"pum" poems
sweet an nice.mek mi mash a pum pum
Like a lizad pon lim a goin mash a pum pum.
Me can't. Feel sewwt relief les I mash a pum pum.
Peaches an cream.
Cunnamon dream
Rock and come in
Fi go mash apum pum.
Drive yu wild when I masha pum pum
Lone free style fi go mash a pumpum.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
I must Confess,
I am Baring witness to the beautiful sight of your nakedness even though you are physically and completely dressed.
Its such a sight to behold as you bare the essence of your soul, revealing it uncovered and undressed
Now I have you right where i want you with Your heart under my arrest.
So come lay your Kingly crown upon my chest As I caress you with my love and tenderness.
Listen to the rhythm of heart beating like an African drum, *** pum pum pum pum.
Feel my Energy impermate your atmen flowing thru all of you, from me.
Here in this place is where we meet, its that place of serenity.
While you Delight in my words as they gently kiss your ears.
Let me Take my pencil and an Erase all your fears leaving behind not a single trace. Only a smile upon your face.
Allow me to take these soft delicate hands to massage the beatings your masculine stallion body you had endured today
each touch Is like fire to ice melting all of your stress away.
Now we can sit here in silence mediating thru out the day. King to Queen Nasmaste
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Little boy, Says the mother,
Play on your drum.
For your father follows its sound,
Wherever it goes.
Play on your drum.
Lead him to victory,
And lead your father home.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Son, Says the father,
Play on your drum.
For I once followed its sound,
Wherever it went.
Play on your drum.
Play on to victory,
And always come home.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Man, Says the Soldier,
Don’t play on your drum.
For I once followed its sound,
Wherever it went.
Well, play on your drum.
Play on to victory,
But you might not come home.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Pum.
Barum, Barum, Barum.
Soldier, Says the colonel,
Play on your drum!
And we will follow its sound,
Wherever you go.
Play on your drum!
Lead on to victory,
And Lead us all home.
Barum, Pum!
Barum, Pum!
BaRUM, BaRUM, BaRUM!
Barum, Pum!
Barum, Pum!
BaRUM, BaRUM, BaRUM!
Friend, says the boy,
Don’t play on my drum.
Don’t follow its sound,
Where I have to go.
Don’t Play on this Drum.
Fall back from victory,
But at least you’ll go home.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 7:41 PM UTC
.
**•atop the mast billows
my wind-tossed rag•grinning skull embla-
zoned proud•the starkness of black upon my flag
•piercing the encroaching sea mist and shroud•her-
ald the sight of the jolly roger • instilling trepidation
in all who sail through my turf • fuelled by the thirst
to pillage and plunder•others before, have sunk into
graves beneath the surf•my salt encrusted timber
creaks a frightening low growl•
my hull would pum- mel thro-
ugh the opposing waves• my sails bloat full trapping
winds that howl•my deck bears the screams
of a thousan- d slaves•know
me, seafarers... i am no legend but
truth•avast! seafarers, i am the tale
that looms•believe me, seafarers for i
am ca- pable of all things**
••• •••
**uncouth •fear me,
seafarers for i am your
doom•you could sail the seas with
the world's most skillful of crew•
you cannot deny the
inevitable
heavy hand of fate•be-
cause once my vessel comes
within view •you would
know for certain that it's already
••••••• •••••••
••••• •••••**
too late•
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
The best way to forget the truth is to celebrate the lie
Poppies poppies poppies POPPIES and a big brass band
sea cadets in my home town forty miles inland.
Please dont be swayed to get your feet wet dont be fodder for a war
And you will if you forget.
My mates grandads wife never got his war pension
he got shot on the wrong day
I think there was an R in the month or was it a why (Y)
there's a statue on top of our cenotaph the Angel of the Somme
thee sea cadets parade around it tiddley um pum pum
Tiddley um pum pum
Pum pum pupum
The best way to forget the truth is to forget the lie.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
PARTY PARTY PARTY
THE MUSIC IS SWEET, AND VERY VERY COOL
YA SEE IT'S VEG OUT MUSIC TRUE AND TRUE
STARSHIPS ARE MEANT TO FLY
SO HIGH TO TOUCH THE SKY
**** ALL YA WANT **** ALL YA LIKE
AND WE PARTY WITH THIS MUSIC CAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY COOL
OH YEAH, SHAKE YOUR THANG BUDDY
SHAKE IT ****** RIGHT
SHAKE IT IN THE MORNING, AND INTO THE NIGHT
PARTY, UP AND PARTY DOWN
YEAH SHOW EACH SQUAREHEAD WHO LETS OUT A FROWN
THEN TAKE THIS MUSIC TO THE DANCEFLOOR
AND GET A BOURBON AND COKE, AND ***** AND SCOTCH
YEAH THIS SOUNDS REALLY RAD
PARTY PARTY PARTY
INTO COSMIC DREAMING, YEAH MATE YEAH
COME ON MEN TRY AND STEAL MY BEER
I THINK YOU CAN OPEN THE LID BY USING YA EAR
COME ON PARTY PEOPLE TRY A NICE COLD BEER
THEN HEAD DOWN TO THE FAMOUS NIGHT CLUB
HEAR THE BIG BAND SINGING THE XM,AS CAROL
RUPPA PUM PUM
COME THEY TOLD ME, YOU ARE THE OLD ME, STUPID VOICE OF OLD MATE
THE OLD ME, PLAYING COOL FOR MY FATHER, LIKE A DRINKING BOOZING
YOUNG DUDE DOES
I BIT THE TOP OF THE COKE CAN, MAN
AS I HEARD STARSHIPS FLYING IN THE SKY
I YELLED BRIAN, MAKES STARSHIPS REALLY FLY, OH YEAH
SO MUCH, IN FACT THEY'LL HIT THE SKY
BRIAN HAS THE POWER TO LIFT UP A STARSHIP NOW
THEN I SANG THE WORDS OH YEAH, BOW BOW
PARTY PARTY PARTY
I DRINK A COCA COLA SO STRAIGHT
CAUSE ALCOHOL DIDN'T WORK FOR ME
I KNOW I COULD'VE SAID NO, BUT IF I SAID NO
I WOULDN'T KNOWN IF THEY WERE BAD FOR ME, NOW WOULD I
I PARTY PARTY PARTY THROUGH THE STREETS OF CANBERRA TOWN
OH CANBERRA TOWN IN SUMMER IS VERY HUMID
OH YEAH CANBERRA TOWN, CAN CHANGE THE WEATHER
WHEN ONE MINUTE IT'S HUMID THE NEXT IT'S ICE COLD RAIN
AND THIS RAIN ONLY LASTS 5 MINUTES AND IT'S ****** HUMID AGAIN
OH YEAH CANBERRA TOWN, WILL STAY HOT IN JANUARY AND FEBRUARY
OH YEAH WE ALL FEEL LIKE A COLD DRINK IT'S SO FUN
TO PARTY IN THE HEAT OF CANBERRA TOWN
AND WE'LL PARTY PARTY PARTY ALL YEAR LONG
HAVE A NICE COLD BEER TO MY GREAT MATE BRIAN
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
Should I ever come to the end of my road,
when I meet the doorman of death,
I shall hope that he care just enough to heed my last request.
I would not pray for hope, nor life, nor freedom.
I should ask him, "Dear Death,
might you listen to me now?
I beg to find my final breath
upon Earth's broken brow;
the crashing waves, day or night,
the pum'ling seaside cloud,
the falling rocks, their endless plight,
and distant ******* growls,
the fading sun, the rising moon;
I even feel their gaze.
Dear Death, I shall not wait the more,
please take me where I lay."
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
But release your precious heart to its feast.
A veces imagino tu mano que se posa suave, muy suave como un viento anónimo, en mi mejilla. Y me tocas el cuello y el lóbulo de la oreja con mucho cuidado.
Imagino sólo tu mano. Quisiera morderla y beberme la sangre que emane de tus dedos. Quisiera que me mancharas los labios con esa sangre negra muy negra, suave y muy tibia.
