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Shopping outfashioned hunting and gathering, Processed beats fresh, Groceries replaced fruit trees, Malls superceded forests, Churches outnumbered temples, Countries dissolved to territories, Places devolved to areas, Paths broke down into highways, Commodity converted to currency, Laborers submit to machinery, Masters engage in humbug, Apprentices reduced to students, Knowledge downgraded to education, And education is deducted to a show of grades, While schools are the stages, And the corporate world is the bigger runway, With work slumped to employment, Wisdom demoted to profession, Where in jobs are the only future, Careers are the only success, Clicking and pressing buttons are skills, Computers are correspondent to brains, Information refers to news reports, Intelligence means up-to-dateness, Browsing is preferable to reading, Studying is in demand more than learning, Viewing things flashed on screens yields awareness, Transportation is to traveling, As buying is to the three basic needs, And needs embody worldly possessions, Worldly possessions define happiness, Happiness is due to selfishness, Selfishness is traced to the lack of love, The lack of love draws from the lack of faith, Because faith stands for religion, And religion stands for membership, Where politicians are the gods, Celebrities are the preachers, And the preachers are the enemies, While networking is equal to friendship, And connection equates to communication, Experiences require photos, Memories necessitate uploading, Souvenirs can be downloaded, Smartphones are substitute to pets, Gadgets are toys, Holding controllers is playing, Watching TV is exploring the great outdoors, Internet is recreation, And technology is a way of life; While humans are scientists, Nature is a guinea pig, And the earth is a laboratory, Where prices are misidentified for worth, Processes are miscalculated as progress, Impoverishment is confused with improvement, And getting more is mistaken as getting better; And then we wonder why Homes have become houses, Family members have become boarders, Nations are separate species Composed of tired and hungry citizens, Children are monsters Who are biochemically rascals, Teenagers are zombies Whose adventures lead to delinquency, Adults are robots Who just clang when touched, And life is not so simple As how it is said to be.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
jami-samson
The Nth Trial-and-error
Shopping outfashioned hunting and gathering, Processed beats fresh, Groceries replaced fruit trees, Malls superceded forests, Churches outnumbered temples, Countries dissolved to territories, Places devolved to areas, Paths broke down into highways, Commodity converted to currency, Laborers submit to machinery, Masters engage in humbug, Apprentices reduced to students, Knowledge downgraded to education, And education is deducted to a show of grades, While schools are the stages, And the corporate world is the bigger runway, With work slumped to employment, Wisdom demoted to profession, Where in jobs are the only future, Careers are the only success, Clicking and pressing buttons are skills, Computers are correspondent to brains, Information refers to news reports, Intelligence means up-to-dateness, Browsing is preferable to reading, Studying is in demand more than learning, Viewing things flashed on screens yields awareness, Transportation is to traveling, As buying is to the three basic needs, And needs embody worldly possessions, Worldly possessions define happiness, Happiness is due to selfishness, Selfishness is traced to the lack of love, The lack of love draws from the lack of faith, Because faith stands for religion, And religion stands for membership, Where politicians are the gods, Celebrities are the preachers, And the preachers are the enemies, While networking is equal to friendship, And connection equates to communication, Experiences require photos, Memories necessitate uploading, Souvenirs can be downloaded, Smartphones are substitute to pets, Gadgets are toys, Holding controllers is playing, Watching TV is exploring the great outdoors, Internet is recreation, And technology is a way of life; While humans are scientists, Nature is a guinea pig, And the earth is a laboratory, Where prices are misidentified for worth, Processes are miscalculated as progress, Impoverishment is confused with improvement, And getting more is mistaken as getting better; And then we wonder why Homes have become houses, Family members have become boarders, Nations are separate species Composed of tired and hungry citizens, Children are monsters Who are biochemically rascals, Teenagers are zombies Whose adventures lead to delinquency, Adults are robots Who just clang when touched, And life is not so simple As how it is said to be.
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some times I believe, not think, but believe, that there are indeed little figures in the grass, brushing my ankles with tickles and laughs sometimes in mid of velvet black, can see them waving their six fingered hands in front of the lights across the bay, for the twinkles are different, their winkles, semaphoric, euphoric, random but patterned every know and every then, could they be inside me, inciting riots, sugar sharp pains, in places where pain has no place purposed, feel them lifting my-back-of-the-neck hairs, at scary movies, making an ear itchy, why? these elusives are fairie godmothers, personal angels, hobgoblins, shoulder sitters, amusing muses ear whisperers, of new poem titles sock stealers, shoelace knoters, giggling self-amusers, ever present, ever invisible, hat hiders, wet spot slider installers you say you know them too? cousins perhaps, for my elusives, could not be here and there, for they are: as I write, as I speak, this very second fluttering my eyelids, those rascals, to lay me down to sleep, in cherishing tenderness me to keep for they know too well, sleep, is an elusive of a different kind, like peace of mind, but they do their best, to distract me unto rest
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
left-foot
The Elusives
some times I believe, not think, but believe, that there are indeed little figures in the grass, brushing my ankles with tickles and laughs sometimes in mid of velvet black, can see them waving their six fingered hands in front of the lights across the bay, for the twinkles are different, their winkles, semaphoric, euphoric, random but patterned every know and every then, could they be inside me, inciting riots, sugar sharp pains, in places where pain has no place purposed, feel them lifting my-back-of-the-neck hairs, at scary movies, making an ear itchy, why? these elusives are fairie godmothers, personal angels, hobgoblins, shoulder sitters, amusing muses ear whisperers, of new poem titles sock stealers, shoelace knoters, giggling self-amusers, ever present, ever invisible, hat hiders, wet spot slider installers you say you know them too? cousins perhaps, for my elusives, could not be here and there, for they are: as I write, as I speak, this very second fluttering my eyelids, those rascals, to lay me down to sleep, in cherishing tenderness me to keep for they know too well, sleep, is an elusive of a different kind, like peace of mind, but they do their best, to distract me unto rest
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ALTHOUGH I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree, My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics, Ere Time transfigured me. Though lads are making pikes again For some conspiracy, And crazy rascals rage their fill At human tyranny, My contemplations are of Time That has transfigured me. There's not a woman turns her face Upon a broken tree, And yet the beauties that I loved Are in my memory; I spit into the face of Time That has transfigured me.
