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  • A Merry Night to All of You Sick Clowns! Sleep on This Thought, "I am tb and I love Linda"! Ha Ha Ha tb! It is me your arch enemy at it again. Shaloko lives for ever!

    HER

    She is dirty

    There is shit in her belly

    Her heart is filthy

    A certain gleam of coldness in her eye

    A certain manliness about her



    Yet she is covered with a glow of womanliness

    Soft cheeks

    A delicate golden angel

    I love her

    I hate her.

  • #2
    Since you have no useful information to add to this forum concerning immigration law, but are simply seeking an audience for your horrible poetry, why don't you go away? Or can't you read the title of the message board?

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    • #3
      POST 28 SEPTEMBER 09:53

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      • #4
        Thanks, USANY - what an idiot! Thanks for telling him off!

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        • #5
          it sounds like the poem of a very sad, abused child of a very abusive (or so conceived) child...

          Good luck to you and remember that there is a higher power that loves you, even if your mother doesn't, didn't or won't!

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          • #6
            More Poetry lessons for you two clowns!


            TORMENT



            The sky is robed in gray and blue

            Her brow creased with lines of worry

            With tremulous lips she

            is poised on the brink

            Caught betwixt two showers



            The grasses dance to music

            Their steps dictated by the airy piper

            Faces are cast in supplication

            Yet feet tread beaten paths



            A swarm of bees

            Swoop down for the nectar of Hibiscus

            In defiance of Poseidon

            They gather for the feast



            Aqua's demesne is stirred to battle

            Poseidon roars in fury

            Borne on the wings of the wind

            He holds counsel with his sister the sky



            Tremulous lips

            now snarl in fury
            Shifting clouds break into a run at her beckoning

            She lets down the drawbridge of the flood

            Pounding the earth with her fury



            Offending swarm, obstinate feet

            They now cower in the shadows
            They are enwombed in the earth



            But Selah O wretched traveler

            One in search of Delphi

            He is caught in the torrent

            His bowed head reels

            to the blows of a hundred hammers

            He is teased by a mischevious sprite


            Ariel stings his face with wasps

            With a windy whip

            He lashes his eyes with biting spray



            His soul cries out in his torment

            Like a drooping petal in the sun's fury

            He withers into himself

            He is crushed in the embrace of the iron maiden

            She forces her unrequited love on him

            Raking his lips with her poisoned kisses



            At last he concedes the race to shadows

            Sinking into the chasm of night

            Her cup of bile is now spent

            Its last bitter dregs drained by unwilling lips



            The water people cease their tossing and heaving

            Freed from the bonds of their troubled sleep

            They awaken with a an ebbing sigh

            To showers of warmth and light



            Laughter rumbles in the hills

            The meadows are wreathed in smiles

            Earth is thrilled

            by the caress of her golden lord
            Her lips curving in a bow of welcome



            Her rival the sky rest, her fury sated

            While Poseidon sinks into the turquoise depths

            Taking with him his fiery tidings

            Deep, deep, into the green world



            A traveler's yoke is lightened

            Selah wakes to the songs of a Nightingale

            Though stabs of agony remind him of worship

            His spirit is reassured by a vision

            For over the place where two rivals meet

            He beholds the grooves of Delphi.

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            • #7
              More Poetry lessons for you two clowns!


              TORMENT


              The sky is robed in gray and blue

              Her brow creased with lines of worry

              With tremulous lips she

              is poised on the brink

              Caught betwixt two showers


              The grasses dance to music

              Their steps dictated by the airy piper

              Faces are cast in supplication

              Yet feet tread beaten paths


              A swarm of bees

              Swoop down for the nectar of Hibiscus

              In defiance of Poseidon

              They gather for the feast


              Aqua's demesne is stirred to battle

              Poseidon roars in fury

              Borne on the wings of the wind

              He holds counsel with his sister the sky


              Tremulous lips

              now snarl in fury

              Shifting clouds break into a run at her beckoning

              She lets down the drawbridge of the flood

              Pounding the earth with her fury


              Offending swarm, obstinate feet

              They now cower in the shadows

              They are enwombed in the earth


              But Selah O wretched traveler

              One in search of Delphi

              He is caught in the torrent

              His bowed head reels

              to the blows of a hundred hammers

              He is teased by a mischevious sprite


              Ariel stings his face with wasps

              With a windy whip

              He lashes his eyes with biting spray


              His soul cries out in his torment

              Like a drooping petal in the sun's fury

              He withers into himself

              He is crushed in the embrace of the iron maiden

              She forces her unrequited love on him

              Raking his lips with her poisoned kisses


              At last he concedes the race to shadows

              Sinking into the chasm of night

              Her cup of bile is now spent

              Its last bitter dregs drained by unwilling lips


              The water people cease their tossing and heaving

              Freed from the bonds of their troubled sleep

              They awaken with a an ebbing sigh

              To showers of warmth and light


              Laughter rumbles in the hills

              The meadows are wreathed in smiles

              Earth is thrilled

              by the caress of her golden lord

              Her lips curving in a bow of welcome


              Her rival the sky rest, her fury sated

              While Poseidon sinks into the turquoise depths

              Taking with him his fiery tidings

              Deep, deep, into the green world


              A traveler's yoke is lightened

              Selah wakes to the songs of a Nightingale

              Though stabs of agony remind him of worship

              His spirit is reassured by a vision

              For over the place where two rivals meet

              He beholds the grooves of Delphi.

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              • #8
                This is fantastic poetry! You should read it in detail. I beleive it will benefit your midget minds.

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                • #9
                  Lay off the crack. It's terrible poetry.

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                  • #10
                    E'tb!

                    Yewu ni jee-ela ohaloha ni ma!

                    Got you there again my stinking fish!

                    I knew you wouldn't fail to rise to the bait. You couldn't ever dodge any of my simplest traps.

                    A mere change of names, the trick of a five year old child was enough to snag you in my nets.

                    My eternally dumbass clown. It's just me Pascal (alias Shaloko).

                    Yours truly in hate and never ending contempt!

                    JOO

                    E'tb!

                    Awo Yewu ne! A jwo'onye ore-emi okoku. Ebelechi oche. Yanyi! Whonwu!

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                    • #11
                      Hey, Pascal, where the hell did that come from? Midget mind? Thanks a lot. All I have ever done on this board is defend everyone's right to free speech, whether or not I agree with their opinion. I have offered any advice I can to people asking for it. I defend only a person's right to speak, not necessarily what they say. and Joo, I'm no moron. You guys suck. Thanks yet again for lowering the standards of communication on this board.

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