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far from here and never worn.
“It’s red” I mused.
She giggled or anticipated.
They were words, not words
as they can be words
said to break the ice.
“Yes, it is” with a broad smile
then hid her lower lip
behind her upper teeth
and lashed down expectantly
waiting for my mouth
would say no more
words more than icebreakers.
And it was a song,
and I saw
she hadn’t known
as I hadn’t.
Only dreamt.
Of an island.
Or a better
Amish world
on a Vangelis
tune promising
creativity.
Those are words of course
as they are words and no more.
She also knew to do the dishes;
not to wet me she pushed with her pulses.
Hey, I saw you smile in the uncommon mirror
when I kissed the curve between your neck and shoulder.
I’ll paint you in despair because I cannot as you are,
although I think I know a lot as you do and cannot
hold me in your words, only in the no-words
between the lines where none can find
me or you in my hemp abstracts.
A negligee is easier and says a lot
which is why I said it’s also red
and can be seen and caught in that word
so openly pregnant of many no-words.
She doesn’t iron, she folds. That’s a secret
not unknown under women.
Or men.
04/08/09
That fateful, tragic day of 9/11
was a busy one, for Jannah and Heaven.
The day the seed of war was sown
dictatorships the US wanted overthrown
no wonder the worlds overdraft has grown!
The truth though was in disguise
as fox news spread their lies
despicable people, I truly despise
who pull the wool over the Sheople's eyes.
The plane that hit the pentagon
so quickly was that wreckage gone.
now so many lives to destroy
firing missiles like some toy.
So much coincedence, purely circumstance
the armies are all set now to advance
as bush and the Devil jigged a joyous dance.
I loathe to say it so blunt,
but I think Bush is a ....!
For he has turned the world against each other
and caused the death of many a brother.
It makes my blood truly boil
we started a war for cheap bloody oil.
So when the world ends with a small bang
Bush and his corrupt cronies, can go to Jahannam!!
Please don't believe all you're told,
for the truth you know, are the lies your sold!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
True love can never be bought or sold
Keeping all its power around you tenfold
like a blanket warms you from the cold
Its magical color never gets old
In all its splendor we hope to uphold
All the wonders it unfolds
Bringing our hearts into one mold
Becoming security we can both hold
With so many treasures yet to be told
You can't fake it or make it
We should never forsake it
True love is always shown
Through time we both have known
Gold nuggets wash down the stream
Changing our lives like we have never seen
Love doesn't cost money
Should be filled with hope and all things sunny
Though it does require payment from our heart
To understand all the best parts
Leading to our true destiny
With wonderful memories of harmony
True love can never be bought or sold
It's a beautiful story that is so bold
Together sharing the same thrown
Making our story really our own
So we are never alone
A special place we have both grown
Words can be bought for $2.50,
in any bookstore.
And can be used for less---
It's not what you say,
but how you say it.
Need you speak,
when you can show me
well enough.
The girl that bought sandals
To walk up the country road
Realized her feet were sore
She had a decision to buy
Comfortable shoes for walking
She decided to search for shoes
At the shopping mall
Walking from one shoe store
to another
In order to ponder what she wanted
She wanted to search for styles
Determined to buy shoes
That were comfortable
She came across a brand
Skehers a shoe for walking
Tried them on purchased them
Many call making love, from
a physical reaction.
As many try to find a loving satisfaction!
True love can’t be bought, paid, or traded
This is something that shouldn’t be debated!
True love is from God, and freely given!
His love can change the way
you’re livin’!
Only God’s love can cleanse the heart from sin!
And bring true satisfaction
deep within!
If it’s “cheap love,” you seek… You can find it!
But you’ll end up empty,
hurt and blinded!
If it’s true love you want. Look no more!
Jesus is here... Knocking at your heart’s door!
Won’t you let him in? And let his
love touch you?
He wants to do this. Because
he really loves you!
He loves you so much, he bled and died!
In him, you can be made
whole and sanctified!
Won’t you accept the love he freely gives?
It will bless you each day
that you live!
By Jim Pemberton
I gave my true love a red rose
For Valentine’s Day, this I chose
I was aiming to please
But the bloom made her sneeze
Now I can’t tell the rose from her nose
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Sam bought a yellow pig in a poke
He was a chip of a good old bloke
The Yellow broke Sam's peace
Sold at a dime a piece
Sam had to put on a mourning cloak
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
December 02, 2014
Than.. he said plz..
You know I can have
any woman I want
I am rich.. I can buy anything
and I want YOU..
as he took my hand
than placed the bracelet
forcefully around my wrist
I said.. sir.. plz.. No
I am so Sorry..
as he clipped the bracelet on my wrist
and as he released my hand
I quickly got out of the car
and went around his car
he said.. but plz.. you are so Beautiful
I only want you..
