When poetry cannot convey
everything I want to say
I’ll swap her for another genre
~ one that features triple entendres
What can a look convey that words cannot say,
A secret held beneath my quiet gaze?
More than the trembling speech of fleeting days,
I am speaking of love and sorrow in its way.
A glance, like moonlight on a silver stream,
Can stir your heart to feel, yet leave it still,
A language deeper than our human will,
The silent echo of each waking dream.
What can a look convey that words cannot say?
A memory that clings, though lips are made dry,
A shadow of a truth too hard, hear my cry,
An understanding wrapped up in her softest pink flame.
It is the kiss before our lips may meet,
The tender warmth that lingers on her many colored skin,
The promise in the dark that whispers sin—
A glimpse of all the things we're too afraid of to speak.
A look can hold the sorrow of my many years,
The unspoken depths of joy, all of my quiet fears.
So how can my words compare with this quiet art?
A look reveals the language of each beautiful heart.
Noax and American Concrete
Bought the rights to
Packard Motors ,
Studebaker, Duesberg Motors
and are looking to expand the company.
It's believe ambitious and prosperous
invested wish to invest and sell the
new company, to gain a huge profit.
Merger movement! Aquisition, Recreate.
restore and sell.
The flipping market of aquisition!
The impossible things of former
and current position , bought future the
Reestaishon of current conditions.
In mind of all things considered.
My darling, your smile is brighter than a sunrise
The depth of my love is mirrored in your blue eyes
When I'm in your embrace, there is nothing I fear
I feel my heart beat quicken each time you are near
You are the light that rescues me in the darkness
My sanctuary of peace when I'm in distress
I cherish my life with you each and every day
I love you so much more than my heart can convey
Stars are gleaming in your eyes as you look at me
I pray they remain there throughout eternity
You arouse my desire with each passionate kiss
I have never known such sweet happiness as this
You are part of me that I cannot live without
My love is true. A vow that you should never doubt
October 24, 2021
I am one of the oldest trees around.
My roots grow aggressively and deep in the ground.
I am a sycamore, most regal and proud.
My branches so high I can touch a cloud.
I'm usually found near wetlands and streams.
My thirst is unquenchable, or so it may seem.
I've weathered many seasons, endured the test of time,
but recently my roots grew into your sewer lines.
I witnessed the crane pulling up on our street, now bringing me down
will be a true feat.
I'm now shackled in ropes which I find quite appalling,
the whining chain saws, my branches now gnawing.
The solemn neighbors gather in the side yard.
My trunk succumbs and hits the ground hard.
My aging stump is all I'll convey as my decimators
climb in their trucks and drive away.
In time reflected moments become a stream,
when individuality touches that perfect seem.
Captivated by joyous harmony that sound,
improvised texture within is found.
Pure utterances giving that feel a relief,
music in itself and its belief.
The impeccable moment in backwards jump,
when speed of ball and foot at sums.
Scoring the necessity at brilliant once,
the relief in ecstasy that stunts.
The soul that raises all euphoria of joy,
trailing glory touching tears employ.
Words of sentiment that provide,
heavens infancy open ever wide.
Behold that touch in memories close,
tangible ecstasy whence it flows.
Observed in its embracing deliverance,
visions by splendid equivalence.
Magic and perseverance filling its lap,
with pleasure by her own natural map.
Behold that captured frame of bliss,
dreams that come with awaken kiss.
Filling from time to time a human stage,
when a person reaches beyond all age.
Delight and liberty worthy to be blessed,
touching sources above all the best.
J-oyful
O-pus
D-eploys
E-xpression
L-etting
Y-our
N-ame
C-onvey
L-iterary
E-ssence
O-f
P-ragmatic
A-crostic
S-entence
Topic: Birthday of Jodelyn Cleopas (January 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-crostic
L-ine
L-ets
A-nother
N-ame
C-onvey
R-apture
U-sing
Z-est
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Allan C. Cruz (August 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Tuxedo night
Get the limo
Guess
Tell
Me Lady
I am in the car
Stepping out
We gonna dance the
Night away
Wretched Behavior beat Tuxedo Big Breed
At the rap and roll Jamba land
Strange reedmember got swank dacka
The disc ah dant, man Daggar, like
Sabatoging people's dreams. Folk think darts ah
Cool thang. Watch the mischeivous b. Scandelous
Griffa dude, he self serving behind the back
Tricker,vman ain't nobody getting married round here.
Fliss dough witta, she ain't got know man. bills
kneads paying den , day when hymn her man.
She fuss wiff hymn den, she have know man.
Day shytt ain't gonna jive in here.
That shytt ain't gonna jive in here.
Up in here wiff day bankday shytt.
Day shytt ain't gonna jive in here!
They wished me to ask her
To invite all the independent
Organization.
To form a parent company
That regonizes
An Undisputed Independent
Championship
That makes each members
Company number one contender
To the overall tecgnized trophy
IT REMINDS ME THAT WE ARE TOGETHER
AND IT IS BEST THAT WE STAY THAT WAY
IT GOES TO SHOW, OUR LOVE FOR EACH
OTHER, IT STANDS TO LET THE WHOLE
WORLD KNOW.
IT GROWS ENCUMBANT, TO SHINE ABOVE
THE REST
TO SPEAK IN WORDS TO ALLOW A WORLD
TO KNOW
IT'S REAL FOR THOUGHT
AND RIGHT IN TIME
IT SPEAKS TO THE COMPETION
BEYOND THE SHOW
THE RIGHFUL TOGETHERNESS
MAKE RYTHMN IN REASON
BEYOND, " THE DO OU LOVE ME STILL"
CREATED IN IT'S GREATNESS
CHAMPIONED IN WREST
THAT HIS CONTENTION
GOES TO SHOW
BEST BY DESIGN
THE HARDWORKING MAN
FACE TO FACE
THE PEOPLE STAND TO SEE
THEY APPLAUD FROM BELEIF
THE MAN'S GIFT FOR GAB
UNTIL THERE SUPRISED EYE'S
COME TO SEE
WHICH IS BEST
THE COMPANIED IN VERSE
BEYOND THE SCOPE OF THOUGHT
THE STAGE IS SET
THE BELTS HAVE BEEN BOUGHT
WREST CHAMPIONS WREST !
Words can't convey what I'm feeling,
color has shed all shades but blue.
Betrayal has left me reeling.
It seems my heart's not worth stealing,
and holds little value for you.
Words can't convey what I'm feeling.
I wait at the altar, kneeling,
with my broken heart ripped in two.
Betrayal has left me reeling.
My hurting heart's beyond healing,
deceived by all I thought was true.
Words can't convey what I'm feeling.
Blankly staring at the ceiling,
I do not know what I should do.
Betrayal has left me reeling.
My life's falling apart, dealing
with all the shame you put me through.
Words can't convey what I'm feeling,
Betrayal has left me reeling.
Failure to say that yes, His Beauty, shall thrust it's sickle
Into her earth soon there after convulsing their solar stars
Angel food cake latter day rains a new manna cannibals await
Carnelian this evil dead of ancient tombs these shuttered moons
Raging flames, inside hell's pain and carrion, they'll awake ? Artemis.
I've written poems to speak my mind.
I've written poems of many kind.
But when they're read and misconstrued.
It's like passing out and getting tattoo'd.
It's someone else's thoughts, not mine.
I'm not upset, truly, it's fine.
That's part of the enjoyment of reading rhyme.
It's subject to interpretation every time.
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