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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required May we always address dis-complacency, the vacancy, And remove all opposes, to our roses,............................................................(Acts 18:4-6) Here at Poetry Soup, completing love’s 100% loop, in our soup, For an authentic rose, from God it grows, always knows, It’s own heart, from which it grows, For authenticity’s, dis-complacency Displaces a rose, from which it grows, then only heaven knows, A rose, from which it grows, Then it tis the mind’s dis-complacency, from it’s own heart, Then does it’s part, hid from it’s own heart, Redresses the rose, then rose begin an oppose, To it’s heart, from which it grows,......................................(II Thes.2:3-5) Ego mind persona A displaced rose, is still a rose, By it’s own authenticity, it still grows, As the heart, still does it’s part, from the very start, For it tis the mind, lost in it’s wilderness time, must realign, With beginning of time, love of heart’s kind, For it tis, redressing of mind, with heart’s beginning of time, That undresses the rose, from it’s dress of the oppose,..........................(II Timothy 2:24-25) For a rose, is still a rose, from whence it grows, Not death’s oppose, Like a tree, grows from inside itself, you see, From an higher intelligence, to be, That being, from it’s own heart, it’s love of start, Like a dog, is a dog, not a hog, Tis it’s central intelligent being, does it’s seeing, Not it’s bureaucracy of fleas, hidden in it’s leaves, Nor living in the hairs of your scalp,- Yeeeeeap! Taking their ease, if you please, As a nation, we have bureaucratic fleas, living in our leaves, The fleas are in control, should a flea be so bold, To tell the truth, tis growing old, Should a parasite raise our taxes, should the parasites waxes us, In our town hall meetings, try to ignore our pleadings, And begin their elite minded proceedings, By saying we are criminals, and it they are the emeralds, Tis our freedom of speech, being bleached, under siege, Should not even a dog own his own fleas, guys pleeeeease! Our government is not a party to our rose, They are opposed, to our rose, the fleas that grows, From the power of our rose, In our leaves, if you please, A parasite, out of sight, must take flight, Tis their complexity, the hex, no flex, too complex, Will bring our nation to it’s knees, so please, Use your voice, of choice, Our fleas have become to numerous, to humor us, Not a plus, but like a rust, Our fleas in charge of us!! 9-20-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
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