Caught between a glamorized past and an imploding present,
Future's hope hangs upon the scales of a timid fate.
A country splintering,
A modern-day civil war where words fly by like bullets.
Family and friends become nothing but mere collateral,
To radicalised ideals and misplaced allegiances.
While the rest of the world unites,
Watching as the sparks of hate ignite.
As flames of blind loyalty sweep through cities.
Idiocracy now rules the ashes,
The clock is ticking down.
Will you cower in the shadows,
Waiting for the winds of change to blow over,
Or will you fight, come hell or high water?
Pink princess poodle Paulette provided plush pats
Potential suiters sauntered around her magnificent mats
Greasy grimy gringos glamorized gnarly nodding gnats
Lounging, lithe, lovely Paulette provided pleasing pats.
Who's that swell-dressed, well-developed lady
Struttin' round the old North Pole?
Well, bless my soul!
That's Mrs. Santa.
You'd hardly recognize her.
Lookin' like a million-dollar baby,
Heatin' up the cold North Pole.
Back in control,
That's Mrs. Santa.
She's had a transformation.
She was always short and plump but pretty,
Matronly, a "six" at best.
But after just a month in New York City,
She came back slenderized,
And glamorized,
And tantalizing as Ms. Mae West.
Now they're doin' fine up there in their icy palace
Where she outshines the aurora borealis,
And Santa's one happy gent,
In debt, but more than content
That it was money well-spent
To reinvent Mrs. Santa.
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?
First there was the glamorized Birdman of Alcatraz
While in the White House lived Lady Bird and Lucy Bird
Sesame Street, of course, brought us all Big Bird
The world of sports has given us a birds-eye view of
Larry Bird, Mark 'the Bird' Fydrich, not to mention
Birdie Tebbetts… We're used to 'watching the birdie'
in golf too, and even -- alarmingly enough --
Did you just hear a cuckoo?
We all know that the early bird gets the worm
~ But really, who wants a worm?
Township girl
And human suffering
Glamorized
I admit I approximated akin adultery
Abusively allowing my abominable,abstinent eyes
To absorb abstract,alluring beauty around me
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
I admit I approximated akin adultery
Abusively allowing my abominable abstinent eyes
To absorb abstract,alluring beauty around me
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
Make-up we apply
Beautiful glass porcelain face
The glamorized doll.
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Thou speaketh of despair as an eagle confined
But do we see not these boundaries as emphasized blurred lines?
Not only are we the dream of the young and the hope of the elder
But are we not also the vision of our Africa progressed?
We shall arise once more
A nation of solidarity, prosperity, and overall blessedness
Yet we must first dethrone the kings
Dethrone the kings of stereotypical Black America
In whose message the kings have progressed
Dethrone the kings of a glamorized decay
In whose theme the false kings have blessed
Dethrone the kings who make a slave reborn
Dethrone the kings who rule with hidden scorn
The great revival must now come forth!
Take up your armor and draw now your swords!
The great revival must now come anew!
Oh, dark people, is a revolution not due?
I confess I convincingly committed contemptible crimes
Beguiling bewitching beauty beyond my bona fide bounty
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
I admit I approximated akin adultery
Abusively allowing my abominable,abstinent eyes
To absorb abstract,alluring beauty around me
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
V alentine's Day origin is
because
A ncient Romans
L upercalia Feast
E mperor Claudis II executed 2
men both name Valentine
N ormans celebrated Galatin's
Day- lover of women
T radition that the masses
adapted into their beliefs
I s now a big business
Nevertheless love should be
celebrated
Everyday not just on Feb 14th
Shakespeare wrote about
Valentines Day in a glamorized
way but didn't really
acknowledge the origin of this
day.
NOTE: To whomever reads this
poem I'm not against sharing
love but what I'm against is the
masses choosing to pick one
day to buy gifts for this
particular day for that special
someone. When there is 364
other days to celebrate their
love with that special someone.
MY QUESTION to you would
be..
So why do you chose to use
one day to give gifts to express
your love?
As more perverse lifestyles are glamorized on t.v.
I wonder what kind of country this is going to be?
You’ll often find on the news interviews of various kinds…
Entertaining more garbage to
“dump” into our minds!
The garbage and filth they’re often promoting….
They think this same kind of life, I should be “enjoying?”
There’s something very wrong with this picture!
I don’t need the news to give me a “moral lecture!”
This may sound old fashioned and absurd…
It’s time we all come back and obey God’s word!
It’s the word of God! Not the news,
we need for instruction!
Without God’s truth in us,
we’re headed for destruction!
God still loves you very much! And he hasn’t forgot…
You’re always on his mind, and his thoughts!
He’s what you need to focus your attention and depend on!
He is someone who’s faithful,
and you can count on!
Won’t you walk away, and leave the filth behind you?
And allow God’s love and mercy
to reach out and find you?
He will never disappoint you!
With a brand new way of living!
An abundant life with peace and joy….
Is what he’s giving!
By Jim Pemberton UNSUPPORTED CODE
Attention to all the feeble masses
The massive ones have gone,
The one’s who once ruled the prairie’s of Kansas
Wooly cumbersome saints they were ,
Yea those ones, yea they are gone, they have left.
Now we are left, all, to be unchallenged, un thwarted
From our goals of glamorized mediocrity
We are now the Conquers , but some how smaller.
Attention to all the second rate hacks, fist pumping
Jack’s,
Attention to the High-heeled princesses vomiting next
To an Escalade at three in the morning,
Wake up from your reality,
it is your time!
The great ones have gone!
There are no more of the mastodons
Weep,for the great hairy Behemoths have left us,
Left us,
To keep all this beauty.
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