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MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Bade pyar se wo humko apni mefil me Bulayein
Mehfil me bulakar mehfil ke kaide sikhayein
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Pad pad kar kaide hum zehan mein basayein
tabhi humare Mezban khud kaidon ko thakh per rakh ayein
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Jab Mezbaan ki is harkat per hum narazgi jatayein
Pyar se woh humein Naee kaide ki kitabe thamayein.
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Bade laad se wo Bheege joothon ke nakshe humare galon per banayein
Meethe khanjar si chubhti hain ye unki zalim adayein
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Zalil O ruswa hokar jab unki mehfil se jayein.
Dosti ki Bediyan wo humare paon mein pehnayein.
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
Kiya hai humne bhi pukka irada chod kar na mehfil ko ab Jayein
Humare mezbaan chahe hume zalil ker kitni bhi khushiyaan manaayein
Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein
andy fardell Nov 2011
Pumpa ..pumpa thats all i do
can you hear it .ill give you a clue
stinka ..smelly...parpety parp
that what it sounds like when i do f@#t

see the smog as i open the door
parpety parp ..pumping galore
beans and cabbage help me along
lots of ale ...trumpety trump
pukka pie or chilli kerbab ..
parpety parp...gives me a smile

pumping trumping thats all i do
wind from me **** ill give you a clue
sounds like a whale from miles away
trumper thumper.. parpety parp

sbd's are part of me aim
but a parp is a much better game
brussel ..stuffing give it me now
parpety parp ..trumpety trump
I held her hand in my dream
With my nails brushing her hair
Her eyes apple lovey scream
She's a sample of an adonis heir

I ponder at her figure eight
Is she one of d immortal sent to tantalised me?
Like d lovelorn btw milky and kate
Pour me ur love portion, I'll sip

I woke and blamed d reverie
Angrily I exit d enrivon for an unliven snacks
But d liquor can't erase her hue ink

She curls toward my leisure, My rips acquaint see
Chai, her hair dances to the zephyr rhythm. She knacks
"Em. Baby can I date u?" My phonemes lick.
Lauren R May 2018
I feel the heat of your shoulder bleeding into mine. We are laying in the grass. No- we are laying in my bed. No- your bed. The TV is on. You fell asleep in my lap playing video games. I'm wearing red lipstick. Moments earlier, I arched my back like a kitten and took a picture of us sprawled over one another. You weren't looking. My lipstick is red. My shirt is red. My skirt has flowers. Your hair is bleached on the top. I peel the blankets from us and now it's grown out, curving over your forehead in a w. You're wearing all these pukka shell and wooden necklaces. I don't know what gave you the idea. It doesn't match. I love you. I love you so much I giggle just tracing the curve of your nose. We watch YouTube videos slowed down and laugh until we fall asleep, your hip bones pressed into the small of my back. I open my eyes and we're back in 2015. We're eating pizza, but not too much, because your stomach problems are just beginning. You accidentally say you love me back when we part at sunset. The gazebo is in the background. It's always in the background. I walk away and find myself back at your door. You struggle with the key for a moment. We just got off the bus. You couldn't drive yet. I saw your dog, pet her on the top of her head, nose turned away from her rotting teeth. Your bird sings when we walk away and we laugh at how he hates us. I stop laughing and he's dead. Your mom threw him away. You were more heartbroken than you told your friends while you laughed in the library. I shut the door behind me and you're shaking your head no a year later, me asking if we can talk, last weeks tears prickling my mind.  You say you'll think about it. You don't. I do.
This doesn't bother me anymore, so why does it?
I held her hand in my dream
With my nails brushing her hair
Her eyes apple lovey scream
She's a sample of an adonis heir

I ponder at her figure eight
Is she one of d immortal sent to tantalised me?
Like d lovelorn btw milky and kate
Pour me ur love portion, I'll sip

I woke and blamed d reverie
Angrily I exit d enrivon for an unliven snacks
But d liquor can't erase her
hue ink

She curls toward my leisure, My rips acquaint see
Chai, her hair dances to the zephyr rhythm. She knacks
"Em. Baby can I date u?" My phonemes lick.


(Mizz Ylexinho to be)
the place could do
with a dose of castor
*oil

to purge it of the things
that so
spoil

first and foremost
there's the
trolls
who are always acting
like sinister
dolls

then there's perverts
approaching
teens
via unsuspecting
email
screens

lastly there's the ones
buying good
will
with a webmaster
allowing the
drill

a bowel needs not
to be in
distress
hence pukka's cleaning
out the irking
*mess
Ceida Uilyc May 2016
A sadness that I implore.
It is sweet yet, indignating.
Why, you might ask?
The truth is …
There is no truth once you are God.
Everything is true.
To the criminal who ***** and killed his daughters
To the dying voices of the martyr mothers who protected their family.
Foucault says it too.
It is true. What is better than truth?
That question will end the day we realise that we are all true.
Even in the art of lying, there is a truth.
There is pukka.
There is an inexplicable oneness.
It is unappeasable.
One has to accept it.

Even your murderer has a point.
Baraka Ngeleja Mar 2017
I LOVE MAMA
Nine months
Gestation in her womb
No matter daddy was away
She loves me, No body can try
Stands for my life like advocate
No one can appeal
Teach all ways I use
Stopping me endure any abuse
I call her mom, replies "my child"
Even if love ends, for you NEVER.

   MY STEP MOTHER, MY EVETHING
Love speaks when you care
I feel lucky coz your are here
Since childhood now am adult
All works you do just for me
Even time of storms and decay
I live in your heart, I owe you
I love you my stepmother

    REST IN PEACE MAMA
Rest in eternal peace life
Though God love you more
I love you-know
My only mother, stimuli of my life
Some years now
My eyes full of tears
Can't see you-far you pass
I use wisdom you impart
And all memories on you
Heaven light be your guide.

     A WOMAN, A WIFE.
She makes me feel a human
As Gemini look we live
I the King, see she cares much
She is my queen I respect
At any cost
She cries of me
Calls me dear, I replies darling
This woman stands to my life
I declare she is my wife
Love speaks when you care.

    TO ALL WOMEN.
Behold!!
You women real, pukka
No man can ruin you
Only if you take
Take your part
I love you all.
This poem is dedication to all women .
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
There was a German prince
in the world and the white sun
Jing and he left them for them.
Acid and snow Queen
of Google in Yorkshire Kenya,
full of rocks to search more
than a year of Robert escaped
from Brazil on a wall of dogs
that old law and church
Christian Sack, the daughter
of the King of Italy
in European football Saudi
Arabia by the law approved,
write injustice Arab Christian
לתוך into the Christian era
secret. The best football,
clay soil, karaoke work with
clubs and warfare are magical
stars at the age of 19 mental
amputation hair wound falls
on x-rays fallen letters fallen
saw the dead stand standing
in law the base table on the city
wall, O Laura Rue Petmate;
Canada and the upcoming
warona P 'woop' Wok and 'Sun
Yoon, head of the flag KAKANA
ZOVASETI after the dog
Thomas, Dan Weitz Christian
NRRK do not offer to offer
glass ambassadors -
Arvotian Canadian Janders
in the North of North America,
with German children playing
rivers and pigs and asking
for mutual assistance.
His own entered the words
"Hariya Senaak, Tariq Irarka
local node spread to Stephen
Kennedy Captain of Tarten
went into bed of Tian Bardoja
Haj Cicero, Robert Egan
Pukka from Part 1 to confess
1, not like an angel
has a song boat right Bad
Budikik Buzzinada Bazalade
Urança in the ravine of the AR
Valley and a flood of sense
except the new Unicorn
Chantilly report, Indian
Chasika Avatar Charlie Daza
Duck, Raker Walnut, "Average
Janek Allen Firoz Dota cold,
cold Orneck, Yar Glory Yarm
Air Hu rt Li China,
one of the nation's research
of socialism called Pleasant
Life, India is the biggest
producer Sam satisfied
with Ah! K'iluysery difficulty.
Yenson Jul 2020
I am Joe Bloggs the mind reader
with time on my hands and nothing to do
I fake it and write it as I get madder and madder
what's for me with no talent so oh how I hate the well-to-do
don't care if I waste time for all my life I'll always be the one sadder
no  education limited chances no rich father just me pacing to  and fro
Joe Bloggs  great mind-reader with the negative vibes and that's not pukka

hahah   hahaha   hahaha

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