"stinker" poems
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Gold Express
Bling Shop
Afro Brothers
proprietorship
buyin and sellin
filthy lucre
of down hard
Gat packin
Gangstas
on the down low
throwin down
fallin hook
line and stinker
just a bunch
of lil fishies
wigglin at the end
of golden chains
its all about
the bling baby
all about the bling
"I pity the fool"
saith Mr. T
the potentate of
soul and gold
who ain't
down with
the cool jewels
of righteous
B Teamers
arrested by
the silk rope
of glitzy discos
bribing bouncers
with an
earnest Jackson
to *** rush
the vanity faire
of bumping
A Listers
Or was it
Def Jam
Buddhas
minting
coin on
MTV?
exploiting
misogyny
and ghost
face killas
NWAs
slugging cases
of Kristol
blowing
fat spliff
smoke
up the *** of
Phat Farm
kids in
the hood
shooting
silver
bullets at
the man
takin baths
in tubs
of fifties
lighting up
with crisp
C Notes
rollin
through
life
in black
Escalades
its silver
spinners
twisting fast
round
corners
where
being cool
went blind
and
Coolie High
homies
still tip
a sip
for the
brothers
who ain't
there
Today
its all about
the raised fist
of power to
the P Diddy
fighting
the power
of the people
as leggy
Beyonce
warbles
songs
for the
posse
of a
Libyan
Dictator
whose
blood
money
pays
a cool
mil
cover
for a
New Years
Eve
tune
Its all about
the bling
baby
All about
the bling
baby, all
about the
bling.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
I am a lovesick puppy.
Wanting so badly,
to let my nose rest on someone's ***
and stick my tongue
in their stinker.
Aren't we all lovesick puppies?
don't all our fingers
smell like the unloading dock
where we were first castrated?
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
Lover
Linker
Licker
Killer
Thriller
Sucker
Thinker
Stinker
Maker
Shaker
Faker
Breaker
******
Burner
Crier
Cutter
Perforator
Shooter
Impaler
******
oh I forgot cannibal
and
I'd love to have you to dinner
.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Ari is a kitten
He had me quite smitten
But he’s a stinker
And he isn’t a good thinker
He chomp’s on my toes
And licks my nose
But he’s my kitten
And still has me quite smitten
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
The enjoyment of eating,
Marvels of television's ability to drown problems,
Games to replace reality was all he wanted.
The young life,
Reality,
Offered everything emotionally diabolic to a growing, developing mind.
Through ridicule from elementary peers; fat, ****** stinky or stinker or something relational.
Through defensive mechanisms of accepting ridicule from family.
Through seemingly harsh reactions to a young mind’s spoken word;
A growing trait to hide thoughts, emotions, began.
Speak and be brought into pits of embarrassment, hurt and hate?
The enjoyment of hiding, an escape.
A life sentence in confined silence -
Everything
Internalized.
Problems, actions, reactions, actions to be, thoughts and emotions occurring and to be, all internalized.
Unaware the implications were to be damaging later,
He proceeded to master the skills to hide in plain sight.
An arduous battle,
An escape from confinement to undo the silence,
Creating immunity to criticisms and differing opinions began.
Not without heightened defenses to new pressures,
Success was found.
Attempts made,
Success found,
Won battles,
The internal struggle of war with self continues at dreadful paces.
Thoughts to control past silence must always be on the offensive.
Control the defensive,
The strong silence.
Perhaps always and forever.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
“extra condoms” (explicit!)
a title deposited in the poem-to-do file/notebook,
with no body yet to follow through on or upon
which she tumbles to, an irresistible unrepentant
crooked finger hook line and she is sinker stinker caught,
worming in her feigned anger
current curiosity comes
fast and furious further,
demeanor—demanding
ex-explain-nations,
how could this
ever be a
poem?
stare ferocious, I am the prettiest pretense
of a pride incarnation hu-mane incarnate
call me in another language
Vasco da Gama
a sea route to India will uncover
on your worldly tattooed body,
drawing maps as we go along
devour her neck with stingless bites,
explorer voyager a rambunctious tongue undenied,
every space in and between needs
surging surgical tastings, erupting into her indentations,
inserting her appendages into my places where they
have a business going-knowing
just in case that’s the one!
secret passageway canal holy crossing crossover
later she whacks me because the question goes unanswered
and no sheath employed when my tongued fingers are ten times
more demanding and supple and supply the exploratory course closing with spices and woven silks in Indian colors vibrations
*why then,
extra?
god she is so lovely locomotive annoying!
to peak you peeking
to see your astounding astonishment,
you are our provisions for a sea voyage
and put the risk in, the trigger in,
when wherever you see the world-word,*
extra
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
i'll be the one fattening the nationalists like
they're worthy to inherit the swine skidding
kinds of talk of the famous winged Hussar toppling
mountain in stone as in grain of sand: avalanche -
and akin to a crows' kraken bellowing: gluttonous kra!
und tod! schatten överskuggar död:
and what yearn be dripped in acknowledged European -
loftier thought than done, kindred of what's called
the civilised / colonial world - toward the auburn horizontal -
and in due bereaving: left undone, and unduly asked for:
to be grasped as worshipped, quasi Lutheran,
mingling Calvinist and Catholic... but never the love affair
of Henry VIII. so much of modern English
history is bound to Las Vegas, and so much to the Hajj toward
Jerusalem no one cares about... then so few to mind
the invasion of the Polish-Lithuanian
Commonwealth by the Swedes... because this is England,
and Cockney speaks, usurper of the royal tongue, due to pride,
due to the elephant man, due to jack the ripper and
harry the stinker... and the joyous rhapsody coming
from the lonely mile in Irish slang; or said: Mamelukes -
because the Mongols were at one point defeated -
and thus grieved the Baghdad skull with tinges of Hamlet -
oh the grand library, what was left of it, could remain
enshrined in Texan avoidance - not to be:
Chilcot Coke - Cooled Coca and later Koala - Bruise and White -
thugs' select - later respect'ah - bony g and later bonbon
and much later bony m - and much much
later Alfonso Jalfrezi - alias gaga: and all the culinary sagas,
the Forsytes of Malta... or the Forsytes of Málaga?
i'm sure that question is all about:
wherever the peppercorn blows
and wherever the sneeze deposits a hunch
toward an itchy cartilage - from an itch and a scratch:
a butterfly! well, isn't this
the most beautiful of all possible worlds...
sorta makes you want to get up in the morning
and say good-morning to someone.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
The eternal deep thinker,
Vexed and perplexed, I'm a mess of quills and inkers,
Deeper than the belly of a beer-downing drinker, whatta stinker,
Deeper than the ocean,
Fishing deeper than the fisher,
Way deeper than a fishy or the hook, line, sinker.
Deeper than a creeper, keeping creeping on the DL,
Deeper than devil-infested levels, deep in the Hell,
Much deeper and way steeper than I've ever hoped to get,
Getting closer to my dreams and not a single one regret.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
The trouble with older women
At least once in their past
they've fallen for men
hook, line 'n stinker.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 6:51 AM UTC
What is this?
You're a demon
disguised as Melpomene
You can't fool me
I've been around the block,
and I write about it.
I need no help
from the likes of you.
You want rhyme?
You want rhythm?
You want structure?
Do these things not exist in Hades?
Don't send me to the Goth O matic.
I'd rather write a stinker,
than to indulge your darkness.
I know the difference
between Melpomene and you.
Off you go now.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
God Blessed me with these two little angels and a Prince with a curly headed crown
to spoil rotten every chance I get to see them, one day I'm gonna take you all shopping downtown
i can't help it, you three stole my heart
and I hate that we're so far apart
They are my nieces and my nephews
so forgive me if I sound sappy,
in terms of poetic value this one may be scrappy.
Shyla, you were born on Christmas eve
you're growing so fast it's hard to believe
that I once held you in my arms and Fed you with a bottle,
now you're in school, getting A's, and your uncle is just full to bursting with pride inside, like a well written novel
Taurean, my little man, you're almost an exact clone of my brother, A.K.A your dad.
I swear it's crazy how much alike you two act.
You're playing football now? and you're on defense.
hopefully when you get older you can help the bears with no pretense
And Cheyenne, little miss moody
I love you you little stinker, I swear just taking to you is always different, so I'm always a rookie.
anyway you three, I know I'm not physically there,
but know that uncle does love you three very much, and know that I'll always be there,
:)
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
You..
My little liquor drink.
What the **** was I thinking?
Sinking in the sand.
Well I'll be ******
The lonely hearts club band
Needed a front man.
And me? I'm the poster child.
You're supposed to go wild,
But you lost control,
And you roll like thunder.
Wonder where you've been,
Since we're over my thumb,
Cause you're under my skin.
You continue to crawl
Cause I've been through it all,
And you win when you fall.
Its a sin if you call it a day
When you're halfway there.
That they stare, who really cares?
You dare
To defy me,
Try me on for size?
For shame.
Just a piece of the puzzle,
Was apart of the game,
And I tame no emotion.
Oceans coming in waves.
Break down in case of emergency.
Its urgent we use these electrons
To walk upon the earth.
Energy rebirth.
We curse,
We cry,
At first you die inside,
But you ride it through.
And you..
My little liquor drink.
I refuse to let you be the one
That puts me sick in the sink.
I'm addicted to thinking
That if the universe is bursting,
Then the world is shrinking.
Tinker with what you will.
A stinker with time to ****
Thats all I was, now send me the bill.
And you
Go down so smooth
On the rocks
More often than not.
I forgot what felt like,
The stuper that cupid
Shoots you with is stupid.
To be concluded..
Just kidding, you did.
You, my little liquor drink
I refuse let you be the one
That puts me sick in the sink.
Slippin the pink;
I played for keeps,
And now this guitar weeps for me gently,
This reality was meant to be.
It sent for me.
I went to see the Oracle,
She said that it was horrible.
Ignore the ******** because
What I was gonna be hit with,
I could slip and slide
And send myself off of the deep end.
If we spend the energy
On what we pretend to be.
You can mend it and mould it,
And then you can hold it.
The coldest of souls
Will stoke up the coals
Because they're supposed to.
Roast you like a pig
Who was raised for bacon.
Wine and dine the swine,
So 69 and switch your line of sight.
Divine is right.
Maybe one day I might care.
Until then I'll send you a letter.
Get better
From Paradise to Nightmare.
No, I don't fight fair.
Tear you to shreds,
Embed it in your head
That you're dead to me.
What you said to me,
Its all been disregarded.
Even thinking that I may be
Broken hearted..
Nope. Only ********
Ope.. I just farted
Even my behind started
Talking **** about you.✌
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
“The law of currency” broke Britain’s
Colonies’ all citizens’ rights!
And Richard Virginsky offered Liberty’s
Light from death-throes at once!
In his Declaration he expounded
Three parts of equality – in the first
In the second chapter he stated
How Great Britain’s monarch trampled
Upon rights, as the mother-country was
Such a nice stinker, stinker, of course.
America’s people is great and free, –
The third chapter did run of this
Having broken with the mother-country,
It went forward in its bright reverie
In Unity, equality’s powers.
{04.07.2018}
4 ИЮЛЯ
«Закон о Валюте» права нарушал
Всех граждан британских колоний!
И Ричард Виргинский тогда предлагал
Свободу для всех от агоний!
В своей Декларации он излагал
Три части: про равенство – в первой;
Вторая – Монарх как права попирал –
Была метрополия стервой!
Америки вольный великий народ –
Часть третья об этом гласила –
Порвав с метрополией, шёл лишь вперёд –
В единстве и равенстве сила!
{04.07.2018}
Translator - I. Toporov
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
tinker fluff
tinker stinker
mustard slot
*********
***** trumpet
smelly bed bug
***** dust
sausage wallet
dance off pants off
and bare foot too
fluffalina
****
pink pop
wish i was your lover
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC