Write With Me In Writer's Creek
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Write With Me In Writer's CreekYOU REALLY HAVE TO WATCH Last edited by WordSlinger 11-19-2010 at 01:09:05 AM |
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Originally Posted by WordSlinger YOU REALLY HAVE TO WATCH to feel what I experience- Jimmy and Janny In All enlight-ment, and awareness of fun.. I have spent three days in all countries on all poetry sites, and OP's crown, but Op is loosing citizens, and there are sources trip wiring, (I have my sources of trojans, and funk) on all sites. Why we eat beans, and foreclose our homes, when these folks Are getting it all, GOLDEN BONES.... I am throwing a ball, can you catch? Is OUR Gas Money for a Poetry Game Show, Maybe/Talvez? They blocked this one: A must see, Right Click it into a new window: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mR8_Pgts5Wg&feature=related Do the Math. Im a Poet, not a mathimeticratical, lol- Fumes, lets drink-lets swim- I' am for the youth, but the youth are forced to be radical over the rich- and fight for the radical rich- Lets's war in words....I'am sick of the rich running game on POETS. Are you a DUCK? I must be.........not, because I can walk for miles Believe that… Sins in Comedy May Not Be a Tragedy Deaf to traffic, Blind to Static I ‘m a rope-less, dope-less romantic Reality Pinching crush- a lobster I’m a flying eroticopter Khlouds, khlouds Making the winds loud, Laughing out loud I went e-surfing to arabia Bent out on heaven trivia My Queen loves her Mickey Mouse rob I can shove a flute through a cobra’s nose Look at the them flatn’ the floor The new mop and glo- formula for-? I’m an American Mother Sinner Doh, I’m not no beginner, swole Gimme what you got, wax toe gold I frack’n love it, let’s all have a harem foe Cume+, on a website, and leak a dream Der this and Der that, this's poetry not rap Kareem El English like Oaks, Tennessee sap Smokey, smokey bit of jokey Just look around there's all sorts of traps Like I said what’s up with these gaps Ever long, ever living laughter Find your own crown longing rafter The cry, kneel to the vagina And die to the dollar of china History is just, lusting sick Kissame on i Florida, d'ck Lap it up, diddles, spittle’s and bits Sins in comedy we’re made from spit Spit, spatical, f'ck a radical You're my comedy tragical' puff, magical!!!! So you say what you say, but put it in poet form as well.. Swim in the creek with me… Before the poetic youth starve like you and me…. Premonition Bonuses for Thought: Song Lyrics but this song was published before 9-11 ------------ Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay My horse is a shackled old man His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey the skies, right before right before they went grey my horse and my remorse flying over our great bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay My source, is the source of all creation Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey The skies, right before Right before they go grey My source, and my remorse Flying over our great bay Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot One that smiled when he flew over the bay There is a pop quiz for you Americans on/in the video you have to click for? When the waters get rapid pick up the pace!!! So glap your glands for all glam...of gume |
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.