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helping the kids with homework• no one told you, was part of the job description paycheck earner a-ok, gruff but tender lover, knowing her special places, building a tree swing, a tree house safe and satisfactory, one the neighbors envy taking them to the hospital for broken arms and chemotherapy, part two of the non-routine but a very possible foreseeable, going to school to give that principal a look that will make him think twice before suspending one of his for defending himself you remember your daddy doing the same for you, forgetting to repeat the tar and hiding that came later the tucking in, the pretense ouch when your end of day scratchy beard ruffling the skin of babies, carrying tissues in a toolbox, never heard of, nevertheless done, tho not a memory defining the future inclusive, definitely a learning ability, a likeability doing homework, nuh uh, no way jose, don’t dare let them know how you never got a gold star, always sat in the back row, outta sight, all day dreaming, chemistry rhymes with mystery, and poetry is rhymes needing a big vocabulary which means lots of words for a man who don’t talk much ain’t exactly his strong suit sure, heard of Shakespeare but never met him, know where the on/off computer button hides, the rest is up to them; got no email address, but taught them sir and ma’am, how to address humans with respect, i’ll promise them anything but not doing any homework, unless it the kind that that makes “a home work
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
helping the kids with homework
helping the kids with homework• no one told you, was part of the job description paycheck earner a-ok, gruff but tender lover, knowing her special places, building a tree swing, a tree house safe and satisfactory, one the neighbors envy taking them to the hospital for broken arms and chemotherapy, part two of the non-routine but a very possible foreseeable, going to school to give that principal a look that will make him think twice before suspending one of his for defending himself you remember your daddy doing the same for you, forgetting to repeat the tar and hiding that came later the tucking in, the pretense ouch when your end of day scratchy beard ruffling the skin of babies, carrying tissues in a toolbox, never heard of, nevertheless done, tho not a memory defining the future inclusive, definitely a learning ability, a likeability doing homework, nuh uh, no way jose, don’t dare let them know how you never got a gold star, always sat in the back row, outta sight, all day dreaming, chemistry rhymes with mystery, and poetry is rhymes needing a big vocabulary which means lots of words for a man who don’t talk much ain’t exactly his strong suit sure, heard of Shakespeare but never met him, know where the on/off computer button hides, the rest is up to them; got no email address, but taught them sir and ma’am, how to address humans with respect, i’ll promise them anything but not doing any homework, unless it the kind that that makes “a home work
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Cné In my most desperate need seek out a bush by a tree rewarded with a rash on my rear end relieving, with a squat, by poison ivy No thank you, I will take a chance in hopes of saving my *** and hold it until I just can't and avoiding a nasty rash even if it means .... I will possibly *** my pants Temporal Fugue *** the least of your worries as your bladder will expand making you make decisions not all that good, or planned So make your place and keep your wits bear, what you can stand drop your drawers and hold your **** and *** as god, demands
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
Ahhhhhhh, in the woods ... **** OUCH (Collabration with Temporal Fugue)
When the sun goes down we need a light so we burn our bridges down And holding each other tight in fright We know we cannot go back because all our bridges are down . . . . the sun has gone down but a full moon of love is rising we will see our way forward I won't look back if you won't there is no turning back are you with me ? The bridge burning away to yesterday too hot to hang onto . . . ouch ! Let it go for today
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
Bridges to Yesterday ( A reflection of Vicki's poem "Bridges" )
1. De-Colonize This Space Drum circle protests genderplop demands Indigenous discount store camouflage We demand persistent stereotypes Solidarity initiative project Take back the people’s cultural statues Ethnographic curatorial practices Red spray paint fire imperialism Repatriate the Iphone Starbuck’s cups And don’t forget the “Hey! Hey! ** ** Because we’re, like, artists and stuff, you know? 2. De-Colonize This Space Too Guns and cholesterol made America great Fat white boys in discount store camouflage Duct-tape the Bible and the border wall We won our freedom with our Kalashnikovs Fake news back-stabber not a war hero SecondAmendmentSecondAmendment Lock her up get ‘em outta here yuge deal You RINO losers can grab my MAGA You snowflakes are sissies, you millennials too But ouch! my heel spurs hurt, oh boo-hoo-hoo!
