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norris rolle Apr 2011
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Mystery woman, without a face.
hard to find. without a trace.
Romantic magic - pure illusion.
Finding her will cure confusion.
Enigmatic. Hidden treasure,
Somewhere out there in the world
Her worth and value can't be measured
Better than diamonds and pearls.
Mystery woman gat me wonderin'
If she really does exist.
So many moons i have been ponderin'
Did i somehow hit and miss.
Did i find her and mistreat her?
Did she have some sort of mask?
Did my attitude defeat her?
Was i just too much a task?
Mystery woman show me plainly
Who you are and where you be,
Cause i am runnin' round insanely
To unveil this mystery.
Rob Sandman Mar 2016
The Ballad Of Jack Hammer (Concept by Jay Byrne)
=========================
Jack Hammer-Jay Byrne Black Fang Rob Sandman aka Schizophrenic.

Listen up I got a tale to tell.
About a black jack rabbit known for raisin' hell.
Jack Hammer's his name. Retribution the game.
Out on the plain with his kinfolk he did dwell.
Til that fateful day. No forgettin it.
Loss so painful. Jack was but a leveret.
While playin' out back.
Along the track came Black Fang and the Red River Pack.
And they were lookin, for blood.
Notorious outlaws up to no good.
In the low sun and The Pack started gunnin'.
So Jack started runnin'. The damage was done and it was over.
No time for goodbye. He just stood there.
Lookin' the Devil in the eye.
While his Momma bled.
The wolf walked up and this is what he said.

Are you sore that the Fang took away your Paw?
and the River Run's red with the blood o' your Maw?,
well hop away little blackjack eyes red raw,
-tell the rest o' the prairie what you done saw,
Red River is the Pack,I'm the one with the crown,
I'm the big bad wolf who blew your whole life down!
so cower and quiver little wabbit,have a cry...
you little ******* you took my **** eye!


From out me back pocket, pulled out me slingshot..
..I'm a real crack-shot when it comes to bringin' pain across lots.
Ya never saw it quicker.
Lickety-split I skedaddle into the thicket.
Then he was gone...

Spent the next few years wanderin'. Ponderin' recompense.
Lived paw to mouth honing his defense..
..and offense. Hell bent on atonement.
Twin six-guns blazin', layin' judgement.
While The Pack kept killin'.
Full split, full chisel, goin' the big figure.
Black Fang said it himself.

none bigger none badder than the Pack I'm with,
spit venom that hisses,hogleg never misses,
no-one messes with the red river,do and you die,
cry wolf-get engulfed,leave your colt lie,
whole pack'll rip lead to your head if you try,
but-one thing niggles while I sup down Rye
is to **** that rabbit that took my **** eye,
heard he built some fame,got himself a name,
Jackhammer IS MINE I STAKED MY CLAIM
.


Like a freight train runnin' on collision course.
Jacks fate's been comin' like an iron horse.
Tour de force, pent up, fired up ready to blow.
On a stormy night into town he did stroll.


Jack walked into the saloon.
Black as all hell, no light from the moon.
Fang at a table playin' poker.
Soon to be Dead Mans Hand for that joker.
The pack'll pay.
I'll put the red in your river bringin' Judgement Day.
Stormbringer I'll deliver. Got an itchy trigger-finger..
..cos I'm quicker and fitter. Juiced up, not goosed up on hard liquor.
Then he catches me eye.
Takes a sip of his rye and says..

if it ain't the **** nipper that took the fang's eye,
waited all these years to come here and die,
no odds no winnin' no end to my sinnin' ,
Pack back up,fair game fangs winnin
last chance saloon,I'm too old for you,
ain't no-one ever outdrew me and old blue,
Navy Colt revolver,dead problem solver
so 'ware this wolf,you couldn't **** with silver


Black Fang, I've come to collect.
Anybody that don't wanna die better mosey outback.
But the pack can stay.
For what ya done did you're dyin' this day.

as I opened my mouth and slid my paw to old blue,
twas like the heavens opened up on my whole **** crew,
twin revolvers spitting,splittin' open my pack,
last shot ripped ripper my lieutenant in the back

cause I dragged him over me,hit the deck too,
little rabbit thinks its,over cause I  was hit too,
then I let rip,aiming straight for the head,
coulda sworn that shot left Jackhammer dead
... (but did it?)
Another unfinished track by myself and Jay Byrne... give us a few likes to hear the end(lol cliffhanger style!)
Brad Lambert Dec 2013
Amidst my self-sinkin' a'droppin' down
into involuntary shunts you note:

"Pensive, pensive–
He is always so pensive.
He smokes another cigarette
and takes another bath."


