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Let's Write in Writer's Creek

11-18-2010 at 11:49:33 PM

Let's Write in Writer's Creek

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

Last edited by WordSlinger 11-19-2010 at 01:04:34 AM

11-19-2010 at 01:11:10 AM

RE: Let's Write in Writer's Creek

'They' spy on our dollar, and 'they' spy on our homes- to know that 'they' spy on our poetry.. now that's taking things alittle too far- what gets me is this is our land- or is it??- Why is this allowed? When did the word freedom mean that liberty to do whatever is extended beyond our borders.. ? Worse than that, the government is hip to it, why?? Crazy-days- indeed.

awsome heads up John!
-your Madiator

11-19-2010 at 01:27:04 AM

RE: RE: Let's Write in Writer's Creek

Quote:
Originally Posted by Madelynn

'They' spy on our dollar, and 'they' spy on our homes- to know that 'they' spy on our poetry.. now that's taking things alittle too far- what gets me is this is our land- or is it??- Why is this allowed? When did the word freedom mean that liberty to do whatever is extended beyond our borders.. ? Worse than that, the government is hip to it, why?? Crazy-days- indeed.

awsome heads up John!
-your Madiator


You look so warm in that Mickey rob, mmmmm

11-19-2010 at 01:36:43 AM

RE: Let's Write in Writer's Creek

I lOVE that Mickey Mouse robe- I would take that Mickey Mouse robe, over the finest silk,runway,night at the oscar, red carpet- garb, they could ever sew!! Ya know- the fact I am a retired model youd think I would be into all that glamor crap... I dont know- the only 'name' I want on my back is WS! lol.. Thank you so much for that present.. it's my favorite thing to wear- besides my birthday suit! *wink*wink

11-19-2010 at 01:57:22 AM

RE: RE: Let's Write in Writer's Creek

Quote:
Originally Posted by Madelynn

I lOVE that Mickey Mouse robe- I would take that Mickey Mouse robe, over the finest silk,runway,night at the oscar, red carpet- garb, they could ever sew!! Ya know- the fact I am a retired model youd think I would be into all that glamor crap... I dont know- the only 'name' I want on my back is WS! lol.. Thank you so much for that present.. it's my favorite thing to wear- besides my birthday suit! *wink*wink

lol. Rob-e up
Ok, lets go to the Root Beer stand, for a floaty, n play some Checkers, and hear some
Chuby, all because, I feel american...and you are the one!




Last edited by WordSlinger 11-19-2010 at 05:01:27 AM

11-19-2010 at 02:18:07 AM

RE: Let's Write in Writer's Creek

I only know one place worthy enough to get rootbeer.. and you know the place- walnut Street baby!- Pizza burgers, and rootbeer- total heaven at the rootbeer stand! I cant listen to Kansas City- I cant listen to 50s music, you know.
-but I sure can share them sodies with ya, and throw down a checker game- hey that an oreos is how we became -us!! loveya back- TJtongue wink

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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