gross indeference
this is the building of soot
upon the flower
the dominion of hate
rather than the delegations freedom
freedoms are a prescribed adonis
this you are not worth
inside the head the she demon attempts
attempting purchase of the adonis's eyesights
she withers into decrepit mourning of her lost love affairs
this is the repressed realms of greed and caverning the self
an ignoble noble
Life on earth is like an ocean or open sea
which its vast body is just hard to watch or view;
Others look at it as a major mystery,
not seeing the colors of nature’s hidden hue.
Many minds try to reach the extent of abyss;
what they find is nothing but deep dark without gleam.
Because the bright glow of light that their eyesights miss
never lets them get out of guiles and lies so dim.
But the one who has the torch held by his own hand
knows well when vile weather wallops the salt water;
trials or sufferings are there to understand
by the heart so strong and so brave; yes, no matter.
Assault of the storm surge wipes all those of the night;
but those with righteousness never give up the fight.
Brothers
My brothers and I use to climb trees so high
Race to see who'd be the first to touch the sky
We made castles of paper cardboard boxes and sticks
Played great magicians and shared our tricks
We built our treehouse-like there was no other
I played each day with my friends and brothers
I miss those times and my brothers too
These days with them are distant and few
They're married now and live their own lives
Entertaining grandkids and their loving wives
Our communication lacks, and we don't talk
Each brother feels it's the other's fault
One day we will regret the separation, I'm sure
Bad blood among brothers only time can cure
No one realizes the mistakes they make
And as you grow older, it may be too late
I lost my youngest brother to the BIG "C."
Many years later, it still bothers me
He was so young and still in his prime
Lots of life left at age thirty-nine
So as time goes by, some thoughts fade away
As my hair thins and turns to gray
My eyesights blurry, and my hearing is gone
My time is spent old and alone
The ending of my story will be like this
The good times with my brothers I surely miss.
By, Lpickard
Ancient tales slashed our vineyard,
We were the bloodshed of love...
Cupid fleshed our hearts.
Austere eyesights.
Fierce catch upon your mark,
Am your prey in the love arena...
I escort this frugal lover.
His achillean personality enchants every man,
I am the residue of my manhood...
Close the cishet doors,
Let the cue tip-off,
You will be my man besides the world.
Two kings for a kingdom.
Winter
Winter glows, it's drifts, it's plains, soft and white.
It's cold belies a threat to all, fear it!
It's there come night or day death don't forget!
Wrap up warm, keeps death at bay, heed, now play!
Spring
If it sticks to form, new life created.
Greedy winter lingers Jack Frost fickle.
Climate change is causing all life to stress!
But she, Mother Nature forced, her plight doomed!
Summer
The best for a very long time, warning,
Presents problematic drought, hosepipe bans!
Use it wisely, enjoy, have loads of fun.
Summer, time for laughter, seaside picnics.
Autumn
The end results of spring, summer, their plight!
For most flora, respite and autumn hues,
Orange, yellow and red and gold, enjoy!
Eyesights, banquets, behold the joy of death!
Climate Change
The cause, planet earth has tilted, a fact!
Nothing to do with pollution but heed
Don't be complacent pollution must stop!
It does affect and help climate warming!
I am in need of some cash could you give me a fiver
Oh how I look disdained at his smelly attire
Oh please mam I have two kids at home
Then why on the dirty streets you roam
I cannot find employment please help me mam
I see you wont work I dont give a damn
Please give me a chance to prove I am true
Please get out of my eyesights view!
No mam please help me I need some cash
Stop bugging me like an allergic rash
Dont turn your back on me please I beg
Your rejection is my end I attest
Oh dont test me you filthy insect
I turn away in sheer disgust
But turn in time to hear brakes slam
He walked onto the road for a hepling hand
I look down at his limp form in horror
Its too late to regret he is gone forever . . .
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