Submissions by Uncleslam
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to write all kinds of poems,mediforic,love,hate,and a hole lot of prison poetry from last years of he'll.I am a civel rights warrior so to say ben litigating for over six years and a hero to many.i have no kids by the way seeking relation.
BIRTHDAY SLAM
Haha another day ,another number changed .
To move up on the latter of life while staying down whith your youth .
To brake away your mind from your soul and not mind the growing old .
To make new and good while being easier to fool.
As to have a day full of bright whithout any fights.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!!
UNCLESLAM
DEDICATED TO MY DEAR CUZ LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU NO GIRL!!
To move up on the latter of life while staying down whith your youth .
To brake away your mind from your soul and not mind the growing old .
To make new and good while being easier to fool.
As to have a day full of bright whithout any fights.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!!
UNCLESLAM
DEDICATED TO MY DEAR CUZ LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU NO GIRL!!
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THE EVENT
THE EVENT.
THERE I WAS, AND THERE SHE WAS GLEAMING WITH CURVES IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES LYING FLAT ON HER BACK NAKED AND COLD LONGING TO BE FINGERED AND WORMED BY THE RIGHT TOUCH, RIGHT BEATAND MELODY.
(CHORUS)) WRITE TOUCH, WITH THE RIGHT TOUCH BE, AND MELODY .
COULDN’T HELP MYSELF NO LONGER SO I WALKED ON OVER LIKE A ROVER GAVE HER PLUG-IN SENT HER JUICES FLOWING AND IN RETURN SHE GAVE A SCREECHING MOAN FOLLOWED BY IM A READY TONE.
(CHORUS) FOR THE RIGHT TOUCH BE RIGHT MELODY WHITH THE RIGHT TOUCH RIGHT BE RIGHT MELODY, WITH THE RIGHT TOUCH RIGHT BEAT RIGHT...
THERE I WAS, AND THERE SHE WAS GLEAMING WITH CURVES IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES LYING FLAT ON HER BACK NAKED AND COLD LONGING TO BE FINGERED AND WORMED BY THE RIGHT TOUCH, RIGHT BEATAND MELODY.
(CHORUS)) WRITE TOUCH, WITH THE RIGHT TOUCH BE, AND MELODY .
COULDN’T HELP MYSELF NO LONGER SO I WALKED ON OVER LIKE A ROVER GAVE HER PLUG-IN SENT HER JUICES FLOWING AND IN RETURN SHE GAVE A SCREECHING MOAN FOLLOWED BY IM A READY TONE.
(CHORUS) FOR THE RIGHT TOUCH BE RIGHT MELODY WHITH THE RIGHT TOUCH RIGHT BE RIGHT MELODY, WITH THE RIGHT TOUCH RIGHT BEAT RIGHT...
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POETS WONDER OF LOVE
POETS WONDER OF LOVE
Spinning in a Room Twisted in TIME,
Writing Lines of Rhymes.
That Once Have Been Lost in My Mind
Love, lust and all that once was a must,
loving tenderness with its touch that I miss:
remembering only a bit at a time, as so I can write my rhyme
and keep love from fading in time;
holding onto the thought, but only for a second just enough to get the feel
reminiscent of heaven to boil my blood into thoughts of love, while fighting as long as I can
To keep the mood nice and smooth.
Feeling rooted as...
Spinning in a Room Twisted in TIME,
Writing Lines of Rhymes.
That Once Have Been Lost in My Mind
Love, lust and all that once was a must,
loving tenderness with its touch that I miss:
remembering only a bit at a time, as so I can write my rhyme
and keep love from fading in time;
holding onto the thought, but only for a second just enough to get the feel
reminiscent of heaven to boil my blood into thoughts of love, while fighting as long as I can
To keep the mood nice and smooth.
Feeling rooted as...
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MY FIRST ENCOUNTER
u]MY FIRST ENCOUNTER
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I SIT AND STARE AT MY LUSCIOUS LADY WONDERING HOW I SHOULD GO ABOUT EATING HER BEAUTIFUL SELF.¶
I TOUCH HER, FEELING WHAT SHE HAS IN STORE FOR ME AND MORE. SHE WAS SOFT, BRIGHT, AND JUST RIGHT.
EVERYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY WANT IN ONE NIGHT;
I TRY TO RESIST BUT FURTHER CAN’T, BEING DRAWN TO LICK FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER. SWEET AND JUICY SHE WAS, AS HER JUICES FILLED MY MOUTH LIKE A GUSHING, RUSHING WATERFALL.
I PULL MY HEAD BACK FROM HER BRIGHT GLISTERING SOUL; MESMERIZE AND YET CONFUSE OF THIS NEWFOUND DELIGHT, “LIKE A NEWBORN TAKING IN...
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I SIT AND STARE AT MY LUSCIOUS LADY WONDERING HOW I SHOULD GO ABOUT EATING HER BEAUTIFUL SELF.¶
I TOUCH HER, FEELING WHAT SHE HAS IN STORE FOR ME AND MORE. SHE WAS SOFT, BRIGHT, AND JUST RIGHT.
EVERYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY WANT IN ONE NIGHT;
I TRY TO RESIST BUT FURTHER CAN’T, BEING DRAWN TO LICK FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER. SWEET AND JUICY SHE WAS, AS HER JUICES FILLED MY MOUTH LIKE A GUSHING, RUSHING WATERFALL.
I PULL MY HEAD BACK FROM HER BRIGHT GLISTERING SOUL; MESMERIZE AND YET CONFUSE OF THIS NEWFOUND DELIGHT, “LIKE A NEWBORN TAKING IN...
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MORE SHATTERED DREAMS
More shattered dreams.
Looking Forward to Meeting Hugs, Kisses and All That I’ve Been Missing, GIVING FLOWERS OF A HAPPY NATURE BRIGHT AND FULL OF DELIGHT, OF THE FLOWING TEARS OF JOY TO THE END OF THE DARK VOID.¶LIFE FULLY SHATTERED DREAMS AND WASTED WISHES GETTING A TOKEN OF APPRECIATION:
NOW THROUGH TIMES WASTING WAYS, I’M ONLY ABLE TO LOOK FORWARD TO THE MEETING OF FIVE MORE GRAVES DUG AND FILLED, THE DATA AT REST IN GRASSY FIELDS. DELIVERING FLOWERS OF A SADDER NATURE, DARK, DARKEST OF ALL DEATHS RAYS;
HOLDING TEARS BACK AS MY EYES BURN WITH A FIRY MIGHT AND TURN...
Looking Forward to Meeting Hugs, Kisses and All That I’ve Been Missing, GIVING FLOWERS OF A HAPPY NATURE BRIGHT AND FULL OF DELIGHT, OF THE FLOWING TEARS OF JOY TO THE END OF THE DARK VOID.¶LIFE FULLY SHATTERED DREAMS AND WASTED WISHES GETTING A TOKEN OF APPRECIATION:
NOW THROUGH TIMES WASTING WAYS, I’M ONLY ABLE TO LOOK FORWARD TO THE MEETING OF FIVE MORE GRAVES DUG AND FILLED, THE DATA AT REST IN GRASSY FIELDS. DELIVERING FLOWERS OF A SADDER NATURE, DARK, DARKEST OF ALL DEATHS RAYS;
HOLDING TEARS BACK AS MY EYES BURN WITH A FIRY MIGHT AND TURN...
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My PENAL REALITY
LOVE WALKS BY AND LOVE WALKS AWAY,
AS HARTS BREAK AND HARTS HEAL.
BULLETS FLY AND PEOPLE DIE ,AND AS I
WRITE THIS RYME I CAN'T HELP BUT RELIZE
IM STILL DOING TIME;
HOW AND WHY CAN ONLY GET ME KILLED,
BUT THE THRILL MAKES IT SO RIGHT.
SO AS I TRY TO BE BRIGHT,NO IM ONLY
TRYING TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT;
TO GO BACK IN TIME AND DO THE CRIME,
TO NO THE GOOD FROM RIGHT AND NOT
EVEN TRUST MY CLOSEST.
TO BREAK AWAY MY MIND FROM MY SOUL,
AND JUST MOVE ONTO THE NEXT SENSE.
WHEATHER IT BE PAIN,LUST,OR JUST A NEW
STINCH? ...
AS HARTS BREAK AND HARTS HEAL.
BULLETS FLY AND PEOPLE DIE ,AND AS I
WRITE THIS RYME I CAN'T HELP BUT RELIZE
IM STILL DOING TIME;
HOW AND WHY CAN ONLY GET ME KILLED,
BUT THE THRILL MAKES IT SO RIGHT.
SO AS I TRY TO BE BRIGHT,NO IM ONLY
TRYING TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT;
TO GO BACK IN TIME AND DO THE CRIME,
TO NO THE GOOD FROM RIGHT AND NOT
EVEN TRUST MY CLOSEST.
TO BREAK AWAY MY MIND FROM MY SOUL,
AND JUST MOVE ONTO THE NEXT SENSE.
WHEATHER IT BE PAIN,LUST,OR JUST A NEW
STINCH? ...
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