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Allen Wilbert Oct 2013
*****

I like *****, I like ****,
before you touch, you must get permits.
Nothing like a nice pair of assets,
oh how puppies make nice pets.
Bazongas are ***** that are large,
strippers and hookers, will always charge.
Nothing like the perfect *****,
but only on the perfect woman.
******* are yummy dark or white,
but first you must wait for an invite.
Some girls even have a third ******,
do not squeeze says Mr. Whipple.
I don't mind girls on the itty, bitty, ***** committee,
on a carpenters dream, I show no pity.
They could be called a bust, some call them cans,
a woman's squeeze box, all men are fans.
Chesticles is a term I have never heard,
but everyday, I learn a new word.
I like cones, I like jugs,
girls with big ones, I give hugs.
Al Bundy loved calling them *******,
at the restaurant, I wish I was one of the recruiters.
A girl with a nice set of knockers,
might find herself with unwanted stalkers.
Fergie sang about her lovely lady lumps,
a good set of melons, still give me goose bumps.
***** always come in a pair,
why do bra's, they have to wear.
Even men who smoke lots of crack,
still can appreciate a good sized rack.
I don't care if there fake or real.
in a crowded room, I always cop a feel.
Girls love showing off some cleavage,
I wish I lived in a ***** village.
Babies need breast milk to make them stronger,
if the mom is hot, they may do it longer.
In conclusion, I love *****,
with whipped cream or melting ice cubes.
SweetCindy Jan 2013
Some people--
that is not everybody
Not even the majority but the minority.
Not counting the schools where one must,
and the poets themselves,
there will be perhaps two in a thousand.

Like--
but we also like chicken noodle soup,
we like compliments and the color blue,
we like our old scarves,
we like to have our own way,
we like to pet dogs.

Poetry--
but what is poetry.
More than one flimsy answer
has been given to that question.
And I don't know, and don't know, and I
cling to it as to a life line.
- by Wislawa Szymborska
She was beautiful & humble & rich with emotion & words & sharing thoughts. I wish I could have met her, spoken with her, received her inspiration.
CK Baker Feb 2019
Dry veins branch the dead gulch
cinder cones set on a marble tan scape
fanning sands sketch ephemeral
fossil plates fold under columns of gray

Mountain back steep at the crevasse
sinkhole spots form on parallel nine
sulfur pipe stems from molten ash
withered shrubs and crumbling spines

silt fields cover the foothills
swayback shed near the Whipple tree barn
tumbledown shacks form the patchwork
from goat canyon ranch to big bison farm

Salt lakes fractured in amber
sickle-bush cut at the bowline knot
a half-moon traced by the viper
oxbow streams and valley grot
Lucan Oct 2011
I wonder what she thinks they'll learn tonight
From two blocks off, from lonesome hoot, mad shriek
And metal moan, this blinking ruby eye?
Transport, I guess, a ticket out from bleak
Existences: this boy, this girl, their Mom,
Three sidewalk engineers who've claimed worn seats
To marvel once again where wheels come from,
Who catch trains up in nets of city streets.

"This one's so long!" the young girl shouts. "You're right!"
Mom points through blast and blur. "Just look at all
Those tanker cars!" Her son, in fevered thrall,
Counts loud and hops, to keep his tally true.      

I wonder what she thinks she's shared tonight,
The kids in bed, train gone? Though I'd watched too.
See the Lazer beams that evilness stings
Sings a beautiful graphic scenes greens
Are often used to confuse the views *****
Through lifes struggle tryna make a muscle
Everyday hustle got us fighting something
That can't none of us see but i see humanity
Fallin' down the steps of the path of insanity
They labelled me crazy çuz of the marked conspiracy
I broke from the condemn dimmed halos
watching diablos flexing pistols at the mental
Let my thoughts go gentle got kids sentimental
So i had to restructure the cycle like Michael
Im feelin' bad cursed from my dad it was a fad
That father time had made bids with the sinister
Ministers of the hidden earth before my birth
My black dot couldn't register the girth
My worth couldn't be brought or sought
Peep the madness that was caught hawks
Aimming at pigeons
controllin' the militant complex religions
Envision decision made off of broke visions
Suspension on me from the ****** society
I been black since Prince Whipple crossed the
sea
With Washington's infantry of armies revolutionary
War count the stars you'll see alot of black scars


Yo **** what you heard Ill
Lay a herd
Of my words stinging like Larry Birds
Vocals played on a 33rd crossed that
Out map out see me draw out a
clout
Reroute the slave scenery pictures of me
And my lost families dynasties royal
But I'm feeling good in the neighborhood
Media scared of the
blackwoods
Burning fires revenged the past devils sins
Sticking like a syringe pain injectin' infants
Black but we aint having that retrace back
Black Wallstreet standing over skyscrapers
Getting papers so enemies inhale the vapors
Live funk overdose I'm standing too close
Over the edge meditate of the flashes message
Slowly pounding my head break the feds
Phone taps cuz I'm of my raw raps perhaps
Ya need to find a new hobby I'm the Robby
Robinson golden age bodybuilding
In a rage let my smoke uncaged engaged
Critics with a twelve gauge became a renegade
Serenade the streets once we connect a meet
Crowds coming in like ocean tides
Hide my pride see a white face try to coincide
The business what is this? Its similar to Chris
Slaughtered many Indians and Mexicans
Over Benjamin's so whos the real immigrant?
****** is coming back on the attack at the Senate
Will your Nancy-boy love tricks be scorchingly hot & juicily tender
like a basting turkey bird, or cold & rigid like a cream-sickled ****?  
Your swollen-stiff ***** carry more milk than a tanker ship'll, with
each sporting a petcock that, in ****** vernacular, is called a ******
to gay, Charmin-squeezing **** Wilson wiping *** as Mr. Whipple
whose other hobby was ******' off the pope with Prayers for Bobby
I wait by the chain-link gate away from my Purina dog dish & plate
'cause it's the waiting I hate when your sorry, dog-feeding *** is late

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