Best Iff Poems
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Diction ENglish grammer proper nouns predicates verbs learn the way the language
works then grow up to be a poet and throw it all away today to make new words to
make poems bleed to make the rhymes the prose doth need. Shakespeare is an
affluance. He rubbed off some on my purple prose. O God! how wonderful are Thy
works! Thou makest the rotting log to nourish banks of violets, and from the
stagnant pool at Thy word springs forth the lotus that covers all with fragrance and
beauty! Sonnet #3,000,745,001 OH LORDy
OH LORDy, howe wondrous is thy working beauty. Thou doth makest the rott sprout
violets from olden logg on water bank nearest stagnant pool whilst at Thy WORD the
lotus springeth forthwith to cover over all the smelling salts nearest hand to hold in
cuppboard bare the bone for elbert Hubbard gone. Hark the light from yonder glaring
glen forsook the frames the lenses now opaqued. Blind to world of beauty winter
paints a white mistaken ache in me. Amid the bones of whited elephaunt skunks
rome near me to harken when the crow calls daybeak come. Caw the raven quoth.
God forbode a man, that an Englaisman should tell or act a lie, neithor the Son of
GOD my Jesus, that He should feel repentance or compunction [for what his Father
has promised]. Has He sayeth, and shall He not say on? Or has He spoken and shall
He not make it gooder. Oh LORDy. For the reasoneth He stays upon His bethroned
placement is quite evident for iff GOD were to walk the Earth as a mere man in sight
of all this assembled Heathorns even for just one day twold make us all so jealous of
the miricles in the clay. For Jesus could open up his hand wiht a plott of dirty clay
and make a violet blooming say. Oh Lordy.
Categories:
iff, allegory, education, inspirational, on
Form:
Prose Poetry
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CharlaXFabels
ListZapper
Http:www.listzapper.com/free
There is so many inventions being worked on it is not surprising to the mee the
eye to see a listzapper being developed at least in some Chinese factory. Add it
on the computer next to the inversion control next to the hypertext transferor near
the over stimulated granule hardware where the windows refresher is at. The
internet picture convertor was the newest completed inventory. Now there is a
need for the minds at MIT to make the eye a way to zap a list without doing the
separated items just one more at a time. The items are usually removed by right
click one at a time. The listzapper would be the answer to this modulated
problem just hit the link once to the linkzapper then hit the first item in the list
instead of just that one item open the linkzapper gets them all each and every
one of them all in a row even iff there is 1001 of them all told. The information
scrambles into the hardware forms a list again at the other end and becomes a
new worded document again. Then hit the zapperlist@ the newest test of time
the list is saved into the single files. The need to spend more hours at the board
is gone the keys we need are now limited to only two or even one. Just make a
giant button in the middle of my keyboard so eye can hit the linkzapper and then
upload the zapperlist my work would thus be finished the need for typing gone
the hours that we spend inside the lieberry can be used for having fun…visit
www.zapperlist.com
Categories:
iff, computer-internet, imagination, science fiction,
Form:
Prose Poetry
as it can b
here’s it-cursed
tossed,crossed,
lost-indentation
a winter numberer,may be
“evacc-ed ejectt inject deject-ed subjects - ”as you like it,man
“missed Ann entire year this year “
& ,repeat man
& ,re-did
off the racks,tip toes may-b
born born - born born to b
from there to the--comatose
“ the probabilities ”,man
&then comes-
comes-&then goes
&comes-&comes-
the shenanigans,, man
easy come easy go ,,go
she ,howlssays
the finale, now!
