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Twelve Rounds (With) Natethegreat

I challenged you, and you finally took the bait.
This was a battle that I had to instigate.
But, you only came when I gave you a mandate,
So now I will be happy to accommodate.
Now Burger King Mandelay is on my hotplate!
"YOUR" SELF-MADE throne...I will proceed to desecrate.
But, I would love to know what made your head inflate,
Because each one of your slams sounded so innate;
Not worth the effort that it takes to conjugate.
You would be better off trying to slam KUWAIT!
I am a master poet. You can not relate.
When I started this race, I left you at the gate.
The second best slam is what we must nominate,
And the other spots are what we must allocate.
I apologize for writing rhymes that frustrate.
Stop whining! Step up! And try to eliminate!
SHUT UP! So that you do not self-incriminate.
Males should not be JEALOUS; That is a FEMALE trait!
Baby boy...You need to go back and incubate.
Climb into the ground, so that you can germinate.
Then, much later, I will come back and cultivate.
When pest step to the best, I have to fumigate!
The day you beat me is the day hell frigerates!
Just give the jury a chance to deliberate!
Form: Rhyme

Shores of Doom and Gloom In Your Faith

Shores of doom 
Needn’t engulf the space in your mind
Where without your will gloom
Can’t inhabit until faithless fleas and spiritual sleaze find

Room and space to waylay and slay without delay
The faith you profess to possess
In a spray without a ray stray
Strung and hung when you dispossess

Your faith of the strength and depth
Which faith has sunk into its roots
In each significant step and faith breath
You smuggle and gaggle in the boots

You wear with pride as you deride the loss
You claim not to suffer in the dwarf
You call disbelief and the abandon toss
Spotted in the wharf

Where faith ought to find succor
By virtue of the pride of place
You claim to allocate to the anchor
Faith can’t in your mind squeeze from a disbelief trace in a lace

Shores of doom and gloom striving to mount
On your faith a determined assault
Within a number of sorties you dismount
As conscience pangs claim it’s no longer our fault.

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she reaches behind the smokescreen

of her sunken eyed curtain veils

films of tears void of translucence

stoke reminiscent ashes that trace

another blinding thick-skinned defeat

hidden by camouflage and smears

touched up campaigns of bravery


her retinas a web of hallucinations

illusion delusion cataracts and dreams

stirred but not entirely shaken as

she reaches for another glass to empty

while numbness mixes with mirages

of victory over hits and misses

on battle lines of reconstruction


a palisade and shield from truth

her sentience slips into severance 

from memories epiphanies and falls

from grace as she applauds the circus clown 

and crazy court jester she became to be

in sadness badness insanity while

holding on to fragmented shards

screeching on the palette of many

a brush with fate curses and agony


she is a survivor of abuse and violence

exploitation and deliberate transgressions

and reaches deeply into her resolve

to allocate anger to where it belongs

instead of blaming her own kindness


she lifts the olive branch closer 

to her tumbler spits out the hemlock

and trusts that tears will dry

once excoriations have dried up

until then she is not the drunkard 

she is made out to be by sycophants

and hypocrites who spiked her

drink of life but merely coping

for the moment and longing for solutions



29th July 2021


Chanel 5

Chanel  #5


	She was immersed in a shallow
Dialogue with the guy—next—door.
	A distant conversation,
Mingling with his heart, his senses.
	Her “fake” pheromones
Brought him in to an all new ecstasy.
	This brings us to the synopsis,
About the pheromone phenomenon.
	Deceit and lies barbed her
Surreptitious, razor- edged tongue.
	Told in dissembled words,
Concealed only by many falsifications.
 	Her fragrance brought
On intrigue as of a sweet libation.
	Leading for a possible
Affinity that was from the start.
	She breaths life in to him,
As they allocate their yet lone salivas’.
	Life was better with her,
He cannot live as well without her.
	She is the girl of his dreams,
Every night, still in his unwaking dreams.
	Oh,  Chanel seems
To still turn quite a few heads.

Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Form: Narrative

Martyr's Paradise

With the brave nerve and poetic verve,
I have viewed martyr place in a daydream,
Almighty allocate, there righteous soul thereafter life,
Marvelous, awesome, splendid paradise it Seem,
 
Bowing trees of olive, flowing torrents of milk and honey,
Hanging fruits trickling nectar, Queuing castles in row,
No melancholy, pain and beavering away is there,
Take back the reward of deeds that they sow,
 
Pleased moments, precious time spent in the rogation of Almighty,
Observed happy, contented and joyful faces of all who martyr,
Almighty ennoble them from the rest of world,
We can’t imagine, the honor given to them so higher,
 
The beneficence of Almighty so vast and measureless,
Encompass the whole world from above to beneath,
He will revivify new life to them after death,
They become the twinkling star on cloud nine zenith.

Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
Form: Tazkira

Peace In Life

Peace in life



Blanketing life with mixing others
Search of freedom and joy of peace
Feels me a golden jail, 
Rather, taking fresh breath 
In the morning mild race would be fine 
In grass crushing by feet 

Maximum peace! I ever raised in heart
Was title given by smiles of others
I puzzle sometimes do they bear peace! Actually
So! freely to allocate me and others

Many unwanted kisses
In chick and neck by as if glutton piece
And hinges of boredom and chain of others
A classify of a moral tie only should be
In real life how there is peace!

So to say, grown up in such boundary 
A matter of hardship to breathe free
Peace in life is then a matter of distant for me
Without digging, deeply, for nectar within heart


A vastness of purity, filtering through, inside for peace
Needs, grave deep involvement, and sink to find point,
where it is.
A case of research for person to person, differently 
If one can find actual peace in life, Believe
Why all are in sorrows and still in confusions!
So,future is certain for them, only
Who digs path, in present, to see bright future


I will buy it investing millions, and will motivate others for it
I  like, welcome persons enjoy and invest in benefit
Then peace in life and bliss in life will be search of equipment
All will live long gladly, happily and will rest heavenly

Continue.......

Actual peace and bliss are not free as human remain searching
Points:- 
I think so, this is, this is
But to me and to them too 
Who researched and identified with clarity
Follow them, that destination who perceived with honesty
Who they are! then a matter of question
To find and follow will be
Please search and research again and again 
It is available in market easily
Perceive right shop and owner who could supply you
A piece of peace, a life piece for happiness and bliss.

Future is uncertain to them who says and lies lazily
See them who bought stars from the sky 
In the market available everywhere 
The beauty of future is only to them 
Glitters and flashy fame are not real fame.

Real future is your present time 
How you utilize as ants' retinue.


Can I Call You Mine

Can I call you mine?
I guess not.
It took me some time
To realize this fact.

Smiles reassure second chances
But never will it
Blossom and bloom.

Lady, I am weary.
Induce me a deep sleep
And allocate my fears.

Though I call you mine;
Your heart,
With aggravations,
Will never be.
© Dennis Go  Create an image from this poem.

Lady Liberty

Ratify Femininity to the nation grown from women			
Women born and bred yet they still deny
How many would it take to rectify?
Maybe a man not given equal pay
When labor was the same that day
Or maybe if our society were to decay
Then what do you think they would say?
Flowers in the world not given recognition
How all of congress is filled with superstition
Is that what we call the christian vision?
Though some say it may be too late
Too late to ignore or to open the gate?
Sitting in their highchairs “trying” to relate
The past is long overdue for reason to allocate
Great endeavors faced yet still unable obtain liberty
With a veil of shame we are forced to hide our dignity
Shoved into the darkness to wait out our captivity
Prosperous light uproot this harsh mentality
Lead the way to a brighter ultimate reality
She’s bearing the very precious life
Meanwhile enduring stress and strife
Left stored away to be an intolerable wife
But for our strength we know the destination
Tracing the stars with a beautiful constellation
We must be able come to the realization 
That exists as a signature of tribulation
Trying to acquire the expired restitution
Rights long disregarded in the constitution
Implications shamefully created like pollution
For the arrogance of humanity to remain
Inequality needs to be seen the same
Voices in the outreach heard in vain
It’s not easy to break the chain
Trying to pursue the right ongoing route
Progression beginning to suddenly reach out
Inspiration and ability consuming anything with doubt
Aiming for the constant infinity with passion and nobility
Feeling empowered to relinquish possession of the hostility
Making efforts to transcend the dialogue of hate into tranquility
we may disagree but I respect that you see things differently
Tangibility can be a tedious thing when it comes to activism
There needs to be inadvertent changes within this system
Or else we may have to experience a genuine cataclysm
Form: Rhyme

Queen Anne's Revenge

wishing he had sung his prayers last night
from both ends to the middle
fell to the ground in adoration
tore a wake through the ink stains
but not from satisfaction
plastic Jesus hold my head
a round of applause for once
or even just a soft murmur
from those in your employ
parked way out in Kokomo
my interrogator professor Zworykin
said quietly we want information
I knew I was up **** creek
without an assault rifle
with various blunt objects
aimed at what was left of my head
initiations with disfigurement
so have a melodic answer he encouraged
yah well the Third Reich fell from bad music
I spat like a backwards vampire
the swelling is an obstacle
I added for evidence I mean emphasis
the King of the Scarabs was neither mollified
nor inclined to use less aftershave
a great rectum of a situation
which is a poem in itself
I got in a few imaginary hits
before he called in the hockey franchise
with their many novel effects and manifestations
such as hugely distended penises
not at all like the computer club
fart gigglers and Balaam anointed 
who sang as they worked
that's how we laugh the day away
in the merry merry Land of Oz
always a help to morale in the trenches
to use a dirty semaphore
for the male power hug
cracking walnuts with hydraulics
the Scarab King was a backhanded guy
strung out on endless platitudes
this is a spit shine day men
do your regimentation proud
they wavered then cheered then wavered
when the going got tough
and it seemed to often
for your present narrator
they allocate security personnel
in my case a comic endorphin gigolo
the hand of a spell upon his brow
good lord not another eccentric botanist
bedecked with the fabled Trinkets of Mouthgate
traffic fines double in poet zone
former servant of the hypno-avatar
with his blemish free goats
and his tunnel vision paparazzi
hI I'm Joe Product family friend
half con half circus half fury
screaming on the rack
my one line in the play
whatever will I do now


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Bravo

That smirk that kills me
That bravo! That instills me
The blunt truth you were able to see
That I cherished you 
But you kept quiet, 
and I felt like a fool
The fool who cared
And you friend, The White Colonial Hollow Man that didn't care
Pardon me for calling you hollow
I know you’ve been hurt, struck by the need to prioritize
Shift and allocate and customize
What comes first in your life
But it still hurts that the timing was not right
That luck was not by my side
But who am I kidding
Neither luck nor time could have made this right
If your heart was not by my side
You sail upon a different tide
And I am still stuck by the shore
Looking for a grain of hope
Hope that you might turn around and sail to the coast
But do tell me, how come I was struck 

How come I favoured and noticed 
and you so fervourless? 
How can you so bluntly tell me I shouldn’t? 
How come I saw and you couldn’t
The frustration that you have ignited
Is strongly enticing, tranquilizing
I gathered some courage and uttered “I care”
Yet such feelings, along with many candidates, you couldn’t share
Made me beat myself up, for my astounding luck!
“throw it all behind you", you said
without thinking twice or even considering how I felt
it hurts to be rejected 
but you know what stings the most,
what kills the most, what harms the most
what makes me ache,
the thought that caused the pain,
was not that you didn’t care
but it was when you saw my care to be a bore
a bore that only became a load
so I fell in to utter, shrieking silence
“don’t give awkwardness space”, he said
it wasn’t awkwardness that needed space
but a wounded pride to be mended
so fly along the course of life
live your days, and so will i
too bad our stars were not aligned
I am done caring.
For what it is to my gain, if I cherish in vain
For it is better to be slapped by the Truth
than kissed by a Lie
so fly along the course of life
and live your days, and so will I
Goodbye.

Premium Member Sweet, Toppings of Happiness

I want to create & bake
A cake, I want to make
Flavor of which one?
Help me find the best one

Chocolate - My ultimate favorite
I searched for ingredients
I gather one by one in a wreath
Taking notes on other reagents

As I mixed, blend and fold
Smile touches the ends of my lips
When I'm done; I put into a mold
Licking some mix on my fingertips..

I don't like to decorate
Neither do I like to garnish
All I want is to top and allocate
Allocate and made with love and happiness

Indeed, anyone who'll bite 
Such bitter sweetness clings 
He, she, you: I'll invite
Quite luscious in devouring

by: olive_eloi
3:38pm
12/30/2013
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Form: Ballad

