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What poem will you wear, when first we meet? How will I recognition-you, when you transverse my land? Unknown our faces, our voices, Only silent words electronic exchanged Will lantern, it be: one, if by land, two, if by sea? Will your ID badge, passport stamped and state, Your chest bear a witness-sign? The Arrivals Board flashes:                     une poétesse est arrivé                     eine Dichterin ist angekomme                     a poetess has arrived                     una poetisa ha llegado Will there be a haiku in your hair, A limerick exposed by raucous grin, Or just ten words allotted for your entire visit? **Desperate to locate Urgent to sensate Matters I take Into two cupped hands, On the shoeshine stand Climb and recite-shout** Know me by my words, Know me by the lilt lyrical Of my American accented, Canadian Tongue of my mother Know me by my words, Carved by time on my forehead, Poetry is the blood of this fool's soul, Hear me, find me, look upon me slamming Poems are the thorns in my palms, See me crucified, bleeding stanzas Upon my shoeshine stand cross Recitation resuscitation welcoming: Benedicting Gloria, Gloria, Gloria But if this should fail your attention to secure, Or the TSA unappreciate my second coming, Look for the crowd gathered round, A man of moderate height, in a tall hat, Beard scraggly, looking sorrowful Reciting the Gettysburg Address Either way, Should be easy peasy to find me, Grab your bag, off to short-term parking This is how an Americana poet meets n' greets Arriving poetess from a foreign land Is there any other way? ------------------------------ Postscipt **Alas, five years on and I know in my heart that you are not coming...**
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
What poem will you wear, when first we meet? (Aug. 2013)
What poem will you wear, when first we meet? How will I recognition-you, when you transverse my land? Unknown our faces, our voices, Only silent words electronic exchanged Will lantern, it be: one, if by land, two, if by sea? Will your ID badge, passport stamped and state, Your chest bear a witness-sign? The Arrivals Board flashes:                     une poétesse est arrivé                     eine Dichterin ist angekomme                     a poetess has arrived                     una poetisa ha llegado Will there be a haiku in your hair, A limerick exposed by raucous grin, Or just ten words allotted for your entire visit? **Desperate to locate Urgent to sensate Matters I take Into two cupped hands, On the shoeshine stand Climb and recite-shout** Know me by my words, Know me by the lilt lyrical Of my American accented, Canadian Tongue of my mother Know me by my words, Carved by time on my forehead, Poetry is the blood of this fool's soul, Hear me, find me, look upon me slamming Poems are the thorns in my palms, See me crucified, bleeding stanzas Upon my shoeshine stand cross Recitation resuscitation welcoming: Benedicting Gloria, Gloria, Gloria But if this should fail your attention to secure, Or the TSA unappreciate my second coming, Look for the crowd gathered round, A man of moderate height, in a tall hat, Beard scraggly, looking sorrowful Reciting the Gettysburg Address Either way, Should be easy peasy to find me, Grab your bag, off to short-term parking This is how an Americana poet meets n' greets Arriving poetess from a foreign land Is there any other way? ------------------------------ Postscipt **Alas, five years on and I know in my heart that you are not coming...**
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I was on the way to pick her up, was just about to cross a slippery slope on the front yard of my in-laws’ home. Forget how long it took me to cross, Huh, I had to solve a riddle. A Moon pops up halfway through, right in my way, it just won’t move. I said I don’t need any horoscope, already married, I am not a groom! She goes, I too don’t fancy fussing about. The riddle I got is only an easy-peasy one. Just tell me your W duo—Where and When did you take your first breath? I laugh, isn't it the mum who can tell best, who saw it first when I was born but I can't go back and ask her, she won’t show up unless I return home, picking her up. I said to the moon, o dear, never did I say you got a scar, that a spot on your face is cute, fair, is only a cool shadow of one’s deep-rooted fine lock of hair! I then ran to the expert scientist. He said it’s all vibrating but knows not where the heck, if ever the spin might stop. Again I ran to knock on the Sufi’s door. He seemed to know why I went there, And said in a deep voice, “as far as I know, you don’t have a sister-in-law!” Again the moon asks, in a heavy tone “Tell me the truth,” before it's too long, I said you’re in my way, “I am not asking for an acre of moon. Spare me a digit gap if you could.” Unlike how the lands on earth, she tells, keep changing the hands, owning the ultimate plot is still one’s dream. But no space is left unmeasured in space. You miss by a hairbreadth, no matter how tiny, and you might as well miss it by the eternity. So zero space can I spare says the moon This is it, the dead end, no more room to move. Still, even a closed circle can’t be close, the smallest atom is not the smallest to be closed. The constant spin inside it constantly finds ever more space to move on, because the root pi is cracked open, spills out a new decimal, though none can pinpoint, in this finest loophole the sky can sway and earth finds a mouth to jingle!
