Comments Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk

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affection

weasel works

feigning under hands
to haft abut

To When Tea Ties Hence to Wank it Too

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.24.2013 @ 5:32 am

songwriter

Here’s the song for ya:
gongbeater – BANG!

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.19.2013 @ 9:34 am

instructor

Cusp in truck
Creases the grip
At err’s smite
To call the bunt in idle.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.17.2013 @ 2:05 pm

stampede

Stampede of stamped
Is like stopping to clamp

Ping!
…and the lamp is on the lam.
(sticking with spat).

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.15.2013 @ 2:52 pm

Blind mess jerking
When bunk scuds

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.15.2013 @ 2:46 pm

parachute

It cribs the racks of smear
in rear care
for the tough titters of the teeth

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.14.2013 @ 5:35 am

Totterish pa’s of the par
Graceful,
Collared by the thunder
For the tray to shoo
It’s chute
And Remnant Roar below.
Decaying as a cliff of ramp
To be the trough for closet spoiler.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.13.2013 @ 2:06 pm

to to the
for before

with into
on to at

in for by
for to with

in at to
into on

from of on
to against off

by on at to
up

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.13.2013 @ 2:00 pm

date

It is a tale of time
To spell this tense:
Tea ate a tad of ted.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.12.2013 @ 11:49 am

easygoing

Michael
Is able to play
Michael
in
“Michael”.

But
Michael
is able to play
Michael
in
“Michael”
Only by looking at
Michael
in
“Michael”

’cause
Michael
is monk-monkey
with the key on his neck
to his
Miss-Tary Tapu Tar Err

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.11.2013 @ 6:19 am

Severely obvious
In no scent
That hat is true to rue as rouge

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.11.2013 @ 6:18 am

Titubate dab
but bed is butted well

As it had fallen into gong –
To sing like sea
In gin and nig.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.10.2013 @ 2:20 pm

rewrite

Rands rib is sluggy orb.

Bra brag the rag:
Bare garb
Enrages bit to heed the pip
Of every patch
Placked out in envy.

Cane rushes knobs from galls:
Dio-tone and Dido-motion –
Huff carved on wax tracks justly.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.10.2013 @ 7:45 am

Pooh!

The rites of the tires –
To cover and argue
The loud cloud
of them and the others
To cross and be eaten by weaves
In the twist.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.10.2013 @ 7:26 am

pines

Wretch coarses gross as ulcer sore
for the regards of tempest written
As the pest in rugged tempo.

It crosses fores for roughs
And tans the saw in babble
To rub itself on burs –
Thrown backwards –
for the sear to wither.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.09.2013 @ 5:24 am

Pin yourself in nod.
Before your Entertaining System
Starts to smoke
In a transcendent way.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.09.2013 @ 5:03 am

aboard

Be the bee
With whistle by the Bach.

Bored Beard
Bears the Bar of Bore to Rave.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.08.2013 @ 6:02 am

Babe as Abe
turns the boa
on her back and growls “ARGH!”.
It’s Dreadfull
and he tries to read in reverse
It’s funny
and she turns the grain down
A L L
when the drain is calm.
(No No No)

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.08.2013 @ 5:06 am

lunacy

Null Ankle Ice
Once loomed and spoofed
by nasty Y-man.

» Posted By Volodymyr Bilyk On 10.07.2013 @ 7:55 am

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