Jeff eyes a life of High Grade.
He shall into wall paints wade:
Blocks for coats that won’t fade;
Jeff shall self stretch for High Grade,
Others, too, for the eyed grade:
Build a house bandits can’t raid,
Rooms like heaven on earth laid,
Cool canopy for a shade…
A vain Jeff for High Grade
Vows to each year sack a maid,
New week a new order made;
Wages much delayed, then paid…
For the necks he’ll slit’ with blade,
Cursed is Jeff’s quest for High Grade.
You haven’t Miss Ann paid
That which workers aid
And for which contracts are made.
Miss Ann, still unpaid,
Is, till date, Your Best Maid,
Her stewardship of High Grade
Errands running, unafraid.
Your fame might just fade
With Ann left unpaid
And for the nothing you’ve said
Into a scandal wade;
Bleeding with a blade
A Lady for wages prayed
And a trust laid.
So, torture thou not Ann:
To everybody, a fan;
A most seasoned cook
You never her dishes forsook.
She’s a lyrical dame with a sexy refrain
Creeping cat-like out of the dark,
Crossing the high bridge, the wind at her back,
On the hunt like a hammerhead shark.
She caters fetishes, routine and ritual,
Plus a few that are rather unique.
She’ll treat your fever with high-grade medicinals
On the banks of the fabled French Creek.
She performs all the obvious favors
That involve the way a vixen behaves.
And when you crave a particular flavor
She consents like a rented-out slave.
She’s a practical dame with a sorry refrain
Slinking sideways into your bed.
Making hard things simple as summer rain
While clearing the space in your head.
And should you consider the hand she’d been dealt
When her pimp turned her out on the strip,
Consenting transactions are all well and good,
But you might also leave her a tip.
Blue haze walk in a park
High grade habitual words
Blueberry mental acupuncture
Lost in orbit little brother
Hush, wish you were mine pixels
Serene cashmere solitudes-so they say
Alleycat summer slumber Jazz
Music never ending, true friends.
Happy birthday, Sister Misel,
A good mental challenge is made;
A riddle offers a puzzle,
Right answer deserves a high grade.
Topic: Birthday of Misel R. Adapon (March 24)
Like a black snake hidden in pitch dark,
Unseen from the deep a big white shark,
In broad day light, yet invisible in China,
Strikes a virus called the deadly Corona.
A cough, a sneeze then high grade fever,
Short of breath, wheeze, in bed for ever,
If you are lucky you may soon be right,
But unlucky succumb to its deadly might.
Let’s pray for the victims of this malady,
Let’s hope medical science finds a remedy,
That will save humanity from another threat,
A new plague to conquer our main target.
My Sou
Console me
Teach me the secret to happiness
In the midst of all this gloom
And if my light quickly flickers out and dies
Having no more the spark of joyful youth and peace
Teach me how to laugh
At the mystery of being human
In this world of gnashing teeth and shattered dreams
My conscience
Please guide me
Let me know when to react with pain
To these bruises that are inflicted unto my soul
Let me know the times of harvest
And those sure times of hunger
Let me know the difference between friend and foe
Let my discernment draw intelligently from
The many fountains of life.
My spirit
Lead me to glory,
Through these walls of prejudice
Easily pass me like a high grade blunt
Write your testament inside my palms
So that when I lift my arms
Your light could shine brighter
And my witness could embrace the heavens
In splendid grace and sweet melancholy
Found in melody so eternal
It lives through poetry
Until the ends of time.
Do you know about the magic stores that are
Hidden in an alley which sells magical objects?
You will find sales representatives who aren't
Amateurs
They're intelligent on every subject
Each item bought and sold has to be perfect
For your expenditure.
Do you know about the magic stores that are
Hidden in an alley which sells magical objects?
I think your a skeptic. They inspect
Historic high grade treasures.
They're intelligent on every subject
That they sale like books, brooms, cauldrons,
Clothing, crystal balls, flying carpets, jewelry,
Stones, wands, and weapons each item has
Its own countries dialect
As well as its own allure.
Do you know about the magic stores that are
Hidden in an alley which sells magical objects.
They say it's a great place to pick and select
At your leisure.
They're intelligent on every subject.
The stores are open six days a week to the
Magical public
For your pleasure.
Do you know about the magic stores that are
Hidden in an alley which sells magical objects.
They're intelligent on every subject.
A-s you have high grade faith,
M-oving mountain is easy;
B-raving the weather is fine,
E-arly thirty-first of January.
T-he high grade hope is needed to face the bleak tomorrow;
H-azy horizon turns clear, canceling the signs of sorrow.
B-enevolence of your heart
I-s making the forlorn fight fade;
L-ife is in harmony and peace,
O-nce your love is in high
G-rade.
S-tay steadfast in faith,
H-ope and love as well;
I-nstead of losing ground,
E-arnestly obey God's will.
L-et not your faith fade, follow the Lord's command;
A-llow your soul to be saved by the Father's helping hand.
K-eep your trust alive,
W-ith conviction in high grade;
O-n the nineteenth of January,
N-ever let your faith fade.
M-ade in the shade,
E-ach time there's thing to do;
R-egardless of the situation,
C-omfort comes to
Y-ou.
N-ever fear the storm
O-f life that you encounter;
T-ry your best to brave
A-ny kind of wind or weather.
R-each the high grade of faith,
T-ill woes and worries fade;
E-arly twenty-fifth of July, you have it made in the shade.
Let loose and laugh,
As life is getting so hard;
Ease the stress and pressure,
Getting off the house of cards.
Wearing a relaxed joyful smile
Carries a high-grade wealth;
Furrows fade away from face,
Heart shall beat in health.
Wellness is indeed a treasure,
That no one can deny;
When a heart aches in sickness,
Price to pay is too high.
Turn tears into laughter,
So your mind takes it easy;
Worries and woes will wane,
Fleeing from your memory.
Laugh your heart out
To prolong your lifetime;
Old but happy man is lucky,
Smiling so sublime.
Listen to jokes in delight,
Whole wretchedness is cut in half;
Give yourself a little break,
Let loose and laugh.
In and out, the body seem to fade
one more push on the mind is a crime
to good and long life, it is a huge blade
as for the need to rest, oh dear, no time
too much fire won’t make gold from jade
no item can save the wave, not a dime
can pile to take it up a high grade
then make life less, just when in its prime
a live wire on life to prohibit
to run in free flow, it will inhibit
not wise to let this heat exhibit
end to end to make good use of the day
when it is time, let the body lay
so that a mind at rest can have a say
Yay! I made it at last;
though it did'nt come as
fast;
though it seemed hope
had past;
yet I made it at last;
A Worthwhile journey i
won't trade;
though mistakes were
made;
though prices were paid;
Still I made it in high grade;
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Hot sun.
Holiday just begun.
Lotion smell.
Ocean swell.
Sand beneath feet.
Change on beach, discreet.
Sun set, hot skin.
Light dims.
Get the drinks in!
Tipsy heat.
"Who's he? Introduce me"
"This is my mate Dave. He likes to party, you know rave"
Eyes meet, voices greet.
Connection made.
On the beach. High grade.
Club time.
"Who's in?"
Little round friends.
Oy oy! Hands in the air!
Don't want this to end.
Wide eyes. Wet lips.
Sun's up. Music stop.
Ears buzz with silence.
Jaw lock.
Hotel room.
Anticipation.
Body tingling.
Passion takes over.
Saliva mingling.
Juices flowing.
Euphoria with a sense of knowing.
"I love you"
"I love you too & it's mad because I just met you"
Amazing night.
Big rush.
Skin hot & flushed.
Sweet taste.
Sex soft, yet fast paced.
Everything is just right.
Times stands still.
Just for that night.
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