Best Leitmotif Poems
Rainy Autumn again
Crawls into the backyard
And stays there uninvited
Like a homeless cat
Looking for a shelter
Sniffing every corner
Roughly playing with
Dead leaves fallen
Throwing them all over
Like lifeless mice
Till they land slowly
On the carpet of grass
Covering the earth
With burning colors
Woven into sharp
Kaleidoscopic pattern
Ever-changing in the wind
Of the spiraling downfall
Below the veil of mist
Shy blooming flowers
Look enigmatic and lonely
Desperately holding
Summer in their little
Heart like shaped
Bright orange petals
And a faint smile
On their little faces
Begging for a break
Before the nightfall
When the last sharp
Knives like sun-rays
Disappear on the other
Side of the horizon
Putting sky on fire
Boldly announcing
The end of the day
Cold Autumn’s night
Far away rising
The emblem on the pendant
was new to all of the professors
they sorted every detail
from end to end
they sampled and examined
until were lofted dumbfounded.
a miracle: something that
made all in attendance
stop to notice.
They looked one another in such
amazement that they were then
lost for words.
It appeared that who ever was
held the precious metal was entitled
to be the strongest man alive.
It was exclusive to gender.
The stone must be from space
it's vacco said one professor.
He can lift us all, without afford.
We entruest could understand
what we were seeing: we understood
the value of the item before
us. But "which then is neither" was mad
understandable
when the walls came crumbling down!
"My God: my God!" Professor Yelp, screamed
as a large super vessel came through
the wall. After moments a dark athletic
figure stood before us.
The "The stone" he demanded.
I looked at him and knew he was
Luthor! Lex as he introduced himself.
"I am without any need of inspiration I simply hunger"
"No side kicks, no villain in the making a sacrificial lamb
or a sidekick:I am, that I am!" "hand over the precious amulet!
He than turned a tuner on his waist and we woke up
minutes later and he , the amulet and the
vessel was gone
leaving a large hole in the wall.
Professor Dissan Dungier
Scientist at Metropolis University
Excerpted from Wide City Metropolis
Channel 18 News
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The beauty of life
is not the reason of peace
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Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation
The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation
In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys
Maybe you preserve
Linguistics say
Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning
Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course
Of the direction
Where is the transformative the point that
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy
Dilemma that of theirs, human's
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin
Konserva is in russian language Tin
It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy
The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world
Is easy
We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles
In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles
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song
It is the songs signature
a segue that changes the actual mood through modulation
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21 and Over Songs for People
a sense of betrayal
heartbreak over
a self-created image
I conjured it up myself
setting high standards
wanting to much
what I thought I was seeing
wasn't what it was
reallity
fantasies
how it's is
and the way you wish it
to be
Ain't nothing here worth
holding on to
trinkets and memories
sometimes ain't that good for you
my imperfection
or sometimes a overly need to please
leaves me heartbroken
as she's as mean as she wants to be
people like to keep you down
push you around
sometimes a man just don't wanna be alone
you do better ny yourself
needing someone else
makes you vulnerable
and you're still all alone
Hold up
if she Loves you
I mean really really Loves you
I'd shake your hand
call you the man
if he really loves you
if he really wants to be will you
I'd congratulate
and take you by the hand
bypassing the real work
relationships require
frustration, and resentment
can emerge
leaving you feeling foolish
wishing you wished you had
stresses cause resentment
you're often disappointed
frowning all the time
keeping yourself mad
at the same time
it aint to much to ask
wear something that say's were together
at aint much
showing up nbot to show out
but just fellowshiping
spending time together
sometimes that what
love is all about sometimes
just sometimes
heartfelt plea or longing
the urgency of self awarness
Wailing oboe
her task was to make
the meloncoly of this
instrument sound
happy and cheerful
breathing a need of
human stenght into
a situational conversation
lacking the blue overtones
to convey the
happiness that is to come lacking melocoly and frustration
flutes and drums
Segue
Perché diceva di amarti quando stavamo insieme?
Sta cercando di conquistarti mostrandosi entusiasta
o astuto?trovare scuse per tenerti vicino
o congratularmi con te per ogni tua impresa?
Vuoi stare con lui e andartene?
Tu e lui, insieme
.Sono un folle innamorato, o sto amando
noi due insieme?
Ooh : ooh, je suis amoureux de toi
Ooh, ooh, ne sais-tu pas que c'est vrai ?
Je suis amoureux de toi
C'est quoi, ces histoires comme
quoi toi et moi, on ne s'aime pas ?
C'est pas bien.
C'est ni mignon, ni malin
.Je me suis consacré à toi
J'ai dit que nous resterions ensemble
C'est toi et moi
Toi et moi, ensemble