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Need a Poem to Recite in Class


Anything by Ted Kooser is good Sen!


Bestiality by The Burner

As she shed bits of her mask before me,
I slowly began to realise her
True ugliness.
Unmasked she stood
A beast sans harness and growled
â??Enter meâ??
â??Whereâ??s the entrance?â??, I said.
On my shoulder,
She rested one heavy hairy thigh
â??come on, get in.â??

It was like hell, but did I?
Yea, I dived in
Fingers first, head next.

A long journey thru slimy tubes
To her belly where I rested awhile
In her beastly warmth.
And through kidney and ureter,
To veins, to blood.
I felt her writhe as i passed through her,
I heard her gasps.

Through a few more tubes
And then to her mouth.

'What now?', i said
And she, 'bwawwwwwwbbbbabwww'
'Wait', i said
And pressed my palms
Against her full hairy lips
And hoisted myself out.

As my slippery hands rubbed her face,
Hair fell away.
I got out all slimy and spent
She was the beauty again
'What were you saying?'
I said.
She smiled,
'Lets do it again.'


Show him your SAMA post history for inspiration!


A personal favorite.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Nice shoes, baby,
Wanna fuck?


Now Dolemite wasn't no more than thirteen when they let him out the gate.
He said, "I think I'll go across the sea an try my fate."
He got a job in Africa kickin lions in the azz to stay in shape.
He got run outta South America for f**kin steers.
He fu*ked the she elephant till she broke down in tears.
Now Dolemite worked for five years and got his pay.
Said, "Well, I believe I'll go back to that USA."
Where the news of the heavyweight fight Was being broadcasted that night.
And a special bulletin said, "Look out for storms, atomic bombs, and Dolemite."


Listen to MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me -
"Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be."

Shel Silverstien


this is truly amazing. nice work!


That's just gaytarded. So I dedicate this next one to you. I hope you like it.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands


I got stopped by a lady cop in my automobile
She said get out and spread your legs and then she
Tried to cop a feel

That cop she was all dressed in blue
Was she pretty?
Boy, I'm tellin' you!

She stuck my butt with her big black stick
So I said what's up?
Now suck my dick

Like a ram gettin' ready to jam that lamb
She wimpered just a little when she felt my hand
On her crotch so very warm
I could feel her gettin' wet through her uniform

Propped her up on the black and white
Unzipped and slipped
Whoooo! That's tight!

I swatted her like no SWAT team can
Turned that cherry pie
Right into jam!


"Late Lament" by The Moody Blues

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion???.


That's it. The thread can be closed, the kid has to read this one.


The Crystal Gazer - by Sara Teasdale

I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.


Anthon Kiedis. Sir Psycho Sexy, third verse.


Some 8-line poems:

Dreams - by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

I Wonder How Many People in This City - by Leonard Cohen

I wonder how many people in this city
live in furnished rooms.
Late at night when i look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window
looking back at me
and when I turn away
I wonder how many go back to their desks
and write this down.

Cherry Ripe - by Robert Herrick

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come, and buy:
If so be you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, there
Where my Julia's lips do smile;--
There's the land, or cherry-isle;
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.

When Roses cease to bloom, Sir - by Emily Dickinson

When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done --
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun --
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this Summer's day
Will idle lie -- in Auburn --
Then take my flowers -- pray!


Sure, it may be gaytarded, but at least it was original on made up on the spot!

AND, Bre liked it, so it's not completely gaytarded.


Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! â?? An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.â??
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, â??
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

It is a bit long but is the best war poem I have ever read.


Funeral Blues - W.H Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good


It's not all that gaytarded really. I just thought you were implying I was a troll. Hug?


Well consider me gobsmacked. You gotta reference the author! Here I was thinking this guy wrote a poem that touched me like I've never been touched before in places I didn't know I had. And then I find it was Anthony Kieidis, nice. He could sing it if he had the instrumental to back him.