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Fascinating day,
Spending time with you.
Discovering many people,
I really never knew.
Opening doors of ambition
And graciously allowing me in.
Arousing immortal emotions
From somewhere deep with in.
Scenes of war,
Scenes of love.
Scenes of gifts
From god above.
Stimulating stories
Distinguished of the past.
Future curiosities
Excited for the past.
Captivating images,
From skilled artistic hands.
Captivating moments,
So forever they may stand.
Creations adorning every hall ,
Mentally majestic.
Beauty seen in every direction,
Resoundingly majestic.
Magnificent sculptures,
Answer how and why.
Magnificent paintings
That dazzle the open eye.
A monumental setting,
To travel back in time.
I knowingly shall return,
It's only a matter of time.
I discovered many places,
I really never knew.
Fascinating day,
All because of you.
He rode a horse he got thrown off
Onto the ground his head hit first
In a pile of manure horses pie
On top of his head he lie
Looked like a derby hat yah!
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Laddie look like a hat he wore
But it was just a pile of manure
She was a fair black lady
At the hair dresser
The weather man say yesterday
It’s gonna be sunny and bright
Yet, when the young lady left out the hair dresser
It thundered and began to rain
Uncovered her hair got wet frizzled and fuff-up
She looked like a cotton ball, now all wet she wore a afro
Lasses look like she wearin a British hat
2/14/24
For Put Yer Funny Hats On Laddies (Lasses Too) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
SHE SUM THANG LIKE JAMMA LAMMA
JAMMA LAMMA DEW1
she lovey dilly, doo- woop, samma lamma too!
she get gritty, grindin' getty-up ya'll know dat
she doo!
she get's jamma lamma, dop- do didhe too!
can't she wanna do, ever clever
ya'll know dat she do!
she get's down and gritty
grindin that fitty- sexy body too!
like the trophy she don't she real shiney
she's ah winner too!
she get's down, and jamma lamma
doop dew witty dew !
men day love her
she won night them
ya'll know what she do
she sip
he paid it
lamenated
swap numbers too
they meet getty
get down real gritty
he like what she do!
they get down jamma lamma
down to samppa
she get down jamma lamma too!
soo down jamma lamma
down to samppa
taste the that taste good too
she like down jamma lamma
to up dat jamma lamma
she get down didgo too!
I’m not string, I’m not spaghetti
And I’m certainly no yeti
With a bit more evolution
Could have been a John Paul Getty
But I love to make you squirm
Cos I’m just a wriggly worm
Yes I’m smaller than a human
But far bigger than a germ
Children often giggle
when they watch me wiggle wiggle
It’s actually a wriggle
But I wouldn’t want to niggle
But when I slither slither
They run off hither thither
For sometimes its just fun but
sometimes fear that I deliver
I was living in the park
In my tunnel nice and dark
From the sound of those vibrations
Kids up top had quite a lark
Well I should have stayed down deep
But I came up for a peep
Then I caught a rapid movement
And got captured by a creep
So he dropped me in a tin
My wife and kids already in
So I swelled up nice and thick
Cos my wife and kids were thin
So when he had a look
It was I - the worm he took
And now I’m slowly drowning
While I wriggle on his hook
But then I see a chance
And I take a second glance
I can’t believe I see
Some wartime ordinance
So I jiggled and I shook
And I wriggled off the hook
It was in a former life
That I’d read a wartime book
And so my plan well made
I hooked up the hand grenade
And said a quick Hail Mary
At the ticking sound it made
Sometimes it’s a win win
My family’s safe inside a tin
As I give the line a tug
And he reels his tackle in
I just finished Face Timing with Sunny, one of Lisa and my roommates.
She’s an edgy half-a-laugh, and I can’t wait to see her in person.
Sunny’s a slipa and a seductive gadabout - this poem is about her summer:
She’s a treacherous lover whose infidelities could populate
a city of confessions. Apparently, the streets we ignorantly
travel, are crowded with immediate, sordid, physical wants.
And Sunny, she can see them, like blinking neon bar lights,
feel them, like radio waves the rest of us monkeys miss.
Does she seduce the Waffle House waitress (in the restroom),
the professor (in the closet), the Urban Outfitter salesgirl
(dressing room), the dental receptionist (supply room),
the bar girl who rejects everyone else that hits on her
(backroom), or do they seduce her?
“How do you know?” I asked her once.
“I know,” she said, nonchalantly purring like a big, Serengeti cat after a kill. Now, you might ask - it’s legit - how do I know these trysts are real?
Well, at school, she brings a different girl to her room almost every night.
They pass through our common area quietly, on the way to her room.
And, like you and all of us - she carries a camera - and uses it.
Her cloud archive is an erotic, deep dive into a hidden America.
Flipping through it leaves me breathless, and I’m not fem-facing.
If she sold it to ‘The Getty’ they’d have to open a new wing.
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Songs for this:
i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red
Lava by Still Woozy
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half-a-laugh = someone with a biting humor
slipa = a crazy girl
fem-facing = a girls-girl, a le-boy, a lesbian
Here’s the arm of my giddy on…
It’s a pity that’s it’s not what you’re expecting
Inspections detected a mention
Called weapons of mass destruction
What freaking moron would build such things
Pretending to tend to the important Beings
Lending to send such meaningless meanings
Keeping the freeKin’ fearing sound,
on the ground?
Displeased, the lipstick came out…
Mislead was the message I shout!
Inspections detected a mention
That a moron’s moronic notion
Is to control and rule the ocean…
The vision was clear….
Pissed off and quick you hear…
A big Mother took her kid by the ear.
Nothing in the world did the poor chap fear
Except the color of lipstick, the Mother would wear.
Next thing you know
There was lightening in the snow
Zipper sounds from the clouds I say
Lines in the sky and they made me sway
The color of blue was to change this day.
Oracle triggers triggered safety valves
On maple leaves and written in halves
Visions clear in the windless rain
Nothing gets to work, if the works in vain.
Drastic peace and solutions in the wind.
Getty up Scout…
Nothings perfect.
Form:
To an delightful twilight of conversing,
And holding one another firmly to our entice bodies.
Looking profound into your exquisite eyes,
Noticing the naive of your heart,
And the intellectual zeal of your mental conception.
You smile so heavenly at me like your,
Gazing into the eyes of a companion you request in
prayers,
And only seen in cinema.
You asked my perception to facilitate you
And to heal the wounded heart that the previous
demeanor left upon you.
You weep in dreadful evenings,
Thinking that love is a utterance that destroys the
heart,
And compresses the soul itself.
You long for me to evaporate the tenderness that has
been dealt on you,
And bestow you the ecstasy that lifts the compelling
essence of an angel.
But you’re petrified to what may arrive from it.
The frightened way comes out through your veins,
And has you to questioned is will the next be
authentic.
But miss glance at me,
See the bliss I endorse into you,
And the hilarity that makes u desire to attack my
exterior.
Feel the texture of my lips,
When I kiss you unfathomable and passionately.
Hear the elation seep from you when I stroke the
accurate spots,
And have you Getty by the perception of my words.
But the only thing I require to do is,
take away the unmarked of non deserving love,
And give you the undeniable worship you earned.
Form:
"The York Shire Commons"
Magazine
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