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Murphy For Trophy

At a time he should have been set
Murphy became rather upset.
Scott had this guessed at the outset
But not how to Murphy reset.
Scott could only pray that Murphy
Go home with the cherished trophy;
With loss his room might seem stuffy
And unusable seats fluffy...

But setbacks checked at their onset
Required one who was preset
And Ben Murphy–photo inset
Didn't look a pin the preset.

This Was Wrote For Something Else But I Liked Its Flow

The fort is surrounded with vendors of all the local eateries.Clowns and acrobats bend and cackle
between the fire eaters' breath.Stallions of italy rise to hind as Russian bear dances
to instruments of the unfamiliar, Broken archers battle for gold and soldiers roll on sodden mud dirt
just to claim victory
weapons unused glisten with a summers scant
A bearded behemoth with stance of folded arm and a beam of pride
at the vicious concoctions, points and barbs with subtly inset jewels of polished facet

Sariputra and Void

Once Sariputra was attending a sort of book event: a dozen of young writers, men and women, met up on Wednesday of every week and read each other texts upon an actual literature. Sitting across a very open, a very red dress which sounded like reading something out of a story in a fantasy world, Sariputra was thinking about the void.

"This kind of openness does not mean emptiness, - he thought, - particularly, if to take into account "the plunging V-neckline and Empire-line midriff inset in satin with pressed pleats that cleverly accentuates a lovely bustline*". The narrative, in an obvious way, buys its acceptability by its substantive emptiness. If here a form is a simply emptiness and an emptiness is a simply form, should it assume that they both could, say, provide assistance on morally sound bestseller technologies where I have left a void, or waste of a dream, or explain why naught is naughty and why a perfect look matches a perfect emptiness".

The next reader was a girl in grey. Alas, her glasses, zits and her baggy turtleneck was eloquent testimony to her talent. Sariputra sighed and started to leave. 

* Unknown glossy magazine.

Too Late

The lion creeps in slowly, stealthily, hyper vigilant, alert.
Her focus on her cubs, wanting them to eat blood red meat tonight.

A young shaky gazelle, stares into the tall grass.
Fear pounds in his heart, he's ready to take flight.

He's heard of the bone-eating smackers who come out at this time of day.
Startled when he realizes how late it has become, and he is alone.

Fearing what he does not know, and hopes to never meet, he starts forward.
Large yellow eyes with a black inset in place of a soul is upon him now.

The cubs will eat tonight.



Written. 4-2-2018.         Contest. what Your Poem Needs Is Love Sweet Love
                                     sponsor. Michelle Faulkner

One Why

As if there is no one like I to match
Why is that?
I ask all the time where is that other hat?
The head to my ball and catch to my cap

A mind to protect head rounded grounded
When would a cross of paths guide the blind?
The blind sight that hides confined
Through the eyes that find the beauty in line with heart

Why is this? I ask all the time wondering if it will ever be
A mind like mine to have and converse all the time
Not just my own when I am alone struggling to write
Thinking yes thinking that monster thought creeping

Tender loving care is what I have always been seeking
The meaning a meaning to be called a purposeful life
Traveling my endless futures conceptual mind
A mind like no other I find is hard to compare 

Share with me that time in mind yes share with me I say
Where ever they are I do ask each and everyday
That question no answer to myself as to why
A one why to my life arriving back to begin

The beginning to one a two three and four
When my minds value over heart is the fractional score
To denominate my numeral path inset with a dream
Meeting someone with a mindset like me

Absolute

She is,
yes, she is beautiful.

Could I paint the picture then you’d see this is true,

Her face is like grace when she’s dancing with youth,
and a smile so stunning as to silence a room.

Skin alike cream, so white and so smooth.
With the beautiful unique of an arm kissed by rouge.

A porcelain masterpiece cannot help but be jealous,
when this feature unflawed is there most wanted wish.

Inset by two eyes bringing depth to the blessed,
like a storm cloud in summer complementing the rest.

It’s a green touched by smoke, some of my favorite things,
then to top it all off when she moves is to sing.

Could you see what I’m saying by these statements I have made,
then the world may be better.

Such a beautiful place.

No Mercy Thats a Trainers Life

No mercy for achieving goals
 No mercy for health and fitness
 Keeping you on track
 No mercy that's a trainers life 
 No mercy 
 With a bit pressure
 Trainers know what's best
 No mercy 
 Its a total approach to fitness 
 Pushing you to your limits 
 With No mercy 
 No mercy Trainers life to teach you how to fuel that body 
 And WILL NOT accept you to fail
 No mercy 
 Mindset of you can do it 
 No mercy inset 
 No mercy that's a trainers life 
 Wants to inspire people to look at them 
 And say "BECAUSE OF YOU I didn't give up"
 No mercy that's a trainer life

The Indian Glover

The Indian glover
became my Indian lover
He held my hand down Indian paths,
and loved me in his way.

His way was like myriads of birds;
colourful and joyful.
He gave me beautiful gloves
that he had made.

These stretched up my arms
right up to my shoulders:
finest silk shimmering gloves
for Indian holiday.

My lover's turban
was inset with a red-hued jewel.
People said he could be cruel,
but he never was, to me. 


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11/4/2015

Contest  - Beautiful

Sponsor - Silent One

3rd place win

Thirteen Steps

As I climb the steps of no tomorrow.
I'll keep my love close until my last breath.
Give me a final kiss without sorrow,
For these gallows will give me my death.

No justice is found for my innocence.
Show them no weakness or flowing tears.
They are hanging me now for my silence.
This town is ravaged by their angry fears.

Only with sweet memories look back.
Remember the last moments our eyes met,
And wear red to my gravesite, never black.
Carve innocent where my name is inset.

So cold the dark eyes of the hangman.
Oiled is the rope that will slip ever tight.
Laughter will fill the crowd as I hang there.
No care is given, they believe they are right.


8/25/15

On a Nude Model Against a Black Porous Mountain One Evening

the body,

of his work.

by his hand,
the fingernail moon lamp set on dim
sits in front an ultramarine drape
child orange at its base

by his hand,
the onyx climb, a mountainous terrain
muscular and oiled this inklike back foil
with its carefully placed rocks 

by his hand,
her body fine
inclined
inset

by his hand,
she
basks,
rollicks,
she tans ivory white.

in the safety
in the dead of the night
in the stolen light the moon reflects

by his hand,
her body unconcealed
she pays homage
to midnight
to 

the body,

of his work.

Melt Away Racism

Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
 

Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.

What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation? 
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration

Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.

Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.

A Thousand Miles An Hour

A thousand miles an hour
This fete a break through
I scan the speedometer, inset odometer
Stuck in the traffic Jam a thousand, without a move
I wonder!

Fellow citizen passes on wheel chair
A thousand far cry shy
Overtaking treacherously
Counting his steps is staccato
He stops and wonders, boss
Sorry, he muses, poor boy, he mutters
The Jam’s got to take another thousand
And I stare at the speedometer
A thousand miles an hour
The break through.

The Golden Scene

Sun above, looking
Thoughtfully at itself in
Immense clear water.

Adds golden sparkle
To the leaves of the palm trees,
On the green island

Which looks like inset
Against the large, vast sea that
Stretches till skyline..

After This You Needn'T Regret

After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret

In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret

In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Inshore

Inset inshore gruel insight evoke.
Droll dresser dream.
Cocky linkups occur.

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