"sma" poems - Hello Poetry

On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, O what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I *** be laith to rin an’ chase thee Wi’ murd’ring pattle! I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken nature’s social union, An’ justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An’ fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave ‘S a sma’ request: I’ll get a blessin’ wi’ the lave, And never miss’t! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin’: And naething, now, to big a new ane, O’ foggage green! An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin’ Baith snell an’ keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste An’ weary winter comin’ fast, An’ cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro’ thy cell. That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter’s sleety dribble An’ cranreuch cauld! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft a-gley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promised joy. Still thou art blest, compared wi’ me! The present only toucheth thee: But, oh! I backward cast my e’e On prospects drear! An’ forward, tho’ I canna see, I guess an’ fear!

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Robert Burns

To A Mouse

On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie, O what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I *** be laith to rin an’ chase thee Wi’ murd’ring pattle! I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken nature’s social union, An’ justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An’ fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave ‘S a sma’ request: I’ll get a blessin’ wi’ the lave, And never miss’t! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin’: And naething, now, to big a new ane, O’ foggage green! An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin’ Baith snell an’ keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste An’ weary winter comin’ fast, An’ cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro’ thy cell. That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter’s sleety dribble An’ cranreuch cauld! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft a-gley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promised joy. Still thou art blest, compared wi’ me! The present only toucheth thee: But, oh! I backward cast my e’e On prospects drear! An’ forward, tho’ I canna see, I guess an’ fear!

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. 6mg Fat 11mg Carbs 150 mg Protein 7% of US RDA Potassium and 3% US RDA zinc and cop per. It is both Pre ven tative and fights can cer. Particular ly. breast can cer. Only 20 calories . per serving! ingestion of seminal pla sma is called ***** ophagia

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Oct 10, 2014

Oct 10, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC

TheGoodPussy

Guilt Free

. 6mg Fat 11mg Carbs 150 mg Protein 7% of US RDA Potassium and 3% US RDA zinc and cop per. It is both Pre ven tative and fights can cer. Particular ly. breast can cer. Only 20 calories . per serving! ingestion of seminal pla sma is called ***** ophagia

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Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I *** be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle! I'm truly sorry man's dominion, Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request; I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, An' never miss't! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! It's silly wa's the win's are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell - Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me The present only toucheth thee: But, Och! I backward cast my e'e. On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear!

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Jan 25, 2015

Jan 25, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC

RosieDee

To A Mouse (By Rabbie Burns)

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I *** be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle! I'm truly sorry man's dominion, Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request; I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, An' never miss't! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! It's silly wa's the win's are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell - Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me The present only toucheth thee: But, Och! I backward cast my e'e. On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear!

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Pairs well with steak, prime rib and spaghetti bolognese, my cab-sav drank with no regret, my dog has more likes on my instagram @elverum51, is where it is at where I am chances are dark chocolate will stain these lips, as I slowly enjoy the limited sweetness, tongue trips on slippery letters that form words bathed in wine, I don't work tomorrow I will be just just LIKE fine, same thing different day on wordpress, I don't twitter enough for a wordsmith I am sure there is a video on youtube, for me dude, to solve everything I rue, do you? Need some time killers, murderers more LIKE Can I interest you in Pinterest, Stumbleupon, and their ilk? LIKE me so I can love myself, take my self-esteem off a shelf freshly pressed and fine that reminds me....wine! How is this social, if I cannot prepare a meal at my meagre table, Days are gone when my humility is thrilled you visit me, a fable uncommon courtesy can be found by a common man LIKE me, @iceintheattic mentioned me in a comment: @elverum51 Always too kind to the bones, kinder than the wind to the trees - thank you @elverum51 I need SMT for my SMA don't message, don't check my status, don't even phone just show up knock on my door, that is all that matters.

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

The Addiction

Pairs well with steak, prime rib and spaghetti bolognese, my cab-sav drank with no regret, my dog has more likes on my instagram @elverum51, is where it is at where I am chances are dark chocolate will stain these lips, as I slowly enjoy the limited sweetness, tongue trips on slippery letters that form words bathed in wine, I don't work tomorrow I will be just just LIKE fine, same thing different day on wordpress, I don't twitter enough for a wordsmith I am sure there is a video on youtube, for me dude, to solve everything I rue, do you? Need some time killers, murderers more LIKE Can I interest you in Pinterest, Stumbleupon, and their ilk? LIKE me so I can love myself, take my self-esteem off a shelf freshly pressed and fine that reminds me....wine! How is this social, if I cannot prepare a meal at my meagre table, Days are gone when my humility is thrilled you visit me, a fable uncommon courtesy can be found by a common man LIKE me, @iceintheattic mentioned me in a comment: @elverum51 Always too kind to the bones, kinder than the wind to the trees - thank you @elverum51 I need SMT for my SMA don't message, don't check my status, don't even phone just show up knock on my door, that is all that matters.

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Brix in IJAA IJAA IJAA IJAA IJAA traditional IKEA AFN AFN building suspended the Jewish temple, the car is a lawyer, has 100 religious faiths and leaving Kenya, it's easy to raise it about the possible table, MIA Astropovic. All areas of the gaurliidis potential. Glasses and waves of gas from Yanayu's Pai. Igor Fujian / Kinsis fear is wonderful and many of the researchers participating in the conference. "Where the tightest mark of CTBibus is good." The Horizcope Blind Cup Los Angeles Cradles 2 GeMIni Creius 1, Trinity way Hanolulu and skating Arnalda America, cities, friends, dating friends ,, For example, in Volcani Valley North Vidisina 100, 500, Gas 0 contains NTT, the well-known part Tosiji K-SEPARATOR page 1, 5. (Tom, Tom; French Victorian Intermediate Tex-T 0.0 History 500 kilometers Grammy Graham SMA Pompau movie "Solar Sarah" Samhain Owen's snake OTA 0000 (two tassels) 12Gi Twitter and 30 "Armenstats lead iLike xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Jan 4, 2019

Jan 4, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC

johnny-noiπ

iLike ***

Brix in IJAA IJAA IJAA IJAA IJAA traditional IKEA AFN AFN building suspended the Jewish temple, the car is a lawyer, has 100 religious faiths and leaving Kenya, it's easy to raise it about the possible table, MIA Astropovic. All areas of the gaurliidis potential. Glasses and waves of gas from Yanayu's Pai. Igor Fujian / Kinsis fear is wonderful and many of the researchers participating in the conference. "Where the tightest mark of CTBibus is good." The Horizcope Blind Cup Los Angeles Cradles 2 GeMIni Creius 1, Trinity way Hanolulu and skating Arnalda America, cities, friends, dating friends ,, For example, in Volcani Valley North Vidisina 100, 500, Gas 0 contains NTT, the well-known part Tosiji K-SEPARATOR page 1, 5. (Tom, Tom; French Victorian Intermediate Tex-T 0.0 History 500 kilometers Grammy Graham SMA Pompau movie "Solar Sarah" Samhain Owen's snake OTA 0000 (two tassels) 12Gi Twitter and 30 "Armenstats lead iLike xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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At ringend on june sixteenth nineteen hundred and four Molly opens her door and Literate Leopold plonks his kosher black pudding into her hand Isn't it grand to be remembered this way? Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children Searching for meat on O'Connel streeet that has the tang of scented ***** The well known literate degenerates long to have their hot-dogs stroked by baaaaaaaaaarnacles whilst sellin' knick-nack Paddywackery of dear old ***** dumpling How do they walk with her sausages and inner organs of beasts and fowls? their shanks ****** dry of whuskey on Denny's big breakfast show Well **** your **** With a flame-grilled samuel becket burger and a side order of oscar wilde fries "warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yeilded amid rumpled clothes. Whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments. Armpits oniony sweat . Fishgluey slime. Feel! Press! Crushed! Sulphur dung of lions Young! Young! In the petri- Pish Pish Pish Dish spitoon culture the illiteraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaati hold a party "I'm a tiny tiny thing Ever flying in the spring Round and round a ringaring Long ago I was king Now I do this kind of thing On the wing, onnnnnnnn the wing!" Bing! Professor Latelate Lateshow Late review Was talking to ME…….. about yew What do yew think of that aesthetic crew? The opal hush poets? The master mystiks? The wanz thit *** to me in the sma' oors o the mournin' tae ask aboot plains o consciousness? They're all Barbers, says he, from the Black Country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses! In Dublin's fine city Where the wine bars are pretty You can't find an ashtray You must smoke alone. Isn't it grand To be remembered this way Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children?

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Jun 15, 2019

Jun 15, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC

johnny-solstice

BLOOMSDAY

At ringend on june sixteenth nineteen hundred and four Molly opens her door and Literate Leopold plonks his kosher black pudding into her hand Isn't it grand to be remembered this way? Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children Searching for meat on O'Connel streeet that has the tang of scented ***** The well known literate degenerates long to have their hot-dogs stroked by baaaaaaaaaarnacles whilst sellin' knick-nack Paddywackery of dear old ***** dumpling How do they walk with her sausages and inner organs of beasts and fowls? their shanks ****** dry of whuskey on Denny's big breakfast show Well **** your **** With a flame-grilled samuel becket burger and a side order of oscar wilde fries "warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yeilded amid rumpled clothes. Whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments. Armpits oniony sweat . Fishgluey slime. Feel! Press! Crushed! Sulphur dung of lions Young! Young! In the petri- Pish Pish Pish Dish spitoon culture the illiteraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaati hold a party "I'm a tiny tiny thing Ever flying in the spring Round and round a ringaring Long ago I was king Now I do this kind of thing On the wing, onnnnnnnn the wing!" Bing! Professor Latelate Lateshow Late review Was talking to ME…….. about yew What do yew think of that aesthetic crew? The opal hush poets? The master mystiks? The wanz thit *** to me in the sma' oors o the mournin' tae ask aboot plains o consciousness? They're all Barbers, says he, from the Black Country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses! In Dublin's fine city Where the wine bars are pretty You can't find an ashtray You must smoke alone. Isn't it grand To be remembered this way Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children?

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