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Ilion gray poet extraordinary is away learning the codes hidden in raindrops no reason for surprise; for the mountains of Brooklyn, the Manhattan caverns of Sunhenge^, corridors of narrow focus for trapping the declining sun rays, neither high enough, narrow blinding, to keep a good man from doing good things that life provides as opportunities to do the right thing he muses that it took five years for the other poets to understand our poem-dreams; avant-garde he says, but I laugh, never felt more misunderstood and reply take care, be en garde! no matter for he is learning a new language, the codes hidden in raindrops in a land of wheat once called Indian Territory and eager await his return so we may walk along the Brooklyn shoreline, beginning from under the Brooklyn Bridge where Washington’s men escaped a British trap and he can decode for me the whispery thunderous noises of NY showers that come up so sudden,  so roughened, but right now, the seductive sun blinks in Manhattan windowed towers reflecting back on to our East River as golden blinks of nature We will walk lost in the absorption of our different commonalities, holding the hands of his young son, and my Wendy, both of them equal in possession of round saucer eyes that give us poems He calls me me friend, I call him brother, teacher, master, better than the best, well recalling a late night message that bred a five year conversation ongoing not everything need be coded what you read here it is not coded, for the raindrops come clear and clean and the poems land on our tongues bounce on the foreheads and eyes of the babes, all stored and saved for the future blessings spoken in a single tongue 7/18/18 ^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhattanhenge
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
poetoftheway
Ilion is learning the codes hidden in raindrops
Ilion gray poet extraordinary is away learning the codes hidden in raindrops no reason for surprise; for the mountains of Brooklyn, the Manhattan caverns of Sunhenge^, corridors of narrow focus for trapping the declining sun rays, neither high enough, narrow blinding, to keep a good man from doing good things that life provides as opportunities to do the right thing he muses that it took five years for the other poets to understand our poem-dreams; avant-garde he says, but I laugh, never felt more misunderstood and reply take care, be en garde! no matter for he is learning a new language, the codes hidden in raindrops in a land of wheat once called Indian Territory and eager await his return so we may walk along the Brooklyn shoreline, beginning from under the Brooklyn Bridge where Washington’s men escaped a British trap and he can decode for me the whispery thunderous noises of NY showers that come up so sudden,  so roughened, but right now, the seductive sun blinks in Manhattan windowed towers reflecting back on to our East River as golden blinks of nature We will walk lost in the absorption of our different commonalities, holding the hands of his young son, and my Wendy, both of them equal in possession of round saucer eyes that give us poems He calls me me friend, I call him brother, teacher, master, better than the best, well recalling a late night message that bred a five year conversation ongoing not everything need be coded what you read here it is not coded, for the raindrops come clear and clean and the poems land on our tongues bounce on the foreheads and eyes of the babes, all stored and saved for the future blessings spoken in a single tongue 7/18/18 ^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhattanhenge
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Having observed others and containing the self consciousness of a noticer (do other people look at me the way I look at them?) she would dress in old borrowed clothing that smelled like other peoples’ laundry and leather because secretly she wanted to wear the other people try them on and she had this wrinkle between each brow that made her look just sort of worried no matter how she tried to press and smooth that wrinkle down with her thumb and in very private moments she’d stare at her features in the mirror with a sort of curiosity because she’d been told by leering men that she was beautiful but sometimes she saw only features: Nose eyes mouth all in pretty good proportion sure but she supposed the thing that held her curiosity was not her face itself but rather the disconnect between the face and the universe of thought behind it and all this she’d marveled at a very young age as ma would see her staring at herself in front of the bathroom mirror or in store windows and tell her not to be so vain kid to hurry along And so she feared writing about her own vulnerable beauty for fear that she might be both of those things—vulnerable and beautiful. Instead she would take an hour long train ride, fake-dozing so as not to be ticketed, walk anonymous between busy persons until she reached a place that satisfied her Washington Square park, perhaps, or some small playground on the lower east side, or down by water or the hip corner shops in Brooklyn. And there, in strangers, she would find her vulnerable beauty, and there with the aid of a pen they became her and she became them.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
iriswoodruff
Becoming
Having observed others and containing the self consciousness of a noticer (do other people look at me the way I look at them?) she would dress in old borrowed clothing that smelled like other peoples’ laundry and leather because secretly she wanted to wear the other people try them on and she had this wrinkle between each brow that made her look just sort of worried no matter how she tried to press and smooth that wrinkle down with her thumb and in very private moments she’d stare at her features in the mirror with a sort of curiosity because she’d been told by leering men that she was beautiful but sometimes she saw only features: Nose eyes mouth all in pretty good proportion sure but she supposed the thing that held her curiosity was not her face itself but rather the disconnect between the face and the universe of thought behind it and all this she’d marveled at a very young age as ma would see her staring at herself in front of the bathroom mirror or in store windows and tell her not to be so vain kid to hurry along And so she feared writing about her own vulnerable beauty for fear that she might be both of those things—vulnerable and beautiful. Instead she would take an hour long train ride, fake-dozing so as not to be ticketed, walk anonymous between busy persons until she reached a place that satisfied her Washington Square park, perhaps, or some small playground on the lower east side, or down by water or the hip corner shops in Brooklyn. And there, in strangers, she would find her vulnerable beauty, and there with the aid of a pen they became her and she became them.
