Description, O my diatribe?
Stand before the court!
O comedians, with thy jibe!
Paragraphs to sort!
Where is hope on gallows hill?
Couldn't be real sure.
Yellow priestess, queen until?
Revelation tour.
Humble as a humbug?
Pride raises high the pain.
Dancers, rhythm! Cut a rug!
Doom is to disdain!
Death, thy destiny. Live free.
Placards of the plea.
O ye angels, come for tea!
Demons, how about ye?
Tyrant of deep waters?
Alliance Black Abyss.
Daughters, commit slaughters!
No one we will miss!
Rivers, needing rivets?
O lampreys, rub thy ribs.
Deadly are such divots!
Just nibble on the nibs!
Unify the endless hordes?
Bid them sharpen swords!
Watercress, thy water boards!
Mother Sin, thy gourds...
With soft brown eyes and long straight hair,
Independent and smart, the world she dares,
Thoughtful, considerate and full of care,
That is Roopa- a gem so rare!
With a touch of class, she is so creative,
An interior designer- oh! so innovative,
Her gardening skills - superlative,
As a person and friend she is cooperative.
Very caring, she is full of concern,
Intelligent and clever, she is quick to learn,
To be a great host, she constantly yearns,
So hospitable, she makes heads turn
Persistence and determination
set her apart,
Defeating failure she makes a fresh start ,
Quickly she proves to be a sweetheart,
With her nature she conquers hearts!
Roopa is a class apart!
spirally coiled shell
crawling across the sidewalk
two tiny feelers
Sun dog, sign.
Belladonna, breaker point, fine wine.
Deign? Design.
Grimace, Guelf, and Ghibelline.
Young? Yes.
Grind gears, golden guess.
Torment?
Foment... Wilt, flower.
Master of Fate!
Fortune, ply pace. Lower the rate.
Petrichor.
Soar, heart within. Love, adore.
Forge? Pore?
Abyss, chasm, gorge.
Ravine.
Stranger, thy mean scene.
Meter? Reader.
Bottle, classic cola, fast cars.
Greeter? Leader.
Out on Mars they counted stars ..
Codex.
Manual, inform.
Quahog.
Quagmire escape, ape.
Tympani, roll.
Backward black, somewhere in time.
Dole? O'er soul?
Cumbersome cucumber, coal.
Storm, reel.
Elysians, feel. Heal.
Night? Sight...
Hurry to do, seal.
Job Description Board of the Middle East
The Sniper - not Palestinian
The Bomber - not Palestinian
The Thief - not Palestinian
The Terrorist - not Palestinian
The Child Killer - not Palestinian
The Burner of Tents - not Palestinian
The Group that blows up Hospitals - not Palestinian
The Rapist - not Palestinian
The Blocker of Humanitarian Aid - not Palestinian
The Exploding Pager Man - not Palestinian
Plant Bombs in Toys Job - not Palestinian
Booby Trap food on the starving - not Palestinian
Deprive Water to the Starving Job - not Palestinian
Genocide Promoter - not Palestinian
Financier of Genocide - not Palestinian
Propagandist for defending burning Babies - not Palestinian
Killer of Journalists - not Palestinian
Using Ambulances to murder civilians - not Palestinian
However all these positions are open
apply in Israel
they need more persons with zero morals
death is their only currency
Job description
If you like to be an executioner
can be failed as doctors
or nurses who needs the thrilling
feeling masterful
Given the last, fatal injection
give a sense of power
so strong it can lead to premature
ejaculation
What can be better legally kill
the condemned and feel
proud of a job, both well paid
emotionally rewarding
Different luminosities don't characterize her. She's
A force to be reckoned with, Let's count the ways:
Brainy, Brilliant
Loveable, Lover
Adept, Artful
Classy, Competent
Keen, Knowledgeable
Whimsical, Witty
Observant, Out of the World
Magical, Mystic
Artistic, Always
Noble, Nurturable
. . . Elementary
Little Wrinkled Nose -- The
Way We Like It . . .
I see the wake
of what I look at
objects casting ripples
through the sea
of visual fields
like a boat or Nessy
cutting water
in zig zags
its trail allowing
secrets, coloured
kaleidoscope waves
rips and tears
peep holes no less
an honoured glimpse
into the mechanics
of reality, I hope
nobody up there
gets into trouble
for showing me
things they shouldn’t
how things are working
behind the scenes
the human failure
presents itself easily...
blind rage, insolent vanity
absent love.
Theres qanon and lgbtq blm its quite a stew
I note the second i mention above have added
A plus sign that makes me buzz ! for it really
Speaks to me as i am hestro + i may get
recognised
With lots of fuss' take heart out there all who
Are like me we are still relevant according to
Such descriptivity '
How heart wrenching it is!
That you wanted to be missed
Aching for your voice
Or just your presence.
It hurts,
It's lonely,
You have everyone that loves you
But you're still alone.
I'm weeping around these people
But none to care.
They never asked; they never will.
I think this is what melancholy feels like.
I can this say about God’s Nose:
Like ours to The Eyes duly close,
Lodging where Christ for his own chose:
Jesus Christ’s Nose Bridge Splendid Rose!
Not like ‘My Broad’s’ friends saw and froze
And for their photos no more pose…
Also, know I about God’s Nose
The Evil in cigar’s smell knows
The brands we smoke with higher dose
Never twitches, shakes, snort nor blows
Like some men’s would in Big Throes…
Nose not with air-sucking pair
Rather being honored by Pure Air
The Chambers, Every Single Hair
If you were there, judge it ‘Fair’…
Gee! I have described Lord God’s Nose
With it laughs as Sacrifice flows:
Love for Abel’s Sacrifice shows!
I’d not thought of it before
But could swear “Two” not “Four”
Or aren’t we His planned image,
Later with Sinners’ Damage?
Please tell others: “Dazzling Bright!”
Shone that way Met Moses’ sight!
A Pair for The Furthest Probe,
No help from Man’s Screening Robe;
All corners see of The Globe,
Your Stolen Wealth’s Built Adobe…
A Breast for Cancerous Lobe,
Waiting–in–Blood–Stream Microbe,
Necks that shall wear a rope,
Ears that could never a lope;
Men who shall soon cease to cope,
Though not blind but begun to grope
For long courting. Killer Dope…
Lips with ‘Yep’ that ring as ‘Nope’…
See! I have described God’s Eyes:
They are both Eyes and The Wise!”
I have written about my dream,
How I was watching a film,
Playing games and make a team,
You will get in my poem.
Life when I was a child,
Time when I was in glad,
Even when I was in sad,
In my writing you will read.
My planning at the table,
Things which I am very capable,
I have arrange them in Google,
Just search them with their tittle.
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