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
De-Colonization x 2 (with an occasional "Hey! Hey! ** **
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy witches and tingling goblins hob-a-nob hob-a-nob little hoppy happy toad in tweeds tweeds little itchy mousies with scuttling eyes rustle and run and hidehidehide whisk whisk look out for the old woman with the wart on her nose what she’ll do to yer nobody knows for she knows the devil ooch the devil ouch the devil ach the great green dancing devil devil devil devil wheeEEE
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Hist Whist
1 My mother would say: “Little boy Raj… Go to Muthu’s and get some cinnamon, betel leaves and ginger and garlic” And so I go to the shops singing all the way and when Muthu asks me what I’d want I rattle off a list: “Sesame seeds, onions tomatoes and pickles” And back home, Mother twists my ears Ouch! 2 And inevitably I grew up and inevitably I got married and inevitably my wife says to me: “Dear husband whom I married in a fire-ceremony; could you kindly go to Woolies and get me some flour, castor sugar, pepper, pasta sauce and pancakes…” And so I drive to Woolies singing all the way; and walking down the aisles I throw the following into the trolley: cinnamon, betel leaves and ginger and garlic… And back home though my wife does not twist my ears I feel Mother reach forward from the other world and she twists my ears Ouch!
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 4:03 AM UTC
absent-mindedness; or I Dream of Spices
Swept into a space too small to hold me. His eyes put me there at first glance. The containment welcome as I had to catch my breath. Mesmerized by the shape of his features! Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams alive. Swept into his land of him and the pleasure he gives. Held close by his attention and sweet words. His allure carefully crafted with his heartless soul. Mesmerized by his amazing mouth and touch. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams desire. Swept into his land of lies and deception. Confusion is abound as I hit the ground. No longer blind to his games and fake love. Mesmerized by my inability to make truth real. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams need. Swept into his land of pain and sorrow. Reality is so hard to maintain in my mind. His web woven in captivating moments. Mesmerized by the memories of us in love. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams mine. Swept into his land of closure. My feelings slowly matching the reality I despise. The need for him fills every inch of me. Mesmerized by how weak I've become. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams player. Swept into his land of done. He won't give any part of him to sooth me. Nothing he has is for me as he is over it. Mesmerized by my lack of composure. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams deception. Swept into my land of reality. He is gone and I am so alone. Cut off from the ability to find new love. Mesmerized by my denial of his lack. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams ouch. Becky Jo Gibson 2-26-16
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
Oh What A Beautiful Man He Is
Swept into a space too small to hold me. His eyes put me there at first glance. The containment welcome as I had to catch my breath. Mesmerized by the shape of his features! Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams alive. Swept into his land of him and the pleasure he gives. Held close by his attention and sweet words. His allure carefully crafted with his heartless soul. Mesmerized by his amazing mouth and touch. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams desire. Swept into his land of lies and deception. Confusion is abound as I hit the ground. No longer blind to his games and fake love. Mesmerized by my inability to make truth real. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams need. Swept into his land of pain and sorrow. Reality is so hard to maintain in my mind. His web woven in captivating moments. Mesmerized by the memories of us in love. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams mine. Swept into his land of closure. My feelings slowly matching the reality I despise. The need for him fills every inch of me. Mesmerized by how weak I've become. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams player. Swept into his land of done. He won't give any part of him to sooth me. Nothing he has is for me as he is over it. Mesmerized by my lack of composure. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams deception. Swept into my land of reality. He is gone and I am so alone. Cut off from the ability to find new love. Mesmerized by my denial of his lack. Oh what a beautiful man he is. Everything about him screams ouch. Becky Jo Gibson 2-26-16
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A VISIT TO THE DENTIST The Green Mile to The Chair The snap of hygienist’s latex gloves, then Scraping, scritching, spitting blood “Only one” gaping hole no matter how much chocolate I eschewed in favor of chewing Trident (I’m ******* The Dentist My personal Olivier, and I, his Dustin. Needle. Lets it set in. The drill, the smile of the sadist squealing torture, my mouth on the rack I CAN FEEL PAIN but it comes out, “owiusmmorsoss” (“ow, I want some more shots!”) Another shot. I press on: “LA. The 70s. I did more than this for fun.” Reluctantly, another shot. And another. As the drill grinds and keens I pull out my secret weapon – how could I forget? This is why God invented the IPod
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May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
A Visit To The Dentist (ouch)
