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Premium Member Liminal Space-Surreality

Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy 
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic 
Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
Spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front, 
Jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
Abruptly segwaying into a film from one music scene to
a melting hallway, a lipstick alley with animate occupants  
Disconnected unmoored, appearing eerie and dormant 
Fluorescent lights unleashing a hum buzz in duress                       
Hissing sizzling hornets’ nest of unsettling unrest 
Levels of unease, an iniquitous den
Such madcap absurdity is beyond my ken
Not a shack, mall, nor a Holiday Inn 
A queasy Quasi-Moto mood which lies within
Backrooms filled in with discarded filets of fishy maceral
that have no place, 
Frolicking pixella’s in a glossy abyss of liminal space
Plump puce brushed lips affixed
Swollen browns and purple mixed
Deep maroon and dusky rose, make-up art is what they pose 

I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise

Crescent shaped moon portions mounted in pseudo walls 
Mounted upon the glare in unpleasing patterned halls
Side by side quagmired half discs dawning a contorted face
In a half dazed-half-moon crest loon’s invisible phase 
Not unconscious but in some in-between state
Bored while in transition and abandoned as they await
Whimsical moldings who see me try NOT to take a peek
An exit to this madness is what I and they seek
Maybe re-evaluate my sleep number, for gravity defying rest
What insight imports this encounter and what test?
What it means for a doomed generation Xer or a baby boomer,
tacked in stucco, Silly Putty it seems, in a warped sense of humor

I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: moto, confusion, surreal,
Form: Rhyme

Morning Mourning

Tears rolling, owls hooting
A morning Mourning
The flow not soothing
It has happened once more
Many lives no more
Impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.

A dark light has shone
To prove we are not strong
A new face has to be born
sleeping dogs be sent home with blankets
Let the real humans rise to fight.
This Impunity and disrespect at its best
And May the departed in peace rest.

Attack is their motto
should show them our moto (fire)
A tooth removed should be replaced
No negotiation for a life displaced
All we need is unity with no more tolerance
To fight this Impunity and disrespect at its best
And May the departed in peace rest.

why stay with bedbugs
Knowing well they drain blood?
why allow life long nightmares
Ruin your healthy slumbers
Why allow terror stay alive?
This is impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.

Pledge to remain a patriot
Pledge to fight on the fore front
Pledge to stay loyal to sing a change choral
Pledge to end this impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.
Categories: moto, conflict, grief, political, violence,
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Take Over

For weeks now the two young males had been watching,
waiting for their opportunity and now it was time.
They were now strong enough to take over the pride.
Signalling his intent to his brother Moto stood up
and started forward with Javier following behind.
As the reached the pride a battle royal ensued
The lionesses desperate to drive them off knowing
if they succeeded vast changes would occur.

Far in the distance Soto heard the roars and growls
as the take over ensued and rushed to protect them.
The fight was long and hard with some fatalities.
Soto received wounds that would take months to heal
as he was banished by the brothers, his life now as an outcast.
Luckily for him Zanidar joined him with her cubs of nearly a year old
She and they would  keep him fed as he slowly healed.

Back at the pride the brothers set about their gruesome task
all the cubs were hunted down and killed without mercy.
Now the lionesses would soon be ready to mate again 
and it would be their blood that the offspring would bear
perpetuating their line and increasing the size of the pride.

Life in the African Savannah was always cruel and hard
the brothers would face many challengers in their time.
Food always an issue once the migrating herds moved on.
Now a time of little the pride suffered and grew weaker.
The only saving grace was the buffalo not without their risks.
Valiant fighters who protected each other forming a ringed barrier
around the more vulnerable, ready to fight to the death.

With very young cubs the lionesses needed food to feed them
and desperation drove them on, finally they made a good kill
none would go hungry for a few days. In the distance the clouds
gathered rain falling far up country at last reaching them and
with the rain the vast herds once more returned and life teemed.

Now was a time of plenty and the pride recovered their health.
For seven years the brothers ruled supreme yet in the background
there were many waiting their own time. Two males in particular
Janto and Batso sons of Soto watched and waited eager to take over
until at last it was their time and turn to roust the pride males.
And so the never ending cycle started again until the next time.
Categories: moto, africa, animal, nature, violence,
Form: Epic

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry


Her Beauty Is Her Strength

her beauty is her strength
seduction is her power 
cos she kills every heart
with her beauty 
she knows the weak point 
of the standing men 
she is a professional 
flirt 
she never let go her zeal
or the men will bleed 
she grow up to be a 
feminist
cos she likes to be 
the Queen of the jungle
were wasted men 
satisfy their soul 
as they pay the price 
of her beauty 

her beauty is her strength
she likes to be in charge
she never listen 
especially to men 
she believes she can't 
be second 
so she grew up a 
feminist 
in the midst of weak men
she was a boss 
like a man like a woman 
was the questions of 
her victims 
cos her rule is that 
of an iron lady 

her beauty is her strength
power was her aim 
male control was her moto 
she never need be under
nor be guided by her hobby
instead her hobby must 
be a captive in her nets 
of control
she is the master of 
all but her perfection
is rooted on deceit
so her ego equals 
seduction power control
Categories: moto, beauty, betrayal, change, deep,
Form: Epic

In the Blood

is in the blood
spirituality runs in our blood
so we confined in love 
to live in harmony 
where peace dwells
with no isolation

is in our blood
once we were all one 
we lived together 
we Shared same 
dreams hopes and joy 
our God was love 
our moto to life was truth
so we live with our fear
cos spirituality yes it 
is in our blood

is in our blood 
our ancestors makes 
sounds with all there hands 
could lay on 
music runs in our blood
we always sing to God
sing to the sun 
sing to the stars of hope 
sing to the moon 
sing with the birds
singing yes it
is in our blood

is in our blood 
we love to dance 
we dance away our 
sorrows to the 
winds of change
we love to dance 
we dance to God
we dance to nature 
we dance with an
open mind 
with out no grief 
nor grudge
we just dance 
yes we Africans it 
is in our blood

is in our blood
we love life 
we love happiness
we love to create
we love to teach 
we are born survivals
no wonder we are 
still existing in more
multitude instead of  minority
our God is love 
yes spirituality it 
is in our blood

is in our blood
religion or no religion
we love to pray 
yes it run in our blood
we first prayed for the world 
while we create a way 
for humanity through
the divine wisdom
base on spiritual connection
through nature 
direct from God 
In our DNA 
 the divine of the
highest dignity of 
the mysteries of God
never seizes to prove 
to the world that 
miracle it 
is in our blood
Categories: moto, africa, black african american,
Form: Epic

Premium Member Slogan Shebang

Got a plop in my fizz
And a tiger in my tank
Impossible is nothing
(That’s why Titanic sank)

Got milk? Just do it.
Wash your troubles down the drain
Tastes so good 
Cats ask for it by name

Eat fresh. I’m lovin’ it.
It’s finger-lickin’ good
If you won’t eat it
We all know Mikey would

Once you pop you can’t stop
Make the most of now
“Eat Mor Chikin”
(Written by a rebel cow)

Every bubble’s passed its fizzical
Let’s get quizzical
Nothin’ says lovin’
Like something from the oven

Snap! Crackle! Pop!
They’re Gr-r-r-reat!
Just like a good neighbor
In good hands with Allstate

Look, Ma, no cavities!
Think outside the bun
Save money.  Live better.
Consider IT done

Melts in your mouth
Not in your hands
(Life’s what happens
While you’re making other plans)

American by birth.
Rebel by choice.
Hello Moto
His masters voice

Maybe she’s born with it
Have it your way
A diamond is forever
Every kiss begins with Kay

You've come a long way baby
Be all that you can be
A Little dab'll do ya
With L.S./M.F.T.

Own a piece of the rock
Where do you want to go today?
We make money
The old-fashioned way…

When you care enough
To send the very best
Oh, what a feeling!
Come be our guest!

Live in your world.
Play in ours.
Get N or get out
For the love of cars

You can’t top the copper top
Easy as Dell
He keeps going and going…
Go further with Shell

When there is no tomorrow
Bo knows best 
Think small. Make believe.
Makes quitting suck less

Stronger than dirt
How do you spell relief?
Success.  It’s a mind game.
Defying all belief

Challenge everything
Share moments. Share life.
Because you’re worth it
Save a life.  Love your wife.
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: moto, fun, games, humorous, word
Form: Light Verse


Premium Member Villanelle: the Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 8

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 8

The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Twists itches in bums and bosoms of hope
Each in his own way straps on strappados 

Mascaraed serene face trots on stilettos
Embryos oblivious violent lope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes

Paths to pleasure lead through stabbing throes
Sadistic brutes loved more than sweet husband dope
Each in his own way straps on strappados

Tigress nape stung deep in tiger-tooth jaws
Thumped fury of loins turns mother salope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes

The sacred act of making one life’s woes
Born of the terra moto gasping breath grope
Each in his own way straps on strappados

Still the Big-Bang whistles tinnitus mementoes
Is the Universe the result of wanton rape
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Each in his own way straps on strappados

© T. Wignesan – Pars,  2015
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: moto, birth, desire, pain, passion,
Form: Villanelle

Moto Guzzi Outside the Tate

Moto Guzzi outside the Tate
Oh glistening awesome motor stallion
your dovetailed bars, the windscreen’s sheen
you are indeed a work of art
each time I mount your leather saddle
your growling maelstrom  comes to meet
your parody of love and travel
lest not to trust the judge’s gavel
thus speed the seed the heavens open
red as lust and sunshine clear
shine the night the organ’s treble
ring the changes speedy devil 
stills God’s palate, rest the roar
Categories: moto, art,
Form: Ekphrasis

In Between Her Legs

In between her legs
her innocent mind 
hurts no flies
but her beauty hurts 
those in chase of her 
whom she don't want
she is so beautiful 
every boy wants her 
most men dreams of her 
so many guys wishes
to be her lover 
she needs a care taker
yet she falls for a perfect player

in between her legs 
her innocent love 
makes her more 
admirable
everyman trys to be nice 
with her 
so many men dreams to 
marry her 
she was the talk of the town 
cos her beauty is a kind killer
despite her humor 
despite her great personality 
she falls for a player 

in between her legs
her innocent heart 
hurts no pidgin
cos she was clean 
like an egg shell 
yet her heart bleeds
cos her lover is far 
from loving her 
is unfortunate she 
is in love 
so in love
with the man who
only needs nothing 
but the Virginity
in between her legs

in between her legs
mama warned her 
about her lover 
but she was too young
to understand
papa never like him 
for one bit
always he chase him 
far always from her 
yet she keep running
after his sweet lips of lies
not too long 
she bleeds to tears 
cos he has won her 
virginity to just a game
he is used to 
he is never in love
he is just a player 
dishonesty was his moto
always with sweet words 
of manipulation
his philosophy
is play with the head 
with sweet words
and she will keep 
the  her legs
easily open 
what a love 
now she is a single
mother 
with no real man 
just because of the 
sexy player that only 
needs nothing but
her virginity 
in between her legs

a dedication to 
all young ladies
out there in the 
cold word
beware ladies
this is a reality
to all the 
innocent beautiful
ladies out there 
my princess all
over the world
beware be wise!!!!
Categories: moto, abuse, africa, childhood, confidence,
Form: Epic

No Photo's Allowed On This Site?

I went looking for my little black moto when I discovered
I can't post a photo. 
Every site says upload here, except this one, it's so weird!
Categories: moto, funny
Form: Rhyme

The Battle For All Ages

One by one those behind the catchphrase
"An end to discrimination"
Took away freedom of association,
Freedom of choice,
The freedom to form groups with any rules that,
Might seem to exclude anyone at all,
Including the totally boring or the repetitive prankster.

Club after club were forced to give up on all their traditional ways,
Until there was only one club left holding out on
Their long held beliefs and traditions.
The one club, 
That was prepared to challenge those who would,
Shut them down,
This oh so cozy little group,
Who were proud of their exclusiveness.

Wise heads within the club met with those who would shut them down,
To point out that they allowed women in the club,
They allowed men in the club, 
They allowed people of every political persuasion in the club,
They allowed people who were bald in the club, 
Those who were short and those who were tall were welcome in the club
People of every color and nationality and sexuality could join,
But the rule to be on a waiting list would stand.

The answer came back in a letter,
Stating that the rule was discriminatory, 
And they were given 10 days to comply,
Or be disbanded.

Came the last day to change their mind,
Their ranks remaining unbroken,
Their resolve unquestioned,
Everyone feeling they had earned the right to be there.
They would not budge,
The ruling they would defy,
They would fight to the end,
One and all.
And they did.

They did them selves proud,
They battled for three long weeks,
Using anything and everything at hand,
And when about to be overwhelmed, 
They used their weapon of last resort,
Their dreaded stink bomb, 
So, those who were the eldest,
Could escape and start another exclusive club,
And this time people would have to wait, 
Until they were over seventy to join.

Word of this development got back to the authorities,
An emergency meeting was called,
And an amendment was proposed by those present, 
Who were in their fifties,
To re-establish the over sixties club,
With the waiting period allowed.
They could keep their moto "age has its privileges"
And everybody lived happily ever after.
Categories: moto, age, baptism, care, celebration,
Form: Ballad

Desconocida Consejos Sobre Como Dominar Con Belstaff Venta Le

?Si el aspecto de dise?o que pertenece a la organización seleccionada Malenotti volvió su punto de pensar en hacer una moto completamente nueva matriz baratos chaquetas Belstaff chaqueta de ladiesThe se ha convertido en accesible para conseguir siempre impresionante y maravilloso ofrece un número cada vez mayor de moda , sobre todo en el presente 12 meses, un montón de la mayoría de las mujeres han mejorado sus abrigos voluminosos dentro de la chaqueta de cuero de la comadreja en invierno tan pronto como obtuvo su Belstaff entrenado para uso directo en la calle escudo de la bicicleta , con la esperanza de volver a aplicar protector de cuero nacional con frecuencia para mantener el agua - resistente podría quizás ser la verdad de que punto de venta , sin embargo conserva algo de trabajo con las opciones que se han ido antes de las variedades del sector y sin embargo la excelencia en el trabajo con los productos y soluciones podría inducir 1 a invertir en ellos, él comenzó a acumular una gran marca de moda Belstaff venta , despertó muy buena fascinación mientras que en los Estados Unidos de América

http://www.belstaffropa.com
© Yuan Yuna  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: moto, boat,
Form: Chastushka

Desconocida Consejos Sobre Como Dominar Con Belstaff Venta Le

?Si el aspecto de dise?o que pertenece a la organización seleccionada Malenotti volvió su punto de pensar en hacer una moto completamente nueva matriz baratos chaquetas Belstaff chaqueta de ladiesThe se ha convertido en accesible para conseguir siempre impresionante y maravilloso ofrece un número cada vez mayor de moda , sobre todo en el presente 12 meses, un montón de la mayoría de las mujeres han mejorado sus abrigos voluminosos dentro de la chaqueta de cuero de la comadreja en invierno tan pronto como obtuvo su Belstaff entrenado para uso directo en la calle escudo de la bicicleta , con la esperanza de volver a aplicar protector de cuero nacional con frecuencia para mantener el agua - resistente podría quizás ser la verdad de que punto de venta , sin embargo conserva algo de trabajo con las opciones que se han ido antes de las variedades del sector y sin embargo la excelencia en el trabajo con los productos y soluciones podría inducir 1 a invertir en ellos, él comenzó a acumular una gran marca de moda Belstaff venta , despertó muy buena fascinación mientras que en los Estados Unidos de América

http://www.belstaffropa.com
© Yuan Yuna  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: moto, boat,
Form: Chastushka

Desconocida Consejos Sobre Como Dominar Con Belstaff Venta Le

?Si el aspecto de dise?o que pertenece a la organización seleccionada Malenotti volvió su punto de pensar en hacer una moto completamente nueva matriz baratos chaquetas Belstaff chaqueta de ladiesThe se ha convertido en accesible para conseguir siempre impresionante y maravilloso ofrece un número cada vez mayor de moda , sobre todo en el presente 12 meses, un montón de la mayoría de las mujeres han mejorado sus abrigos voluminosos dentro de la chaqueta de cuero de la comadreja en invierno tan pronto como obtuvo su Belstaff entrenado para uso directo en la calle escudo de la bicicleta , con la esperanza de volver a aplicar protector de cuero nacional con frecuencia para mantener el agua - resistente podría quizás ser la verdad de que punto de venta , sin embargo conserva algo de trabajo con las opciones que se han ido antes de las variedades del sector y sin embargo la excelencia en el trabajo con los productos y soluciones podría inducir 1 a invertir en ellos, él comenzó a acumular una gran marca de moda Belstaff venta , despertó muy buena fascinación mientras que en los Estados Unidos de América

http://www.belstaffropa.com
© Yuan Yuna  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: moto, boat,
Form: Chastushka

Please Forgive Me.

Please forgive me when i put grammar lessons to shame, i beg you to hear only
the content of my sincere heart.

Please forgive me if I somehow remind you of Qua-z-moto, just become my 
Ismarelda.

Please forgive me if i am not weaken or intimidated when i know not what you
deem I should know.

Please forgive me if my ancestrial-tree has been ripped from its very fabric.  I do 
have a reason for such a hideous happening.

Please forgive me if i love my beloveth Jesus and find no shame in such 
confession.  It was only He who has brought me to thee.

Please forgive me if my ski-pigmentation should cause you to be hesitant to 
love every fiber of my being.

Last, but not lease.  Please forgive me if i love you so intensely and thrist to be
loved by you equally, but realizing you differ from i, but unable to really know   
unless you actually told me so.  you see all my life I believe whatever you tell me 
and still exist that sameway.  Please forgive me for just being me.
Categories: moto, passion, me, love, me,
Form: Ballad
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