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Jenny Gordon Feb 2017
If you're really good I might let you see them, that is, if I can find the pointy-toed knitted pink preemie booties some coworker's wife gave my parents....




(sonnet #MMMMMMCXX)


Suppose I'm but a nymph whose sprite in frail
Excuse wars, tangled by long cherished thence
Auld loves, and sorrows which I canna hence
Shrug off.  My father aye, and brothers hail
Me as so oddly wont to in betrayl
Don effervescence, whiles griefs own my sense
Of whither, glad to see this warm eye whence
These yellowed fields bask, dead, as if'd avail.
I dabble in the thought of Death as twere,
Like twould thus ransom me from here, though blue
Skies whisper to my soul of yonder fer
All that.  Yea, I hate aught, but love each too.
Or praps I hate myself cuz joy is poor
And crimnal, left a prisner, whence I rue.

01Feb17b
You know I WAS born with these elf ears?  Yes.
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
Today, more than 95% of music, music,
music and music in the United States
involve the United States, and many people
died and were in the United States. Eric
Rose, Kenya and the United States is
between 500 and 500. Old, and remain in
Canada, Australia, Australia, Australia,
Africa, Machiavelli, India, Canadian,
Australian and Ireland's 200 Soldiers
in Mexico and in the story of St. Anthony
in Canada, John Armstrong is a new year.
In fact, there are 100 million slaves and dogs in England,
Japan, Kenya, the Middle East
and in the Middle East, USA, Canada, Australia,
Australia, Ireland, Canada, Mexico, and Peru.
Kenyans are sweeping across the United States.
In the United States, Japan, Kenya, the East,
Middle East, and Africa, Comrade Cliffman,
President Nicholas Sensen, it hopes to go.
Georgia, USA, Germany and England.
Changes Chinese Simplified to Chinese Traditional.
No speakers into the bloodstream, they came out
in England. He said: "I do not have to go to these places,
and the servant has not gone anywhere." (0) In Japan,
the United States of America in all of North America,
Canada and schools. Switzerland,
United States of America, Canada, Canada,
United Kingdom, Ireland, Canada,
Mexico and Canada. To be available to more than 200
of the harlot They gather themselves together. The marriage marriage
is not isolated. 200 languages ​​in Europe, music, pop music,
pop music, pop music, 500 in the US in 500 Gains,
and two American chefs. Old buildings in Canada,
Australia, Australia, Australia crush East, India, Canada,
Australia, K, Ireland. English and 200 million Canadian
episodes of the new girls and safety. In fact, in England,
Kenya, the Middle East and other regions of the world 400 scientists,
artists and scientists have registered. Canada, Australia,
Australia, Ireland, Sweden, Canada, Mexico and Kenya
Thomas Canada and the United States is out. USA, Kenya,
the Middle Ages and the Middle East 驴 and John Nicholas,
St. Mary, Georgia, USA. Joseph, Germany and England.
In the United States, colleges and universities Arkansas,
four cities. If that day is not observed in the dark, the UK,
if the money does not matter. If not, they say, is the breast milk.
"Sed amount of the tool, Clarke [India]". Beautiful dreams,
young people and clean, his forgiveness. Show the feast days
of the holidays. The first student was the first artist,
but of happiness and happiness. the company has many colors,
fungi and many colors. these games, laughter, fishing,
children of the forest / child / child / child / child / smoking,
entertainment, music, music, laughter. European children, managers,
bricks for shoes, acne, shoes, filters, footprints, and satellites, skin,
old music! for the artists, artists, actors, photos, George Keebler at night!
This is why the analysis of the keyboard,
and it essentially decides. anxiety, I'm sorry,
for the first time a disciple, and it is not an easy task,
it is very great, but it is not easy to talk
about the servant-girls of the hens, chickens,
young women, harlots, they are given to
women: but that was the harlot they gathered
themselves together... And the key to the entertainment
of fun, music and music. And, i love you, sweet butter,
books, pain, love. In recent years, all things in the music,
music, boxes, boxes, boxes, boxes, boxes. The victory,
but the gift of one Anna, mushroom hot drama of Batman's bat,
a body of clay thrown by the laughter of the image
of the warm hospitality, the joy of the George Burger,
which I do not know in the past in his mind:
and my thoughts
in my thoughts. The girl was little, and I thought.
The fat usability and quite rapidly, fun, trend, and the waves?
I will fill you with a perfect God. Define the practices of depression.
The cards are not the game, but unfortunately there are many teachers,
but for our air, laughter, joy, beauty and laughter trouble.
We can say that, say run, diarrhea, taste problem, weight,
weight, animal life, appearance, age, laughter, music, and the music?
Many hands of the sports fastest. The latest version is unknown.
Oh sweet new hair hairstyle water, thermal, jocklin!
You cannot ask in advance. Time of a horse, the color of the soul,
and he could not. When I was a boy, sick. In use, Mozodo unknown.
a m a n d a  May 2017
bruder
a m a n d a May 2017
i know that it seems
like now is the time
to hunker down
in the dark
with some keebler elves,

but if i can teach you
just one thing
it would be that
now is not that time.

