Categoría: Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense
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Bad feeling
Is it a colour?Maybe dark or sickenly bright?Blank mind?Red to attack?See you smiling under charms not mine.Not my prey to snatch.Though a slave I can’t save with law.Nothing to me…But jealousy.
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Cry
No. No? I shall today. Tomorrow a bit less. And by morrow’s night, I’ll be eating snacks. Yes. It will hurt a lot Aye, you can bet. I won’t forget. However, The next awaits. No one will as much You threatened. How to be so sure? Cause I’m me and me is worth, Of living on…
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Am I to blame?
Marty You forgot the shame. You chose guilt To have double time the fun You forgot respect Then what you got was paid-back And you still ask? Oh dear Marty, Live without consciousness. Having done nothing wrong. With the major sin of accepting none. Irrelevant it was? Ignore. Until you can’t.
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The whole cake
In whole For decompress Gobble up Starve before Think there’s nothing more And afterwards To a single comment Get mad and howl About your saintness Boring man I know you want more than one piece For cake is the thing you eat whole adding more without remorse But if the cake wants to fly free What’s your…
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Kilometre points
Travelled Death, She knows all Earth. The stricken by bombs fields, And the festooned trees with heads. Everywhere worth being, Bloody and unseemingly. Around places I’ve never been in, In which stains of innards sweep sanity. And I wonder how much discount Can one get in the name of reap.
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FIFA 2026
¿Septiembre? Apenas Julio. Una bandera repetida bajo cielo raso. Producción en serie de un orgullo de cristal. Humanos… Pollos tras el maíz, corren sin cabeza a la fuerza en una caja más. Sin espacio para respirar. Escapistas: Su fe pierde siempre a la mitad. Cirqueros con tímpanos de hierro Que no escuchan chillar. Estas personas que dejarán…
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Match
Three colours go one place, To be scrunched out of fear and pain. Seeking the winner’s exhilarated face. The stores around the free screen close before The whole clamour breaks their retail Perhaps they wish at home to voyeur too. Only T’s and whistles coin. Loud and loud and even louder goes tha shouting round.…
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One of those days
Today you weren’t you. Chicken, The one you love raw and from breast… You ate it cooked and from leg. On the spot. Without a plate. Meow are you? What’s the code word to recognize? Same face and voice I can conclude. Behaviour? Foreign I must tell. Whatever, You’re still that fluffy boo of mine.
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Espóradico
Hacha doble neumáticaContra superficies compactadas.Con envoltura de seda escudaríaQue sobrevive a tierra peroTan frágil que la lluvia quiebra.Así,Apenas mira fuera,En un sueño ya despierta.
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Relaxed blink
At peace without, Any scorching moth, Trampling insistent on me. So a rest knowing there is not; An unicorn admiring my unique being, Thinking how to thread my mind within. So delighted I’m unpromised, a vessel of my own. Without a master to fate me I’m throwing a tiny party of ice cream.