I won't shrink. I'll take a stand,
and stretch out like a rubber band.
I won't give up. I'll right this ship,
and keep it together like a paper clip.
A poem is easy for a heart that's stout -
I just need some Bic Wite-Out.
A glorious glow
reminiscent of moonlight
Translucent in wite
bluish and shiny silver
Special gloss and smooth texture
Inspired by fiction
nevermind the details
I wrote a song
I thought you'd
want to hear
ah song
all without controversy
sumthang pleasant to hear
sumthang to sing
to your lover
so they'll know
you are sincere
ah sweet sweet
simple tune
everyone would
like to hear
I just thought
I'd write
a song for you
It's about everything
and no thing at all
it's perfect
for summer winter
and fall
one of those
sweet things
lovers of music
like to hear
I just thought
I'd write a song for you
top shop and racism
It has happened again it appears fortnightly now
a posh shop has been robbed in the purest of daylight
that's about 12.30
all the fur and other expensive stuff were grabbed and
carried out to a waiting car, where passers- see but
do not interfere with the ongoing theft.
Not reacting, turning a blind eye might, be the best
way to survive in a country obsessed with handguns
used by thieves with no fear of the law
Here we come into a racial issue when a big heist like
this happened and the perpetrators were white
the reporter with the emphasis they, the thieves are wite
If the assailants are black the color of their skin will not
be mentioned for fear people will call this racism
The truth of the matter is most of the big operation
of thieving is done by black people not say, this and
pretend otherwise does not do anyone a service
If we get to the point that white people are actively
fearful of black people, we see the making of a civil war
Krokus gets sweatered in chiffon,
in shiverlry, white knighted,
like royalty, a bestowed visage
in heir appearance as jewelry.
An unexpectant delivery
of virgin snow cusps the lips, cupids cold brewed elemental- flirt, eros tipped
arrows for the quiver that will never miss.
You adorn, adore your handiwork
then lay about with your kiss.
Just imagine it, crowned, frosted, tipped,
by the Wite Witch.
The maddening click of key strokes
The shrilling of the phones
The crunch of crumbling paper balls
Slices to the bone
The dull humming of the copier
Four million paper clips
The smell of tacky wite out
So sick of all of it
It's like sitting in a coffin
This tomb with three gray walls
Choking on monotony
In a stifling, dreamless stall
I need to find the exit
Won't be like all of them
A dead eyed walking corporate corpse
Fake smiles, no brain stems
I know I need to hurry
Before they bury me away
And I become a pro quo victim
Soulless zombie for the pay
Worst Absurd Hurd We Ever Heard
Surely was absolutely the very worst,
Most absurd herd we ever had heard,
Out of control,
Bless my soul,
Which will have happened or occurred.
Jim Horn
Creep into a deep sleep without a peep.
Wite a poem about that one.
Wayward winds whirl, warping the already weathered wings of the wanderer
Weakly wobbling through winters widespread wall of white
Week after week the weather weighs down
Withered more by his wife's words than the wrath of the wailing wind
Weary this wager will not warrant the wealth he wanted, but a widow
watching out her window wondering where her warrior is
Wheezing as he wades through the frozen waters
Whelmed by worry
Wishing he withheld this wisdom before walking
Is a wage worth well-being and the potential wounds he wields?
He weeps while he is wrenched from this world in a wave of warmth
The willfulness in his whimpers traveled like whispers across the west wind
Welcomed with wreaths by the worn and waiting
Poor Elmer Fudd
A communicative dud
Couldn't talk wight
Couldn't wite wight eithew
South of 80th.street & west of the Dan Ryan ,
Thairs a haunted valley , & I aynt living !
It looks like it used 2 B , a parking lot for trucks !
But now it's just a landing pad 4 ducks !
It's a nice place 4 piknix , x-sept 4 it being haunted ! Like macdonald,s is ,
A nice place 4 breckfast , x-sept that burgers R wunted !
Maybe we can bild an orbital eluhvaytor thair! & a barber shop 4 ball hedded girls
Hoo Badley need sum nair !
It's just south of the railroad tracks ! South of wair toys-R-us used 2 B ,
If sum wun wud put a dor in the fence ,west & south of thair .
P-pul cud git 2 the near by wite cassil easilly !
It's big Eenuff 2 play softball at. I cud hit home runs thair ,
Win I swing the bat . I wonder how much the leegoes cost ?
At the near by mall . & thairs a doenut stor ,
Wair I can by them all!...
The fact
that
today
wont
last
foeva
wont
change
2mo,.
Funmy
how
yesterdays
brightest
moments,
luk as
dull as a
candle
standin
next to
the
sun...
Ever
heard of
da black
shade of
wite?
Dnt say
never,
coz
ever's nt
a
constant,
ya'l dnt
get da
concept ..
Fire
trucks
are
flamable,
like
eminem
said..
We al
nid a
hero, bt
who wil
save the
hero
since
nuthn
lasts
4eva..?
O mayb
we jus
say dat
wen we
lose
sumthn
to
soothe
ourselves?
Yet
often we
lose
ourselves
askin
stupid
questions
like wat
if left is
truly
rite? N to
da truth
our eyes
go blind,
that if u
push
wit ur
might
then
want cnt
be done
suddenly
mite....becum
posible
n ths is al
plausible..
I dreamt
it while
dreamin...
While
othaz
breathe
wen
they r nt
living...
6 bilion
posible
ways to
live life,
1
for each
of us, im
just
waitin 4
da day
that one
of us do
it rite.
Never had a love
Like this before,
Always roaring
at my heart's door.
Could wite a sonnet
About the way I feel,
I twist and ponder
Is this love real?
Stumbling blindly
Through its maze,
Love keeps me in a daze.
Yearning, turning upside down
Love keeps pushing me around,
Lalughing and smiling in the
Shelter of your arms...
So much happiness sets off an alarm...
Will it last?
Daring to be happy is quite a task,
Is love wearing a crazy mask.
The eternal question...Will it last?
...Will it last?
cynthiaapwlts
'Tis tender love of which I wite;
the timbre of my heart's
throe
Quean remains
for all others
to lo
Demean with a falseness
of my true emotion;
would only coquet;
that which causes
my heart to beat
strong and loud
in chimera
To covet for affections
be returned as
deep and sincere;
surely would force
the last
breath I breathe
For this is too
noble a love; too
fierce a fire
to extinquish
Living below the low of slow roll
dyeing above the bow in fast sail
failNG front the sow is last paul
baylin flaps the lap si four call
wishin blips the cap tu tres papi
living clips the mam or thee ocho
caving snaps the wig or twig thee
oaring water the dig tu sing fall
winter sings the sun of life agua
cellin beans the lit pa wite bose
giving loves the kit su fite rite
spelin fours the pay if tres paso
quedes ledrs the foe is four tree
living lives the tea of fact free
tuGGin grass the Pep si ever mEEn
loving sings the SEA tu AMOR PaPa
bellow rings the til in THEE NOAN
writin green the man tu Over aGIN
pissin queen the tax me seen meAn
lackin picks the sax ol navy SEaL
cadets craps the SOY IN PLAY FOIL
CLAYIN SAVER THE FAD OF COLD CULR
LOSING BLEAD THE DIX IN CORE COST
FEVERN BLACK THE TIX OF FOUR WALK
LOVING LIVIN THE SEX SI CASE TRES
THININ PINNE THE PAC OF MAID TIES
FEELIN FREED THE LIP ES NADA PIDE
LIVING LYIVE THE CAL OF NORA WISE
PRISMS EVENY THE RAX OF KILO WITE
SLIGHT EYENG THE PAZ TU FOUR GIZE
TELLIN SEOUL THE EXA PU EVER GREW
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