Tea Talk (or Taking Tea) Jam comes first And then the cream Said the scone from Cornwall To one ‘n’ all Taking tea Milk jug blinked. The teaspoon gasped, Who would have linked The layers of bliss that sweetly kiss With their order between the halves of a scone From Cornwall Where one ‘n’ all Know that the milk is churned Until it’s solid Then we say the cream is clotted. The teapot looked at the scone from Devon Who knows that cream and jam is heaven But only if the cream comes first And then the jam . . . . . My thoughts exactly said the ham From between its sandwich fingers Where it lingers Until it’s time for tea. ‘Are you sure?’ the teacup said To ham within its breaden bed. Saucer asked the cucumber salad, ‘Should jam come first?’ ‘But does it matter?’ said cucumber salad. ‘It’s a ballad So red and white, A symphony of taste Into which to bite. It is so right For those who are taking tea,’ ‘Jam then cream, is what you do,’ Insisted Cornwall’s scone who As we know likes cream to be clotted. But tomato blushed and quickly said, ‘With cream from Devon I am besotted Because we know it’s clotted. . . . . Too. Onion, hearing Cornwall and Devon Knows that cream and jam are heaven . . . . . But jam and cream are bliss Sealed with a kiss that is heaven . . . . .too. The dilemma of order fuels onion’s frustration And onion’s tears lead to prostration For those who are taking tea. What is to be done To solve the question of order Jam first . . . . . or cream? The issue borders On the ridiculous As the layers sweetly intermingle Like the lovers’ kiss As those who are taking tea Bite . . . . . Ouch! said onion The scone from Cornwall And the scone from Devon ‘Either way is heaven. David Applin Copyright …David Applin (2015)
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
Tea Talk (or Taking Tea)
Tea Talk (or Taking Tea) Jam comes first And then the cream Said the scone from Cornwall To one ‘n’ all Taking tea Milk jug blinked. The teaspoon gasped, Who would have linked The layers of bliss that sweetly kiss With their order between the halves of a scone From Cornwall Where one ‘n’ all Know that the milk is churned Until it’s solid Then we say the cream is clotted. The teapot looked at the scone from Devon Who knows that cream and jam is heaven But only if the cream comes first And then the jam . . . . . My thoughts exactly said the ham From between its sandwich fingers Where it lingers Until it’s time for tea. ‘Are you sure?’ the teacup said To ham within its breaden bed. Saucer asked the cucumber salad, ‘Should jam come first?’ ‘But does it matter?’ said cucumber salad. ‘It’s a ballad So red and white, A symphony of taste Into which to bite. It is so right For those who are taking tea,’ ‘Jam then cream, is what you do,’ Insisted Cornwall’s scone who As we know likes cream to be clotted. But tomato blushed and quickly said, ‘With cream from Devon I am besotted Because we know it’s clotted. . . . . Too. Onion, hearing Cornwall and Devon Knows that cream and jam are heaven . . . . . But jam and cream are bliss Sealed with a kiss that is heaven . . . . .too. The dilemma of order fuels onion’s frustration And onion’s tears lead to prostration For those who are taking tea. What is to be done To solve the question of order Jam first . . . . . or cream? The issue borders On the ridiculous As the layers sweetly intermingle Like the lovers’ kiss As those who are taking tea Bite . . . . . Ouch! said onion The scone from Cornwall And the scone from Devon ‘Either way is heaven. David Applin Copyright …David Applin (2015)
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We are polar opposites You are West, I am East Our views always contradict You have a sweet tooth, I don't like sweets You are white, I am black Not literally, but just in life view Sometimes you're ***** white and I'm clear black It varies from half empty to half full You are an extravert While I am an introvert You like being surrounded by people I'm fine being secluded in the darkest corner You're frank and always true I lie so no one will have a clue But you always know what I hide While I am oblivious if you're really fine You are a cat-lover, I am a dog-lover It rain cats and dogs when we're together You sing the sweetest meow at my whimper I happily wag my tail at your purr We both like music though But we listen to different genres We never even shared on one earphone So sometimes we just endure the silence You are a sadist, I am a ********* You leave bite marks on my skin Whenever you're overwhelmed But I'm really fine with it You like Vampire Diaries and Victoria's Secret While I like TVXQ and anime We'll never agree on a TV show Now who's gonna hold the remote control? You are a clean freak I am not that very clean You're probably next to Godliness While I'm second to the last in that list You are very hardworking, I am lazy While you are being busy I'm being a potato on the couch "Sweep the floor.", you said as the broom flew on my face, "Ouch!" I like food trips But you are on a diet You like to eat healthy I like to eat anything but veggies True, we don't have anything in common Except for the dislike of the black part of the fish's meat But we are familiar of our demons And the how-tos for its defeat Yes, we must be polar opposites And yes, we're like magnets Positive plus negative To each other, we are attracted I am salt, you are pepper And we complement each other We are each others' puzzle pieces Completing each others' emptiness We are yin and yang We cannot live without either one And most importantly, you and I We rhyme
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Polar Opposites