comes-
comes-comes-&comes-
rendezvous,, the definationn
inept incept product uncutt n undone
it don’t
it
bequeathes,,,,
In what is
in between jac and jill
“jesus, man”
here, a tar pit the yellowed trees all that eyes see cherry blossom through
&through and through and through and through and through
if it soothes-----reanimations
so many many ages ago
“probabilities man probabilities”
that’s about itt,, it seems
“the drudge magenta!,
as i knoww itt”
well for once “ so pretty ” shesays -cohorts
justt a dayy more we are closer
the white linens the blue coats the finest
frivolities all that is pristine
a well laid dining table
a desk to write read eat
a tree outside
the never ending vanity fair
“that the magic will live never will die
cause it’s automatic for people”says-Scot
“ patterns emerge as my prime
whiter s,man”----tells,Joe
a cup of tea-- tells Jon
“as much as you will like to mingle/&dangle-&mingle /
double dribble/triple./Onegin //all the wriggling the implausible imposing
,, nibble ,,all the book keeping
“the classic anecdote” iff i mayy ...
we are all only supercilious there’s more here to come”----Jim,, retorts tells
“to which i may”,tells jill
Categories:
iff, analogy, angst, autumn, baby,
Form:
Ballad
Hice
handwritten from the little notebook
my new Hispanic friend read this
he speaks of delirium and decay
and makes it become fantasy
this is for him
Self Descriptadjective
A Library (lieberry) is full of books they cover upp the words is what we use to read the Story Chapters and the Verse the beginning has a middle and the end.
From the firs tpoem ever written you will never see the last self descriptadjective is my best one kept for Jesus as eye rest, Rudyard Kiplins stripling lad the Gunga DInn a water boy a better man then eye a Mexican from Mexico or Spain a Jesus man who drinks he smokes he even tokes his self discriptadjective he stones his bone he has his drunk religious bones and yet who am eye to judge this man has fed me solid food while eye can only steal his food not repay my mood is one of acceptance listen and receive this as iff Jesus gives me from this drunk will argue his religion frevor seems misplaced so why obey some from of Law replaced with Grace perhaps the Jewish Sabbath Day falls on our American Wednesday no He smiles it is on Saturday what matter what is the matter iff drunk and full of more then mere religion everyone has a bananna everyone has something that they must have they place it first in mind in heart in soul so black in need of sin and yet please carry food again come back to me my Mexican GUnga Dinn you Jinn from Old Mexico or Spain. My old freind.
Categories:
iff, friendship, me, old, self,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I be frum brooklin
And I bee edumacatid reel goode
En iff uz wanna bee sefistikated lic mee
end Gawd weil bee wit uz
en ween u finde Hiem
asc Him 2 drope buy me's.
Categories:
iff, confusion, education, funny, on
Form:
Burlesque
Neuvième Fable
Neuvième Fable
Tragic Love
Internet Love
L'amour pour les brebis ont des yeux est la même que iff nous wed.
Les sentiments qu'elle me donne ne sont jamais remplis d'effroi.
Mais rien ne peut rosée, elle me ferait jamais vouloir liquidation morts, mais la
vie à l'amour qu'ils font le temps de vie au lieu. Eye pourrait marcher les couloirs
de la mémoire et de vous déprimé ou des yeux pourrait devenir une religieuse
coupable dans le plaisir et repos dans le couvent jusqu'à ce que la mort peut
nous part de rosée de la mort peut donner mais ce qui me reste de l'amour.
Comment un homme peut obtenir si excitée un peu au point vert en quelques
clics de souris, puis une zone de chat blanc froid. L'encre n'est jamais humide
sur papier mye frisolée encore là, il est son amour. Quand elle me sourit oeil
sourire quand elle fronce les sourcils yeux pleurent une rivière de la stuffins
conservés dans tout repose autochtones découlant de faire une faute de la mort
semblent quelque peu à écrire les mots à la mandé coeur s'écarter de
s'inquiéter et de malheur et de prendre le tout nouveau départ Et bientôt tout ça
fonctionne pour l'amour. Blanche-Neige, elle a mangé la pomme, puis est
tombé à s'endormir rapidement mais Charlax venu à l'embrasser et à vivre son
éveil. Prince Charlax bons baisers.
En direct sur le ruisseau la pêche de libellules dans une maison de l'amour.
Mending coeur de charme. Faire l'amour dans le coeur. Mye neige blanche tortue
pookie pochoucntous amour mon amour mon internet thrall. Nous pouvons avoir
tout juste à tenir sur mes namme et de l'amour.
Les chercheurs ont maintenant prouvé que l'amour peut réparer un cœur brisé.
Categories:
iff, devotion, faith, wedding, wife,
Form:
Prose Poetry
@2Twenty0
CharlaXTitles
CADD
CharlaXAgainstDrunkDrivers
Puke all over the seat and get some on your dogs head
and a little on the wife’s purse get her good
and Madd at yew so she will take the car keys
and drop them in the piranha pool to keep
the control of the car away from yew.
DO not ever try to drive the car like that again.
Be my friend let the motor idle when the belly
has an idol in the center of your disgusting
fatness leave the driving to the women
or call the rental. Drinking is a disease
of the mind heart liver central being alcoholic yew.
It is now not only whiskey but people drugging
swagging smoking of the left handed Turkish variety
just puffing passing smoking inhaling
like a Clinton Will. Stronger measures now aer
needed to stop the added danger of a high
mucky muck brown frame toker from totaling
the soccer van of Mother. There is station wagons
on the road this mourning with whiskey bumps
all over them the women drivers not exempt
from hitting poles and other cars
and then my friend there is the LAW of Johnny
combined to probable cause. When the police man shines
his light inside the car and sees at least thirteen
empty beer bottles laying in the back seat empty
he has a right to ask ewe iff ewe aer recycling them
or drinking. A road test complete with breathalyzer
please make them touch the nose
never mind the sneezes please.
Categories:
iff, caregiving, education, forgiveness, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Who is Edgar Rice Cakes? What does HE have to do with John Burroughs. Jesus Crisis. a
google search What is this? A novella nuevo bye charlaxandroidoneseven. CA17. Short for
Para Cayce. I have read the DeadSeaScrolling. On the PDF machine. Let me inform on my
brothers in the LORD there is seldom any evidenced. These fragments of Aromaic Archaic
would cause language EXPERTS in the field years of Formatting on a Word Processing
machine. Butt Doctor Caycey has Decided it somehow pertains to Jesus.? Oye Vey. I
admitted in a Court Room of lawyers I have not studied all his problems yet I must admit I
cannot read those fragments of isometric triangular wordage. You must admit these people
did preserve it as iff it were a GOSPEL message. crisischronicles dot com A cave a bunch of
yearns placed near the Monestary Remains to find considering the way Climatic Changes
occur the evelation of the Earth is never level Seas rise where desert climes once failed to
thrive. Perhaps a sub culture of Future Post Apolyptic Snow Men; all white and hairy like the
Yeti. Abominable in every way with patches of glowing purple hair where the radiation has
burned some of the fur away to reveal faults underneath no clothing there. They find a
pristene City walk into the Revolving Door and fall back out until Discovering when to exit
one. What fun. The lobby generator comes on. The Computor Hums. One Yeti moves the
mouse Experimentally they gape at Windows song. Not one of them Yeti can get the
Computor to do anything they are all just too old. A Robot walks up to the terminal. May I
help you SIRS? and /or Madames? They step back agape at this hairless ape a tinsel steel
replica of charlaxandroidoneseven. He types in poetrypoem dot com charlax7 Let me show
you my website boys? Do you like poetry as prose? As they fall about the place guffawing
they come out rolling the first time I ever saw a bunch of Yeti lawghing. So here we pause.
As DeadSeaScrollingbyeCharlaX grows cold.
Categories:
iff, computer-internet, dedication, holiday, on
Form:
Prose Poetry
Vegans and Vegaterians
Half-baked lies and friendly flies , is what most poor people eat.
Lemon drops and candy and choclate kisses aer too sweet.
Eye eat MEAT.I like the burgers AND the dogs,
sandwiches of all kinds , but BEEF is best for me.
Chicken I have found elimanates from me,
I place it on the ground,when eye am early bound for the Bus Sun Tran.
The Chicken finds no place in me.
It does not slide away; but drops from me almost perfectly,
in the form of one hard cylinder.
My brother always tells me , Chicken would be the main course
iff he could have chicken every day.
He is still a villager.
I was never guilty of being part of my own family,
whatever I had always belonged to me myself and eye,
and now yew tew.
Eye have to feed all four of me.
It takes a lot of meat,and sometimes a little bread instead,
to feed the whole of me.
Eye am dead.
That death is certain eye no longer fear.
My own destruction will just aid me in my journey to the Heaven.
Simple minds aer best,and ladies finery aer best,
carrotts and celery and spinach is best,
and corn and beans is the best substitute for the meat.
Daniel in the Lions Den,was eating PUCE , a vegetable.
He was a Vegan disdaining the King`s venison.
He could not and would not face corruption.
Astounded by the Revelation , the Book Of Daniel tells
of nations , torn asunder by the sword,
plundered by the soldiers eating meat.
Not the Vegans or the Vegaterians.
Non-pulsed is what I am when I am eating meat.
Daniel of the Bible is a Vegan to all the Vegaterians.
They have no meat , and no corruption.
Categories:
iff, friendship, funny, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
Who is Edgar Rice Cakes? What does HE have to do with John Burroughs. Jesus Crisis. a
google search What is this? A novella nuevo bye charlaxandroidoneseven. CA17. Short for
Para Cayce. I have read the DeadSeaScrolling. On the PDF machine. Let me inform on my
brothers in the LORD there is seldom any evidenced. These fragments of Aromaic Archaic
would cause language EXPERTS in the field years of Formatting on a Word Processing
machine. Butt Doctor Caycey has Decided it somehow pertains to Jesus.? Oye Vey. I
admitted in a Court Room of lawyers I have not studied all his problems yet I must admit I
cannot read those fragments of isometric triangular wordage. You must admit these people
did preserve it as iff it were a GOSPEL message. crisischronicles dot com A cave a bunch of
yearns placed near the Monestary Remains to find considering the way Climatic Changes
occur the evelation of the Earth is never level Seas rise where desert climes once failed to
thrive. Perhaps a sub culture of Future Post Apolyptic Snow Men; all white and hairy like the
Yeti. Abominable in every way with patches of glowing purple hair where the radiation has
burned some of the fur away to reveal faults underneath no clothing there. They find a
pristene City walk into the Revolving Door and fall back out until Discovering when to exit
one. What fun. The lobby generator comes on. The Computor Hums. One Yeti moves the
mouse Experimentally they gape at Windows song. Not one of them Yeti can get the
Computor to do anything they are all just too old. A Robot walks up to the terminal. May I
help you SIRS? and /or Madames? They step back agape at this hairless ape a tinsel steel
replica of charlaxandroidoneseven. He types in poetrypoem dot com charlax7 Let me show
you my website boys? Do you like poetry as prose? As they fall about the place guffawing
they come out rolling the first time I ever saw a bunch of Yeti lawghing. So here we pause.
As DeadSeaScrollingbyeCharlaX grows cold.
Categories:
iff, computer-internet, dedication, holiday, on
Form:
Prose Poetry
TALL TREE
Tall Tree
She is not short this lady she is not so VERY tall to out shine me she loves me
this eye knoe she clearly knoes
She clearly knoes eye am a short white man this is no puppy love she even
knoes eye am religious and she makes references to GOD and this is pleasing
unto me this religousness inside of TALL TREE she love me.
There aer not too many creek Indian lady who make eye at me
this one eye will keep her as iff we married back when we met
the many people that eye have known the sins and aggravations
just seem to disappear when eye have my sweetY heart again
she is the tall creek Indian maiden pocahuntus called Tall Tree.
She is the only Valentine for me.
Categories:
iff, happiness, native american, nature,
Form:
Free verse
86
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CharlaXFabels
American Christian
True Story
A Homeless person is nothing but a distracting sideshow on the sidewalk to
most people they can not help them ease the misery of the alcoholism or even
feed them and yet iff ewe ask them are all of you a Christian they would ring
choruses of resounding yeses in choral verses posted on the internet in three
part harmonic glee club performances. Eye have seen some bad men posing as
people. A man walking to the mission once his duffle causing him to shuffle eye
asked him to let me help him and this is what he told me. He was very angry and
he was posing as a human. This will now become his story.
