"uhhhh" poems
bon scott plays up a VOLCANO IN GUATEMALA
you see i start a partying in the night today
we are rocking and a rolling, yeah party, yeah
ya see we bring that volcano down to gualamala
yeah it’s about as cool as eating a banana
rock, ****** rock this volcano made ‘em rock
bring this party to the other end and rock
guatemala, is rocking tonight with malt and lava
is a rocking all night long
you see the house is a rocking, don’t bother knocking
yeah we will party, party we shall
rock this volcano, wreck the old life, WOW
i am going to get my spirit, and shake it down there
make all the people guatemala grin and ****** bare
and now i welcome slim dusty, i would love to have a beer with him
we drink in moderation dude, but our future, looks quite dim
yeah, we’ll drink in the town and country dudes
the people of guatemala feel distraught
cause we sent a big volcano, dude, from jupiter moon, that’s right
you see now we bring robert palmer in
how can it be permissible, oh yeah
this volcano in guatemala is unstoppable, ha
i wish there were ways to end it yeah
i would grab a methane and top it on ya, yeaH
It’s a strange occurrence first, it’s ****** hot, oh yer
it really destroys guatemala, dude the volcano is simply unstoppable
the walls are are shaking, the floor is melting
ya see, yeah we are covered in lava, and feel like ya melting
then i get up and look around, and i look up and see a volcano thrashing guatemala
ya see the volcano shook this town all night long
we’ll party on all night long
and then i get down and look around, to see if nobody has tipped methane on slim
you are hayley from bratayley
you are cool, the coolest dude around
i get up, and we’ll party down, we’ll drink ‘em down
then the old old man let’s out a big big frown
and i see barry allan as he walks past, i said come in bas boy, party on
and i tip a methane smoothie on barry, which shook the town of guatemala all night long
the methane shook it all night long
then slim dusty said, i will get a baked potato baked potato toast and jam
jupiter shook the guatemala volcano all night long, my dear
slim then said, watch bratayley, for me with new families, peter sergeant from canberra and ivy gimbert
and ivy and peter walked in and said, would you stop singing it up here
cause we need some COOL, for earth
baked potato baked potato, uhhhh baked potato
and then bon scott came up and said, PARTY PARTY,
and rock guatemala, while your at it, OK
AND we’ll keep this party rolling guatemala volcano malt and lava
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Oh Baby, you've done.
Captured my essence
and made me think
that
I
exist.
For a
slit-wrist second
in "time".
Until them sparks
make fire.
& take you up in his flames.
A bad dream.
Filmed right between my
starry-eyes.
Soul Photography,
uhhhh
Flashbacks of missin' you.
Until then,
I will be all black
& nothing more.
Than a wannabe-writer in the
mourning.
And a secret-screamer at night.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
Stripping myself
down to nothing.
So I can look
pretty,
like all them other
***** do.
Pixilated to perfection.
Welcome,
my never-ending nightmare.
Bringing myself down,
so I can go down onto them?
lololollolol
Uhhhh I mean,
right before they
lay down
on their
backs.
Up
on a giant silver platter.
They're the main course, after all.
Funny, cause this pack of wolves.
Don’t even like *****
But they're munching on something.
*****
*****
&
More of them.
You're not the only one.
The rest of us are still clownin' in the closet.
SO
Play the chess-chest game.
Cause you have to.
&
Cut off the Queens head.
Purple looks better on you
anyways.
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
I deep throated
a rosary once,
so
I could feel
closer to
God.
After that,
I went
to his
"friends" house
for
Sunday Morning Mass
&
I went up in-flames.
Uhhhh
I
Guess
I'm just
the
anti-christ
super-star?
No.
I'm just
a
Black haired
Bandit.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
HEY I'm Alec I'm a groupie
I enjoy long walks on the beach and tacos
My favorite color is rainbow and unicorns are cool
I'm like ***** blonde and I like hats
My eyes are brown
Uhhhh Yeah PeaceOut
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
I'm cold cold cold.
My parent's house is not the escape I was looking for.
I lock myself in here without the heat to prove a point.
What point, you ask?
Well, uhhhh, I don't know.
I dug out an old sweatshirt from 6th grade basketball.
It's still too big.
If I stretch my arms out towards the lack of sky
My tiny, chubby, baby hands peek through.
They are very cold.
I wonder if our babies will have my hands or Javin's.
I could never be a communist.
The theoretical kind of communism, of course.
I am very territorial.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Uh...
Uhh....
Uhhhh....
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
HHHHHEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!!
The End.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
I love the way
you say my name
when we we're making love
I love the way
you make my body feel , baby
I love to hear the way
you moan and squeal
when I touch you in right place, uh huh
I love the way
you drop down to your knees
I love the way
you say uhhhh
give to me harder, deeper baby
I love the way
you just say **** me
I want a whole lotta love
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
Breath hard alright the it done you runt!
Ran t whoa that was a
title tortoise for me my. Kankakee barer ahhhhhh
You think I'm still good,
...?
Think I've changed?
Maybe ha aha fatti
I've still got the touch, the magic touch caçede ahhhhhh ha!
Gût you toot
I'm just, it's just uhhhh
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
The best burn I've ever felt
came from a small reflection
tucked away, strong,
removed from temptation.
Share your selection: perception.
Something about this weather makes me sick,
and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone,
with a body, and nobody, and something to help
me forget a few things: less personal.
Moving around, faster, each by three.
So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire,
a page full of **** and forget me please.
You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too.
Contamination through determination.
We're going back in time for the last time,
it's the beginning of moving forward.
What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious,
so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen,
inhale: new decisions.
Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose,
and the ones that go too close
avoiding getting ran over,
running over,
rereading
listening
listening
listening
I can hear you listening in the silence you create:
thank you!
This progress is beating it's way inside
of us, the way we beat into each other.
Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha
I love you,
and I'm not going to say it more
than I feel it
and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming
faster than I do on the weekends.
Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh
rip feathers, wash away the leathers.
Last nights reminder sent me shivering
shocked.
Your voice is changing,
there's more than one
and you can talk about her as much as you want,
'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's
inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the
same time, so there's no need for questions, because
everything's an answer.
Answering yes.
Yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes
y e s
y eeee sssss
ssss
ssssss
eyy yeeuh yes
yesh.
I've always liked the shape of a woman,
long hair pulled back.
It makes sense.
Since when?
“I just woke up and you're already attacking me,
all I want to do is just go to sleep.”
you told me when I write,
and I proved you wrong.
Proved myself wrong.
Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace,
it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion.
Wrongwrongwrong
wrungwrungwrung
riiiing riiiing riiing-
don't answer that!
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 4:56 PM UTC
That sound
that instantly unforgettable sound
so alien in this setting
the garden in front of my home
but absolutely unmistakable
like hooks in my ears
pulling me toward it
no resistance
couldn't if I tried
half grunt
half moan
all hot need
rhythmic
repetitive
Uhh... uhh... uhhhh!
warm Spring day
one of the first of the season
her windows open
she doesn't care
or maybe she likes knowing
her naked lust echoes across the courtyard
for anyone to hear
oh, gods the things she is saying!
screaming out her ******
crying out for his
telling him where she wants it
telling him where to put it
I'm suddenly dizzy
losing my grip on the earth
heart racing too fast
palms beginning to sweat
mouth going dry
overwhelmed
overcome
pummeled by emotions from every direction at once
lust of the ****** certainly
but also anxiety
this is wrong
and fear
what if someone sees me
and shame
and guilt
And jealousy
and sadness
I wish I could have what she has
I wish I could be him
and I know that will never happen
not for me
not anymore
those days are long dead
cold ash in the ground
As her hot screams
soften to moist sighs
and my lust sours into grief
the hooks evaporate
forgotten
and I turn my back to the strangers' intimate sounds
and crawl home
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
Yo te extrañare
tenlo por seguro
fueron tanto bellos y malos momentos
que vivimos juntos.
los detalles las pequeñas cosas
lo que parecia no importante
son las que mas invanden mi mente
al recordarte.
Uhhhh! ojala pudiera devolver el tiempo para verte de nuevo
para darte un abrazo
y nunca soltarte
mas comprendo que llego tu tiempo
que Dios te ha llamado
para estar a su lado
asi el lo quisooo
pero yo nunca penseee
que doliera tantoooo
Coro
Ya no llores por mi
yo estoy en un luga
(lleno de luz)
donde existe paz
donde no hay maldad
donde puedo descansar.
No llores por mi
estan bello aqui
(con calma ire)
quiero que seas feliz
que te valla bien
y cuando
te toque partir
espero verte aqui
Yo te extrañare
tenlo por seguro
como pensar que la vida
puede terminar
en un segundo
la vida es polvo
puede esparcirse
en un momento
nada trajiste
nada te llevas
solo lo que habia dentro
Yo te extrañare
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
The curves swerve
Like a private seduction
Wavy roads marked
For ****** success
Excessive adrenaline
Mixed with hormones
Desire sweating pheromones
Gasping breath
Grasping flesh
Shaking off emotional dust
By satisfying their lust
Spooning in a cocoon
Wanting someone
Two caterpillars
Moaning to become
One
Butterfly
Their parts intertwine
Fairy wings fly
Going up
To come inside
Aawww Awwww
Uhhhh!
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
A fumblin, bumblin'
Waste of skin husband
No one's going with me,
I mean him,
As an option
*** happened?
A premature has been
Similar to the *********** situation
Uh,
So I've heard people sayin'
Get the list of con's reigned in
A list of pro's has never been
Mention every sin in confession
But where to begin
Actually, here's a better question,
Would it even matter in the end?
Let's see what happens when I,
I mean he,
Begins to pretend
If faked long enough can it change the trend,
Or push it all beyond the mend?
Uhhhh, of course, you know,
I'm actually askin' for a friend...
©2024
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
little daddy waddy
******* his thumb
just like a stuck up little brat
i am a man, ya know, run of the mill
though i am penniless, but
that doesn’t stop me from being talented
but dad teased me like a stuck up little brat
is what he looks like to me
yeah, he helped me
but i wasn’t his cool kid, back then
what is wrong with me
to him, i was trying to be a cool kid
dad, to me was a nerd
cause he probably only liked together people
i tried to gain his respect
but i learnt together means theory for *****
i am never going to grow up for dad, but he isn’t around anymore
i am a real real man and dad was like a little baby wa wa wa wa wa
i liked pat in my head, because i didn’t want to pick fights with dad
i was visioning dad as a perfect little gentlemen, what’s wrong with that
i probably hear laughing at my mental health TV station idea, what is wrong with that
that’ll be fun for the poor and suffering to have a mental health TV station
mentally ill people love entertaining
i hate voices in my head saying to rob my stuff
i was a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life
who’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life
brian’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life
ha ha ha, i hear voices of old mates protecting me
they look like geeks who are trying to be like little homely kids
dad never understood that i was trying to be nice
he didn’t understand i liked partying at shopping centres
i wanted to be a real hotshot cool kid, to all the party young dudes, i liked that
i chucked a tantrum because dad wanted me to be with disability workers, i wanted more
ya know mucking around in groups with them, yeah they are nice
but i am an independent artist and writer aqnd youtube entertainer
mind you carers are helping me be an independent artist and writer
i was having delusions that my mates pat and lyle were treating me like a little cool kid, they ain’t my daddy’s though
dad was, i never got on with him, i wish i did
dad tried to say, your one of the young dudes, treating me like him and mummy, i hated that, but i tolerate that now
i heard old mates saying, leave the more big bad brainy winey, your not like us, NEVER
when i committed that awful act on an 11 year old boy, i heard my mate pat say in my head
you are not ever going to be treated like one of US young dudes ever again
the voices say to me, i am a cool kid to the young dudes, but i ain’t better though
then the voices say, ***** are better, i told the voices, i am not a criminal, i am not a pheadphile
i am party loving, poetry loving cool man, dude
the voices can say **** till they are blue in the face, i ain’t getting worried, but the voices are annoying me all day, I HATE THAT
i tried to be a little cool kid playing cool for people going to bed, and dad said, uhhhh! get away from me, kid
dad was a man, and now he’s little betty campbell, see ya betty from cool man brian
you see dad up there in NIRVANA, i am the only disabled person in our close knit family
and you are being forgotten too, in a way, in the cool way, dad did say, he doesn’t wanna be cool
well, this affects betty’s mojo
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
I want to keep writing, but I'm dying to find the rhyme,
my mind is numb and on the run, and I'm feeling so dumb,
I gave up everything for a bit of fun,
a bit of dope, that made me lose hope,
I'd grab the rope and wish to choke,
letting those thoughts soak till my heart broke.
Yeah
Use to wish I was famous with pockets of dough,
while out on the road living a life I don't know,
and that **** made me real,
I started turning down a deal, I don't want to be the one to ****
I'd feel I was chill until someone would peel making me tilt and grab a knife wishing I could carve out their insides,
so I hid all my feelings and made myself a tranquil,
no emotions now and I'm thankful,
use to being so hateful, now I walk and I am faithful to a fault,
you couldn't pick me for a bloke who use to make loads selling dope,
Nah couldn't pick me for a dude who plays the guitar, or drives a ****** car Nah,
just wanna blend in,
just wanna be a face,
just want to be a nobody,
for no one to know my name,
and that's real, make no mistake, I could bake a cake and all you'd say is
"Thanks, uhhhh Blake?"
I Always thought I was useless until I found the truth,
and now I'm a short shot from being as good as you,
I always told myself, I could never be a star,
now I tell myself, that I should never give it up,
yeah, I'm use to getting hate,
use to getting blamed,
use to getting ****
so I guess we're all the same.
(What a shame)
I'll fight to stay tranquil,
I'll decide when I'm tasteful,
If you don't like this little taste fool,
You can get out of my Facebook.© Kaleb Webb 2020
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
You were so fine,
the way your lips
intertwined with mine,
so genuine,
it was indeed
unadulterated bliss.
I wish
I could taste
your beautiful kisses again.
For they were purer
than the freshest lemonade,
more intoxicating
than applejack moonshine,
sweeter
than a Cadbury chocolate fish.
I need...
uhhhh,
I want to kiss you
badly.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
It started
in the corner of the dining room.
His favorite leather shoes set aside
to repair on a more convenient day.
He would get to it –
eventually.
In the meantime, both umbrellas
that bang and bump
in the floorboard of his litterbox car
made their way
there
next to the shoes.
Higgin’s yard sale had treasures.
A 16 lb. gold-glitter bowling ball,
a new set of silverware
(new to him)
and a VHS of Rocky III
which he always wanted to see
but would never see
hidden deeply in a
hoard of lethargy.
He goes to the Dollar Store
for soap and brandless chocolate,
returning with discount storage
boxes to organize the
growing meant-to’s in the corner.
But for now
he put them…
"uhhhh, there next to the other stuff".
Spring is almost here anyway.
Here.
Was.
Gone
just before the Summer, Fall, Winter
and the next Spring…
and 15 Springs after that.
One day he woke
on the body-worn sofa
entombed
by stacks of the Hays Daily News.
His cold, unhygienic feet
reminded him of the shoes
he could no longer see
buried ‘neath
piles of misshapen intentions
and a dead cat
staining scattered old calendars
all crossed off with
“How did I get here?”
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
I can't sing but I am still cool
I have fun in every part of my life
I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh
Awful
I can't sing but I am still cool
I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring
And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular
I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then
But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb
I eat hotdogs at the football
And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful
But I just say I can't sing but I am cool
I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn
I can't sing but I am still cool
And it doesn't bother me at all
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
I can't sing but I am still cool
I have fun in every part of my life
I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh
Awful
I can't sing but I am still cool
I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring
And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular
I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then
But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb
I eat hotdogs at the football
And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful
But I just say I can't sing but I am cool
I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn
I can't sing but I am still cool
And it doesn't bother me at all
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
I can't sing but I am still cool
I have fun in every part of my life
I sing how can you tell me your lonely and then go uhhh uhhh uhh
Awful
I can't sing but I am still cool
I know part of the union is political and I know Hannah Montana is inspiring
And I know old songs well, I understand a bit of why they were so popular
I know pink shoelaces was a boppy old song from way back then
But if I try and them I go uhhh uhhhh uhhhb
I eat hotdogs at the football
And u sing songs while doing the BBQ and I sound awful
But I just say I can't sing but I am cool
I sing the Giants theme song in the afl and I sing every other theme song and I sounded like an old fog horn
I can't sing but I am still cool
And it doesn't bother me at all
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
shove your **** in my face
let me lick them uhhhh so ******* big
******* hard as diamonds cut my jugular
from the lack of blood we'll call it ********** asphyxiation
let me lick you ***** like ice cream
shove those **** in my face i'm gonna milk you cow lady
smack that ***
******* derek jeter smack that ***
this is going to be a good time as the crowd goes wild :)
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
You want to hear me,
turn a phrase?
about my legs,
go on for days?
about my hair,
of raven locks
push back the hands
& stop the clocks?
I'll whisper gently,
in your ear
draw you close,
& hold you near
lay down your head
upon my breast,
to feel the heat
my beating chest,
I'll move my hips
to music playing
our bodies move,
as we are swaying
I'll kiss you here,
I'll kiss you there
taking off,
the clothes you wear..
I'll touch with hands,
caressing skin
I'll do it once,
& then again
Lips that taste,
like sweetest cherry...
No my name,
it isn't Sherry!?
Excuse me?
Uhhhh...
OK..
Time to go home.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
Haiku's are stupid
Why would anyone read this?
I've wasted your time.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
How am I supposed to feel beautiful if beauty is specified?
I mean,I'm different!
You tell me to love myself yet you always point out the negatives in me,
Can't you just let me be?
If you have nothing good to say just shut up!
I'm not in denial of my flaws,I just don't need a constant reminder..
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC