Three times the mass of the sun
were the boobs of stripper, Priscilla the Hun.
And when the adoring men yelled out for more,
she'd shimmy and knock 'em all to the floor ~
first with the left, and then with the right one.
Je je ke mar raha hun,
Mar mar ke je raha hun,
Dil ka haal ye hai, bas
Jise zehar pi raha hun.
Khud se hi bair hai ab,
Duniya se kya gila hai,
Jashn-e-gham manata
Aansu mein pi raha hun.
Uljhnein meri saheli,
Aansu mere saathi hai,
Pal pal bikhar ke janid,
Apni zindagi ji raha hun.
Duniya ki iss reet se,
Rishton ki iss preet se,
Mooh se, man meet se,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Jhuti muskurahat mein,
Dil ki her chaahat mein,
Dard ki is parwaahat mein,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Mitti se bane wajood mein,
Sapnon ke thake usool mein,
Aansu ki har boond mein,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Guzar gayi jo rahein thi,
Khwabon ki jo baahein thi,
Khoye hue fasane ki raahein thi,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Duniya ke rangon se door hoon,
Apne hi rang mein choor hoon,
Bas khamoshi mein purzor hoon,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Khatam hui umeedon ki baat,
Rishton ka har pyaala saath,
Dil ke har zakhm ki baat,
Mein pis chuka hun.
Mujhe yun hi rehne do ab,
Apni tanhaayi mein jeene do ab,
Is fasane se rukhsat lene do ab,
Kyunki, mein pis chuka hun.
Attila The Hun was that "Honey"
Who left girls 9-months with no money
And your DNA
May clearly display
Your ancestor found that NOT funny!
n.b. Attila The Hun was one of
history's more prolific fathers
As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers
A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon
In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver
From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun
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September 15, 2019
Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Source :My Sonnet “As I Took the Right Turn”
dated 27 June, 2019
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who is attila the hun...
no clue never taught
how do you make babies...
we dont god gives us from love
how...
delivered
where..
here
are you dead....
what is death
well do you sin...
what is a sin
what is growth...
growth is the difference
what is difference...
it is the path
whats a path...
a point to another
what is a point...
a billion atoms
what is an atom...
electrons and protons and neutrons
what is an electron...
i forgot
what is forget fullnesss...
remembrance is the brother of forget fullness
what is remembrence....
about love
THE CLASS WAS OVER
She is the Sun-
That left Light in my Eyes-
Embers in my Heart
&
Fire in my Soul.
Attila the Hun was a kindly old soul
He raped and plundered the land
With the aid of his murderous henchmen all
A truly psychotic man
The kind of man you'd like as a friend
If you love to ransack and pillage
Hitler was another of these murderous souls
Marauding each town and village
Need more of the likes of Benito Mussolini
Such honourable leaders all
But I harken back to Attila the Hun
His exploits leave me enthralled
May seem like I've tumbled over the edge
But I blame it on dear Eileen Ghali
She poked and prodded me into submission
Could no longer dilly and dally
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dedicated to my dear good friend Eileen Ghali!
When I died you came to my funeral
you stayed with me while they prayed
and after the service was over
you help carry me to my grave
when I died a pool of tears
from you came crashing down
but let a shy of relief was there from you
when no one was around
When I died you took my family in
and helped them through the bad time
you bought gifts to my children
and my wife a glass of wine
you reminded them I was in a better place
even though I went before my time
and you told them I had no more suffering
and that I would be just fine
you told them that I loved them
and I was with them no matter what
you told them that you missed me
and you felt this way but
tell me truly what is it
so that I may understand
Why did the knife that kilt me
come from your hand? HUN hun hun
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