They researched things to help the struggling folk here.
Now was the opportunity to capture the attention of those who refused to believe in opportunity.
Colation terms and words were borrowed from rivaling industries.
There new definition could outline the need for monatery growth through investments. One joked about investing in a alternatorbfor his car, but that joke outlined everything we hated about poverty.
Adjusting and reading for a fall wasn't submissive it only narrated the outcome without educating against the differences and same ess of these words.
Most were frustrated when the folk refused to understand the offering.
A small investment to create accounts for fast growth, using many people to offset the long. Wait.Months not years said. The presenter.
I don't need to lay hands on the sick to ease suffering. We only need to educate might the minds see and believe in the opportunity.
I play poker with my self-esteem,
sometimes I am holding a full house
other times I’m holding weaker cream.
Maybe I appear to have prow-ess,
it’s as simple as rolling those dice.
Blow luck softly and give ‘em a douse.
A poor hand and you will pay the price,
profits are less than what you deserve.
Learn just when to fold, play cold as ice.
I continue to bluff and keep my nerve,
landing calculated filled with verve.
To strengthen the people within
The colds of winter
The melting of spring
We as folk in happiness oh the joy it brings
An area beneath the surface
An area above the artic domes
A peace strengthened by the artic tones
America your ambition
Pur so so ere ed distincted why
A unison of ageless together ess
Asked the writer why
Oh ye in tranquil beauty
A sovereigned distincted why
The peace of peoples existence
answers the the humbled cry
Unison in our endeavors
To charm the world into peace
Us unified together
From south, West, north and east
I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable
I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!
The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!
I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable
I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!
The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!
Some sites selling sweet Sydney Sweeney shots solicit salacious sighs.
[Jenna recently described Santa’s job spec. I said I fancied
the job… and then Tom killed him. Well I couldn’t take that lying down!]
[[by the way… say ‘chance’ like you’re American, unless you are American,
In which case, say it like you’re you]]
*
So Santa is dead or so it is said
Tom C left Soup Creek to ‘put him to bed’
It’s a cold hard truth
That up on the roof
‘You’re taking a dive,’ he angrily said
Mr Red’s vacated his position
I will step up with one precondition
I want gin not brandy
And if I get randy
An elf-ess with no inhibition
What is Cunningham's hidden agenda
Did he hope he would be a contender
He ain’t got a chance
My ass fits the pants
Mr C is a bare faced pretender
But this is a time of goodwill
And warm hearts in spite of the chill
This note that I’ve found
Says free drinks all round
And Tom C is paying the bill
It's miraculous how a tiny seed can grow into a tree
And it's nothing Less how your sweet voice can steal my heart from me
From lowest lows to highest highs you span the sonic plane
With melOdies and harmonies that soothe like summer rain
I never in a million years thought I could feel this way
But a million years must haVe come and gone, not forever and a day
And if you were to ask of me what this is all about
I'd say, look within the words my dEar and then you will find out
A literati once told me
the difference between a peasant
and a pheasant is only 'H'
I replied, the difference between
symbols and cymbals is known only
by 'a' literati 'ess,' you 'c'
~ as I crashed those cymbals in front of he
Audio hallucinations, voices not angelic, they're atrocious and scathing.
No one else hears whispering every now and then: Did you hear that?
Going mad a big fear; her visceral crazy dreams are becoming unclear.
Entertains, never complains of painful futile pursuit. Panic stricken, blames other.
Less what’s prescribed—dizzy, a soundproof booth she describes and it, a bother.
Outerspace, underground, heavens above, always hate! Where is love?
Reality vanishes, she comes undone—swears she hears something, someone.
Denials rest her mind; amassing piles of illusions and lies combined.
Experiments; government, bad karma! Conscience, angel or demon? Too much.
Mental illness? She is functioning and keeps it together. She’s in touch.
O God, a curse, be strong, in this damned world others suffering's much worse.
Nevertheless tries her best, she sleeps with one eye open, frightened.
—a healthy mind, a soul quest.
MORE ANGEL THAN MAN
While you slept
I checked for wings
Because you were more beautiful
Than a mortal man
Others looked at me
And saw my assets
You looked at me
And saw my ess-ence
Your presence
Vanquished my demons
Your loving me
flooded me
And you let me crawl into you
when I was scared
When it got dark
I saw your light
It was you who
taught me to fly
And how to land
Your taught me to live and begin
when i wanted to end
And you were more angel than man
And then.....
You tattered your wings
And lost your ring
You ate the fruit
Swallowed the pit
And then heaven and earth
they mingled
Because suddenly
you were
more man - than Angel
Acquiesce
(ak-wee- ESS”
By: Miracle Man
12-5-2019
I’ve never been accused of having finesse,
I get to the point without using much tact.
Most times without showing acquiesce,
I cover the bases, without being abstract.
But now, I’m endeavoring to gingerly tread,
Yet sometimes I still become exasperated.
So to others my words won’t be misread,
My conversation abruptly becomes truncated.
My Birthday Poem
What to look for?
Where do errors lie?
Are they in the eye of the beholder
or do they lie?
I believe I’m a poet,
a prophet of paraphrase,
a swindler of alliteration,
the rhyme above all reason.
I think I know!
Am I who I think I am?
A big fat ham.
My eyes wander -
cross-eyed thinkers,
blinking s.o.s.
How Do I Overcome Success
I
Mean
Mistakes
As big as a lobster-steak!
Have a stake in me.
Teach me your tricks.
Throw the stick —
I’ll chase it,
Bring it back and wag my tail,
With openness to learn.
Burn my bridges
— not!
Great Scott,
reel me in with a fishing rod —
take the hook from my mouth.
Throw me back in.
O Genie,
make me like Aladdin —
rich in words, like a Princ(ess).
Reveal that I am a fake,
so I humbly shake
the magic from my frame,
and become who I really am.
8/28/2019
Overcoming Mistakes Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
They are coming
They never do
It is a first in a long time
I will not focus on the fact
That it is their turn
The road runs two ways
And they have not been here for five years
Releasing all disappointment and anger
into the wind, I relax and think how much fun
we will have. It will be joyous! A great time!
They are coming!
They are really coming!
I will be the hostess with the most-ess.
Wait.
Does this mean
I will have to clean?
I’m so much in love with a lass from above
It leaves such a knot in my gut
For it’s hard to kiss one’s favourite miss
When her tongue dangles out of her butt
Her eyes grow on stalks, which sway when she walks
And I really like licking her skin
I get naughty thoughts when I’m sucking her warts
For her sweat is effectively gin
Her big bulbous nose and her seventeen toes
All sprout from her one massive foot
And her head is quite bare save for one curly hair
While her teeth are the colour of soot
I know that her face is all over the place
With a most private place for an ear
But I can’t resist those moments of bliss
When she whispers my name from her rear
It might seem absurd but haven’t you heard
That there are no men up on Mars
So they come to Earth when they want to give birth
And chat up the men in our bars
But she can’t conceive with our human creed
So Martian girls self propagate
They just use us lot to get themselves hot
For there is no compatible mate
But now I’ve been shown her erogenous zone
You won’t find me getting all glum
There’s one naughty place on the side of her face
You should see what she has for a thumb.
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