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White Christmas

Father Christmas carries a sack
Filled with 420 kilos of crack
Father Christmas, give us a hit
Roll up a joint of your dankest sh*t
Father Spliffmas sing us a song
Get out your matches and light up the bong

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014



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My favorite song

I cant remember the lyrics but it goes something like
Voooooooofoooooodooooohoooo
luduguhudumudusee
leeboodeelobungoly
then some lyrics about a girl
then the guitar goes
(ba ba ba papapapa
baaa babababa baaaa babababa
papapaaaaaaadadadaeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
then there's a kind of cool rythm to it that sounds like a bongo being played under water.

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Answer It

Bobby is an amputee
He's got no elbows got no knees
But Bobby moves- to some degree
When Bobby bobs across the sea

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Untitledtrash2

Caviar for dinner, hotdogs for lunch
Sit back, smoke some weed and eat Captain Crunch.

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Laundry Day

I'm a mind raper
I'm a fine rapper
You'd better stay out of my way
Cause my nine's always strapped
Even on laundry day
Got my glock tucked in my sweatpants
Quarter cup of Tide® Enhance™
Roll up to the laundromat
You want yo titties autographed?

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Deer Hunter

You may not be a playa
But you got some pretty eyes
You oughta find a pretty girl
Get between her pretty thighs
Buy her pointless gifts
And tell her little lies
 
Like how you'd love to meet her dad
And say you really like her hair
Claim you'll never leave her side
Your life you'll always share
 
If her friends don't aprove
Make her dump those f*ck*ng hoes
She dont need them if she has you
But absolutely keep your bros
 
 
Always care to keep her happy
If she's mad, it really doesn't matter
Just buy that b*tch some chocolate
Then ask if she thinks she's getting fatter
 
Then one day you come home early
Find some dude inside your bed
You'll ask "how could you do this?"
"I like this dude instead"
 
Then a few weeks later
Your fling over, her to blame
She'll max the credit cards you shared
They were really in your name
 
And somehow she turned your mom against you
Good thing your friends are on your side
Except of course for chad
Cause he's making her his bride
 
I always have to pity guys
Who fall in love with pretty eyes
And fly high in sh*tty skies

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Bright And Morning Star

     BRIGHT AND MORNING STAR
The grace of all He is be with you all
as certain as the end, the promised love
comes quickly as a thief, to bring the fall
of what the world's become, and singing of.

Behold how quickly comes, from Alphas flame;
as naught can end unless it has begun;
the light of one who's called a holy name
will light Jeruselum without the sun.

These words were said--to write--Omega's near.
And all who can will find the narrow way,
as prophesied for all the world to hear,
and then the bride says, come, this is the day.

Those hearing all will come, from near and far,
to Davids' own, a bright and morning star.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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The Going Insane

     SARAJEVO the going insane
Could anyone explain the going mad
of someone whom your life's depended on,
or how, the sanity, all they have had
grows weaker until all they've had is gone?

You know their love's been such a part of you
but life had reason, it just couldn't stay,
and in your heart you know the love was true,
it did not end, it only slipped away.

To watch, as those you've loved, grow weak in mind
is watching death--in all your eyes can see,
and helpless, all your hope is but to find
their death is not as fast as death should be.

   It takes a long time knowing all is gone
   and longer finding reason to go on.
© Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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Pimp-Luscious

I got a bad case of the avian flu
It's a bad case and the prescription is you
There's a bird out there that's gotten me
That writes mad rhymes to a Rotten T

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Take Me 3

Our love is like a pilot light
Burning long, burning bright
But if that light beomes erratic 
And gas leaks out into my attic
The compresser on my fridge turns on
 Bam! the relics of my life are gone

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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The Peacekeepers - Sarajevo

        SARAJEVO the peacekeepers
Tomorrow there won't come a morning bright
filled with a hope that peace has come at last
and smiling girls can't dance out of a night
that's been too dark and too long in the past;

from out of troubled dreams, peacekeepers dare
to bring an end to hates' eternity
not knowing it is roots that brought it there
they stumble in the cold and misery,

they'd surely dance with all the girls they find
except their worlds are separated by
the ways that time's erased from their own mind
and so they scratch their heads, and wonder why;

   an understanding never comes around
   and so they leave it all the way it's found.
© Ron Arbuthnot

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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FF

I'm a laid back dope-*ss pipe hitting n*gg*r
You're a laid off broke-*ss wife hitting hipster 

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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SARAJEVO the anxiety

       SARAJEVO - THE ANXIETY
A wave that grows from deep inside of me
to bring me down I feel it start to grow;
its' only name--is called--anxiety,
where it comes from no one could ever know.

As tiny needles prick my skin, I feel
sensation of a drifting tenderness 
that goes from here to there, and so un-real.
It leads my mind to only second guess

at what's invading to the soul I own
fortelling what has been and what must be
from Sarajevo where my life has grown
into the death I recognize as me.

I'm but a vagrant never meant to know
too soon forgotten like a Balkan snow.
© Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron Wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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Untitledtrash

I've got a lot of hoes
I've got a lot of bros
I've got a lot of dough
And I've got a lot of blow
But I've got a lot of woes
Yo 

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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SARAJEVO - the Sniper

      SARAJEVO - the sniper
He hides behind the dirty window pane
with eyes all cold and void of any care 
in blinding heat or through a drizzle rain
his thoughts are only what has brought him there

his mind's not thinking that's a special friend
nor is that girl in love; he doesn't care;
the choice comes on with no thought of the end
and made, perhaps, because she's standing there.

His sight is set, and all she'll ever be
gives way to things her life will never know
and when she falls and lays there helplessly
his only thought is she was quick to go.

     All in a breath, he's layed her to the street;
     and ended life to make his day complete.
© Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron Wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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itle

I, much like the text of this poem
Try desperately to escape the boxes I am forced into
"; DROP TABLE poems; 

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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This is Just a List of Sitcom Characters

Florida Evans
Ethel Mertz
Theodore Huxtable
Michael Scott
Mary Albright
Bob Vance 
Dr. Johnny Fever
George Jefferson
Esther Anderson
Mayor Quimby
J.J. Evans 
Lily Aldrin
Lisa Douglas
Gloria Stivic
Uncle Fester
Oliver Wendell Douglas
Arnold Ziffel
Archie Bunker
Gomez Addams
Baldrick
Gomer Pyle
Lord Percy Percy
Grady Wilson
Wally Cleaver

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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hobnob

Poems are pointless
Poets are dense
To filter expression
Through  meaningless lens
If I'm feeling sad
Yet tell you I'm blue
Do my words really have
a deeper meaning to you
Blue skies turn gray
The clouds will never pass
I think that I shall
Take an umbrella to class

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Sarajevo - Death Comes

     Sarajevo - Death Comes
For Sarajevo, death is never known,
to bring an end, to what the body feels,
in love or hate, together, or alone,
death has no mercy for one's last appeals.

Death never fails to bring the solitude
those living on in pain, would surely bless,
though we don't always want it to intrude,
death comes no matter what our happiness!

Death's kiss is not a thing to worry of,
it all belongs to you! No other's claim
can steal away your very greatest love,
and not one love in life is near the same!

Death comes from out of hate and Balkan clay
to those who've never found another way.       
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Oh mum don't kill me

oh mum, don't kill me if you can't afford dowry.
oh mum,don't kill me if you want a boy to birth,
oh mum, throw me alive to live on this earth,
oh mum, don't dig a hole to hide me as indian myth;
oh mum, just educate me then never feel sorry.
i shall serve you as a servant don't feel pain my living,
please ask my brother if he can protect me if dare having.
I can walk on thorns to keep you happy don't cage my 
worry,
why is Indian culture don't believe that I am also human?
why is security matter for me as a man is nudity fan?
don't afraid from gangs they are coward can't face a girl,
they can't love to daughter and sisters, looking beauty 
pearl,
they kill girls, demanding dowry, live in a cultural 
whoolpearl,
when women 'll be free in india that's facing degrading 
curl.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2013

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The Fall Of Baghdad

     THE FALL OF BAGHDAD
What rite of passage, moves one to the light,
and through the healing of all earthly ail,
bestows this breath of life, to make it right,
Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail.

Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky,
nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl

In algebric expression, your unknown,
will show the spirit world we fail to see,
Your recognizing from your flowers grown
In Poppy fields, your highs not meant to be.

We've paid the price, for all to bear your sin
And left you with no peace you have to win.

Each algebric expression drives us mad,
now your unknown is where we have to hide,
it matters not your ending will be sad,
Scheherazade may dance, but she has lied.

The streets of Baghdad--Babylon's decay
Are made to waste, they will not have their day.

No Shamanistic eye can bear your weight,
nor transforms what you've been to other things,
and when you see the truth, it's all in hate
that brings the end, of which all life now sings.

Witch Doctors all have read bones all the same,
It is our end, and Babylon's to blame.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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Xasperating Dilema

I've got exes of both sexes but what vexes and perplexes me when i'm riding in my Lexus and I get to feelin reckless is every time I see a "chick" I gotta wonder what the sex is. 

Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Sarajevo - Dying Time

           SARAJEVO the dying time
In this the winter of the growing old
and failing of the hearts, a human crime,
as freezing rain falls thru the bitter cold
a welcomed bit of life is dying time.

No more to feel the pain of day to day
explaining to themselves, the misery,
of what the world's allowed to come their way
but time will prove it's what was meant to be;

and if a snipers aim might bring the end
of any hope still left to call upon,
there's no one who could even comprehend
what's happened to a time that's dead and gone.

    And on the streets their blood will make a stain
    until it's washed away by warmer rain.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdoa the oylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Vrbanja - Bridge of Death - Sarajevo 1995

 VRBANJA - BRIDGE OF DEATH - SARAJEVO 1995
You steal the light when there is none to see
when there is nothing left, you take it all,
For Sarajevo. just the shell of we
stands mesmerized; and backed against the wall. 

Our Balken moon's behind some branches bare
We watch it move so slow and lovingly
until it leaves the trees behind, and there,
is just the shadow of its smile to see.

No one may loose the power of ones dreams
to bathe in sunlight of a brighter day,
we stay to die where love's not what it seems,
you speak to us in words you never say.

Our sniper waits, across the Bridge of Death
in air so cold, we only see his breath.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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SARAJEVO - Beginnings

       SARAJEVO - Beginnings
They've known their only friends weren't here to stay
but only come to spend a night or two
in hopes of putting off the judgement day
that's closing in no matter what they do;

all chances are the story will be sad
but who recalls beginnings, when it ends?
To lay the blame would only drive one mad
and so they lay the blame upon their friends

who leave them to the way that's come around
in spite of all the tears there are to cry
for love of Sarajevo, hallowed ground
a fitting place for one to stand and die.

   And all the world will hear the final plea
   but pass it off as what was meant to be.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Sarajevo Secrets of the Spider's Web

   Sarajevo - SECRETS OF THE SPIDER'S WEB
The spice of life, a nectar to the heart
if one can find it, Sarajevo's flow,
in this, their time, death's made this dream a part
of ev'ry way they wants their life to go!

With rings and potions, camels hair or eye,
and just a trace of kale that's come to rot
it cannot fail to bring the wanted high
for all who sip to gain all life has got!

The secrets of all time are just the chase
as sweet as honey to a baby's milk 
un-recognized when one is face to face
and bound as tight as any spider's silk!

Confusion plagues the minds who never see
how sweet the spice of life can come to be!

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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SARAJEVO -Whores of Babylon

 Sarajevo - WHORES OF BABYLON
To talk of love, in such a time as now
is letting loose the devil in his day
for what is love is what life will allow
in search of feeling good in any way;

in sweet temptation of the heart and mind
they jump into what love has come to mean
then wrap theirr lives in what there is to find
and Sarajevo feels what's never seen.

Too late, discovery makes all hearts to see
They've let their beds to whores who want to stay,
and love, the joke, has layed so casually
where they have slept the night, and thru the day;

it's easy to be there in loves embrace
and so they never look love in the face. 

© Ron Wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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SARAJneZoEVO - the Safe

          SARAJEVO the safe zone
The missiles come down from surrounding green
hills made for home, but now are turned into
the hiding place for death that's always been
a part of life as life they always knew,

and when the sound of it comes to the mind
all Sarajevo hears the boom it makes
and wonders if there's any way to find
some hope, a bit of peace, as morning breaks;

the children close their eyes and make the run
not caring where their feet are running to
as shots ring out--some fired in just for fun
not caring what a little fun can do.

   And all the world it watches in surprise   
   if any falls, or any stops and cries.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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SARAJEVO - the Going Insane

     SARAJEVO the going insane
Could anyone explain the going mad
of someone that your life's depended on,
or how, the sanity, all they have had
grows weaker until all they've had is gone?

You know their love's been such a part of you
but life had reason that it couldn't stay,
and in your heart you know the love was true,
it did not end, it only slipped away.

To watch, as those you've loved, grow weak in mind
is watching death--in all your eyes can see,
and helpless, all your hope is but to find
that death is not as slow as death can be.

   It takes a long time knowing all is gone
   and longer finding reason to go on.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Drifting In the Hale-Bopp

        DRIFTING IN THE HALE-BOPP
The puzzle comes apart deep in the sky;
calls nothing that is concrete to the mind;
as far as we can tell and meets the eye
the reason for the tail's not ours to find.

We stand confused, and only guess at why
the wonder of it all has stilled our voice
did David Korish ever really die?
and is it all worked out, with little choice?

Mount Carmel but a coming of an age
the catostrophic ending of mistake,
what hope is there to ever quell the rage
appeassing what is wrong, for honors sake?

      Is there a sign that's ever flown the sky
       or is it just a dream where-in we die?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013