you’re very talkative today
said my therapist (i was in therapy) (i go to therapy every two weeks)
you’re (i) very talkative (am not letting her get a word in) today (the day i have therapy) (once every two weeks)
sorry (real apology) i say (i feel bad)
it’s okay (it isn’t) (it probably is) let’s take it one thing at a time (slowly)
now (once every two weeks) i (my therapist) don’t want you to take this the wrong way (be offended) but (here it comes) i’m (my therapist) amazed at how much nothing (nothing at all) happened (nothing at all)
here i am (in therapy) (i go to therapy every two weeks) on the couch (white) with some tea (chamomile) on the table (wood)
here i am (in therapy) (i go to therapy every two weeks) on the couch (white) with some tea (chamomile) letting nothing (nothing at all) happen again (a pattern)
here i am (couch) therapy (once a wood) nothing pattern (happen letting) chamomile
This couplet is about a hen
~ once again
Some improve their health with a daily run
Turn the key, let the engine run
Pull too hard and your stockings run
Pay less attention then paint will run
Wear cheap mascara and it may run
Power up your PC so your programs run
A winning streak shows you had a good run
There are 645 meanings of the verb “run”
I’ve shown you some—now I have to run!
Fai finta di essere un personaggio famoso; scegli l'intonazione giusta per cantare come quel cantante.
Al tre: uno, due, tre...
Ah, che bello...
Bellissimo, bellissimo.
Cantalo su un'altra toFai finta di essere un personaggio famoso; scegli l'intonazione giusta per cantare come quel cantante.
Al tre: uno, due, tre...
Ah, che bello...
Bellissimo, bellissimo.
Cantalo su un'altra tonalità... ops, così è meglio... dolce, dolce... ah, il finale... bravo, bravo!nalità... ops, così è meglio... dolce, dolce... ah, il finale... bravo, bravo!
Written by: Vaquero Waddie
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
when you're chomping at the bit
the Withers of a horse is used
to measure height
Straight from the horse's mouth
believe what he say's
don't fail to wear your Halter
in your certain disipline
find yourself a true lover
one you call your freind
Backing the wrong horse
will have ya'll airing out ya'll's lungs
I could have told you she didn't
want all that kissy stuff
tire of you before
it was over
cause she plumb had enough
a great relationship
has it all
walk trot and cantar
slow when you need it slow
fast when it needs ah-cantar
you'll know when it's right
a smooth steady pace
I reckon all things like this
it the same all over the place
Dear, you are so lovely.
I just had to ask you, “Who did your hair?” Oh so lovely.
The sky is turning dark now, lovely.
The lamp on the table flickers low, oh just lovely.
I am watching the shadows stretch long across the floor, lovely.
The wind is blowing a gale now, that’s just lovely.
Ahh, your hand found mine in the dark, lovely.
Oh look at how bright the stars are shining in the dark sky, oh so lovely.
I don’t think I would change anything because it is lovely.
I wish I didn't love and I wish more
I wish we had never met or said hello
I wish you were still a stranger to me
I wish our love never started to grow
I wish all our mistakes didn't happen
I wish things had just gone differently
I wish you weren't the one I dreamed of
I wish when my eyes closed you I didn't see
I wish you could find forgiveness
I wish your heart wasn't cold as ice
I wish I wasn't so stubborn and mean
I wish I could have just been nice
I wish you would come home to me
I wish you would just go away
I wish all this never would've happened
I wish I'm coming home you would say
Enigmatic entropy endeavours the devouring of my depressive tendencies
In the form of an effaced anonymity
Pledging a tender hand to thwart the destruction of my anatomy
Distraught estrangement of in-autonomous tailing tellings
Shall cast this faceless stranger astray
Beyond the smooth syllables of an identifying name
For these hounds that thrash in the thick of sleep
And so do weep of singularity in accompanying company
Shall chase, shall gnaw at the face, the hand that feeds the freer frailty of freedom
And chaff this chance of a chance to escape
These samsaras of silence for the requiem of a dallied day
Dancing and dashing and prancing and thrashing
In the estranged fixation of this strange savior
That wilt know not of my inner ills, beyond the disfigurement of mine own outer mutilation
K.M.P
18//9//26
A map peppered
With modern skyscrapers
And tranquil hamlets
Have I traversed today -
A map colored
In vibrant yellow tones
Of laughs and smiles galore
Have I traversed today.
And yet -
A map littered
With ruins of shattered
Buildings, cities, lives
Do I witness today -
A map tainted
With bloody, scarlet hues
Of warfare and struggle
Do I witness today.
And yet -
The same earth holds
Cities, towns, villages -
The same joy pervades
Young, old, and all in between.
The same soil sees
Cities, countries collapse -
The same heart beats
Within, as blood pours.
The map does hold
Several stories untold
Of people so diverse
Yet sharing the same soul.
Melomania
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Written By:Redamancy Mamihlapinatapai
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Sotto Voce-Col Legno Intro
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Con amore sing with love and affection.
Appassionato sing with deep passion
and intense emotion.
Amoroso sing in a loving, tender way.
Con tenerezza sing with gentle tenderness.
Romanza Romanza
she said for me to sing
a song of love and romance
a song for soothing dance
Oh sing to me
a love themed night
Amoroso: oh sing for me
Auh ooh
Warble and croon
sing with effection
Suonare in modo amorevole e tenero.
Appassionato
auh ooh auh
ooh we auh know
profonda passione ed emozione intensa.
d'amore, Romanza
auh amore auh sing
ah song of passion
oh love for me
sing a song to me
Suonare in uno stile cantabile e fluido.
Suonare con dolcezza e tenerezza.
Un brano musicale lirico, emozionante
espressivo, spesso incentrato
su una storia .Con tenerezza
oh lover for me
sing a love song to me
A moment in time
A moment unlike this
A moment so sublime
A moment of bliss
A moment of shock
A moment of disblief
A moment to take stock
A moment though breif
A moment of thought
A moment of clarity
A moment cut short
A moment in history
A moment to adjust
A moment if one
A moment for us
A moment now gone
Written febuary 2025 following on the pattern of poems time,love,thoughts,others in tbis pattern from 2012 was in moment when wrote snap shot moments ....
If I were a zombie
I would definitely eat your brain
Not because I wish you pain
But because I’m consumed by jealousy
I want to be just like you
Act just like you
Think just like you
Have your brillant brain in me
Be able to understand what you see
If I were a zombie
I would eat your brain
Is this a part of my insanity ?
I don’t want to be plain
I don’t want to die in vain
Please, let me have your identity
Quicksand has not been on my mind
for decades, neither have brass knuckles
a pillow by any other name is a bureaucrat’s sword
pensive, dormant even in elevator shaft #11
o, frustration, o the itch to do it all now
O, ambivalence, o, vacillation
O, marination, o intimation, O cruise vacation
O litigation, o fraternization, o Hi o
(Did I win the prize? I hope so. Do you think
I can possibly be writing for pleasure?)
O, Portia, where art thou now?
Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
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