We are polar opposites You are West, I am East Our views always contradict You have a sweet tooth, I don't like sweets You are white, I am black Not literally, but just in life view Sometimes you're ***** white and I'm clear black It varies from half empty to half full You are an extravert While I am an introvert You like being surrounded by people I'm fine being secluded in the darkest corner You're frank and always true I lie so no one will have a clue But you always know what I hide While I am oblivious if you're really fine You are a cat-lover, I am a dog-lover It rain cats and dogs when we're together You sing the sweetest meow at my whimper I happily wag my tail at your purr We both like music though But we listen to different genres We never even shared on one earphone So sometimes we just endure the silence You are a sadist, I am a ********* You leave bite marks on my skin Whenever you're overwhelmed But I'm really fine with it You like Vampire Diaries and Victoria's Secret While I like TVXQ and anime We'll never agree on a TV show Now who's gonna hold the remote control? You are a clean freak I am not that very clean You're probably next to Godliness While I'm second to the last in that list You are very hardworking, I am lazy While you are being busy I'm being a potato on the couch "Sweep the floor.", you said as the broom flew on my face, "Ouch!" I like food trips But you are on a diet You like to eat healthy I like to eat anything but veggies True, we don't have anything in common Except for the dislike of the black part of the fish's meat But we are familiar of our demons And the how-tos for its defeat Yes, we must be polar opposites And yes, we're like magnets Positive plus negative To each other, we are attracted I am salt, you are pepper And we complement each other We are each others' puzzle pieces Completing each others' emptiness We are yin and yang We cannot live without either one And most importantly, you and I We rhyme
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I'm a Disney princess A pretty, pretty actress Sought by handsome princes and by ugly wicked witches My hair is blonde and shiny and smooth or soft and long and fragrant and strong I'm just like my hair Shining bright like a flare In a world of unfair I'd get even and square (Grr, grr!) 'Cause I'm a Disney princess My skin is white and lovely So are my eyes and my teeth And everything about me Because I am perfect I'm created to win I'm the hero of your dreams Armed with my tears and high-pitched screams Sometimes I'd only sleep Then there comes his charming kiss It's hot, it's sweet, it's salty Thanks for waking me up! Sometimes I'd sneak on a ball Dancing 'til I hear my midnight call And leave one of my silver slippers For my curious prince to ponder Then he'd seek and find me And we'll live happily ever after! Wait, why am I here In this sad forgotten tower? With my evergrowing golden hair Can't even find a single stair I wanna go down I wanna go down so badly I wanna go down so deeply Somebody please help me Please help me go down And my wish is granted: A prince had just appeared He pulled down my slender hair Saved me from my lonely despair But “ouch! That hurts!” No it didn't! I'm just trying to flirt! (Wink, wink!) 'Cause I'm a Disney princess I can have all that I want I can make all those mistakes And fix them with a magical wand! My life is a dazzling fairy tale Packed with curses and magic spells Who really cares about moral lessons If everyone's happy like a bunch of morons? Because I'm a Disney princess! Everybody loves me Whatever I do You still wanna be me! Curtain closes, bells go chimes My story ain't over, it's just begun Countdown starts, five times the fun Four times the thrill, the Evil Queen awakes Thrice made the chill, the dragon is unleashed Twice turn the pages, here come the mages Once upon a time, I'm a Disney princess!
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
I'm A Disney Princess
I'm a Disney princess A pretty, pretty actress Sought by handsome princes and by ugly wicked witches My hair is blonde and shiny and smooth or soft and long and fragrant and strong I'm just like my hair Shining bright like a flare In a world of unfair I'd get even and square (Grr, grr!) 'Cause I'm a Disney princess My skin is white and lovely So are my eyes and my teeth And everything about me Because I am perfect I'm created to win I'm the hero of your dreams Armed with my tears and high-pitched screams Sometimes I'd only sleep Then there comes his charming kiss It's hot, it's sweet, it's salty Thanks for waking me up! Sometimes I'd sneak on a ball Dancing 'til I hear my midnight call And leave one of my silver slippers For my curious prince to ponder Then he'd seek and find me And we'll live happily ever after! Wait, why am I here In this sad forgotten tower? With my evergrowing golden hair Can't even find a single stair I wanna go down I wanna go down so badly I wanna go down so deeply Somebody please help me Please help me go down And my wish is granted: A prince had just appeared He pulled down my slender hair Saved me from my lonely despair But “ouch! That hurts!” No it didn't! I'm just trying to flirt! (Wink, wink!) 'Cause I'm a Disney princess I can have all that I want I can make all those mistakes And fix them with a magical wand! My life is a dazzling fairy tale Packed with curses and magic spells Who really cares about moral lessons If everyone's happy like a bunch of morons? Because I'm a Disney princess! Everybody loves me Whatever I do You still wanna be me! Curtain closes, bells go chimes My story ain't over, it's just begun Countdown starts, five times the fun Four times the thrill, the Evil Queen awakes Thrice made the chill, the dragon is unleashed Twice turn the pages, here come the mages Once upon a time, I'm a Disney princess!
