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"snub" poems
A fueling, flashing fulgent, furnace, fulgurous, frothy, fumes and feathery flakes, I do not speak of waves of snow, hoary frost, or ice, a cold gelare or even frozen lakes! Formidable, furrows, fructifying, functioning fruition to foremost fondly found a flaming, I revel not in such destruction but choices for my naming! For flowers flow fields forever, forswearing funneling fjords finitely, fire fray’s forests furthermost, Instructing in the arts of language, for I am your gracious host! Fakir formulates factious forms fading flummoxed into fury, a fugacious fusible and furtive fleeting feigning furiosity, A deep ditch dug, tight as pug, wrapped blanket snub though not a flub, all perspicacity! Finds frosty frore a frozen freezing faction for fusty flaming feasance, Fomorian fantasy of formidable faggoting, facient up to fancying, fancying, furnaced flesh fluidity finds itself factitivity, facets for fabulists from the faint familiarity, Relating cold to heat as such, requires but a human touch, apologize I do you see for all my clueless severity! Fans of all the falconry, who fallow fields of family, falter for a fallacy, falling into infamy as forgone flame frontogenesis, fatigues a Faustian felony, for which fate finds is fastigiated foolery, febrile features featly and yet furiously, favonian fear of fellowship fiendishly, figures foal to fatherly, finally fiddle flinchingly, although not so too furtively; I finagle in my filigree!
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Wauhermes in Toto
/*h'americans can call it a striptease, but in amsterdam, with legal self-employed prostitutes? we call it a cocktease: because you'd really visit amsterdam for the **** these days?* isabella: the french psychology exchange student -     hung up on her ex-boyfriend - really in anime movies -       and that american i competed with on an edinburgh pub-crawl for freshers - and lost my virginity to -                   probably the only time i had the ontological parameters of your atypical man -   "hunting", competing -    oh so, so, enthralling....     (spot the irony mingling with ridicule, when people "know" how the modern man behaves, with his caveman predecessors: dragging a woman by the hair type of cartoonish depiction) - the other fun time i've had encounters with h'americans was in Soho - two colts, texan tourists asking for directions, or where this or that place was... it almost warmed my heart hearing that twang                        of the tongue... perhaps someone from arizona? that has that - "mid" western twang of the tongue                  added to the bite... snub the Boston high-mind eloquence, like:     you really really want                to sound european... never mind...    people say that water is tasteless... hmm...     so last night i was heating up one arm of scissors...                  and sniffing it... then licked the other arm of the scissor... what's in water again?    minerals... a subtle presence... magnesium, potassium, iron... you name it...    so yeah... water is... "tasteless"... eisenzahn that i am.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
water is, "tasteless" (eisenzahn)
/*h'americans can call it a striptease, but in amsterdam, with legal self-employed prostitutes? we call it a cocktease: because you'd really visit amsterdam for the **** these days?* isabella: the french psychology exchange student -     hung up on her ex-boyfriend - really in anime movies -       and that american i competed with on an edinburgh pub-crawl for freshers - and lost my virginity to -                   probably the only time i had the ontological parameters of your atypical man -   "hunting", competing -    oh so, so, enthralling....     (spot the irony mingling with ridicule, when people "know" how the modern man behaves, with his caveman predecessors: dragging a woman by the hair type of cartoonish depiction) - the other fun time i've had encounters with h'americans was in Soho - two colts, texan tourists asking for directions, or where this or that place was... it almost warmed my heart hearing that twang                        of the tongue... perhaps someone from arizona? that has that - "mid" western twang of the tongue                  added to the bite... snub the Boston high-mind eloquence, like:     you really really want                to sound european... never mind...    people say that water is tasteless... hmm...     so last night i was heating up one arm of scissors...                  and sniffing it... then licked the other arm of the scissor... what's in water again?    minerals... a subtle presence... magnesium, potassium, iron... you name it...    so yeah... water is... "tasteless"... eisenzahn that i am.
