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New Future Of The Internet

New Future Of The
Internet


Cable cost are up
too high
You turned to the
internet and so have
I

My Youtube channel
is the way to go
Now I can even make
video shows

I group the videos
to make a show
To bring you the
best of where I go

For kids the mower
and stove videos
I also have vehicles
and some scarecrows

Kids can watch from
morn til night
with lots of things
for a kids delight
							
Light houses, ship
building, and horses
too
Antique barn yards
and tractor pulls
just for you

Aviation, taxidermy,
and crafty wood
works
Viewwithme Youtube
has all the quirks 

The historical homes
make a great tour
Contest and oxen
pulls are never a
bore

Animal friends, I
haven’t forgotten
you
I have horses, dogs,
cows and sheep too

Plenty of petting
pens and milking for
you
And a simple click
is all you have to
do

A lot of shows with
a mix for all
Like demolition
derby or a stunt so
tall

So if you dropped
the cable and you
have a need
I have three
channels for you to
see
 
By: Doris Anne
Beaulieu
     
https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme


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hip hop won't die

 some days I'm neither decisive nor constant still in mid step advancing parallel combining 
 due stress pre-tense in depth, feign fair, fair is not love nor hate,objecting 
 lines turning war torn due reputations proceeding by stride and sweat pourn ,
 but the clocks  harder at  self gaining advantage and foolish lost to 
 insincerity,  caused by quotes barley  examples of thought misunderstood .


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Steals the Greatness.....

I love the greatness
I must steal the greatness!


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Crazy World

Crazy World

It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence


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why do we have.................................

why  do  we   have  clouds?
why  do  we  have   sky?
why do  we   have   music?
why do  we    have   computers?
just  think  why why  why!!!


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Z2A in A2Z Order

# 89	
...And now a poem by Red:
...And we all say "forget it"
...I just want your kiss
Agent Arkansas 90766 BETA 
Alone and Love	
An encyclopedia of Lore history	
Apples and the worm	
Black Angel
Broken day	
C-o-l-o-r...course our life off road	
Can you find me now?	
Confused by Confusion	
Crack (the story of Donald)	
Dawn
Destroyed	
Did somebody call a Doc?	
E-M-E-R-A-L-D	
Emerald Lives Forever	
Energy	
Everybody's hurt	
Finally A Song About The Things No One Seems To Care About	
Forging George
Frozen Poems
Glass (story of Bonnie)
Good Friday
Goodbye you
He's in a rush
Heightened
Hello?
Hope "Sweetheart's" wedding doesn't suck	
I can't title perfection- Title: Unnotified
I Hate This Part (idk)
I may be no Rambling Poet ((Tar form))
I'm a rheonotic	
I'm leaving -I'm gone
I'm not done yet, Doc
Intro - The 'Real' Sonnet
It just so happens to be
Jared Pickett
Just kidding
Kar-ma
Kilometer
Kiss
Laugh with me
Laying low	
Lost all sanity
Lost it all
Lost me key
Lost myself in Mexico	
Love the rules	
My confession
My frozen fountain of youth	
My last poem
My Swoon	
My victoria
Never...O.k. maybe one more time...and then never
New World of Old News
Nightheart's begining	
Not your daddy's roses are red
Oh, here we go again, Doc	
On Wednesday ((Tar Form))
Over and Over again
PDA: the next slam
Poems on Fire
Poetic?
R-4-E-7-D-0
Re-Confession
Remember this	
Rheonotic	
Rusty
Shhhhhh
Simle tune
So?
Solitary
Stop the violence!- and let me join in	
Supernova	
T-R-Y-I-N-G	
Take down #0459587	
That gut feeling that makes you laugh
The Beginning of Breaking down
The Great Sun God	
The Night's Heart	
The smartest thing I've ever done	
The way I want to feel
The wise old man
This is how I feel (You and I/The damned and dead/Hell wants you too/hours and hours)	
This one's for real
This way out
To bad.
Today is my day
Traffic (the story of Johnny)
Underneath the Upside-down
Unicorns are not made of corn
Unintended
Vampire fun facts
Verbal Altercation
Waiting?
War and Feast	
War-Locked with a Poet Destory	
Welcome to the throne room (Doc, it's not a slam)
Welcome to...
What we've come to	
Why do we cry?	
Why the world left me
Willing attack (What's left)	
Wonder
Writers block (the story of Ronald)
Z2A in A2Z Order


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Gold Rush

Once upon a gold rush
In the midst of 68'
They rallied up the minors
To find the worthy candidate
Stand up for the people
Hook the bosses with the bait
One point for the minority
Mark it on the slate
When the tables turned
Causing havoc and debate
They fired all the workers
And won't let them past the gate
Slide through Canadian borders
To another mining state
When they went to catch the train
They found the were too late


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Let Me Shine

You say you know whats best for me, but you dont even really care. I'm trying to make a better life, can't you see? I'm already 1/2 way there. I want to do more, hear my voice. change in career, a life changing choice. A big decision yes I know, You take it personal and it shows. Would you like some cheese with that whine? It's a golden chance, a chance of a lifetime. Give me some slack and let me shine. I'm "a beautiful soul" you "love me so much"? But I'm just an asset and your only crutch. I like you yes, but know this now, I'm not the only worker in this town. You dont come here to live, you come here to die. This is Business, so no need to cry. Another excuse it's all the same, I want to live not play people's games. You say you support me but do you care? I'm not your property, you have to share. I'm "a beautiful soul" you "love me so much"? But I'm just an asset and your only crutch


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Nightengale Dreams.....

The seat of the soul...
lies a new beginning...
worn with territory.....


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Topics...

She said
Name that tune
and i almost danced
for hours...


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Income

Income
A little oldy gave me a dollar.
I gave her two in return.
The little old lady gave me two.
I gave her three in return.
The little old lady gave me four. 
I gave her five in return.
The little old lady gave me five.
I gave her five in return.
The little old lady Ask me why i only gave her five.
I said "the Government would declare it a income and I would be taxed


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Halloween Mask....

White as  Ghosts...
I wore a mask
it was to cover
my feelings of shyness....
White as ghosts....
I drew further from you...
deeper into regret....
white as ghosts.....


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Flowers Breeze...

Over

Gentle

Prayers

Forward

Steady

Prayers

Forward~


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The Cure For Winter Blues

The Cure For Winter Blues

Don't be feeling down
Just because winter came around
Let me share things I have found
Before more snow hits the ground

My youtube channel viewwithme
Has much excitement for you to see
So go to the site and join me
It really is the place to be

There are playlists to suit your every need
Anything from wild bats out of trees
To the judging of birds and bumble bees

Take a minute to give it a peek
You will find what you seek
There is nothing you would consider bleak
These playlists are all very unique

Even if you have the flu
Don't go feeling blue
You can still have fun and see something new
From waterfalls to making a shoe

If you are into storm chasing
Or even furniture making
You can watch from when you're first waking
Until your eyes are aching

If you like to watch a whole lot of contests
My youtube channel viewwithme is the best
You may even need to take a rest
Before you can continue to see the rest

There are playlist of stagecoaches and wagons too
And much more in store for you
And all you really have to do
Is find the right playlist that works for you

This is how you cure the winter blues
Aren't you glad I shared the news
About my viewwithme channel on youtube
And all that still awaits you

By Doris Anne Beaulieu
At:  https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme


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Blessings on the Water...

Blessings on the Water

Besides Angels

that do miracles

of movement

time

and space


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No Quote.....

She said

"Dont Quote me on this

But I love you.....


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Sweet Misery

You are the perfect example of what a man should be
Internally coded with intense sexuality
I don’t think for a minute you want to be just friends 
Your subtle gestures are just a mends for your situation
There is a reason you anchor to this crustacean 
You listen as if I'm teaching you the bible
And you need my lessons for survival
You perform as if you are my weight hand and foot
You bring me juices whose nectar makes my heart beat like Chinese percussion 
I know you probably be thinking, “Im’ma get me some!”
But not because you want to cum into me
Not because you’re not happy at home with wifey
But just because you are anchored by me metaphysically
And besides my poetry you don’t really know ME


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Energy of the Day......

I remember once how sweetly she proposed

the idea that sometimes

success

is just not meant to be in that day

it's no one's fault

especially not yours

nothing

just it's meant to be

to move on...

and let wisdom

propose the next step........


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Quick And Steady~

Steady and Quick
I thought to ask
How shall I write
Something with questions
unanswered
Quick like the dawn...


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Peculators

Peculators

Artfully bilk, cheat, defraud…  embezzle!
Forgetting gainful, helpful, industrious jobs.
Keeping loot maliciously nervously obtained.
Pilfering, quickly. Robbing, swindling tearlessly.
Until final judgment sends them…  Away. 

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 17, 2010

Poetic form: ABC


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Orange Feathers...

So subtle...

tasting the wine...

like orange feathers...


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Time......

Awaiting your ghost
to enter

I miss

your awkwardness

around

It's like you never left

sitting in cities

sitting in trains

miss your awkwardness

its like you never left

i blame it on time.....


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Master Pimp Meets the Ultimate Red Neck

A man walks by in a gray polyester suit 
He tells another man to call him Juice 
The other man in bright orange hunter's clothes, he looks bold and brash 
He tells Juice to call him Cold Hard Cash 
They sit at the bus bench to discuss a new business they want to start 
It all begins tomorrow around the corner at the local trailer park 
Cold Hard Cash tells Juice, this is my last 500 bucks, but what the heck 
It all started when the Master Pimp met with the Ultimate Red Neck 
Cold Hard Cash tells Juice, follow me, I will give you the grand tour 
Starting at my trailer on lot number four 
As they enter Cold Hard Cash's place, it smells like rotting potatoes 
Juice enters and slips on some cherry tomatoes 
Cold Hard Cash says here and hands Juice a plate of sauerkraut and dogs 
He tells Juice, if you stick around for supper, I will roast us some frogs 
Juice asks Cold Hard Cash, after we eat, can I be given the golden key to the 
park 
Cold Hard Cash, says let's go next door we will begin at Judy Starks 
Juice goes with Cold Hard Cash to interview their first employee in their line of 
money makers 
After the interview, Judy says yes, Juice comments, she's a real shaker 
At the next interview, the girl shows them why her picture used to be on Breck 
This all transpired when the Pimp Master hooked up with the Ultimate Red Neck 
Juice says we need one more so we can rotate them around the clock 
We will put them to work outside the laundry mat and liquor store, which are on 
the same block 
Cold Hard Cash asks what if one calls in sick 
Juice answers in a business voice, then one of the others will pull a double shift 
Juice points and asks what about this place 
Cold Hard Cash says you don't want to see her face to face 
Cold Hard Cash says she's the one they used to design Shrek 
Good luck with your business, Master Pimp and the Ultimate Red Neck 


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DARK MOONLIGHT

Watching from pin hole
lamps of baked clay.
Every thorn was in my flesh.

I was losing my voice
in crowd of maniacs.
Dragonflies climbing on worn leather.

Through cracked sunroof –
skull splinters into million heirlooms.
Fever climbs the feudals.

Why were you impatient with me?
I was narrating a shocking tale.
Frogs had acquired the land.

Plot was thickening every day.
Take me if you can, in the heavy shower
of meteorites in dark moonlight.



SATISH VERMA


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GIVE ME SOME POISON TO LIVE

Give me,
some poison to live
I had been dead
for many years.

I burn my hands on a flame,
blank space has started talking.
I am ill at ease –
My lips are not moving.

The pellets, the bullets, the steel –
nothing matters now.
Dirty games can go on,
I am going on bromides
to ejaculate the pain.

Sleep will not come in dark
nor the relief in white robes.
I will remain awake till eternity.

Give me,
some thorns to bleed.
Rose petals
are hurting now.


 
SATISH VERMA


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GIVE ME SOME POISON TO LIVE

Give me,
some poison to live
I had been dead
for many years.

I burn my hands on a flame,
blank space has started talking.
I am ill at ease –
My lips are not moving.

The pellets, the bullets, the steel –
nothing matters now.
Dirty games can go on,
I am going on bromides
to ejaculate the pain.

Sleep will not come in dark
nor the relief in white robes.
I will remain awake till eternity.

Give me,
some thorns to bleed.
Rose petals
are hurting now.


 
SATISH VERMA


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GLORIFIED DISCREETLY

Living on margin he was deceived again.
A grasshopper was perched on door
shedding green pigment.

Granary was empty and he was,
worried about the health of nation.
Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes.

In the name of prosperity, leftovers
set the dirty houses apart
from polished faces.

He was again afraid of interior –
bursting with statements of elegance,
releasing the bald answers to nettled questions.

The stench was glorified discreetly,
giving a pause to sorrow.
Who was destroying the sweetness?


SATISH VERMA


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SYSTEM

It was a fractured miscarriage.
The system groaned like a huge cow. 
We milked her till human thirst chopped the teats.
I belong to no glamour, 
my faults burn like classics. 
Total freedom will come 
when I am through.

The dates creep under the skin, I faint,
The tiny  minims  shine on my lips.
The symbols crash.
Me and my shadow bubbling with
the smell of poems, 
I come back to arguments.
To justify the Armageddon
 of first & last love.

How could it happen? 
The fear has death, as a lover. 
I sleep with it every night. 
The demolition of memory, it sweats like a black cloud. 
There is no religion in desires,
 choiceless destruction of each dawn.


Satish Verma


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WET LANDSCAPE

A saddened rain drop 
strikes me at the face.
When town is burning,
its dignity confronts me with force.  
A human clone rises 
like a smoke from the ruins 
of our nerves. 
Why the love has evaporated 
from our hearts?

In new spread of palaces, 
upside down roots grow with regrets. 
The dark woods depart,
small grasses peel off. 
the wounds of earth.
Tomorrow the half glory 
of our greed will be exhibited 
and leaves will burn.

Now a clearing has been made. 
Sun smiles, bakes the bones. 
The water of life 
has been denied to us. 
Beaming technology buries the classical path, 
the book and the eros. 
The wet landscape cries.


SATISH VERMA


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OF A VIRGIN GOD

Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth 
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.

Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.


 
SATISH VERMA


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CRACK OF DAWN

The king
made a fun of our poverty.
Marble faced girls always thought,
wearing black scarves –
sweeping the floor of white mausoleum.

You made a death
a loving eternity.
We die daily
in the face of old shine.

Who shoots a peacock
on the tree?
I mourn for the blue peace,
let the clouds come.

Who remains unhurt
unpained, when the night calls?
I seize a moon
to enter the crack of dawn.



SATISH VERMA


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Stars~

Stars can be

so faitful

and beautiful

stars will never

let their guard down...


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LET US TAKE ANOTHER ROAD

Let us take another road.
The boundary was not clear
between  crime and pardon
between disease and murder.

The cleft in the ravines
had hidden the rifles and landmines
when we were busy in worshipping
the rock face with folded hands
to deliver us from fear and future.

There was no ending, no beginning
of disturbing the beehive
to drink the moon in night,
hear the blues of stars
and swim in dark light.

Where was the heaven ?
Enough of nothing was not something ?
The cure of curse was not in any hands,
polity of clouds was decaying very fast
they were raining fire on the grass.



SATISH VERMA


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AN ANODE WILL DISCHARGE

Your window
was very small.
Why did not you throw the dice?
Walk away
without a want?

I had no courage
to tell the lies,
to hold the secrets
of brave tears,
which failed to live in red-bricked house.

And a naked womb
protecting the fetus
from scars and curtains,
will find a anointed bed to sleep for eternity,
for delivering, a new star.

An anode will discharge
on a galactic light,
a message of the hungry
birds of prey.
Death wants its share of flesh.


 
SATISH VERMA


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DARK PERFORMANCE

An empty indulgence,
tortures the deep imagination
the immutable name of unuttered grief. 
Gradually the fear of unknown,
takes hold of the lungs, spleen. 
We don’t put the,
solitude for soul-search. 
I am hearing myself now.

The fake overtakes the acuity. 
Death looks the sacrilege from a distance. 
The saffron clouds create 
the opacity in transparent green. 
Once we were all colorless, 
full of dirt now; storing 
our memories in empty hearts.

The vigil was over,
rains scattered the seeds.
The hours and days were littered 
with bruised limbs of shaken faith. 
No body held the banner. 
The dark performance of believers 
was sheared off by sharp lights.



SATISH VERMA


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BEYOND TRANSCENDENCE

Breaking the boundaries, 
you released energy.
Life was an immense emptiness 
with dotting of pain and sorrow. 
Counting did not help. 
You had to escape 
to painless unawareness.


Nameless you moved, 
unacknowledged, unsung.
Humility became a meaningful dialogue, 
reverberating in the creative minds. 
The contentment 
did not need any followers. 
The occult gratification,
did not need any fame.


The cessation of agony 
and anguish was important
for becoming. 
Love and compassion became palpable; 
when your heart poured, 
when silence became eloquent, 
when words become phrases.
And intelligence moved 
beyond transcendence.



SATISH VERMA


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VALENTINE

Your body in mud pack
in line of fire
suddenly finds a lover.
I was watching with concern.

Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires
was empty. Do not go raging in the 
sea, to collect the salt.
The pink eye tells the boom.

We may meet again, may not.
I was leaving behind
a trail of exiled skulls on sand.
The ghosts had left the home waking up

On periphery of trembling moon.
The door did not open for apocalypse.
I fell over long stemmed roses
since life was very desperate!


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MY CLOSE FRIEND

I know only one friend,
the best of all
from those i have.

I can't forget him,
because of his help
to accomplish my dreams.

I  was  totally unknown,
but he built my name
through what i write.

I really love him,
the saviour of my life
poetry soup the great.


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RETURN TO MYSELF

Dumbly you come 
to the brink of a precipice,
at the point of no return. 
Moving, pivoting with 
a huge perception. 
Knowing that life was exacting,
you are alive, 
alone with a conflict. 
Your choosing was a miracle.

Seeking was not ending. 
Death was an inadvertent mistake.
You lie down in terror.
Deep in the bones you know, you have to move. 
There was no cloud above the eyes,
history was an aberration-
rags to riches.

You become yourself 
when death defines a name
and I remember a sunset. 
My shaking fingers 
weave a drape of sorrow. 
There was no patch of green
I return to myself.


SATISH VERMA