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See it came one night
He his woman friend, me my woman friend were out dancing. Dinner fine food. We were waiting for the call, we knew the deal was made, the details finalized. See those who had been loyal to both sides had been sain to be in great to good positioning. I was tryna stop cussing cause everything I was doing was working for everybody but me I broke up with someone who wanted a superhero, when I hooked up with " this thang here" I was struggling, lossed, confused" She stood by me like sum real romantic suppa trick. I love woman and she was the kind at the top of the line. Ain't have to say sumthangs to interrupt, just there and appreciated. News came right we at the club. Dude white with a tan, me black and pale, latino sexy came in pink lip punk, was to tell us by midnight to get the club crunked-up. But this but this cheap hussy liking malo, got lucky and was seconds from being on thyme. See it was 11:49 and I had been told to seat where the font camera was with Hootchie and wait for the live broadcast. Dude came up in here, like some first piece getting mark. And edged the time so close that the live feed camera guy thought we'd miss que. We got that chump straight with some fysta means. We like him but if it ain't focus to clear it, well it ain't no show. We filmed him in his boxers cause we grabbed him when he was nasty with the longate-llayibo. When they crowned me champ, I celebrated like any normal man. Kiss the woman, was slapped on my ass, and then came the hurt!
Argh resolution between
self and eldest
dear daughter more remote,
now then locating
a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
did deliberate smote
her upside the head, knocking
Eden Liat stone cold
in an abysmal trench
thus, this dada doth fear a mill
stone shaped albatross
around thy neck aye will tote,
where rotting bird
doth emit fetid oppressive stench
gloomily decry death asper,
paternal progeny blighted love
epitaph finis fate wrote.
Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity
steep dividend warrant wrought
chances greater finding needle in haystack
versus pointless thought
exercise regarding deus ex machina sought
forgiveness ex post facto, rethought,
yet miracle needed, viz
twill require against overwrought
progeny's psyche mor'n
solo requiem Te Deum never sung,
hence no guarantee
father as overthought
against embarkation entailing,
nor divine chorus baptizing can nought
assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought
hence fiery eternal damnation
no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought
by Jesse James, no penitence
bequeathed only dreadnought
visa vis admitting how affair
kneaded joyus kindling brought
philandering husband discovered
emotional refuge (against spousal
epithet strewn expletive language,
whence mistress besought
similar sexual satisfaction,
and subsequent fallout an afterthought.
retrospective reflection stills nothing
more serious then slap on the wrist
while engaged (~ January 2010) with
nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst
understandable wife got sorely pissed
on the sly behaviour the missus
blindsided, hence over
looked and missed
and figurative wedge
cleft asunder nearly kissed
our marriage goodbye
extra-marital romp illicit,
though we nearly came to fist
sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling
in conjunction with execrable
derogatory cussing contribution complicit.
Only when yours truly busies himself...
Feigning to emulate NON GMO
garden variety English major oh just so
ho-hum, this ousted son and cingular bro
biological byproduct of papa's yoyo
after mama taut Peppy how to grow
big and become vein, her issuing blow
by blow stroke, thence pecker
imitated fountainhead
unleashing at apropos
time outburst analogous when an arrow
loosed from archer's bow
shooting off about hip height mo'
than bajillion microscopic
one celled lil longfellow
(Oh Henry...! wad art thou doing?)
just hmm... giving mutual sin O
Job whelp... subsequently
little squirt begot
sole son this all because sticky clot
hit bullseye right on the dot
nope, no where near size of ergot
spore, yet radiating
burning temperature more hot than...,
liquified gold prior
bitta bing bitta bang forged into ingot,
now just little more about fertilized
ova, I wanna jot
potential pluperfect parasite (me)
acquired, cultivated, fashioned...
one after another deft bon mot
while in utero until umbilical cord
severed than christened newborn tot.
Now fast forward blaw blaw blaw
when I began to clamor and claw
nope, cuz I ne'er learned how to draw,
the least significant genetic flaw,
cue laugh track and prerecorded guffaw
similar to popular nineteen
seventies television hee haw
laughter muted upon meeting
battle axe mother in law
another story... genre mccaw braw,
she excelled spewing vitriol out her maw,
thence I slowly must heard,
mixed metaphors and mastered...pshaw
modesty keeps me from bragging
yea - boot as a non sequitur
non secretor, yukon call me
the word wrangler outlaw
lo never cussing out anybody,
I can more easily whip out pistol
if captive audience
critiques mein arcane saw
jeering (matt speak feeble attempt
at wordplay - i.e. soldiering)
receiving affirmative nod
courtesy none other
than quick draw mcgraw
now ye butter listen (er... read) up
and don't blather and beast not shtupp
to conquer, when ya hear bit ching pup
that maybe be yipping faux ruse
to empty pocket inner empty cup.
Relationships start off like oh so right
Making love damn near every single night
Dancing, the movies, going out bowling
Cracking so many jokes, I'm on the floor rolling
Rolling with smiles and oh such laughter
You were what I thought was my forever after
Everyone knew that it was just us two
The vibes and love between us just grew
Grew so strong, but then it all went wrong
Here comes the nagging, the bickering and doubt
Along with the lies, the hanging and sleeping out
Who are these other girls calling yo phone
Dem' girls don't know, they better leave you alone
But I don't just blame them, it's yo fault too
Cause cheatin' with them was somethin' you chose to do
Arguing and fussing, raising yo voice and cussing
Words were said out of frustration
I took those words into consideration
What happened to the smiles, the good times and fun
What happened to the Bonnie and Clyde moments on the run
What happened to our "Just Us" moments in time
Wow, how I wish I could simply press rewind
This relationship is not what I thought was meant to be
So for me to have peace of mind, I decided to be free
I knew what I had to do and as a lady, I didn't react
I knew that once I left, there would be no turning back
I didn't run, I didn't hide
I waited patiently for the sun to rise
I didn't kiss him in the end
Nor did I kiss him when this began
Silence is ever so cold
Strong and bold
Sending a message you better hold
I have been told
Close to your heart
Playing a role part
That cannot compare
When one gives the deadly stare
Powerful as a cussing swear
Where?
The antagonist surely would be scared
Stripping the foe spineless and bare
From the emotional snarly snare
My dear white knight
Respect your editorial opinionated right
Watch the bonfire burn
Ask, what have you learned?
About freedom of speech
And did it teach
Whether the message did reach
The border or the beach
Where many will ponder
Those flying machines throughout the blue yonder
Hoping no one will blunder
While they wonder
Family raising
What are those people saying?
And possibly weighing
That communication builds trust
Certainly, it is a must
Or the enemy will walk in
If no one is talking
Or getting fitter
Only angry and bitter
Cutting the deal
Giving it away, claiming a steal
Land sold
Received trinkets and gold
Price that was rendered
Avoiding being dismembered
Fight back my friend
Simply defend
Speak dialogue honest and true
Is what everyone should do
Liberty will ring
Making everyone dance and sing
Discovering the ace next to the king
Surviving the attack
Getting blackjack
Seizing the chips
Headlining all the news clips
Since freedom of speech is not done
Instead, well thought out chit chat is how the war was won
Long, long ago in a land that is
now somewhat unhinged!
Was as an award show called,
The Emmiys.
That is now but only with blue
colors fringed?
The Academy Awards, once was
truly talent~based.
Is now full of cussing, with no
distinguishable grace.
People up for the Emmy Awards....
just give me a break!
Just folks who love CNN or The View
who will partake.
Those who love this country well,
Know it is but a propoganda show
from Woke Hell!
Best, that night you mightily pen!
More than one poem, in honor of
America, as it was then!
Many of us too afraid, to write
about the joy on being American,
now and back then.
The WOKIES want the USA over!
In the ground and our values?
Soaking from WOKIE’S dog,freedom
Destroyer....Rover!
7/16/2021
...2,,,,
cussing bout
sumthang wrong
guess I better look into
getting it fixed
the problem comes with
instuctions
these intructions
are the jinx
cussing bout sumthang special
tired of crawling
on my knees
call up
ole bouis Gembo
ask him to
come help me please
we sip sodas
and talk bout whiskey
drag onna coupla cigers two
flip thru manuels
to find out
how to do
he karate chops
the sawhorse
bends my wrench with him
bare hands
" I say Bouis
you need sum loving
I'm soory I can't help you Man
Gembo makes it simple
he grabs the bolts
and takes ah squeeze
when he couldn't
find a vise
he simply used his knees
I gasped and wondered
and grab the rest of my stuff
I noticed he was looking for a shorter
crowbar
and went out to my truck
" I say , Gembo
look now,
that a very special rod"
he looked of and said okay
getting leverage aint that hard
he put on a pair gloves
not to scratch his pretty hands
he used his hands to pry it open
and chocked the space
with his soda can
A one legged man from Torbay
Paid cash for a roll in the hay
What he got for his cash
Was an itchy red rash ...
He’s buying a ‘doll’ off e-bay!
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Ebay sent him a doll, their praises he sang
He turned compressor on and then doorbell rang
He said I can't stop long
Got something going on
He was too late, there was one helluva bang
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
The doll from e bay wasn't right
Parts were missing, an awful sight
Took blue pill for nothing
And he started cussing
He knew it would be a long night
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
His dolly poor thing had a split
So he got a puncture patch kit
He pumped up his doll
Who he has named Moll
Now inflated , he’s like a rabbit
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
The friction caused the doll to get hot
Cos he was giving it all he'd got
It burnt his wee thing
It started to sting
Now a red rash and blisters he's got.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
10/28/18
He decided to go to the adult store
Rumored to have many new dolls and more
He ran into his boss Ned
He ran out , his face red
Dropping the doll while stumbling out the door
WRITTEN BY TANIA KITCHIN
11/1/18
The four letter words that barrel from out of your mouth
Could put a sailors reputation into serious doubt
What spews to the surface is what brews within
Do you kiss your mother with those nasty lips
You say everyone's doing it so what's the harm in you
If I showed you the bridge would you jump off too
As you sit in your wonder at the fuss and the fight
I'll let you in on a secret, two wrongs don't make a right
Seems these days cursing is rampant and free
As we're running in place to get where we need to be
But in the end it's a loss to us all
If you can't curb the tongue then what can you control
Next time there's a fire, try not to cook
Put the recipes back with every name in the book
Then the new words that come from your mouth
Won't make us all cringe when they come spilling out
I love music
With a rapping beat
That boom, boom, booms
You right on your feet
...but Mama don't like
I love tuna
Really, fish of any kind
It hits the hollow part
That makes life divine
...but Mama don't like
I love movies
With a message of hope
Cussing is warranted
If it provides a hangman's rope
...but Mama don't like
Mama likes westerns
Where violence creates a world
Old time values
No justice for girls
...I don't like that
Mama likes patterns
That build sturdy gates
Change is scary
For those who can't relate
...I don't like that
Mama likes pleasure
That is permitted by "god"
She won't even look
At other paths to trod
...I don't like that
I love Mama...but Mama don't like me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-02-2026