by Sunlite Wanter |
I Am Santa Claus
I am the wise men bearing thoughtful gifts,
Whether reindeer, camel, both with His star.
Drove by that spirit who wants to give joy,
From North to South and all places afar.
The same Spirit prompted St. Nicholas, too,
To fill the needs of all children and poor.
Though red and white fluffy belly am I,
Someone whispers to me from door to door.
When you are touched with warmth to share yourself,
When you want to make happy someone else,
With gifts and smiles and songs of the Christ Child,
Stop, be still, listen to His peace a while.
Remember the stuff of which I am made,
Peace, joy, love, kindness, gentleness always.
by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
funny, happiness, lost love, passion, people, romance, i love you,
Where'd you go?
oh where did you go
my precious camel toe?
played me like a fiddle
with your bubbly middle
you're such a skanky hoe
but I love you so
we had magic
we had fire
purple sweatpants my desire
come back camel toe
victory! camel toe
you're the villain
you're the winner
with your puffy
you're my sassy hoe
you're my Christmas snow
gone like cold wind blows
with your return
my member grows
I miss my camel toe
where'd you go?
by daver austin |
devotion, faith, peace
nearly twelve o’clock
our tabby opens one eye
distant “Oh ho ho!”
this one special night
the hen house door stands open
wily fox retreats
some little green men
from God knows where see the light
bow in silent prayer
meanest man on Earth
on his camel hears the babe
vows eternal love
he trusted the Star
when the shepherd left his flock
wolves by Star transfixed
by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Paul's camel Tahli loved Dr. Oetker
Mugged for the camera of Baker
And went out for a date
With Oetker's daughter Kate
He was out of date as a love maker
by Black Eyed Susan |
Her “face could launch a thousand ships”
It was love at first sight as I watched her strip
Till her camel toe
Began to show
And I realized she didn’t have lips!
by Dustin Self |
adventure, funny, magic,
Racing through the night sky
high above the sand.
Just bought a magic carpet
cause' I've finally sold my land.
I use to ride a camel
but their to stinking hot.
Just flew right past an airbase
I hope I don't get shot.
I'm going to see my honey.
The one who has my heart.
I still have lots of money
so we can finally make a start.
I land on kelly's rooftop
to show off my new ride.
She jumps right on and off we go
smiling side by side.
We ride around for hours
and time just seems to pass.
I love my magic carpet
cause' it don't use any gas!
Dustin Self (magic carpet contest)
by venessa lisa asvat |
beautiful, body, humorous, image, me,
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Cellulite and stretch marks
Body perfect, that is me
I turn to the left and then to the right
My butt is way too big
But my tummy gave me a fright
I laughed out loud and nearly choked
I looked like a naked camel
Who needed to be stroked
I see my beauty and yes my flaws
If there has to be gravity
There has to be certain laws
Laugh at yourself
Hug yourself tight
Love every inch of you
by Jeremy Street |
angel, art, autumn, love,
....My *itch ?
Now, whether you believe
It or not ? Your *** is mine how ironic
Peter piper this ancient viper: playing it's hand
Spinning numbers in a foreign land ? Iconic super phonic
Hypnotized mesmerized robotic time on a mission from prince pillar
Their cyber space thriller blowing out these candles is everybody, here ?
Rent the tent her species his flee shes kong's balls inside love's stall a donkey.
by Hairy Harry |
i love you, romance,
I'm a manly man babe.
Come drink some holy Gatorade.
Humps on my camel remind me of all the funs.
I've had in the sun with your hambergur buns.
Buns buns buns and manly manly men.
Is it just a b00ty call,
when you ask me to go to the mall?
Don't steal those rubbers,
you don't need them in the bathroom.
Shrek is love and
Shrek is life.
If you don't appreciate me for who I am,
go drink coffee.
Let me tie you to the bed,
and dance on your head.
because I am the ode to Manliness.
by Johnny Rhinem |
angel, art, autumn, love,
Everyday time awakens unto the same old scenes....
With our honey as locusts meals and camel hair dreams
Saying yes, Lord, but even the dogs eat at crumbs which fall
Aneath their Master's table: 'O woman, your faith is strong; thus
Be it as you will ? Gathering mustard seeds from atop her mountains
Cast, into this churning sea: chasing his chaff, unto their edge of another
Horizon rising about love's crest piercing sickles to carry away an age gone by.
by Sarah Green |
So what is allowed?
Can I rob a bank?
Fall in love?
Move to Texas?
Move the couch?
Finish that floor?
Do the dishes?
Make her do the dishes?
Get to work on time?
Read to my child?
Let her read to me?
See the Alps?
Ride a camel?
Feed the dog?
Backpack across Ireland?
Join the military?
Join the rotary?
Have a beer?
Have a baby?
The question , it turns out, is not what I'm allowed.
It is exactly what I'm capable of.
I think I'll take a nap.
Who knows what's next.
by Gavin Joachims |
I’ve searched the deserts of my soul.
Yes, countless miles and times.
Thirsting for a place where love
could quench, this troubled will.
And so, I roamed those stead less hills
on a camel draped with gold.
Glittering noughts, I had to give.
Love was mere wanton goad.
But now, I have (just) me that’s left.
And You, my thirst relief.
Oasis of this Magi’s tref
Love, cleanse this soul its grief.
by Sristrikarta Vaibahv vilas |
Pull the bull
Walking in a street chewing
The grain color of brown sound
of teeth lips of camel
Never understand why everyone
eat and drink
To give energy to their
Pull the bull to bring the
Love like you pray for
Gain of hot ride in bullcard
Bone of fish stuck in a nail of
Legs bell of rope tie on the neck
to pull the bull
With love all
by Elton Camp |
The NSA Has a Dream
By Elton Camp
The NSA had a pleasant dream
And such a delight it did seem
If only a way could be found
To follow each person around
Know the things that they say
Whether by night or by day
See the messages they send
Even to family and friend
Pictures to scrutinize too
We would love that to do
Put them universally out there
Individuals the expense to bear
Oh, that would be so ideal
All their privacy to steal
How wonderful the truth to face
Such devices already in place
The “cell phone” name is nice
Aka “NSA Tracking Device”
The nose of the camel in the tent
Thus, soon, the rest of him went
by Angel Gaju |
absence, emotions, lost, meaningful, solitude,
Just like the reflection from the sun
Just like the flash of lightning
Just like the morning dews on the grass
Just like the splashing of the waves on the shore
Just like the blurriness of the clouds
Just like the tossing of trees
Just like running after the winds
Just like the singing birds in the rain
Just like the camel entering the needle
Just like the twinkle in an eye
Just like being in the middle of a sea
Just like being a stranger on an island
Just like the untold story
Just like love with no reciprocal
Just like living a people-pleasing life
Just like living a life that is not yours
by Sristrikarta Vaibahv vilas |
Seems you need a time to ride on the horse of wish camel
Seem i wait for the time to get a hug from your body cent and die like a bunch of flowers on your foot
Seems you want to stop arranging my talk because it's seems awfully quiet good to know about me and my love
Seems i die with out seeing my love which I saw into your eyes when we talk away in land of love
With love all
by Frederic Gray |
death, loss, military, war,
I was not with him when he died
Though he was not alone
His friends were riding right beside,
Their flesh torn from the bone.
Fuel oil and some fertilizer
Plus a dollar blasting cap
One enormous atomizer
One gigantic thunderclap
Low tech weapon in a ditch.
Can't distinguish which from which.
Fighters, biters, camel herders.
No one saw them when they died
I should have been there by his side
My heart was all he had of me,
My tears his love will never see.
The fuel oil warms my house today
The fertilizer, stashed away
To feed the plants when I'm away.
The blasting cap awaits in kind
In the ditches of my mind.
by Christuraj Alex |
I journey through jungles of Mizo, Garo, and Naga adventuring although and as though fearing the worst. A crowed of cruel-looking men find me; catch hold of me; drag me just as they drag a horse or elephant or camel or a donkey for hard labor or a goat for slaughter; almost dump me into a place where their fraternity dance enjoying their day’s hunt though not a human head. A piece of meat given to me; they dance with me or rather I dance to their tunes. The tribes-head punches on my chest meaning: ‘are you fine?’ Men and women escort me to my safari and bid me farewell brim-filling with beautiful smiles.
babel boulders and builders boundless