And I'm looking at new York canvas
Man in the mirror
Big lou Adler
?
Copy print
He teaches desire as illusion in anger
Next day air
In the lonely night
Without a lonely write
It's the next day bourbon
Forced regard
Article un, lend, take ribbon
Set type
Articulate
Juliet Society friendly alien
Anime graphic coupe design
Interworx server adlib maintenance up?
Cellular diplexing and atenuation adlib it
On atom photon plan it
Photon up
And back
Illuminate addiction devicing
"Mobile" station "worker"
Involved in grid i.e. infrastructure bands
Desktop publishing rubbish
Good for nor bot Chomsky
demons in illusion anger desire
Sniffy states of adhd
Slow jam design access key level nerd dropout
L.A. Doll
New York Doll anime coupe sign ups
502 bad gateway newswire interupt day
Your bad
Illiterate rebels
Body body body
Categories:
adlib, analogy,
Form: Free verse
He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Persian Cat and the
Humming bird
Watches the flowers
Swaying in the garden.
Sweet nectars shall
Awaking her to be natural
Once again, but now they
stand together in awe!
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
Categories:
adlib, beautiful, business, repetition, romantic
Form: Acrostic
He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
Categories:
adlib, beautiful, business, repetition, romantic
Form: Acrostic
I portrayed the knave of hearts again,
A role it would seem I was made for.
I ventured off script and silenced my critics
By drinking them under the table.
Classically trained in the tavern arts,
I’m a boozy, bibulous sot.
A virtuoso of chugging a tankard,
A maestro of downing a shot.
I've been typecast as a barfly.
It's the same old morality play.
I’ll adlib my lines to upstage the lead,
And be star of this grim cabaret.
Categories:
adlib, allegory, drink, loneliness,
Form: Lyric
To regulate sounds force,
the wrapping, poor to pour,
examination's witness,
the Encore . . . as when
Conductors take the floor, their base adlib
with vibrant blend slows score, or multiplies
with healing source's core!
Categories:
adlib, introspection,
Form: Monorhyme
Speak to many to adore one
whose words makes coupling so
that whispers become conversations
that nuture wayward and losted souls
Recreate the first day you met
Marry in the name of Love
bend the colors of the Spectrum
To allow the rainbow to show
Fragrant nights with ecstacy
Calm tentions with love
Never allow him to be Lonely
He'll find someone else to love
Than whose begannings are new labors
that she allowed his heart to change
Than the women who supports her
shall give her instruction to adlib her to sum game
make him worthless and unimportant
use the street as a way for revenge
speak ill of him to find comfort
than those who adore you will treat him strange
Categories:
adlib, absence, adventure, betrayal, break
Form: Ballad
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My street, horseshoe-shaped lucky me!
Once worst place, anyone could live,
Nigh on everything was adlib.
Street's arms pointed north, as should be,
the right way when hung on a wall.
Keeping luck sake so it can't fall.
Happy days, children, one, two, three.
Kirk, Kirsty, a year apart, fun!
Then some years past Naomi come.
The luckiest we still agree,
three times near lost to accidents.
Like yesterday those incidents.
Naomi won't forget, nor we!
We never forget our, her luck,
those close death moments still do suck!
My street, horseshoe-shaped lucky me.
Street's arms pointed north, as should be.
Happy days, children, one, two, three.
The luckiest, we still agree!
Naomi won't forget, nor we!
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13th June 2018
New Constanza Poems Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
adlib, children, fun,
Form: Rhyme
He's on his own.
Since his dad adlib
Eeriely to his mom.
He asphyxiated by the
Aura of heart gashing.
His garland galed with fury
While gate crashing.
He ordained ****** to
Chicks wheezing whiffs.
Peering number one
On weed puffs.
People descending
Genealogicaly.
His philosophy lies
Physicaly.
He lives a fast life like
A small lump of a metal
Shot from a riffle.
His spitting image, is
Spick and span through
The naked eyes of people.
Now he whim a gaiety living.
He wish he never had this life.
Categories:
adlib, growing up
Form: Ballad
P anic gnaws a little hollow
R ight beneath my rib.
O ver a deadline my mind stumbles
C reating distraction adlib.
R ancid are the thoughts of necessity
A ccosting my fragile frame;
S urely I can avoid the crime
T empting me to shame:
I
N eglect my history paper.
A crostic I write instead.
T ruth be told:
I
N ow procrastinate . . .
G od help me focus my head!
Categories:
adlib, on work and working,
Form: Acrostic