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I am a very special shape; I have four sides and four lines straight.
Look beyond my words, and see the shape that I am destined to
Be. I'm not just random words drawn out of thin air, I am much
More than that. I am a quadrilateral with four right angles and I
Have two lines of reflectional symmetry and rotational symmetry.
My angles are rectilinear; my sides meet at right angles. You
Learn this at school with your ABC's, practice your studies and
You will see some other fine examples of me.
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Children At Risk
children are at risk when they can
physically hold a gun
forced recruitment of guerrilla groups
is not unknown
and occurs mainly in the third world
some return home
with help of pulleys
and improvised shear legs
with difficulty are able to move
the fallen portion of their bodies
mutilated by mines
in the lost cities of African
South America
they were capable physically to hold a gun
now if opportunity
they can take a pencil and a paper
and go to school
to learn how to read and write
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Mother was always honest with me
But I wasn't, open to school
Sceard boys don't play with lies
It's a secret sacreard to all
Where is she?
Home with me and others
Then why won't she write
Read, or come up with another
Child, because we are her only
Me & my brother, write Alice, read Alice
Make another answer for those teachers
Andre can't hide you no more
Neither can Quincy, read Alice, write Alice
Go home with them and do as I told you
To do!
Please don't ask why, ask how could they,
In there school, do her like that.
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Young and pretty
Sweet and bold.
When I look at her I feel old,
My baby is growing up.
She is brave.
Never too scared to try
and face her fears.
She has the courage of a lioness
For someone so young.
“Oh, where has the time gone.”
She is a style diva.
Knowing what goes with what
and what colors to choose.
Fashion a language
She clearly understands.
Sweet and bubbly.
She talks and talks
Of stories from school.
Her stories filled with laughter,
Filled with fun and most scary of all
Mostly about boys.
Oh where has the time gone.
My baby is growing up.
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Most parents don't know that giving
their children everything they want:
is the easiest way to spoil them;
I grew up differently and understood
how hard they worked to ask
for anything and the only time
I got something to be thrilled about
was on Christmas and on birthdays!
Look at the other kids
who got everything:
they got drunk, stole and did
drugs; they also skipped school,
and some of them went to jail!
I'll be always grateful to my parents
not to have spoiled me, but disciplined me
and taught me how to fear and love God;
if these hands never took a thing which wasn't
mine or I was never disrespectful to others:
I praise them highly for their wisdom!
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From in my wardrobe did I go...
Imagination follows me...
In this child's memory...
Invited the sea to a tea party...
A seahorse attended of course...
I danced with clams...
...and rode horse back crabs...
...watched sands melt into the shallows...
...A shark lay in wait...
...for tea he did not partake...
...For it was here it was safe to play...
...I'd return again and again...
...The luxury my gift I understand...
...all toys to the rescue...
...All little fish out of school...
...We served seaweed chips...
...Starfish served meringue...
...with sand cake pie...
...We climbed over jagged rocks...
...We built sandcastles in a time not forgot...
...Just another day with me...
...My imagination free...
...This imagination...a luxury...
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It’s really an experience working at any school
relationship with students – a fundamental thing
like what we always say in life’s cycle
there’s a space for growing and learning.
Seeing the structures of faith in relation to academics
a discipline involved makes a great difference;
with an attitude expressed in academic commitment
truly, a wonderful experience that’s worth doing it.
Again, in the hallmark of human sacrifices
one needs to fulfill what is expected of him
the meaning of being called in the world with others
God’s love prevails in his whole plan with others.
It’s a way to be led according to the ideals of faith
where one continues to dwell in God’s grace
living the gospel values in relation to others
a key to Christianity; a response to maturity.
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Oh Kate
You never told me
It a grey feeling
Just a dismal hunch
Pretty Kate
Sweet Kate
Always there
Yes Kate
A gift for thee
There for Bram Flakes
There for schmear
There for ersatz food
Yes Kate
You taught me how
To enjoy ersatz food
Without grimacing
You were there.
We scarcely spoke.
I saw you poor
I tried to help you.
Forever high school Kate.
Pink monkeys and lingerie
Forever senior prom
Your eyes on the money.
Yes Kate
I shall miss you.
Texas friend, oh Kate.
Goodbye to the Lone Star.
Surfing and bodyboarding
The great white shark and Kate
Wondered what you did
California Kate the swimsuit lady
I forgave you for the drndls
With the cut outs - you made bikinis
You the confused friend, the lost sister
Kate oh Kate - goodbye.
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I know anytime you see my scolding message or a raving and ranting message, you used to mutter that this person is so jealous in love.
But anything I did and I'll do is not out of love, because you don't know what love means.
You thought love is just to pronounce on mouth and keep it near heart not inside heart.
You as a girl of school loving member, you won't understand it till it comes to a level in which everyday your eyes will be dripping with wells of tears.
Fatimah I showed you a love and trust which no any girl in this world I ever told, and the love which normally matters and can be seen formally in this world but you just made all the things non-prevailing ones. I don't know are you going to comprehend it, is it that you'll get it from that dullard kid or when you get another scumbag baga.
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I left my
heart in
a magical
place. A
place that
holds years
of wonder and
awe. A place that
knows me better
than any other place
I’ve been. This place
has changed me and
molded me into the
person I am now.
The forests, trees, creeks,
and open skies instilled in
me a love for God’s works.
The harshness of the winters has
taught me to be patient and to endure. My small
town is where I learned the small-town work ethic;
you don’t get what you don’t earn and earning what
you want takes a little bit of sweat and tears. Here
I learned that you don’t have to be blood to be
family. Brothers and sisters are made throughout
years of school together. We relied on each other to
be happy. This place will forever hold my heart and
soul. I am a small town girl through and through.
It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO
for shaping me into something more than I was.
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For whole beings
My answer is as the star twinkles in night
Bright twinkle and deep
Dearing to throw light for the sky to illuminate
Still being countless too
Cannot provide requirement of appropriate sight
My mean is as countless cries could be fruitless
A bridge single stood over the river
Accumulates favour from all goers all the time
Still being solid and stout
Has earn mild heart managing ways from both sides
But a case of bang being horror timid loses always
Even a child cannot warm welcome
Sheds tears terrifying, seeing flown hands and legs
My mean is even a child which cannot accept
Why the grown youths do play such heinous trick?
Leaving hatred within the heart, need is unite, build the earth
In school all are same and are given educative lessons
Who is defaulter and criminal going later on?
My mean is first provision food, shelter and rest
So a prescription for a universal government with all discreet
For the people, of the people by the people, for whole beings.
21/08/2014/
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Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I think about life, I think about my everyday strifes
I know I love you girl you the mama of my children
You already like my wife
I know I have cheated from time to time
but you the only one who I sleep with at the end of another long night
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I know I like to drink yet it feels like I love that alcohol
This liqour and beer is my number one downfall
If it werent so then the crazy *****in my life now I would have never saw
I would have never ended up sitting in prison for breaking the law
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
It's alright now though because Im back in school
I know I struggle at times but Im reframing from being another lost fool
I know it bull-*****even though many youngsters think that *****is cool
But they don't know if they been where I been and still want to do what I do
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I still wrestle with human afflictions,
when I see others suffering,
groping in the dark of invasion –
where the rich and powerful
become richer, tutors of domination,
over these poor people, my own people.
In a globalized and interdependent world,
the growing technology and culture
speak the same to civilization;
the unknown depths of man’s soul
get neglected in life’s situations.
Our moral compass eclipses
by emerging values of the world;
family ties and faithfulness,
seem to die out now in truth.
I remember the “bar mitzvah”
for Jewish culture and religion
strictness in their formation
for a son or daughter of obligation.
Torah for them – a sacred revelation,
a holy book about God’s laws;
his commandments in various modes,
a guide, indeed, a school for the souls.
Similar to Christian life and religion
a holy bible shared and read across cultures;
but with media invasion in all dimensions
God’s word has now less attraction to some
especially to young people of this generation.
Though I may think the world has changed,
it has become like a free market, a confusion;
with hardly any blueprint of principles –
that carry mankind to be God’s disciples.
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NOT MY LITTLE JOY
Everyone who knows knows it shouldn’t have gone this way
A friend I’ve had for eons knows this isn’t the way it should be
That such a threat be handed unto me
My ex-wife Peggy will say the same
That such a strengthened opponent would summon my name
Just three quicksilver years out of high school
Thought I was cruel because those guys seemed cool
Only to be confronted and finally tormented by such a gory ghoul
Without question my parents would tell you “not my boy
Not my boy who blessed this earth with his birth
And oh how cute at only ten days old he could get up on one knee
Things like this don’t happen to him, my husband or me”
And they would say those exact same words only maybe paraphrased a bit
I feel like yelling loud enough for people for miles around to hear me scream “Holy S**t
This isn’t fair and I can’t bear the thought of such a callous end
After my doing things an honest man could never defend
Looking back at the people a hurt badly enough for blood to run
And every single act of selfishness I have ever done
So now, as my every dream, plan and prayer fades
Maybe it’s righteously right that I would contact aids
© 2011.… Phreepoetree
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Mommy I love you
You should know how much I love you.You who gave birth to me,you who says I love you when i need to cry,you who help me the most through all my dramas,I love you so much momma.This day and all the other you put up with all the chaos's I bring I am so happy to call you my mom.Every person who looks at you know what a great job you did and how you raised me and my brother and sister I can only thank God that you are my mom.I know this might be late or even overdo but you know I can only hold you for so long even if I don't seem happy if I look like I'm going to cry never once think it was your fault cause you know what I love you so much.There was once a time I was so sick i couldn't stand but in only a week you healed me with your love and hugs thank you ever so much mommy.Even if I get to old to sit in your lap.even if I get to old to call you mommy and run into your arms,even if I am to old to say mommy take me to school,you should know your the only women in my life that accepts me for me.This child you gave birth to,the only person who can give my dreams a rest and will wait till I am once again open and wearing my heart out on my arm,You the women who put up with this child who was ever bad.Mommy I love you so much even if it over do your the only person who I can ever call mommy and jump into your arms.
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Birth: Cradle. Diapers. Mess. Cries.
First: Word. Step.
Sneezes. Doctor. Parents Doting Over. Brother/Sister...
Kindergarten: Swing. Toys. Daily Snoozes. Lunches.
School: Teachers. Marks. Principle and Misdemeanors.
Games. Yard. Ball. Tripping. Crutches. Bed.
Fights. Broken Nose. Blood. Makeups. Forgiveness.
Neighborhood. Friends. Hangouts. Drinks and Smokes.
Girls. Parties. Show off - Pretense. Kisses. Finally: Sex.
College: More Kisses. Sex. Spring. Winter. Summer.
Sessions. Tails. Beer. More Beer. Vodka. Gin with ice.
Coffee. Night Sessions. Finally Diploma.
Thereafter: Work. Love. Starry Sleepless Nights.
Unending Conversations. Proposal. Wedding. Marriage.
Mother In Law. Father In Law. Sudden Relatives.
Conversations. Advice How To Live. Trapped.
Quarrels. Clubs. Friends. Alcohol: Boy Nights.
Often Repeated.
Make ups. Birth. Cradle. Diapers. Mess. Cries.
First: Word. Step.
Sneezes. Doctor. Sleepless Nights.
Doting Over. Son/Daughter...
Possibly Repeated.
Stress. Mistress. Bed. Possibly Repeated.
Business. Money. Planning. Overspending.
Job: Overtimes At Work. Scheming For Advancement.
Finally Achieved. Jobless. Multiply Repeated.
Old Age. Grandson/Granddaughter.
Diapers. Cradle. Kindergartens. Schools.
Universities. Stress. Pressure.
“Grandparents: Help!” Possibly Repeated.
Retirement. Migraine. Glasses. Heart.
Kidneys. Lungs. Bones. Doctor. Bed.
Death. Speech. Coffin. Goodbye. Crying.
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This is the first of five found poems based on Microsoft dictation trials. I took the verbatim text filled with gibberish and put into poetic stanzas otherwise no editing.
Her and they moved to
a the final inspection went well
with E wall
back to the apartment
and brown
we had left the keys
are in the car
but fortunately
we ran two
are rules that TV does not
ruin were bought
baby by Jews
they’ll be able to see you
and your evening
we win
two Home Depot and Costco
and then who can free pizza
for dinner we want to eastern market
and shot the movie
dress report to the berber
back home
and went to bed
about the nine
the dictation is working up
from 50% of the time
cue-card will keep
the hope that the difference
in win over to
in the meantime
I will keep brokerage
and user to ride
bay from all working
you in this
is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?
Microsoft did tuition
continues two 50%
of the time
one the visual dictation data
his sometimes schuler’s
shall I am sure
even when you shoot a film,
today we’ll meet with Perot’s
to turn over the key
and then paid the porch
and weather permits
and then maybe have dinner
with more drivers
wore see the movie
Mama Mia
should be a good
if I have time
High-level
also do some solutions all
Still having problems with my group
saw fit to Asia
still very strange
each results
it’s well as run
the south: today in that age
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Not to be misled.
I have written about and with my husband in mind nine times for the world to see. I share my life in bits and pieces from as far back as I can remember including things that have never happened. Dreams have come to life on paper and words just spring into stories. I work with all kinds of patients, yes patients who share their lives with me and reasons why they do what they do.
My husband is everything to me and I am as much to him. Our story is told poem by poem or so I tried. Written for and about our actual lives is as follows:
1. Rescued
2. He Whispered
3. My Fantasy, My Husband
4. Together As One
5. Together We Laugh
6. Doc
7. My Husband
8. When I’m Gone
9. Friendship
My life has had its up’s and down’s, with the death of my baby girl now an angel above! My ex-husband taking my boys to Alaska, which to me was a world away. I being a high school dropout and having never worked had a long road ahead of me. I have never blamed anyone other than myself and have never spoken ill of any.
Yes, times of joy came my way but most were hard and depressing. My husband, yes I met the man of my dreams so fairy tales do come true. Has loved me in spite of all the up’s and downs! So when you see a writing that seems so sad and lonely or of one who is lost and alone; it is not me or my life! Thank you to all my friends who have cared about me and care enough to show their support. There have been times in my life that friends like you kept me going! God Bless You All.
Debbie Knapp
06/04/2013
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Pallikarnai,one of
the prominent
waterbodies that
once provided life
breath to Chennai
(Tamilnadu, India)
is now a garbage
dumpyard. It now
serves as a moving
symbol of how the
civilized can
threaten the
environment.
I
Pallikarnai
Resounds
In the Alps.
Retches the
himalayas.
Foams
In the Ganges.
Forays the volga.
Muddles
In the Amazon
Mucks the Nile.
Incarnates
In myriad moulds
And disguises
Around the world.
Masking the demon
behind
Hoodwinks the
beholder
Letting none to
snare.
II
The subjacent hell
Pandemic heaps of
plastics
Annals of the soil
receded.
Putrifying greed
Kicked shut
The eyes of mother
earth.
Clinging the
remnants
Eager to sprout
Future laments.
Wailing of
Strangled stars
Unceased.
Abandoned birds
Scribbles the dirge
In the blazing sky.
III
Fire unfurled
Everywhere.
The stretching blaze
Scorched the city
Stoked humen bodies.
Their mind
Charred long ago.
Unable to bear
The acrid smell
Wind collapsed.
Streets whirls
around
Stuck in the
hounding wheels.
The world
Tosses upside down.
IV
Flies
Abducted the city.
Assaulted school
buses
As tanks
Demolished the sky
scrappers.
As missiles
Sped up to homes.
In hungry mouth
Dropped bombs.
Eyes were plucked
out,
Lips consumed.
Dismayed sky shrunk.
Stars severed down.
Corses
Drifted in drinking
water.
Wings are swords
Legs are spears.
Flies.
V
Before dying
Wriggling soil
Asked the children
Would you give
The leafy eyes
Only to see me?
Before the fall
Writhing earth
Entreated the
children
would you give
The ears of green
trees
Only to hear me?
To the world of the
matured
Went the little ones
Searching leafy eyes
and ears.
Will they return?
If return
Will the soil and
earth remain?
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IT WAS LONG TO STRONG
AN IMAGE IS CAGE
VERY RARE TO HEAR
A CAMEL IN THE ILLUSION
OPAQUE BY A THING OBJECT
DECLARING A TINY IMAGE
ILLUSION, VERY HEAVY
OBSERVING THE THIN OBJECT ALONE
WHAT A BIG ILLUSION!
VIEWING HUNDRED KILOMETERS
FOCAL LENGTHS OF MEASURE
LEST THE IMAGE; THE CAMEL
ERECT IN THE ILLUSION
OBSERVE THE PIN ALONE
A PIN, AN OPAQUE OBJECT
TO THE MIGHTY CAMEL
WHILE VIEWING IT ALONE
THE IMAGE OF A PIN IS SEEN
APPEARS NOT THE CAMEL’S IMAGE
SURFACE YES, REAL, ERECT THE PIN
IN THE AGE WE GUAGE
PLANNING FOR THE WAGE
VIA THE CURE OF AN ADAGE
PREFERED TO ACT A PAGE
BY PAINTING THE STAGE
WITH A COLOUR, A BEIGE
BEAUTIFUL! CONFIRMED THE RANGE
AN INSECT FLOATING
ON SURFACE OF WATER
ACTING PRACTICALLY, IS HE
IT IS HE THAT DID THE DREAM
ARGUING IT IS NOT SURFACE OF LIQUID
FORGET, IT IS A PRINCIPLE
ELASTICITY OF A LIQUID
ACTING BENEATH
WHICH GIVES SUPPORT
TO THE OBJECT
ON THE SURFACE OF WATER
AGHAST AN INSECT BOASTING
BLABBING BEFORE MANY THEORIES
HURRAY!!! IDID IT, AM DENSER
FROM THE HORSE TO THE BUS
WE RIDE THE HORSE
WE DRIVE THE BUS
A STATE COMES ABOUT
TELLING EACH ADVENTURE
IT CREATES ATTENTION
TOUGHTS OF DIFFERENT AIMS
A GAME OF DISCRIMINATION
A TAME OF INCRIMINATION
WHIRLING HOME IMPLICATION
BROODING OFF COMPLICATION
OH NAY! WHAT AN AGHAST
HEARING BOTH ARE SPEEDY
UHN! NO INCIDENT OF AN ACCIDENT
DISTINCT COME IN AND SCREAM
SIGHED! LESS HEAR, HEARD, OUT OF MAMOTH
THE JOURNEY ROSE ON
CLAMOURING, TIMING INCLUDED
NEEDED NOT THE RACE, CLOCK
YES, A JOURNEY ARRIVED SAFELY
ORGANS RESPOND TO BRAIN
ORPHANS PLAY IN REIGN
ALOUD BANGED! THE VAIN
CLOUDY, ROUDY, IT IS RAINY
SHINY, SCOTCHY IT IS SUNNY
DRENCHED, HEATED SO FUNNY
APPEARANCE OF FUTURE
FULFILMENT OF STATURE
HOPE OF STRUCTURE
HOME OF CULTURE
BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL BIND
BEAST WITH BULLY BUOYED
CALLING EACH OTHER NAMES
THE GOOD
THE BAD
AND THE UGLY
OCCURRENCE IN THE SKY
INFLUENCED THEIR TRY
SCHOOL OF THOUGHT
ADVANCED POOL OF TOUGHT
WORTHY ENOUGH OF SORT
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The day was fine and sunlit, Decorated by several clouds drifting
aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky. Chorused by gentle
puffs of the morning breeze, Sending leaves on the
streets twirling like ballerinas in a dazzling and
mesmerising dance. and the trees too,
waving their twigs like hands
saluting people walking past,
Then the emergency siren
suddenly shrieked,
Threatening of a
descending storm,
Send us scurrying
to safety, As dark
clouds stretched
across the horizon
and its shadow
slowly devours
the daylight,
People around
the
village
stormed
like a colony
of ants panicking
from the incoming
storm,
Busy sand-bagging their houses
and boarding up their windows with
plywood To keep them from falling apart.
I was inside my study room, Huddled beneath
the mountain of textbooks piling around me, Terrified
that I may not survive from whatever’s happening outside,
From the storm clouds swarming over the school, Unleashing
sudden, violent bolts of lightning slashing across the skyline
As the deafening roar of thunder echoed through the village,
And then it came. Cruel and merciless rain beating down
upon us, An untamed ocean of terror and destruction
thrown from the unusually blackened sky
accompanied by the howling of
immense hurricane-like wind,
Red blood-like sap
spurted
from the trees moaning
and groaning in agony As their limbs
were brutally ripped away by the monstrous downpour.
The winds were savage animals screaming at the children While
gnawing and clawing at our houses like a pack
of hungry wolves searching for their frightened
prey. Iced daggers stabbed at my feet As the
waterfall gushed through our roof And knocked
me to the floor. Slowing the pressure eased, as
the rain gradually lessoned, until finally fading
into a charming melody, Resembling the graceful
chimes of bells. The molten-gold rays peaked out
over the mountain-tops Emerging from behind a
peaceful
sheet of mist,
Casting slanted beams
of light shining across the
village. Fluttering of wings could
be heard as birds erupted from their
shelters followed by an explosion of elegant
song. They sailed majestically over the schoolyard
in unison, Chirping and cheeping through the village’s
moat of vast forest as happy as a newborn penguin.
When I stared toward the golden coin glistening
in the brilliant sky, It appeared to me
that the day was fine and
sunlit Decorated
by
several
clouds
drifting
aimlessly
in
the
radiant ocean-blue
sky.
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