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"surprize" poems
I was never considered a friend, just a classmate, a time-pusher that was all i was. But today, i planted a smile. A smile so deep and pure, it came as a shock to her. A surprize indeed. But surely my own heart rejoices to know that i planted a smile.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
I planted a smile
I dream’d this mortal part of mine Was Metamorphoz’d to a Vine; Which crawling one and every way, Enthrall’d my dainty Lucia. Me thought, her long small legs & thighs I with my Tendrils did surprize; Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste By my soft Nerv’lits were embrac’d: About her head I writhing hung, And with rich clusters (hid among The leaves) her temples I behung: So that my Lucia seem’d to me Young Bacchus ravished by his tree. My curles about her neck did craule, And armes and hands they did enthrall: So that she could not freely stir, (All parts there made one prisoner.) But when I crept with leaves to hide Those parts, which maids keep unespy’d, Such fleeting pleasures there I took, That with the fancie I awook; And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine More like a Stock then like a Vine.
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The Vine
Unrepentant with a hole in her soul The brass faced liar has steely control Nothing fazez her. no fib was too big or small. Man this girl was a smooth criminal and a really close acquaintance She would give a polygraph the shakes and it's our little secret. umm, Mom and dad know. family secret. I reversed engineered the brass faced liar and all the tumblers clicked. The truth to her is like Kryptonite to Superman. I dropped a small stone down her throat one day and counted to ten before it hit bottom with a far away clunk.. Faceof brass ,heart of stone.animal rescuer Liar to the bone. Manipulates children poor self esteem Brass faced liar isn't what she seems. Out.  To impress now.finally starting to dress now Drawing flys like rotten meat. Wicked comes in all shapes and sizes Turn back the covers,know what your surprize is ?. A zombie in a guilded mask. Long dead and putrid..a walking talking husk. Lies pour out of her mouth like green blowflies And crawl back in under her disguise. To fester. Brass face jester R.I.P.
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Brass faced liar
cats looking into your eyes what does they want what iz they surprize the cat attacks it is my demize the cat agrees the cat complies cats eating brown food cats not happy cats no happy mood cats begin to smoke and drools cats doing many things cats really rude cats cats cats the cat the cat the cat I see him he is terror coming from the skies I see the cat I see his eyes I see the cat it is my demize cats
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
Cats
There once was a man, On a high horse he sat. Drinking his ***** He soon became fat. He thought that he ruled The world from on high, Til the horse that he rode Kicked this *** in the eye. "You weigh way to much" Said the horse to the man. "Stay off of my back Til you're a small man again". The man puffed his chest As he spit foul words. The horse snorted and laughed. He said "You're for the birds". He trotted away, Left the man standing there. The man wandered in circles, Justly going nowhere. He kept going in circles Til he lost many pounds. To his surprize The horse came back around. Kindly he said, As they stood face to face, "Good thing you kept circling Stead of standing in place. You can get back on my back If you promise you'll stay As slender as that." Soon they trotted away. The moral my Dear Of the story told here Is..... From a high horse Is a long way to fall. Especially, my friend If your mind is quite small. JMA 10/12/2011
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Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:24 AM UTC
High Horse
Eaten inside I swar that I am you riped me up and left me bleeding I reatched for you with my last breath HUNGERY for the love I can not see HUNGERY for the compassion I can't truely understand but I still Injured I crawed to you dragging pices of myself behind pices outhers will only kick away push aside or even crush benieth there feet without thought without motive without the simple act of Surprize now I am NOTHING not even the mirr fraction of a soul this festerd flash held Yesterday I AM SOMETHING LESS then vermen LESS then the Carcass I am the MAGGOT Consoming the corpse w
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
Untitled
Hear the motions of the engines, Speed South to North, As well North to South, Care not they, the sounds they make. It is a confession. They speed in the land of **** It increases, then decreases, As they travel past, the open window, Winterless blast, a confession, It feels close to spring. Care not a bit that sounds, rude, to those who tomorrow, Will wake up to snow, while the blizzard sounds here, Are the rush of thoughtless trucks and cars, Which are driven at speeds above the posted limit, Even if they don't have to travel so far, To get home in the drizzle, to their green grass. Maybe snow would slow them down, Or keep them off the road entirely, No, no, not them, they are rude, They have this attitude, Drive like this, no matter what the weather, They are better than the conditions, they drive in. Another confession, they are in it to win, and no one else knows there is a contest and contestants. What a surPrize! Hand him a sextant as he drives at night, after all he has to navigate, Through Facebook and Likes and texts and bytes of downloads from YouTube...would not want to be fashionably late in reply otherwise Your social life, and status, may die. Trafficking bad habits, Instead of "look out for the other guy or gal" The phone and the life it holds, can be dropped, "worse than a dropped call", is all the sirens wail as they go by, Life in the balance, ghosts White knuckling it with one hand, While eyes are fixed, to a deathly white screen And fingers dance solo in some sexless act, The result is the same a distracted fact, The mind is no longer in the car, It has left the body already, Waiting for it to die, Watching from above and reaching to all Who have fingers and a phone Wanting to be ghosts and sticking to the life, Which will make it happen.....by accident. Drive defensively, Leave your phone in the trunk.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
I hear dead people driving cars and they don't know it...
Hear the motions of the engines, Speed South to North, As well North to South, Care not they, the sounds they make. It is a confession. They speed in the land of **** It increases, then decreases, As they travel past, the open window, Winterless blast, a confession, It feels close to spring. Care not a bit that sounds, rude, to those who tomorrow, Will wake up to snow, while the blizzard sounds here, Are the rush of thoughtless trucks and cars, Which are driven at speeds above the posted limit, Even if they don't have to travel so far, To get home in the drizzle, to their green grass. Maybe snow would slow them down, Or keep them off the road entirely, No, no, not them, they are rude, They have this attitude, Drive like this, no matter what the weather, They are better than the conditions, they drive in. Another confession, they are in it to win, and no one else knows there is a contest and contestants. What a surPrize! Hand him a sextant as he drives at night, after all he has to navigate, Through Facebook and Likes and texts and bytes of downloads from YouTube...would not want to be fashionably late in reply otherwise Your social life, and status, may die. Trafficking bad habits, Instead of "look out for the other guy or gal" The phone and the life it holds, can be dropped, "worse than a dropped call", is all the sirens wail as they go by, Life in the balance, ghosts White knuckling it with one hand, While eyes are fixed, to a deathly white screen And fingers dance solo in some sexless act, The result is the same a distracted fact, The mind is no longer in the car, It has left the body already, Waiting for it to die, Watching from above and reaching to all Who have fingers and a phone Wanting to be ghosts and sticking to the life, Which will make it happen.....by accident. Drive defensively, Leave your phone in the trunk.
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Swollen besotted cloudy eyes it's no surprize you've forgotten lies and after all it's what you're drinking for well their shallow voices hurt my ears awake my fears but no more tears I'll just go to the store once more with riddled past my past is present see they're all Kings and I'm a peasent and I can't be pleasent anymore it's what I'm drinking for and she's not me no she's so free so heavenly atleast it seems so I go low and wander slow no one to tow along and the race is won with the setting sun I'm right where we belong with silent screams and faded dreams til there's no more war it's what we're drinking for ©2002 Lyn
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
Barleycorn
Wish you happiness and surprize To the dusk from the sun rise May you get a happy day All I want to say my friends is Happy birthday.....
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Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
Happy birthday my beloved friend
I looked into the mirror . Saw that I was fifty five. I pondered for a moment That I was still alive. My face is still the same one, Though lines surround my eyes. Again I glanced back at myself Taken with surprize..... The curves still curved In places that they should, My derrier was hanging there Looking pretty good. I smiled to myself, to think I've really been quite blessed Time was kind, I still look fine Especially when I'm dressed. JMA c 7/15/08
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Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
Old Me
I had a dream last night Not to clear what it was about All I know is that I needed help I waited Glancing only to see you turn the corner An unexpected surprize To see your glitterly blue eyes We made eye contact There were smiles and butterflies I had never worked with you before Yet, you were the solution That I was looking for
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
"How did this Happen?"
- Excusez moi, Could you please help me finding the Jim Morrison's Tomb? - We're searching too! - Where Do you come from? - I'm from Mars! haha.. Oh! well I'm currently living in Hellas - Oh! We've been in Greece a week Ago.. and now we're carry on our HolyDAYz in Paris and Then back in Mexico to our home.. - You Are Home. Earth is your Home - ... Ah! Thank you ( Sacred Surprize in silence..) Nice To meet you. - You're Welcome. Nice to meet you too..
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
A flash Dialogue At Père-Lachaise
Tonight I. Stood next to a moaning spirit. She told of days gone by and grief. The low and mournful sighs delivered me to her doorstep The portal where no light shone within. The graveyard beckoned as I walked the quiet path. Once inside the spirits rose from every corner. One wafting spectre Drifted near she floated then stood on a headstone all alone. Stepping down she rested a chill on my right shoulder. Fetted breath took me by surprize. Vacant eyes told a lifes story. Faded youth. Faded glory. The spirit lived a fitfull life and passsed With no fanfare. To sullen darkness. She did rest one hundred years. Now told her tale. To me. I gently. Aked why? You are the catcher for my pain. She told the story Once again then turned her back. Wafted once again to rest. In peace.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
The Dark
Hey you! As you are flirting with worries the fire Of compassion Explodes within.. This Joke has to stop Someday Somehow, now! Blame the Universe Blame the Chaos It's easy my love.. So now, You and Your soul in A brand New Era.. How it feels to be this ****** How it feels to Reborn again from this fire? isn;t a surprise now? You Did it! Here Now and Ahead On.. Miracles flowing dancing exploding your way home..
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Surprize!
when you saw me all alone. have you realized that i am like a loaded gun that will fire with out a saft'y. have you seen the world behind me. have you realized my life has set the world in a slow spirle. do you know who i really am. i am a dangerious elemental that can reek havicke that will rip souls out in its path. u dont want me cause im a dangerious force that will **** you all if you try to harness my demonic power. what you have seen is what your own mind has seen for you. do you want to see my gift or do u just want to watch me set my ideas lead this world in to flames. do you want to know me or do u just want to follow my path of hell. my leaded ideas have set this world free of hell and fire and a world of unleashed demons. my life is a demonic power . this world has been set on fire threw the eyes of a dictator. do you want to see what i have hiden the plane to take down the corrupt ******** that have stabed me in the back left me to live in the dark but my life has set the plan to unleash my creations to destroy and set the evils of them all.. every one who has been taken and never see again will be seen. but my idea is to free the souls who have suffered the hand of hell. your questions ask me well but in this world this world earth should be afraid of me cause i have a heavy force that is armed and deadly. so people who need the hand to free them will bee saved from the heavl'y armed force working and planing to destroy all your fuckking corrupt ******** that has made a huge mistakes. i see your following but am i now even ensane for you.. my identity has hidden my surprize for all you ******* ho's cause my secret identity is going to say this bold state ment (IM A PSYCHOTIC RUSSIAN SO ILL RIP YOUR LIES YOU SPRED)
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
TELL ME IF I"M INSANE ENOUGH FOR YOU
when you saw me all alone. have you realized that i am like a loaded gun that will fire with out a saft'y. have you seen the world behind me. have you realized my life has set the world in a slow spirle. do you know who i really am. i am a dangerious elemental that can reek havicke that will rip souls out in its path. u dont want me cause im a dangerious force that will **** you all if you try to harness my demonic power. what you have seen is what your own mind has seen for you. do you want to see my gift or do u just want to watch me set my ideas lead this world in to flames. do you want to know me or do u just want to follow my path of hell. my leaded ideas have set this world free of hell and fire and a world of unleashed demons. my life is a demonic power . this world has been set on fire threw the eyes of a dictator. do you want to see what i have hiden the plane to take down the corrupt ******** that have stabed me in the back left me to live in the dark but my life has set the plan to unleash my creations to destroy and set the evils of them all.. every one who has been taken and never see again will be seen. but my idea is to free the souls who have suffered the hand of hell. your questions ask me well but in this world this world earth should be afraid of me cause i have a heavy force that is armed and deadly. so people who need the hand to free them will bee saved from the heavl'y armed force working and planing to destroy all your fuckking corrupt ******** that has made a huge mistakes. i see your following but am i now even ensane for you.. my identity has hidden my surprize for all you ******* ho's cause my secret identity is going to say this bold state ment (IM A PSYCHOTIC RUSSIAN SO ILL RIP YOUR LIES YOU SPRED)
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As always when in the initial throes of writing what I strive to concoct viz pièce de ré·sis·tance, which grandiose whim fizz hills with utter futility, nonetheless this nondescript husband under scores comment, while pulling his grizzled hair of chinny chin chin, and emphasizing that mine literary effort ain't no **** whether expressing an insatiable hunger for factual national world events, weird news i.e. geico liz hard eats dog, (who swallowed homework) quiz sic hull varying from opinion/editorial, geopolitical related or showbiz, but breathe deep, while setting loose quiet riot of ideas, which profuse accursed process usually incorporates an overwhelming growing exponentially cerebral burst whereat impossible task looms large, asper how to zero on most agreeable needling threadbare notion to come first amidst the plethora of rampant analogous to horde of infants clamoring tubby nursed bajillion ideas touting joyfulness (re: l'chaim), or...mine envisioned sorrowfully immersed demise as select small group of family and friends accompany glassy transparent hearst (which...shh... keep on the Q.T. as figuratively utter by pursed lips), of course no corps (habeas corpus cited for no reason), but liver worst poisoning wrought unexpected demise, AND cremation (in a free nation) means body double coffin before your eyes doppelganger paid in blood money and french fries (duet to a solo salt craving) no lies, hence an none nee moose penniless chap dies in short shrift within schema of mortal guise ashes scattered all points on the compass one bitcoin player in the blockchain of life wise lee subsumed within world wide web, this fate hain't no surprize!
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
Bitcoin Player In The Blockchain Of Life
As always when in the initial throes of writing what I strive to concoct viz pièce de ré·sis·tance, which grandiose whim fizz hills with utter futility, nonetheless this nondescript husband under scores comment, while pulling his grizzled hair of chinny chin chin, and emphasizing that mine literary effort ain't no **** whether expressing an insatiable hunger for factual national world events, weird news i.e. geico liz hard eats dog, (who swallowed homework) quiz sic hull varying from opinion/editorial, geopolitical related or showbiz, but breathe deep, while setting loose quiet riot of ideas, which profuse accursed process usually incorporates an overwhelming growing exponentially cerebral burst whereat impossible task looms large, asper how to zero on most agreeable needling threadbare notion to come first amidst the plethora of rampant analogous to horde of infants clamoring tubby nursed bajillion ideas touting joyfulness (re: l'chaim), or...mine envisioned sorrowfully immersed demise as select small group of family and friends accompany glassy transparent hearst (which...shh... keep on the Q.T. as figuratively utter by pursed lips), of course no corps (habeas corpus cited for no reason), but liver worst poisoning wrought unexpected demise, AND cremation (in a free nation) means body double coffin before your eyes doppelganger paid in blood money and french fries (duet to a solo salt craving) no lies, hence an none nee moose penniless chap dies in short shrift within schema of mortal guise ashes scattered all points on the compass one bitcoin player in the blockchain of life wise lee subsumed within world wide web, this fate hain't no surprize!
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Medusa slips into necessary days, 20th century, completely by accident, it was a chemical spill nobody was there to clean up this ms stake but she was definitely sorry boy was she in for a surprize it wasn't golden at all it was all about the wrong moment wrong in every way 1944, Germany, Medusa on stage Fraulein, in tap shoes, wearing powder kegs beneath her stage set and she had no idea where she might be but she knew exactly where to stomp down exactly when to toss that feathered purse and to whom to throw it, with a moue a dimpled kiss and a wink goodbye, my love
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
Medusa Slips