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The Saints
The Saints, in crypts and catacombs - graced halos still aglow.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Forbidden Valley
Forbidden valley
Twin peaks arousing passion
Tulips on the tips
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Brief Eclipse of Time
Life begins and ends
Birth, joy, laugh, cry, death and dust
Brief eclipse of time
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Till the End of Time
Stand straight for truth while in your youth and still within your prime,
For after dying you'll be lying till the end of time.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Legend Of A Mind
Timothy learys dead.
No, no, no, no, hes outside looking in.
Timothy learys dead.
No, no, no, no, hes outside looking in.
Hell fly his astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Timothy leary. timothy leary.
Timothy learys dead.
No, no, no, no, hes outside looking in.
Timothy learys dead.
No, no, no, no, hes outside looking in.
Hell fly his astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Timothy leary. timothy leary.
Along the coast youll hear them boast
About a light they say that shines so clear.
So raise your glass, well drink a toast
To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier.
Hell take you up, hell bring you down,
Hell plant your feet back firmly on the ground.
He flies so high, he swoops so low,
He knows exactly which way hes gonna go.
Timothy leary. timothy leary.
Hell take you up, hell bring you down,
Hell plant your feet back on the ground.
Hell fly so high, hell swoop so low.
Timothy leary.
Hell fly his astral plane.
Hell take you trips around the bay.
Hell bring you back the same day.
Timothy leary. timothy leary.
Timothy leary. timothy leary.
Timothy leary.
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There once was a Nun
There once was a Nun and a Druid
Exchanging some bodily fluid.
Along strode the Father
Who saw all the bother,
Lost stickum while coming unglu..ed.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Antoine
Antoine is a Vampire Ghoul,
Barbaric, bloodthirsty and cruel,
With a fang in your throat
He'll suck slowly and gloat
And smile as you whimper and mewl.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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He Tickled Her Pink
There once was a raven haired Shrink
Who had orange Juice Tequilas to drink.
Well her scarlet souled Beau
Sucked her tinted red Toe
And she paled when he tickled her Pink.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Zero Forces Infinity
**** ZERO ****
Minus one plus one
One over infinity
Logarithm one
**** FORCES ****
Maxwell, strong and weak
All the rest is gravity
F = m a
**** INFINITY ****
Singularity
8 turned through 90 degrees
One over zero
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Weeping Girl
Your tears do not become your eyes
Would my guitar weep in their stead
To drench and drown a shade that tries,
And charm a smile when woe has fled,
The fingers of my trembling hands
Would seethe in soothing sarabands.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Laughing in the Yard
A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard.
His face is black, he's on his back, a breeze is breathing hard,
He bleeds and dies, his mama cries, the screaming sky is scarred,
The sheriff and his squad at hand are laughing in the yard.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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A Travelling Sage
There once was a travelling sage
Who lived to a very old age.
Well becoming quite senile,
With problems (yes penile) ,
Here the reader may choose:
1) He kept his packed trunk in a cage.
or
2) He packed his small trunk in a rage.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Famine
The sinking sun is now undone,
the sky is fading red.
A spider black hides in a crack
and spins a silken thread
And babes will soon collapse and swoon,
on stones they call a bed;
With vacant eyes they fantasize
and dream of gingerbread,
And then are freed, though still in need,
from anguish of the dead.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Days of Crystalline
While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,
A toddler's fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.
Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine
Feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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An Eye For An Eye
There once was a couple of cats
Who fought a continuous spat.
Each scratched out an eye,
So it ended in tie -
An old-Biblical tit for a tat!
Well the cats woke up bleeding and weak
And half-seeing the havoc they'd wreaked
They took off their clothes,
Their backsides to expose -
A new-Biblical turning of cheek!
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Vale of Tears
She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.
Her sorrow sheds a dropp of dew,
from eyes that vail a tear.
She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.
But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?
In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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The Harlot 2
While all night queens carve figurines in gelatine and jade,
Behind a door and on the floor a deal is finally made;
A painted girl with flaxen curl has plied again her trade
And now the care within her stare has turned a darker shade.
Her lack of guile and parting smile are cutting like a blade.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Leaves Begin to Shudder
A bum called Boe has stubbed his toe, he's stumbled in the gutter;
With broken neck, he looks a wreck, the sparrows all aflutter,
The passers-by, they close an eye, and turn their heads and mutter:
'Let's pray for rains to wash the lanes, to clear away the clutter.'
A river slows neath mountain snows, and leaves begin to shudder.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Terry Atkins
Terry atkins is a homosexual
he likes to make people to scream on the grass
this a a rappest
terry atkins
terry was a holt reader lover
he always said HOLT READERS everybody
everybody was scared of him that he might rape them
terry atkin
to all you terry atkin poeple is he a rapiest
after school he goes home a shows his **** to the children he is about to rape
after she is done he throws them back in
poem by Richard Hayes
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Gypsy Eyes
You've mirrored me in gypsy eyes,
which never take but borrow
You've bathed me in your gypsy eyes,
which are your pools of sorrow
You've gazed at me with gypsy eyes,
which never see tomorrow...
poem by Terry O'Leary
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