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Long poem by Lea Hela | Details |

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For the time being obtain the overall game customer hasn't however already been provided, that ought to occur whenever which is great to say which every thing all of us perform nowadays is going to be saved in your take into account the situation to become customer you'll be able to carry on exactly where a person remaining away. The other day noticed the actual discharge from the recognized SWTOR and also the effective manufacturer at the rear of wasn't sufficient sufficient to ensure he or she remains within the atmosphere for several years, individuals from BioWare attempted in order to inform you much has already been prepared for future years from the online game.

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However ought to all of us have confidence in the actual guarantee or even the much more likely which quickly the actual gamers may pressure the actual disinterest from the Aged Republic being free of charge, because offers occurred along with the majority of video games within the style? In spite of getting effective titles at the rear of the overall game, because BioWare as well as EA, we are able to remember which Sony On the internet hasn't experienced a lot good fortune along with Celebrity Conflicts Galaxies.


Long poem by Peter Dorr | Details |

News Junkie

                                    I get it when I want it 
                                  
                                    it is always on tap
 
                                    it can be a rap   
                                
                                    or maybe a trap
                                    
                                    to suck you to

                                    celebrity crap
                                 
                                    yet it was the 
               
                                    lifeblood of 

                                    my job not 

                                    missing a fact 

                                    analysing 

                                    transmitting 

                                    to others  

                                    the world 

                                    as it is 
                                      
                                    and was 

                                    yet knowing 

                                    that truth 

                                    lies open 

                                    to all lies 

                                    that lay 

                                    in wait to
                                 
                                    ambush truth 

                                    for media studies 
                    
                                    of any ilk are 

                                    dislked by those 

                                    press barons 

                                    masters of spin 

                                    as one tv hack

                                    said of Saville's

                                    victims they are 

                                    everyday ordinary people

                                    so inferior to her and him
                   
                                    so do not panic block 

                                    your ears close your eyes

                                    today's news is yesterday's

                                    fish and chip newspaper

                                    literally or metaphorically

                                    yet nuggets of truth are 

                                    found if not now just lift 

                                    yours eyes from paper 

                                    or from app by looking 

                                    at people or look on 

                                    this winter's day 

                                    and smile since 

                                    spring will come


Long poem by Leonora Galinta | Details |

LINDA-THE BIRTHDAY GIRL

( Poet Destroyer-our dearest PD) Loveliest and greatest poet, sis and friend of mine in poetry site, Loved so much by everybody, I’m shouting this with all my might; Let’s make October 7 a very special day again for her this year, Let this poem of mine heralds the biggest party, I loudly cheer! In this home and family of ours, now extended… big and so happy, If she isn’t around, everybody is lonely without her and her stellar poetry, I’m making this day the most memorable and happiest moment as can be, In this world, she’s one of our most precious gifts from God, the Almighty. North to east, east to west- -in both primary and secondary directions, Never miss this moment… let’s all dance and sing in her grand celebration, Now sending all my loving wishes as she blows out candles on her birthday cake, Never fading love, joy, health, blessings and more best wishes, she’ll take. Dearest sis, friend of mine and greatest poet of everybody, Day ‘til night… every moment I whisper special prayers for you so dearly; Drop all your loneliness and keep in mind that everybody cares so much and love, Dream of yours will be fulfilled for I know you’re blessed from above. An exceptional poet who never ceases to amaze us, A unicorn lover dazzling us with her unique and stupendous writes; A queen and muse of both poets and Librans, so brilliant and so smart, A very beautiful celebrity deserving great adulation, here’s our huge sweetest hugs. Sept. 22, 2013 7.15pm HER BIRTHDAY: OCTOBER 7, 2013 (Now, Monday here & Tuesday in US)
HAVE A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST POET SIS & FRIEND LINDA. I LOVINGLY WISH YOU ALL THE HAPPINESS, GRACES, BLESSINGS , GOOD HEALTH, GOOD LUCK & PROSPERITY AND ALL THE BEST THINGS IN THIS WORLD THAT LIFE EVERYHOLD TODAY AND THE YEARS TO COME! MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE! GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY/ LOVE ONES! Notes: 1. This birthday poem was posted ahead of time on my special blog for our very dear Linda because I was worried that I can't post a blog anymore due to the expiration of my pm before her b-dday. I supposed to post both this poem & the blog on the 7th. 2. The above special birthday poem is called ACQUAINT FORM/Leo form. ;)))))An acquaint form is my newly experimented form of poem combining 3 forms: an acrostic, quatrain form ( stanza with 4 lines) and a quintain english ( with rhyme having no set of measures or foot) ;))))))). Proven & tested to be one special form in my mini-poetry lab.;))) This is my give- away sharing to u for enjoying my birthday poem & special blog for her & also for your greetings to all Librans. I hope you will enjoy! Thank you so much! First Place Contest: Birthday Girl Judged: 10/7/2013 Sponsor: My greatest poet, PD


Long poem by Peter Dorr | Details |

Open Closed

                           
                                  Open Closed





Open letter addressed by me to myself as as though I am in any way complicit in my third time failure; entering what is becoming an annual crop failure in the beautiful place where I was ugly born; where the judge year after year looks red rock faced with rage, or with tears streaming down their cheeks with incredulity at my wide off the mark poesy. My crop this year was two haikus short on which reasonable people (whoever they are) would love to quaff while the other, long lines, (just within the limits) as though I, a Camusian existentialist, had counted, discounted again, and again, until the dizziness of decision made me yelp, "yeah! it does me proud oh judge". 'Perception is All' as it foxily upsets our stall. In our life expressed for truth it is hard to tell even if quarried deep for it is still queried deep. Shallow or short 'Truth is not open to all' but is seen as so precious as to be hermentic, sealed, so only the few, only the right-on literati can judge.
Never mind! This old comforter raises one's eyes from the list of winners - one, two, three; 'Highly Commended' too; the sentence embossed by one's writing on the envelope, for the arena of the sky backdrops the shushing green yellow tree leaves and slowing turning gold beach hedge that the red hot copper has so speedily, successfully infiltrated. As the Constable clouds stately sail by on their voyage eastwards there is always next year, an easier open, or my very own closed, competition - even then not winning! All this is small beer compared to the rum of worldly strife, the champagne of celebrity, the vin ordinaire of the good, the bitter of labour, and our sometimes burgundy blessed days. Peter Dorr 25th. October 2011


Long poem by Keith Jefferson | Details |

I God Myself and I Guide Myself

Jesus versus me makes this world brutal. Its a crucial
worship. I am main master of this ship cell called
Earth. My version of God being first is I am original and ahead of
world and church. Makes me head world leader. I am
always in the lead. People bleed just cause of nobody
accepting me. I want to feel equal its simplicity of
respect see how much iy menas to me by testing me
out. I make the future. I am a creature that is 
always in advance placement. Want to make an altartercation on all altars and 
add kitchens.Leave my blood alone. I am in the auto zone.  Lettuce 
prey upon an apron for cooking. I am a predator. A mentor. The world is under my 
man age mentor. My supervision. The world is under devolpment, with a devils 
judgement. I hate to be alone and in the zone. Jesus cross means to me a grid 
of aim. X marks the exact act. From any angle of longitude and latitude, to the grid 
of forming a face, and tile of a structure. I never retire. Plus you cannot fire me, but 
praying to the wrong creator ignites a demon. Will demonstrate from the 
beginning to end and start again.
T(he aven)ger. You will not see me coming. I know where you are. What you 
wear. Next celebrity to say they are the author, you will wear dirt. You will not see 
my shirt. My bet is the again street. You against me makes you an enemy. You 
cannot flee me. Celebrities are fleas and I want to approach these roaches. 
Hand them a shovel and say can you dig it. My digits are accurate for accuracy. 
Blast for me=blasphemy, is like my PHD.  I never do the time but commit every 
cfrime and condemn them in a cell, I fell. Bucket,  Cry me a river.People in jail or 
in the grave this is worse then slavery. MY calvary is people worried about 
calories, Sorry you were examples that I sample.  My trigger is hot. My shot is just 
read, as I tread my form, I rule the tv screen and the reality scene. I form the print 
with my eyes.Never can slow down, calm down, and come down from this higher 
power. I can make you like sour. My choice of your likes and dislikes is like yikes. 
I can possess the lady with a skirt to flirt, and burp. I am King Author. I am the 
Authority.  The real version. Its real. Revealed here in the light of my Fort 
Lauderdale.My Light of day. I want to collect before I resurrect. Isarel you sin 
surely by the titile of your scared land. I am sacred. Rape me. I will continue the 
menu. Omen. I design trains, plains, planes, transactions, explosives like 
landmines. South Florida is my landmine. Mine own design, baby.


Long poem by louise nelson | Details |

the courage to be different

the courage to be different to buck the status quo
to be a child and disciple of the God that we all know
I know what it's like to be young, I remember my childhood
I remember all of those times, the bad and the good
I remember what it's like to simply stand out
to be different from everyone else who was about
I remember all the shame, the heartache and all the pain
I was tall for my age and always stood in the back of the line
from kindergarten to way beyond junior high
but not only was I tall but my family had little funds
I missed out on a lot of things after all was said and done
but I had the courage to be different for I had a dream
that despite my circumstances I would achieve great things
for God did single me out, He had me on His mind
He made a way when I could see no way and His path I did find

when I look at the youth of today, I see such anger and confusion
demonic tattoos, prison mentality, living on celebrity illusion
totally unaware that they're inviting danger
from unknown and familiar strangers
more concerned and worried about their appearance
not having the courage to try and be different
you don't need to run with a pack or hang out with a gang
God has a blessing just for you that He has arranged
yet He will allow the enemy to have a limited takeover
but He will eventually intercede with an ultimate makeover
just possess the courage and the faith to just believe
that the Lord God can do anything you can perceive

He burnt the meat, He burnt the wood, the rocks and the water in the trench
God can do the impossible if you believe He can make a difference
He will take you to another level, He will lift you up
His power is omnipotent and will fulfill your spiritual cup
for it's not about the world's window dressing 
that the Lord God finds impressing
He cares not about your designer clothes nor the type of car you own
He cares only that you believe in His Son, the crown, the cross and the throne
He will overfill your treasure chest
just shut up and let Him do the rest

so raise your children to trust and believe in the Lord
to have the courage to be different and the balls to get on board
to march to the beat of a different drum
to know that with God victory has been won
to not have a spirit of fear
to know God is always near
that despite any failures, faults and all things disappointing
that the Lord God  can still bless them with an anointing 
for God has given them an inheritance
and the courage to be different
 



 


Long poem by andrew delapruch | Details |

yellow ribbon: in memoriam

pause for a moment of silence
before continuing your day
to bless your lucky stars
that you were born within these 
borders
which increase every day their campaign
to keep others out or to send those back
whom have established families & 
jobs---
some for nearly two decades.

in the same breath we so easily 
forget
that this country was built on the labor produced by a
steady flow of 
immigrants who came here willingly &
by slaves who were dragged here 
against their will
to help the white men who successfully fled
taxation in one empire
to come here, kill off the native population as 
best as they could
& establish a new empire
(even more powerful than the one that they 
left)
in order to fill their pockets,
passing their indestructible wealth down the
line of their descendents for centuries to come.

after plowing down all in their paths in order to
make it to the other coast of this new found
cash cow---
leaving nothing but blankets bearing small pox,
dead buffalo & dead native americans all along the
way,
the empire found need to expand beyond our borders
& to confiscate all the resources that they could---
over land & all bodies of water
they trudged on,
speaking loudly
& carrying a big big stick
slamming it down upon the heads of all who 
resisted---as well as those that didn’t.

so while we still exist in this dwindling american
age---with china just over the horizon
ready to take up the reins,
it seems appropriate to close our disgusting
first world, celebrity worshipping, fashion 
fanatical, complacent, increasingly illiterate, 
& sedentary 
mouths,
and to remember the stolen lives of the
civilians
(whose number is always kept from 
us---always estimated & scant at best)---
those that once resided in 
the countries with whom we have most recently
been slamming the empire’s billy club down upon,
tirelessly & without any notion that an end of our
torturous beating frenzy
is in the near future.

tie a yellow ribbon
round that tree
for the
between
125,421 &
240,000
Iraqi civilians who have been killed so far,
as a result of the united states invasion “beginning” in
2003.

tie another for those
dropping like flies in our new
vietnam---
anywhere between 9,000 & 
27,000 are supposed to have been
killed so far, in the current
Afghanistan debacle.  

in this century, if you are a 
budding
young 
capitalist---
best to invest in yellow ribbon,
it is most certainly a safe bet.  


Long poem by michael madukairo | Details |

Can money buy love 2



Value people they worth more than money
Money is worth spending as people are worth loving
People are the currency you need to get what you desire
People will make you know people that will give you the money
People will provide the avenue you will make the money
Through employment, business contracts and projects

Value people without their money
Value people with your money
Value people they are worth more than money
Value people they are the asset you possess
Value people since they are the clothes we wear

People are those you need to make the money you want
People are those you need to build your reality
People are those you need to believe in your ability
People are those you need to invest in your creativity
People are those you need to influence your personality

People are those you need to make you a celebrity
People are those you need to inspire your originality
Be loyal to people than your money
Build a network of people and your money will serve you
Spend people wisely and invest in people prudently
Since money is worthless without people and 
People are senseless without love

Value People more than money
Since those who have people possess the money
Since those you know, know those who know where the money is
People are those who crack your ribs with their humorous laughter
People are those who irritate you and make you annoy others
People are those who make you like or dislike marriage relationship
People are those you spend your time with and your money on
People are those who share with you in your down times and up times
People are those who you share your emotions and intentions with

What is the essence of your money 
Without people to spend it with
What is the essence of your money 
Without people to share their love with you
What is the essence of your money
Without people to identify with you

People are worth cherishing without prejudice
People are lovely to be with and painful to live with
People are beautiful to smile with and sorrowful to depart from
People are enjoyable to let-go and horrible to stay-with
People are precious and pious… people are gorgeous and glorious

People are saints…people are demons
People are angels sent by God and the devil’s advocate
People are the devil you know
People are the angel you don’t know
People are the demons masquerading as the angel of light
So love people and respect people
Since your money is worthless without them around you
To celebrate with you and mourn with you



Long poem by charles hice | Details |

ValentinesDay

 ValentinesDay 
ValentinesDay 

 
 
A Massacre 
 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
FortyEighth 
 Valentines Saint Massacre Day was in Chicago the man played them a tune on 
his fiddle. The Aftermath The newspapers instantly picked up on the crime, 
dubbing it the "St. Valentine's Day Massacre." The story appeared on front pages 
around the country, making Capone a nationwide celebrity. While Capone 
seemed to revel in his new fame, he also had to deal with the new level of 
attention from federal law enforcement officials. Capone is sitting by his 
swimming pool catching his non existent fish and he begins to reminisce this is 
Capone speaking now "The boys missed MORAN it was a terrible thing" The 
spaghetti was gotten cold and now the fish that eye find will have to do to feed the 
diseases in my mind eye the Capone knoe that now eye am just dying of all the 
real good times. Alphonse "Al" Capone was one of the most famous U.S. 
gangsters during the 1930s, a Chicago-based boss involved in illegal gambling, 
bootlegging (illegal alcohol) and prostitution. Capone got his start in New York, 
working as a thug and bouncer (where he got the three scars that spawned his 
nickname, "Scarface").Al Capone spent the last year of his Alcatraz sentence, 
which had been reduced to six years and five months for a combination of good 
behavior and work credits, in the hospital section being treated for syphilis. He 
was released in November of 1939 and taken to a hospital in Baltimore where 
he was treated until March of 1940. For his remaining years, Capone slowly 
deteriorated while staying at his Palm Island estate in Miami. On January 25, 
1947, he died of cardiac arrest. Eye saw a stranger carry love in his right hand 
today he carried his love in his hand a bunch of flowers in a wrapper for a vase 
and eye thought of Al Capone disgraced. Eye can still remember the movie how 
he bit the punk's ear in Jail to make him think that he got sick too. The only thing 
worse than that is to lay in a blanket that has been stolen many times. On 
another of his movies the floozie was in bed asking him if he liked it too of course 
they was talking about manicures. He made the Chicken if he made creation 
was it the full blown bird or just the egg it would make no difference to that 
Chicken only to the education evolution. A small reference to the Jesus how can 
anyone still please him. There is a marker on ALS grave My Jesus Mercy. 


Long poem by Peter Dorr | Details |

Truth lies open to all


               It was said of old, 'Truth lies open to all', but today 

               perception is  all; no one is perfect but perception 

               can cure all blemishes, avoiding the fate of being hero 

               to zero that brittle celebrity promises in life, in posterity.



               What a vicar would be shocked to hear, to see, as though 
               
               these shock jocks of life and death are maiden aunts who

               have never lived: after their demise what a media shock,

               what a surprise that these puritans had a love life being 

               charitable on the sly, belying their dark clothed strictures.

               Prim and proper Betjeman's Fifties pose metamorphosed 

               into a lamentation that he wished that he had more sex

               unlike Greeneland's adventurist aunt who had no need to

               fabled in the Sixties: our time for ever and always for everyone.



               Making our moral dilemmas not confusing morality 

               with law, hating injustice but being unjust by being 

               self-righteous becoming our own judge-pentinents 

               before the fear of ourselves more than this wicked wide world 

               of wonders defying cynicism by imbedding in us scepticism;  

               not just of the hypocrtical red- tops that only rarely have a 

               kernel of truth besmirched by lawyers some of whom not         
               
               not having their chopped heads off are a sure defence 

               of the powerless and true. Even when perception is as 

               broadminded as the times while being full of righteous 

               outrage if time fast forwards the past obeying a new 

               morality old, dressed in new garb.    

                
 
               Who riots? Who occupies? Who wins? Who loses? 

               We see darkly as we shadow the mote in our 

               own eye until we can see we are all in this together whether 

               we are together or not; when hidden charity characterises 

               us in not in righteous mode in nor complacent commode,

               so that one day, for all living on this oblique spheroid,

               we can all truly say that, 'Truth lies open to all', on the good Earth.           
  
                          
               
                

                

      



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