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
shofi-ahmed
Spare Me A Digit Gap
I was on the way to pick her up, was just about to cross a slippery slope on the front yard of my in-laws’ home. Forget how long it took me to cross, Huh, I had to solve a riddle. A Moon pops up halfway through, right in my way, it just won’t move. I said I don’t need any horoscope, already married, I am not a groom! She goes, I too don’t fancy fussing about. The riddle I got is only an easy-peasy one. Just tell me your W duo—Where and When did you take your first breath? I laugh, isn't it the mum who can tell best, who saw it first when I was born but I can't go back and ask her, she won’t show up unless I return home, picking her up. I said to the moon, o dear, never did I say you got a scar, that a spot on your face is cute, fair, is only a cool shadow of one’s deep-rooted fine lock of hair! I then ran to the expert scientist. He said it’s all vibrating but knows not where the heck, if ever the spin might stop. Again I ran to knock on the Sufi’s door. He seemed to know why I went there, And said in a deep voice, “as far as I know, you don’t have a sister-in-law!” Again the moon asks, in a heavy tone “Tell me the truth,” before it's too long, I said you’re in my way, “I am not asking for an acre of moon. Spare me a digit gap if you could.” Unlike how the lands on earth, she tells, keep changing the hands, owning the ultimate plot is still one’s dream. But no space is left unmeasured in space. You miss by a hairbreadth, no matter how tiny, and you might as well miss it by the eternity. So zero space can I spare says the moon This is it, the dead end, no more room to move. Still, even a closed circle can’t be close, the smallest atom is not the smallest to be closed. The constant spin inside it constantly finds ever more space to move on, because the root pi is cracked open, spills out a new decimal, though none can pinpoint, in this finest loophole the sky can sway and earth finds a mouth to jingle!
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our fruiterer is a riddling prankster who jumps up from every corner and tray and stacks, with any old silly riddle (1) “Looking at apples, eh?” he approaches Sandy *“What did the apple say to the bug? Oh – stop bugging me!”* And he laughs at his own humor (or lack of it) while severe Sandy rotates an apple in her left palm and he ventures to the next vulnerable customer, who is me “How, my dear man,” he proceeds to ask “do you fix a broken tomato?” I shake my head, bewildered and he unpacks his own riddle: “Tomato paste!” And he roars with laughter his chilli-sharp eyes pointed at his next customer (2) And off he goes with his riddles – with his booming voice, no pause and wrapping his answers in cracking laughs He jumps to an old man and he says: *“Why, do tell me, do bananas never feel lonely?”* “Cos they always come in bunches” And the young couple he regales with: *“Why did the tomato go out with the prune? Oh, come on…simply cos he couldn’t find a date!”* And to an old woman he says in  near-Oedipus style: *“What did the Dad Tomato tell his Kid Tomato? Ketchup!”* And as in a light musical he turns about and whoever he finds he unleashes his final: *“How do you fix a cracked pumpkin? Easy peasy – you use a pumpkin patch!”* Ah, our fruiterer is a riddling prankster who jumps up from every corner and tray and stacks, with any old silly riddle
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
raj-arumugam
the riddling fruiterer
our fruiterer is a riddling prankster who jumps up from every corner and tray and stacks, with any old silly riddle (1) “Looking at apples, eh?” he approaches Sandy *“What did the apple say to the bug? Oh – stop bugging me!”* And he laughs at his own humor (or lack of it) while severe Sandy rotates an apple in her left palm and he ventures to the next vulnerable customer, who is me “How, my dear man,” he proceeds to ask “do you fix a broken tomato?” I shake my head, bewildered and he unpacks his own riddle: “Tomato paste!” And he roars with laughter his chilli-sharp eyes pointed at his next customer (2) And off he goes with his riddles – with his booming voice, no pause and wrapping his answers in cracking laughs He jumps to an old man and he says: *“Why, do tell me, do bananas never feel lonely?”* “Cos they always come in bunches” And the young couple he regales with: *“Why did the tomato go out with the prune? Oh, come on…simply cos he couldn’t find a date!”* And to an old woman he says in  near-Oedipus style: *“What did the Dad Tomato tell his Kid Tomato? Ketchup!”* And as in a light musical he turns about and whoever he finds he unleashes his final: *“How do you fix a cracked pumpkin? Easy peasy – you use a pumpkin patch!”* Ah, our fruiterer is a riddling prankster who jumps up from every corner and tray and stacks, with any old silly riddle
