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"vay" poems
Black plastic nametag with white letters, slightly off-white and not-so-flat from a trip or two through a bachelor's dryer. I remove it from the bottom of the washer, lightly ********* the engraving, and ask what's your middle name, this letter T? From the kitchen you say, my grandmother named me, with a private grin. She might have been kinda drunk. Walking behind me, your caramel-rich low voice soft in my ear, TsuneoKawehiwehiokekuwahiwionouaioku'uhome. (saying with careful pronunciation) Tsu-nay-o-Ka-vay-hee-vay-hee-oh-kay-ku-va-hee-vee-on-oh-vay-ee-o-ku-u-ho-may and I was just sent No, she wasn't drunk, she knew exactly what she meant. Kapunawahine, holding her little mo'opuna kāne, sensed your father was restless with rock fever, would be moving away to the mainland with her first grandson soon, so she says to you This land of water and rainforest trees of the mountains, Hawaii, will always be your beloved home.
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Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
she knew
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
the super rhyming poem
Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay cuz, earlier this July forth two thousand eighteen ja way windows closed, doors locked, and car keys visibly splayed on driver seat oye vay feel free to call me a horse's *** today utter anxiety compounded, plus unable to locate master key, thence fodder for poem and more to say rifling thru boxes without success, an impulse arose to call road upon learning policy doth include locksmith service, ah felt less doggone snappish, and uttered hoo ray though modest aye, congratulated awesome, fulsome, and handsome self on quick thinking, and automatically became less tiresome pondering for no particular rhyme nor reason (as a getaway) Panama or Paraguay then immediate decided, sans ditto explanation, but no how and nay yet honest to dog suddenly felt like a young lovestruck lad during month of May and without further delay a compulsion arose to putter along, though momentarily gazing heavenward and counting (just beak caws) glistening black crows plus painfully aware a spike in recurrent "senior" moment of forgetfulness grows, thus starkly aware significant rustiness increasingly, frightfully, and chokingly coats lix spit tillage harrows resuming schlepping dishabille crotchety bedeviled aching body electric irksome with fringe benefit (such as momentary lapse of reason) quite aware mettlesome ness of youth nonrefundable, non-reliable, and non-retrievable, and guaranteed continued pricking, viz nettlesome degenerating aging telomeres, sensate perspicuity, and oxysomes leaving a once robust person some what discombobulated and easily toilsome.
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Ode To An Oklahoma Locksmith
Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay cuz, earlier this July forth two thousand eighteen ja way windows closed, doors locked, and car keys visibly splayed on driver seat oye vay feel free to call me a horse's *** today utter anxiety compounded, plus unable to locate master key, thence fodder for poem and more to say rifling thru boxes without success, an impulse arose to call road upon learning policy doth include locksmith service, ah felt less doggone snappish, and uttered hoo ray though modest aye, congratulated awesome, fulsome, and handsome self on quick thinking, and automatically became less tiresome pondering for no particular rhyme nor reason (as a getaway) Panama or Paraguay then immediate decided, sans ditto explanation, but no how and nay yet honest to dog suddenly felt like a young lovestruck lad during month of May and without further delay a compulsion arose to putter along, though momentarily gazing heavenward and counting (just beak caws) glistening black crows plus painfully aware a spike in recurrent "senior" moment of forgetfulness grows, thus starkly aware significant rustiness increasingly, frightfully, and chokingly coats lix spit tillage harrows resuming schlepping dishabille crotchety bedeviled aching body electric irksome with fringe benefit (such as momentary lapse of reason) quite aware mettlesome ness of youth nonrefundable, non-reliable, and non-retrievable, and guaranteed continued pricking, viz nettlesome degenerating aging telomeres, sensate perspicuity, and oxysomes leaving a once robust person some what discombobulated and easily toilsome.
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twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air and dedicate this poem (yes tis correct, if you bare lee remember this mister did formerly she push duck clear addressed said spouse "my little buttock blaster" en dear ment - for obvious reasons, and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize contracted a benign strain sans incurable glare ring housecleaning malady (thus far no unpronounceable hair raising name affixed to non contagious nonetheless accursed malady, whereby to keep at bay, scrubbing stubborn stains from clothes, dishes, and gamut of hibernating Ursine horde (nee motley crue) that come breathing alive Nsync with beastie Bay City Rollers Culture Club bing babes upon first spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (analogously to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding gray winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humungous fur clumps would lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may zing globules, oh...lemme get on track, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee major virus afflicting wife, would necessitate impossible task strapping former feisty Norwegian farm gal in straight jacket ivingsocial every would be no game to play boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say 24/7 daily challenge, which unpredictable timeframe thine remaining lifetime sans wife oye vay would frank lee zap every last oomph of mine if able twin door remaining with spouse meanwhile 'til she obliviously plucks persistent sprouting stranded follicle tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
Overrun By Teddy Bears And Beanie Babies
twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air and dedicate this poem (yes tis correct, if you bare lee remember this mister did formerly she push duck clear addressed said spouse "my little buttock blaster" en dear ment - for obvious reasons, and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize contracted a benign strain sans incurable glare ring housecleaning malady (thus far no unpronounceable hair raising name affixed to non contagious nonetheless accursed malady, whereby to keep at bay, scrubbing stubborn stains from clothes, dishes, and gamut of hibernating Ursine horde (nee motley crue) that come breathing alive Nsync with beastie Bay City Rollers Culture Club bing babes upon first spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (analogously to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding gray winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humungous fur clumps would lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may zing globules, oh...lemme get on track, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee major virus afflicting wife, would necessitate impossible task strapping former feisty Norwegian farm gal in straight jacket ivingsocial every would be no game to play boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say 24/7 daily challenge, which unpredictable timeframe thine remaining lifetime sans wife oye vay would frank lee zap every last oomph of mine if able twin door remaining with spouse meanwhile 'til she obliviously plucks persistent sprouting stranded follicle tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way.
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Je n'ay plus que les os, un Schelette je semble, Decharné, denervé, demusclé, depoulpé, Que le trait de la mort sans pardon a frappé, Je n'ose voir mes bras que de peur je ne tremble. Apollon et son filZ deux grans maistres ensemble, Ne me sçauroient guerir, leur mestier m'a trompé, Adieu plaisant soleil, mon oeil est estoupé, Mon corps s'en va descendre où tout se desassemble. Quel amy me voyant en ce point despouillé Ne remporte au logis un oeil triste et mouillé, Me consolant au lict et me baisant la face, En essuiant mes yeux par la mort endormis ? Adieu chers compaignons, adieu mes chers amis, Je m'en vay le premier vous preparer la place.
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Je n'ay plus que les os, un Schelette je semble
Je n'ay plus que les os, un squelete je semble, Decharné, denervé, demusclé, depoulpé, Que le trait de la mort sans pardon a frappé ; Je n'ose voir mes bras que de peur je ne tremble. Apollon et son fils, deux grands maistres ensemble, Ne me sçauroient guerir, leur mestier m'a trompé ; Adieu plaisant soleil ! mon œil est estoupé, Mon corps s'en va descendre où tout se desassemble. Quel amy me voyant en ce poinct dépouillé, Ne remporte au logis un œil triste et mouillé, Me consolant au lict, et me baisant la face, En essuyant mes yeux par la mort endormis ? Adieu, chers compagnons ! adieu, mes chers amis ! Je m'en vay le premier vous préparer la place.
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Sonnet (I)
How refreshing to experience a reprieve from sultry weather when hazy, hot, and humid warm front unleashes a very short sweaty tether. Man hat tin dar overcast skies hint potential rain on the way perchance avast dastardly flickr ring instagram kickstarter linkedin shutterfly Taurus headed soundcloud skidding across celestial (span hushed) rink surprising forecasters by yowl ling whimsically, unexpectedly oye vay training (laser like), Asian outsize dark cloud climatological frontispiece randomly making next stop Old Rotten Gotham's Greenwich Village zero wing in on Poor (Chuck Keys) Uruguay neighborhood possibly confidently foretold by meteorologists today pointing at map showing cold air mass as it doth sashay July twenty first 2018, though Mother Nature defies pre diction pulling out all (busted) stops, vis a vis via "her" quay zee bag of tricks nay saying trained forecasters **** hush all self importance also to humble those mere mortals getting paid a handsome buck by anthropomorphizing viz cluck king in tandem with duck billed Baritone Horn Trumpeting "FAKE" luck trotting out obstreperous Sunny Rays, who doth beam with radiance a diametrically opposed extreme over zealous call for precipitation instead raining one after another quanta bright blinding meme outsmarting the seem ming airtight (cat in the bag) prediction leaving once supreme vouchsafing without a doubt forecasters left holding the empty bag large enough tuff fit the whole team.
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
A Spate Of Cool Temperatures