"quy" poems - Hello Poetry

This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth Late better than never-- and I got this here forever Flow like rain during any kinda weather Keep this here close to my heart And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start Beat-beat Thump-thump I'll just let the words flow from my heart But you ain’t feelin me’-- You ain’t hearin’ Queen So I got to bring you back to the forefront with my so⋅lil⋅o⋅quy I remind you of all the things that had you fearin’ me This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call Sun Under its blaze, us two can become one (lets make our Son under His) While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken Promises I made to myself remain unbroken And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian I am Woman The prototype made perfect and pure Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be Wrath your ******** may not be able to endure Thought you knew a good Woman and tight ***** make you surrender on your knees And dream dreams about your seed taking root in this royal vessel I am Mother Earth And this is my Gift—my Gyft I am Myself and such a present I present to thee For I AM Queen Poetree So when I seem silent When you think you hear nothing but your heart beat Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze I am the Life that flows from you I am the Wind rustling the trees leaves I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue I am that empty space you try to fill with another one So when you think you hear nothing When you think you’re all alone I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation I am everything virtuous I am the eye of the storm I am your hope, your future I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn I am air, I am sky I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat But most importantly, to my core I am Queen Poetess B…

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Apr 12, 2010

Apr 12, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC

queen-poetess-b

I AM *Queen*

This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth Late better than never-- and I got this here forever Flow like rain during any kinda weather Keep this here close to my heart And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start Beat-beat Thump-thump I'll just let the words flow from my heart But you ain’t feelin me’-- You ain’t hearin’ Queen So I got to bring you back to the forefront with my so⋅lil⋅o⋅quy I remind you of all the things that had you fearin’ me This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call Sun Under its blaze, us two can become one (lets make our Son under His) While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken Promises I made to myself remain unbroken And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian I am Woman The prototype made perfect and pure Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be Wrath your ******** may not be able to endure Thought you knew a good Woman and tight ***** make you surrender on your knees And dream dreams about your seed taking root in this royal vessel I am Mother Earth And this is my Gift—my Gyft I am Myself and such a present I present to thee For I AM Queen Poetree So when I seem silent When you think you hear nothing but your heart beat Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze I am the Life that flows from you I am the Wind rustling the trees leaves I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue I am that empty space you try to fill with another one So when you think you hear nothing When you think you’re all alone I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation I am everything virtuous I am the eye of the storm I am your hope, your future I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn I am air, I am sky I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat But most importantly, to my core I am Queen Poetess B…

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He could speak fluently He was eloquent He proved an elite So he came to my foolish sister And poured enough English She was lured enough And she was won I told her to wait. She could not believe me. Enough she was convinced "I am in University A pursuant of analytical chemistry" My sister loved beyond love I took her to the science laboratory Like for love She invited him A handsome well knit guy He had careful steps His hair style was fitting He was a "gentleman" I could not believe him. I gave them apparatus I gave them papers To do the naming The results were surprising The quy could not name any. I told him "Ok what name is this apparatus ?" He replied, "Ok ,its been some time since I used that one." I smiled ... "What is the use of a pippete?" "It is used for pippeting !" My friend was disturbed I pitied him. I pitied my sister, She held a degree in political science But was lured by a form two dropout They were dead into each other Inseparable and loving I told them one word "Be true to each other, You are the best that be." He was a clever mind And duped my dear sister And she died to his true love.

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Jan 31, 2015

Jan 31, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC

kfc

clever minds.

He could speak fluently He was eloquent He proved an elite So he came to my foolish sister And poured enough English She was lured enough And she was won I told her to wait. She could not believe me. Enough she was convinced "I am in University A pursuant of analytical chemistry" My sister loved beyond love I took her to the science laboratory Like for love She invited him A handsome well knit guy He had careful steps His hair style was fitting He was a "gentleman" I could not believe him. I gave them apparatus I gave them papers To do the naming The results were surprising The quy could not name any. I told him "Ok what name is this apparatus ?" He replied, "Ok ,its been some time since I used that one." I smiled ... "What is the use of a pippete?" "It is used for pippeting !" My friend was disturbed I pitied him. I pitied my sister, She held a degree in political science But was lured by a form two dropout They were dead into each other Inseparable and loving I told them one word "Be true to each other, You are the best that be." He was a clever mind And duped my dear sister And she died to his true love.

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I met two Vietnamese men this morning, just outside my hotel. They invited me to drink tea and flexed about philosophy. One of them told me that Le Quy Don was the greatest scholar that Vietnam has produced. The other one disagreed and wanted to tell me about Tran Duc Thao “He’s a Marxist and traitor” Said Le Quy Don’s man. I just drank some tea and listened. Now some say how can this be? You cannot speak Vietnamese, and their English is poor. So I tell them I keep searching the streets and I wonder about words. And the next thing is that everything is still there. A blast of colour is a silent world.

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Sep 3, 2018

Sep 3, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC

andrew-duggan

Philosophical Conversations in Vietnam

I met two Vietnamese men this morning, just outside my hotel. They invited me to drink tea and flexed about philosophy. One of them told me that Le Quy Don was the greatest scholar that Vietnam has produced. The other one disagreed and wanted to tell me about Tran Duc Thao “He’s a Marxist and traitor” Said Le Quy Don’s man. I just drank some tea and listened. Now some say how can this be? You cannot speak Vietnamese, and their English is poor. So I tell them I keep searching the streets and I wonder about words. And the next thing is that everything is still there. A blast of colour is a silent world.

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