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William Butler Yeats
The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner
ALTHOUGH I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree, My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics, Ere Time transfigured me. Though lads are making pikes again For some conspiracy, And crazy rascals rage their fill At human tyranny, My contemplations are of Time That has transfigured me. There's not a woman turns her face Upon a broken tree, And yet the beauties that I loved Are in my memory; I spit into the face of Time That has transfigured me.
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Rascals, ruffians and rogues alike. Slumming the alleys with their slurs, And sewage rats. Across the streets, just beyond the performers. The dames of paradise carrying flowered parasols. *A ***** she is. Stupid Alessandra!* one said. The hooligans hugged each other with glee, As the women struck each other, With their spiteful words. Filthy, is the life of the cleaner souls, And rich, is the life of the poorest minds. Alas, the weirdest of them all is God.
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
aparna
Civilised
Rascals, ruffians and rogues alike. Slumming the alleys with their slurs, And sewage rats. Across the streets, just beyond the performers. The dames of paradise carrying flowered parasols. *A ***** she is. Stupid Alessandra!* one said. The hooligans hugged each other with glee, As the women struck each other, With their spiteful words. Filthy, is the life of the cleaner souls, And rich, is the life of the poorest minds. Alas, the weirdest of them all is God.
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Peanut Butter and Jam I like peanut butter, I like toast with jam don't care too much for brocolli on a stick or a hunk of liver that's really thick I really like swiss cheese on ham dont like the spill of oil, don't like it one **** bit like the smile of small young child with their mother that is a smile that is like no other hated wrestling getting my face in the arm pit loved coping a buzz and hearing music from a live band loved the feel of my loved ones soft lips on mine its cool watching old movies about Franenstien always liked everything I tasted with the Nestles brand I hate wars and senseless killing it just makes no ******* sense I don't like it when my jockey shorts ride up my crack I get jealous of someones fame when I think they are a hack I look at my final desitination with no false pretense going to the moon would be such a spiritual thing meeting my president would be such a special honor it would be fun playing tennis with Jimmy Connor how I would love to be on stage with friends and sing wish I could have met Jesus Christ the man his mistreatment on any level was way to cruel if I drink to much I have a tendency to drool hey remember the Nanny her name was Nan the Little Rascals were such silly kids, their Woman Haters Club was such a fake now how long does it take to bake a cake too sad when once famous people hit the skids why does everything taste like chicken fried will this world recover from the financial woes will the hopes of all the poor ones in back rows I thought of death and then I cried now the words can flow freely for this is who I am I will never be rich or famous my shoulder I will lend I will always be here if you are in need of a friend yes I really really love peanut butter and jam Gomer Lepoet...
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Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:06 AM UTC
david-nelson
Peanut Butter and Jam
Peanut Butter and Jam I like peanut butter, I like toast with jam don't care too much for brocolli on a stick or a hunk of liver that's really thick I really like swiss cheese on ham dont like the spill of oil, don't like it one **** bit like the smile of small young child with their mother that is a smile that is like no other hated wrestling getting my face in the arm pit loved coping a buzz and hearing music from a live band loved the feel of my loved ones soft lips on mine its cool watching old movies about Franenstien always liked everything I tasted with the Nestles brand I hate wars and senseless killing it just makes no ******* sense I don't like it when my jockey shorts ride up my crack I get jealous of someones fame when I think they are a hack I look at my final desitination with no false pretense going to the moon would be such a spiritual thing meeting my president would be such a special honor it would be fun playing tennis with Jimmy Connor how I would love to be on stage with friends and sing wish I could have met Jesus Christ the man his mistreatment on any level was way to cruel if I drink to much I have a tendency to drool hey remember the Nanny her name was Nan the Little Rascals were such silly kids, their Woman Haters Club was such a fake now how long does it take to bake a cake too sad when once famous people hit the skids why does everything taste like chicken fried will this world recover from the financial woes will the hopes of all the poor ones in back rows I thought of death and then I cried now the words can flow freely for this is who I am I will never be rich or famous my shoulder I will lend I will always be here if you are in need of a friend yes I really really love peanut butter and jam Gomer Lepoet...
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Innocence Molested Innocence has been molested, thrown in dust bin Just without any sin and just without any crime The only sin of little girl was to get education to win The laurels in days to come to serve in her prime Morality has gone to dogs and dogs are but stray Their masters are trying hard to save them for brutality Shameless creatures are hidden in their ***** way But this time they will not be safe for but heir hostility Zainab was ***** and killed in the age of just seven While her parents were on holy journey to Makkah So sweet a girl being a martyr she embraced heaven Her chastity purity were converted by rascals to saga Criminals must be hanged till death for their ***** sin Little girl be given justice with exemplary punishment No more little girls be molested ,thrown but in dust bin Corrupt elements be annihilated as declared and meant Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
col-muhammad-khalid-khan
Innocence Molested
Innocence Molested Innocence has been molested, thrown in dust bin Just without any sin and just without any crime The only sin of little girl was to get education to win The laurels in days to come to serve in her prime Morality has gone to dogs and dogs are but stray Their masters are trying hard to save them for brutality Shameless creatures are hidden in their ***** way But this time they will not be safe for but heir hostility Zainab was ***** and killed in the age of just seven While her parents were on holy journey to Makkah So sweet a girl being a martyr she embraced heaven Her chastity purity were converted by rascals to saga Criminals must be hanged till death for their ***** sin Little girl be given justice with exemplary punishment No more little girls be molested ,thrown but in dust bin Corrupt elements be annihilated as declared and meant Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2018 Golden Glow