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Ouch! It's hot! Ever so boiling! Too hot to handle! I can't stand this heat! I need a drink of water! Something nice and cool! Something ice cold! A drink! Anything!
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
Heat
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM ( for Driftwood ) She dances upon her tippy toes upon my toes whirling 'bout the room to DUM MAARO DUM she my little Bollywood queen. "Again...again....again!" she squeals mad with childish delight. Asha sings to us and we...dance! Sunlight throws itself at our feet. We dance upon it. Summer gasps holds its breath. There is nothing but the music....and us! She is all of three screaming: "Bollywood me...Bollywood me!" "This...won't....get the dinner done!" screams Mum above the fun. The record screeches and scratches ...ouch...off! I cut cucumbers into tiny tiny pieces. Tilly washes spinach and lettuce. But when Mum goes to answer the phone it's her best chum she will be hours we sneak Asha back into the kitchen. The return of. . . "Dum maaro dum Mit jaaye gham Bolo subaha shaam Hare Krishna hare Krishna hare Krishna Hare Ram!"
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
THE RETURN OF DUM MAARO DUM ( for Driftwood )
I am up on top am I going to die today? Will this hurt more that I think? Do I have to do this? That was not hard! HEY I did it! wow! Amazed! ouch help I think its broken crash, smash, boom uh my head did I just do that *** That was awesome LOL does it look bad? is it broken? that was very painful am I going to be okay? that was so fun dude you should try that Okay i’m done i’m not doing it again
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Skateboarding
Oh, MythBusters! I will be sad to see you go; Your explosive awesomeness and gut-busting science has kept me laughing since my twelfth year Fourteen seasons of exploding pigs and Adam screaming "Ouch!" and theorizing "Is Jamie a robot?" Oh, MythBusters! You will always remain in my heart as one of my favorite shows and I hope and pray that the re-runs keep rolling 'till the end of my days.
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Ode to MythBusters
Wake up. Think of you. Remember you've changed. Video games. Avoid texting you. Video games. Spend money. Feel terrible. Video games. Spend more money. Text you. Video games. Forget to eat. Video games. Ponder suicide. Day dream about death. Video games. Feel ****** You don't help. Check fridge. Drink. Video games. Think of you. Drink. Video games. Drink. Find my knife. Drink. Consider. Drink. Text you. **** you. **** me. Drink. Just one cut. Think of you. Drink. Drink. Drink. Wake up. Think of you. Ouch. "Just one cut." Woops. Text you. You still don't care. Drink. Nap. Rinse. Repeate.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
Typical
Fought One, Twenty-two skidoo. Cantankerous mad filamous She, That of her, Me. Piñata, stretched balloon Over my big fleshy ****** Tea and cakes, Painted my nails Painted my lips Like candy. Gold trinkets, Pour like mercury out of my ear. Ouch! I cried My feet in hot sandy Dreams. Flying peacocks tickle My ***** Oranges roll on chalk board tables Over stale rye bread. ***** dribbles out like mucus And a runny nose. Toilet paper and rusty water. ********** on you. Stocking lover. Fetish cover. Woman pusher. Mellifluous **** Look at my skin. Pink, beige, peach, red Porous, greasy, bacteria ridden hide. **** me like seppuku, Smother, suffocate me with Red jelly jam. Lubricate your finger with black Cancerous ash. Stick it in my naval, Unravel my umbilical cord Like so many filaments of my heart. Tear your flesh You auto ********* Rip your liver And force feed it Corn and maize Hay and grass Emory my nails against Red barn walls Until bare skin fundamentals Kisses with salty lips Inflame my ravishing Pig stomach. Kick my shin you Everything, Wake up you stupid ***** Void can be blue skies, Oceans call for suicide. Kiss me with delight, Raspberries tattooed In my ***** Strawberry cream Vanilla, milk, Ponderous infinity, Cotton, dough Honey and sage. Caustic gastric You and not me. Feel my legs, Touch my thighs, Lick my lips, Give me anything Not direct. Tie me up in complexities. **** my head up. Put me in a dream, Make me happy. Blair Butterfield 2004
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Jan 11, 2010
Jan 11, 2010 at 7:09 AM UTC
Rancour
Riding a Motorcycle Before I start my engine I know where I am going. The motorcycle and I are one. If the motorcycle goes fast, I go fast. If the motorcycle goes slow I go slow. If the motorcycle goes too slow I fall over. Ouch!
