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.
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
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
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
Any Sunday 2015
Long is Sunday, empty streets
a tunnel of silence,
damp pavement, water trickles
into gutters.
Burnt matches, *** butts and
yesterday's leave forms a rust
brown dike, it bursts and floods
tiny pebbles-
flowers on the window sills
admire the rain on glass.
A life spent in a pot fear
no weed and see no evil.
A black cat decides not to
cross the road,
a child in yellow wellies
dreams of tomorrow.
shorts,white socks
sandals and panama-
winter-white legs
no wind,blue skies
dozing in a deckchair-
my afternoon tea stews
hottest day of summer
flying ants on high-
a swallows' drive by
summer-days ever-lasting
memories so tender-tasting
I was in His bosom before
time existed
With no form or comeliness
I was created from the dust
But nothing in me moved
Until His breath hit me
Then i came to full life
The very essence of Him
I am created to praise Him
That I will always do
Let your breath come afresh
on me
Renew me with your Spirit.
(Written 7th January. 2024)
No one only his eyes
Shows the symbol of love
Even If I commit mistakes
His eyes reflects sign of guilt
Perception differs
Not even we have single matches
But
Our hearts crawl to see each other faces
No one was able to lure my heart
His innocent face was one
Which took away
Even the tickles of rain drops
Passed whispering my ear
You were lucky my child
Which got Amrit in life
I too feel jealous myself
To have such person in my life
Whose hand I want to hold
Till rest of my life ends
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