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How do you think I can get where I'm goin' If I gotta stop what I'm doin' To write you a poem?
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LIZZY LOU-LOST HER SHOE THE DAY SHE RODE THE BUS, BECAUSE IT WAS NEW-THAT CUTE LITTLE SHOE HER PARENTS MADE A FUSS. SO SHE WON'T LOSE-A NEW PAIR OF SHOES SHE WAS FORCED TO WEAR ONLY SOCKS, IN CASE SHE MIGHT TRIP-SHE DARED NOT TO SKIP AND AVOIDED AT TIME ALL ROCKS. A WEEK OR TWO-OF FEET BLACK AND BLUE HER FOLKS HAD A CHANGE OF HEART, IN CASE THEY WERE LOST-THEY BOUGHT AT LOW COST AN UGLY PAIR FROM A K-MART. AT SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY-WHILE AT RECESS AND PLAY THE KIDS TEASED HER AND POKED FUN, AT HER CHEAP UGLY SHOES-THAT SHE DARED NOT TO LOSE SHE DECIDED NOT TO WEAR NONE. SO TATTERED AND TORN-AND SEVERELY WORN SHE PUT BACK ON HER SOCKS, LIZZY LOU WITH FEET BLACK AND BLUE AVOIDED AGAIN ALL ROCKS.
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Early in the morning in the middle of the night,two dead boys got up to fight, back to back they faced each other, pulled their swards and shot each other ,two deaf COPS who heard the noise got up and shot the two dead boys, if you believe this lie is true, ask the blind man he saw it too.
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Forced to write a poem What type of poem shall I write? A Haiku, I spose.
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What kind
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Oh we hate Bill Shankley and we hate St John But most of all we hate big Ron And we'll hang the kopites 1 by 1 On the banks of the royal blue Mersey
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Depressing,but here it goes,friend. Pieces: Pieces of me,are lost and scattered,across all time,a distant place.Feel me feeling to replace all the apathy,in my soul,burried to deep to see.I've become someone who's fully formed from pieces that fell,shattered and torn.Empty and worn,are hallow and me.Left in the darkness,so no one can see...*
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There once was a man on AB Who tore all the ligaments in his knee. When he said ouch, He lay on the couch. With his laptop and went back to AB.
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Sick "I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Anne McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, a gash a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox, and there's one more that's seventeen, and don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut my eyes are blue- it might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke. My hip hurts when I move my chin, my belly button's caving in, my back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained. My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb, I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stuff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. MY tongue is filling up my mouth. I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, my temperature is one oh eight. my brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, there is a hole inside my ear. I have a hang nail and my heart is..... What?! What's that? What's that you say?! You say today is.... SATURDAY?! Goodbye, I'm going out to play!"
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I call this poem: Hide In The Shadows. I hide in the shadows in day, and come out at night to stalk my prey. I'm an inubis God of death and you are my slave. :| :)
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Roses are red--daises are white--after the first time --you won't be as tight.lol
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There once was a man from China, Who wasn't a very good climber, He slipped on a rock and cut off his cock and now he's got a vagina!
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To write a poem for Anonymous, Would be with "pointless" synonymous Because the truth you see Is that Anon on AB Hardly ever respond with points positive.
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A calm blue sky, The warmth coming from the sun A melody being sung by the birds and a calm breeze on my face The time is unknown I have no schedual. No rush...no worries... there is something upon me Something that isnt found often What is this feeling Meditation, freeflow, its patient, and calm it is the path, the path of harmony The gate of peace...and and house of unity. It is being one with the world, and the worlds purposem To live...and live by love And to love is to be alive... We are alive, we are part of a whole... and that whole is only complete with God, our creator. The schmeezinator.
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You are incredibly lazy. Do you think I am crazy? Because you couldn't write, I'll have to stay up all night. To write a random poem When, instead, I'd like to roam. Ys, I could have traveled, But my life is coming unravled Because you obviously understand, That any wish, i'll grant! Dd you wish for the world to be chrome? No, you wished for some stinking poem!!!
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From my profile page which I wrote for the Children, Earth, and you ... ________________________________________________ - My Universe - From My Universe there be sun, From My Universe there be stars, There be Saturn and Venus, There be Earth and Mars. From My Universe, Earth life was born, from a sunset dusk, to a sunrise dawn ... from jungles of trees, and oceans of seas, creating your air on a warm fresh breeze, supplying your life with all it will need, these vital elements to help you breathe. From My Universe came your gift, a chance to live, yet not to drift ... yours be yours, this be your pleasure, but its the life of all, for which you should treasure, From My Universe I watch you fail, trees cut down, demise of my whale, you kill the child from where you grow, worship your gods, who will never show ... tis only you, who can make it right, take care of my planet to reduce your plight, love your children and let them grow, if you continue your path, you will surely go. G M Dean 2009 _______________________________________________ Peace
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Trust: I thought I could trust you, I thought you knew, The guidelines of our relationship, The guidelines that we grew, I thought you were fair, thought that you honoured my care, I thought you were love and warmth, Honest and true, Comfort come calling, With or without blue, I gave you my life, I gave you my health, In return, In my heart, You've become My Empty Part.
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The tides empty their memories as the skies morph into dusk, No time to salvage reminiscence as the ocean's temper is brusque. Abscond with me; grip my hand if you must, The sea is robust; as our affinity is just.
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This is my poem to you No point, no meaning Just words thrown a-strew My poem to you as I ignore my household cleaning maybe we can play peek-a-boo whilst we browse AB this evening My poem to you Now stand up straight and stop leaning My poem now this'll do I told you, no point, no meaning
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The Teacher, The teacher,the preacher or the screecher,which one really knows? our media preaches lies,a cowboy hat wearing moron screeches race, As the teacher has books banned or burned,the hate starts to show, back to the future 1984 a dash of self proclaimed preachers of hate. 58,000 dead,no notes, no texts,no calls,no one trying to get attention, black,white and brown dead on the ground as everyone knelled to pray, Pages of tales that never fail,the internet thrived as an evil invention, color is proof,insanity let loose,while Rosa Parks never asked for pay. The teacher sits silent,all tools of history are starting to disappear, statues fall as Jesus stands tall,seeing Satan still digging his own grave, Preachers screech hate in a church of disgrace,no one even will care, lessons too soon,as we stare at our tombs,but there's no one left to save. The Bannibal One.byeeexxx@ Oct,22,2017
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my friends Billy and Nelly Are now belly-to-belly Because in their haste they use paste Instead of petroleum jelly.
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TBO almost a Limerick.. Nice poem.
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sorry but its not one of my talents
Linda Joy 
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