Be patient, please. I heard you call.
I'm in the kitchen getting lunch.
To please you, Dear, I will not stall.
I know it's been a while since brunch.
I've turned on Garfield for you, Hon.
I know you love it; I do too.
This afternoon we'll have such fun,
but first I have this feast for you.
You loved each morsel, I can see.
Let's have a nap; then we'll go play.
I'll watch you run and climb a tree.
We'll have a bright and lovely day.
To thank me, you meow and purr,
unlike the other friends I've had.
To all your wishes, I defer.
I say, is that a flea? Egad!
Appointed for unity, mercy’s endeavor
acceptance of Christ’s offer at Calvary’s door.
A people with purpose, and a promise, post-war
ask for His blessing - life forevermore.
Bless-ed peace, love and joy like a prayer's lever,
boast not of pride, nor of self, nor of servile chore;
but rather praise freedom to let God’s Spirit soar!
Believers convicted forevermore.
Confession to God, all wrongdoing to sever,
courage to forsake sin, forgiveness we explore.
Consequences acknowledged, humbled in ardor,
commissioned by God forevermore.
Doomsday for others whose decisions have never
dawned upon the grace of God to settle sin’s score.
Devil’s advocates – determined to serve his corps
defer to dues of death forevermore.
Canines would say that all cats do reign;
even though impossible to train.
While dogs defer;
a cat will purr
while looking on in quiet disdain.
Embedded and dormant,
they neither wake nor sleep
but defer and endure
until a sun-seeded air
percolates in countless
humming sepulchral lungs.
There is a foretelling,
an imminent rustle of shoveling wings -
the soil erupts,
whirlwinds swarm tree and leaf.
Now begins the cacophony,
the drumbeat of innate necessity.
Wing plates thrum
against chitinous abdomens,
a fretsaw orchestra hollows out
cavities for creation.
Grasping obsessions
become strangleholds of insemination,
then unto death do they pour.
We who sweep away or step upon
their stiffly crinkled corpses,
to our numbed ears comes a solace
as the raucous interlude abruptly ends,
nor do most keep account of the years,
until the next pronouncement
of yet another reincarnation blares forth.
She loves it unkind; ways much unlike her.
He wishes it rough; thoughts never of him.
He likes the ways she treated him defer,
She draws the view he should see via eyes whim-
Like the sun penetrates the skin deep down
Without a tear though harsh, yet never frown...
Such rough ways mirror -
Lewd quest words can't draw nearer;
But mind grows severe...
Echoes of his presence become her song...
Whispers of her voice stretches his heartbeats...
He is yet to take her where stirs belong,
She is ever ready to stage his treats.
Like petals spreads its bud for Sun's embrace
Without fear of drying up or be deface-
Such treats maps sea;
Love be drown like detainee,
When need found is key!
Writing provides a catharsis, said the poet
All those who are stressed-out know it
Asked, “Does it do the job better than sex?”…
Thumb and finger supporting his chin, the poet sighed,
“For the answer to that ~ I defer to my ex.”
O parachute, thy rider.
How to keep one aloft?
Spread thy edges to defer!
He who squatted coughed!
Unity, sing in unison.
Each louder than the last?
Vittle, side with venison?
Legs in traction plast!
Thus refuted, O my rock?
Lines around in chalk.
Broken is the bowl, O block.
Corn, thy tattered stalk.
So you've been feeling stifled?
Just flicker as you fall.
Soldiers, how you rifled!
O banshee, how you call!
Ghoulish was the repast grim?
Crater, nurse thy rim.
Light of harpsichord, draw dim.
How about her or him?
Rain on us, O lightning!
O thunder, now to roll!
Fain would it be frightening?
Soak in gin, my soul!
The cone or the caldera?
What kind of choice is this?
Ergo, O my era...
O death gods, blow a kiss...
lavender is jealous
purple screams in agony
because they have both spotted
the diabolical, deliberately, delightful dewberry
now how will they sell their own color?
who would buy plain janes
when they could purchase something with an exotic name
I shall be called purple-icious, purple decided.
you may defer to me as queen purple-icious.
Lavendar could not stop laughing.
but when she did stop she decided to call herself lilly-berry.
I am now lilly-berry, she told purple-icious.
Excuse me.
I mean
Queen Purple-icious
Dewberry never knew what she had started.
Air Force general office
General document call
Wing general
General wing at hand
Constitutional allowance of print exam
In history we are where in civilization
Urban Structure Inspection
Fail
Instruction to add
The generals attorneys must approach American diction to resign civil unrest.
Attorney General to Forward Admiral
Forward Admiral to General Reserve
General Assembly
Before
Reconvening
Treasury
Obstructing mailbox
Requisition order for reinstitution of mailbox
In the issue of "sermons and titles" in loss
Perhaps draft able language of this nature
Please requests to defer scheduled
Appointment and disjourn justice.
Appointment may not be controlled.
This is again violation of rights. Also
Furthering evidence of consistent
Disregard for equality in attitude and
Unanimity of action in attempt of
Coercion
Wills to turn around discussion, dialogue
To the tuned laws legal availability
Thus document owners are not deprived of "housing" control and ownership of speech and speeches of said document(s) currently committed in clerical error
Once again I defer today’s blessing to the Native Nations
I hope someday their wisdom will help us understand…
how we are not the total masters…
but only one part of the land
No one owns the water
No one owns the land
No one owns the ocean
No one owns the sand
These are give by our Mother
The Planet provides for free
Only by the hands
of the greedy
does the Earth
require a fee
I wish lie could see,
Justly of truth as so be,
But lie's wish does flee...
Far away truth eye's decree.
Tales, love tells are often so high
For eyes to catch up,
But which, mind's wish could swallow?
Why won't lie be blur,
Not as life moments defer?
But how light prefer
Beyond possible threat's stir...
Tales are often so high, love tells...
Eyes up to catch, for
Mind's wish could swallow, but which?
The tallest tale is true,
Mind couldn't swallow...
Makes truth learn of clue,
Heart rather does follow.
Imagine, what makes me smile,
Might make others laugh out loud...
If care can't pull the trigger to be calm.
The tallest tale is true,
Eye wouldn't believe what not seen;
Makes mind bigger than eye's clue,
And heart, the biggest than mind's being.
What makes me smile, imagine...
Makes others laugh out loud, might
Pull the trigger to be calm if care can't.
15 minute city going down slow...
10,000 vehicles, everyone going
Live in the bottleneck, nowhere to go.
New coffee houses replace the old
Old coffee houses now closed
New owners can't speak English,
Old coffee, new coffee double the cost
Old sandwich, new sandwich
Ten times the price of rice, well,
Isn't that nice!
No public restrooms, pay as you go
If you have to pee, ask for the key
What am I doing here? Who am I?
Where do I go from here? Why do I care?
We've spent the whole world
Trying to kowtow and defer
To tyrants and idiots
Bureau socratics,
These giant rat bastards
Who hijacked our future.
What makes me think
I'll be able to
Get out of this life alive? ~psp
dr.(pi)
.
Under eighteen
hot tears spilling
nowhere near serene
at the end of your rope
cannot cope
need fulfilling
please don't mope
there's always hope
here's the dope
find someone thrilling
you can soft-soap
who is willing
and won't say 'Nope'
to a clandestine marriage
on the slippery slope
of the blacksmith's anvil
hire the carriage
you prefer
defer the billing
and elope
When I think of food and drink,
it's no surprise
the question does arise,
with booze some choose to let it breathe
and defer their bottle of wine,
I prefer to savour the flavour
and give mouth to mouth to mine.
(Que Syrah, Syrah!)
Some say, “The glass is half full,”
with accent on the positive,
some see the glass half empty,
and focus on the negative.
Two sides to every story,
supposedly that implies,
as for me I see
something else entirely.
And as for size I will apprise,
but, before I do, I beg of you,
allow me one more swig,
“Sláinte, salud, prost, cin cin,”
the glass is too damn big!
A man was born to dignify
Deserving every piece of respect
For the fantabulous of intelligences
For the bright shine of mindsets
Of the pure and sharp eyesight
And of the facile and sturdy hands
Finely handles with delicacies
While the decency of the manners
Bestowed its glamourous graces
Of these evidence for the grades
Of its freedom and dominance
To be owned by a respectable man
No third parties could obstructing
Nor the contrived defer his shining
Of its presence as a master of men
With rights legitimated by nature
Rather, by artificially made with power
Into a headless minion of followers
Harvesting the man-made bumptious
Though, may success for glossing face
But deemed meaningless in a man's eyes
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