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SOLDIER OF FORTUNE Book down both my idleness and memories, Come the 52nd summer, through ship to ship The last sail from city to city, the perturb To Contempt Thy will at time remain snub, hath my time being Hoaxed with an irony to bare my dream, for my family, my slug Hit the deepest of my wish, with an arm to an Armor, though my gentle verse never indulge volitionary, What’s Worth in me hath grown, neither my dream Extant, to whom shall I sell? Thy portrait reckon without understanding The captivity my dreams, to whom shall I cry My bootless fate?, Hast thee forsaken me? Thou art trouble me not , Thee Succeed anyone In an unflagging quest for a word, though art’s will For sinners, saint and believers never change
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
soldier of fortune
Often does your Purpose seek to Belong Thoughts your Rebellious Clouds can independ But just recall your Coins; And after long You'll realise the Worth which you will spend Maybe you Decided; Or maybe not Plans which the Architect will rennovate It's clearly shown by the Jersey you got How you love to be an Otaku's Date I'll complain to the Pug; And must he snub Even if his Language you will confuse And why he chose to reissue a **** When all he could do is ask for a fuse. Still a Nice Wear you so haply display Hoping such Good Colours will never fade.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TEN - TOM DALEY
i enter the river later the woods tour natures suicide spots snub them for a man made bridge snub the bridge     because i find life pretty today     too pretty to bend deaths ear                              and suspend
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Apr 13, 2024
Apr 13, 2024 at 11:38 AM UTC
snub
The Avenger from Oklahoma she was a doll faced little lady looking so demure looking so sweet she would bat her eyes and smile and then knock you off your feet you see she was the avenger looking for men who had done wrong she carried a snub-nosed 38 and she would blow you away for a song seems her sister had been slighted left all alone and broken hearted threw herself out of the window and Annie finished what she started she found the ******* who slighted her sis made him fall for her with her magic lips she shot him in his own bedroom and walked away swinging her hips but that wasn't the end of her journey she decided revenge her life's passion making heart breakers pay the price working as a model in design and fashion she would lure in all the playboys make them melt with her charms and just when they were ready to cash in she'd put a bullet in each of his arms she would disappear into the night keeping the cops off her trail her legend went on for over 20 years most swearing it was just a fantasy tale Gomer Lepoet...
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
The Avenger from Oklahoma
I seen a empty bottle in the trash. There was also napkins next to the trash. I wondered how many people use these napkins.. It's stated recycle. Recycle what ? Trees? Regurgitated garbage we eat over and over again ? How do we still have a mountain of trash. Plato and Socrates knew something. Perhaps eject it to space. Maybe we can **** our ozone if we just burn it. Cause earth swallows anything including pasts and futures. Who's in control of Earth's health. Cause we **** on it. And that bottle... Of course is full of **** and vinegar. Release all tension and let's rise to the stratosphere. Floating cities above Earth's gravity.. no pulling of our new system down.  Elisium on the moon. Perhaps a ride in a roller coaster to the darkside will thrill you more. Maybe it's not as cold and chilling as we thought.. and Earth's warmth and feelings will make a change like a landmass arise or one to fall.. I've fell many times. Now I've married the other half of my mind. People climbing out of oceans asking about ships.. but my dreamscape makes me the hero in my pirate flag informaniac boom. Cannons and truth. My voice in thought and control of the room. I blow horns like harps of trains and riots of mind boggling facts. I am and Lord knows Jesus will help me like a snub nose I tuck. I'll play gangster while my inner ghost fires the bullets.. I'm not violent as what sin runs in his blood. I'm just everything else and it's time I leave after passing and giving peace to my son. His family is mine and we deserve heaven.. same as 144 thousand.. all for order of the Bright Apollo flights and fry minds in a hystaria historical society of terror. Longer days hotter with white out snow. Raining tears and explicit when our children explore. Yes I ********** .. it's better then the alternative.. making more humans live... rebirth and love now Is in a different narrative.