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for jul she asks a-rat-a-tat sensible peppering of questions; “why do I give away my poems so easy and so fast, why me” the answer so readily apparent, so easy peasy lemon squeezy, my style is who you are! every-oft and every-then, a leader-reader believes my words so profound so entire so joyful wonderful! that title passes there and then a poem without a dedication but a-dressed-up-lovely without a ^hat,^  missing the zing of panache that makes its DNA complete, then someone comes along who loves it so more than enough, placing that rakish angled love with a bejeweled hat pin just so, and that hat makes the poem so much more, the jewel whispering confirmation vive la différence! so a dedication to/is purest dedication - exactly! and this one a jewel for the poem for jul be a just be cause 5:47am <•>
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
why I dedicate poems (jewel for jul just be cause)
for jul she asks a-rat-a-tat sensible peppering of questions; “why do I give away my poems so easy and so fast, why me” the answer so readily apparent, so easy peasy lemon squeezy, my style is who you are! every-oft and every-then, a leader-reader believes my words so profound so entire so joyful wonderful! that title passes there and then a poem without a dedication but a-dressed-up-lovely without a ^hat,^  missing the zing of panache that makes its DNA complete, then someone comes along who loves it so more than enough, placing that rakish angled love with a bejeweled hat pin just so, and that hat makes the poem so much more, the jewel whispering confirmation vive la différence! so a dedication to/is purest dedication - exactly! and this one a jewel for the poem for jul be a just be cause 5:47am <•>
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you know, i could do this **** all day long
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Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 5:59 PM UTC
david-badgerow
easy peasy lemon squeasy (10 word poem ten--last one)
you know, i could do this **** all day long
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Time or the essance of Death distilled. No matter the who - Someone , some force snowballed. The greatest daylight robbery - that of our TIME. TIME. is not money "At least in my books" -me.
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Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Fah
Timey Limey Easy Squeezy Lemon Peasy
Time or the essance of Death distilled. No matter the who - Someone , some force snowballed. The greatest daylight robbery - that of our TIME. TIME. is not money "At least in my books" -me.
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There are so many ways to say goodbye ‘Hellos’ are but a few there’s ‘adieu’ and ‘farewell’ just to mention one or two *‘Catch you later …alligator’* there are much, and many more of ‘Bye byes’ than of ‘Hi’s’ than a simple ‘Bonjour’ ‘See ya’ or ‘See you’ easier said than to cleave so, ‘So long’ won’t feel wrong so many ways to see you leave maybe, it’s because we depart more often than we come maybe, “hello” holds no meaning after it’s said and when it’s done goodbye could be good but hurtful for no sorrow in hello you feel but parting can be painful so we say ‘Keep it real’ ‘ta ta’, ‘toodeloo’ ’sorry it’s me…not you’ among the funny things we say like ‘howdy’, ‘how you?’ ‘cock-a-doodle-doo’ by early morning on your way so it’s hasta la vista see you soon, or cya later I’d better be along. take it easy easy peasy peace out and stay strong.
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Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 10:44 PM UTC
MyDearPoet
ttyl
There are so many ways to say goodbye ‘Hellos’ are but a few there’s ‘adieu’ and ‘farewell’ just to mention one or two *‘Catch you later …alligator’* there are much, and many more of ‘Bye byes’ than of ‘Hi’s’ than a simple ‘Bonjour’ ‘See ya’ or ‘See you’ easier said than to cleave so, ‘So long’ won’t feel wrong so many ways to see you leave maybe, it’s because we depart more often than we come maybe, “hello” holds no meaning after it’s said and when it’s done goodbye could be good but hurtful for no sorrow in hello you feel but parting can be painful so we say ‘Keep it real’ ‘ta ta’, ‘toodeloo’ ’sorry it’s me…not you’ among the funny things we say like ‘howdy’, ‘how you?’ ‘cock-a-doodle-doo’ by early morning on your way so it’s hasta la vista see you soon, or cya later I’d better be along. take it easy easy peasy peace out and stay strong.
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Man sometimes I wonder would I be better with a ... yes with a bag of chips in my hand Would birds flock to me or **** on me give me a tip about my bag of chips Some are succulent some rather greasy some chips crisp it's so easy peasy Bag of chips poets or something more profound my sweet chick a dee's maybe a **** scratcher (Then wash your hands) By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
christos-andreas-kourtis
Bag Of Chips
Man sometimes I wonder would I be better with a ... yes with a bag of chips in my hand Would birds flock to me or **** on me give me a tip about my bag of chips Some are succulent some rather greasy some chips crisp it's so easy peasy Bag of chips poets or something more profound my sweet chick a dee's maybe a **** scratcher (Then wash your hands) By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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We are like leftover love for dinner have a bit, winner, winner, I have a Magic Kitchen it's really bitchin' & so bewitchin' so much better the next time, or prepared inside a rhyme, add a bit of needed time, reheated for when it's breezy or even freezy, warm and cheesy easy peasy nice & squeezy, accompanied by a simple salad a soft playing ballad we have some arugula dressed up & maple roasted roots emmmm, so yummy yummy, for my tummy, making yummy memories & love... a private room for two, right here a there is a booth, in lovely pomegranate vintage dresses, my lovely silken raven tresses, lips taste of the sweetest wine, my tongue & you are intertwined, followed by Ben & Jerry's ice cream Sunday's, & once again love on Mondays, every day with you a funday, would you be my love come one day?
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
Moi-Cherie
Leftover Love For Dinner
We are like leftover love for dinner have a bit, winner, winner, I have a Magic Kitchen it's really bitchin' & so bewitchin' so much better the next time, or prepared inside a rhyme, add a bit of needed time, reheated for when it's breezy or even freezy, warm and cheesy easy peasy nice & squeezy, accompanied by a simple salad a soft playing ballad we have some arugula dressed up & maple roasted roots emmmm, so yummy yummy, for my tummy, making yummy memories & love... a private room for two, right here a there is a booth, in lovely pomegranate vintage dresses, my lovely silken raven tresses, lips taste of the sweetest wine, my tongue & you are intertwined, followed by Ben & Jerry's ice cream Sunday's, & once again love on Mondays, every day with you a funday, would you be my love come one day?
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So, they don’t let you know that it’s easy to be ready. All I hear on the topic, is: steady, or, “ready, Freddy?” It was so very easy, with myself, to be concerned. But look at me now, all these things, with which I’m adorned. Everyone is so easy to be around today A big change, but a great one, I say. They seem to look at me, thinking that I’m pulling a stunt. Although they think I cannot see their worry, I can; they are being rather blunt. Were I to have been told that being fine would be so easy peasy I may not have been as concerned about giving in, lemon squeezy. For once, I ran around and played some games with others out there. We all were in it to win it; they needed me, to be fair. Yet, it seems as though they really truly like me. Maybe myself really is the best thing to be. Today I laughed, screamed, ran, shouted, had a **** good time Should anyone ask me, I can only say: It was sublime! That was yesterday, when I promised to be more daring. Do not fear, it does not mean I cannot also be caring. This feeling is so wonderful, so nice. If it could last forever, man, that would suffice. I made a wish last night, as I looked up high at the stars, Please, I asked them, let this last awhile. Let me go far.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
selma-bee
Synonym for Ready; Antonym for Scared
So, they don’t let you know that it’s easy to be ready. All I hear on the topic, is: steady, or, “ready, Freddy?” It was so very easy, with myself, to be concerned. But look at me now, all these things, with which I’m adorned. Everyone is so easy to be around today A big change, but a great one, I say. They seem to look at me, thinking that I’m pulling a stunt. Although they think I cannot see their worry, I can; they are being rather blunt. Were I to have been told that being fine would be so easy peasy I may not have been as concerned about giving in, lemon squeezy. For once, I ran around and played some games with others out there. We all were in it to win it; they needed me, to be fair. Yet, it seems as though they really truly like me. Maybe myself really is the best thing to be. Today I laughed, screamed, ran, shouted, had a **** good time Should anyone ask me, I can only say: It was sublime! That was yesterday, when I promised to be more daring. Do not fear, it does not mean I cannot also be caring. This feeling is so wonderful, so nice. If it could last forever, man, that would suffice. I made a wish last night, as I looked up high at the stars, Please, I asked them, let this last awhile. Let me go far.