Morning Meditation

Deep inhalation and exhalation
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors 
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin 

dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous 
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting

state of emergent euphoria amalgamate
ting in tandem with prescription
medication to leverage mental
quiescence holistically ameliorate
counterproductive suicidal waves

riding roughshod, which repeatedly
pulsate, oscillate, and nurse qua mantra
generate breakers animate
ting my state of consciousness
incessantly inundated with said

stormy sea re: brawl mailer
daemons intent to annihilate
stealthily, jarringly,
and devastatingly annunciate
without warning a tsunami

drowning spirited lifesource,
an undesirable nihilistic thought,
I unwittingly, hatefully,
and accurately anticipate
emotional tug of war

as better angels arbitrate
struggling successfully to arrogate,
and establish erstwhile equilibrium
lest body electric will self asphyxiate
such deep seated

respiration aims to attenuate
ninety nine point nine nine nine...percent
effortlessly injecting willpower,
and survival overpowering
strength modus operandi to dominate

self destructive negative feedback loop
constantly (i.e. daily)
vying to authenticate
practiced discipline, sans shut eye
transcendent mindset to calibrate

and stymie passivity to capitulate,
where resignation writ large checkmate
ting ability to experience and consummate
spiritual ecstasy, wherefore I contemplate
the simple practice the

benefits to coordinate
setting aside absolute
value able quiet time to cultivate
blockbuster, regarding crushing
beast within that doth debilitate!

Kim Kardashian

I'm tired of all the things we have to put up with
So let me express myself and then I'll shut up quick
I'm thinking outside of it, while I'm alive I refuse to be boxed in
The only time I'll be boxed in is when I'm inside my coffin
Let me talk about the world we're lost in
How can we trust anyone when the government lie to us
I have a lot of respect for soldiers who risk their lives for us
But I hate the fact innocent people get killed who aren't to blame
3 year olds, who survive a bomb attack but won't see their parents again
Crying their eyes out, with no one to wipe their tears
Who's going to feed and protect them? They've just lived their worst fear
Lose the people they needed most, damn how am I supposed to sleep at night
I'm seeing all of this, and it appears I'm the only one who knows it isn't right
Terrorist attacks and missing planes
Kids getting killed in Ukraine
They need help so try to escape and all we do is call them immigrants
Even though they've done nothing wrong and are innocent
The news will inform you about attacks in Belgium and France
But they don't have a minute silence for Nigeria
We're supposed to just ignore Palestine and Syria
Even though their attacks are more regular, damn
The news and government are biased about what they show us
They don't want you to have sympathy for countries they believe are below us
You'll  be racist against a country yet you regularly eat their food
You dismiss their struggle, even though innocent kids are stitching together your shoes
Why do we need money, clothes and possessions to Validate us?
No matter what seats we have, none of us are as important as the people who provide the tickets and Allocate us
we hold on to material items for assurance
So when someone has more
We don't feel as important
You feel comfortable being a piranha until you're surrounded by alligators
Then you'll feel betrayed like someone should have gave you a warning
I call it karma for caring more about possessions than yourself
You cheated and swapped the cards you were dealt
Lied to the world and said it was an accident
But the government lie so how can I blame you for it
They're going to hate me for writing this
Because I got their attention by calling it Kim Kardashian
© Alex Duffy  Create an image from this poem.

Grace and Solitude

Hovering hemispheres habitual harmonics, symmetrical solitudes in their Sonics,
Mastering melodies with mnemonics, amidst approbation of acoustical avionics…
Stellar symphonies sailing Celestial Seas, applauding Angels aerially appease,
Birds belting songs on tranquil trees, botanical gardens blooming in the breeze;

Superstrings romantically resonate, virtuous vibrations valiant as they create,
Overtures upon oblivions do ornate, spheres of distortions align and allocate…
Orchestral opus overruns the trance, magical melodic maneuvers enhance,
Treble and bass clefs prepare to dance, elocution of their eternal expanse;

The Earth hums within rotation, subsonic frequencies of ethereal elation,
The masses are minstrels of celebration, titillating tunes of temptation…
Solitude's surrender thru strident skies, music awakens deep dormant eyes,
The wings of a butterfly take us to new highs, ambient assonance to arise.






April.23.2020
Grace and Solitude 
Sponsored by~John Hamilton

Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Form: Rhyme

Sun Ray

Sun ray
Time is n't with me again and again
Becalm till dawn; I can't say
There is dim hope of sun ray
Quivering earth jarred me everyday
Becalm  till dawn i can't say
thunderbolt upraised with lightening
Blemished castles made everyone panicking
Can't allocate anything countless
Aches., clamor collectively  odious

womb of mothers with departed fetus
puddles of lake over bloomed lotus
lap of mother got barren 
debiting successor adhering lone
no tears, only vacuum, nowhere to stay
becalm..., till morning i can't say

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