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
Motorcycle Zen
Shortly after his departure from the King's palace, the Little Prince arrived at another world. There were two halves. One; a field of sunflowers and the second; a city full of high rise buildings. He played around the field. Walking, Jumping, and Smelling the flowers. As he jumped around, he suddenly bumped into a gargantuan object towering over the field. Thump!. "Ouch!", he said, as he had one hand on, and leaned against it. "Amazing! Why didn't I see it as I went around?". The little prince was astonished at the object, as his head looked up to see the what the object was. "Hello!? Anyone up there?" He then hears a soft hum and light plucking, and with ecstatic might, he looks around the object for the source of the sounds. "Hello? Anyone here?" A loud rumbling came, as if an earthquake started. The object started to move. The little prince looked up and saw that it was a man, a giant! The giant had a serious look, and with him, had a basket full of sunflowers.. "What are the Sunflowers for?" The giant looked straight into the city and seemed to not hear the the little prince's question. "What are the Sunflowers for!?" The little prince shouted, because he was unanswered. The giant then looks at the little prince, smiled and silently gestured him to follow. Annoyed and curious, the Little Prince follows. The giant brought the Little Prince to the city, where it's bustling streets were crowded; and despite the noise of footsteps, car horns, and people on their phones, there is this eerie feeling of silence. The giant then stands eagerly on the sidewalk with his basket of sunflowers. He holds a sunflower from the basket and silently tries to hand one to the passing pedestrians. He tries and tries, but not one flower was given. "Why is everyone looking down?", The Little Prince asked, "Is everyone like that?" The giant looks at at The Little Prince, puts his finger over his lips. "shhh" the giant whispered, as he goes back to handing out flowers. The Little Prince slowly gets annoyed and furious at all his unanswered questions. "Why don't you say anything!?" The Little Prince asked. The giant then looks at the Little Prince, smiled, and leaned over to whisper. "I might disturb them", the giant said. The Little Prince was dumbfounded and confused at his response. "Adults are strange beings." he said, as he goes back to his ship and left for another planet.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
The Gentle Giant
Shortly after his departure from the King's palace, the Little Prince arrived at another world. There were two halves. One; a field of sunflowers and the second; a city full of high rise buildings. He played around the field. Walking, Jumping, and Smelling the flowers. As he jumped around, he suddenly bumped into a gargantuan object towering over the field. Thump!. "Ouch!", he said, as he had one hand on, and leaned against it. "Amazing! Why didn't I see it as I went around?". The little prince was astonished at the object, as his head looked up to see the what the object was. "Hello!? Anyone up there?" He then hears a soft hum and light plucking, and with ecstatic might, he looks around the object for the source of the sounds. "Hello? Anyone here?" A loud rumbling came, as if an earthquake started. The object started to move. The little prince looked up and saw that it was a man, a giant! The giant had a serious look, and with him, had a basket full of sunflowers.. "What are the Sunflowers for?" The giant looked straight into the city and seemed to not hear the the little prince's question. "What are the Sunflowers for!?" The little prince shouted, because he was unanswered. The giant then looks at the little prince, smiled and silently gestured him to follow. Annoyed and curious, the Little Prince follows. The giant brought the Little Prince to the city, where it's bustling streets were crowded; and despite the noise of footsteps, car horns, and people on their phones, there is this eerie feeling of silence. The giant then stands eagerly on the sidewalk with his basket of sunflowers. He holds a sunflower from the basket and silently tries to hand one to the passing pedestrians. He tries and tries, but not one flower was given. "Why is everyone looking down?", The Little Prince asked, "Is everyone like that?" The giant looks at at The Little Prince, puts his finger over his lips. "shhh" the giant whispered, as he goes back to handing out flowers. The Little Prince slowly gets annoyed and furious at all his unanswered questions. "Why don't you say anything!?" The Little Prince asked. The giant then looks at the Little Prince, smiled, and leaned over to whisper. "I might disturb them", the giant said. The Little Prince was dumbfounded and confused at his response. "Adults are strange beings." he said, as he goes back to his ship and left for another planet.
