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Posted: 9/4/2008 8:44:46 PM | oh and that scar it's in the wrong place
plumb dead in the middle of my ugly face
i know what i am, i am a disgrace
so i write poems, play songs and stay single
for thinking of things never caused the world harm
despite the fact we live in a world of alarms
i know u know i would never give u no harm
i am a lost loner so lets mingle | |
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Posted: 9/4/2008 10:11:55 PM | i am a lost loner so lets mingle
and even though i am single
i do not feel alone for
my words had found a home
a home filled with many others
feel like sisters and brothers
then of course there's always one
who wants to spoil the fun | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 9/5/2008 3:12:20 AM | deserves a bite or two
just to prime your senses
for the slew of felicitous maneuvers
I intend to render upon you
How would you react?
Perhaps with solicitous quivers
the river of shivers up your back
What say you, to that? | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 4:24:00 AM | What say you, to that?
I say once upon a time
these poetry rhymes were funny,
spoke of inspiring times
or came from humbled honesty....
but now I see, these last few nights in particularly,
a lot of emotional turmoil or ego and lines
edging on cruelty | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 6:43:59 AM | Hide them from children, chocolate's their plan
for we cannot allow sweetness to take over our land
we have fought way too hard to control with stupidity
sell out assets to china to improve our liquidity
grab yourself by your bootstraps and pull yourself up
long ago we have broken humanity's cup
the people i walk by gaze with a cow's empty stare
the american dream has become a nightmare | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 7:02:14 AM | The American dream has become a nightmare
Shout this to everyone until everyone cares
The little orange midgets still run amok
Sadly I don't think anyone gives a.....darn
They are undermining our lifestyle and making a mess
But I do like their chocolate I must confess
They are evilly threatening the American way
We will all soon be suffering from sever tooth decay | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 7:55:22 AM | we will all soon be suffering from sever tooth decay
if you keep sugar coating your mentality in such ways
those who size others to define one a midget
so high from their own lives to live it
Though i apologize for imposing with my visit
supposed free flows from a line, but i guess it isn't
Given the royal open minds pissy parlay
i'll go find others who wont choke me when i play | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 8:12:25 AM | I'll go find others who won't choke me when I play
I know what you are saying there this happens all the time
You write a little verse or two and have a little say
And everybody jumps on you as if it was a crime
I meant no disrespect to you or things that you hold dear
So don't go angry, or be mad, upon this lovely morn
Have a good day, and a smile, maybe a cold beer
I like almost everyone unless they're short and orange:( | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 8:21:57 AM |  I will never be able to look at another orange**
I like almost everyone unless they're short and orange
I'm really just a chocky gal and through the aisles I'll forage
I'll search for truffles like a porker, pralines like a hog
I'll sniff em out and find em there, my nose just like a dog
I'll grab the creamy centred ones and paw the brittle toffee
Its choc-lit that I have no matter tea I drink or coffee
And here's to ruddy dentists for they too must make a living
So relish all those speshul daze when rellies are so giving
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Posted: 9/5/2008 1:09:09 PM | So relish all those speshul daze when rellies are so giving
If life has taught me nothing else, its life is for the living
So, I will do like Salty says and live it with a smile
She seems to know a thing or two of living without guile
I'll try to take a lesson here from life's tumoil and strife Sometimes, but for the grace of God they say go you and I
I will close with one last thought and the I will retire
To kill an Oompah Loompah is still my hearts desire | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 2:22:30 PM | To kill an Oompah Loompah is still my hearts desire
then stuff its organs into an apopacary jar
then after I pickle them up
I can drink them from a paper cup
Next on the list is good ole Nessie
I know this could get a little messy
So I'll bring along a plastic tarp
then play a eulogy on my harp | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 3:38:50 PM | Then play a eulogy on my harp
When I am dead and gone
for one more stone dead Irishman
Play a real sad song
On my tombstone write these words
This can be my lament
For drink and song and wench and game
Was all his money spent | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 8:06:44 PM | As if he wore a mask
he hid behind his task
as he shakes is head
and swigs off his flask
he sees the world with eyes of disgust
for his sense of hope has started to trust
he sees only gray, life has lost its lust
his heart has hardened with an outer crust | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 8:40:46 PM | his heart has hardened with an outer crust
though hard as a rock, break it he must
find a crack and shine the light in
or in life and love he just wont win
eyes so shallow and never a tear
but you know that inside he is captured by fear
Breaking the chains not an easy feat..
but unless he does, life will end in defeat. | |
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Posted: 9/6/2008 12:44:18 AM | unless he does, life will end in defeat
like a funless fuzz on that deserted beach
rising from the stench of what they didn't eat
he can only bench some because of the heat
The pitch was made for a tolerant boss
a switch that fades our light bills cost
some rich and famous plays get tossed
the hitch was infamously over glossed | |
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Posted: 9/6/2008 11:57:39 AM | the hitch was infamously over glossed
with gold filagree, engraved and embossed
one little detail seemed to get lost
hitch is, it needs to be strong and supportive
plastic trees in the landscape, hollow columns hold walls
depth lost to the spin cycle, sound bites make the laws
all empires fail due to inner flaws
power, gluttony and greed become socially abortive | |
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Posted: 9/6/2008 12:56:52 PM | power, gluttony and greed become socially abortive
can't we just be rid of those who aren't supportive
but instead they thumb their nose at any talk of fairness
what seems the norm now, used to be called squareness
social progress we have made thanks to the idealist
seems everyone now would rather be a realist
no longer looking forward, no longer full of dreams
happy with the status quo, at least that's how it seems | |
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Posted: 9/6/2008 1:41:16 PM | happy with the status quo, at least that's how it seems
A trickle of care that slowly stops
A waning light that is extinguished much too late
An unintended erosion of a fanciful dream
No high drama reality show
Just a feeling that can’t be revived
A silence that doesn’t want absolution
The quiet recognition of farewell | |
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