A busy bee browses the lavender bush
Collecting sweet nectar no doubt
Visits loads of blue flowers
Goes on round about.
Some distance away tall buddleia blooms.
Its long purple blossoms in spikes
The butterflies love it and never give up
Its nectar is vital for life.
The soil underneath is full of life too
Worms, woodlice, and beetles and plenty of bugs.
Some nice things, some not so
No-one ever likes slugs.
Oh thank you, yes, thank you, God, your precious plan,
No part independent though millions of bits
Each needing some others, some sharing of life
Each particle useless if just hit-or-miss.
I've two computers I'd like to sell,
They're old, but they both still work very well.
They are Windows desktops, aka, a PC,
One browses with Firefox,
And one with IE.
I can't recall, now, which is which,
But as near as I can tell,
The latter's in the Acer,
And the former in the Dell.
A full African figure
Is how I can describe her
The Joy of seeing her
Is it not to be found
In her leaving as they drool
Her face contemplative
And easy grace mixed with charm
A voice tantalizing as she browses
I think she is on Tiktok now..
Fala.. she jokingly calls me
When my teasing's are too much
The Joy of a platonic friend
Is to be found in altruism and loyalty
Did I mention shes from a background unrated
Joy easy is her name and being a constant friend
I desire the playful talk, flirting's, and daily teasing's
I have
to be strong
when the longing
presses...
When
a wind
fiercely,
squeezes
the link
of the pain...!
When
the loneliness
deafening
thunders,
and my soul
it floods...
when
browses
to cross
the storms...
loneliness and
longing,
are tides
that alternate...
low tide
throbs.
high tide
suffocates!
Who suffers
is the heart
this poor sailor
so innocent
as much
castaway...!
A pampered poodle in Beverley Hills
browses Rodeo Drive for her thrills
Jeweled dog bowls she'll seek
and silk leashes tres chic
Her owner smiles --Just hand me the bills
2/27/23
She browses around
Like she owns all of the town,
Gladly all alone.
Above and below
Buddha browses karmas sent
Magic spaces of mind
Mind paints canvas of life as amateur
Some hues taken from palette of events
Some contributed by human nature
oozing from emotive urge at moments.
Heart gallery frames happy happenings
Those turn weepy are mercilessly torn
Ugly chapters showing spastic paintings
Some to erase and some get forgotten.
Brush browses on multiple episodes,
Patches of pigments collide in collage
kaleidoscope of memory decodes
Some pictures go hazy, some to enlarge.
Throughout life did ‘Mind’ the painter paint well?
Canvas of life with overlapped hues can't tell.
Nihonzaru waits for the sun, in the valley where steaming pools warm. This is the north, the far north of ice and snow and trembling bones. He will survive as he always does.
Thick greying hair, flecked with flakes of snow, protects from frostbite sting. Anxious and fatherly, he browses the breeze with his nose and eyes the surrounds. Pins and needles prickle numbed skin, unrecognized. His family eases in to the lake simmering slowly just off the boil.
I tell him he looks like an Eskimo, wrapped up in a woolly parka. Face pink from the bitterly cold. He is tired and wary, but content.
happy winter springs
cold touch hands on warming hearth;
burns like summer sun
Snow monkey, throw me a snowball.
She is looking radiant,
Body silky like that of an infant,
To describe her beauty, oh I can't.
Your perfume inviting to both man and ant.
You've charmed me, state your request and I will grant.
Your eyes are like doves,
Charming to both friends and foes,
Your smile has killed a thousand heroes.
A cock sees your footsteps and crows,
Your thighs are like where rose grows.
Your glance churns my stomach with rapid peristalsis,
You are like the breeze that browses among lillies,
Your thighs rounded like twin cities,
Your lips like fishes dancing in the seas.
Blessed is the craftsman that gave you such curvature,
Well formed with a unique structure,
Loving you is now my culture,
Forgive me if I stop at this juncture.
With this few points, I hope to have convinced you beyond reasonable doubt, you are mine, yes you are mine.
Bloodlines
I saw her in a shadowed room,
She clicks dead people there!
In tempo to Matilda’s waltz,
She pulls them from the air.
She calls to those who tie by blood
While humming, reading sign.
She browses more for common bond
And what she can divine…
he screams and yells and throws his arms
he runs helter here and skelter there
i don't do all that but am mentally ill
she rips her clothes, underwear n all
and roam d town, nakedness unknown,
i don't do all that but am mentally ill
he eats the things he finds in bins and browses through d trash in search
i don't all that but am mentally ill
she throws stones and sticks n bricks, hiding under sheds n bridge, her
battle in her head alone, i don't do all that but am mentally ill
if u could see what i see
hear what i hear
fight my battles n cry my tears, if you'v had everything taken away from u,your life ,your dreams, your very soul,you'd grab your head and shake it hard till you can literally feel your brain a bounce,
you'd scream and shout when no one is home and fix on your face that mask of cool,
you'd ask a question and answer back, the characters only you have met
you'd know that am mentally ill.
certainly am stark raving mad.
Suzie's criss cross was for her bow because she always got caught
Right hand over left hand was something she couldn't understand
No matter how many times the string crossed her hand
The poor dear lady would hit the target not..
After shooting her dad there in the brow
An incident that really made him scowl
One dear man felt sorry for her cause
He looked around and he made a browses
Stalker
Browses Tumblr
Thinking plagiarism
Stamen penises everywhere
Psycho
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