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My hair stood on end And I strongly felt my pride bend I was afraid you could hear As my poor heart beat frantically with fear That I would not please you That you would overlook me On that first day I saw you. Walking in springy steps like a fairy And wearing a smile that melt my heart Met in a handshake, Felt the tender touch I still couldn’t out make; “Aren’t you hugging me?” Ouch! On that first day I saw you. Hoped that the handshake Will go above the elbow Felt my mansion of desires going loose My submarine of hopes going afloat My dove of love on the shove On that first day I saw you my love.
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Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 5:31 AM UTC
ON THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU
Ouch. There's a tug somewhere deep in my gut. Ooh, a pinch almost. I hunch over, placing one one hand on my stomach. Squint my eyes and scrunch my nose. "You okay, *** "Yeah, ma. Can I just try on these jeans and get home? My tummy hurts." "You feel like you're gonna puke?" "No, just a little crampy." The discomfort continues. I grab the Levi's. Size 12/14. Shuffle into the dressing room. "Uh, mom . . . ?" "Yeah? Are they too big?" "Uh, no . . . " Then, in hushed tones. "Can you come here?" "What?" "Uh . . . I think maybe. I uh, got my period." Silence. Anticipation. Waiting for the happy mom, excited squeal, and Welcome-to-Womanhood! hug. A My-Little-Girl's-Growing-Up smile at the very least. Instead, with a straight face, "Oh, well, we'll have to take care of that. Did the jeans work out?"
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Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
Welcome to Womanhood
Ouch! says the saint as he Divests himself of the love Of created objects. Love! says the hippie Chickadee dee dee dee! But when he is bare, And shivering there What then? says the hen. How now? my brown cow. What is this? Says the instructress. A cool snowlocked Wisdom Out of earshot Scream and kiss Calm? Dead? A better compost Than most?
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Ouch! Says The Saint
As i was viewing the channel, my eyes suddenly turned blank i found myself in a deserted place all i felt the place was haunted As i looked around, i found a crow sitting on a tree i wondered where i was As i was walking by, to found out my way i sensed something following me i was so afraid even to turn back& i kept on moving Suddenly i felt my back was touch by someone, but this time i took a dare to turn back and to my wonder i saw a wolf it roared at me, Again another sound, forced me to look around and all i saw the two handsome vampires "The salvatore brothers" My eyes became still My breath was hold My body turned cold i became pause and i wonder are the wolf "Klaus or tyler" All i could see, the vampires & wolfs fights vampires protecting me from their fights My dream to meet vampires, My imagination My hope all was coming out to be real Only my wish to became vampire was to be fulfilled, i asked them to turned me up into a vampire, i imagined myself being a vampire my hot look my vampire teeth my craving for blood my fights with the wolf all i could see my dreams in reality But suddenly i was hit from bck "ouch" and to my wonder it was my dad everything vanished,no one was out there it was just a dream ?? my wish only remained a wish "Wish i could be vampire"
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
Wish i could be a vampire!!!
drink, drank, drunk hello there what? you like Mumford and Sons let's get out of here wow, this is a comfy bed wow, you're attractive wow, that's a lot of Jack to finish up kiss, kiss, kiss truth is erased when mixed with alcohol funny, isn't it wow, let's do this! your hands are so soft as they brush my face and you sweep the hair behind my ears kiss, kiss, kiss wow, this is fantastic Facebook Status; Relationship: ..... that's not my name who is this girl what what what ugh. not again. used. really. **** Good Morning :)   what? alright... Hey, there! confusion why am I always #2 side chick really ugh this ***** his eyes show me that everything is alright he wraps me up and I know in that moment he speaks the truth finally. then the stories come out, low self esteem and complicated life issues that still are left as a mystery to me he drinks to cure the numbness but it only leads to more I want to help but can't find the words **** new day. he smiles and once again reminds me everything is going to be okay I believe him drink, drank, drunk wow, I am used I am number 2 he only wants me for one thing how could I do this to myself again I let myself slip up again that poor girl the girlfriend the girlfriend that isn't me all these voices flood my head and repeat the obvious no one will ever love you. ouch. all my self respect dissolves into my tears I am alone. I could make him choose? what do I even say? when I am with him all my problems seem minimal... why would I leave that feeling to go to waste.... oh right, because being number two is disrespectful to myself. decisions decisions Then I see his smile and I am conflicted why me? why me? self respect or a cheater... "if he cheats with you, he will cheat on you..." my friends make this clear the answer seems obvious it should be easy to choose... yet why am I having such a hard time letting go.
