After your president you should go.
Be a proud for your country.
Concentrate to hold your children.
Don't mess with finance.
Every day is a new day to task yourself.
Forgetting the movements will stand you still.
Gas through the air.
Holds tight in the nose, but always reminded of the woodenhouse of grandma,
illustrated by sketching marmelade on books.
Justice is limited for everyone, fairness is not tought.
Kisses at a young age is tabou.
Little Kids needed to act like adults.
,,Mom always made the best bread!"
No, money they didn't had.
Or maybe they did in their heart.
Philosophie was not the point to think for.
Questions were unread and not necessary.
Resisting accepting other cultures many times.
Somehow had the most elegant hats and jackets on.
That was what was left for
Used were little Kids stealing sausages in amount.
Venting they did just to theirselves.
Waiting for theyr collegues they did in ages.
Xenon they've found several times, but didn't notice.
Yellow that day the sun shone was hurting the surface.
Zero friends of them were found.
,,Allerman! Haltet eure Waffen bereit!!", everyone in a choir
,,Jawohl!".
Categories:
theirselves, beautiful,
Form: ABC
She brought her bestfriend
Said they're from the West End
We all dancing and jumping
Rum is the flavor we intend
You should se the way their bodies bend
Both their booties bumping
My house is where I brought both of them
Life is too short to not be twisted up in bestfriends
No talking going on
Mouths are moving but no words are coming out
If this was the Olympics I would have won
Rear ends thick and stout
Bodies squirming and giggles r being let out
They do me together
Can't decide with one is better
They're naughtier together
They call me whenever
On the regular
Both of them take this pipe
Keeping theirselves tight
Making eachother feel right
Tonight and every other night
Don't stop 'til they see daylight
Euphoria in their sight
Already made plans for another night
Screams and moans leaking out of the room
Neighbors hate when we have a menage a trois
Categories:
theirselves, art, beauty, best friend,
Form: Rhyme
The winners at the last elections think
the minds of voters not changed
for them to win next time as well
the ones defeated to contest next time
to change theirselves or to make
the voters to change their minds
for them to win
Categories:
theirselves, character, community, truth,
Form: Free verse
The media's only thing we like sordelco for the pour
Where alcoves only pair theirselves for hocus pocus bhore
When all who watch heir listen more their cautions for alt time
Wear otius ferries for their trelves of cratious varied core
And take what honor's left in them
to traceous torried gore
When all that's left to face in them
is how or right they horror
Categories:
theirselves, analogy,
Form: Quatrain
Their is absence of truth,
Even there lies no lie.
Trust cannot find her root.
Distrust even did die.
In that place,
Joy is like the chaff blown by may's wind.
Even Sadness,cannot face
The dexterity veiling the pillar's hind.
In that place,
Cry and anguish,made love and bethrot.
Peace and hope,like dice were shoved.
That place is the home of many race.
That place ask not of culture,
It doesn't believe you're old or young.
It wouldn't ask if not you believe in rapture,
Or you're to death a throng.
That place is a home of desolation,
Sad-Joy,Happy-strife,Hope-death have no room.
Even all opposite pairs hails blooms.
Their's home of trivial confusion.
That place wouldn't if you're a sage or not,
Or if to sin you're knot.
Whether you are an hermit,
Or if to ignorance permit.
In that place,no life no strife,
No Peace,no war,No cry
No joy,No Hope,No curiosity.
Many did it crave,
But few did theirselves willingly gave.
Even that place cannot save
It is nowhere but grave.
17:11:17:16:28
Categories:
theirselves, allegory,
Form: Narrative
Nantucket has a beautiful lover.
In a Joy did hover.
Lovely trends,haughty love they
Convey to theirselves. Within years,
Something promiscous perchanc'd between them.
Mercus and Lara intruded,
Mercus fell in love
With Nantucket's beautiful lover.
And Nantucket was vexed.
Who are you?
Nantucket's had asked
with burning anger.
Then he
Killed him;
Jailed!
c.2017
Categories:
theirselves, adventure,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Here comes the new yam festival,
And all town's affected by its fever.
The chief food; Yam- Foofoo,
Sauntered in with stormy rule.
Twas mounted so high like an hill,
That the feasters couldn't theirselves see.
Variant hand pierce the mountain hill,
Directing it towards their glottis brim.
Nkena did much of consumption,
Nnoli,his in-law, on the opposite did her portion.
And when demolished is the mountain hill.
Bewitched,both now theirselves see.
'You're here?',The in-law said,
'Ee',Nkena nodded with heavy head.
C.2017
Categories:
theirselves, abuse,
Form: Sonnet
The greatest single
gift when gifted is genuine love,
and awesome be its
power when one possesses the
knowledge which theirselves are loved.
Categories:
theirselves, family, friendship, life, love,
Form: Tanka
All by me scurvy seafarin’ self
Me pouch be empty; nicked o' pelf
th' curvy wench tha' warmed me berth
lef' nary one ol' farrrthing's worth
On cap'n's orders bin swabbin' decks
seekin' sawder, spit-lickin' specks
afore ebb-tide 'til high neap-tide
but nary me own scurvy hide
In me head me digs and delves
me gums a-flappin' ter theirselves
in skew tongue of 'em sea-borne folk
lament me cravin' fer a toke
Nowt else ter savour; embrace th' drum
seek solace in th' wretched rum
toxin me liver 'n toss overboard
th' gloom yer absence in me wrought
Categories:
theirselves, sadme, me,
Form: Rhyme
My cousin sure does have a big nose.
10 pounds of boogers come out when he blows.
Restaurant owners have to protect theirselves by installing huge sneeze guards.
Once he got some boogers on me and I hit that moron hard.
He soon learned that when I slug somebody, it really stings.
His nostrils are so big that you can put bowling balls in those things.
If he wants to stay with you for a day or two, you'd better not let him stay.
And if you see my cousin about to sneeze, you'd better get out of the way.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
Categories:
theirselves, funny, cousin,
Form: Rhyme
One by one they all line up
The smell of charred remains fills the air
"Get in line for a shower!" they shout
The men all line up with despair
"Take off your clothes and shoes,
So we can rid them of dirt and germs."
Most of the older men here
Have already come to terms
The children obey so dutifully
Their only want is to please
They don't know what lies in store
As they stand there naked, beginning to freeze
The "Shower Room" is now packed
The children are becoming afraid
They don't know that becuase of religion
Thay have a debt to be paid
The lights go out and the flames begin
The soldiers try to block out the screams
They remind theirselves they're just "doing their job"
One that will forever haunt their dreams.
Categories:
theirselves, deathchildren, men,
Form: Rhyme
Holding the phone no one answers its too late,
The time passes as you only hear it ring wondering why,
They're out of reach as if on the other side of an endless gate,
Little dide you know about how they had the whole night to think and cry,
Drowning in the emotions you stirred up brings them their fate,
Causing them to lock theirselves away and die
Categories:
theirselves, death, life, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
In a city, Full of people Whom are all lost, but
to themselves, I sit. Girls and boys, women and men
searching not for their souls, but others. They all
feel alone yet billions are around. And in this city
all are good hearted. They're what the world is missing.
This is the city of lost angels. Where happy caring
people are quiet but to theirselves. Everynight laying
in bed dreaming, crying themselves to sleep. These
people are sad for they're the result of a love so true...
While the other one broke their hearts... In this city
is where I'm protected only by my pride.
Categories:
theirselves, death, life, lost love,
Form: I do not know?