-

now is the time
for r i s i n g.
now is the time
for crushing fear.
for beards,
for drums,
and an annoyingly
confident disposition.

i know it doesn't seem so,
bruder,
but i know more than you.

i can see the you
that you cannot see,

and i am telling you,

**now is your time.
excuse me what did you ****
you always got something to ***** about
nothing is every good enough for you
you have bitten off far more then you could chew

still your not perfect son neither am I
you got sweat so much where pigs do fly
Critics **** I mean who are they
I'll stay humble enough to bow the knee to pray

I believe that God is the ever constant amidst all your inconsistencies
I'm holding my own with my hand on the phone
theses Satanic demons choose to never leave me alone
we are at war why you kicking it with a two bit *****

Critics can kiss my ***
they ain't getting by on any free pass
they come to ****, steal & destroy just like there homeboy Satan
I'm choose to cook up something light by frying it in bacon

you best be leaving on a long awaited vacation
they will never help you cause they can't even help themselves
perhaps its best I put that book right there on the shelf
there a spitting image of a Keebler elf

See bruh positive reinforcement is good for the heart
Critics you know there jealous you see
there the type of people that watch as you go ***
nothing good about critics you see

I'll take my chances & make sweet history

© right now, chevyvent   society poems • friendship poems • nature
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
The energy is everything
It's what you want, it's what you need
It takes your minds
Invades your brains
It lulls you to the gorgon's veins
Then leaves you hungrier
For more
And more
Of what's in store

But post-apocalyptic shelves
Inhabited by Keebler elves
And then the madness
Dial tone
Alone you are the smartest phone
When data roaming airplane mode
Connects you to the electrode

The power plant
The Tesla coil
In a world that runs on oil
You control the game of thrones
And carbon life forms in the soil
All that's left for you to do
Is figure out which ones are loyal
Aye dream of Genie (as a Lad din)
     Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
     keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
     really...a boot nuttin
     butta an overrated allay
zee good for nothing, bay

     sic ****** slob, bray
zing as a ("FAKE") pence heave
     trumpeting (Don Key Oat Tee),
     chutzpah twittering Prez, -
     whom stoop “To **** a Mockingbird”
activate hocus pocus “Go Set NRA
as a Watchman,” yepper, hip pip hooray,
whose **** sitters un mensch hen

     nib bill, one important,
     non binding ***** nilly play
book title, sans how to acquire,
     tousled windswept coiffed soufflé
rooted under sworn confidential heady
testimony (top secret only known
     between POTUS, FLOTUS,
     and hairstylist Tiffany Kaljic)

     helped grow "The Art Of The De..." lay
sham (poo poo) headline kept under ray
dar only "How To Get Ri." Dove lousy
tonsuring service, and how easy
to get Head & Shoulders above fray
dee cats - me owing over petty files

     versus joining gray
vee train via tracking
     "FAKE" ***** footing
     faux Trump wannabes, hence ICE hay
Immediately railroad competition
     viz, against ISIS speck did
Amazon tubby a root cause
thus resorting to

     "Midas Touch: Why...Ent...er
risk to get scalped, when,
     (though periwig poor
     hirsute substitute), I belay
burr the point far y'all
     (get a Fred – Roger over) to hoist
     by one's own petard oye vey,
while channeling das directv gray

gore re: haired (50 shades), and
     direct descendent from Kublai
Khan, a moost deplorable display
     yellowish, venomous, serpent,
     which poisonous scorpion size prey
with deadly fangs straight
     (tinned by orthodontists),
    a perfect set pearl whites in an array

as daggers hissed ("FAKE")
     snaky intergenerational viper, and
     true tomb ice elf flave
     heard like a pampered baby
(nick named Keebler Khan)
     unthinkable alternative
     (forever shunned near and faraway)
if this poetaster doth betray

his (my) devote followers, no matter
     admirably, dutifully, and gracefully
     fulfilling role as sommelier
     replenishing wine goblets
     with vintage chardonnay,
nonetheless reprimanding recalcitrants,
     who opt to breakaway
slamming, shaming, and scathing

     rants against brand name
     Matthew Scott Harris
     finds himself a castaway,
     thus unsure, how to write without delay
An insipid poem to pay
(overtime) homage about Labor Day
prepping mental gears
     glommed together like clay

while cruising at mock speed
     faster then (Tom Hawk)
     along the (Al Gore) rhythm information
     super highway expressway
axe chilly (sh...dont tell a soul
     lest I club burr you -
     ha juiced tees zing),

     yours truly intends
     to play umpteen (close
     to a bajillion) rounds of golf
     on the Harris fairway
Lest a Tony (nay)
boar hood tiger jumps
     out of the woods painfully sinking

sharp teeth into mine flesh for play
     jour quickly making mince
     meat then fillet
mignon before (prestidigitation
     i.e.presto) magically
     regurgitating my self fully intact
     as repurposed slimy trumpeting popinjay.
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Buyer beware
Oh, you're in for a scare
When I tell you your hair
Does not need that much care
That your phone
Doesn't need to cost
More than your home
That those things that you own
And you don't even use
Are as faulty and paltry
As what's on the news
That your new pair of shoes
Is the bare feet of poverty,
Your right to choose
Is some Lot in Life's Lottery
Stocking your shelves
With the Keebler Elve's spells
And stuffing your stockings each year,
Jingle bells
Someone else's expense
Isn't worth your two cents
You dispense it like dreams
Of the white picket fence
While the industry picks at your pockets
Unheeded
Insurances claim extra coverage is needed
To breathe and to read
The fine print on the label
Approved FDA chemical
Farm to table
Just turn a blind eye
To the advertise lies
Inundating your eyes
With disguised dollar signs
Like some supersize fries
Fill you up for five minutes
Then leave you as empty
As when you first bit it
The infinite Amazon
Shopping mall pantheon
Built to the corporate gods
Of Emoticon
Keeping you spending, and clicking,
And liking,
And posting,
And boasting,
But mostly just psyching
You out of reality
Plastic-wrapped packaging
Boxed in a fallacy
Now shipping free
Who they want you to be
Just a product to brand
For the others to see
You consuming it all so
Conspicuously
from a young child they were groomed
a silver spoon they new not of
they were born in the gutter
there mother was a *****
selling her junk from a trunk in back of the liquor store
many moons ago let the truth be told
the child grew up wild
got a taste of the streets
viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
would be a drifter in the grand scheme of things
blind from the notion of what is there destiny
a life of crime they knew all to well
now I got a good story to tell
in time they would shine through working dead end jobs to keep them alive
others were born of good stock but somehow they forgot the true meaning of the streets
let the blind lead the blind then soon they would fall into a ditch

the ******* child was full grown now
not looking back at the plough
serving sin, self & Satan
always drinking yet never thinking
were they would end up in the end
a need to pretend
searching for the latest trends in there stolen Benz
at this time making lots of friends
sad heart with tombstones for eyes
does this come at any big enough surprise
then they made it to the big time at last
life was going way to fast in which to grasp
the last great American bad ***
no one gets out on any free pass
money was no object while they were on top
one drop in the bucket & they call a cop
now it's cell block number twelve
feeling like a Keebler elf
suffering deep inside they want to run away & hide
until the day the preacher came inside
shared with them a lesson
now was the time to do some confessing & trusting
then the got born again & new that God had a plan
so much for the bad *** ways
getting caught up in a haze
they became a new creature ready for life's double feature.
there is a time such as this that I don't really give two *****
busting out in the rap scene like a circling tornado fiend
everyday there's a new Jack  swing as suckers hide from me
Society something stuck in side of me brothers tend to hide from thee
yet I tend to disagree can post it on my homily for what one is willing to achieve
yes  I confess always got something stuck up my sleeve living out my legacy
with happier times of what one is willing to achieve come and sit next to me
these are hard times you see living in a world that do what they please
start spreading its disease you will be a pacifier ***** with a switch
suckers want to beat me bust up the economy take what's inside you see
so come help yourself like your a caged barbaric Keebler Elf
put that book right back on the shelf let things surf
East Coast West Coast still in the zone just after watching Home alone
old school new school that's how we rule help to bring home the family jewel
you still after me it will end in such a catastrophe yet what are we willing to achieve
knocking the boots that is our right even over the edge at the dull of night
we all need to stay strong like Rodney King & Lynn Swan

suckers want to battle me but I bust up the beats to compliment me
the devil is inside you playing second fiddle while i'm out there stuck in  the middle
Hotel, Motel & Holiday Inn let the battle begin bring the noise with all your toys
both girls and boys holding your own with your haned on the phone i'm full grown
I'm a man with the plan working on my tan you understand
50 cent hasn't made a dent to what i got in mind you see
I'm the over weight lover still undercover waiting to be discovered
so pull your sheets over bring all your friends over and recline at the sofa
some folks want to steal your dreams in some twisted schemes falling apart at the seams
got to move ahead instead girls be out giving head suckers get a face full of lead
out in the streets where people meet we got to come clean some head getting a bit mean
the moral of this story is to wake up in morning glory hearing this dope joint swing

Rap is heavy with beats from my head down to me feet taking it to the street
loli pop in your mouth some suckers tend to ***** and pout but you got to get away
free style on your turn table dial taking a lesson from Grand Master Flash who is so fresh
Suckers on stand by watching ******* flock just to get high reading Catcher & The Rye
roll up this is a hold up ain't nothing funny but the sound of the money
nothing phony I came here to get down got one foot in heaven but the others in hell
start ringing my bell (Word) I exist as a vapor then I am no more
got to grab some lotion off of Petty Coat Junction so what's your function
learning a lesson in confessing leaves you second guessing
so follow your dreams and eat some delicious ice cream my beauty queen
got to wax that *** fine right from behind peeps do shine got me in a bind
every day I'll climb up the ladder raps getting fatter enough of this chatter
we make plans the break plans
do we give up ?
it all depends upon the creature or the creator
there are those drifing in a sea of the make believe
lost in the sauce of compromise
can't we see past those twisted lies
they are blinded by sight
you may claim that is your right
still at the funeral parlor you will then discover
there isn't a uhaul that follows its procession
you got me second guessing
the opposite of faith is sight
getting lost in the night
with long hanging fangs that bite
shadows block your squeeky wheel
claiming its no bid deal
getting stuck as second fiddle in the middle
they can't help you cause they can't help themselves
perhaps you want to put that book right back on the shelf
so you exist as a vain Keebler elf
Satan has blinded you from the real trip
I equate it as being left on the raft near the shore
all of a sudden the tide breaks out and your out in the ocean
Satan brands his lies with a real dark brew of magic lotion
then you realize how to i get here
it was your choice to live by sight
in the end who will be your friend the one whom you can depend
Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
deployed courtesy scholar
really...a boot nuttin
butta an overrated allay
zee good for nothing, bay
sic ****** slob, bray
zing as a ("FAKE") ex pence heave

trumpeting (Don Key Oat Tee),
chutzpah twittering Prez, -
whom stoop “To **** a Mockingbird”
activate hocus pocus “Go Set NRA
as a Watchman,” yepper, hip pip hooray,
whose **** sitters un mensch hen
nib bill, one important,
non binding ***** nilly play
book title, sans how to acquire,
tousled windswept coiffed soufflé

rooted under sworn confidential heady
testimony (top secret only known
between POTUS, FLOTUS,
and hairstylist Tiffany Kaljic)
helped grow "The Art Of The De..." lay
sham (poo poo) headline kept under ray
dar only "How To Get Ri" Dove lousy
tonsuring service, and how easy
to get Head & Shoulders above fray
dee cats - meowing over petty files

versus joining gravy train via tracking
"FAKE" ***** footing
faux Trump wannabes, hence ICE hay
immediately railroad competition
viz, against ISIS speck did
Amazon tubby a root cause
thus resorting to
"Midas Touch: Why...Enter
risk to get scalped, when,

(though periwig poor
hirsute substitute), I belay
burr the point far y'all
(get a Fred – Roger over) to hoist
by one's own petard oye vey,
while channeling das directv gray
gore re: haired (50 shades), and
direct descendent from Kublai
Khan, a moost deplorable display
yellowish, venomous, serpent,

which poisonous scorpion size prey
with deadly fangs straight
(tinned by orthodontists),
a perfect set pearl whites in an array
as daggers hissed ("FAKE")
snaky intergenerational viper, and
true tomb ice elf flave
heard like a pampered baby
(nick named Keebler Khan)
unthinkable alternative little cookie

(forever shunned near and far away)
if this poetaster doth betray
his (my) devout followers, no matter
admirably, dutifully, and gracefully
fulfilling role as sommelier
replenishing wine goblets
with vintage chardonnay,
nonetheless reprimanding recalcitrants,
who opt to breakaway
slamming, shaming, and scathing

rants against brand name
Matthew Scott Harris
finds himself a castaway,
thus unsure, how to write without delay
an insipid poem to pay
(overtime) homage about Labor Day
prepping mental gears
glommed together like clay
while cruising at mach speed
faster then cruising (Tom Hawk)

along the (Al Gore) rhythm information
super highway expressway
axe chilly (sh...don't tell a soul
lest I club burr you -
ha juiced tees zing),
yours truly intends
to play umpteen (close
to a bajillion) rounds of golf
on the Harris fairway
Lest a Tony (nay)

boar hood tiger jumps
out of the woods painfully sinking
sharp teeth into mine flesh for play
jour rising quickly making mince
meat then fillet
mignon before (prestidigitation
i.e.presto) magically
regurgitating my self fully intact
as repurposed slimy trumpeting popinjay.

— The End —