Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
And making out with a long neck lone star
August end
Welcoming Autumn cool breeze
Distributing new academic spiritual syllabus
Sun illuminates' life’s pondering campus
Deceased leaves spotlight beauty
Depart the world
Will return again
Alive and well
A Mother nature rebirth
Steeped in tradition
Tonight an escort holds a lantern
Ready to guide me
Through the early fall dark
Star less night
Wanting another day
“Do not be afraid
Future arrives soon
And you will have your historical spirit”
This I remember
Getting ready to haunt
Those who need answers
More than gold
Introducing closure
Honest strong treasure
Discovered through
Exploring resting peace
This I am told
After ghost orientation 101
My old soul is what I feature
Never asked a reason why
Never tried to doubt the nature
Only feel the urge to fly
I’m a metaphor you might
Recognize in times you follow
The trajectories of mind
In the dimness of tomorrow
When I’m tired of the flying
See me resting in the shade
Too much rest may equal dying
But I’m not at all afraid
I was born to find my light
Be it deep, or be it shallow
Flecks of sun, or moon at night
Lantern glimmer in the halo
I know that I must beware
Of the flame, but it’s a joke
I instinctively take care
From the turning into smoke
Only freedom is the cause
Of my little fragile life
Flying over, I take course
To whatever source of light..
A polar bear unexpectedly washed up
on a beach of sun-soaked sand, blinking at palm trees
like they were part of some cosmic prank.
He tried to build a snow fort out of coconuts and optimism,
but everything kept melting~
except his dignity.
Soon he learned to waddle in flip-flops,
sip pineapple juice through a straw, and fan himself with a leaf
the size of his entire head.
He decided, with a shrug, that life is mostly about adapting~
even if you’re a creature of snow
learning to love the warm, ridiculous world.
I have an impression about
The exuberant frill of it all
Sorry it leaves no doubt
My world seems to get old
Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether
Set their sights on a safety course
The Sheriff of Tariff goes further
Busy stopping and making wars
The development people erect
Ugly buildings destroying the old
But what can we do about that?
Mammon is an active god
So what would be a place for us
If only you were here?
But you went away from our path
Without meaning to disappear..
The grandfather clock
struck nine as the silver
platters were finally
uncovered.
Instead of the roasted duck,
a severed hand rested on the
bed of rosemary.
Before anyone could
scream, the mansion's
heavy oak doors automatically
locked.
The lights flickered out,
plunging the grand dining
room into pitch blackness.
A wet, heavy thud echoed
as the host collapsed onto
the mahogany table.
When the candles were relit,
a towering figure stood
holding a carving knife.
A porcelain mask reflected
the frantic, tearful faces of
the remaining guests.
One by one, the crimson
wine on the tablecloth was
replaced by a darker red.
Breath was held beneath the
long drapes as heavy boots
approached slowly.
The figure stepped over the
furniture, whispering that
dessert was about to be served.
.
no more
let'n friendz
your
wear your teddyz though
(((pong)))
"okay"
dark Lord, lend me your horns and tail
the monster you need is with me in jail
my brother mike, a werewolf mean
he is the perfect villain on Halloween
His howl is treacherous, it ruins your suppers
His teeth are revolting, especially the uppers
Nightmares will be given throughout the night
to anyone who has seen his transformed sight
who else has the haunches to run children down?
To scare them so hard, the earth turns brown?
What other animal's howl causes your blood to stop?
you can pause right here, the werewolf is your only op.
when he wolfs out, there is blood in his teeth
he captures humans and tears into flesh above and beneath
the screaming goes on for a long time until his prey is dead
he will keep you tossing all night, scared to death inside your bed.
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XX is Female
XY is male
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Health and Fertility
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Muscovy and American Buff hydryds
where talked about.
Sceince would use two turkeys
2 muscovy duck
and two american Buff
to create a new taste.
Lacking the fishyness of goose
the gameyness of wild turkeys, geese and ducks
they looked to solve the evolutionary problem of
making a bird
that is cheap afordable
and willing to reproduce quickly and cheaply
for a public that is willing to buy.
"These species are genetically and taxonomically completely incompatible. Because they belong to different taxonomic groups (turkeys belong to the Galliformes order, while Muscovy ducks belong to Anseriformes), they cannot produce viable offspring"
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Do not donate to this Cause!!!!
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"if we start tonight
out daughter or son
could be born on the night of the Superbowl!"
Valentines Day!
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Pro. and Mrs. Steymmey and Dillgeldob Whoretense P.H.D.
Catercorner cuts the unleashed verbal assault in Strasbourg, France.
Perpetrator’s German Shepherd ready to rumble on the square.
Passersby, with prickles in present tense, quickly crosses past.
Sometimes we get knocked around from the outside
Perhaps more often, we are defeated from the inside
It's not always like being attacked by a wild beast
Who doesn't release until he's finished the feast
So often, its true meaning has been redefined;
And being convicted by it is in decline
More often, it's like snail-paced drips from a water faucet
More often, it's like being massaged by the very best
More often, it's a slow kill, satiated with thrills
More often, it's highly hidden in drinks and pills
More often, it shouts with alluring sex appeals
More often, its lies are not so easily revealed
It's soothing and breath-takingly satisfying until
Our lives are slowly drained and filled with pain
It disguises its source
until it runs its course,
And every measure of peace
Disappears and ceases.
My darling the weather’s in change
The seasonal whirlwind came close
Last night when we talked it went strange
Time stopped and we suddenly froze
It was more than a technical glitch
The wheel of time rolled on our faces
It rolled, and we didn’t reswitch
But helplessly watched from our places
My darling I strive to continue
Without a course, back and forth
I gave it all to be within you
You smile from the image of yours..
Puffed with warmth for my birthday dinner treat
0n the plate of a pure veg restaurant
Tempting entree ignites the classy taste,
A delight, each bite, spread with tamarind chutney,
Together with kindred sharing stories
Of flavour, care and chefs` talents.
Savoury paneer masala
And dal makhani* served with mutter pulao
Make the main course, added with garlic nan,
Oozing with taste, a real relish,
Side-lined with pickled onions and rice kheer as desert,
A feast for the senses, a love we all share.
*Slow-cooked black lentils
Leaving port once again,
never knowing if or when
we'll return, so until we do,
I'll carry with me thoughts of you,
and, tho' sails are set, charted course laid out,
there's still time to come about,
now, as the skipper shouts, “Helm's a-lee!” to me,
then's when I know, here's where I should be,
at the wheel, the vessel in stays,
yet, I can but do, the best I can,
as a running sea has many ways,
of soundly grounding, both ship and man.
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