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∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙ Shut the doors and drift the words away we act like rascals toiling with our frays weakening to the knees idyllic river feels, reaching an ominous sea longing our moments as our tale would breathe She adores many may it be pretty in pink or baby in blues but I like most a lot how she paints prism hues unfailingly she tells me —that she's in love and I could tell in her gleaming smile extending up above She's the Juliet I would never trade the starlight in between my midnight eyes the snow I would trail A poem and A prose everyone's dying to sigh a binding might our hearts of ribbons tied and we sat to an oriel —above the bedroom floor touching hands grasping each other’s core a common connection the afterglows of love a better reason as we left kisses to depart
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
NicoJulleza
A Mutual Afterglow
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙ Shut the doors and drift the words away we act like rascals toiling with our frays weakening to the knees idyllic river feels, reaching an ominous sea longing our moments as our tale would breathe She adores many may it be pretty in pink or baby in blues but I like most a lot how she paints prism hues unfailingly she tells me —that she's in love and I could tell in her gleaming smile extending up above She's the Juliet I would never trade the starlight in between my midnight eyes the snow I would trail A poem and A prose everyone's dying to sigh a binding might our hearts of ribbons tied and we sat to an oriel —above the bedroom floor touching hands grasping each other’s core a common connection the afterglows of love a better reason as we left kisses to depart
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____I'LL NEVER FORGET "THAT-NIGHT"___ It was 8;00PM, a Thunder and Lightening storm had just begun and what seemed like thousands of BB sized HAIL WERE PELTING the roof, making it Hard to Hear the Ringing Phone ! ! I Barked OUT a "HELLO",,,the tearful, hesitant voice on the OTHER END....CRIED OUT... " Come over quickly" She pleaded and continued with "IT'S LIKE DEMONS Have CONTROL OF HER ! ! ! ,and SHE KEEPS CRYING OUT .. AUNT BEA,,, Aunt Bea... Over and over"_______ . This was going to require a SPECIAL-EXORCISM I Stated... "I'm ON MY WAY" ! Upon my Arrival , I was greeted by a trembling,sobbing LaCretia,,claiming, "HURRY to the Library Room.,Rochelle is waiting ! !" The repeating AUNT BEAS were spoken as if Gargling... "WHAT are her Symptoms " I Queried ? IN A VERY-SLOW Determined Voice, LaCretia detailed the following,,,, "She has the BLUES, She has the BLAHS, She has BLEMISHES, She has BOWEL Constriction, She has been BLASPHEMING, She has BUTTOCKS Wrinkles, She has BREAST quivers and has been having BELCHING FITS "! ! ! I THREW MYSELF ON THE FLOOR IN PRAYER...Asking for the strength to DEAL-WITH these DEMONS..._____** A N D **____Here's what CAME-OUT of ROCHELLE,,,, *(#1)=BREEZEWAY-LIPS= when encountering these rascals ,it's highly suggested that WE BE UNDER Proper Cover.. (#2)= BISTRO-BREATH-LEADER= Demons that emit SPECIAL AROMATICS into the air ,that keep screaming ,,"IT'S TIME TO EAT"....(#3)=BEHEMOTH -TESTER= Demon assigned to see how BIG OF A MONSTER he can turn you in to ....*( #4)=BRAZEN-FELLOWS= Demon who attempts to Get "YOU" TO **** INTO EVERYBODYS BUSINESS, and ruin their whole day & night...! ! ! I THEN SHOUTED OUT TO **ROCHELLE ** " ARE there any more " B " DEMONS IN there ??" Rochelle, collapsed to the floor,, I promptly RUBBED-IN the BROWN SHOE POLISH into the soles and heels of feet,,*** FOREVER-BLOCKING ***__" B " DEMONS , the ONLY-ENTRANCE to our BODIES .._______ Rochelle ,with a new found strength, lifted herself from the floor, Gingerly grasped my hand, Pulled me "VERY-CLOSE" . KISSED me with a FERVOR , THAT I CAN "TASTE" TO THIS very-day... I bid LaCretia and Rochelle "GOOD-NIGHT",, AND FOUND MYSELF "WHISTLING" and "THINKING" as I walked to my Vehicle.... "The Demons are increasing their activity ! ! I MUST "BE-PREPARED" for the NEXT-CALL_____PERHAPS FROM * Y O U * ??___
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Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 9:06 AM UTC
barnoahmike
A "B" DEMON ATTACK ! ! ( #39)
____I'LL NEVER FORGET "THAT-NIGHT"___ It was 8;00PM, a Thunder and Lightening storm had just begun and what seemed like thousands of BB sized HAIL WERE PELTING the roof, making it Hard to Hear the Ringing Phone ! ! I Barked OUT a "HELLO",,,the tearful, hesitant voice on the OTHER END....CRIED OUT... " Come over quickly" She pleaded and continued with "IT'S LIKE DEMONS Have CONTROL OF HER ! ! ! ,and SHE KEEPS CRYING OUT .. AUNT BEA,,, Aunt Bea... Over and over"_______ . This was going to require a SPECIAL-EXORCISM I Stated... "I'm ON MY WAY" ! Upon my Arrival , I was greeted by a trembling,sobbing LaCretia,,claiming, "HURRY to the Library Room.,Rochelle is waiting ! !" The repeating AUNT BEAS were spoken as if Gargling... "WHAT are her Symptoms " I Queried ? IN A VERY-SLOW Determined Voice, LaCretia detailed the following,,,, "She has the BLUES, She has the BLAHS, She has BLEMISHES, She has BOWEL Constriction, She has been BLASPHEMING, She has BUTTOCKS Wrinkles, She has BREAST quivers and has been having BELCHING FITS "! ! ! I THREW MYSELF ON THE FLOOR IN PRAYER...Asking for the strength to DEAL-WITH these DEMONS..._____** A N D **____Here's what CAME-OUT of ROCHELLE,,,, *(#1)=BREEZEWAY-LIPS= when encountering these rascals ,it's highly suggested that WE BE UNDER Proper Cover.. (#2)= BISTRO-BREATH-LEADER= Demons that emit SPECIAL AROMATICS into the air ,that keep screaming ,,"IT'S TIME TO EAT"....(#3)=BEHEMOTH -TESTER= Demon assigned to see how BIG OF A MONSTER he can turn you in to ....*( #4)=BRAZEN-FELLOWS= Demon who attempts to Get "YOU" TO **** INTO EVERYBODYS BUSINESS, and ruin their whole day & night...! ! ! I THEN SHOUTED OUT TO **ROCHELLE ** " ARE there any more " B " DEMONS IN there ??" Rochelle, collapsed to the floor,, I promptly RUBBED-IN the BROWN SHOE POLISH into the soles and heels of feet,,*** FOREVER-BLOCKING ***__" B " DEMONS , the ONLY-ENTRANCE to our BODIES .._______ Rochelle ,with a new found strength, lifted herself from the floor, Gingerly grasped my hand, Pulled me "VERY-CLOSE" . KISSED me with a FERVOR , THAT I CAN "TASTE" TO THIS very-day... I bid LaCretia and Rochelle "GOOD-NIGHT",, AND FOUND MYSELF "WHISTLING" and "THINKING" as I walked to my Vehicle.... "The Demons are increasing their activity ! ! I MUST "BE-PREPARED" for the NEXT-CALL_____PERHAPS FROM * Y O U * ??___
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Going left a smile green* bluesy* drift___ Getting out of debt The heartedly so flowery rosy ring around Gifted box Valentine Rosy I box heads over puppy tails cozy firey Love diary doing the Cutesy Bow Wow parade Those red hot lips cascades she's... the... lie... The hue (Anchor- Blue) Gotcha  "Eyes Baby blue Clue" To cross my red heart And hope not to die The Lady's finger (Godiva)   I-spy finger* Heartless Diva The fork of the road Lies of the dead ringer He points his finger Face to two face facelift? Boom-Boom___ a car crash just a dash Her beats and hearts What a crush to her     ___left Tell me sweet lies          I box gift Oh! Yes you're___ right Like the scoundrel The damsel in distress sweet morsel I sir box like spots spread Like the (Chickenpox) Hearing lies tons of squirrels Like Botox Plastic Rascals I-box ties Hallmark, I love you lies Superman Clark Outfoxed the ballpark Little lies blue big shark Smartphone I Sir bark Red Valentine love walk People are the luckiest       I- wish Close your eyes sweet lies Sweet I-Box in Trio CEO Watching "TV FIO"   Podcast little lies turn into big lies Ballot Political list Romantic cutout card lies Tell me, Little Lies he trips Electric lips music chair Open eyes full shut lips
