Best Int Poems
I saw you across the room
You were with my best friend
Dancing to a slow song -Harvest Moon
You held her tightly in your arms
Then planted a passionate kiss
Oh Its My Party and i will cry if I want to
Cry if I want to and I did
I was deeply hurt and shocked
If You Could Read My Mind
You would know my hurtful thoughts
Oh my heart aches so badly
So your friend came up to me
He spoke calmly softly
He called me Blue Angel
Said he would never leave me
Feelings he had for me was strongBlue Bayyou
Strong feelings for me
He said "Together we would go
to the BlueBayou where the
sailboats go a float int Blue Bayou
Vindictive and vicious is the night
as grim and gruesome shadows shroud
the light, an opaque cloud darkens the moon
as frightened creatures scurry at awful and annoying howls
finding cover int the bushes, or behind a monolith
in a a museum of the unseen
the heavens are fortunate now
As a prelude to the morning comes
to patronise the morning
sun, amazing is the light of dawn
delightful in its clarity, opening up to a new day
The victorious sun shines bright
taking pride in the strength of its rays
As an oval cloud rides the wind
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7/14/16
Bubblegum is sweet and chewy
Blowing bubbles can get gooey
When it pops inside your hair
Trying to pull it out with care
Doesn't work neither does washing
SO scissors are used for forcing
Out this yummy ooey treat
That every kid loves to eat
Trident and Dentyne caress
Your mouth with a nice freshness
So people aren't scared away
It also helps with tooth decay
Bazooka Joe was really fun
Comics wrapped around the gum
With funny jokes and prize points too
Gifts could be mailed to you
Zebra gum was full of rainbows
Colored bubbles you could blow
Different flavors in each stick
Finding your favorite was the trick
Chicklets are so cute and square
You could take them anywhere
In a box they are protected
The smallest gum that was invented
The best gum came in a pack
Of trading cards you could stack
And trade with all of your friends
Complete collections int eh end
People chew gum everyday
A trend that is here to stay
Being chewed so merrily
A treat that is happi8ly
Part of everybody's world
But please don't be like the girl
Who was acting so stingy
And turned into a blueberry
Go for life of the amazing if you want it, choose what you see, be much more .
Around in the night underneath the street lamps light, sing the songs stay up late, watch the great film, gaze at the night sky. Waiting for you is more than the nearest window its an entire planets four seasons.. Film due premier tonights broadcast tomorrows primer, where the sky ends night begins today is the future of tomorrow..
Seasons of yesterdays reason. Four Seasons never the reason its only a planets four seasons underneath night skies the lamps a stars light ,think of the songs to pray, due skies? & sigh you laugh, & cry disagree to love unconditional.
Agreement of a disagreement unconditionally, question the question of you. Ive played left you turn right, the hardest in love a man of science..
The artist of arts scientific yet creative never could have your photo, provocative photograph a photographer of your model, a clay sculpture, artist due to paint. The misfortune has been a good fortune of a Witchs time, due tell your misfortune my fame. Burning to mislead, due earning & burning of the misled, a fortune earned.
Calculating famous interpretation time to hold & unfold..Profomance of the drama, ghost town of the drama starts a lifetime in the provocative Arts..
Indulging of indicative masterminds performing painted artists performing well colored promise of a lifetimes Performance. Timeline of eight seasons Pubs pocket a dedication of the four reasons..
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Tis sore int' thwait
wi mor'n a few folks a gippy
loose tha's snap as M'pessons well
n tek sum brass from t'watter
na its nowt but a mickle midden
but them folks as a good un, narry a one of 'em flit
tek thasen a gander
but the's nowt in Eyam save 'plague
Translation
It is bad in the village
with more than a few people sick
Leave your food at Mompessons Well
and take some money from the water
Now it's nothing but a big mess
But the villagers are good people, not any one of them has left
Take yourself a look
but there is nothing in Eyam except the Plague
History
The village of Eyam in Derbyshire was hit by the plague at the same time as London (1665),
the villagers self imposed a quarantine to prevent the disease spreading any further, the
surrounding villages left food at a well near Eyam, in exchange for money which had been
left in the vinegar filled well to clean it.
For "Sista's Bloody Sista's" contest run by Deborah Guzzi
Honorable Mention
The elegant thoughts of a precious mind the computational formula of a wicked demise.
Conceptual seires of theories a conspiracy to seduce persuasive succulent poetry.
Wicked mistress of promiscuous thoughts succulent dreams aromas of fresh gratuities a blurring of mixtures to blended abstracts.
Funnels draining the gravity of intellectual force to persuade a complete set of cycling ways to convey. The Amoure of flashing movies pictured all in the thought whispering speeds of domesticating breeds many ways a heart bleeds. Bundles of delightful Joys the taste of blissful, many ways eye's see to conceive the thought.
The almonds of joy roasted to enjoy conceptual way of a thinking blinking fast ways of thoughts. Orchestra's of notes orchestrated instruments of Beethoven's musical symphonies. Genie in a bottle unleashing the mysterious, unveiling imaginative ways of cultivating the seeded flower to bloom.
Enduring the elegants of an elite Romance rhythm of a Romans aroma's to inhale changing the taste of eloquence.
The artist works mending fears transducing hours to love live love with the sweat of fears8.
Rome's architectural wonder the protects precise sculpture of a wordsmiths glamour. Struts the catwalk with a book 2 premiere, lives on set, broadcasting his heart to revere.
Prince's of prancnig dressing rooms, Broadway St of dramatic dramas, elterically shocking emotions paints new moon phases, mixture of Picasso's colors a dramatization of pain seats the audience.
Photographer of a pictured humanity, colors rainbows of negativity with brilliant prisms.
A King to lion's spiritual pride brilliance of a star, rearrange the theater's of studed premieres, lives with sentiments of love's lifetime unconditionally the greatest of philosophy.
Unique elegance of sun setting romance blinding the artist of a premiering wedding, preaching the marriage of universal energy.
Rays of hope displaying poetry of wholehearted hearted beauty.
The statue of persuasive values premiering spiritually harmonies the elegance of mankind.. Energies of unleashed imaginations dreaming of pots of gold, loving the insecurities of the worlds diversity walks the testimony of £ove.
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It was the day you left
my world fell apart
lets go back to the day
before you walked away
you was going off about something
but I thought it was nothing
I told you i never kissed her
when will you ever learn
That it was never my fault (never my fault)
This isn't how i wanted it (its going wrong)
All grownup but cant take a hit (living a lie)
Loves not the only thing (hate is next)
But i could never sing (caught in a lie)
you never backed me up enough
you though it was a bluff.
I'm on this mountain, you and I.
This was you last goodbye
so now i'm sitting here
thinking of suicide (suicide lies within darkness)
Maybe I should die
you love was just a lie
now your gone like a suicide
deep inside where nasty putrescence resides
these razor blades are cold (like frostbite)
Dead on the floor;
So lifeless, so still, so sold
I drink this whiskey
Passing out again;
why don't u miss me (you never loved me)
you said that you loved me
I wasted my time;
cause you didn't as I see.
Sudden noises wake me up
i grab the whiskey and a cup
what happened to that day at the mall
i remember it all
i no its not just in my head
that day we first kissed
i was nervous and missed
yet your heart was calm (this whiskeys dry in my palm)
everything blew up in my palm
i just got back up
that day in the rain
i had everything to gain
but instead of being cool
i lost everything like a fool (I tripped over these stones)
So hard and hollow
My life is over
but this time i'm really sober
i grabbed the gun
i put it to my head, oh what fun
you ran through the door
i through it to the floor
i start freaking out
what is this all about
you said you was sorry
and that you was a fool ( you looked just like a kid)
I looked int you eyes
i said never say goodbye
you looked at me (the blood inside me poured)
I saw that it shall be
forever you and me
That's when i never say goodbye!
Name: Patrick Nonnemacher (this is the story of me and my girlfriend)
I'm a provocative artist
with the disguise undercover
smooth spits in a spiritual bliss
the humbling harmony of
my thoughtless tranquility
Artist of provocative hearts
I provoke the mystique with uniqueness
Strike a provocative pose the color of the red rose
I'm the blood on the rose
With smooth flows that's the beauty
of a colored rose
I'm the abstract lover of a provocative pose
I paint the picture of provocative
the only way to perceive my abstract colors
there's no wait or way to disguise
the way two eyes appetize
The perception to perceive
the way to believe it's not what you see
I'm an abstract lover
She's the Mona Lisa of my heart
a masterpiece of my whispering heart
the love from a divine heart
She's a Mona Lisa
a master piece of my heart
The whispers of her beauty
paints love's modern design
She's the featured art
World renowned beauty the International fluence
Queen's personality
she's the beauty of art
the featured piece of an artist at heart
the masterpiece of my heart
the abstract design
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You know u got it hard
when ur a single bachelor heart broken with a bachelors
tell your mother in the eye you're considering moving faster, selling weed and coke its a disaster.
This happens in Astoria as the 7 rides by, true story , emotions real, **** the other mans lies.
Its not that i cant make it , just hate to have to prove it.
I got swag for days
mofo dnt make me come to the edge blast it and walk a way like its a peaceful movement
U dnt know me, neither does my mirror or the illuminati file
Have no time for puppy love i kick these biches out the bed faster than gile.
babygirl im not a player i just tell you what sounds best its the way i deal with life
sometimes i pray by being depressed,
no captain save a hoe thats just a crazy dedication you boys are devadasi lovers thats just the iceburg devastation
So much pain in the world and we need more liberals in Liberia Sometimes hurt people hurt people so we left to Monroe and taught what we learned from those people
This isnt the west point im talking bout the real west point the slum of the world where we get no worse and have no point , to live or to die just to live die when a grown man cries.
we come to a point where its not biggie or 2 pac but we take a big look to the pot where aids getting busy , drinking blood from the body , same as the first , death is a lie,believe it or not. Aids is out to attack every women needs a man, every hand is on the shoulder, Mothers did loving, whats the point liberians, she never had money so she started sucking dick, a pretty young women is another mans slave, mother did loving now the pharaoh got aids on her face
In syria shits about to get serious, shutout to the fsa where *****doesn't go our way so farmers and colleges students pick up aks to let metal spray from a triger to a hand made bomb made out of pieces from the ash tray. embreasing death happy as can be, the fastest and shortest drug int the world is dying for your family. Hustling hard to breath at a time where interest has replaced everything including humanity, **** the richs robots have replaced leaders and thats paratly for me to blame cuz i havent prayed properly. He looks at where his interest are and works there. But his heart is dead consciousness is finished
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Spilling a stampede of ink's prisms in brilliant
words infusing a Poet's thoughts.
Conveying creativity to provocative
imaginations .
Implicitly complying to isolating reality
Creating new dimensions where
Clock's spilling time's perceptions living
the moment of now forever.
Clockwise wisdom from wicked word’s
of a Crazy mind.
Philosophically our minds process symphonies
of orchestrated word's allowing cognitive man
to stay in harmony with the mind & body
a climax of our souls.
Mind the symphony insane insanity
orchestrated by the body in climax.
Words infuse a person's thoughts.
Emotions are expressed by the pitch of spoken word's.
Words communicate & body language speaks
emotions relative to the words
infused of a person's thinking.
Wisdom can be found reading in between the lines.
A paragraph of powerful catchphrases speaks
melodies of a catchy tune & flowers of imaginations
bloom.
Philosophy is ergonomics of the mind.
Urban legends in the suburbs.
Sounds of absurd check out the proverbs.
Cognition is a subject of cognitive man.
Premonitions are permissions of man's cognition.
Relative to the fixed position.
Precognition is a psychic's dream
an heard but not seen.
Culture is a reflection of society's ideology
theories of mythology in series of theologies.
Hypothetical theories query a qued question.
The clocks bleeding times perception
of dimensions in galaxies
light year's away.
Romeo’s an architect of accentuating
love's aesthetics in romance.
Twice pleasing to appeasing
sentiments in orchestra's
of delinquent eye's to witnesses.
Accentuating abstracts in non-conformities
designs contemporary aesthetics
in modern times.
Contemplating exquisite elegance unique
powers doubling my mind's conspiracy
of forwarding complex sediments.
Orchestrated the dynamics time playing
noteworthy scales of creativity
All the syllables in a kilogram of lines,
echoing grams of killer dope words whispering
persuasive complexity.
A mythic's chanting elegant wizardrtrii
enchanting ageless philosophies elegance of
life's angelic orchids of ageless wisdom's.
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Mint condition - brand new transmission and loaded. I used to fit that description.
You should've seen me brand new. My owner had the only key to my ignition.
But one day I heard him say he was selling me and moving away. That was the
End of life, as I knew it. New owner left me in the rain. My seats got stained
And I was covered with dirt. I couldn't look at myself in my side mirrors.
Under the hood my belts were worn, can't recall when my oil was last drained.
Tires patched, fenders dented, then he hatched a scheme to sell me for junk.
In a tizzy, like some old Tin Lizzie, I knew I was bound for the graveyard of cars.
Forty years stuck in this place, torn apart like I've been wounded in wars.
Useless now because the best parts of me have either been stolen or sold.
Lordy, I was zesty, zipping and zooming down highways. It stinks to be so old.
Rust! Corroded with it from my hardtop all the way down to my hubcaps. I take
Umbrage with anyone who thinks I'm ugly. Look beyond my flaws and you'll
See that my classic lines are still beautiful, just shabby chic. You don't have to
Take my word for it. Google me and take a gander at the beauty I was in my
Youth. Don't be uncouth and crude. You'd be rude to call me an old rust bucket!
Bumper still feels like it's intact. In fact, my front grill still seems to be in place
On this old worn out body of mine. Headlights long busted, hood rusted shut.
Doggone it! I can't see too good any more with broken head lights on my face.
You thinking about restoring me? I heard the rumor. I hope it's not scuttlebutt.
6/14/16
“Sanitized for Your Own Protection”
non bis in idem
“untrue”, she considered
the letter was passed
between steel lines
vertical
and read
“you’re not born again
until you are dead”
signed
“Sanitized for Your Own Protection”
Invisible, the cuts in a heart.
