They, the flock of cockatoo
Living together, form a society
And crackling all time
Discussing things might
I cognize anything of that
What I do understand for sure
They, the highness, are proud
Of living in the trees, a tribe life
Or flying in the sky, cloud alike
They care me not for sure
Especially as to my thoughts
They,snobby,come to me
Not for what I said
But for whatever they can get
.
i recall thuh bubblez
from mine think's spew
yesss
in her womb
i hear’d momma say
“It’s kicking”
‘twere thuh burst
uv
bubblez though
from mine first
haiku
*where are my mannerz;
ty freya mill for this inspire ')
who'd uh thunk it, from such
thuh terse query
A partly cloudy day befalls the stage;
Actors from left to night remain a page.
The oblivious of technical school in Japan exist
In speaking California
Somehow people live with them
I am alive again
Perhaps to award self noble ink ignorance truth awards for forgotten reason folds?
Curmudgeon dialectitions are a single limit in integral derivatives vote agreement speak of French crime fraud
Fraud constraint in physical universe CMM Kevin grabs and places on earth as variable of energy in relation to sun spectacle gotama illiterate ancient vision possum.
Variable = zero
Aggregated data illegal to allow no cleared thought
Capitalism variance pond scum scrutiny re potting nirvana chart
Not present
Conclusion and resolved as impasse in the passed tense regarding agriculture builds have centered, stilled and stalemated upon inherent independence. When a single dejection occurs the independent publisher of our next theory which decides itself the better ended.
IN PRAYERFUL REDEMPTION
Oh, Precious God,
Let Today’s Evil Be
As Snowballs
Sent To Hell:-
And may
Power Mongering
Be The Bed
Of Its Larva:-
Likewise, God,
Let Us Reflect
Peace And Love:
Serving You,
In Service To,
All Who Need
Labors Of Love:-
EBONY REVELATIONS
We are not
Their Hams,
We are Lambs
Of the Lord:
Our Liberator:-
Their race-based
Biblical thoughts,
Are as winter snowballs,
Falling into the fires of hell:-
SILLY BUT TRUE: A TANKAING FREE
FLOW OF THE STATE OF OUR NATION
Tariffing power,
With screwworm-like politics
Coopering our lives
Uprooting our lives:
Uprooting human justice,
Tree barking dread injustice:-
Military law,
Takes on nationwide control;
Policing all life:
Modern day monarchy times;
POTUS becoming king:-
Peace soon lay to rest;
The DOD, soon to be
The new DOW:
Download Other Wars coming,
As well as the new Red House:-
Yes, autocracy,
Displacing democracy,
Freely echoing
Power to do whatever
It wants to do, and will do!
Silly as it sounds,
All of this is as true as
The sun and the moon:
A true living reflection
Of the state of our nation:-
.
eve singz tuh me
in front uv thuh crowdz
ya know
well
our neighbors huddle 'round
thuh bathroom window
when eve showerz
,)
Something caught between the eyes of fellowship and the riddle of thought makes any setting unforeseeable. Yet, within the mannerisms of those declawed by the very societies they themselves conceived armed only with a utility belt of miraculous misconceptions springs forth exponential, autonomous growth, promised by the ancestors of preconceived notions.
Most often, the spirits of ideas formed upon the fragile spine of inadequate frequencies press us all into a reliable destination, one mastered only through performances of unseen archetypes, driving this windowless vehicle we insist on calling time.
My augmented delusions, I admit, disassociate from the fermentation of your reasoning, and so taint our deductive search for the emotions we struggle to preserve. The tropes of an enigma’s fragrance intoxicate the cerebral moments of free thought, undermining even the simplest reproductive solutions for advancing communication.
And so, as I tear this parchment, I summon an opportunity. Yet what a cumbersome opportunity it is.
Who doesn’t want to see
a little more love? See,
clear! Who doesn’t want
to hear a little more love?
Hear, hear! Who doesn’t
want to receive a little more
love? I can’t imagine...who,
who, outside of Socialist
Democrats~ boo, boo!
.
there i were sir
mind'n mine
uv course hern
well look at her
When poetry cannot convey
everything I want to say
I’ll swap her for another genre
~ one that features triple entendres
A SUMMER JUXTAPOSITION)
Wow…90 degrees!
Suddenly, white clouds...dark blue:
Then, steaming rain falls
To arms! Many arms were waving, wildly flailing in the air
Incensed as if there'd been bowling pins missed for a spare
Screaming and ranting about things that didn't seem fair
Oh puhlease! As if it matters or as if anyone gives a care
If the truth were to be told, then everyone should confess
and state unequivocally that they couldn't give a fig less
Nothing written or done should be the cause of distress
when so many things in La La Land are already such a mess
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much,"
words of Oscar Wilde, is he suggesting using a gentle touch?
No, just an offering to those who require the use of a crutch
the feathered friends who flock together, flying in their clutch
The high tides of bitterness continue to crash upon the shore
With a forgiving nature and long ago, I stopped keeping score
That should've stifled the animosity, but there's always more
Their wrongs aren't worth a fight to make them right...candor
Poets poised pens pulsating poetry.
Writing wonderful words with wisdom.
Making muses manipulate marvelous minds.
Setting suitable selected scribing schemes.
Regulating reasonably reliable required rhyme.
Also adding acceptable allocated alliterations.
Notable nonsense not necessarily needed.
However haphazard humorous hyperbole happens.
Specific Types of Hyperbole Poems
Definition | What is Hyperbole in Poetry?
Poems Related to Hyperbole
hype, metaphor, overstatement, embellishment, coloring, distortion, enlargement, magnification, amplification, big talk, tall talk, pr, embroidering, laying it on thick, mountain out of molehill,