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Cleanliness
I seen a empty bottle in the trash. There was also napkins next to the trash. I wondered how many people use these napkins.. It's stated recycle. Recycle what ? Trees? Regurgitated garbage we eat over and over again ? How do we still have a mountain of trash. Plato and Socrates knew something. Perhaps eject it to space. Maybe we can **** our ozone if we just burn it. Cause earth swallows anything including pasts and futures. Who's in control of Earth's health. Cause we **** on it. And that bottle... Of course is full of **** and vinegar. Release all tension and let's rise to the stratosphere. Floating cities above Earth's gravity.. no pulling of our new system down.  Elisium on the moon. Perhaps a ride in a roller coaster to the darkside will thrill you more. Maybe it's not as cold and chilling as we thought.. and Earth's warmth and feelings will make a change like a landmass arise or one to fall.. I've fell many times. Now I've married the other half of my mind. People climbing out of oceans asking about ships.. but my dreamscape makes me the hero in my pirate flag informaniac boom. Cannons and truth. My voice in thought and control of the room. I blow horns like harps of trains and riots of mind boggling facts. I am and Lord knows Jesus will help me like a snub nose I tuck. I'll play gangster while my inner ghost fires the bullets.. I'm not violent as what sin runs in his blood. I'm just everything else and it's time I leave after passing and giving peace to my son. His family is mine and we deserve heaven.. same as 144 thousand.. all for order of the Bright Apollo flights and fry minds in a hystaria historical society of terror. Longer days hotter with white out snow. Raining tears and explicit when our children explore. Yes I ********** .. it's better then the alternative.. making more humans live... rebirth and love now Is in a different narrative.
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Standing by the soup kitchen, Wrapped up in freezing cold. Not very old in numbers, but feeling rather old. The townsfolk snub him, They ignore his missus. His fingers sparkle blue and red, No magic lurks within. His blanket's rather itchy. the people passing by, are either numb or ****** get a job, they shout for sport. their coffee cup, their only support. It beggars belief that the poor souls get grief. There for the grace of God go I. (c) Livvi
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
HOMELESSNESS IN DARKNIGHTS
This is for the residents who remember And for the transplants who Have yet to be informed But have got an inkling Burque has gone from Bustling to busted And back again Growing up in the 80’s I learned about the Varying degrees of “sick” As my dad pointed out The pekid pachucos perusing Pharmacy isles Attempting to purchase Cough syrup with codeine In the evenings Driving home down Central I would ceremoniously Count hookers My parents would Precariously pack heat In the trunk of our car Or even in my mom’s special ***** pack With the hidden compartment For her .38 snub nose Because you never know Who will be in your home When you arrive That’s a given When flop houses are Interwoven with prime real estate And barrio boundaries Border the bourgeois’ bungalows And Huning’s Castles And residents rarely recognize Or realize That aside from the locals The European Jews Was the only group gutsy enough To settle here And create commerce Despite risks of being raided By Apaches And they reaped the benefits Off Roma and Marquette Because the rewards Turned out to be greater than The risks And up North Where Sephardic turned Crypto Conversions to Catholicism Kept the Messiah’s spirit alive But in basements They still did Chi fives! I was saddened in middle school When I realized That many of our parents Were too ashamed of our roots To teach us Spanish And our Schools ****** so severely That most of us Didn’t learn English either But hey – All you need to Communicate while cruising Are cat calls And the thumping boom Of the bass in the tubes And the hydraulic drop When they hit The hot spots From Tingley, Kit Carson and Central to Copper Each kid dreams that His ride Will be the show stopper I could rant and rave And rattle off for days But bottom line – We have the most Curious state With mysterious qualities And in-depth histories But most of us are More concerned with Bud Light And Biscochitos Con Manteca Because it just tastes great!
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC
Ode to Downtown Burque – and New Mexico too
This is for the residents who remember And for the transplants who Have yet to be informed But have got an inkling Burque has gone from Bustling to busted And back again Growing up in the 80’s I learned about the Varying degrees of “sick” As my dad pointed out The pekid pachucos perusing Pharmacy isles Attempting to purchase Cough syrup with codeine In the evenings Driving home down Central I would ceremoniously Count hookers My parents would Precariously pack heat In the trunk of our car Or even in my mom’s special ***** pack With the hidden compartment For her .38 snub nose Because you never know Who will be in your home When you arrive That’s a given When flop houses are Interwoven with prime real estate And barrio boundaries Border the bourgeois’ bungalows And Huning’s Castles And residents rarely recognize Or realize That aside from the locals The European Jews Was the only group gutsy enough To settle here And create commerce Despite risks of being raided By Apaches And they reaped the benefits Off Roma and Marquette Because the rewards Turned out to be greater than The risks And up North Where Sephardic turned Crypto Conversions to Catholicism Kept the Messiah’s spirit alive But in basements They still did Chi fives! I was saddened in middle school When I realized That many of our parents Were too ashamed of our roots To teach us Spanish And our Schools ****** so severely That most of us Didn’t learn English either But hey – All you need to Communicate while cruising Are cat calls And the thumping boom Of the bass in the tubes And the hydraulic drop When they hit The hot spots From Tingley, Kit Carson and Central to Copper Each kid dreams that His ride Will be the show stopper I could rant and rave And rattle off for days But bottom line – We have the most Curious state With mysterious qualities And in-depth histories But most of us are More concerned with Bud Light And Biscochitos Con Manteca Because it just tastes great!
