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The Wind Is Blowing, and Something Smells

Yes, I know fetid air has been filtering in Everyone around chokes on the stench, sour gin disguised as sweet words from the mouth of the depraved, loving sin one can never smother foul barnyard scents It would take a thousand fragrant candles to burn the donkey's ass and get rid of the offensive odor and smelly gas I sincerely wish this community could become a site with more class Will the rancid winds change direction so the fumes of cow dung stink up another pasture? Something needs a serious correction so, the sweet scent of roses once more permeates the garden of poetry poets dancing in harmony galore

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Kelli White

Date: 5/16/2024 9:42:00 AM

Love the animal references having grown up on a farm I am fully familiar with poop and stink and flies. Thoroughly enjoyed, Kelli

Sara Kendrick

Date: 4/3/2024 4:20:00 AM

I guess I am out of the loop and don't have a clue about anything. LOL..Creative writing. The title caught my attention since people are burning woodlands area after having timber cut and some of those burnings are including old tires (which is illegal) but it is happening anyway. It is making me sick when it happens night after night. They do the burning at night to try to avoid getting caught. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara K

Joe Maverick

Date: 10/15/2023 1:19:00 PM

Agreed Arthur, I am all for co-hesion especially In poetry and other arts, for I feel we have much To learn, and to share with others.' I am aggreived as the corrosion of fellowship, that I see..Have seen' (If i truly beleive this?) I must Reach out.' Look past any differences I hold I hope? no anomousity to anyone here, and wish to Negate any division manufactured by external Bodies..For if that is their aim I will deny it.' And them any further targets.' Thank you for Creating this write.'

Tania Kitchin

Date: 10/15/2023 5:53:00 AM

Art, how did I miss this gem, a great poem, the soup has become a bit smelly!

Ts Poetry

Date: 10/13/2023 10:17:00 AM

It's coming from the east I believe... Luckily we have Bedard to keep me distracted lol

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/13/2023 10:35:00 PM

Arlington?

Jan Allison

Date: 10/13/2023 8:16:00 AM

Lol Art, I am worried you are after my poop crown . To quote Bob Dylan's lyrics "How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they're forever banned?" After 7/8 accounts the forever ban aint gonna happen! hugs jan xx

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/13/2023 10:43:00 PM

Way before my time but I actually know that song, and love it.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/13/2023 10:35:00 PM

Farlo and Marlow went into a bar, one of them farted, so off to Kilimanjaro there he will sit, a total embargo, the prison guard assures us, a big man named Gerardo

Mark Koplin

Date: 10/13/2023 7:15:00 AM

Great ink Art!! Maybe we could try some lume on this butt crack of the soup. Lol

Arthur Vaso
Date: 10/13/2023 10:38:00 PM

hahaha good one my friend. and can you believe someone here dos not believe in free speech? I think the brain is a little ajar so.

Jan Allison
Date: 10/13/2023 8:17:00 AM

or some ex lax which may cure verbal diarrhea lol