Plz.. keep the bracelet
for to show you my Love is Real
as I am a Real man..
and you are mine.. I will have you
I turned and took off his bracelet
and tossed it to him
and said.. Thank you.. but No
for as you should know
Love comes Naturally
Comes from within your heart
Love can Not be bought..
My Love is Not for sale
Later in life
I ran into this
same man
as he came..
to my sisters house
He than said.. Wow..
do you remember?? Me???
than he said.. I still have your bracelet
and I still want you
And known
I do have several houses
plz.. I will have you
for you are mine
I than said.. I am sorry
but the answer is still NO
I see you not understand
but You can not buy me..
Money is not the key
for Love comes Naturally
My sister than said
Sister are you crazy
He is the Richest man in town
He can take care of you
If I was not married..
and he asked me.. I would
I said.. Oh.. Lord No..
No you would not..
Don't you see..
Love can NOT be bought
I than excused myself
and I left my sisters place
but than she called me later
telling me to change my mind
For the man is nice man
and he is rich... he provide
buy you whatever you want
I than said I am sorry NO
Sis.. plz.. do not ask that again
I am not in love with him..
Nor care about his money
Than my sis said.. alright fine...
As known..
Love is given.. within
Between two hearts
Given as a Blessing
Love is A gift from God
Love can not be bought
At any price..
Love is the Key for everything
Come to Jesus
Receive Unconditional Love
Given Freely... for you and me..
Love in Truth
your honor
my client comes
to the witness stand
if it pleases the court
zip-to-fact o circumstantial evidence
the propensity of the situation
is due to the lack of fabrication
of the circumstances thus
my client articulates and reciprocates
the jurisprudence of these
counterfeit allegations and bogus charges
in conclusion i throw myself before
the sweet mercy of this court
oh justice is blind
Halloween is coming soon
it's not that far away
But it's nothing like it used to be
way back in my day.
Part of the fun when I was young
was creating your own disguise
by using this and using that
you just had to improvise.
You might be a Clown or a Pirate
no telling what you might be
dress in your parents old clothes and with charcoal
you could draw a beard or a little goatee!
But today it's all store-bought outfits
imagination and creativity are out
original disguises no longer exist
which was what Halloween was all about!
I'm Old Fashioned and way out of touch, I know
and probably should get up to snuff
But I still think the old way was better by far
That's it, I've said enough!
I bought you the vegan shoes,
but you still got pissed
because I told you makeup
was made of whale blubber.
I was sad when you broke up
with me, but it makes a
really funny story now.
I Bought an i-Bot
My mechanical mistress came in today
Within a bicornuous box a robotic risqué
She wore a blue dress a delicious display
We danced in the moonlight a starlit sway
She kept me warm through the naked night
After disingenuous dreams, I find her upright
‘Would you like breakfast in bed noble knight?’
Yes, my lubricated lady, I’ll have eggs in white
I brought her downtown to the city’s fun fair
We got double takes as people began to stare
I noticed the wind did not lift her hydraulic hair
Maybe I had made a metal mistake buyer beware
Looking at her eyes I asked her if she had a soul
‘No silly... I’m a Celluloid X-1 Bot in cruise control’
My thoughts soon dropped through the manhole
I then decided to park my Bot at the fair and stroll.
April.13.2018
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The Monk Bought Lunch
In the land of greed it could knock you to your knees
Inside we hide from the false hidden garb of compromise
One word to the wise let your love flow like a river or a stream
Were living today among a land of mean
Everyone's searching for answers with tombstones for eyes
Does this hidden logic come at any big enough surprise
The monk bought lunch then at it willingly
Looking at the mountains inside his mind of make believe
What to achieve with broken glass on the cement floor
Lest I implore a vast space to the land of never more
A line is being drawn out in the sand
Sent with angelic forces from out of the sky
We wrote a note that laid there beneath the door
In front of the room cobwebs of some certain time or doom
Politely he smiled this in order to embrace the day
With one knee he humbly bows to pray
Search the hearts of those followers looking toward the sun
A filtered beam or rainbow to help egnite a little fun
To treasure he vested moments alone not to run
An open heart filled with moments filtered through his mind
To pour a vessel of water to the helpless, pour & blind
To show faith in action as a servant on the scene
The monk bought lunch in the comfort of the decorum
Shelter lies dormant amidst his beckoning plough
To share love with stranger's is like being a rainbow in the dark
A beacon of hope to a much hurting world in need
The challenge to be free is a question of time
love not agape
only the lonely can see
the truth of the farce --
requited love that's only
real with surrendered assets.