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
the answer seems obvious
drink, drank, drunk hello there what? you like Mumford and Sons let's get out of here wow, this is a comfy bed wow, you're attractive wow, that's a lot of Jack to finish up kiss, kiss, kiss truth is erased when mixed with alcohol funny, isn't it wow, let's do this! your hands are so soft as they brush my face and you sweep the hair behind my ears kiss, kiss, kiss wow, this is fantastic Facebook Status; Relationship: ..... that's not my name who is this girl what what what ugh. not again. used. really. **** Good Morning :)   what? alright... Hey, there! confusion why am I always #2 side chick really ugh this ***** his eyes show me that everything is alright he wraps me up and I know in that moment he speaks the truth finally. then the stories come out, low self esteem and complicated life issues that still are left as a mystery to me he drinks to cure the numbness but it only leads to more I want to help but can't find the words **** new day. he smiles and once again reminds me everything is going to be okay I believe him drink, drank, drunk wow, I am used I am number 2 he only wants me for one thing how could I do this to myself again I let myself slip up again that poor girl the girlfriend the girlfriend that isn't me all these voices flood my head and repeat the obvious no one will ever love you. ouch. all my self respect dissolves into my tears I am alone. I could make him choose? what do I even say? when I am with him all my problems seem minimal... why would I leave that feeling to go to waste.... oh right, because being number two is disrespectful to myself. decisions decisions Then I see his smile and I am conflicted why me? why me? self respect or a cheater... "if he cheats with you, he will cheat on you..." my friends make this clear the answer seems obvious it should be easy to choose... yet why am I having such a hard time letting go.
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The Doctor has a Sense of Humor! <|> give a surgeon a scalpel and an excuse, and the artist emerges, for creativity is a good surgeon’s natural habitat Sure, sure, there’s a plan, with best and acceptable outcomes, but when messing with a real heart, a sly ***** with numerous deceptive guises at its disposal, you never for sure never know, despite all the advanced imaging techniques, exactly what you will find once you go spelunking in caves of life and death so, he takes a bit from here, and a bob or two from there, there a cut, here an incision deep, Old McDonald provided a body, or a canvas, and the Doc is happy. So I uncover holes where he probed, redeploying the healthy, like a good designer, Doc rearranges and repairs, a travelogue of splicing and dicing, his handiwork Now standing over you for many hours, can get tiring, though each ***** be different, unique even, but leaving a little marker, a stylized signature, is well, is the rightful discretion of the artiste! So you can imagine my surprise when the tubes removed (ouch!) the bandages ripped off in a signature move of a delighted nurse whose loves seeing grown men cry from lesser trivialities, you cannot imagine my surprise when I discovered my new tattoo, upon my chest front and center! *Herein please find your heart repaired, and revitalized: Please Note! We guarantee our work for minimum 15 years (Aug. 3, 2038), but our disclaimer we assume NO  responsibility after that if you should happen to live for 30 YEARS or more* Dr. P.
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Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 7:58 AM UTC
My Doctor has a Sense of Humor!
The Doctor has a Sense of Humor! <|> give a surgeon a scalpel and an excuse, and the artist emerges, for creativity is a good surgeon’s natural habitat Sure, sure, there’s a plan, with best and acceptable outcomes, but when messing with a real heart, a sly ***** with numerous deceptive guises at its disposal, you never for sure never know, despite all the advanced imaging techniques, exactly what you will find once you go spelunking in caves of life and death so, he takes a bit from here, and a bob or two from there, there a cut, here an incision deep, Old McDonald provided a body, or a canvas, and the Doc is happy. So I uncover holes where he probed, redeploying the healthy, like a good designer, Doc rearranges and repairs, a travelogue of splicing and dicing, his handiwork Now standing over you for many hours, can get tiring, though each ***** be different, unique even, but leaving a little marker, a stylized signature, is well, is the rightful discretion of the artiste! So you can imagine my surprise when the tubes removed (ouch!) the bandages ripped off in a signature move of a delighted nurse whose loves seeing grown men cry from lesser trivialities, you cannot imagine my surprise when I discovered my new tattoo, upon my chest front and center! *Herein please find your heart repaired, and revitalized: Please Note! We guarantee our work for minimum 15 years (Aug. 3, 2038), but our disclaimer we assume NO  responsibility after that if you should happen to live for 30 YEARS or more* Dr. P.
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