"whata" poems - Hello Poetry

I still got my heart in my pocket And that same old locket Yeah the one with the scratch on the back Now I know that's a ********* fact The skies are burning red tonight And I can't seem to see right Where you are I can only guess to God Now I'm feeling heartbroken and oh' so small There's that guy with the fat left eye The one I punched last night for stealing my pie Oh there's that guy with the fat left eye I see him staring at your locket, whata' guy The curbs are burning red with hate on every corner The morgues are getting full with weary coroners Were left here on this place without a clue where to go Buy your ticket, rip your stub, enjoy the ride And hell lingers round' me as I walk along alone A sin in every mailbox, a catch in every mitt Sailing in my car with the windows down just a crack A lady last night she wished to give me a smack Heave away those lofty regrets that you never met Their weights in pasts that can be lost quite fast Look ahead to the greater beyond The last mountain to be seen will hold your song

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Mar 7, 2011

Mar 7, 2011 at 11:27 AM UTC

ashby-brown

Untitled

I still got my heart in my pocket And that same old locket Yeah the one with the scratch on the back Now I know that's a ********* fact The skies are burning red tonight And I can't seem to see right Where you are I can only guess to God Now I'm feeling heartbroken and oh' so small There's that guy with the fat left eye The one I punched last night for stealing my pie Oh there's that guy with the fat left eye I see him staring at your locket, whata' guy The curbs are burning red with hate on every corner The morgues are getting full with weary coroners Were left here on this place without a clue where to go Buy your ticket, rip your stub, enjoy the ride And hell lingers round' me as I walk along alone A sin in every mailbox, a catch in every mitt Sailing in my car with the windows down just a crack A lady last night she wished to give me a smack Heave away those lofty regrets that you never met Their weights in pasts that can be lost quite fast Look ahead to the greater beyond The last mountain to be seen will hold your song

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Went for a ride and out down to St. Ambrose Church For free community dinner Barbecue and make your own sundaes Little girls with pigtails eating watermelon Magic was the after-dinner entertainment Made some extra ***** appear in your hands read from the Flaming book Have the Steel Police check rings magically Made me laugh from my belly Nobody had eyes on us Just good times I don't think I've ever seen a child laugh so hard or look so amazed Thank you Was a delicious evening with friends on a ride through South Lincoln Little Woods Where the critters are Moose, bear, squirrels and otters swim and eating berries with Woodland Fairies holding flowers I've never seen except in dreams Or movie pictures Lichen glowing on the trees and the Mist over the mountains smiling down windy roads Where Ex CIA Artificial intelligence resides and Randy Quaid and conspiracy theories hide Back through Bristol Gap back home again to do it all over tomorrow Cherie Nolan © 2016

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC

Moi-Cherie

"Whata Day"

Went for a ride and out down to St. Ambrose Church For free community dinner Barbecue and make your own sundaes Little girls with pigtails eating watermelon Magic was the after-dinner entertainment Made some extra ***** appear in your hands read from the Flaming book Have the Steel Police check rings magically Made me laugh from my belly Nobody had eyes on us Just good times I don't think I've ever seen a child laugh so hard or look so amazed Thank you Was a delicious evening with friends on a ride through South Lincoln Little Woods Where the critters are Moose, bear, squirrels and otters swim and eating berries with Woodland Fairies holding flowers I've never seen except in dreams Or movie pictures Lichen glowing on the trees and the Mist over the mountains smiling down windy roads Where Ex CIA Artificial intelligence resides and Randy Quaid and conspiracy theories hide Back through Bristol Gap back home again to do it all over tomorrow Cherie Nolan © 2016

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When I don't feel Magic All my senses be lashing Grasping air even tragic Well-oh-well whata spell

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Jan 13, 2016

Jan 13, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC

john-p-green

Break Time?

When I don't feel Magic All my senses be lashing Grasping air even tragic Well-oh-well whata spell

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So's you're mamma! no she's not! double dog dare ya! you're cold, I'm hot! I know I am, but what are you? takes one, to know one! so funny, I forgot to laugh! does your fridge, still run? At five years old battles of words lame, and not that bold simple, and so clean stammered, uncontrolled Learning to be cruel innocence, thats lost whata silly fool! rolling out the nines really, not that cool Too bad, they turn into adults taught by experience hurting, putting down building up, a fence Society allows the jibs and jibes to stab at people's hearts creating laws with politics vitriol and hate, way off the charts We should just let them lie, and be As stick and stones may break the bones but words should never harm either you or me

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

Nah ahhh!

So's you're mamma! no she's not! double dog dare ya! you're cold, I'm hot! I know I am, but what are you? takes one, to know one! so funny, I forgot to laugh! does your fridge, still run? At five years old battles of words lame, and not that bold simple, and so clean stammered, uncontrolled Learning to be cruel innocence, thats lost whata silly fool! rolling out the nines really, not that cool Too bad, they turn into adults taught by experience hurting, putting down building up, a fence Society allows the jibs and jibes to stab at people's hearts creating laws with politics vitriol and hate, way off the charts We should just let them lie, and be As stick and stones may break the bones but words should never harm either you or me

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Hey hey, hey hey whata beautiful day My my, my my no need to wonder why Wake up, wake up there's coffee in the cup Laugh hard, laugh long sing each, and every song Open your mind, open your eyes today may be the very day you die

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Uncertainty

Hey hey, hey hey whata beautiful day My my, my my no need to wonder why Wake up, wake up there's coffee in the cup Laugh hard, laugh long sing each, and every song Open your mind, open your eyes today may be the very day you die

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Well holy SOB and MFG I'll never write the song of all the possibilities what may be write, or wrong I'll swear it's true not red, or blue political, or correct whata shame, just who's ta blame to what kind or dour effect So ride the rails success or fail the end is coming soon doing all too rise or fall in a waxing, waning moon

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Mar 30, 2019

Mar 30, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Wolf Sing

Well holy SOB and MFG I'll never write the song of all the possibilities what may be write, or wrong I'll swear it's true not red, or blue political, or correct whata shame, just who's ta blame to what kind or dour effect So ride the rails success or fail the end is coming soon doing all too rise or fall in a waxing, waning moon

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Some stories come with songs, some waltz in a lone, strange peace, with surface tension signaling something jes'wentwright, mmhmm wrought by god, twang taut copper wire whisting twing crash shards of ceramic insulation, change of situation - we were running stone to stone suddenly, the girl, it was a girl, kicked a stone she oughta stepped on and moved on, but she stepped out of line, so now, she limps, no need for me to tell her, once more, there is always a place to put your foot, - too long the blame, how long the shame? a messenger on the barefoot road knows, some songs are for the journey joy, some are for home come joy, some are for always joy. some are for once. For me. It ain't easy. But there's plants. Listen. Listen, as a mortal message, Hear this, does not remove the power in the word, read. gulpunctuated inequilibrium'n al alaq don't choke this is no joke… Had the most famous hearer of that message, "READ" obeyed, what a wonderfilled world might this be, eh, Satchmo? watchawatcha wa wah shooobeepshaboom shake it all shake it all whata wonder full world we see…. see the shelter fade… words as ash remain, to remind me of the wrightminder just burned on this point. For a story that wished to be poetry, just once more.

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Aug 6, 2021

Aug 6, 2021 at 9:30 PM UTC

kenpepiton

For a story that wished to be poetry

Some stories come with songs, some waltz in a lone, strange peace, with surface tension signaling something jes'wentwright, mmhmm wrought by god, twang taut copper wire whisting twing crash shards of ceramic insulation, change of situation - we were running stone to stone suddenly, the girl, it was a girl, kicked a stone she oughta stepped on and moved on, but she stepped out of line, so now, she limps, no need for me to tell her, once more, there is always a place to put your foot, - too long the blame, how long the shame? a messenger on the barefoot road knows, some songs are for the journey joy, some are for home come joy, some are for always joy. some are for once. For me. It ain't easy. But there's plants. Listen. Listen, as a mortal message, Hear this, does not remove the power in the word, read. gulpunctuated inequilibrium'n al alaq don't choke this is no joke… Had the most famous hearer of that message, "READ" obeyed, what a wonderfilled world might this be, eh, Satchmo? watchawatcha wa wah shooobeepshaboom shake it all shake it all whata wonder full world we see…. see the shelter fade… words as ash remain, to remind me of the wrightminder just burned on this point. For a story that wished to be poetry, just once more.

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