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The thousand, thousand faces Of pours, of hair, of skin With glancing gazes - gracious And a wealth of words - within Some smile through their veer Some simply snub but mostly nice Some in slumber, some in fear Some too busy with a vice I am exactly as we all are The mumbling, melting snowflakes As I sink and swim among the stars To avoid all massive mistakes Onward stranger, to better things May our minor encounter snap no strings
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
Stranger things
Deaths Of 2013 My third year doing this. Paul Walker, Texas ranger, driving fast leads to danger. Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown, Paul Bearer always wore a frown. Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini, always played a mobster meany. Peter O'Toole, famous actor, Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. President Nelson Mandela, Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella. Lou Reed, is now on the wild side, took all the colored girls for a ride. Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin, tv actors who had white skin. Paul Blair and Stan The Man, playing baseball, when they can. Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly, both had ***** that bounced like jelly. Tom Clancy wrote famous books, not much on having good looks. Cory Montieth and Patti Page, one died young, other of old age. Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker, Archie always put her in the dumper. Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones, played football and broke some bones. Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips, they both gave good and bad tips. Ray Manzarek, from The Doors, Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords. Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself, Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf. Mindy McCready and George Jones, both hit those country tones. Chris Kelly from Kris Kross, Ed Koch is a New York loss. David Frost and Roger Ebert, always had words to insert. Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club, Eydie Gorme almost got a snub. Jonathan Winters, was very funny, to come from Mork's egg, made him money. If you don't know who these people are, look them up, internet not very far. For the ones that I missed, please don't get to ******
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Deaths Of 2013
Deaths Of 2013 My third year doing this. Paul Walker, Texas ranger, driving fast leads to danger. Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown, Paul Bearer always wore a frown. Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini, always played a mobster meany. Peter O'Toole, famous actor, Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. President Nelson Mandela, Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella. Lou Reed, is now on the wild side, took all the colored girls for a ride. Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin, tv actors who had white skin. Paul Blair and Stan The Man, playing baseball, when they can. Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly, both had ***** that bounced like jelly. Tom Clancy wrote famous books, not much on having good looks. Cory Montieth and Patti Page, one died young, other of old age. Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker, Archie always put her in the dumper. Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones, played football and broke some bones. Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips, they both gave good and bad tips. Ray Manzarek, from The Doors, Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords. Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself, Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf. Mindy McCready and George Jones, both hit those country tones. Chris Kelly from Kris Kross, Ed Koch is a New York loss. David Frost and Roger Ebert, always had words to insert. Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club, Eydie Gorme almost got a snub. Jonathan Winters, was very funny, to come from Mork's egg, made him money. If you don't know who these people are, look them up, internet not very far. For the ones that I missed, please don't get to ******
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Driving Ms. Daisy Absolutely drives me crazy. Many a driver have come and vanished by noon. Her cruel words are nothing but her ****** armour. People hate her, and she appears to love it. Petite old Ms Daisy, seems like she’ll forever be alone. Today she asked of me to drive faster, “I want to feel the wind against my face. Take it up a notch”, she said. “12miles/per hour,” she wailed. Snub the rooster and wax the pole, driving Ms Daisy is slow. Really slow. At times I fear that the machine may fail, That the engine may even stop from being so frail. Taking Ms Daisy someplace is like going nowhere, because you aren’t moving enough to arrive anywhere. Yesterday was the worst day ever; her constant yelling and biting remarks that only aimed to infuriate. But Ms Daisy is always classy. Her proud air of 16th century British Royalty. Even her perfumed handkerchiefs spell eloquence. But still, one day I wish she’ll suffer a heart attack, Or maybe a mild stroke. But then I wonder out loud, “Who else will hire me and pay me this load?” I may moan and rumble but I am forever stuck with Ms Daisy.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
Ms. Daisy
Everyone... needs a place to belong something, or somewhere That is uniquely there own... Safety... after a hard day where the world is simply not allowed... Surrounded... with familiar objects and their own sense of style... There's something very comforting in knowing ... nothing is expected right now... There are some... that have never known anything but... and snub their nose at the importance... Taking for granted... their sense of belonging and the comfort... that comes when one is at ease... Others... take their space wherever they can find it... Solace... on a stoop or a curb... It's a modern tragedy... that this need is taken for granted or worse... over priced out of greed... Everyone needs ... to feel like they belong to reset and gather to relax and restore peace...
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
A Place To Belong...
Revolution the course to freedom Revolution a season of war A season our lands are watered with our blood shed A season people are starved and stabbed in the untilled field Revolution a season of blood flow which end with the interminable joy of the nation We are the people you make fun of because we cannot speak your accents We are the people who dose your slave works,cleans your messes after party We are the people who pays with our lives during festival to fight to death You laugh at us You snub us Because we are nothing wicked like you Your greed would make an end to everything we have and everything we ever lived for This is not your land,you are a total stranger We will not allow you to deprive us of our fathers inheritance yes we will not allow you to take what is rightfully ours We will not pay the price to your greed We will stay, we will not go away from our land Our forefathers have lived here since before the days,yet you want what is rightfully ours The only thing you could offer is brutal ****** Death is the only thing we can understand You make us lots of promise Yet you offer us starvation Your promises are empty like the belly of our children We will fight and shed our bloods for the course of our freedom Our blood will water the land for we will not give up without a fight Yes we will not give up without a fight Arise oh ye youth of slumbers Arise oh ye prisoners of wants For the reason to revolt is at our course Let's fight for what is rightfully our Revolution the course to freedom A course to the normal world
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
REVOLUTION THE COURSE TO FREEDOM
Revolution the course to freedom Revolution a season of war A season our lands are watered with our blood shed A season people are starved and stabbed in the untilled field Revolution a season of blood flow which end with the interminable joy of the nation We are the people you make fun of because we cannot speak your accents We are the people who dose your slave works,cleans your messes after party We are the people who pays with our lives during festival to fight to death You laugh at us You snub us Because we are nothing wicked like you Your greed would make an end to everything we have and everything we ever lived for This is not your land,you are a total stranger We will not allow you to deprive us of our fathers inheritance yes we will not allow you to take what is rightfully ours We will not pay the price to your greed We will stay, we will not go away from our land Our forefathers have lived here since before the days,yet you want what is rightfully ours The only thing you could offer is brutal ****** Death is the only thing we can understand You make us lots of promise Yet you offer us starvation Your promises are empty like the belly of our children We will fight and shed our bloods for the course of our freedom Our blood will water the land for we will not give up without a fight Yes we will not give up without a fight Arise oh ye youth of slumbers Arise oh ye prisoners of wants For the reason to revolt is at our course Let's fight for what is rightfully our Revolution the course to freedom A course to the normal world
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Love is stupid, love is blind, it is selfish, jealous and unkind. Love is abusive, love can hurt it will scratch, and pound into the dirt. Love will snub you, call you dumb, and alienate you from everyone.