Amidst crossin' o'clawfeet
in clawfoot tubs you repeat:

"Check the water for them words
you were park-wanderin' a'lookin' for
while I was out all last night
a'lookin' only for you."


And as I look,
I do only, for you.

"Sometimes – sometimes I am so in love with you, it's surrealism.
My heart's breaking from the weight, from my romanticism,
a castaway'd castawayer a'makin' memoirs in the morning.
I'm a beach-combing romantic; I'll fall out of love by the morning."


Ponderin' a'wanderin' takes me back to the Fall with leaves, fallen too;
to our breaking point, pointing skywards in the off-season kite flying season.
I kiss the wind washing over my face and curse all the dumb, **** reasons
that I never did kiss you; I never meant to kiss you. I do only, for you.

*"Pensive, dear pensive,
you do this for me:
Go ponderin' for months–
O' sonderin' on o'er me."
Not sure if this is something I'm necessarily proud of, but I felt like I'd share anyways.
Nothing was the same...
nothing was the same when you left my side,
I was cold and deprived of the eyes that i loved and the waist that i hugged.
Nothing was the same....and I...cant..
Nothing was the same when I saw you again, with another,
my souls mirror cracked, and flooded my heart with shards that stopped my heart the moment our eyes locked.
i wanted to be under the covers!and I cant..get away from it all, I wanted it all back but at the time I don't want a inch,or a fraction...
none of which would replenish the satisfaction, we once had...
Nothing was the same, i drink my thoughts watching the rain.
ponderin and ponderin wonderin,and wanderin where would I be if you followed back to the place were we once laid not so long ago,
i heard the bell toll,and we kiss soo , much passion filled the air, now its nothing more than fumes of my lungs blackening, whats happening??
I know....
Nothing was the same, and living I cant, but surviving I am..

BY: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
5/7/14

From all of the blanks
floatin' up in my mind
By knowledge indeed
i am but as blind

So without it to prevail
there is no understandin'
For a word just mere a word
when nothin' in the endin'

Tho to believe 'n' witness
firmly within my capabilities
Please would Ye make it one
of ibn Yusuf's accepted abilities

By flowin' through veins
'n' the ponderin' upon
The heart alone to beget
which thread to be on

Thy example of livin'
aswell as Thy deeds
Come to be the only things
that i will ever need
*

..assalaato assalaamo alayka ya Sayyidi...!


..salawaat'Ullahi wa salaamahu alayhi wa aalihi wa sahbihi...!


..revive thy consiousness
    'n'
       love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 23/01/1437
jeffrey conyers Aug 2012
Words stated without proof,
Can create stress?
And gulit for the parties involved.

Without a proof of evidence.
You're spreading strictly fiction.
Without facts.

Still rumors.
Just keep on rollin' from the tip of their tonques.

Strange stares.
Those odd looks.
Have you ponderin' if they might be true.
Or , least if those spreadin' them is jealous of you.

Still rumors.
Keep on rollin' from the tip of their tonques.

Its been stated.
You shouldn't accuse.
If you aware it's not true.
Because they might react to confirm it.

Still rumors kept on a comin'.

Others states to et it go.
But that to some is confirmation.
You got somethin' goin' on.

Then , there a few.
Who treated  it as  good news?
That those spreadin' them.
Must be jealous of you.

Besides, rumors just kept on comin'.
Brad Lambert Apr 2014
Grass does grow green in Spring.
Snowmelt's been done, drawn out.
Aye, how you all feign complacency.
(I kiss men at dusk in the street light.)
I've been restless all night, goin' on about them
rimed hearts and their timely, metered whispers in ears:

O' they say he's got a stellar mind
but that his bones carry weights unkind
and unknown to the modern man's heart.


O' they say we'll never know just how
hard he fell; he loved you then and now
he spends his days aching from rapt thoughts.


O' they say he's bound to collapse in
but what do they know of whisperin'
and weights of wanting– So heavy still!


You hold them pages to the flames, what delusions!
Hearts be weighted with bells and ringing.
You've wrapped thoughts 'round index and thumb, such confusion–
Heavy-weighted with iron shavings.

You never go far for anything.
You're wont to be needin' some more swell.
You see the water run from the well.

And everyone here is moving a bit too slow.
And I'm getting a bit too restless.
And every day passes without something to show–
And I am feeling rather restless.

