Yeah Poems

Oh yeah, I Miss you

Indeed, the most successful thief of them all is Death.
All the pain and suffering one has to withstand,
After death has lashed out terror.
All the gallons of tears one has to weep in order to feel calm,
But instead, it only cleared more room for more pain.

Looking inside that wooden-framed structure, face to face with a pale

Yeah Right

She told a story aof the men she
had been involved with.
They put her at the front of the room and
talked to the various people.
Due to the sensitivity of the topic 
she played nice and refused to give
names.But anyway: minutes into
the conversation she took out a chart.
The roman numerals had name 
beside them.
I. First Love...Cute and

Yeah that's Offal

Thats offal!
What is offal?
I think this is
Offal.
Yeah it's Offal.
Can we have more?
Yeah ; but you know
it's Offal.
oh my God
it's Offal.
It sure is. It Sure is offal!
Lady Meatus and Gent's Woman
ate Offal.

He caught de Bussy and went
to get Offal.
He like "em Offal.
Offal, Offal man.
ya'll know thats Offal.
The Offal Mister Offal!
That's ah Offal!
Lady Meatus like ah Offal.
Offal

Yeah Right

The lyrebird v.s. the African Grey Parrots
The shrinking Thymus


Centerstage they took time to perform. She had spoke to other before te eveing. She wished to dance, dine and dance.Plie', she aid even though I lack the skills of beautiful artistry. They all laughed. The gentlemen took seats asking for scotch before they were seated in

Oh yeah, baby!

(Yo Bone hits the Mic, lights dim)  soulful Urban Funk/ Ain't no genre/ it's a feeling/ Downtempo Swing beats lovers in tight/
 Lo-Fi whispers through the city's roar, Urban Pop shimmers, not for ghetto listeners, that’s for sure/
 Soulful Hip-Hop, on a hot summer day, Breaks in the beat, gotta have it your way/

Yeah, I know -- my poetic output contains a fair bit of junk but

Yeah, I know ~ my poetic output contains a fair bit of junk.
But then ~ even God created something called a skunk.
In the works of all unparalleled thinkers,
you can expect quite a few stinkers.
Most attempts at art never attain great heights ~
most just immediately go ~ kerplunk.
I don't take myself too seriously.
If ever I did,

Yeah Right

Yeah Right

If poetry is so easy to write,
drop a Choka, tercet, or a quatrain slight.
So remember the rules and keep things tight,
let’s see how easy it is to get right.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison

Required

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A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones (bedstone and runner stone), gears, shafts, and a hopper for grain, Diet. The crested honey buzzard is a specialist feeder,

Yeah:Yeah!

I became pregnant the summer of 2024
I had my eightth son, born
Valentines Day 2025 in  Correzz
France. I became pregant one night at
a Music semenarier.
Ten of us partied at the Twig Retreat
in Spain. One song was 2/3 melody.
TThe other was 3/4 harmony.
They deleted the dialog and
fused the grooves. The Circle of
Fifth, "Bangers and Grindin!"
Eglise aint

To Maintain

Rescheduling to allow enough
time so that what had been done
in 15 minutes could be done
in 7;00 minutes.
Re-learning the graft is
how he described the doings
of "Allocated Time"!
in working hours are expensive.
In Lescer often their isn't enough time
to accomplish what you wished or
 planned to do.
In understanding time is set aside
to show how different
things are.
In a relationship
one

Yeah, Guhhhh

Yeah. Guhhhh...

I Only Feel
Like An
Artist

If I 
Pretend:

I Meant To Do That.

I Hate
 
Pride

Soooo Much
It is 
Sooooo Stooopid.

There.
That's Better.

-Gray Squirrel

07-29-2024

Yeah, but what does it really mean

She has 50,00 followers, 
He has 1,00,00, followers, really, 
Yeah but what does it really mean?

Should we give a bean?
Will it ruin many a dream?
With productivity now quite lean,
As we follow someone else's billion-dollar dream, 
With our hands always clean,
And minds scrubbed even cleaner,
Oblivious to a world that has just got meaner.

So, yeah that's what

COME ON OKPE

Come on OKPE and rise to the mountain top
How long will thy remain in the valley
Thy had been stuck and stagnant for ages
By the trauma's and flaws of our ancestors
Liberate your people from deceit of the past
Conquer our heart with truth for greatness


Come on OKPE and shine forth thy light
Illuminating every dark in the past
Bringing

Yeah

Yeah
I am still here
Stuck
Cuffed
In place
By golden shackles
I wallow
In mud
And eat dust
Suffer
The hollow men
Do it
For a dream
Or is it
All just a dream
Days just meld
Welded together
Time fly’s
Time slows
The mud
The dust
How I hate
The hollow men

G Rated well okay yeah

     the picturesque
           yessss

   'round and 'round 
      at the very tip
my marshmallow crisps
             yep
   'round and 'round
  

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