Love in its many parts
A Jigsaw Puzzle
Bleeding
pieces of a life
moved around
on clean courthouse tables
before all the books of Judges
discounted time now lost
heartache and the truth recognised for what it was,
reprised like a mouse trapped on a spinning wheel
unable to "get off"
Red
A Road Light
the doe stopped dead in her tracks
was roadkill from the start
she was marked
pulled apart
and disjointed
by the beloved hunter
a haunted unnamed ghost
now seeking forgiveness
tongue out to receive the host
A Jigsaw Puzzle
pieces moved
forward on a
black and white board
bleeding out
the violence unseen
sanitized
abstract bruises hidden
light and dark
veiled like a bride
maintain some kind of dignified
Silence;
but not the eyes
non bis in idem
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Violence" / Grimes
https://youtu.be/aUFbN492-R0
“And the day came
when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk it took to blossom.”
Anais Nin
1.
https://www.helpguide.org/articles/abuse/domestic-violence-and-abuse.htm
2.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Femicide
3.
3.a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_partner_violence
3.b
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6168672/
3.c
https://apps.who.int/iris/bitstream/handle/10665/77432/WHO_RHR_12.36_eng.pdf;jsessionid=99EDC22C2E452BCBCC86376AA98AF846?sequence=1
4.
4.a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non_bis_in_idem
4.b
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_jeopardy
Lyrics/Violence, Grimes
https://genius.com/Grimes-violence-lyrics
I
come all through
year
before the
dawn
sun rising
this is path
for the remembrance
with flowers
they all died for us,
mother tongue
for country peoples
I'm independent
today none can force to speak
in another tongue
this small flower oblation
from me for honor
though they did great for us all
from that nineteen fifty two
the Shahid Minar standing in heart
with revered love for martyr
to remind value of mother tongue
Twenty First February
comes as the Int. Mother Language Day
-February 20,2020 Chattogram
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note
The idea to celebrate International Mother Language Day was the initiative of Bangladesh. In Bangladesh 21 February is the anniversary of the day when Bangladeshis fought for recognition for the Bangla language
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It was the day you left
my world fell apart
lets go back to the day
before you walked away
you was going off about something
but I thought it was nothing
I told you i never kissed her
when will you ever learn
That it was never my fault (never my fault)
This isn't how i wanted it (its going wrong)
All grownup but cant take a hit (living a lie)
Loves not the only thing (hate is next)
But i could never sing (caught in a lie)
you never backed me up enough
you though it was a bluff.
I'm on this mountain, you and I.
This was you last goodbye
so now i'm sitting here
thinking of suicide (suicide lies within darkness)
Maybe I should die
you love was just a lie
now your gone like a suicide
deep inside where nasty putrescence resides
these razor blades are cold (like frostbite)
Dead on the floor;
So lifeless, so still, so sold
I drink this whiskey
Passing out again;
why don't u miss me (you never loved me)
you said that you loved me
I wasted my time;
cause you didn't as I see.
Sudden noises wake me up
i grab the whiskey and a cup
what happened to that day at the mall
i remember it all
i no its not just in my head
that day we first kissed
i was nervous and missed
yet your heart was calm (this whiskeys dry in my palm)
everything blew up in my palm
i just got back up
that day in the rain
i had everything to gain
but instead of being cool
i lost everything like a fool (I tripped over these stones)
So hard and hollow
My life is over
but this time i'm really sober
i grabbed the gun
i put it to my head, oh what fun
you ran through the door
i through it to the floor
i start freaking out
what is this all about
you said you was sorry
and that you was a fool ( you looked just like a kid)
I looked int you eyes
i said never say goodbye
you looked at me (the blood inside me poured)
I saw that it shall be
forever you and me
That's when i never say goodbye!
Momentary lapse of reasoning
behind exemplary seasonings
give way to life's spicy habanero
awesomesauce.
Life's seasoning of sweet-&-sour puckers
Sweet puckering of every souring breath.
Life's wicked stammer nailing it
like a swift hammering blow
squashing pinpoint accuracy.
Strawberry daiquiris fruity liquor quicker
of tasty wines staggers a peaceful
drunken swagger.
Two lips on a single stick licking
twice mythical tricks in a single smooth
liquoring trick.
Heavy Metal rocking chairs speeds
of metal God's playing power cords
of metal's overlords.
Liquor upfront an poker in the rear
get that ass moving in gear boy's
she's my favorite toy I plan to employ.
Aesthetics of fruity colorful abstracts
pathetic when listening to rhetoric
of rhetorical circles in circumstances.
Forget the rest a single success
I double the best with sweet success
I can triple the doubling time taking
out the best molesting their rhymes
with my words committing felony crimes
in aesthetics of synthesizing
provocative unique exquisite
designs in rhymes sublime
line's in contemporary design
of these modern times.
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