Least Read Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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A Racial Moment
A Racial Moment
He was the family´s black sheep, which was awkward since his father was
the president of a racist party. No black people here the grim father said;
they come here with machetes and try to kill us, we have to protect our
belligerent Viking culture from these begging ruffians. But his opponent
shouted your son is a black sheep he has chimney sot on his face and he
has suckled on the breast of a coloured woman, who are you to lead us?
Show your mettle your passion to and preservation to white culture, but
do not mention the Nazi thing it...
He was the family´s black sheep, which was awkward since his father was
the president of a racist party. No black people here the grim father said;
they come here with machetes and try to kill us, we have to protect our
belligerent Viking culture from these begging ruffians. But his opponent
shouted your son is a black sheep he has chimney sot on his face and he
has suckled on the breast of a coloured woman, who are you to lead us?
Show your mettle your passion to and preservation to white culture, but
do not mention the Nazi thing it...
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Prologue
Atop a high tower, set darkly against the worn and cracked stone, stands the shadow of a man. This, though it may give the appearance of a man because of the height and the proud stance it holds, is not so. The shadow stretches and alters and into the pale light steps a young adult. In the dull light given off by the moon, his silvery blonde hair gleams, brightening his pale face and his dark red-brown eyes. Across his right cheek stretches a thin scar, and he touches a finger to it absent mindedly. He raises his eyes to the moon, and at that moment, dark grey clouds slide across the pale...
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syria
Syria
In the ugly streets of Homs I lied on my back snipers´ fire hit
walls and filled my nose with cement dust and the horrid
smell of early death, the aftermath of abused young men
who have only murder and agony as a leading light to their
short future that holds no promise of peace.
Beside me a box shaped as a heart I knew it was a hand
grenade about to explode, soldiers came the grenade was
defused. They carried me in chair to the ocean´s strand.
High tide came I was free to join the dolphins, I had tried
life ashore it was fun for some...
In the ugly streets of Homs I lied on my back snipers´ fire hit
walls and filled my nose with cement dust and the horrid
smell of early death, the aftermath of abused young men
who have only murder and agony as a leading light to their
short future that holds no promise of peace.
Beside me a box shaped as a heart I knew it was a hand
grenade about to explode, soldiers came the grenade was
defused. They carried me in chair to the ocean´s strand.
High tide came I was free to join the dolphins, I had tried
life ashore it was fun for some...
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InMemoryOf, WitGratitudeTo: Miles(1926-1991)for 'So What[?]'
& 'so what?' says its'elf again'a'gain
swat swat
swat's
that in yr manly hand,ol'timer?
'doc say
Essential Tremors, so maybe eye'll
learn to play
badly the trumpethorn, may be
that it'll be eye'll play
'so what'
like a baddermotherfuckkkkkkker than
cranky'ass Miles
could ever do..................yknow,kid....they
used to put me on TV onTV ONtv
t'dizzle verylocal aud
ien
...
swat swat
swat's
that in yr manly hand,ol'timer?
'doc say
Essential Tremors, so maybe eye'll
learn to play
badly the trumpethorn, may be
that it'll be eye'll play
'so what'
like a baddermotherfuckkkkkkker than
cranky'ass Miles
could ever do..................yknow,kid....they
used to put me on TV onTV ONtv
t'dizzle verylocal aud
ien
...
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plateau's syntax
Plateau's Syntax.
The syntax of a plateaux is usually eruptive,
may be more chaotic when the volcanoes
spreads in million miles per second. A
plateaux results probably as a result of an
error of folds or fault lines, that suddenly
explodes with fires, huh! Can i say a trojan
horse has just gotten control of issues? If
Plateau was a software, then, you will all
agree with me that the syntax for this
program was 'PEACE'. Pioniers of this
program still alife will do anything to get the
others back from thier catafalques just to kill
the virus...
The syntax of a plateaux is usually eruptive,
may be more chaotic when the volcanoes
spreads in million miles per second. A
plateaux results probably as a result of an
error of folds or fault lines, that suddenly
explodes with fires, huh! Can i say a trojan
horse has just gotten control of issues? If
Plateau was a software, then, you will all
agree with me that the syntax for this
program was 'PEACE'. Pioniers of this
program still alife will do anything to get the
others back from thier catafalques just to kill
the virus...
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4 3 2 1
4 3 2 1”
tiny titted tina
and
collosal cock cal
endlessly engaged
in
erotic escapades
fridays favorite fun
was
opening only one
naughty novelty
they
recently received
sometimes something sleazy
but
never nothing nice
perforated pantyhose
or california clothes
active adult amatures
making
picture perfect porn
making megabucks
by fantasizing fucks
tiny titted tina
and
collosal cock cal
endlessly engaged
in
erotic escapades
fridays favorite fun
was
opening only one
naughty novelty
they
recently received
sometimes something sleazy
but
never nothing nice
perforated pantyhose
or california clothes
active adult amatures
making
picture perfect porn
making megabucks
by fantasizing fucks
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frost
Fimbul Frost
It was cold in the valley domestic animals were snug in barns even hardy sheep
and goats came indoors. Clear sky and freezing, the moisture in the air turned
into diamond dust flittering in the breeze looking like pulverized rainbows or snow
crystals dipped in jolly paint suitable for a Christmas do at the local bordello.
The frost was deadly for wild animals, whose burrows and lairs were penetrated
by pre-historic frigidity, pale blood, and the utter insipidness of the exhausted.
A flock of wild boars pushed open the hayloft door and...
It was cold in the valley domestic animals were snug in barns even hardy sheep
and goats came indoors. Clear sky and freezing, the moisture in the air turned
into diamond dust flittering in the breeze looking like pulverized rainbows or snow
crystals dipped in jolly paint suitable for a Christmas do at the local bordello.
The frost was deadly for wild animals, whose burrows and lairs were penetrated
by pre-historic frigidity, pale blood, and the utter insipidness of the exhausted.
A flock of wild boars pushed open the hayloft door and...
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The Locklears Chapter Seven
As he approached the bench the inmates was led in by
an officer. After exchanging a few words with the judge
Rusty took his place by his client's side. The prsoecutor
presented the case to the judge. "Your honor this is Victoria
Freeman. She is charged with prostitution and drug smuggling".
Enterrupting the prosecutor Rusty argued on his client's behalf.
"Your honor my client was not smuggling drugs. The marijjuana
she had was for her own personal use". Cutting off Rusty the
prosecutor said "she had the marijjuana stashed inside her vagina ...
an officer. After exchanging a few words with the judge
Rusty took his place by his client's side. The prsoecutor
presented the case to the judge. "Your honor this is Victoria
Freeman. She is charged with prostitution and drug smuggling".
Enterrupting the prosecutor Rusty argued on his client's behalf.
"Your honor my client was not smuggling drugs. The marijjuana
she had was for her own personal use". Cutting off Rusty the
prosecutor said "she had the marijjuana stashed inside her vagina ...
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Good behavior
You and I were laying down cuddled
I told you to turn over onto your front
I sat on the arch of your back as I begin to caress and massage your upper shoulders
You're at a state of relaxation and all I wanna do is run kisses down your neck, but I promised that I'll be good
The longer I massage your shoulders the more the thoughts play in my mind, and I can't help it
I lean in and kiss your neck making a trial , I'm already moist from the thoughts playing in my head earlier
I've been wanting you for awhile now
Waiting for you to touch me, make the first move, but I...
I told you to turn over onto your front
I sat on the arch of your back as I begin to caress and massage your upper shoulders
You're at a state of relaxation and all I wanna do is run kisses down your neck, but I promised that I'll be good
The longer I massage your shoulders the more the thoughts play in my mind, and I can't help it
I lean in and kiss your neck making a trial , I'm already moist from the thoughts playing in my head earlier
I've been wanting you for awhile now
Waiting for you to touch me, make the first move, but I...
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treasure hunter
Treasure Hunter
I was following a narrow road that led to a dry like,
the road was flanked by uneven trees, looking like rejected
kids for the school´s football team, short, thin too tall, and
the fat boy with round glasses. They shared a secret though,
glad not being selected as they hated organized sport.
At the dry lake I walked to its deepest point and pretended
I was diving looking for treasures. I found an empty tin of
sardines; I hate sardines we had only sardines in my childhood
even sardine burgers, how pathetic is that?
The trees...
I was following a narrow road that led to a dry like,
the road was flanked by uneven trees, looking like rejected
kids for the school´s football team, short, thin too tall, and
the fat boy with round glasses. They shared a secret though,
glad not being selected as they hated organized sport.
At the dry lake I walked to its deepest point and pretended
I was diving looking for treasures. I found an empty tin of
sardines; I hate sardines we had only sardines in my childhood
even sardine burgers, how pathetic is that?
The trees...
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Low
If only i had one more
Trade my leather for twenty
Silent hill made to dread me
Number nine indent penny
Truth be told and law uphold
Tourists know nothing
Im afraid ill die laughing
Let me breathe abit longer for something
Okay there is treaty i have a dvd player ill be witty.
Low as well as you if richer say i do
How does a thief make head so impossible
I dont know ill just stay celebate
As for soul she sleeps elevated
Mine is less richer, i die and live dead. Sow, i have none. I want this fear of dying to stop.
Frequency is not...
Trade my leather for twenty
Silent hill made to dread me
Number nine indent penny
Truth be told and law uphold
Tourists know nothing
Im afraid ill die laughing
Let me breathe abit longer for something
Okay there is treaty i have a dvd player ill be witty.
Low as well as you if richer say i do
How does a thief make head so impossible
I dont know ill just stay celebate
As for soul she sleeps elevated
Mine is less richer, i die and live dead. Sow, i have none. I want this fear of dying to stop.
Frequency is not...
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The cowboy part 2
"No,no,no not now why now" D'shea thougt. Right there in front of her was the one man who ever roped her heart and broke it to pieces when he left town and never returned. Right in front of her was Caleb James Alexander, the toughest of all cowboys the hottest of all cowboys, the only man that she ever let in the only man she saw her life with the man who broke her heart. She just could not believe it at all, of all places he had to be in the state where she broke down and wanted to stay. So after gaping for what was probably long minutes. Caleb cleared his throat "umm D'shea...
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