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
robinHelloRow
Lies I Sir Box
Going left a smile green* bluesy* drift___ Getting out of debt The heartedly so flowery rosy ring around Gifted box Valentine Rosy I box heads over puppy tails cozy firey Love diary doing the Cutesy Bow Wow parade Those red hot lips cascades she's... the... lie... The hue (Anchor- Blue) Gotcha  "Eyes Baby blue Clue" To cross my red heart And hope not to die The Lady's finger (Godiva)   I-spy finger* Heartless Diva The fork of the road Lies of the dead ringer He points his finger Face to two face facelift? Boom-Boom___ a car crash just a dash Her beats and hearts What a crush to her     ___left Tell me sweet lies          I box gift Oh! Yes you're___ right Like the scoundrel The damsel in distress sweet morsel I sir box like spots spread Like the (Chickenpox) Hearing lies tons of squirrels Like Botox Plastic Rascals I-box ties Hallmark, I love you lies Superman Clark Outfoxed the ballpark Little lies blue big shark Smartphone I Sir bark Red Valentine love walk People are the luckiest       I- wish Close your eyes sweet lies Sweet I-Box in Trio CEO Watching "TV FIO"   Podcast little lies turn into big lies Ballot Political list Romantic cutout card lies Tell me, Little Lies he trips Electric lips music chair Open eyes full shut lips
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I have precisely not one but two stalkers, two malaise menaces in my hands. Well, not quite literally. Its all in my head, you see. They pervade my robust, iron clad, sheer willpower. Hmph, not really. The two little rascals, attractive ones at that, present themselves during frenzied times of scattered notes, inked fingers with frustration crashing in the air. Frustration grows ever-so-slightly when they efficaciously whisper to you, it will only be five minutes. They leech time off my circadian clock, inevitably painting black under my eyes. A pair of smooth-talking liars, the scourge of the Student Underworld. Their flamboyant, beguiling gestures of distractions, alas, it is far too much even for my mind. Even doctors cannot prescribe a medical concoction to rid me of these pests! Beware these criminals! They need to be obliterated, removed, pruned away from us, young innocent seedlings. I introduce you to... ughh... Mr & Mrs Procrastination.
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
amanda-27
Mr & Mrs Procrastination
I have precisely not one but two stalkers, two malaise menaces in my hands. Well, not quite literally. Its all in my head, you see. They pervade my robust, iron clad, sheer willpower. Hmph, not really. The two little rascals, attractive ones at that, present themselves during frenzied times of scattered notes, inked fingers with frustration crashing in the air. Frustration grows ever-so-slightly when they efficaciously whisper to you, it will only be five minutes. They leech time off my circadian clock, inevitably painting black under my eyes. A pair of smooth-talking liars, the scourge of the Student Underworld. Their flamboyant, beguiling gestures of distractions, alas, it is far too much even for my mind. Even doctors cannot prescribe a medical concoction to rid me of these pests! Beware these criminals! They need to be obliterated, removed, pruned away from us, young innocent seedlings. I introduce you to... ughh... Mr & Mrs Procrastination.
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I. A louse in a house or a mouse on a blouse. A bell that goes **** or a gong that goes **** A gap on a map or a cap on your lap. A drink in the sink or an ink that stinks. A spleen on a screen or a queen who is green. A bow in the snow or a crow that glows. II. A wash or a whip, a lip or a lop, a top or a tip, a car or afar, a bar or a war, a door or a snore, a bore or a nail, a flail or a whale, a run or a bun, a sun or a moon, a spoon or a bus, a fuss or a sigh, a cry or a cheer, a fear or a smile, a while or a pen, a den or a cat, a mat or a hat, a bat or a glass, a vase or a weight, a mate or a fork, a cork or a mop, a cop or a stop. III. Apples and artichokes, ants and antelopes, bees and beers, books and brains, cucumbers and chimneys, ***** and coats, dogs and drains, dots and dominoes, ears and eejits, elephants and exams, flies and flutes, files and friends, grasses and guts, giants and gyms, horrors and hiccups, horses and hills, igloos and irons, irises and idiots, jumpers and jackets, jodhpurs and jellies, kings and kettles, kites and kittens, lions and lamps, lemons and lunches, mums and monsters, mosses and moths, noses and notes, nightmares and needles, oblongs and orang-utans, organs and oranges, paintings and pennies, ponds and pants, quiches and quizzes, questions and queues, rainbows and rings, rascals and rabbits, snakes and sprouts, sweets and salts, trumpets and trains, tables and toasters, umpires and ukuleles, umbrellas and uniforms, violets and vests, violins and vials, wheels and wings, windows and weeds, xylems and x-rays, xylophones and xysters, yachts and yoghurts, yards and yaks, zigzags and zephyrs, ziggurats and zombies.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
reece-aj-chambers
Three Lots of Nonsense
I. A louse in a house or a mouse on a blouse. A bell that goes **** or a gong that goes **** A gap on a map or a cap on your lap. A drink in the sink or an ink that stinks. A spleen on a screen or a queen who is green. A bow in the snow or a crow that glows. II. A wash or a whip, a lip or a lop, a top or a tip, a car or afar, a bar or a war, a door or a snore, a bore or a nail, a flail or a whale, a run or a bun, a sun or a moon, a spoon or a bus, a fuss or a sigh, a cry or a cheer, a fear or a smile, a while or a pen, a den or a cat, a mat or a hat, a bat or a glass, a vase or a weight, a mate or a fork, a cork or a mop, a cop or a stop. III. Apples and artichokes, ants and antelopes, bees and beers, books and brains, cucumbers and chimneys, ***** and coats, dogs and drains, dots and dominoes, ears and eejits, elephants and exams, flies and flutes, files and friends, grasses and guts, giants and gyms, horrors and hiccups, horses and hills, igloos and irons, irises and idiots, jumpers and jackets, jodhpurs and jellies, kings and kettles, kites and kittens, lions and lamps, lemons and lunches, mums and monsters, mosses and moths, noses and notes, nightmares and needles, oblongs and orang-utans, organs and oranges, paintings and pennies, ponds and pants, quiches and quizzes, questions and queues, rainbows and rings, rascals and rabbits, snakes and sprouts, sweets and salts, trumpets and trains, tables and toasters, umpires and ukuleles, umbrellas and uniforms, violets and vests, violins and vials, wheels and wings, windows and weeds, xylems and x-rays, xylophones and xysters, yachts and yoghurts, yards and yaks, zigzags and zephyrs, ziggurats and zombies.
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It was ancient ago we were fond & foe Once little rascals together we grew Far apart 'till bounds forebear Each world soared & flapped An impending monstrous frosty gap One fine love-is-in-the-air day in a twist of fate As this nymph unaimed by cupid's arrow When all my friends & beau in fun they wallow Your sudden hailed revere embraced in haste Then in my own prinky whimsy plot Both unexpectedly got trapped In such long winding tracks we hustled Through the hurdled altar together sprinted Both oblivious as pledge of affection consecrated While ocean's torrent & tide waded A solemn for-us-then-quixotic promise to keep sacred. At some point the on-off blissful lock flutters As life isn't all sunshines & buttercups we struggle Yet notwithstanding the trials & tribulations Such troth acknowledge without question And now has the moon stone or opal As our anniversary gemstone Will our gemstone lose its lustre Or will it continue to shine like a flash of lightning from heaven Are we fiercely resolute to bid for the silver Or stay solid firm to wish for the golden And vow to persevere for the truly eternal diamond. One thing we know for sure...LOVE CONQUERS ALL!
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Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
marian-gascon
An Enamoured Day
It was ancient ago we were fond & foe Once little rascals together we grew Far apart 'till bounds forebear Each world soared & flapped An impending monstrous frosty gap One fine love-is-in-the-air day in a twist of fate As this nymph unaimed by cupid's arrow When all my friends & beau in fun they wallow Your sudden hailed revere embraced in haste Then in my own prinky whimsy plot Both unexpectedly got trapped In such long winding tracks we hustled Through the hurdled altar together sprinted Both oblivious as pledge of affection consecrated While ocean's torrent & tide waded A solemn for-us-then-quixotic promise to keep sacred. At some point the on-off blissful lock flutters As life isn't all sunshines & buttercups we struggle Yet notwithstanding the trials & tribulations Such troth acknowledge without question And now has the moon stone or opal As our anniversary gemstone Will our gemstone lose its lustre Or will it continue to shine like a flash of lightning from heaven Are we fiercely resolute to bid for the silver Or stay solid firm to wish for the golden And vow to persevere for the truly eternal diamond. One thing we know for sure...LOVE CONQUERS ALL!
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Our Father          Woe! to these  demonic determined downtrodden deceivers,          Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity          Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion...           scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows           The Lord will sharpen thou pencils...
Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine *******
Thou spectacles opaque and  permanently smudged...with  other assorted myriad miseries        Thou  mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy...        Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny..           Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent  calumnious falsifiers...          Oh maudlin mocking  manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations   **Thy God is an angry God  a vengeful God      a jealous God**   Oh **** pots and gall!  Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved      degeneracy Take heed  thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when  judgement deigns an    opprobrious order of objurgation                      terrible tragic tempestous tribulations  of treachery                               Oh  Woe! Alas!            They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive     falsifiers!!                 scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden  recalcitrants…             Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot!          This rant has been brought to you by:          The Most High and Holy Priest of the Ignoble Church of Alliteration & Utter Skepticisim
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
sobroquet
The Besotted Wayward English Major Turned Priest
Our Father          Woe! to these  demonic determined downtrodden deceivers,          Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity          Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion...           scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows           The Lord will sharpen thou pencils...
Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine *******
Thou spectacles opaque and  permanently smudged...with  other assorted myriad miseries        Thou  mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy...        Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny..           Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent  calumnious falsifiers...          Oh maudlin mocking  manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations   **Thy God is an angry God  a vengeful God      a jealous God**   Oh **** pots and gall!  Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved      degeneracy Take heed  thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when  judgement deigns an    opprobrious order of objurgation                      terrible tragic tempestous tribulations  of treachery                               Oh  Woe! Alas!            They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive     falsifiers!!                 scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden  recalcitrants…             Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot!          This rant has been brought to you by:          The Most High and Holy Priest of the Ignoble Church of Alliteration & Utter Skepticisim
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Not in voice? If I want to know if he really loves me so   in his kiss there's fire, nowhere else I can know. I felt this flame in one love I find it again! Because it's right because I own this fire and my lover owns same No it's never too soon or too late for true love to meet half way masked The Kiss! Anxient fire ages asleep awakens díer twin flames unrequieted. Memory ignition the key We long to see that face, we die to hear that voice our beloved breaths on. Our grail lost found so many times before so many lifetimes on and on twin soul ancient divine the cosmic law of attraction pairs up beings knowing what we cannot unravel we ask to see to marvel as life times we struggle. May we meet to tangle. Let's not live of trinkets dreams and memories alone, sharks we are no liquor can makes us a sharks meal. Why become ramora! We're rascals Rhett and his Scarlet renewed. This world will never own us, let's own it we are the authors of our own life and destiny We know, we intuit we are loved cherished in ways so deep no words exist to describe our joy and happiness the battomless loss abyss free us in courage. what we ask to see lifetimes before is now reveled and revered. ~~~~ Oh the silky breath my Angel once withdrawn in sadness my love returns priceless. Softly as rose petals tikling memory chip's lock snapping the long gap banished. ~~~ By:Karijinbba.
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Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 8:23 PM UTC
karijinbba
Forever my darling
Not in voice? If I want to know if he really loves me so   in his kiss there's fire, nowhere else I can know. I felt this flame in one love I find it again! Because it's right because I own this fire and my lover owns same No it's never too soon or too late for true love to meet half way masked The Kiss! Anxient fire ages asleep awakens díer twin flames unrequieted. Memory ignition the key We long to see that face, we die to hear that voice our beloved breaths on. Our grail lost found so many times before so many lifetimes on and on twin soul ancient divine the cosmic law of attraction pairs up beings knowing what we cannot unravel we ask to see to marvel as life times we struggle. May we meet to tangle. Let's not live of trinkets dreams and memories alone, sharks we are no liquor can makes us a sharks meal. Why become ramora! We're rascals Rhett and his Scarlet renewed. This world will never own us, let's own it we are the authors of our own life and destiny We know, we intuit we are loved cherished in ways so deep no words exist to describe our joy and happiness the battomless loss abyss free us in courage. what we ask to see lifetimes before is now reveled and revered. ~~~~ Oh the silky breath my Angel once withdrawn in sadness my love returns priceless. Softly as rose petals tikling memory chip's lock snapping the long gap banished. ~~~ By:Karijinbba.
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An anarchist atom Assaults the atmosphere With anger and aerial arson Bringing, begetting Brutal and ****** battles In my brain Initiating chaos With charges Of chemicals. A disection, distortion Diversion of dedication And direction Causing eruptions Emissions Of erratic, electric elements Of ego. Ferocious fires form In filaments, firmaments Feeding the fantastic Forces Which grow and gain In greatness in gravity Grave, gory, gorgeous Gloom. Henceforth hidden horrors Harrowed in a hollow heart Instantly interact with Intimate ideas Initiating irregular, irrational Irreversible Irrelevant Intimacy Jealousy Jumbling of jinxes And laws of the jungle For kicks Leading to lies Leaving love for loneliness Loss. A massive moral meltdown In my mind Negating, neutralising normality Orchestrates an open Onslaught of order And ordinary People's principles To pursue passion And perfection In a poetic periphery Quite queer to some And quaint to those Not acquainted with Rushes of ramblings Received and reciprocated Or radical ridicule Of rascals. Synapses send, Signal every sinew Simulating similar signs But transmitting treacherous Tingles Teasing, trapping thoughts In terror, temptations To commit treason Unforgivable, unforgettable Us Vivid and vibrant But also very Woeful Wishing we were wild And willing to walk Our wishes make wonderful Wells of Youth And creative zest.
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC
patricia-drake
Chaotic Pattern
An anarchist atom Assaults the atmosphere With anger and aerial arson Bringing, begetting Brutal and ****** battles In my brain Initiating chaos With charges Of chemicals. A disection, distortion Diversion of dedication And direction Causing eruptions Emissions Of erratic, electric elements Of ego. Ferocious fires form In filaments, firmaments Feeding the fantastic Forces Which grow and gain In greatness in gravity Grave, gory, gorgeous Gloom. Henceforth hidden horrors Harrowed in a hollow heart Instantly interact with Intimate ideas Initiating irregular, irrational Irreversible Irrelevant Intimacy Jealousy Jumbling of jinxes And laws of the jungle For kicks Leading to lies Leaving love for loneliness Loss. A massive moral meltdown In my mind Negating, neutralising normality Orchestrates an open Onslaught of order And ordinary People's principles To pursue passion And perfection In a poetic periphery Quite queer to some And quaint to those Not acquainted with Rushes of ramblings Received and reciprocated Or radical ridicule Of rascals. Synapses send, Signal every sinew Simulating similar signs But transmitting treacherous Tingles Teasing, trapping thoughts In terror, temptations To commit treason Unforgivable, unforgettable Us Vivid and vibrant But also very Woeful Wishing we were wild And willing to walk Our wishes make wonderful Wells of Youth And creative zest.
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THEY hold their public meetings where Our most renowned patriots stand, One among the birds of the air, A stumpier on either hand; And all the popular statesmen say That purity built up the State And after kept it from decay; And let all base ambition be, For intellect would make us proud And pride bring in impurity: The three old rascals laugh aloud.
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William Butler Yeats
The Three Monuments
THEY hold their public meetings where Our most renowned patriots stand, One among the birds of the air, A stumpier on either hand; And all the popular statesmen say That purity built up the State And after kept it from decay; And let all base ambition be, For intellect would make us proud And pride bring in impurity: The three old rascals laugh aloud.
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you seemed shocked when i told you i’ve never seen star wars or godfather I or II. Nor have I seen pulp fiction, ferris buellers day off, little rascals or most marvel movies. you insist on a movie night, “i can’t let you sit there uncultured” you say with a smile. i agree knowing that i won’t remember the movies. all i’ll remember is you sitting close to me too nervous to hold my hand, but too stubborn to move away. i’ll remember seeing out of the corner of my eye, you watching me in awe. probably thinking “how beautiful” and you aren’t even watching the movies. you’re watching me, staring at me, longing for me. all i want is for you to grab my hand and take me in your arms make me yours. don’t be embarrassed my prince... i want you too.
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
_lovely
movie nights
you seemed shocked when i told you i’ve never seen star wars or godfather I or II. Nor have I seen pulp fiction, ferris buellers day off, little rascals or most marvel movies. you insist on a movie night, “i can’t let you sit there uncultured” you say with a smile. i agree knowing that i won’t remember the movies. all i’ll remember is you sitting close to me too nervous to hold my hand, but too stubborn to move away. i’ll remember seeing out of the corner of my eye, you watching me in awe. probably thinking “how beautiful” and you aren’t even watching the movies. you’re watching me, staring at me, longing for me. all i want is for you to grab my hand and take me in your arms make me yours. don’t be embarrassed my prince... i want you too.
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ON thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both good and great; And what's the odds if such as these For reason of the State Should keep their lovers waiting, Keep their lovers waiting? Some boast of beggar-kings and kings Of rascals black and white That rule because a strong right arm Puts all men in a fright, And drunk or sober live at ease Where none gainsay their right, And keep their lovers waiting, Keep their lovers waiting. The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne: Those cheers that can be bought or sold, That office fools have run, That waxen seal, that signature. For things like these what decent man Would keep his lover waiting, Keep his lover waiting?
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William Butler Yeats
A Model For The Laureate
ON thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both good and great; And what's the odds if such as these For reason of the State Should keep their lovers waiting, Keep their lovers waiting? Some boast of beggar-kings and kings Of rascals black and white That rule because a strong right arm Puts all men in a fright, And drunk or sober live at ease Where none gainsay their right, And keep their lovers waiting, Keep their lovers waiting. The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne: Those cheers that can be bought or sold, That office fools have run, That waxen seal, that signature. For things like these what decent man Would keep his lover waiting, Keep his lover waiting?
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A tavern built on misdeeds and insurrection, House of rascals, whisky and imperfection A hideaway for rebels and racketeers, Where drinks are served to outlaws and mutineers, Where the pianist plays for pirates and privateers, Where the wicked and the wayward can be served, And are respected however undeserved. It’s a rag-tag bunch of outlaws and anarchists, A cavalcade of rough revolutionists, So come on in my dear insurrectionist, Welcome to our lawless little band, Welcome to the Tavern of the ****** Come and join our banished battalion, Join our cause, oh revered rapscallion, So calling out to nature’s abominations, We’ve got bourbon, bombshells and indignation, Come and wait for imminent and sure damnation, No matter what your deviance may be, Come and join the drunken reverie. It’s a monument to lost souls and deviants, A shrine to every small disobedience, A riotous, cathartic experience, Where radicals are safe from reprimand, Welcome to the Tavern of the ****** Welcome back, my worshipped renegade, To the place where freedom’s sweet as lemonade, Where skanks and outlaws, sing so intoxicated, The anthem of the unkempt and agitated, The mantra of the evil and of the hated, Laughing as they sing their merry tune, Unified by their impending doom. It’s a testament to chaos and anarchy, A haven for the worst of humanity, A house of lawlessness and profanity, Welcome to our lawless little band, Welcome to the Tavern of the ******
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
Jupiter
Tavern of the ******
A tavern built on misdeeds and insurrection, House of rascals, whisky and imperfection A hideaway for rebels and racketeers, Where drinks are served to outlaws and mutineers, Where the pianist plays for pirates and privateers, Where the wicked and the wayward can be served, And are respected however undeserved. It’s a rag-tag bunch of outlaws and anarchists, A cavalcade of rough revolutionists, So come on in my dear insurrectionist, Welcome to our lawless little band, Welcome to the Tavern of the ****** Come and join our banished battalion, Join our cause, oh revered rapscallion, So calling out to nature’s abominations, We’ve got bourbon, bombshells and indignation, Come and wait for imminent and sure damnation, No matter what your deviance may be, Come and join the drunken reverie. It’s a monument to lost souls and deviants, A shrine to every small disobedience, A riotous, cathartic experience, Where radicals are safe from reprimand, Welcome to the Tavern of the ****** Welcome back, my worshipped renegade, To the place where freedom’s sweet as lemonade, Where skanks and outlaws, sing so intoxicated, The anthem of the unkempt and agitated, The mantra of the evil and of the hated, Laughing as they sing their merry tune, Unified by their impending doom. It’s a testament to chaos and anarchy, A haven for the worst of humanity, A house of lawlessness and profanity, Welcome to our lawless little band, Welcome to the Tavern of the ******
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Arthur dear, don’t fret. Papers, papers, get your papers.   I have never been to the sea.  I always wanted to go to the sea.   No, never since my husband died.   Oh aye, a sight to behold.   The rascals of Ballydrim out in force.   The maid peept out the window. The fryar and the nun.   An old man is a bed full of bones.   Is he not, is it not, is it not? Rose is red and rose is white.   New new nothing.   Row well ye mariners.   I have never seen the sea.   The pauper and the layman, the priest and the scoundrel, all moving with intent.   Sometimes, fleetingly, never anything less.   Profound, very, yes dreadfully profound.   Labour in vaine.   In great concentric circles about the time your husband died.   Biting the bullets one by one, out on the green fields of Amerikay.   Interest rates climbing on the national stew fund.  Spiralling into a new dawn of exoneration of traditional values.   Gracie did all those things and more.   And the quaker danced. Rose is red and rose is red.   For judge and jury.   Very very far. Quite near actually.   Further than strictly possible.   In all reason dear.   75 miles from the sea.  Exactly. And another. And another. AND another.   Drawing to a conclusion. Bliss.   Seemingly. Fleetingly.   (pause) Have at thy coat old woman!
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
IgnatiusBrabazon
Punchline to a Romance
Arthur dear, don’t fret. Papers, papers, get your papers.   I have never been to the sea.  I always wanted to go to the sea.   No, never since my husband died.   Oh aye, a sight to behold.   The rascals of Ballydrim out in force.   The maid peept out the window. The fryar and the nun.   An old man is a bed full of bones.   Is he not, is it not, is it not? Rose is red and rose is white.   New new nothing.   Row well ye mariners.   I have never seen the sea.   The pauper and the layman, the priest and the scoundrel, all moving with intent.   Sometimes, fleetingly, never anything less.   Profound, very, yes dreadfully profound.   Labour in vaine.   In great concentric circles about the time your husband died.   Biting the bullets one by one, out on the green fields of Amerikay.   Interest rates climbing on the national stew fund.  Spiralling into a new dawn of exoneration of traditional values.   Gracie did all those things and more.   And the quaker danced. Rose is red and rose is red.   For judge and jury.   Very very far. Quite near actually.   Further than strictly possible.   In all reason dear.   75 miles from the sea.  Exactly. And another. And another. AND another.   Drawing to a conclusion. Bliss.   Seemingly. Fleetingly.   (pause) Have at thy coat old woman!
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Around the backs of houses: Overgrowth cloaked a Horde of little rascals with Pockets full of pennies. Some were almost as tall as the Highest stalks and jumped Once a minute to gauge the number Of silly long strides left to spring from. Eyes fixed forwards, soldiering On to the treeline and then just Beyond - Through the ditch and Brambles, emerging onto stones: Ten feet towered with a Steep ascent as a clear warning Raptly ignored by the imps -- The chasers of thrills and stories And melted misshapen metal - Wherein lies the innocence of their Treacherous endeavors. Those Pennies would return mangled and bent Enough to weave a tale of valiance And near-death peril so captivating It couldn't possibly be spun; For in your hand you held a token. "The world vibrated and ear drums Exploded, running to cover from The screaming, steaming demon: Dublin to Belfast express!" They would say.
