You want some Torchers, Tortures -Hell Yeah!
You want some Torturer's Tortures -Hell Yeah!
She's very Torturous, Torturous - Hell Yeah!
She's very Torturous, Torturous - Hell Yeah!
She's very gorgeous, gorgeous hell yeah!
To do sport is like sin to an evil man
Damn the Land of Dan
Their Spirits are felt but without no regrets
If I beheld 10 stories then Storms will re-lent
If I'm Stolen then I must pay the rent
Straight damn dumb vent
She said I'm the fiend, transcend, divine, esteem
Dream have a Vision like I seen
The you will know what it's like to live
Estella estatic prevail against the felon that fell
William told Thelma to tell
swords are like arrows
Like your Life without the Stealing of The Babel Tower
Blast Tango out that Pharoah's casket
that is a flash back to the past
piss on that Hashtag #
Uplift their Spirits with The Fashion from France !!!
I’ve got some tea for y’all,
but I’m not sure you can handle it.
This isn’t the kind you just listen to —
you’ve got to understand the weight of it,
the seriousness,
the intensity of what I’m about to say.
You once told me
that as long as I’m happy, you’d stand by me.
But right now, it’s deeper than happiness.
Being around her doesn’t just make me smile —
it brings me peace.
The kind of peace
like water resting quietly in a pot.
She once told me she feels safe around me.
And that alone said a lot.
She’s a Proverbs 31 woman, no doubt.
Not because she flatters me.
Not because she opened the door of her life to me.
But because she truly carries herself
like an ideal woman.
In my mind, that’s where she lives now.
And I hope one day
she finds it worthy enough
to sign the contract for permanent residence.
Make me a proud man among my kinsmen.
Lift my name high in the circle of my boys.
Place a crown upon my head…
And allow me —
allow me the honor
of making her my queen
How punches seep;
Make talk so cheap-
In doubt to ,
Tongue can't keep fit.
What knock out, art-
Open Jaws apart...
Of Francis dream,
Joshua made scream.
In just two rounds,
Three knock downs' sounds...
Put up fear's thrill,
Fans silence still.
In awe; how big...
Long fight ought dig.
I awoke hoping for a golden day
I’m easily dazzled, I suppose.
But it’s cool and overcast in Paris.
They’re limiting the sunshine today
because of global warming.
How can global warming bring a thousand harms
if it can’t even cook a turkey?
I love this after-Christmas week.
The crowded activities and Hallmark card events are over
but we still have the sunny moods and infectious vibes
(and no classwork).
My parents flew in last night.
It’s a holiday miracle.
What’s better than running into your mother’s arms
for a, “Mom-MEEEEEEEEEE!” hug.
Joy is a land unto itself, dizzying and potent.
“Your hair,” she said, almost immediately
- confiscating my adulthood with ease.
I‘ve missed her interrogations
and itchy, absorbing interest.
Re-entering childhood can be emotionally wearing
I needed a skin of those shuttle tiles for reentry.
The funny thing is, I get to watch my momma smother
under Grandmère’s beam-fixture gaze.
It seems awfully bright in here - far below the overcast.
.
.
Songs for this:
Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Sirens
Conexão by Amber Mark
Yuletide qualms?
Offer gifts, food and alms
It’s Christmas, observe St. Stephen’s plaint...
Be a blessing, serve the needy without restraint,
be Good King Wenceslas, who is the poor man’s saint.
Many suffer, employment at bay
their year-end bonus pay
Boxing Day
bumbles with sun rays
dancing on swamp rose petals
glory of morning
In the bustling halls of workplace,
there lies a quiet enmity hidden in plain sight.
A simmering rivalry that runs deep,
whispers behind closed doors and furtive glances that never meet.
On the surface, all seem polite and cordial,
but beneath the shining sheet of professionalism
lies a devious inferno.
The backbiting, the petty squabbles,
all serve to undermine a collective goal.
We pretend that all are in this together,
but the fact is far more guileful, much harder to bear.
For as long as this hidden enmity persists,
we can never truly reach our full potential or even hope to coexist.
©Chitra Arun
Familiar dull feeling of dealing with disappointment
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
You're on top, so, you think you've got 'em,
But, you don't understand, boxing's pugilistic ways.
Then, you're dropped, you hit rock-bottom,
They say, Hey Punchy, who carries your luggage these days?
You won, cuz, you knew you were, "The One,"
Now, you've got scars, broken bones that...never really healed.
With no more, "Glory Days," in the sun,
It's December, can't remember, your fate is ever sealed!
They dressed me up in tinsel
and lametta I recall
stood me in a corner
not as a wallflower
I was the belle of the ball
but now my needles shedding
the moment I've been dreading
limp lonely forgotten neglected
not long before I'm ejected
and two weeks later here am I
a sad and sorry sight to behold
enough to make one cry
discarded by the side of the road
wasting away out in the cold
alas this is the fate awaits us
to make the children smile
here today gone tomorrow
born to sparkle but for a while
You
Have Made
Life
So Much
Better...
She Said.
In Ways
You Can
Never...
Imagine.
***
In Leaves
Ochre-
Winter-Green-
Scarlet...
Distorted
By
Shimmering
Rain.
***
In The Sprig
Of A Branch
Grasping
Spread-Eagle...
Arising From
Ripe
Musky Moss.
conversation continues,
for example the limits of reflexes-
until 12 rounds
Pussycat Pussycat
tap tapping like a boxer
within your imaginary ring
playful and nimble
bouncing on a spring
to the left to the right
dancing on a whim
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 29, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE G sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
George Edward Foreman
was a man who had a plan
he was a great boxer who gave us thrills
and Big George managed to sell thousands of grills
The forgotten
We forgot to buy a loaf today, but there is an apple tart in the fridge for breakfast tomorrow we will feast on cake and think of the daft woman in France, whose name I have forgotten
Putin was offered a 30-day break from warring, and he gracefully thanked Trump for his interest and accepted the offer, but first, the underlying cause had to be negotiated
Trump was flattered; he didn’t get the whole loaf but had to accept a lemon cake, Putin and Lavrov are both masters in chess, and the West, who do not understand what Russia has said
No NATO in Ukraine quarantine Russia has had enough from the West’s false promises, that’s, but Zelensky, the fraud has to go, a new election held and a spring will arrive in Ukraine
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