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gusts of raucous laughter
punchlines on cue evoke swell vibes
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Posted : April 6th 2022
Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.
From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on my stylish lockers
all bore labels of 'made in China' in block capitals
and that explains thriving doorbell hawkers.
And for 'economical' me, stuff made in China
does hold a lot of frugal charm
Comes all the way from China, my granny's parka
About 'made in China' I've never had any qualms.
And because I don't intend to fritter away
hard-earned savings on any frippery
for 'made in china' alone shall my purse'n' pocket pay
and don't they play their part perfectly,
both my 'made in China' stereo and frisbee?
And all that 'made in China cutlery and crockery
is just as fragile and breakable as any other
All my life I've stuck to made in China stationery
and their costs haven't been any exorbitant so far.
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I have seen latest High quality samsung Chinese cellphones
My TV a longlasting decade old, yes chinese Hitachi brand
You can wisely avoid debts and loans
purchasing brand new grand stuff from
the Chinese land
And then to my surprise I discovered
that many people both here and abroad
tended to buy things made in the land of the Great Wall
for similar reasons: esp they're easier to afford.
Ah, I don't like the idea of squandering away
or thoughtless wasting of wealth
No one could ever make a spendthrift out of me
For that would be unhealthy for budget health!
To refrain from prodigality and unfeeling extravagancy
'made in China' seems to me the solution
Let millionnaires make-believe that only the costly has quality
for I ain't gonna buy that pricey notion!
Thong Thing Is Wrong
Thong thing is wrong
Cellulite women rolled on folds of flesh
Over waves and seas that crest
What are those monstrosities
Whales washed up on beaches
Thin strings not quite bikinis hide nothing
Obese creatures covered by mounds of pounds
Blot out the sun uncomfortably
As the fat eat Twinkies, dream of being Twiggy
Oh Doris please don't put on weight
Put on your tent. Save us from nightmares in the day
Tides move when you step in the water
Displace the natural order
Fish run from you. Forget how to swim
Naked can be scary by the sea
What is that giant thing standing in the sand
Dressed in almost nothing, held together by a string
What waddles down the shore
Thinking a black cloth makes one thin
Oh this fashion does not make for happy
Dreams and illusions bury the thighs in lies
Under the sun filling up horizons sky
Surprise! Eyes bleed at this frightening sight
Makes old and young cry. No place to hide
Ocean sojourns once were fun
Watching bikini clad women run
Nudity is meant for others more young
Eye candy, shapely, sexy and thin to begin with
Weight escaping on all sides exposed
Pretending to be pretty and thin is quite the trick
Girls come in all shapes and sizes
Some have been known to raise the tides
In disguise, hiding behind a smile exposes it
The thong thing is wrong
Please make it stop. Make it quit
One thing is for sure
I am smart enough to know
That the people
Who run us and our day to day lives
Are actually in charge
Are way far more smart
And more powerful
Than I
Am or could ever wish to be
That is the reason they
And not I
Are or ever will be
Ever in charge
As they way more
Devilishly , devious and clever
And why the only thing I know for sure
Is that nothing any time
In the near or not to distant future
Is about to change
As they make the rules
Which dictate and control
This so called game
We call life
What to write ... the calm of night,
Feeds my desire to perspire.
For love, my mind moves to you.
Your thoughts, my thoughts
Your words, my tune.
I wait, wonder, will your return,
Bring new things to my mind's concern..
For love, before I sleep, I see,
Your heart of hearts,
My fantasy.
I know this love is more than
That of a sister's or brother's,
It started small, but now I know
This truth, The Ancient Puzzle.
One thing is just, and truly just
An extension of the other.
What makes it right?
What is the truth?
What do you believe?
You say it is God
Who changes things
Who is in control
Who rules the cosmos
What about the burning man
Woman, child, offering?
To give up smoking
You say it is God who
Changes and transforms your
Mind and desires
Psychology says it is you
Who decides, is in control,
Makes the decisions
Internal or external
Locus of control
That
Is the only question
The thing is I’m just not that into you, and
The thing is it will likely never work.
The thing is it’s not you it’s me, but
The thing is you’re actually a jerk.
Anyone who dreams can get almost anything
to fulfill what the eager heart wishes;
think of one precious thing that's
not easily attainable as a diamond ring!
The hardest thing is to find love, not
romance that resembles a star that gleams;
has anyone found it and possessed it
without the thought of losing it to tears?
Catching those beautiful falling stars is easier than
realizing dreams that one loses towards dawn;
I came close to catching one with both hands, but
the thrill to seize it still tempts me to own it.
The hardest thing is to find love when desire becomes
passion and wild kisses lead to sensual embraces;
keep on dreaming and let fantasy lose its sense of reality,
a reality we all see through eyes filled with ecstasy.
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Yesterdays sun hides behind today's over cast while tomorrows storm echos in
the distant ,
the dense sun light prepares us for the rain, the fall leafs soon will be changing
color again,
the chill breeze we fill on our backs means winter is coming, time to work like
the preparing ant.
snowbirds scatter, mosquito's stings will soon leave our thoughts for the cold
bears a bad fillings for our two friends.
The smell brings to mind the holidays Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the thought
of another passing year,
a time for family , memories of the loved ones that past and the new members
who joined us,
we will sit break bread and toast to the future, treasure the present as we
laugh so hard at the past we twinkle a tear.
the holidays when all is forgiven and the rest is put behind, for now it`s about
love and happiness.
So let the clouds roll in, allow the leafs to change, and bring on the cold,
it`s that time of the year when we warm our hearts,
it`s that time of the year when we have them to hold.
and it`s that time of the year when the healing from the year starts.
MALICE IN BLUNDERLAND
New born babies are being brutalized by a bastion of bastards and b*****s
S**t I couldn’t do that if I were offered untold riches
All the money in the world couldn’t motivate me to commit such an atrocity
As the blood of beautiful babies flow due to a self-serving monstrosity
I hear of all the babes who are stabbed, shot or beaten to death
The tiny ones who were only recently blessed by their birth’s first breath
But all too soon a baby’s blessing of breath becomes an acerbic curse
When heathens head a hoard of men to codify the madness of a monster or worse
The devil is their kin while hellish horror is their credo and misbegotten belief
Because too many babes are born to be baptized and bastardized by gargantuan grief
It’s a staggering and insipid account I hear far too often
With snapshots in living color of another corpse in a tiny coffin
Infants are instantaneously incinerated when insanity comes quite caustically to call
How the hell they can do it is, fortuitously for me, something I will never understand
As the unrighteous and unholy ogres who see babes as souls to murder, mutilate and maul
And is there anyone guarding and guiding this all?
Babes birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized are being brutally butchered
As some heinous individual ignores the severity of a parent’s needs
And thanks to the mortician that babe no longer bleeds
As these
Babes birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized babies are being butchered by brutal brutes
with despicable malice
While a mahogany and gold leafed casket becomes an innocent’s eternal chalice
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee~!
Impossible thing is none,
With the Lord on our side;
Faith can even move mountain,
Wound is healed deep inside.
No reason to worry about,
God knows everything;
Man's mind has limitation,
God's power is everlasting.
No cause for alarm,
Trust in the Father above;
He will hear our prayers,
Through the greatness of His love.
No reason to doubt,
God's mighty hands are proven;
Never ever be afraid,
The enemy will come up beaten.
Bad things can be reversed,
We ought to understand;
Everything is for the good,
Just ask for God's helping hand.
Once we never turn
A blind eye to the Almighty One;
Our supplications will be granted,
Impossible thing is none.
Genesis2-7
So God created Man in his own image in the image of God created he him male and female created he them. And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostril the breath of life I thought no wonder we love and crave our man so much for they have in them the music and the soul and in their nostril the breathe of life and man became a living soul a living soul is man noteA and note F octave -1 Frequency 27hz or frequency 2.7hz
Genesis 2-23
And Adam said this woman is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh she shall be called woman because she was taken out of man noteD and note A
Octave-3 and Octave 3 frequency 2.23 or frequency 223hz
The sound of music is Amourous sweet and feels so good I have heard many sounds from the King's Book KJV and some do manifest the Alpha and the Omega the beginning and the End God took music back home and has lost nothing!
I believe I will state my claim on this day
I am the first to say
I am playing my bible my tongue
shall speak of his righteousness
and of his praise all day long
under copyrights binding
[My new lyrics about St. Clare,
to the tune of "One Gift" ---
from Disney's "Sleeping Beauty"]
One gift, beauty rare
Seeing God's Beauty everywhere
Lips that praise that Jesus rose
She'll walk with the Lord wherever she goes
One gift, the gift of song
Praising the Lord her whole life long
St. Francis is her troubadour
Providing a way to her new home's door
One gift, the gift of prayer
Knowing God, Who is always there
Peace of heart in His chaste Love
Lives in Poverty with Providence from above
(Original lyrics:
"One gift, beauty rare,
Gold of sunshine in her hair,
Lips that shame the red, red rose,
She'll walk with springtime wherever she goes!
One gift, the gift of song,
Melody her whole life long!
The nightingale's her troubadour,
Bringing his sweet serenade to her door...")
I wake to a lonely cup of coffee to sounds of silence and fillings I can not shake,
I sit at my computer wanting to write how I fill and my fingers can't find the words,
at this time of the day I wake ready for the world thankful and blessed,
today I write some thing is missing to grasp what it is I'm filling for goodness sake,
then it hits me I know what it is...her words,
I miss them and this I confess,
no phone call away,
I remember without saying a word she knew,
praises from a mother...I no longer hear.
I never hear what she use to say...
and now I know the filling of missing her grew,
filling out of place because I'm here,
almost two years have past since I rested my knees by your side,
since I wiped away the dust from your head stone,
since I brought you flowers and asked how you been,
since I let the tears of missing you take a ride,
since I've gone home,
I really don't let others know I just let it flow from my pen,
I wonder what your doing now and do you know what I'm going through,
I wonder if your upset with me for not being there,
I wonder are you happy that I got my brothers and sister to visit,
I wonder do you miss me like I miss you?
years have past since we laid you to rest and your still my strength my reason for being
the reason I care
you still lift me up with those words you spoke so long ago and inside I fill it,
you still make me smile and I'm still trying to make you proud,
with a smile I found that some thing missing,
I know why I haven't been me,
I haven't took time I haven't looked to the clouds,
your miles and months away but home I'm coming,
and at your side is where I'll be.
is not in the best interest
of folks who charge obscene interest
for us to keep talkin'
but poverty don't equate to
stupidity
so I reckon there's still hope.
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an now please 'scuse me while i go pray a little