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
leigh321f
Weave Me A Lifetime Of This
Around the backs of houses: Overgrowth cloaked a Horde of little rascals with Pockets full of pennies. Some were almost as tall as the Highest stalks and jumped Once a minute to gauge the number Of silly long strides left to spring from. Eyes fixed forwards, soldiering On to the treeline and then just Beyond - Through the ditch and Brambles, emerging onto stones: Ten feet towered with a Steep ascent as a clear warning Raptly ignored by the imps -- The chasers of thrills and stories And melted misshapen metal - Wherein lies the innocence of their Treacherous endeavors. Those Pennies would return mangled and bent Enough to weave a tale of valiance And near-death peril so captivating It couldn't possibly be spun; For in your hand you held a token. "The world vibrated and ear drums Exploded, running to cover from The screaming, steaming demon: Dublin to Belfast express!" They would say.
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Back in the day of the fifties music scene. You had rivals of opposite back grounds. But similar in many ways. Whether it was country , or the blues. You have rivals impressing you. Chuck Berry, with his oddity sound. Had Buddy Holly , with his similar odd sound. Say LittleRichard and think Jerry Lee Lewis. Two of the baddest piano players that was original. And we know Elvis had no rival of his style. Although for some reason they think it was Fabians. Who were far from it? The Beatle during the sixties had the Rolling Stones. While the Temptations had the Impressions. And the Lovin' Spoonful had the Rascals. We, see things that reminds you of twins. Sometimes, it pays to be different. To let your personality come shining through. Which we know music usually do. It soothes the savage beast. Unless it part of a music called rage. Or maybe even rap. But this just a matter of opinion.
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
jeffrey-conyers
Rivals
Back in the day of the fifties music scene. You had rivals of opposite back grounds. But similar in many ways. Whether it was country , or the blues. You have rivals impressing you. Chuck Berry, with his oddity sound. Had Buddy Holly , with his similar odd sound. Say LittleRichard and think Jerry Lee Lewis. Two of the baddest piano players that was original. And we know Elvis had no rival of his style. Although for some reason they think it was Fabians. Who were far from it? The Beatle during the sixties had the Rolling Stones. While the Temptations had the Impressions. And the Lovin' Spoonful had the Rascals. We, see things that reminds you of twins. Sometimes, it pays to be different. To let your personality come shining through. Which we know music usually do. It soothes the savage beast. Unless it part of a music called rage. Or maybe even rap. But this just a matter of opinion.
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He’s got a bagel on his head, Not a Cornish Pastie, nor a slice of bread; Not a Singin’ Hinny, nor a Bacon Roll, Not Bedfordshire Clanger nor Toad-in-the-Hole; Black Buns from Scotland pass him by, No Jammy Rascals, nor Stargazy Pie; No Bakewell Tarts, and no Teisen Lap, No Apple Dumplings adorn his cap; No scones from Devon spread with cream and jam; Just a crispy bagel full of cheese and ham. Bagels are the coolest, bagels are the best: Up with the bagels and down with the rest. Onwards and upwards, long may it be said: He’s got a bagel on his head.
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
ann-williams-ms
He's got a bagel on his head
He’s got a bagel on his head, Not a Cornish Pastie, nor a slice of bread; Not a Singin’ Hinny, nor a Bacon Roll, Not Bedfordshire Clanger nor Toad-in-the-Hole; Black Buns from Scotland pass him by, No Jammy Rascals, nor Stargazy Pie; No Bakewell Tarts, and no Teisen Lap, No Apple Dumplings adorn his cap; No scones from Devon spread with cream and jam; Just a crispy bagel full of cheese and ham. Bagels are the coolest, bagels are the best: Up with the bagels and down with the rest. Onwards and upwards, long may it be said: He’s got a bagel on his head.
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We gathered At The lighthouse at Piedras Blancas Called by an unknowable Incandescent Calling. Carpenters Electricians Bums Drifters Grifters Women doctors Professors Rangers Mothers of young children Truck drivers Salesmen Rascals And the occasional party crashers And Me A poet and wanderer by trade. We were called to the ocean To see. We didn't know why We traveled from far and wide To The spot at the lighthouse at Piedras Blancas North of Cambria Pines South of San Simeon On the California coast To The spot we were summoned To Witness the rapidly out of control growing Of the white mass on the skin of the ocean Consuming Wasting Inch by inch Foot by foot Mile by mile Devouring the ocean Cells out of control Determined by one pure drive The drive to survive Which ultimately would cause All to die. The voice we had heard Was mother ocean Wailing to the Sun and moon And Stars For her offspring She would never see again...
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
sjr1000
The Lighthouse at Piedras Blancas
We gathered At The lighthouse at Piedras Blancas Called by an unknowable Incandescent Calling. Carpenters Electricians Bums Drifters Grifters Women doctors Professors Rangers Mothers of young children Truck drivers Salesmen Rascals And the occasional party crashers And Me A poet and wanderer by trade. We were called to the ocean To see. We didn't know why We traveled from far and wide To The spot at the lighthouse at Piedras Blancas North of Cambria Pines South of San Simeon On the California coast To The spot we were summoned To Witness the rapidly out of control growing Of the white mass on the skin of the ocean Consuming Wasting Inch by inch Foot by foot Mile by mile Devouring the ocean Cells out of control Determined by one pure drive The drive to survive Which ultimately would cause All to die. The voice we had heard Was mother ocean Wailing to the Sun and moon And Stars For her offspring She would never see again...
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On thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both good and great; And what's the odds if such as these For reason of the State Should keep their lovers waiting, Keep their lovers waiting? Some boast of beggar-kings and kings Of rascals black and white That rule because a strong right arm Puts all men in a fright, And drunk or sober live at ease Where none gainsay their right, And keep their lovers waiting, Keep their lovers waiting. The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne: Those cheers that can be bought or sold, That office fools have run, That waxen seal, that signature. For things like these what decent man Would keep his lover waiting, Keep his lover waiting?
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William Butler Yeats
Model For The Laureate
On thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both good and great; And what's the odds if such as these For reason of the State Should keep their lovers waiting, Keep their lovers waiting? Some boast of beggar-kings and kings Of rascals black and white That rule because a strong right arm Puts all men in a fright, And drunk or sober live at ease Where none gainsay their right, And keep their lovers waiting, Keep their lovers waiting. The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne: Those cheers that can be bought or sold, That office fools have run, That waxen seal, that signature. For things like these what decent man Would keep his lover waiting, Keep his lover waiting?
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