Eye am an American Christian, eye do not need the help you have offered just
leave my fate to me eye suffer an old war injury the knee cap it is plastic not
meant to be abused but eye can carry twice as much as you. Even with my bad
leg eye can get where eye am going if this bothers you then hide and watch my
passing. He had to be hiding something and this is later to be revealed. The offer
of help was the Christian in me just reaching out to someone less fortunate and
needy. The thorns in the people you meet can make the fellowship falter and
miss and make a man wonder at this life time to come. Now when we had gotten
where we were going and he had made me belittled all the way the real long day
was over and he still would not shut up so hear what he now had to say. He said
you be quiet in that bed or eye will shoot you full of lead and that is when he
pulled a pistol from his bag and that must be why he has so much trouble with
the weight it must have weighed a ton there is not another feeling in this world
my dear and gentle reader as laying in a MISSION bed just waiting for the sound
of that dropped hammer on the gun he must be the American Christian.
Categories:
iff, parody, people, satire, science
Form:
Prose Poetry
Preponderance
Preponderance
So many people live in darkness and superstition the web and internet eye am
certain add some falter in among them let us see just how bad this thing could
get. The bible verse is plainly written and taken from the context says and yet a
myriad bunch of people make the evidence all wet Oh they say Judas went out
and hanged hisself and then they quickly turn the page again and finger falls to
open page again it says now GO AND DO THOU LIKEWISE? Oh foolish man has
killed hisself again. When will people never learn the will of GOD?
It is the sovereign will of GOD that Jesus Christ has come and taken all our
penalties upon the TREE of sacrifice the Cross has done the work that each man
could not bring to bear the fruit of love. To refine clothing in the dark to make the
linens white it took HIS blood. There is almost nothing measures up please do
some works and fill your cup with pleasant things and love. Feed someone or
feed yourselves at least with diligence and concrete things some fish perhaps
some meat instead of bread. Drinks and cookies iff you are rich
Lay them end to end on tables laden with the rich fatty food of thanksgiving
and left over candy from your Halloween the candy corn is fave with me.
But even iff you lay a can of food in front of only yew be thankful that you eat.
The LORD paid for all the turkey and the meat. Begin to realize it is no parlor trick
and reach out in your falter to preponderance.
Categories:
iff, faith, food, friendship, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
For the past week things were a blot
severe pains and did not know what
the extent of the outcome that you had
but was caught in time in which i`m so glad
Meningitus to a young man of your age
could of been fatal and sent a ripple of rage
and upsetment throughout family and mates
am telling you now,Scott we all would of had hate
Iff the hospital team didn`t catch it in time
and i would`nt be sat here writing this rhyme
a quick recovery and you can stand tall
look forward to your baby and playing football
Dedicated to Scott Myers.
Categories:
iff, caregiving
Form:
Rhyme
EasterEggOne
EasterEggOne
TheFalconeEGGPoemI
For EWE Easter Sunday
IN a series of three egg poems it stormed. It rained ICE into the desert there is still ICE
there on the hill side in mye distance the stuff pelted my covers all night forcing me into a
fighting crouch to stay alive eye resembled nothing lest except a baby falcone inside her egg
before She hatches eye waited for the daylight coming trying to accept the fate of all
homeless people when then the sun arose all around me long enought to let me dry mye
things before putting toys away when the falcone come she sat her distance preening drying
feathers twisting head just giving me theye theye theye she turns her head this way and that
sort of drinking eye with heart and sight so nice it was to see mye falcone scrye. It cleaned
mye heart of hate and once again renewed eye faced this Easter Sunday day. Iff this were
not enought an added ancedoted ed.note.ed see charlaxfabels the falcon cry fable number
one then continue on to egg poem too and thence to number three or egg poem thrice.
Categories:
iff, childhood, children, holiday, inspirationalme,
Form:
Prose Poetry