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Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
I Ignored Our Wedding Vows
Love: laying bricks in a line or a least a lie with N monotony. Standing in line, at the end, until the begin NEXT! ...ing. Pretending, that was doing something. Like a verb, perturbing, unsettling. Cold air is causing nerve ending stand NEXT! ...up. Back of the neck rub Trapped like a spider in a covered tub. Seems wide till the world opens wide and there's a snub from the passing yacht club as it crashes into the hub. Now aren't you glad you got grub instead of a ticket NEXT! ...stub? Chop and bop. Hop on the bed, called Dr. Suess' pop. Lets swap places. Straighten the tie, I am a flop fop. Harvesting their crop of heads. Onomatopoeia plop NEXT
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
Standing in line
We got those 1800s vibes Men with moustaches Women with moustaches You ready to Hunt for your lives? Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. It's that time again, we close to sittin' pretty Lord I pray for courage, so light that soul fire in me Stacks of crucifixes, so we don't run out quickly Hang it loosely round my neck should it get dark and dingy Ward off the devils spirits, or beasts made from three sixes Martini firepower, and no I don't mean drinkin' Sometimes be something sicker, for demons I be killing I'm off to hell and back, to stop em from existing... Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. Guess its our turn now, y'all ready for a feud Ain't no stopping this crowd, we're simply too imbued That cross around your neck, its just a waste of fuel The venom flowing in us means conditions won't improve We'll just keep on marching, until you're twice removed This is our land you're farming, the boss is not amused The biggest baddest of us here, do this **** just for fun You'll never take us all something wicked this way comes Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want
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Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 6:11 AM UTC
The Hunt Showdown
We got those 1800s vibes Men with moustaches Women with moustaches You ready to Hunt for your lives? Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. It's that time again, we close to sittin' pretty Lord I pray for courage, so light that soul fire in me Stacks of crucifixes, so we don't run out quickly Hang it loosely round my neck should it get dark and dingy Ward off the devils spirits, or beasts made from three sixes Martini firepower, and no I don't mean drinkin' Sometimes be something sicker, for demons I be killing I'm off to hell and back, to stop em from existing... Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. Guess its our turn now, y'all ready for a feud Ain't no stopping this crowd, we're simply too imbued That cross around your neck, its just a waste of fuel The venom flowing in us means conditions won't improve We'll just keep on marching, until you're twice removed This is our land you're farming, the boss is not amused The biggest baddest of us here, do this **** just for fun You'll never take us all something wicked this way comes Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns Snub nose for up close, it's a must Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut Wear you out 'Til your absorbed by the mud Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn We've still air in our lungs. Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want Get ready cos the Showdown's begun Men, Women, lock and load what you want
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Of any color or creed, Of status high or low, Treacherous minds, Heartless brain, Venomous looks, Ruthless tongue, Heinous hands, Rudderless feet, Intense dubious desire, Conspire, collude, Often pay deaf ear Snub wiser counsel of one’s mind And skim out criminals How to spurn viral thoughts; A major challenge confronting humanity Of a confounded nation That needs vaccination.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
The Challenge
Here in this dim, dull, double-bedded room, I play the father to a brace of boys, Ailing but apt for every sort of noise, Bedfast but brilliant yet with health and bloom. Roden, the Irishman, is 'sieven past,' Blue-eyed, snub-nosed, chubby, and fair of face. Willie's but six, and seems to like the place, A cheerful little collier to the last. They eat, and laugh, and sing, and fight, all day; All night they sleep like dormice. See them play At Operations:- Roden, the Professor, Saws, lectures, takes the artery up, and ties; Willie, self-chloroformed, with half-shut eyes, Holding the limb and moaning--Case and Dresser.
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Children: Private Ward
Of any color or creed, Of status high or low, Treacherous minds, Heartless brain, Venomous looks, Ruthless tongue, Heinous hands, Rudderless feet, Intense dubious desire, Conspire, collude, Often pay deaf ear Snub wiser counsel of one’s mind And skim out criminals How to spurn viral thoughts; A major challenge confronting humanity Of a confounded nation That needs vaccination.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
The Challenge
Paper hats and cigarettes Marlboro Reds and french fries Long road trips with windows down Let the smoke get into your eyes Bathroom stops at old school shops With that filter snub in your hand One more drag and that is that If only, wouldn’t that be grand? Oh, no matter what, how much I try Is it worth the tears that I spill? See embers glow cherry-red You know those **** things **** I see you turn your head to Take another poisoned draw “I’ll be done, real soon” he says It was his tragic flaw For a real long while I was just a child I could barely tie my own shoes. But that was then and this is now No exception and no excuse Oh, no matter what, how much I tried Was it worth the tears that I spilled? See embers glowin’cherry-red You knew those **** things killed. Paper hats and cigarettes. Marlboro Reds and French fries I hope you see how I grew up With the blackened tears I now cry
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Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 5:30 AM UTC
Paper Hats
You entered the bar at the base camp outside Tangiers the morning sun was out like a fresh orange on a blue plate of sky some old Moroccan was in a corner playing a guitar your mouth felt like the inside of an Arab’s sandal Mamie was sitting at the bar on a wonky stool you woke up then? she said after last night thought you’d be out for the count all day no I can take a good night out you replied taking the stool next to her and breathing in the hashish air and smell of salt from the beach the guy behind the bar asked what you wanted and you said *** and coke and a salad roll and he went off and you looked at Mamie her tight curls and snub nose and interesting fall into me eyes what time did you leave my tent last night? you asked when your tent companion turned up and almost got on top of me ah yes sorry about that Will does tend to come at awkward times I think he went off to a trip to Marrakesh in the yellow ex army truck almost crushed me she said good while it lasted then eh? no it wasn’t she said besides you were out for the count after we did things was I? you know you were don’t recall a thing you said thank you Mr. Romantic she moaned o come on Sweet thing you know it meant a lot to me having you near she looked at the old Moroccan playing the guitar I am glad he doesn’t sing too she said she sipped her Bacardi and sat silent the guy brought your *** and coke and salad roll and you began to eat and sip can I have some of your roll? she asked sure you said and broke off half of the roll and gave it to her thanks she said and smiled you felt her knee touch yours at the bar naked flesh on jean cloth her jean shorts ended at her high thigh you remembered kissing that thigh the night before amongst other things the smell of her perfume and the mustiness of the tent the faraway voices and guitar sounds some party at the beach the night before hoping no scorpion had crept in during the day feeling her beneath you and the sound of sea far off and sight of moon’s glow through tent’s skin some one sang another laughed some one puked up away off too much to drink but you and Mamie had a good night you mused I think.
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
BAR TALK OUTSIDE TANGIERS.
You entered the bar at the base camp outside Tangiers the morning sun was out like a fresh orange on a blue plate of sky some old Moroccan was in a corner playing a guitar your mouth felt like the inside of an Arab’s sandal Mamie was sitting at the bar on a wonky stool you woke up then? she said after last night thought you’d be out for the count all day no I can take a good night out you replied taking the stool next to her and breathing in the hashish air and smell of salt from the beach the guy behind the bar asked what you wanted and you said *** and coke and a salad roll and he went off and you looked at Mamie her tight curls and snub nose and interesting fall into me eyes what time did you leave my tent last night? you asked when your tent companion turned up and almost got on top of me ah yes sorry about that Will does tend to come at awkward times I think he went off to a trip to Marrakesh in the yellow ex army truck almost crushed me she said good while it lasted then eh? no it wasn’t she said besides you were out for the count after we did things was I? you know you were don’t recall a thing you said thank you Mr. Romantic she moaned o come on Sweet thing you know it meant a lot to me having you near she looked at the old Moroccan playing the guitar I am glad he doesn’t sing too she said she sipped her Bacardi and sat silent the guy brought your *** and coke and salad roll and you began to eat and sip can I have some of your roll? she asked sure you said and broke off half of the roll and gave it to her thanks she said and smiled you felt her knee touch yours at the bar naked flesh on jean cloth her jean shorts ended at her high thigh you remembered kissing that thigh the night before amongst other things the smell of her perfume and the mustiness of the tent the faraway voices and guitar sounds some party at the beach the night before hoping no scorpion had crept in during the day feeling her beneath you and the sound of sea far off and sight of moon’s glow through tent’s skin some one sang another laughed some one puked up away off too much to drink but you and Mamie had a good night you mused I think.
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Dec 25, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
The Challenge
FEAR TO PART... ASIF SULTAN MATTA Monday, 28th September 2015 Once more the fear engulfed my heart, the fear to part, ever abides; The fear, that makes my nights cry and quivers within me intense tide; Once more my eyes may leak the tears And drown my world, wrench dry inside shivering usual and rest just rare Is dread of death or love's chide? forlorn and fearful seems my fate no one to share no one is guide. Should I once more console my wits? snub  the  dark  and  show  it  sky? passion to stand and zeal to fight, but heart is chained and hands tied.
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Nov 8, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Fear to Part by Asif Sultan Matta