and a good job if you can get it
first assignment
develop a sense of place
hollow yourself out
to situate your creation
mix the ethers up
within your infinity of self
like witches mix a cauldron
good work*
GOD
HOLY HOLY HOLY
*now with the spirituous mist
populate your creation
from the astral*
i like to be called
YAHWEH
okay
GOD
*lets not get stuck
you can easily afford
not to be so small minded
whats with caring what your called
you and your multiple
titular names
wow
lots a pretty beings
dreamboats i'd say
like a bunch of colored balloons
pro-creative
mmmmm
very good so far
i really appreciate that part*
HOLY HOLY HOLY
next assignment
POWER OVER NATURE
*figure out a way
to sustain and perpetuate your creatures*
I AM WHO I AM
*what ever you say
can we move on now?
whats with all the
disease
mental problems
fear
hostility
and famine?
be a good*
GOD
*for gods sake
and amp up the happiness please
they are like bunch of sick cats down there*
NOT A LEAF FALLS WITHOUT MY WILL
ooooo noooooo !!!!!
*there not suppose to **** and eat each other
what the **** are you thinking
are you stupid*
OH HOLY ONE
THE UNKNOWN and THE UNKNOWABLE
*stop with the smog of hell
your creatures live in terror
living only to be destroyed
go sit in the corner
facing the wall
yes
the dunce cap too
your a bad*
GOD
*a *****
we will have to call your parents
for retribution*
HOLY HOLY HOLY
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
BEHOLD A PALE HORSE
Recall-quietly-the-hazy-days-where-I-didn’t-know-poisonous-berries-from-safe-ones.....
I hazarded a climb up the tallest tree
the ascent was genuflected as I recall.
The grove was perfect in its equanimity,
forcing my gaze to rest upon a single silver stallion.
For hours I watched
Oh, Primeval Traveler,
with your triumphant mane, silvered across horizon
echoing the lunar eclipse in your brilliance,
your muscles reminiscent of an anti-apocryphal steed
It’s flow showed the authenticity of nature
Here life proudly declared
Movement & Peace
And each of it’s components perfectly crafted in the Cosmic Forge
Look how its luminescent power survives the darkness
I thought this until a neural feedback loop formed,
“This is the beast that would have pulled Arjuna forth unto battle
As Krishna directed him in his dharma as a secondary event
to the arrival of natural perfection.”
As the day past to night,
the night brought forth darkness
And in the darkness I recognized a primal need of my own.
To evacuate all of the grunginess I felt brewing within my body.
I resolved the anguish in a moment of perfection.
A loss of self catalyzed through the release of wasted being
And I recall that as I came back into my being
the horse who had been so distant and yet so near
the one who I had borne divine witness to
galloped full stride in the trajectory of my lofty dwelling
As it passed under me
It......s.tum.-b.led-------->(^)ooooo,,,o,o,o,o,o,o,o,o,oo,0.
Through the most polluted of rancid berry waste I have ever let go of.
Its mane plastered to its leathery skin by my own liquid adhesive
It lay there
dying and breathless
among the wasteland, which came so inevitably from my bowels
now a haven for insects nestled and rotten, a temple of the naturally begotten child of life named “death,”
Or rather an impromptu and particularly gothic grave of a God who has received no worship and is now forgotten.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
Like the changing seasons
when you leave I fall
into the beautiful
Melancholy
of yesterday's rain
as Red Cap
by Louie Armstrong plays
in a dark mellow, yellow
smooth...or
rough sounding,
yet lovely fanfareish finish
sounds of a Witchita
lineman still
on the line
hanging on
lingering
heavy on my mind
reminded of
smells down sweetened
cigar smelling tracks
tastes of honey & Whiskey
forget a word said wrong
a note not hit or played
disregard word unsaid
forgive a thoughtless word
my imperfect mind
I overheard myself
or you saying
as we're laying,
playing
in the sun
Jazz....pizzazz
Oh, ah...yeah,
working
on the chain...
ohhh ahhhh....
ewwwww ...waaaa...
help me sing it
bring it
waaa..oooOo
Oh yeah,
one more time
everybody
let me here you
better go now
you can
show me
how
hey
Yeah....
Sam Cooke
singing
Gospel
sayin'
thank you
for
the
beautiful
and the
bitter
sweetness
of the
time we
shared
is leaving.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well, I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all.
If I could find that Heina, and that Sancho that she's found.
Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho & I'd slap her down.
What I really wanna know, mah baby, mmmm...
What I really wanna say I can't define.
Well it's love, that I need. Ohh...
My soul will have to, wait till I get back, find a Heina of my own.
Daddy's gonna love one and all.
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break and I gotta live it up.
Oh, yeah, uh huh.
Well I swear that I.
What I really wanna know, ahh baby.
What I really wanna say I can't define, got love make it go.
My soul will have to...
[Instrumental Break]
Ooooo...
What I really wanna say, mah baby.
What I really wanna say is I've got mine, and I'll make it, oh yes I'm coming up.
Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide.
Daddy's got a new Forty-Five.
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat.
Believe me when I say that I got somethin' for his punk ***
What I really wanna know, mah baby.
Ooh What I really wanna say is there's just one, way back, and I'll make it, yeah.
My soul will have to wait, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
OOOOOOOOO- U- Kissed me....Made me- high, now I'm shedding my skin for you boy! You, got me..... Me-Ole-My---I really wanna put-it-on-ya! You-Said..... You, knew the way..... gonna take me deeper---- I give you all my lace....and now I'm bound in leather---- OOOOOO-I- Like-It! Boy.... Come make it rain..... Taste-It..... Spank-Me..... Call-My-Name! OOOO-I-Like-It..... Do-It-Deeper..... Daddy-Again...... OOOOOO-I-Like-It...... I- Like-It....... OOOOO_ I-Like-It.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC