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I have a new lover
who makes me smile just like a mother.
I have a new lover
who does things the way I want.
I have a new lover
who sleeps just at the tip of my tongue
she falls off when I open my mouth
her breath is directly connected to mine
she dies the day I close my eyes and the world will remember me just because of her.
I have a new lover
who never goes out without my concent
she goes just to deliver my assets
my delivery van
without her the world calls me dumb.
I have a new lover
who knows exactly how I feel and acts the way I think
the right person for me
bone of my bone
the flesh of my flesh
How come I was too busy to know I love you?
I have a new lover
whom all my worries are laid
she toils day and night
just to make me glow, am whole.
she defend me against the world
when am wrong she goes to say am sorry
she define me when people need a clue.
I have a new lover
who is better than gold, immune against the cold
and never get old.
she goes before me to places unknown
through her my name is known
how come I was too dumb to know, you are all I own
I wish I fell in love with her long ago.
I have a new lover
her name is WORDS
how come I had her and still searched for love?
no wonder I was so alone.
I was a fool
now that I found you
I will caress you with kindness
feed you with truth
show you out with love
till the whole world gets to know how powerful you are
and say you aloud in oneness.
I WILL TREAT YOU WITH CARE.
I will possess you will harmony
till you drive away their sadness
I will fertilize your womb with salvation
till you birth in men grace
I will wash their eyes to know YOU ARE THE TOOL WITH WHICH WE CHANGE THE WORLD.
My lover, My words you will bind the world with peace.
Copyright © abel ugbabe | Year Posted 2018
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Shotgun shells, fireworks, an empty casing,
Burnt gunpowder sensed with imagined smell,
Bring a smile as the mind begins onward racing,
Of times past and grand stories to retell,
Hunts to remember; 4th of Julys raising hell.
Even the repugnant is remembered with glee,
Fresh swine manure upon beds of loose straw,
Time on the farm, a boy’s life lived carefree,
Fishing, hunting, and building with grandpa,
Learning gun safety and how to hammer and saw.
A favorite to this day is corn cut fresh,
Dust in the air with stalked rows piled,
Behind the red tractor and an 8 row thresh.
Memories overflow of that innocent child
Of the fun that was had, a boy in the wild.
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2018
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Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.
Never mind,I am the only place of
my heart away from this heart.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
Speak or say no,but I will still speak.
I have live for you only how I left you.
In the whole world, i am only wishing you.
Do not ever tell me,you forget me,
I'm not going to listen.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.
Never speak that moon will ever be
separated from the moonlight.
Is anyone ever happy to lose his life?
This is what I want for you,your loved once.
Never mind, I'm the only place of
my heart away from this heart.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.
Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018
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My wish is that you are my heart's love.
My happiness is only from your happiness.
More than you and no longer I love someone.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.
I love you,I will go from this world.
As long as i will live sweetheart,I will love you.
My life is all over now,it is only for you.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.
My heart is my pain,you know it.
The thread of my breath's necklace is tangent to you.
Relationship is like this,whose rupture is not approved by
I will settle for you in my breath.
Without you,I will live a moment now.
I have strong sense of you.
You are my comfort to the eyes.
I have won by seeing you and this is my job now.
No more than you and no one is my wish now.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.
Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018
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Love is the confluence of two peoples,
this bond is of two relationships,
one is way and one is the destination.
One of the hearts of both heart beats.
This is the bond of all their births.
Love is the confluence of two peoples,
Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018
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There just isn't enough febreeze
to rid the room of the haze
Of a dog fart, strong and silent
It kind of puts you in a daze
It kind of sneaks in, then it hits you
An olfactory h-bomb in your face
Meanwhile, he just lies there
He's wiped the room with anal mace
There is no middle ground here
They always smell like something died
Like he caught a squirrel in the garden
Now, it's rotting his insides
Dog farts, are a weapon
That our army has not used
In fact I told them in a letter
In their reply, they were amused
"We've tried to duplicate it"
"A killer weapon... stops the heart"
"But, our scientists just aren't able"
"To reproduce a strong dog fart"
"Thank you for your consideration"
"We'll let you know, if we succeed"
"We agree with your kind letter"
"dog farts escape and then they breed"
Sometimes when a dog farts
It makes a noise, he turns around
"my god, I smell incredible"
is the look comes from my hound
So, if you've never smelled a dog fart
And your dog just sneaks one out
Do yourself a favour
Do not feed him brussel sprouts.
Copyright © roger turner | Year Posted 2018
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Land of Dreams
Candy-colored beams
Tree streams of Yellow Lemon Dew Drops
Red, Green and Blue Gumballs Cars
The path to Rainbow City covered with Peppermint Boat Docks
Sugar Cane Boats floating thru a Chocolate covered River
All sorts of Colored Coded Candy, that is sure to please
A little boy and little girls wish would sure to have a Candy Land Adventure in the
Land of Dreams
Copyright © Migdalia Torres | Year Posted 2018
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Shelly said that Darlene said that
Tina said that you are an ignorant fool.
So?
Jinny said that Zinna was rolling her eyes at you.
Farina said you have cooties.
So?
Do you want to hear what Allie said about you?
No, thanks.
Minnie said….
“I don’t want to hear it,” I tell her, skipping away.
“You are a poppie butt!” she yells after me.
Thank you, I yell back.
“You are CRAZY!” she hollers, angry now.
“THANK YOU!” I yell louder.
“They were talking trash about you,” my friend tells me.
Wait a second. This is my friend?
“Are you going to talk to them about it?”
No.
Are you going to fight them?
I throw back my head and laugh.
Once I mastered the skip away, the stay away and the thank you
Bullies had no power over me.
They started bothering others.
I try to teach my friends
Bullies will leave you alone
If they don’t think you are getting mad or sad.
Being so danged light skinned .
I had a terrible time mastering
Those telling pink cheeks.
I had to practice with
Trusted friends,
By letting them calling
Me names and practicing
My strategies.
The Keep Away.
The Skip Away.
The Thank You.
Believe me,
I now have it right.
No one bothers
Me now.
It’s simply
No
Damned
Fun.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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Met him in 3rd grade,
with me ever since then.
By my side in both my
Pain and Gain.
Giving company in times of need,
sharing his joys,
in return for my grief.
Fight we did over petty issues,
to strengthen our our relation a whole lot more.
Shared all secrets ,
taking the blame for one another.
Over the year our relation,
has got stronger,
Rather sacred.
to others he is my friend,
but for me he is,
"My Brother from another Mother"
~V~
Copyright © vinayak pratap | Year Posted 2013
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(Veterans Day 2009)
Side by side, they stood at attention,
facing the American flag,
former Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines.
Not one muscle twitched, nor eye blinked
as the 3rd Grader stepped to the microphone.
"Because of you, I am free," she said.
In a clear voice, she continued to express
her appreciation and gratitude,
for their service to their country,
their sacrifice for freedom.
Though his legs trembled like Jell-O
beneath the knife-edge crease of his uniform,
Grandpa's pride filled his throat
as the little blond resumed her seat.
She had recited the entire speech
from memory, and later received
a note from her school principal--
Awesome job today!--
which now decorates the front
of his refrigerator.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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I remember in my 3rd grade class our paths first crossed
You reached out for my hand instead you touched my heart
Since then we've built a bond that's unbreakable and shatterproof
We share our pains and we nurse each other's wound
Always looking out for one another in our times of need
So close we are we speak without uttering a word;
We share a language that's secret
We built a wall to guide our confidences and no one can breach it
I bring to you this moment my silent confession
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity, you are my very best friend.
Poem written by: Wole Francis and Chiquita Chiamaka Baity.
contest: Grab a mate and collaborate.
Theme of contest: Friendship.
Date:08-28-201
Copyright © WOLE FRANCIS | Year Posted 2011
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I remember in my 3rd grade class our paths first crossed
You reached out for my hand instead you touched my heart
Since then we've built a bond that's unbreakable and shatterproof
We share our pains and we nurse each other's wound
Always looking out for one another in our times of need
So close we are we speak without uttering a word;
We share a language that's secret
We built a wall to guide our confidences and no one can breach it
I bring to you this moment my silent confession
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity, you are my very best friend.
Poem written by: Wole Francis and Chiquita Chiamaka Baity.
contest: Grab a mate and collaborate.
Theme of contest: Friendship.
Date:08-28-2011
Copyright © ChiquitaChiamaka Baity | Year Posted 2011
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I am god.
I have destroyed all that is evil, and all that is good.
Remaining is the past.
The past is so full of potential, don't you think?
It retains your thoughts, your whims, your sins.
Everything about you, in my filing cabinet.
Every time you've lied, every time you've rubbed one out.
I know every girl you've thought of. The guys, too.
Your 3rd grade teacher, really?
It's all in the past.
It's all between my eyes.
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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Why love me with a betrayal?
Immature was just me,who believed to be?
But his promises were false and
all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?
I lost heart too,at the time of doing it.
But the thousand pieces of my heart made it.
Because his promises were false and
all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?
What will she do to heart?
What will she recognize in love?
No one who loves her heart.
She is unfaithful.
She does not love.
Why love me with a betrayal?
Immature was just me, who believed to be?
But his promises were false
and all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?
Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018
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-Dedicated to Abby (written in 3rd grade, okay.)
there was a dog
she was my friend
she wasn't "just a mutt"
she always came when you called her name
and she always looked left and right
before she crossed the street at night
i loved her so much
but now she's gone
that dog was special
that dog was sweet
she wasn't a "mutt"
she wasn't a "full-breed"
she was my friend
she's still in my heart
she's still in my mind
she's sitting, listening all the time
always with me
always there
not always licking my hair,
but there.
Copyright © Natalie Copeland | Year Posted 2012
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When life began to live,we did not know anything.
What is to be done,what was to be done,
did not we also have it?
Was the head of those parents of the hand,
those who got it was also born.
Gradually enlarged we,we now stranded the world.
We learned to earn money,teach the house to run its on.
Learn to handle even those who have brought us here.
Teach to raise the expenses too marriage and wife.
One day came my sadness,when by parents.
I got my hands off.
Going to that day when this gum broke on me.
Now,I also have to give pleasure to my children
by becoming a shadow.
For me, all life is for me now.
All I have learned from life I have to give them to.
My dreams is now,they have to suffer all for their own sake.
It is just that I have to say this is the journey of life.
Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018
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L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball
chairs.
E veryone is excited; the snow is falling and
T he five-year-olds woke up screaming with excitement,
Y elling their head dendrites off, dancing and galloping
S ix ways to Sunday, and it’s only Tuesday,
P rincipal skates into the room, “Lickety Split!” she yells.
“L et’s all help, and get them out there quick!” The 2nd grade teacher sticks in
her head to hollar,
“I ce will be here within the hour. Everybody help.” A bunch of 4th and 5th
graders run in to help dress
t hem. Seconds later, the worn-out Kindergarten
Teacher throws out a magic lasso, and 39 kindergarteners all grab hold. The next minute, they
land in a big snow drift.
“Lickety, lickety, yickety, bickety, pickety, split!” they all yell, running away in every conceivable direction.
Prepared for Lickety Split Contest
Debbie Guzzi Written 4-9-2018
Unless it’s closed, then just for fun!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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Friends, teachers, buses, homework, and my parents made my school days my
best kept memory.
Not at all was I the worst kid, I sat in class quiet and paid attention when we
learned cursive.
While in my desk I sat behind Bria playing with her braids, she was the 1st crush
I ever had while in 3rd grade.
They didn't show us films on MLK to advance but took us outside and learned to
square dance.
See I got paddled in Elementary there was no fair chance or even maybe a ruler
held by Mrs.Jackson's bare hand.
In my school days school made me a bad kid because I hung around adolecent
athletes who loved to snatch and dash quick.
I didn't have s%@t no new clothes or nothing just long jeans in the winter made
them cut off's in the summer.
Copyright © Bakari Wright | Year Posted 2006
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I was a vampire that night.
My fangs were red and orange with candy corn.
My face was smeared white with sweat and paste
Causing a ghoulishly acrid taste to drip into my mouth.
My plan and curfew were quite clear, quite simple:
I needed to suck the mortality out of 4-7 9-year-old female virgins
And be back home in bed by 9:45. (It could be done.)
The week prior I had heard of an un-dead 3rd grader in Transylvania...
Sucked the blood of 100 10-year-old ex-girlfriends
And still made it home for apples and cheese.
Yet my own path of hallow'd terror
Could not commence unless I fixed the strap of my candy bucket.
I discarded the flimsy plastic strap for some frightfull-looking bungee cords,
For you see, I was not only the Ruler of the Night, winged and blood-thirsty,
I was also a genius! (I knew where the tiny bungees were kept.)
With deadened grace I floated slowly out the front door
And into the tar-colored world of shrieks and cries and moms.
I would show no mercy!
Vanquish all Truth and Light!
And always look both ways
Before crossing the Streets Of the Dead!
(And the Danged!)
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2009
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We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are my destiny,
we can not become anything of yours.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are the world on earth, mine is mine.
My love and you are my love, mine.
We can not forget you.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are involved in my breath.
You are in my eyes.
Every moment that keeps me
in my heart is your heart beat.
We can never be separated
from heart by your heartbeat.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018
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Pablo...according to me (Part 1a), read Part 1b to finish
Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.
(1) Left Profile of a Woman with Blue Hair
The lass you slay here rebukes your dogma while submitting to greater cause. I wonder if her soul preempted her locks in route to this blue oblivion.
(2) Woman with a Yellow Necklace
I don't blame you, I'd chase her too. The untamed lass -- part figurine, part conundrum, part hurricane -- who pried, cried and tried your fervor until committing to the menu and after-party.
(3) El Greco's Portrait of a Man with a Ruff
The patience you must have had, I never would. Slicing, dicing, razors slashing this debonair freak, and from the misery of linoleum too. Seems like you took 3rd Grade stencils, dipped them in the blood of barbarians, and chased it with a cocktail of speed, habanero grits and rancor. Well done.
(4) The Painter and His Easel
So it's me, watching you, watching this painter, watching and coloring the world in hope that someone is watching. Eye drops, anyone?
(5) Reclining Woman
If my wife looked like that on the sectional, maybe the dogs might behave, and I might get peace and quiet every once in a while.
(6) Head of a Woman Next to a Window
The pink streak grabs my gut, saying trace my face with grace, then maybe you tackle what I see, what l need. On that note, Windex ever?
..to be continued in Part 1b (because the Soup won't let me post it all here, ugh)...
(8/1/15)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2015
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Stay in your dreams and live in your breath's.
Do not be far away from you but be a moment.
Yes,I love you, I am open to you.
But not silent,now I can hear it.
Live in your eyes, in your memories.
But do not stay away from you a moment.
Yes,I love you, I am open to you.
But not silent,now I can hear it.
I will walk with you and paint to yours color.
Let me tell you no one except you.
Keep your things in,your tambourine is also to endure.
And not only you, I will do any work.
I want to tell you my love, say to you I'm your friend.
From your lips I now have my name this listen.
Stay in your dreams and live in your breath's.
Do not be far away from you but be a moment.
Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018
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Words Words
Bitch and whore
The girl runs away
she slams the door
she takes a knife
and cuts her skin
remembering how screwed up her life has been
she leans to the toilet
throws up to be thin
at school all she has is a grin
She cuts cuts cuts some more
Screaming in pain, blood on the floor
People call her emo people laugh at her face
But they haven't even tried to be in her place
Her dad just died, her mom has depression
her brother has to go through a therapy session
Why can't people see? that grin is a lie
everything's done for her, her life's slowly fading by
Bloods dripping on the floor, she's screaming in pain
she can't eat because that means more weight to gain
She wishes to be perfect she says it's not fair
she says she hears people talking about her hair
She cuts it all off, her soul has been broken
but she never told anyone, her words were never spoken
She takes the rope, hangs herself in the dark
She no longer has a beating heart
Her friends fall to the ground
when they hear the word "She's dead"
Her brother cries as he sleeps in her bed
She is gone
She is done
Just because of people. making fun.
She's buried on a Saturday,
people start crying
all because that one girl stopped trying.
so before judging someone on their weight or their clothes
their laugh their talk their hair or their nose
Just take a moment to realize and see
Everyone is not always who they seem to be.
Copyright © Amelia Josephie | Year Posted 2018
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I begged my mum "don't feed him beans!"
I even said "please;" I wasn't mean.
"But it's dad's favorite" she said with a frown
"Now wash your hands it's almost sundown"
I watched her pull out a face mask and matches too
The day after beans she's always a greenish hue
Once dinner ends dad's performance then starts
A series of whistles and honks all made with farts
1/29/2018
Copyright © FJ Thomas | Year Posted 2018
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There's a boy,
You can guess how this proceeds,
He feels you with joy,
Making you smile with ease,
Only he's out of your league,
You're ugly and gross,
Filled with fatigue,
He's more attractive than most,
When he smiles your breath stops,
His voice is what makes your heart skip beats,
But when the daydream drops,
And your eye actually meets,
You know he's the perfect one,
The guy you've been waiting for,
Only the stories not done,
You know he doesn't like you anymore,
You two just don't combine,
He's better than you,
He'll leave you behind,
You know it's true.
Copyright © Sophie Wilson | Year Posted 2018