Sueño que estoy muy cerca. Puedo contarte las pestañas. Te mueves al ritmo de tu respiración. No te mueves. Tus ojos se llenan de brillo conforme la navaja se llena más de ti. No he visto nunca nada tan hermoso. Y no gimes, no luchas. Piensas que todo nos llevó a esto y yo te lo confirmo cuando pongo mi oreja en tu pecho y escucho lo últimos latidos
pum, pum
pum
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Te sigo con la mirada. Tienes las manos frías y las estrellas apenas alcanzan a resplandecer. Tu sombra es tan ligera que puedo tomarla y hacerla mía para siempre. Y lo haré. Serás mío para toda la vida. Y tus manos heladas, tu piel y tu carne. No conocerás nada más que mi lengua sobre tu espalda, mis dientes en tus nudillos, mis uñas arañando tu cabeza.
Tendrás los colores de un atardecer: escarlata, azafrán, índigo y luego muy ***** y muy brillante, como una noche luminosa.
Eres extraordinario. Y me comeré tu corazón.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
She is moon queen of the darkest night.
She makes unicorns in the moonlight.
He is ruler of both dark and light.
He uses dragons breath when he has to fight.
He turns it into an angels hum.
Beautiful whispers for her ear drum.
*** pum pum pum.
In the dry desert sun.
They are devine.
Two of one kind.
Together they can scribble outside the lines.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Like the world around me is live art.
knows what to say. I love them so much.
I'm a spectator of life.
But not the people. Just him.
Watch it put on a show
Yell it louder so people can feel you.
Who knew a high could ever
"I'm happy just because." They don't
feel so low and cold.
have to be new and popular. Just
Rivers in my throat, frightening
popular because they're old. Yell it
my insides.
louder until my heart seams split
people are talking levels outside
*** *** *** *** ***
me. Why do they talk?
unnecessary marks on the paper because
let only the drummer a-rump-
you were counting. I feel like they
a-pum-pum. Let it out.
should know. Ax me in half so a
look at yourself from inside
different part can move. Another ending.
the levels. I'm not the yellow
I can't handle these types of noises.
man. Purple blob in the corner.
Or writing between the lines. There's nothing
Why did they skip that part?
to hold that will let you hold still
That part's all I look forward to
How are people still thinking while I'm gone?
Until the end. No one can ever
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
I threw a coin off the ledge and when it struck the ground
It was perfect
The sound was all worth it
Because I feel this beat of the Earth
It's like the beat of a drum
A steady pur um pum pum
Like the world is alive
Its playing its music live
And if you only take the time
You'll hear it's beat and it's rhyme
I threw my wallet off the ledge and when it struck the ground
It was perfect
I needed a louder sound
To join in with the planet
Sitting in the audience is something I can't stand
It's so much much better to join in with the band.
And my wallet it kept that steady beat
Louder than the tapping of my feet
After that fall, so much more sweet.
I threw my radio, my backpack, my spare tire
Off the ledge and when they each struck the ground
It was perfect
The song deserved this.
It was so loud with no one around to hear it.
But the steady beat went on.
The Earth in its constant drum
Pur um pum pum,
Pur um pum pum.
Nothing has such beauty as that constant hum.
But it can't be over yet, it can't be done.
I threw myself off the ledge, and when I struck the ground,
I was perfect.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Stay in bed until your body hurts from staying in bed,
Gain 5 pounds,
Go through a nasty breakup,
Distance yourself from every bit of humanity,
Feel bad that you're distancing yourself from every bit of humanity
Get spontaneous bangs,
Think about the universe and human socialization,
Decide maybe it's just not for you.
Decide that's silly.
Get another piercing,
Decide you hate your bangs,
Decide you like your bangs.
Tell people to call you the little drummer boy,
Pa *** pum pum pum.
Remember that people support you regardless of anything previously mentioned.
Decide you're still a good person.
Mostly.
Have an ongoing Harry Potter marathon as a coping mechanism.
Because Harry wouldn't do this to you, okay
Be reminded of your childhood,
Miss being a kid.
Immerse yourself deeper into more cult classics.
Is Donnie Darko god?
Wonder how people describe you to others.
Get really insecure about how people describe you to others.
Realize you're normal,
Realize everyone thinks about this.
Like about existing
And the butterfly effect
And how it's important that you're here.
Realize you're glad you're here too.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
La da di
La da di
La da da
*** pum pum
Pum pum pum
Pum pum pum
This is fun
Oh what fun
Life is fun!
As I dance
With this life in the sun
And if life is my dance partner there
I dance and let go
Without a care
Then I sit back and watch
As she moves all alone
In this world
I drift from place
To place
Without a home
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC