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Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Have a little slice of key lime pie; get down on your knees and get real high,
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!

Spank step, toe hop, cramp-shuffle, paddle and roll;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie.

Dig deep, riff-walk, clunk-click, scuff those feet;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!

Soft shoe or metal tap on the heel or toe, get your shoes on honey here we go!

Tastes so good, tastes so neat,
it’s a sweet and salty treat!
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!
The oral tap dance

Song link below:
Emily 6d
A piece of the pie
Is what all seek to obtain,
Instead of the bar.

Bar for average,
But if in dark chocolate, is
Tastier than Pi.
Seriously, though, Happy Pi Day to all—I’ll be celebrating with friends...and...plenty of pie.
Genevieve Feb 2018
please do not serve me **** pie on a silver platter!
oh, your unfamiliar with this type of pie?!! it is the kind
that is hot & fresh with buried lies and deceits colored scented to seem sweet.

Please, I do ask that you not serve this dish to me!
I see through and know there are many many layers
covering the other so I tell you do not serve to me
             **** pie on a silver platter!!          
Just be straightforward
then we are good and clear as long as you are a truth
teller you will have nothing to bury or hide baked
        into quadruple **** layered sphincter pie so keep it straight
        and girls won't hate but we will test and figure things out
        so go with caution just as long as we don't sniff a whiff
       being served to us by you via silver splat
oh oops, that was your face oh-oh.
Often the circles have been created by you
it just takes acknowledging their attitude
had been placed there by actions
or lies you choose to color and justify
Eryri Sep 2018
Frantic mornings can make me grumpy,
Got to get you both to nursery.
Get to the car we're gonna be late:
This is the time of day I really hate!
I'm seriously considering hypnotherapy,
To make these mornings a lot less hazy.
But - a saving grace - you are but three,
Which means you're often very funny!
And this morning is no exception,
As you always say something to break the tension!
And, as you are so young,
You often get the expressions wrong!
Like this morning in struggling to belt you in,
You looked to me with that lovely grin,
And declared so happily:
"Easy pie, daddy!"
Gavin Barnard May 2015
My intrapersonal personality
Is anything but close to reality.
Labeled as an INFP,
Falsified truths are there for me.

Constipated with imagination
And full of impossible destinations,
Building up my anticipation
For untractable proclamations.

The superstar in my heart
Doesn't know where to start.
They all claim I'm super smart
But I know I'm just a spare part.

Sealed in my room with a single outlet,
Alone with my imagination but no intent.
A poet by choice but human by heart,
Standing on my own, playing my part.

I never had a beginning
But I'm already winning.
An ace in the sky,
The wild card sent to die.

I've already have my piece of the pie,
And it was all just a D.I.Y.
CK Baker Feb 2018
lines cut heavy
on a button stretched brow
thick rubber shoes
and dragon canes
fill out the closet floor
gospel sounds
and narratives (drowned)
apparitions set sullenly
with voices of the past

finger pins
and crosswords
find the favor list
point men and preachers
tip up their tuscany caps
twitching and sign gazing
with spectacles held firm
recurring evening news
and beadledom views

clappers and caregivers
raise a crooked foot
grips and rockers
settle in on the front porch
gertrude grimaces
at an untimely turn
as the gooseberry pie
(with a smidgen of cloves)
chills by the night watch
CK Baker Jan 2017
leg on the table
you red face recruit!
put on the offensive
and break down
the bolted door
you are the soul saver
the peddle maker
the calibrator
with colored handbills
and front line

join the masquerade
in ivy league style!
politicking with
cunning guile
invisalign smile
blackened vile
bleeding the funnel
with gold plate omegas
and crocodile shoes

get on stage
and dance you fool!
you are the headline maker
the pantomime juggler
the compromised closer
pull out that 5 page review
(bullet points only please)
and polish those weathered lines

did you give it your all?
the door tags
and candies
the tidings
and clippings
the irrevocable claims
and postured blames
all the impressionable basics
put to the test?

you know the call
(straight from
those cold academics)
the pie chart gurus
and contract killers
(complete with bone in finger)
whipping their
frenzied crew
in an all night

old yellar
and the gatekeeper
sure seem amused
(sharpening their inquest
behind closed doors)
firing up the **** storm
with hostile ******
and a slew
of insatiable

there’s laughter from the back room:
the dripping nose
and wavering hand
the cut white lines
and checkpoint tales
the pipeline romance
and lacking form
(of a basic essential

and narratives
for logging time
slouching on the
steel case
over moot points
ready to play
the 3 weight
butter card
(if need be)

might I remind you
it’s only an inquiry
(with a slight hint of concern)
surely no
or deception intended
so step back from
the melt down
and cut to the chase!

headlines to breadlines
penthouse to outhouse
those immoral pursuits
have taken their toll
(haven’t they?)
madman or rogue
(you take your pick)
for the scores
and tabulations
are final

shame on you
for the foul play
the bold hypocrisy
and order desk games
the back stabbing blames
and spurious names
just sign on the dotted line...
this banter
is killing me
King Panda Oct 2016
I’m sorry you have to see me like this
all stinky and bruised
love, these thoughts torture me like this pie
it’s made with red corn syrup
it reminds me of your blood
I see underneath your skin
to your almond eyes shimmering
to your beating heart somewhere in Colorado
lord, how I love you
lord, how life is a road trip through **** sometimes
how we end up in rooms with pink noise
but how?
how does love end in places where no one wants to go?
where no one lives
where pie taste like blood
and you are pale, grief-stricken
almost crying
I see how things are
I see how I am a man destined to eat the air you left behind
you, perfumed with thoughts of me and I beat because of it
you, tortured by my spirit
you, half my soul. don’t run away just yet
wait until I finish my pie and fall over, flushed.
zebra Aug 2018
The new # 69 hoochi coochi smoochi
rubberized *** robot ****** sucker model 2.0
now available

feelin lonely
tired of spats
credit cards charged up from dates that don't put out
don't like the same restaurants
not ***** to your taste
cant stand the in-laws
you wana live costal, they like Kansas
tired of internet dating
and no time for a quickie

when the one you love tells you they aren't in the mood

well bunky
its a brave new world
take a spin in our new model
robot 69, 2.0
they talk
they walk
warm all ova inside and out
scented oiled perfumed *** optional
and flavored
to include
chocolate crunch, vanilla, strawberry
replete with an array of assorted interchangeable
*****, *****'s and butts
extra sturdy for ware and tear
and those little irresistible spankies and whoopins
you just cant live without
plus any colors, or rainbow rubber chasse
*** straight or mix it up how eva
trans trans gender

buy out right
or rent ala cart
deluxe or standard
voice activated

advanced multi lingual
baby talk and hits the high notes
talks back software program
NO always means YES
cu cu cu cu cu cummmmming
cooes I love you
**** me now *****
shred me you ****** ******
and many others
in over 50 languages

Other optional features include

age play
ethnic fetish
blow jobs
tipping the velvet
**** to mouth
salad tossing
spit roast
bare back
chicken head
death grip
mammary *******
Netflix and chill
brown bath
cream pie
motor boating

and the shocker  
two in the pink and one in the stink
adult ***
Drowning In ****

I cannot let the **** win,
Wipe the smile from this old chin,
When I drown in ****’s frown,
My world is just plain upside down.
So much beauty there to see,
Nature, art, poetry,
Stars, moon, astronomy,
A bedtime prayer on tiny knees,
A stranger’s bless you when I sneeze.
Relics from an artist past,
Pyramids, lovely vase, wide Mountain path,
Days of life with loving wife,
Fruitful work beating strife.
So many blessings for you or me,
Fish that swim in open seas.
Cloudy sky, birds that fly,
Ice cream and apple pie,
A nurse’s care when I die.
Nature, flowers, birds and bees,
Fall colors in every tree.
Faith in friends, a warming bath,
A mother’s love, a cooing dove.
So many clips of **** news,
People lost, children bruised,
Fills my heart with aching pain,
Need to find beauty again.

B. T. Whittaker

Wrote this because nothing but horror seems to flood the news, coming up from the U.S. Some days I lose faith and cry for balance. Terror in neon right on the doorsteps. Repeated over and over on Canadian politics for bad decisions, bigotry, and hate.
Drowning in ****.
I couldn't resist reposting this. Not sure things are better for sure
Crown Shyness Mar 12
Good you mentioned the cheesy moon,
I wanna do some quark with you.

No furter due to
words shocking.

You lay your hands into my bowl
and become part of me,
as you are the one swirling these eggs,
raining sugar onto my milk,
a dewdrop powder,
a kissing shower
up your ankles
to these cinnamon fingertips
stirring my lips,
preparing them to fall softly, sooo softly,
as if we'd be snow,
through yours again.

Creamy, steamy dough,
formed into this foundation,
hosting fluffy strokes
along the mattress
for your divine smile
tasting me.

Wrapping lips around
this delicious sound
coming out of your mouth,
greeting me when the big baking's over,
just for now.

Melting on your tongue
can't be wrong,
your saliva never was,
taking me in, dissolving,
running down your chin,
as the topping was

There are no places I would resist
feeling you on my tongue.

And so you swallow my dough,
you swallow my magically whipped cream,
down, where the sweetness gleams.
Just about cheese cake of course. ;D
SonLy Feb 22
Puede parecer difícil comenzar,
un mensaje escrito con simpleza,
cuyo significado es la grandeza,
para que tú puedas volver a volar.
Hace tiempo ya que te conozco,
desde entonces que no he dejado de sonreír
y quiero que cada día tú también puedas seguir,
con esas risas y sueños tan locos.
Jamás entendí el significado de la vida
ni siquiera de alguna de sus partes
pero con tan sólo entender tu imagen
siento que es lo único en lo que creería.
He visto como proteges a todos
incluso a quienes te hacen mal,
a quienes te quieren hacer callar,
siempre recibes las balas por otros.
Tantos años a pesar del sufrimiento
pusiste la otra mejilla
cuando cualquiera preferiría
huir lejos y evitarse un tormento.
Tormento que tú eliges enfrentar
cargando a los demás en tus hombros,
ellos sentados totalmente cómodos
y tú en la lucha, en la soledad...
Tienes una fuerza fuera de esta realidad,
no derramas ni una lágrima en vano
y si una aparece es un tesoro jamás encontrado,
tienen un significado muy especial.
Hoy buscan callarte y apagarte,
quieren doblegar tu voluntad
sintiéndose aptos para algo como tal,
buscan culparte y aprisionarte.
Cada día que he podido verte,
aunque sea sólo con el corazón,
noté que ocultas tu dolor
junto a ese rayo de luz tan fuerte.
Es del color más maravilloso que existe
sólo tú lo llevas a donde quiera que vayas
alumbrando aquellas vidas apartadas,
vidas que deciden sólo a ti seguirte.
Nadie es perfecto pero tú mi niña,
tú tiendes y te aproximas cual límite,
como la solución finita a esta vida.
Pero ahora debe importarte esa niña
que con dulces risas y miradas
contaba cuán alto sus alas llegaban
y cuán lejos en el futuro estarían
Que una vez cuando el mundo te golpeó
supiste sostenerte, una y otra vez
y si con más fuerza lo volvía a hacer
ahora una mano te ayudaría con valor.
Aunque el mundo esté en tu contra
y solamente sea tu voz la que se oiga
mi voz también se hará oír ante ellos
y no estarás sola de nuevo.
Tienes un espíritu maravilloso
y un potencial para tu vida inimaginable
y aunque sobre ti estén sus ojos
que no apaguen lo que te hace inigualable.
No te rindas porque este no es el fin
apenas comienzas, y no serás una más
de tantas mujeres que por querer salir
fueron controladas a conveniencia de los demás.
La importancia de tu ser y tu querer
deben prevalecer sobe cada cosa que hagas.
No me callaré y mucho menos te dejaré caer
Aún hay maravillas atrapadas en tus ojos
Infinitos como el universo
Infinitos como cada sueño
Infinitos como tu corazón
Infinitos como esta oración...
No te rindas aún chamaquita
It's that Stubborn Fever which keeps the Mood
And forced your Jewels to croak a relapse
Since a Year's Half-Pie you hoarded the Good
And denied some Peers your Fortune, perhaps
Are these the Charges we must Debate
And defend the Truth of such Falsity
It is a Blessing. That the Watchman was late
To keep him from salting your Dignity
Never again. Will this Harper reject
And cut the Strings which Truth comes to rely
To re-wire each String and play Respect
Then tie on turtle-shells before it dies.
Long-Distance Friend. The Black-Knobbed Swan's voice mute
Flies away bleeding; And left out my Flute.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
bk Oct 2018
You love the smell of fresh apple pie.
You love the sound of the high tide shore break.
You love the way the guitar feels on your fingertips.
You love the feeling you get when your around him.
You love the way the sun sets at home.
Darling, you love so much.
But if I asked you to name all the things you love,
How long would it take you to name yourself?

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