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love is easy peasy - letting go falling to catch the updrift wind fear is difficult - clinging on surface level entry wears away, turns to roots toxic. love is easy and requires work to dig up the fear roots , keep them away by gliding in the up drift allowing worries to flit , flutter , float away because loving is easy nothing to it at all natural flow inside my heart
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
Fah
love is easy
love is easy peasy - letting go falling to catch the updrift wind fear is difficult - clinging on surface level entry wears away, turns to roots toxic. love is easy and requires work to dig up the fear roots , keep them away by gliding in the up drift allowing worries to flit , flutter , float away because loving is easy nothing to it at all natural flow inside my heart
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through the use of some actions, you've made use of some of my organs I don't complain my third finger is claimed long ago by a band of gold no complaint your words etched in the wrinkles of my time easy peasy now with my legs encased in ice can't walk let me be, let me walk, let me breathe, let me be
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
alwaystrying
no complaint
through the use of some actions, you've made use of some of my organs I don't complain my third finger is claimed long ago by a band of gold no complaint your words etched in the wrinkles of my time easy peasy now with my legs encased in ice can't walk let me be, let me walk, let me breathe, let me be
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I promise to be the best I signed myself an oath In this ocean of life, I will row the boat It's a cold world, I will keep warm in my coat It won't always be easy I don't want the easy-peasy I will challenge myself I will dare myself My biggest competitor would be myself I will not limit myself I will encourage myself I will always be the best version of myself!
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
Gods1son
Best of myself
I promise to be the best I signed myself an oath In this ocean of life, I will row the boat It's a cold world, I will keep warm in my coat It won't always be easy I don't want the easy-peasy I will challenge myself I will dare myself My biggest competitor would be myself I will not limit myself I will encourage myself I will always be the best version of myself!
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Creative actions are more than enough To convince me that I am working hard Blooming flowers prove the point That nature has a method of showing the world How amazing we all are. Dedication from each of us can portray The effort of clarification from results Mornings of sunshine days are also great ways To feel we are on the firmest of footings and cups Of our enthusiasm drench us as our excitement bubbles Flesh is weak they say but not so Eliminate our thought process Just leave the muscle and the bones of the plan By any respect the job will be done Sometimes dwelling on an evaluation is fruitless Gain some notes in your tune Misalign your face and just work at it. Develop your space and live Don't think too much Enjoy the life with which we are blessed
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
max-hale
Easy peasy
Creative actions are more than enough To convince me that I am working hard Blooming flowers prove the point That nature has a method of showing the world How amazing we all are. Dedication from each of us can portray The effort of clarification from results Mornings of sunshine days are also great ways To feel we are on the firmest of footings and cups Of our enthusiasm drench us as our excitement bubbles Flesh is weak they say but not so Eliminate our thought process Just leave the muscle and the bones of the plan By any respect the job will be done Sometimes dwelling on an evaluation is fruitless Gain some notes in your tune Misalign your face and just work at it. Develop your space and live Don't think too much Enjoy the life with which we are blessed
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in the valley feel no need to scale any peaks just easy-peasy lay low let the long silken rays drape my weary soul in glowing golden glory.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
april-dawn
Another day
in the valley feel no need to scale any peaks just easy-peasy lay low let the long silken rays drape my weary soul in glowing golden glory.
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Solving for the x. Step by step Time is clocking theres no time for any misstep Thought I had been getting ready for these arithmetics But now I feel like in anesthetics. Maybe it aint in my genetics These mathematics got me feelin dumb Aint got energy to solve. Ive been feeding myself of crumbs, been livin in a slum Aint easy to have the mind in the equations when everything else is off Balancing these numbers dont go so peasy when all I want to do is tell the world to **** off Because who cares about this x when theres no money in the checkbook I got more problems than the chapters in this textbook Hoping all this senseless calculations will improve my situation But waiting for the future is hard when Im living on a ration Been working all my hours in exchange for some dollars All of this cause my momma said the only ones that make it are the scholars But the work I put in seems to be less than the money I receive. And it all goes away to the bills. Got barely any left to live. Divide the provisions and multiply the meals Make sure that tonights dinner is a bit more than beans Hope that my body has had enough proteins to keep all this going on Because it seems my mind is about to shut down.  Dont know if I can find the answer you were hoping for.
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
kim_v
Arithmetics
Solving for the x. Step by step Time is clocking theres no time for any misstep Thought I had been getting ready for these arithmetics But now I feel like in anesthetics. Maybe it aint in my genetics These mathematics got me feelin dumb Aint got energy to solve. Ive been feeding myself of crumbs, been livin in a slum Aint easy to have the mind in the equations when everything else is off Balancing these numbers dont go so peasy when all I want to do is tell the world to **** off Because who cares about this x when theres no money in the checkbook I got more problems than the chapters in this textbook Hoping all this senseless calculations will improve my situation But waiting for the future is hard when Im living on a ration Been working all my hours in exchange for some dollars All of this cause my momma said the only ones that make it are the scholars But the work I put in seems to be less than the money I receive. And it all goes away to the bills. Got barely any left to live. Divide the provisions and multiply the meals Make sure that tonights dinner is a bit more than beans Hope that my body has had enough proteins to keep all this going on Because it seems my mind is about to shut down.  Dont know if I can find the answer you were hoping for.
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Take a walk through twisted ego of black veined demonik witch Incantation ritual goes one three six and six and six The writing on the wall spells out some freaky ****** **** If you dont wanna know Dont get me started on all this And yes I found my soul even before I found me **** Always got to know Like upside in and madouv it You think your bustin ***** But ball is easy peasy prey We go right to, walk through the source And decide it we wanna stay Or not Ye show me what you got Im waiting on the sound But all I hear is Tick Tick Tok **** This ***** On any poisoned *** Bending all those knees For big sky daddy’s poxy **** Its sick And sad But **** it thats too bad Gotta smash your little brain In cleansing flame and rains Of pain Dont waste my time with ******** games I need the right kind of insane Gotta learn how to sustain Never afraid to take the blame Yes We in There's only one way out So get the party started What the **** is this about Im a’courtin all my envy And im stroking all my doubts So meet me at the pearly gates With cleansing flame and Rains of pain
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Cronedrome
Rains Of Pain
Take a walk through twisted ego of black veined demonik witch Incantation ritual goes one three six and six and six The writing on the wall spells out some freaky ****** **** If you dont wanna know Dont get me started on all this And yes I found my soul even before I found me **** Always got to know Like upside in and madouv it You think your bustin ***** But ball is easy peasy prey We go right to, walk through the source And decide it we wanna stay Or not Ye show me what you got Im waiting on the sound But all I hear is Tick Tick Tok **** This ***** On any poisoned *** Bending all those knees For big sky daddy’s poxy **** Its sick And sad But **** it thats too bad Gotta smash your little brain In cleansing flame and rains Of pain Dont waste my time with ******** games I need the right kind of insane Gotta learn how to sustain Never afraid to take the blame Yes We in There's only one way out So get the party started What the **** is this about Im a’courtin all my envy And im stroking all my doubts So meet me at the pearly gates With cleansing flame and Rains of pain
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immortality is easy-peasy. you play dead. you live now. and simply continue. you just get on with it. zig-zag in plain sight. like a shimmer in an old daguerreotype. if you must fade. always do it sideways.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
third-eye-candy
you play dead
immortality is easy-peasy. you play dead. you live now. and simply continue. you just get on with it. zig-zag in plain sight. like a shimmer in an old daguerreotype. if you must fade. always do it sideways.
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The little boy who cried life All he ever wanted was a Piece of the pie but all All he ever got was A life full of lies trying Trying to materialize And fantasize coming With images in his mind What does he realise? What does he take from life? I guess he just has to Improvise and accept life as it I guess he has to simplify And relax and handle his biz Life didn't come lemon squeezy Its hard the opposite of easy peasy Then one day the boy cried he Said himself this world is a lie And then he saw as his tears fell And all he could think to himself is Life.....
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
christopher-johnson
the little boy who cried life
The little boy who cried life All he ever wanted was a Piece of the pie but all All he ever got was A life full of lies trying Trying to materialize And fantasize coming With images in his mind What does he realise? What does he take from life? I guess he just has to Improvise and accept life as it I guess he has to simplify And relax and handle his biz Life didn't come lemon squeezy Its hard the opposite of easy peasy Then one day the boy cried he Said himself this world is a lie And then he saw as his tears fell And all he could think to himself is Life.....
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~for the co conspirators, they know who they are, them foreign poets~ write in solitudes, provocations arriving from within and without, the hot magma melting internally, the sting of red scars from arriving cold asteroid hits all I’ve got to do is faithfully transcribe the knife fights, the not OK corral fights, the trailing comets passing-laughing their tales off at the black hole idiot who said writing poetry is easy peasy of course making it easy, no issue no problem, just by picking up those peasy pieces of leftover me 11:48pm 4-4-2019
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
make it looking easy peasy (writing poems)
~for the co conspirators, they know who they are, them foreign poets~ write in solitudes, provocations arriving from within and without, the hot magma melting internally, the sting of red scars from arriving cold asteroid hits all I’ve got to do is faithfully transcribe the knife fights, the not OK corral fights, the trailing comets passing-laughing their tales off at the black hole idiot who said writing poetry is easy peasy of course making it easy, no issue no problem, just by picking up those peasy pieces of leftover me 11:48pm 4-4-2019
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There once was a knife, That almost took a life. For a deed that she did, She then hid. Escaping the world of hate, She was to follow fate. But the path wasn't easy, Certainly not easy peasy. She saw the eyes of the dead, With ***** of fury on her head. Anger was far from what she was feeling, The baleful wounds that needed healing. But the wounds were too deep, Even with every weep. But it was time though, For the show. To face her final fate, That was unfortunately was filled with hate. She took one last glance at herself before taking the knife, But this time it took a life. her life.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
KZM
//E N O U G H.
There once was a knife, That almost took a life. For a deed that she did, She then hid. Escaping the world of hate, She was to follow fate. But the path wasn't easy, Certainly not easy peasy. She saw the eyes of the dead, With ***** of fury on her head. Anger was far from what she was feeling, The baleful wounds that needed healing. But the wounds were too deep, Even with every weep. But it was time though, For the show. To face her final fate, That was unfortunately was filled with hate. She took one last glance at herself before taking the knife, But this time it took a life. her life.
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for once i agree i think we are better as nothing at all im happier now and i'll let you be the same no harm done in doing nothing at all
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Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 9:57 AM UTC
fuckingsick
easy peasy
for once i agree i think we are better as nothing at all im happier now and i'll let you be the same no harm done in doing nothing at all
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To love you is easy To live with you not so peasy Then again I am no breeze Many times you could have left with ease Life has not always been a smooth ride for us Especially the lack of time and distrusts Many challenges we have faced together Who knows if it will last forever But I love you so And never want to let you go Because all I need at the end of the night Is you to hold me tight xxxxx
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
philipa-james
To My Valentine
To love you is easy To live with you not so peasy Then again I am no breeze Many times you could have left with ease Life has not always been a smooth ride for us Especially the lack of time and distrusts Many challenges we have faced together Who knows if it will last forever But I love you so And never want to let you go Because all I need at the end of the night Is you to hold me tight xxxxx
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There's something about hatred so **** so seductive so satisfying so simple easy peasy I hate you Are you feeling me judgemental you evaluating these lines with wine I hope Red is the thing here to capture you your feel on this offended? Feeling nothing more than feelings hooked on red, aren't we? easy now let's not be ***** this death you wish upon me gripped clenched life needs death don't be ashamed you want mine exhort yourself past me past my strings of things past my body rotting on hello poetry stinking to high rhythm filled with glee or is that anger **** you seems to rise unbidden -oh what a word you tsk-tsk a line and death is your friend not me I fuckin' hate you nothin' personal just that you breathe and think to angst every syllable I am smitten with you your reading and these electrons flowing between us Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 10:30 PM UTC
Denniswillis
Hate Red
There's something about hatred so **** so seductive so satisfying so simple easy peasy I hate you Are you feeling me judgemental you evaluating these lines with wine I hope Red is the thing here to capture you your feel on this offended? Feeling nothing more than feelings hooked on red, aren't we? easy now let's not be ***** this death you wish upon me gripped clenched life needs death don't be ashamed you want mine exhort yourself past me past my strings of things past my body rotting on hello poetry stinking to high rhythm filled with glee or is that anger **** you seems to rise unbidden -oh what a word you tsk-tsk a line and death is your friend not me I fuckin' hate you nothin' personal just that you breathe and think to angst every syllable I am smitten with you your reading and these electrons flowing between us Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
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