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~TAKE MY MONEY ~
Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What can I say? Perfect -- goes with my daily addiction
A beautiful morning cup, STARBUCKS got my money
It's not more or less the cost or taste.
It's all about my dependency, with popular brand names
Shopping from place to place --- with a smile on my face
VICTORIA SECRET and the way she wears her bra.
$72 dollars it's time to double up them d's
Christmas Red and December Blue
Walmart can't pick up my bust the way she claims with trust.
Hot Topic's on my dark fashion list, Star Wars decor to explore
Obsessed with any accessory from the Walking Dead?
Bennie, blankets, epic shirts with gore, spending $200.00 more
Vulture is a man, with no hair, sat me down on his chair
"Try, this mam' a flat iron that works like MAGIC."
"Did you say magic?"
Didn't ask how much, once he commenced caressing my hair
Straight and silky like when I first bought the Evolution Wand
I tried to resist, however, I swear I heard the Iron call my name
This time, I promise to use it more than once
Between you and I - I don't even care to do my hair
Next thing you know, I own the Lioness curler iron too
With Expensive shampoo and conditioner.
What can I say, Buy 2 get the third one free
Finally, I felt - I got the best bargain possible
I won't even tell you how much I paid
You'd probably think, $189.00 is steep
How could I say no?
He threw in a heating glove, that's what I call Consumer Love.
Heading home, I spot Best Buy, needing a case for my iPhone 6 plus
Strolling near aisle 3, I hear Dr. Dre, started some new beats
Falling in love with the level of quality, $299.00 how can that be?
I put a pink pair in my basket, they have to be special and unique
After all, $299. Means they are popular :)
Bargains here bargains everywhere, check out time, I paid 550 dollars
I'm so proud of myself today, I saved and gained 101 points
Happy and dandy I feel complete,
I will end, my freestyling write
With uplifting words --- Aren't you lucky I'm not your WIFE???
~PD~
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
TRUE STORY
Life, it is said, does evolve after our demise
Life can beget Heaven as its prize
Or Hell as its torment
Or even a fall back to Earth, to its own detriment
Life is full of surprises
See when one does think that darkness would win
One does see that the sun over a new day does rise
Only to make sure one does end up being more wise
Pray, life does be mystery,
It is made up of more than one accessory
Like ghosts
Ghosts, this world's invisible hosts!
Why, I do battle with ghosts everyday
Ghosts from my past
Ghosts who, to me, they do say
Pray, to us and to our memories you should cling on fast
For with us, someday, you shall be back
With us, yes, in the celestial realms and then, only then
We shall give you your heart back
For we do have it kept closed in our safe
Why, ghosts of such kind scare me not
Ghosts of such kind do be with the one who does guide us in our fate
Ghosts who are not really ghosts
But beings of light, muses of poetry, muses of delight
Why, I do come from a land which I have forgotten not
A land ruled by the One Great Being
My heart does beat only for Him
My heart does bear this life, only for Him
While this world does be temporary and transient
The other one does provide youth and life in permanent
So I shall not bother about life here
Rather, I shall make sure that to my ghosts, or my muses, I do adhere
Muses of love, muses of words, muses bringing sooth to the soul
Muses who do give me some joy in this world
Muses who scare me not
Muses who do make of me a poet
Among them does be the one I yearn for
My lover, my ruler, the One the whole world does adore
Yes, ghosts do call out to me from afar
Pray, forget not that you do belong not in this realm, they do say
Why, ghosts shall haunt me as long as I do live
For I have not an ounce of faith for this world
Of course, only to my duty shall I cater
Yes, of course, only as long as I shall be here!
Life does evolve after our demise
Pray, for the dead shed not any tears
Rather, remember that you shall be with them
For a new journey, or to catch up on some long lost wasted time!
Verizon router won't connect to internet blues
(alternately titled: ma bell heave hubble
telecommunications gone south).
Best sung courtesy rotten dull liver:red worst
after words which, I gotta quench mine thirst
whereby think Botox lips zipped and pursed
hence impossible linkedin mission Mary Jane
and Buster Brown kisser darn it result socked
hermetically resigned, resealed and cursed.
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Atheistic credo fuels (fossil)
jeremiad ordaining undevout
finds me cybersurfing phishing
for poetic effort to tout
March sixth tooth house sand twenty two
presents reasonable rhyming lit writ scout
herewith risk averse longfellow
on his figurative er... route
along information superhighway.
Netizen (generic and garden variety) Cain
not, nor able to don virtualtourist Lausanne
guise, nor Kiev hen twitter among Ukraine
literati earlier today (aforementioned date)
afflicting me courtesy GMO webbed strain
iambic phantom metered node hissing drain
analogous to evaporating Lake Pontchartrain.
Cuz unwitting byte size complicit accessory ghost
haunts micro electronic components machine most
culpable, feasible, n invisible Internet Protocol host
laryngeal mucous phlegm wreaks (think) burnt toast
esophageal acid reflux analogous metaphor, I post
downplaying feeling any reason to rhyme or boast
spun words masterly sharecropped along east coast.
CHORUS:
verse one:
Now, I gotta cure dem rascally misbehavin
data packets between computer blues,
cuz internet fixation yaw truly craven
lobbying scattershot spewing colorful hell raisin
lingo (awk curse) strung expletive epithets
extraordinary Luddite across cyberspace will lose.
verse two:
Hence dial up local kindergartner to troubleshoot
while he/she whistles Mozart's The Magic Flute
or visit nearest zoo to hire nasty, and shortish brute
critical electronic hardware, cuz aye got absolute
zero ability and even less legal tender slangy loot
thus Internet loper feel handicapped as deaf mute
unable to hear auld Donald trumpeting slo vac toot.
Fazer mais
com menos esforço
se não é um poema
é uma música.
Mulheres apoiadas pelos companheiros diariamente realizam 76% mais.
Homens apoiados pelas mulheres realizam 55% mais!
Pesquisa completa realizada nos EUA, na Europa e no Brasil testou as hipóteses mostradas a seguir:
1 - