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"wanda" poems
the catholic nurse all sensitive caring noticing everything what can she think of my hot/cold torment always near blowing it living in the fast lane so friendly kind the girls dewy eyed wanda abandoned me bolton is in my hands and yet my coldness hurts the more emotional they stay trying to find a reason for my ice-like suspicion fish eyes coldly indifferent eyes suspect everything that moves socialising just to be loud compensate for cold lack of essential trust warmth i love them despite myself my desire to love is unconscious and gigantesque i never know when i'm going to miss someone strange coldness perplexing i've got to work to get devotion but once i get it i really get people on my side there are my people who can survive my shark-like coldness and there are those who want something more personal i can be very devoted to those who can stay the course my soul is aching for an impartial love of people i'm at war with myself.
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
Strange Coldness Perplexing
Time trickles by agonizingly slow tick tock tick tock frustrations grow They are playing the waiting game Stung by fate life's little trick the sweetest boy so very sick Tick tock tick tock, time is just a game Hands aged with fears bound tight; she prays fingers shivering a grandmother softly says God keep him safe and end this waiting game Friends and family kneel down in faith praying together In God's love they bathe Knowing soon that time is almost here Fate is fate and we are all bound by destiny but in my heart of hearts I pray that he will be your happy, healthy grandson once again *to Wanda, you and your grandson are in our prayers
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
in faith we pray
I love you more than Holden loves Allie's glove I love you more than the Doctor loved Rose I love you more than Cosmo loved Wanda I love you more than Squidward wanted to be alone I love you more than Mr. Krabs loves money I love you more than Gerard loves Lindsey I could go on, but there's no point Nothing can compare to how much you mean to me You stupid twit.
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
I Love You.
*** 101 by Michael R. Burch That day the late spring heat steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus crawling its way up the backwards slopes of Nowheresville, North Carolina ... Where we sat exhausted from the day’s skulldrudgery and the unexpected waves of muggy, summer-like humidity ... Giggly first graders sat two abreast behind senior high students sprouting their first sparse beards, their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections ... The most unlikely coupling― Lambert, 18, the only college prospect on the varsity basketball team, the proverbial talldarkhandsome swashbuckling cocksman, grinning ... Beside him, Wanda, 13, bespectacled, in her primproper attire and pigtails, staring up at him, fawneyed, disbelieving ... And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her, as she twitched impaled on his finger like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes, I knew ... that love is a forlorn enterprise, that I would never understand it. Keywords/Tags: first, love, *** lust, passion, desire, school, bus, foreplay, ********* odor, musk
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:29 AM UTC
*** 101
Emotional resonance As I cry myself into an endless pit of sadness. I can feel the the emotional river in my gut-flooding. It’s an endless flow of uncontrollable melancholic emotions. I want to make these emotions pre-existent But they burn like furnaces of the soul I keep getting drawn into this cosmic void of loneliness Lonely like one but I sometimes wonder if two really enjoys it’s company - collective sadness and depression Wanda & Tlotli
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Late nights in the treehouse
I seem to think of nothing I don't understand anything without you letting me, to pursue it meeting you has completely changed the way I see issues that confronts my life you are my last resort solution of the issues that borders my life I seem to think of nothing only you I can imagine when I am seated focusing how to approach events of life meeting you is a blessing when nature calls or sings I hear your name in the air Birds are not exempted from singing your beautiful personality to the natural air I seem to feel nothing only what you told me guides my feeling and actions to the right step though we've not met in person you are  always in me as a person who gives me alternative ways of becoming a good person I thank God for what I feel within me and appreciate your effort for me helping me to reason like a human not just childish I use to have in me like a pet living as a human You are a great person I can ever think to have in my life jump I jump smile I smile frown I console you because I owe you happiness and consolations
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
for you, Mother Wanda
Wobbly was wondering? "What will we wager" We will wrangle worms "Winner wins whatever" Which Worm? White, Walnut, Wheat We wondered, why wrangle We walked, We waited, We watched Which wacko would wager wrong, Wobbly winked, wondering why, Wanda waited wondering why? Why wink, Why worms, Why, why, why Would worms win wagers Without watching weird worms Wobbly Wished Wedding wishes Which was wonderfully weird,   What would Wanda want? Wobbly wandered, waiting Wonderfully wishing. Wanda's wise words whispered, wobbly Whooped, Whooped, Wailed With wonderment,what was whispered?
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
Wobbly Wonders
Wanda greets me with a “Hi” and a hug, ?Qué hora es el vuelo los lunes¿ she asks, Touch-less communication is absent here, “Ocho y media” I reply in almost Spanish, To be sure I email my itinerary for pickup, “Tener un buen fin de semana” she says, As a parting hug ends the conversation, On my visit to the right side of Hispaniola.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
Friday Two-Hug Conversation
What is nothing ? *nothing is a paradigm of futility Nothing is Futility with purpose like specs of sand ,without sand there’s no desert in the Egypt of your mind In sooth , nothing is everything, it escapes our minds like the concept of reality-Distilled souls Nothingness covertly condescends the mind of every etheric soul on this planet It’s blatant cruelty like making dyslexia such a hard word to spell or putting a s in the word lisp , but it’s beauty is in the fact that it and life have no equation , so why do we bother looking for answers Maybe nothing is the answer to everything Tlotli & Wanda
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Treehouse sadness
Cello was not at all happy with what I told him. The call didn't exactly go well, but at least he gave me a slice of information that made some sort've sense. "Those two you told me about, the situation, it's very fluid right now. I need you to go talk to talk to this girl. Tonight. Now, actually. Don't worry, we have this Alan ******* looked after, as you heard. But, um, Wanda, as you call her, may have some things to say, under the right persuasion." Slightly taken aback by what Cello was implying, I said nothing. "Look, I know where you've come from, I know the kind of work you've done, so just find her and figure out what the **** she's been ordered to do for those Coalition ***** OK?" Besides what I may, or may not have done in the past, all this was a little bit more than what I had been contracted to do for Cello and his cronies. They didn't pay me enough for torture, they only paid me enough for listening. Cello put me on hold long enough to get the go ahead to pay me another two grand evidently, since when he got back on the line all he said was "Find her now and get the story, money is in your account, call me when you've got everything that ***** has to say". I said "Okay, thanks but I'ma do it without the whole missing body parts thing. You'll get what you need, but it's my call on how ja?" Cello gave the ok and that was all that was needed to get me moving.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
Streetlights...again.
This mountain is trying to **** me 9000 feet Rain soaked & unforgiving Desolate Challenging exhausted decisions A formation of trees Sheltered, shaking Hopeless & fleeting It’s not my time I say Unfulfilled promises & words unsaid Withheld diatribes Hidden truths Lost love But, here I am Alone on a mountain Pleading with God Asking for my grandfather’s protection I’ve lost control Calmed my mind Let go It’s not my time you said Taking me in Cabin lights & burning embers Without you, Wanda This mountain would have killed me
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 11:16 AM UTC
duck creek, utah
The Unpleasant breeze welcomes Lakunle Invites the harsh winds to him Unluckily He shrugs repeatedly accepting fate Mosquito bites and the next day's date Wakes him up to ruble again in pain confused about the little he has to gain Aiyetoro He his challenges by is toothless smile to turn the hands of time and set a mile a mile of records that will break the chains The poverty chains of which he grew with on these plains trying to understand the Life he has going to sleep every night with an empty stomach with gas empty gas......... Aiyetoro The journey began He ran Away from home To find a new zone of his own picked by a wanderer they wandered together He still wonders what happened to Wanda He flew to Rwanda He went back to Aiyetoro The empty results The wasted years The Unanswered Questions The Grey Hairs The Recklessness The Life of Aiyetoro
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
Life in Aiyetoro
she lights her favorite candle and then pulls her cigarette from her lips and lights it from the candle she goes to the kitchen and starts cutting the fresh mango and sees some blueberries and grabs a handful throws them in her mouth and chews she is always talking and sometimes when I talk she talks over me to talk for me after the fruit and how I wonder what it tasted like mixed with cigarette smoke she kissed her lips to me and says let’s go for a walk we go out with the growing back trees beside us and no cold wind she isn’t talking she is looking she wants to go to the gym and I tell her for the hundredth time I don’t do the gym observing the life of nature there is peace in the wombs of the road as always she is hungry and we go buy a chicken shawarma outside with her smile and we see Bobby the hunk with his Wanda who looks like a lion she wants the park and I want a bed I want her with awful love blooming I can’t find her love
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
looking at her
Amber was an atheist, she thought the world was dumb as hell. Britney was a botanist, who had a fertilizer smell. Candice was a coroner, a scary passion for the stiffs. Diana was a drummer chick, that knew a few guitar riffs. Evelyn was evil, man, all leather suits and chains and whips. Farrah was a therapist, got in my brain with swinging hips. Greta was a gunslinger, she'd give most anything a shot. Hannah was a homebody- shy as hell, but twice as hot. Iris was an Ivy Leaguer, thought I was a total fool. Janice was a juggler, who liked to play with power tools. Kimmy taught karate, who dated me just for the kicks. Louise was a lyricist, who wrote about how guys were ***** Marilyn was mostly mean, she liked to fight and then make up. Nancy was so negative, I had no choice but to break up. Opal was an occultist, who liked to gossip with the dead. Paula was a ********** that made me pay to come to bed. Queenie was inquisitive, the questions were too much to bear. Rosie was a recluse who never shaved or brushed her hair. Sidney was a sinful sort, with toys and gadgets 'neath the bed. Tina was a twisted chick, with thirteen voices in her head. Ursula was uber-cool, always on the latest trends. Vicky was on Vicodin, and we all know how that one ends. Wanda was a wanderer, that left to join a circus troupe. Xena the exhibitionist liked to do it on the stoop. Yolanda was young and fine, and nearly cost me everything. Zoey was a Zombie fan, she got hot when he would sing. I'd like to say I've settled down, but since the alphabet is done, I'm gonna met an Ann or Anita, and give it all another run.
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
The Little Black Book (the ABCs of Romance)
Amber was an atheist, she thought the world was dumb as hell. Britney was a botanist, who had a fertilizer smell. Candice was a coroner, a scary passion for the stiffs. Diana was a drummer chick, that knew a few guitar riffs. Evelyn was evil, man, all leather suits and chains and whips. Farrah was a therapist, got in my brain with swinging hips. Greta was a gunslinger, she'd give most anything a shot. Hannah was a homebody- shy as hell, but twice as hot. Iris was an Ivy Leaguer, thought I was a total fool. Janice was a juggler, who liked to play with power tools. Kimmy taught karate, who dated me just for the kicks. Louise was a lyricist, who wrote about how guys were ***** Marilyn was mostly mean, she liked to fight and then make up. Nancy was so negative, I had no choice but to break up. Opal was an occultist, who liked to gossip with the dead. Paula was a ********** that made me pay to come to bed. Queenie was inquisitive, the questions were too much to bear. Rosie was a recluse who never shaved or brushed her hair. Sidney was a sinful sort, with toys and gadgets 'neath the bed. Tina was a twisted chick, with thirteen voices in her head. Ursula was uber-cool, always on the latest trends. Vicky was on Vicodin, and we all know how that one ends. Wanda was a wanderer, that left to join a circus troupe. Xena the exhibitionist liked to do it on the stoop. Yolanda was young and fine, and nearly cost me everything. Zoey was a Zombie fan, she got hot when he would sing. I'd like to say I've settled down, but since the alphabet is done, I'm gonna met an Ann or Anita, and give it all another run.
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When I look in the mirror, I see, The reincarnation of my mother. Even though her eyes are now blue, Instead of amber, And her skin tone is now the shade of Off-white instead of, Caramel and honey, I know she is there. Even though her hair is now blonde with, Conversation highlights instead of, Silent midnight black, This young lady speaks to me. My mother is there. I can see her, Chemo vessels and her eulogy heart beating, In rhythm to the number of days that she was alive, 16,790 solid. She no longer has to look in the sun For me to see the glare in her eyes because, They now shine brighter than the 100million kilo-watt moon. Even though her lips are thin Instead of being filled with sugar sweet kisses, I know, that this is her, My mother. She is no longer 5”8, Instead she is 4”11, Which makes it easier for me to place her into my heart, And always feel her pounding into my nerves, As though she were finally being revived. Even though there was never a need for her teeth to be whitened, They always shone brighter than stars. This is a sign. That we will be together again. Even though her name is no longer La’Wanda, It still clings to my memory. Even though she is no longer here, I see her face inside the shadow of another. My mother…is there.
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 3:03 PM UTC
Alpha and Omega(unfinished)
"A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men" Does anyone still play guilty pleasures? OKAY! 1. Troll 2 lady. Too. Fun in Balloonland Narrator lady. 3. "Any" drum majorette. "Speak roughly to your little boy and beat him when he sneezes he only does this to annoy because he knows it teases." Fore! Nance Peterlini, shouting obscenities. "Silk, do you know an atomic trigger from a Balgarian ***** Because I sure don't." 5. Slingshot and P.J. in a swampside threeway.(only halfway guilty...three-quarters?) "A ****** talking baby alligator, that's purple, and has really big jaws?" Sicks. Honor and Glory...after Honor gets a nose job. "Harlem is the experience playground for all people interested in becoming detectives." 7. Wanda Duvalle...tied up...in a shack. Ate. Lynn, from The Dark Power. Nine. Colonel Hogan's...Secretary(?) "I want to stop dreaming about fire from heaven, and melting men. Lasers." 10. Ming the Mercilesses' Daughter.
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Look At The Weirdies
Lately I’ve been sinking into an infinite abyss of perspective reflection I’m afraid I will never be able to trust myself I’m afraid I will never become enlightened and that my conscious will sink deeper into my subconscious I’m scared witless that I will-become a chain smoker , one day I’m afraid that one day I’ll die lonely I’m terrified of being patronised I’m fearful of chronic nightmares I’m panicky of being criticised I’m afraid I’ll die a pessimist And I’m scared of anxiety Its all beginning to make sense now , I’m afraid of getting warped into societies superficiality I’m afraid of growing into an apathetic and sadist human being I’m horrified of getting ****** into humanities conformity and contentness I’m horror-struck by the fact that this youth is not eternal The public can never know I wrote this. - Wanda
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Primitive blah blah (2)
By: David W. Clare I was hiding away from crooks when I met the only girl I thought I ever liked, she said her name was Wanda... A real oriental smasher, smart as a whip! Easy to be with at the coffee-shop where we met... Then she acted funny; kinda aloof like a Siamese cat! She wasn't hungry but she knew I was... We walked up hill in China town to the Shanghai Tower where they rent rooms by the hour... I was in the mood for some sweet and sour! All I got to eat was sour-dough! We got drunk on cheap ***** then she tossed me to the dogs, I wound up on skid row... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
The Coffee Break
Little Wanda The Brave, Wasn't like the other little girls, She isn't the princess. In her world, She was the knight. The fighter. Armed with her wood carved sword and shield don't tell mummy or she'll scold poor daddy She fought the dragons, the monsters. She gets to save the prince. The people adored her. Everyone cheered. Lady Wanda The Brave Had her own battles. In her head. In her heart. The monsters were inside her. She had no sword Or shield And daddy was nowhere, *"don't tell mum, but I reckon he'll be back one day"* No one cheered for her. No one loved her. Fear. Anger. The horror. The nightmares. The loneliness. And no prince to save her. "This is my battle." She lived on. Waited W a i t e d W a i t e d One night she surrenders, like they always do It was easier. An unknown world waiting for her *I'll fight my battles there, Real monsters. Real dragons. Not me. I don't want to fight myself.* And it's over. Her prince looked on, Clicked his tongue, shook his head, And decided, **"Lady Wanda The Brave, isn't so brave after all."**
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Wanda
In this jungle, its hard to survive so much can bring you to your knees you have to be smart to stay alive when there's a leopard in every tree snakes crawl through the underbrush seeking out their next meal voices whispering, under hush waiting for a life to steal I'll attack you now Sitting there so distant and cruel What's behind your glare; Inciting me down calling me out to a primal almost forgotten place come on now! Don't back off now! I'm inside you; seeing you with my Soul Piercing your weak cover of over-selfishness I'll blow you down to Hell! I don't care if you don't "feel good" And I'll practice your silent ways animals wait to pounce on you they stand still, then they rush you better watch what you do a lion is hiding in the brush
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
jungle gods - collaboration with Wanda Huff
Cap is sad, Bucky's down Nat is crying, Vision is gone Bruce is nowhere to be found Star-Lord is screaming, Wanda's weeping, Okoye hates everything, Strange is quaking, Loki may not be dead, no one can tell what was in that trickster's head Peter says, Mr. Stark, I don't wanna be dead T'Challa reached for his general, but he was dusted too Tony says, I'm coming for you Gamora laughed, she thought he was heartless But he was heartless in a different way Red skull thought it was all for naught, saw the error of his ways Until Thanos coughed and said, Thor, you should've aimed for the head.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
End of All Things
I see your soul. A barren strain isn’t hard to examine. I know the flatline and dead mindlessness that comes as a sand storm sweeps. I know those aches and groans. I’ve sat by the colorless windows of a gloomy city, seeing nothing but strangers with indifferent eyes. I’ve walked these streets feeling the laughter vibrate but never entering this gray soul. I’ve bought all the whisky to drown out the fluorescent lights of love blooming in the new year. Grabbed book after book in hopes to fill the gaps and dents in me. There might be a cure but don’t find it in someone else. For those tropical storms can carry them away and leave you to wallow alone like a tape on replay. So run. Go far and leave this town. Run from your life. Travel. Eat. And pray. Then maybe you can love and blossom in the lights for the choices taken by a wandering soul. Fit to nothing but feel everything. For life is too short to sit- read- drink- and feel the burn of salt on your cheeks. Sincerely yours, Wanda
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Saddened Wanderer,
Witches brew its for you Wallow not in that goo Wall to wall mice, Achoo ! Wanda's spell sticks like glue Watcha gonna do - heh ? When she says, " I want you! " Witchcraft Day, just say Nay!
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Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 9:23 PM UTC
Witches
_Ina son ki Ina kaunar ki ...Tamkar ki Ni banda kamar ki Ni zan dauke ki In dora ki a doki Ke ce hasken haske Hasken daya haska haske A zuciya ba wata sai ke Ga hannu na sai ki rike A gari sai zancen mu ake Wai bani da kowa sai ke Ba wani wai zancen haka ne Ba ni da kowa tabbas haka ne Ke ce daya tilo na gane Kannan ki a guri na kanne ne Yayyen ki a guri na yayye ne Kowan ki guri na kowa ne 🎼🎵🎶 Ina son ki Ina son sunan ki Inkiyar ki Da asalin sunan ki Murmushin ki Wanda yake kuncin ki Maganar ki Ita ce furicin ki A harshen ki Har cikin zuciyar ki Sun dace da siffar ki Kyakkyawa... Sunan ki, ga kawa Ya kan birge kowa Ke! Har yan adawa In sun ji suna tafawa Amintacciya... Siffar ki, aminiya Rayuwar ki sam babu hayaniya._
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Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 8:36 AM UTC
Ina son ki