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In an instance, I felt a calmness sweep across my body. My body free of any restriction. Her being my release. Sweet liberties Utilized by the touch of lips. A period punctuated by perched lips. Released in ounces of color. The way she loved. My tongue swirled around hers. Fingers wrapped around her waist. Brown peach flavored skin. My addiction a place for her to stay, Her bag broken down; piece by piece. A home away from home. Until the day she left. I consulted family, I reached out to friends. They say that she's no good They say leave her be. Truth be told My vacancy left colorless. Bland. My tree grown fruitless Revealed to me in bitter hunger. The realization of perception. Nothing left to fill my hands. This vacancy punishable by death. A ****** filled by her alone. My fingers around her waist. Her love sticky, sweet. Swirling around my tongue. My eyes left low Anticipating her return. They say that she's no good They say leave her be. Truth be told I haven't spoken to them since
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
kewayne-wadley
Brown Peach Flavor Skin Blues For Slow-Hand Willi Washington
In an instance, I felt a calmness sweep across my body. My body free of any restriction. Her being my release. Sweet liberties Utilized by the touch of lips. A period punctuated by perched lips. Released in ounces of color. The way she loved. My tongue swirled around hers. Fingers wrapped around her waist. Brown peach flavored skin. My addiction a place for her to stay, Her bag broken down; piece by piece. A home away from home. Until the day she left. I consulted family, I reached out to friends. They say that she's no good They say leave her be. Truth be told My vacancy left colorless. Bland. My tree grown fruitless Revealed to me in bitter hunger. The realization of perception. Nothing left to fill my hands. This vacancy punishable by death. A ****** filled by her alone. My fingers around her waist. Her love sticky, sweet. Swirling around my tongue. My eyes left low Anticipating her return. They say that she's no good They say leave her be. Truth be told I haven't spoken to them since
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‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’ ‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences that set the market off to some defined trends and statements. Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue. Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP], and former market darling Perseverance [GULP], all varied widely today on news from Washington that their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar, old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD], continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return. Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY] leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS], Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie. But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP] which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund and the Vanity market is always a good bet. Now, here’s Carl with today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
jimmy-tee
Two Forms of Nonsense
‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’ ‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences that set the market off to some defined trends and statements. Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue. Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP], and former market darling Perseverance [GULP], all varied widely today on news from Washington that their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar, old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD], continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return. Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY] leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS], Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie. But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP] which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund and the Vanity market is always a good bet. Now, here’s Carl with today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
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Superheroes inspire us all, superheroes make us marvel. Superheroes are adored from Beijing to Washington D.C. But superheroes don't wear capes, they wear a '96 Olympic shirt and loose-fitting pants you would never catch me in. They don't have x-ray vision, they've worn glasses for as long as you remember. They cannot fly, and yet they seem larger than life. They never seem to lie, and they still say "I love you" in the exact same way almost sixty years after they bound it to eternity. They don't have super-strength, but they are your super strength and they lift you up until you can do it on your own. They seem invincible, but life has a way of reminding you that even Superman has Kryptonite. They are stubbornly steady even when the bill of health isn't clean. Just as they are your strength, you feel your aching mortality when you find out even superheroes get cancer. Yet somehow, after their greatest battle is fought, there they are in all that remains spreading an unyielding light upon whoever sees them soaring by. We wear an "S", a bat, or even a spider to pretend that we are our heroes and emulate their image; but I won't wear that old shirt, or those terrible, worn-in jeans. Instead, I'll harness that unbreakable spirit, and maybe one day I'll be a superhero too.
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
devin-lawrence
Superheroes
Superheroes inspire us all, superheroes make us marvel. Superheroes are adored from Beijing to Washington D.C. But superheroes don't wear capes, they wear a '96 Olympic shirt and loose-fitting pants you would never catch me in. They don't have x-ray vision, they've worn glasses for as long as you remember. They cannot fly, and yet they seem larger than life. They never seem to lie, and they still say "I love you" in the exact same way almost sixty years after they bound it to eternity. They don't have super-strength, but they are your super strength and they lift you up until you can do it on your own. They seem invincible, but life has a way of reminding you that even Superman has Kryptonite. They are stubbornly steady even when the bill of health isn't clean. Just as they are your strength, you feel your aching mortality when you find out even superheroes get cancer. Yet somehow, after their greatest battle is fought, there they are in all that remains spreading an unyielding light upon whoever sees them soaring by. We wear an "S", a bat, or even a spider to pretend that we are our heroes and emulate their image; but I won't wear that old shirt, or those terrible, worn-in jeans. Instead, I'll harness that unbreakable spirit, and maybe one day I'll be a superhero too.
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**ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FAMOUS CIVIL WAR CONDOLENCE LETTER TO YOUNG ***** MCCULLOUGH ABOUT DEATH, LOSS AND MEMORY** Executive Mansion, Washington, December 23, 1862. Dear ***** It is with deep grief that I learn of the death of your kind and brave Father; and, especially, that it is affecting your young heart beyond what is common in such cases. In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You can not now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so? And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now. I have had experience enough to know what I say; and you need only to believe it, to feel better at once. The memory of your dear Father, instead of an agony, will yet be a sad sweet feeling in your heart, of a purer, and holier sort than you have known before. Please present my kind regards to your afflicted mother. Your sincere friend A. LINCOLN.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FAMOUS CIVIL WAR CONDOLENCE LETTER TO YOUNG ***** MCCULLOUGH ABOUT DEATH, LOSS AND MEMORY
**ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FAMOUS CIVIL WAR CONDOLENCE LETTER TO YOUNG ***** MCCULLOUGH ABOUT DEATH, LOSS AND MEMORY** Executive Mansion, Washington, December 23, 1862. Dear ***** It is with deep grief that I learn of the death of your kind and brave Father; and, especially, that it is affecting your young heart beyond what is common in such cases. In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You can not now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so? And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now. I have had experience enough to know what I say; and you need only to believe it, to feel better at once. The memory of your dear Father, instead of an agony, will yet be a sad sweet feeling in your heart, of a purer, and holier sort than you have known before. Please present my kind regards to your afflicted mother. Your sincere friend A. LINCOLN.
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What does it mean to be a Chicano/Latino in the US? What does it mean to be Black in the US? What does it mean to be a minority in the States? You know what that means...it means that we have a lot to prove   As in the words of Booker T. Washington: "When a white boy undertakes a task, it is taken for granted that he will succeed. On the other hand, people are usually surprised If the ***** boy does not fail. In a word, the ***** youth starts out with the presumption against him." Now in a society where institutionalized racism, Or racism without racists, prevails We are disenfranchised from even being considered youth. We are a bunch of wetbacks, idiots, moron...you name it, Where failure is expected of us... ...but enough is enough, we should not abide to the stereotypes And stigmas that society stamps on our foreheads. As a matter of fact, I do not ever recall giving this white patriarchal society My blessing to call me whatever the **** it decides to call me. We are here to take manners into our own hands, here to do whatever the heck our heart desires. We are here to create the change that we wish to see in the world. We are here to become the few & growing positive statistics that we fight for. We are here to create voice and shed the light on those wins that we take to our hearts. No one is here here to reflect the stereotype that this ****** up society Tries to slap us with on an everyday basis. We are here to change perception of who we are and where we stand in society. We are positive statistics...not a stereotype.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
ernesto-villasenor-jr
A Positive Statistic...Not A Stereotype
What does it mean to be a Chicano/Latino in the US? What does it mean to be Black in the US? What does it mean to be a minority in the States? You know what that means...it means that we have a lot to prove   As in the words of Booker T. Washington: "When a white boy undertakes a task, it is taken for granted that he will succeed. On the other hand, people are usually surprised If the ***** boy does not fail. In a word, the ***** youth starts out with the presumption against him." Now in a society where institutionalized racism, Or racism without racists, prevails We are disenfranchised from even being considered youth. We are a bunch of wetbacks, idiots, moron...you name it, Where failure is expected of us... ...but enough is enough, we should not abide to the stereotypes And stigmas that society stamps on our foreheads. As a matter of fact, I do not ever recall giving this white patriarchal society My blessing to call me whatever the **** it decides to call me. We are here to take manners into our own hands, here to do whatever the heck our heart desires. We are here to create the change that we wish to see in the world. We are here to become the few & growing positive statistics that we fight for. We are here to create voice and shed the light on those wins that we take to our hearts. No one is here here to reflect the stereotype that this ****** up society Tries to slap us with on an everyday basis. We are here to change perception of who we are and where we stand in society. We are positive statistics...not a stereotype.
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The Date being November 8, 2016 Multitudes into the voting booth Strides will be made in voting from our youth Presidency and Senate all part of the race The voting dialog will be an overwhelming pace But the quest being, “Please All Vote” This is not a joke Our lives matter in this election It requires all to vote being participation Vote for whom ever you chose But don’t get discouraged and just refuse Don’t let anyone question you in why do you vote? Just tell them you are exercising your rights being your own words being spoken Don’t worry about being poked America’s future becomes actions on tomorrow The White House already has policies in place But the new President and Senate can change and rearrange the space Vote with all your heart This election needs to make a strong mark Vote for a President and Senate that offers hope Let it be living and able to cope Vote now and show Washington WOW.
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
preservationman
VOTING ENTERPRISE
The Date being November 8, 2016 Multitudes into the voting booth Strides will be made in voting from our youth Presidency and Senate all part of the race The voting dialog will be an overwhelming pace But the quest being, “Please All Vote” This is not a joke Our lives matter in this election It requires all to vote being participation Vote for whom ever you chose But don’t get discouraged and just refuse Don’t let anyone question you in why do you vote? Just tell them you are exercising your rights being your own words being spoken Don’t worry about being poked America’s future becomes actions on tomorrow The White House already has policies in place But the new President and Senate can change and rearrange the space Vote with all your heart This election needs to make a strong mark Vote for a President and Senate that offers hope Let it be living and able to cope Vote now and show Washington WOW.
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in a world where we pray to be united within the grasp of wholehearted humanity standing tall we sink in the dirt beneath our feet and holding our heads up high we sing with the utmost pride a song of which becomes a chanting notion setting the tone for revenging entities growing weary of the unwanted waste we toss our visions in the sea without daring to take the promising chance how are we to stand together in a castle built to crumble in its past? and yet we become the fools lost in the fight and lost in our grieving we walk the streets with our banners and our anger without understanding what we are feeling let me take you back to nineteen sixty three when we marched on Washington and we were lead by a King what merely started as the seed of a dream became the prelude to never ending history yet with each milestone comes adversaries and we still cry the tears of our fallen fathers we still cry to be free but remember my brothers and sisters to be mindful in your actions for blood does not wash blood away and because the tongue can be a sword be mindful of every single word you say the whole world is unjust be emotional if you must but the time is now to be reflective to be knowledgeable to be respected because the hearts of our sons and daughters still need to be protected the sun my still set orange and they moon may still shine white the day may still end at quarter to the moment everything is night and in each passing day are you going to become the change that is needed to win the fight? are you going to do what's right?
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
LunaLynn_Poetry
Standing Tall
in a world where we pray to be united within the grasp of wholehearted humanity standing tall we sink in the dirt beneath our feet and holding our heads up high we sing with the utmost pride a song of which becomes a chanting notion setting the tone for revenging entities growing weary of the unwanted waste we toss our visions in the sea without daring to take the promising chance how are we to stand together in a castle built to crumble in its past? and yet we become the fools lost in the fight and lost in our grieving we walk the streets with our banners and our anger without understanding what we are feeling let me take you back to nineteen sixty three when we marched on Washington and we were lead by a King what merely started as the seed of a dream became the prelude to never ending history yet with each milestone comes adversaries and we still cry the tears of our fallen fathers we still cry to be free but remember my brothers and sisters to be mindful in your actions for blood does not wash blood away and because the tongue can be a sword be mindful of every single word you say the whole world is unjust be emotional if you must but the time is now to be reflective to be knowledgeable to be respected because the hearts of our sons and daughters still need to be protected the sun my still set orange and they moon may still shine white the day may still end at quarter to the moment everything is night and in each passing day are you going to become the change that is needed to win the fight? are you going to do what's right?
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Sometimes the flashbacks Can be picture perfect like a gallery Every once in a while I struggle with what life's like actually As the memories resonate Depression eventually catches me It always baffled me and still rattles me Why did my best friend have to be a casualty I'm setting my GPS as I pull down the street For Arlington Cemetery in Washington D.C. Whenever I feel the need I just sit there with him No reason to speak I let the ground beneath me relieve some of the grief Then just before I leave I about face and say You'll always be with me Semper Fi my brother Rest in peace Marine
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
jeffrey-oliviero
Till Valhalla
Sometimes the flashbacks Can be picture perfect like a gallery Every once in a while I struggle with what life's like actually As the memories resonate Depression eventually catches me It always baffled me and still rattles me Why did my best friend have to be a casualty I'm setting my GPS as I pull down the street For Arlington Cemetery in Washington D.C. Whenever I feel the need I just sit there with him No reason to speak I let the ground beneath me relieve some of the grief Then just before I leave I about face and say You'll always be with me Semper Fi my brother Rest in peace Marine
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Black girl can’t twerk. Black girl can’t handle hair grease. Black girl is half white girl is Grey girl is White girl on 8 mile is Black girl in cop cars is Not black enough is Basking under the “Yes, there are black people in Portland” sign. Black girl’s dad left so white girl sits at Mormon thanksgiving. Black girl says “wus good” to wake up and work with within “welcome to Starbucks what can we get started for you today?” White boy says “you a real ***** Black girl turns around and says “I already know.” You’ve told me my whole life, You’ve never let me forget it. Black girl ties my hair scarf at night. White girl does not fear the rain in the morning. Other white girl tells me she’s “only ******* black girls after me.” I. white girl answer back “umm that makes me uncomfortable.” Grey girl has the Beatles tattooed on her left arm, Stevie wonder in progress on her right. Black girl was not adopted from white Momma, grew from her womb, still carried out misunderstanding. Black girl wonders why white girl stays silent so often. Black girl is screaming at herself in the mirror too scared to scream for Jason Washington even too scared to scream for Trayvon too scared to scream for anything. We forgot “why are you always stopping me” but remember “I can’t breathe”. Only black boys last words are worth remembering. Black girl hides behind white girl’s voice in retail and traffic stops and phone calls. Grey girl, Waiting for the phone call. The Dad’s in jail brother is dead phone call The How dare you let them take credit for you phone call. When I moved away I was a success story. I was black magic Detroit dame not dangerous city girl in the good way. With the good hair. With the way in which black girl works three times as hard but I, white girl, still presents her work.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
v-3
Grey Girl
Black girl can’t twerk. Black girl can’t handle hair grease. Black girl is half white girl is Grey girl is White girl on 8 mile is Black girl in cop cars is Not black enough is Basking under the “Yes, there are black people in Portland” sign. Black girl’s dad left so white girl sits at Mormon thanksgiving. Black girl says “wus good” to wake up and work with within “welcome to Starbucks what can we get started for you today?” White boy says “you a real ***** Black girl turns around and says “I already know.” You’ve told me my whole life, You’ve never let me forget it. Black girl ties my hair scarf at night. White girl does not fear the rain in the morning. Other white girl tells me she’s “only ******* black girls after me.” I. white girl answer back “umm that makes me uncomfortable.” Grey girl has the Beatles tattooed on her left arm, Stevie wonder in progress on her right. Black girl was not adopted from white Momma, grew from her womb, still carried out misunderstanding. Black girl wonders why white girl stays silent so often. Black girl is screaming at herself in the mirror too scared to scream for Jason Washington even too scared to scream for Trayvon too scared to scream for anything. We forgot “why are you always stopping me” but remember “I can’t breathe”. Only black boys last words are worth remembering. Black girl hides behind white girl’s voice in retail and traffic stops and phone calls. Grey girl, Waiting for the phone call. The Dad’s in jail brother is dead phone call The How dare you let them take credit for you phone call. When I moved away I was a success story. I was black magic Detroit dame not dangerous city girl in the good way. With the good hair. With the way in which black girl works three times as hard but I, white girl, still presents her work.
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this makeshift democracy yearning endearing breeding festering aristocracy petrified on the sidelines black hispanic asian european the manifesting minority which built this republic political policy withered to marrow echoes of Washington fade in graves marble halls politicians etches unsheathed to feast in bribery sorts the gleam of monetary value blinded patched pockets burning the fabric to be later devoured
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
decem
Democracy
this makeshift democracy yearning endearing breeding festering aristocracy petrified on the sidelines black hispanic asian european the manifesting minority which built this republic political policy withered to marrow echoes of Washington fade in graves marble halls politicians etches unsheathed to feast in bribery sorts the gleam of monetary value blinded patched pockets burning the fabric to be later devoured
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Western Sources Mist, rain and snowmelt gather And soak the Montana crests. A trio of rivulets carves the slopes, Grow to rivers that braid into a single course And the Missouri is born at Three Forks. Shoshone and Hidatsu rest from the hunt, Kneel and cup their hands To raise life giving liquid to their lips While horses bow beside them Bellies filled with the refreshing waters. The river flows north dividing the tall grasslands, Plunges over the cataracts at Great Falls, Churns on the rocks below And drives inexorably toward the sea. Mandan and Sioux Soft flute sounds drift from the Mandan village Intertwining with the riffling music of the river. By its banks a coarse French trapper roasts a rabbit To share with his Shoshone child-bride. Sacagawea sings softly beside him - Charboneau's son stirring in her womb. Sioux warriors on horseback Stand guard by the shores. How many travelers have passed? How many are yet to come? Beyond the rolling hills A buffalo stumbles and falls Pierced by Lakota arrows and spears. Boats in the Water At River du Bois where the Missouri Collides with the Mississippi, Forty men slip into boats and take to the oars To interpret Jefferson’s continental dream - Their keelboat laden with sustenance, Herbs, weapons and powder. They carry trinkets to dazzle the natives And cast bronze medals to give them Bearing images of their "Father in Washington" That none had asked to have. May,  2004
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
robert-c-howard
Missouri Triptych
Western Sources Mist, rain and snowmelt gather And soak the Montana crests. A trio of rivulets carves the slopes, Grow to rivers that braid into a single course And the Missouri is born at Three Forks. Shoshone and Hidatsu rest from the hunt, Kneel and cup their hands To raise life giving liquid to their lips While horses bow beside them Bellies filled with the refreshing waters. The river flows north dividing the tall grasslands, Plunges over the cataracts at Great Falls, Churns on the rocks below And drives inexorably toward the sea. Mandan and Sioux Soft flute sounds drift from the Mandan village Intertwining with the riffling music of the river. By its banks a coarse French trapper roasts a rabbit To share with his Shoshone child-bride. Sacagawea sings softly beside him - Charboneau's son stirring in her womb. Sioux warriors on horseback Stand guard by the shores. How many travelers have passed? How many are yet to come? Beyond the rolling hills A buffalo stumbles and falls Pierced by Lakota arrows and spears. Boats in the Water At River du Bois where the Missouri Collides with the Mississippi, Forty men slip into boats and take to the oars To interpret Jefferson’s continental dream - Their keelboat laden with sustenance, Herbs, weapons and powder. They carry trinkets to dazzle the natives And cast bronze medals to give them Bearing images of their "Father in Washington" That none had asked to have. May,  2004
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My body burns to rove far from man-made buildings, prisons for the modern soul. I need to traverse the frontiers white man stole from those who made it their home. I've been down to the Everglades of Florida. Fan boats flew through the estuary lines with roots of mangroves. I've been to the Hoh Rain Forest of Washington where fog descended on the shoreline and married the sulfur smell rising from hot springs. I must experience America's coast to coast beauty. Every spare seconds I spend luxuriating in the sun, thinking of all the places untouched. My list of desires grows as the glaciers of Glacier recede in Montana, beckoning me to the Rocky Mountain Peaks. Old Faithful gushes, surrounded by wolves and grizzlies. Someday I'll cross Yellowstone's expansive mountain ranges. from Idaho to Montana to Wyoming. On the arches of Utah I'll face my fear of heights and find solace at the tops of time-layered sandstone towers. Descending the Grand Canyon I'll study beautiful colors exposed by years of erosion. In winter Death Valley will be braved. The lowest and direst point will exhilarate me with scaled creatures as sand dunes whisper my name with every hot breath. The Badlands of South Dakota will hope I come backpacking through prairies to watch precious bison roam. California Redwood trees and I will stand side by side as friends. Yosemite will call me to her cliffs and I will chase waterfalls and sequoia groves until I've seen it all. I ache to explore the terrain that bears my name, the country I call home.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
moon-humor
Ansel Adams
My body burns to rove far from man-made buildings, prisons for the modern soul. I need to traverse the frontiers white man stole from those who made it their home. I've been down to the Everglades of Florida. Fan boats flew through the estuary lines with roots of mangroves. I've been to the Hoh Rain Forest of Washington where fog descended on the shoreline and married the sulfur smell rising from hot springs. I must experience America's coast to coast beauty. Every spare seconds I spend luxuriating in the sun, thinking of all the places untouched. My list of desires grows as the glaciers of Glacier recede in Montana, beckoning me to the Rocky Mountain Peaks. Old Faithful gushes, surrounded by wolves and grizzlies. Someday I'll cross Yellowstone's expansive mountain ranges. from Idaho to Montana to Wyoming. On the arches of Utah I'll face my fear of heights and find solace at the tops of time-layered sandstone towers. Descending the Grand Canyon I'll study beautiful colors exposed by years of erosion. In winter Death Valley will be braved. The lowest and direst point will exhilarate me with scaled creatures as sand dunes whisper my name with every hot breath. The Badlands of South Dakota will hope I come backpacking through prairies to watch precious bison roam. California Redwood trees and I will stand side by side as friends. Yosemite will call me to her cliffs and I will chase waterfalls and sequoia groves until I've seen it all. I ache to explore the terrain that bears my name, the country I call home.
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WASHINGTON IRVING WROTE A NOVEL ABOUT ICHABOD CRANE LITTLE SLEEPY HOLLOW WILL NEVER BE THE SAME LITTLE SLEEPY HOLLOW WAS CURSED BY A HORSEMAN MOST DREAD HE WAS RIDING IN SLEEPY HOLLOW IN SEARCH OF HIS HEAD THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN WAS IN THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR SO FOR HIM SEARCHING FOR HIS HEAD WAS NEVER A CHORE ICHABOD CRANE WAS A TEACHER MOST STRICT WEATHER THE GHOST STORIES WERE TRUE WHO COULD EVER PREDICT ICHABOD TEACHES THE CHILDREN OF FARMERS IN THE VILLAGE BUT ITS THE YOUNG GIRLS OF FARMERS HE SECRETLY WANTS TOO PILLAGE KATRINA VAN TASSEL A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG STUDENT ICHABOD FALLS IN LOVE WITH HER BUT WAS IT VERY PRUDENT HE WAS INVITED TO THE TASSELS FOR A PARTY MOST RARE KATRINA AT THE PARTY DISMISSES HIS WITHOUT CARE ICHABOD LEAVES THAT NIGHT ON HIS HORSE HE RIDES ITS AN EERILY DARK PATH HIS HORSE DOSE STRIDE ICHABOD IS SCARED AND SEES A LARGE DARK MAN HE YELLS TO THE STRANGER AS LOUD AS HE CAN SO ICHABOD RIDES SCARED AND FAST BUT ALONG SIDE COMES THE MAN NOT WILLING TOO PASS ICHABOD NOTICES THE RIDER REALLY HAS NO HEAD THIS JUST FILLS ICHABOD WITH THE MOST SINFUL DREAD ICHABOD AND THE STRANGER RACE TO THE TOWN CHURCH FOR THIS IS WHERE THE GHOST STORIES FIRST CAME TO BIRTH ICHABOD RACES TO THE BRIDGE AND NERVOUSLY LOOKS BACK THE STRANGER HAS DISAPPEARED OFF THE GHOSTLY TRACK BUT HE NOTICES THE STRANGER HIS HEAD HE DOSE HURL ICHABOD FALLS OF THE HORSE HIS WORLD IS IN A WHIRL THE NEXT DAY ICHABOD'S HORSE FINALLY RETURNS HOME WHERE IS ICHABOD WHERE DID HE ROAM THEY LOOK FOR ICHABOD AND FIND HOOF PRINTS AND ICHABOD'S HAT SO NOW THE FOLKLORE IS BORN IN SLEEPY HOLLOW THAT'S THAT " WISDOM IS LIKE MANURE IT'S NO GOOD UNLESS IT'S SPREAD AROUND ENCOURAGING OTHERS TO GROW"
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
mark-riordan
ICHABOD CRANE
WASHINGTON IRVING WROTE A NOVEL ABOUT ICHABOD CRANE LITTLE SLEEPY HOLLOW WILL NEVER BE THE SAME LITTLE SLEEPY HOLLOW WAS CURSED BY A HORSEMAN MOST DREAD HE WAS RIDING IN SLEEPY HOLLOW IN SEARCH OF HIS HEAD THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN WAS IN THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR SO FOR HIM SEARCHING FOR HIS HEAD WAS NEVER A CHORE ICHABOD CRANE WAS A TEACHER MOST STRICT WEATHER THE GHOST STORIES WERE TRUE WHO COULD EVER PREDICT ICHABOD TEACHES THE CHILDREN OF FARMERS IN THE VILLAGE BUT ITS THE YOUNG GIRLS OF FARMERS HE SECRETLY WANTS TOO PILLAGE KATRINA VAN TASSEL A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG STUDENT ICHABOD FALLS IN LOVE WITH HER BUT WAS IT VERY PRUDENT HE WAS INVITED TO THE TASSELS FOR A PARTY MOST RARE KATRINA AT THE PARTY DISMISSES HIS WITHOUT CARE ICHABOD LEAVES THAT NIGHT ON HIS HORSE HE RIDES ITS AN EERILY DARK PATH HIS HORSE DOSE STRIDE ICHABOD IS SCARED AND SEES A LARGE DARK MAN HE YELLS TO THE STRANGER AS LOUD AS HE CAN SO ICHABOD RIDES SCARED AND FAST BUT ALONG SIDE COMES THE MAN NOT WILLING TOO PASS ICHABOD NOTICES THE RIDER REALLY HAS NO HEAD THIS JUST FILLS ICHABOD WITH THE MOST SINFUL DREAD ICHABOD AND THE STRANGER RACE TO THE TOWN CHURCH FOR THIS IS WHERE THE GHOST STORIES FIRST CAME TO BIRTH ICHABOD RACES TO THE BRIDGE AND NERVOUSLY LOOKS BACK THE STRANGER HAS DISAPPEARED OFF THE GHOSTLY TRACK BUT HE NOTICES THE STRANGER HIS HEAD HE DOSE HURL ICHABOD FALLS OF THE HORSE HIS WORLD IS IN A WHIRL THE NEXT DAY ICHABOD'S HORSE FINALLY RETURNS HOME WHERE IS ICHABOD WHERE DID HE ROAM THEY LOOK FOR ICHABOD AND FIND HOOF PRINTS AND ICHABOD'S HAT SO NOW THE FOLKLORE IS BORN IN SLEEPY HOLLOW THAT'S THAT " WISDOM IS LIKE MANURE IT'S NO GOOD UNLESS IT'S SPREAD AROUND ENCOURAGING OTHERS TO GROW"
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Have you considered being a *** worker? You have a body. I know you never sleep there, spend less time breathing than associating with your own ribcage. You're an actress no script, just a character summary. Limp, age 12, non-verbal marionette. *Snaps her strings when forced to dance. Clings to the ceiling tiles, like the shadows she hallucinates. Let's the puppet fall numb under strangers. Ragdoll to be used for kindling.* When you play your part You'll inherit enough money to afford a studio apartment in Washington, or Las Vegas; anywhere with men paid large enough salary to afford your vacant body, three phone plans, a hotel room for you to stay awake in Listening to dull thuds against your wrongfully warm corpse Invited hoping the stinging could form tendons adhere together like rubber bands Snap you back into your skin. You cling helpless to the ceiling tiles Watch the ragdoll make mistakes. *"Have you considered being a *** worker?"* A homeless woman asked me, *"Unoccupied bodies should start charging rent. Let a man who can afford it pay for utilities. You might be homeless but you won't be wasted space".*
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
GeekElement
Have you considered being a *** worker? (Rough Original edit)
Have you considered being a *** worker? You have a body. I know you never sleep there, spend less time breathing than associating with your own ribcage. You're an actress no script, just a character summary. Limp, age 12, non-verbal marionette. *Snaps her strings when forced to dance. Clings to the ceiling tiles, like the shadows she hallucinates. Let's the puppet fall numb under strangers. Ragdoll to be used for kindling.* When you play your part You'll inherit enough money to afford a studio apartment in Washington, or Las Vegas; anywhere with men paid large enough salary to afford your vacant body, three phone plans, a hotel room for you to stay awake in Listening to dull thuds against your wrongfully warm corpse Invited hoping the stinging could form tendons adhere together like rubber bands Snap you back into your skin. You cling helpless to the ceiling tiles Watch the ragdoll make mistakes. *"Have you considered being a *** worker?"* A homeless woman asked me, *"Unoccupied bodies should start charging rent. Let a man who can afford it pay for utilities. You might be homeless but you won't be wasted space".*
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Thirty Hours Who are these men, Do they have daughters, Mothers, sisters, granddaughters? Do they call tenderly their loving Wives Their ****** Behind closed doors? Thirty hours In the country I live, love and worry and wonder about... This is Justice blinded, But worse, Publicly, proclaiming, I am Deaf and Dumb, And lost in Her way. Thirty hours. I too, have a question. Have you no shame? --------------------------- WASHINGTON — For roughly 30 hours over several days, defense lawyers for three former United States Naval Academy football players grilled a female midshipman about her ****** habits. In a public hearing, they asked the woman, who has accused the three athletes of ****** her, whether she wore a bra, how wide she opened her mouth during oral *** and whether she had apologized to another midshipman with whom she had *********** “for being a ** http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/21/us/intrusive-grilling-in-rape-case-raises-alarm-on-military-hearings.html?emc=eta1&_r=0
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Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 9:57 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
Thirty Hours ("lawyers" grilled a female midshipman about her ****** habits)
Thirty Hours Who are these men, Do they have daughters, Mothers, sisters, granddaughters? Do they call tenderly their loving Wives Their ****** Behind closed doors? Thirty hours In the country I live, love and worry and wonder about... This is Justice blinded, But worse, Publicly, proclaiming, I am Deaf and Dumb, And lost in Her way. Thirty hours. I too, have a question. Have you no shame? --------------------------- WASHINGTON — For roughly 30 hours over several days, defense lawyers for three former United States Naval Academy football players grilled a female midshipman about her ****** habits. In a public hearing, they asked the woman, who has accused the three athletes of ****** her, whether she wore a bra, how wide she opened her mouth during oral *** and whether she had apologized to another midshipman with whom she had *********** “for being a ** http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/21/us/intrusive-grilling-in-rape-case-raises-alarm-on-military-hearings.html?emc=eta1&_r=0
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I'll scale the hairs of Lincoln's beard, Leap to the bridge of Roosevelt's nose, Balance on Jefferson's brow, Then plead on Washington's pate: *America, stop ******* up. I'm slipping on the eyes Of this granite outcrop*!
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
francie-lynch
Rushmore Tears
I'll scale the hairs of Lincoln's beard, Leap to the bridge of Roosevelt's nose, Balance on Jefferson's brow, Then plead on Washington's pate: *America, stop ******* up. I'm slipping on the eyes Of this granite outcrop*!
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i was there with the locked up free they stared straight through the bars at me the gate was open no one had to stay they spoke of church in exchange for food lights out with 50 smelly-ass bad moods i saw it superseded rude so, i walked down and ate the trash i had no church no shame no cash the garlic bread was free the sweet rolls weren't for me so, i walked back down to the dead-soul church to find a name i could besmirch with lust, debauch, an empty purse she told me she had her own room and bath we tried to pull one on the ***** said that we were legal hitched she asked for proof and I.D. we didn't have a thing that ended our sad little fling goody gumdrops ain't gonna get my ring grab my gear as i walk i sing i know the words to everything if i happen to forget i'll make up better ones you'll bet raised my sign and i raised my thumb hoped a car was gonna come sat there in the Yakima heat sign propped up next to my feet a nice redneck stopped and said "have a seat" he was welfare office bound i was just a broke road-hound waited for him in the shade told him jokes for smokes he made a good trade got dropped off at an angry sunning truck-stop flew my sign one eye out for cops a white guy in a small red car pulled up and said "i'll go that far" soon we broke down on the road i was sure my luck would soon implode instead we put our heads on think we woulda fixed the kitchen sink but waters last to beer when i drink we got some bolts and ******* 'em on before we knew it we were gone he got a smile i got this song then we hit Seattle like a **** nothins' right if ya don't know wrong NOTHINS' RIGHT IF YA DON'T KNOW WRONG
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
j-chicago
I'D **** ANYTHING BUT YAKIMA, WASHINGTON
i was there with the locked up free they stared straight through the bars at me the gate was open no one had to stay they spoke of church in exchange for food lights out with 50 smelly-ass bad moods i saw it superseded rude so, i walked down and ate the trash i had no church no shame no cash the garlic bread was free the sweet rolls weren't for me so, i walked back down to the dead-soul church to find a name i could besmirch with lust, debauch, an empty purse she told me she had her own room and bath we tried to pull one on the ***** said that we were legal hitched she asked for proof and I.D. we didn't have a thing that ended our sad little fling goody gumdrops ain't gonna get my ring grab my gear as i walk i sing i know the words to everything if i happen to forget i'll make up better ones you'll bet raised my sign and i raised my thumb hoped a car was gonna come sat there in the Yakima heat sign propped up next to my feet a nice redneck stopped and said "have a seat" he was welfare office bound i was just a broke road-hound waited for him in the shade told him jokes for smokes he made a good trade got dropped off at an angry sunning truck-stop flew my sign one eye out for cops a white guy in a small red car pulled up and said "i'll go that far" soon we broke down on the road i was sure my luck would soon implode instead we put our heads on think we woulda fixed the kitchen sink but waters last to beer when i drink we got some bolts and ******* 'em on before we knew it we were gone he got a smile i got this song then we hit Seattle like a **** nothins' right if ya don't know wrong NOTHINS' RIGHT IF YA DON'T KNOW WRONG
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I'm slow to the boil and takes a lot to **** me off. WARNING: Stop reading if you dislike vents. A truth we all know but WONT discuss IS race relations in America ***** How did it come to all this open bigotry and so many stupid racist comments? ****** shame that my race still don't get that ALL people are created equal. Maybe other regions get it but not my area with it's tons of racists. In my area people believe all blacks lie, steal, cheat, live in ghettos, black is the wrong race and white is always right and superior. BULL!!! I will never be ignorant and speak ignorance like I hear in my area "Ship them back to Africa their homeland!"   Wake up! Africa is everybody's motherland!!!   My dander is up because stupid racist bogus flagged a video of a friend. Not bad enough they call venues so the lady can't get a local gig or they posted bogus mugshots of convicts on Craigslist faking it was her..... ATTENTION people from Northern Michigan: YOU PEOPLE NEED TO RETHINK WHAT YOU THINK AND SAY ABOUT MINORITIES!!! ****** she's proving she doesn't need Northern Michigan to get her music heard? Calling venue to get her fired and lose jobs didn't stop her from singing. You can't flag this and to remove like you did on Craigslist. I stopped posting on Craigslist after all the **** talk about my friend. She got targeted by ignorant racist assuming ALL black women are like the Kerry Washington's character on Scandal. Betty's not a bed hopper and she doesn't ***** around with married men. I can't speak for Kerry Washington. Betty doesn't speak ghetto talk as my area calls it and she's not like the stereotypes racist paint all blacks to be. Blew their minds that Betty's a hell of a lot smarter than them and she's not lazy, ignorant or the N word they love calling blacks. Fed up with the racism in my area, Northern Michigan and the nation. ****** because anonymous ignorant went to Youtube and flagged my friend Betty Ponder's new G-rated video for inappropriate content and got it removed. Inappropriate content my ***
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
matt-morgan
WARNING: Don't read if you don't like vents
I'm slow to the boil and takes a lot to **** me off. WARNING: Stop reading if you dislike vents. A truth we all know but WONT discuss IS race relations in America ***** How did it come to all this open bigotry and so many stupid racist comments? ****** shame that my race still don't get that ALL people are created equal. Maybe other regions get it but not my area with it's tons of racists. In my area people believe all blacks lie, steal, cheat, live in ghettos, black is the wrong race and white is always right and superior. BULL!!! I will never be ignorant and speak ignorance like I hear in my area "Ship them back to Africa their homeland!"   Wake up! Africa is everybody's motherland!!!   My dander is up because stupid racist bogus flagged a video of a friend. Not bad enough they call venues so the lady can't get a local gig or they posted bogus mugshots of convicts on Craigslist faking it was her..... ATTENTION people from Northern Michigan: YOU PEOPLE NEED TO RETHINK WHAT YOU THINK AND SAY ABOUT MINORITIES!!! ****** she's proving she doesn't need Northern Michigan to get her music heard? Calling venue to get her fired and lose jobs didn't stop her from singing. You can't flag this and to remove like you did on Craigslist. I stopped posting on Craigslist after all the **** talk about my friend. She got targeted by ignorant racist assuming ALL black women are like the Kerry Washington's character on Scandal. Betty's not a bed hopper and she doesn't ***** around with married men. I can't speak for Kerry Washington. Betty doesn't speak ghetto talk as my area calls it and she's not like the stereotypes racist paint all blacks to be. Blew their minds that Betty's a hell of a lot smarter than them and she's not lazy, ignorant or the N word they love calling blacks. Fed up with the racism in my area, Northern Michigan and the nation. ****** because anonymous ignorant went to Youtube and flagged my friend Betty Ponder's new G-rated video for inappropriate content and got it removed. Inappropriate content my ***
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Along the banks of Lake Shelbyville That’s what I think of when it’s your birthday A camp fire burning on a cool April night We two drinking hot mauled cider Or better yet “Hornsby’s Draft Cider” Talking and laughing Making up parodies Parodies of Zeppelin and Floyd songs Listening to the nightingales and the crickets And watching fire light That almost appears to be living Watching slow rolling clouds, and feeling the whispering wind Rolling in and out and over and under The engaging light of the moon and stars And maybe some of our friends were there And maybe it was only us Brother and sister Best friends forever Retelling stories of our past Creating memories for our future Waxing religion and philosophy Such philistines, think my parents And your parents don’t get it And yes we have separate parents And yes we have the same parents (Adoption is a funny thing you see) You are my funny BIG, BIG, BIG brother Santa Claus, Sasquatch, Cave Man, and Viking And I am your little crazy sister Flower Child and Sacagawea And it is your birthday And I love you always Love, Sarah Jane Gillian Tiffany Michelle Whispering Wind Grider Minks Summers Jonathan George Washington Francis Fleming Greenlee Whiter Liston Hall Aka Awesome Pagan Goddess
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Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 1:36 PM UTC
sarah-minks
Happy Birthday from Whispering Wind to Slow Cloud (April 28, 2012)
Along the banks of Lake Shelbyville That’s what I think of when it’s your birthday A camp fire burning on a cool April night We two drinking hot mauled cider Or better yet “Hornsby’s Draft Cider” Talking and laughing Making up parodies Parodies of Zeppelin and Floyd songs Listening to the nightingales and the crickets And watching fire light That almost appears to be living Watching slow rolling clouds, and feeling the whispering wind Rolling in and out and over and under The engaging light of the moon and stars And maybe some of our friends were there And maybe it was only us Brother and sister Best friends forever Retelling stories of our past Creating memories for our future Waxing religion and philosophy Such philistines, think my parents And your parents don’t get it And yes we have separate parents And yes we have the same parents (Adoption is a funny thing you see) You are my funny BIG, BIG, BIG brother Santa Claus, Sasquatch, Cave Man, and Viking And I am your little crazy sister Flower Child and Sacagawea And it is your birthday And I love you always Love, Sarah Jane Gillian Tiffany Michelle Whispering Wind Grider Minks Summers Jonathan George Washington Francis Fleming Greenlee Whiter Liston Hall Aka Awesome Pagan Goddess
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*No, no, no, Dirtbreath. I say we call the big one an elephant, and the small one a mouse*.                                              Eve I'm sure red's a better color for me.                                               M. Monroe She has a face that could sink a thousand ships.                                               Ulysses *Now that Hawking's dead, I'm the smartest guy on Earth.*                                              D. Trump You're too Jung to understand the Superego.                                               S. Freud No. You keep it. I have enough.                                               B. Graham Are you sure that's the Delaware?                                               G. Washington E=Mc Donalds.                                               A. Einstein Go pound salt.                                               Gandhi What day is it?                                                Roosevelt That's one small.... oops!                                                N. Armstrong I don't remember any of my dreams.                                                M.L. King, Jr. Hey, John, I can see your house from up here.                                                 Jesus Beaches, fields, streets, hills. Did I leave anything out?                                                 W. Churchill Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course I wrote 'em all.                                                  R. Starr It's just too big to wrap your brain around.                                                  S. Hawking Don't lose your head. This won't change a thing.                                                   Robespierre Before I was fined, I walked the line.                                                    J. Cash Could you lengthen the title and shorten the book?                                                   Tolstoy's editor What if we put the workers on conveyor belts?                                                    H. Ford I have a splitting headache... hmmm, interesting.                                                    Oppenheimer I've never liked orange juice.                                                     N. Brown Really? You want to blame me?                                                     ****** He stings like a butterfly.                                                      S. Liston #timesup #metoo                                                      A. Boleyn Mr. Watson. Come here. Spare me a dime?                                                       Bell Roebuck said he'd be back in ten minutes.                                                       R.W. Sears To be or to do be do be do.                                                       Shakespeare/Sinatra *When you call me Whitey, I get cotton pickin ****** off.*                                                       E. Whitney We're the team to beat!                                                       Toronto Maple Leafs Don't call me a Mother!                                                       Mother Theresa Is that a Cuban?                                                       M. Lewinsky
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
francie-lynch
Did They Really Say That
*No, no, no, Dirtbreath. I say we call the big one an elephant, and the small one a mouse*.                                              Eve I'm sure red's a better color for me.                                               M. Monroe She has a face that could sink a thousand ships.                                               Ulysses *Now that Hawking's dead, I'm the smartest guy on Earth.*                                              D. Trump You're too Jung to understand the Superego.                                               S. Freud No. You keep it. I have enough.                                               B. Graham Are you sure that's the Delaware?                                               G. Washington E=Mc Donalds.                                               A. Einstein Go pound salt.                                               Gandhi What day is it?                                                Roosevelt That's one small.... oops!                                                N. Armstrong I don't remember any of my dreams.                                                M.L. King, Jr. Hey, John, I can see your house from up here.                                                 Jesus Beaches, fields, streets, hills. Did I leave anything out?                                                 W. Churchill Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course I wrote 'em all.                                                  R. Starr It's just too big to wrap your brain around.                                                  S. Hawking Don't lose your head. This won't change a thing.                                                   Robespierre Before I was fined, I walked the line.                                                    J. Cash Could you lengthen the title and shorten the book?                                                   Tolstoy's editor What if we put the workers on conveyor belts?                                                    H. Ford I have a splitting headache... hmmm, interesting.                                                    Oppenheimer I've never liked orange juice.                                                     N. Brown Really? You want to blame me?                                                     ****** He stings like a butterfly.                                                      S. Liston #timesup #metoo                                                      A. Boleyn Mr. Watson. Come here. Spare me a dime?                                                       Bell Roebuck said he'd be back in ten minutes.                                                       R.W. Sears To be or to do be do be do.                                                       Shakespeare/Sinatra *When you call me Whitey, I get cotton pickin ****** off.*                                                       E. Whitney We're the team to beat!                                                       Toronto Maple Leafs Don't call me a Mother!                                                       Mother Theresa Is that a Cuban?                                                       M. Lewinsky
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Washington DC deeply mourns Elegance at its best The horizon of sunrise to sun down which can both contest The term “STAND BY YOUR MAN” Nancy Reagan fits that caravan Social butterfly Nancy Reagan was her married last name But her life also surrounded Hollywood in bringing her fame Yet Nancy Reagan had a very fulfilled life She lived throughout her creed Her mission was to continue to proceed Nancy Reagan’s name known throughout the world The world’s heart captivated in tears But her life contributed in having no fears It was Nancy Reagan’s pause being her own class act This is a true known fact There was emptiness in her heart, and she longed to hear her late husband Ronald Reagan voice once again Ronald Reagan’s voice did call I saved you a place to be by my side Heaven was all prepared The chariot was set just right Suddenly there was a strong beaming light Nancy Reagan responded that the light was extremely bright It was the signal for Nancy Reagan to come up I saw two flying Doves It was each in enduring love Nancy Reagan will be missed She left an enriched and embraced life But she also states, don’t mourn long for me I am at rest in a place I want to be Yes I was Nancy Reagan for all to see But I want you to remember me as Nancy You know, the one into fashion and fancy My three components, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND DESTINED This sums up Nancy Reagan’s life while she lived Her devotion in time that she would normally give Her motto, Live on, but be involved The world’s problems, just try to solve My legacy of who I was speaks for itself Don’t think of me like everybody else As a Dove, I must fly on to the next chapter of my life A journey far and long, but Heaven is where I belong I hear music in my arrival I hear singing of joy My life has been fulfilled and I want you all to carry on still I say until we meet again to all my loving friends.
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
preservationman
A DOVE HAS FLOWN AWAY A Tribute to NANCY REAGAN
Washington DC deeply mourns Elegance at its best The horizon of sunrise to sun down which can both contest The term “STAND BY YOUR MAN” Nancy Reagan fits that caravan Social butterfly Nancy Reagan was her married last name But her life also surrounded Hollywood in bringing her fame Yet Nancy Reagan had a very fulfilled life She lived throughout her creed Her mission was to continue to proceed Nancy Reagan’s name known throughout the world The world’s heart captivated in tears But her life contributed in having no fears It was Nancy Reagan’s pause being her own class act This is a true known fact There was emptiness in her heart, and she longed to hear her late husband Ronald Reagan voice once again Ronald Reagan’s voice did call I saved you a place to be by my side Heaven was all prepared The chariot was set just right Suddenly there was a strong beaming light Nancy Reagan responded that the light was extremely bright It was the signal for Nancy Reagan to come up I saw two flying Doves It was each in enduring love Nancy Reagan will be missed She left an enriched and embraced life But she also states, don’t mourn long for me I am at rest in a place I want to be Yes I was Nancy Reagan for all to see But I want you to remember me as Nancy You know, the one into fashion and fancy My three components, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND DESTINED This sums up Nancy Reagan’s life while she lived Her devotion in time that she would normally give Her motto, Live on, but be involved The world’s problems, just try to solve My legacy of who I was speaks for itself Don’t think of me like everybody else As a Dove, I must fly on to the next chapter of my life A journey far and long, but Heaven is where I belong I hear music in my arrival I hear singing of joy My life has been fulfilled and I want you all to carry on still I say until we meet again to all my loving friends.
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