I was just a'pacin' through them woods.
I'm prone to be wantin' some more swell.
I have drank the water from the well.

No, I was just a'snappin' down on some smoked skin.
And everyone since drives me straight moot.
No, I was just ponderin' that moment– Some sin!
Yea, every day since I've felt clumsy.

They'd call it a whoopsy-daisy slip
into loose and hazy days and nights.
Whip-lashing from nails; scratches down backs.

There ain't no more whistlin' nay howlin' in this place.
Hush now, until the well runs bone-dry.
There ain't no wratch who's been wretch'd out like you– Some chase!
Hush'd and still, this well's gone and ran dry.
jeffrey conyers Aug 2012
Words stated without proof,
Can create stress?
And gulit for the parties involved.

Without a proof of evidence.
You're spreading strictly fiction.
Without facts.

Still rumors.
Just keep on rollin' from the tip of their tonques.

Strange stares.
Those odd looks.
Have you ponderin' if they might be true.
Or , least if those spreadin' them is jealous of you.

Still rumors.
Keep on rollin' from the tip of their tonques.

Its been stated.
You shouldn't accuse.
If you aware it's not true.
Because they might react to confirm it.

Still rumors kept on a comin'.
jeffrey conyers Feb 2011
I'm kissin' today goodbye.
But, I have yet to live throught it.
I'm kissin' my girl so long.
But in my mind I'm  in need of her.

I'm kissin'
Anything and everything until I'm satified.
But, I know I'll change my mind.
Because germs would be upon my mind.

And, who want that?
Even a cat is picky about their fur.
And unlike animal lovers.
I know I'm not kissin' her.

Who know what that cat been lickin' on?
Be gone germs.
Be gone.

I'm kissin' upon my girl.
And I'm even ponderin' her.
Cause, who knows the lips she has kissed before I known her?
But than she could be questioning me.
Because I always tryin' to kiss her.

But really?
Aren't that what the lips was created for?
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am i ee Sep 2015
the big fat bus,
with the big fat yellow bootay
was racing along
the country,
shore to shore,
sea to shining sea,
gulping in every sight.

as she flew through the west,
she caught sight
of a handsome young brave
sitting not far off the
side of the
road,
sharpening the blade of
one mother,
of one huge mother,
of a huge mother ******' knife.

and she thought she caught sight of
another huge shiny blade.

silhouetted against the backdrop
the light blue cotton sheets
gently swaying in the warm wind
on this sunny day,
filling them with fresh sweet
scent of fresh
sun dried air.

he intently focused
on the blade,
holding it up to the sky and
slowly,
very slowly,
drawing his thumb over
the edge
over and over,
'gettin' there'
'gettin' there'
he must be thinkin'
she was a thinkin'.

speeding along,
she glanced quick right,
and thanked the good lord
she was born without a head.

nor any tufts of fine locks on
her big fat yellow bootay.

for she had no hankering’
to be gittin’ no scalpin’.

better leave those up
to those oh so annoying
two-legged humans.

note to self,
she did make,
one to herself,
that if ever she passed this way
agin’.
she would give this
fellow one wide berth.
as he’s a lookin’
like a fellow
she didn’t want,
with to be,
messin'.

YET...
thought she.....

meanwhile, way over yonder
the manly cowboy
felt a chill grow,
shivers crept up his spine,
just as he felt a cool breeze
caress his scalp.

'hmmm that brave lad
can’t still be a ponderin’
if’n he’s awantin’ to be scalpin’ me?
he can’t!
can he?'

'nah!'
thought the manly cowboy,
pulling his wide-brimmed hat
ever so firmly down on his head.
if you have a hankerin' to read from the beginning... see the Collections,  The Manly Cowboy & Chronicles of a Big Fat Yellow Bootay
everly Jun 2017
Today
I was thinkin'
bout all the girls
and boys
that turned 'to
girlfriends and boyfriends
straight outta their
playpens bein'
frightened by their
fears of aliens and boogiemen
Today
I was ponderin'
bout that girl I saw
wanderin' and
squanderin' her life
away on him
Today i was thinking
about the ones who spend there months
chasing the moon and like floatin'
Today
I got to wonderin' 'bout
the children who were
outspoken
listened
and paid attention
to the instruction
they were given
as young ones
and grew up to be
doctors, physicians,
and firemen
One of my first poems written the summer of 2015
Travis Green Apr 2021
Who knew that I’d fall for his heart?
Feelin’ hot sparks like lava on my body,
Gettin’ lost in his thuganomics,
Feelin’my heart wantin’ to rock steady with him
Cop a shot of Ciroc and engage in heavy conversation
With exhilaration and anticipation
Constantly ponderin’, stutterin’, filling his love all in my thoughts
Steadily dreamin’ and spendin’ my time
Drownin’ in my own memories
Wishin’ to wander in his street soul
And flow into his floetic oceans
Feel his devotion, charmed by his potion
Seepin’ into his motion, losing control and coastin’
With his thugness, roughness, such sexiness
A dope boy like the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,
So perfect, so sincere, had me starin’
And ready to marry him, thinkin’ he could be Real Love
Like Mary J Blige, no doubt
Had me strolling the block dolo, rocking my polo
Bumpin’ slow jams on my Android phone
Every anthem hittin’ different, infectin’ my core, makin’ me sore
So stressin’ the situation, messin’ with my mental,
Unable to think straight, wonderin’ how long it would be
Before he noticed me and see that I needed him

Could we just relax and reminisce on whatever?
Share kisses and make wishes on the stars shinin’ outside
Allowin’ our emotions to rise and react
Carry us into stages of elevated passion
A little tongue action and ravishing caresses
Lemme feel his flex like a lex
Lemme stroke him in slow-mo
My essence all deep in his soul
How could he deny my power game?
I aim to serve and calm his nerves
Have various poetic words written all over his flesh
Have him in a daze and spaced out
Getting’ litty with it, so hip with it
Lovin’ him, sexin’ him, givin’ him what he needs
As we ascend into other dimensions
Our energies in synergy
Our frequencies steamed
Our beings gleaming
Swimmin’ in ecstatic streams
Everything so breathtaking
Travis Green Apr 2021
He the kinda ***** that got me imaginin’ carnal thoughts
Ponderin’ on his **** *** comin’ to my crib
**** the chillin’ and conversatin’ ****
Let’s get into some lovemakin’ and kissin’
Say I wanna rip your clothes and flow into **** show
Wanna bite your lips, apply pressure, taste the blood
Drippin’ in my mouth, hearin’ your moans,
*****, you turnin me on, I can see the passion in your eyes
Mesmerizin’ your majesty, makin’ you love me deeper
You’re not getting away from me
Cling on to me, blow in my ears, take me upstairs to your bedroom
Watch me force you on to the bed, jump on top of you
Kissin’ you fiercely, workin’ your **** in me, movin’ up and down
Getting’ into it, feelin’ your **** wreck my walls
How astonishin’ you are, got me going crazy
Baby, keep it coming, don’t withdraw
Please don’t pull it out, stroke it nice and right
*****, pass me a port, I need to smoke this **** out
‘Cause you rockin’ my ******’ life

I ain’t gonna deny the **** I feel
Can’t let this ***** go ‘cause I’m so dickmatized
So magnetized by this rapturous ride
So high off your spark, caught up in lust
Marvelin’ at your body, devourin’ all your ****
Starin’ at your eyes on my phatty, so rapt on me
I see you *****, *****, you’re fixated on me
I see the luscious liquor takin’ over our minds and bodies
Got us floatin’ in ecstasy, ready for whatever
So invested in this ****, so lost in your sexiness
I’m grindin’ and grindin’, steadily smokin’ and smokin’
Holding your hands, so drunk in your ****** lands
Wantin’ this moment to last forever
To never cease, keep in your deepening bliss
Daddy, daddy, you so bomb,
You got me swervin’ in outer worlds
Steadily servin’ you this ***
Am I doing it right?
Can you feel my ****?
Do you like the way I ride your ****?

I feel like I’m soaring in space
Reverberating around the stars, so far from home
Feelin’ so right, feelin’ so alive
I’m hovering in your hypnotic heat
Booming my head to the beat
There’s no place better than this escape
When I’m engulfed in your nation
You’re taking me to feral states
I can’t hold back the feelin’ that you givin’ me
It’s so delightful to fly in your heavens
My mind is so hung up on your handsomeness
Feels like I’m spendin’ tonight in a mansion
So turnt, actin’ out, dizzy dancing, enchanted,
Gazin’ at your eyes, sinkin’ in the sight of your light
These sensations of mine all blazin’ and amazin’
Like I’m a rap star jammin’ on stage
Baby, you’re my inspiration elevatin’ my creation
You’re my beguiling brightness amplifyin’ my desires
Bringin’ me completion, providin’ me nourishment,
refillin’ my being, lovin’ me with all your heart

— The End —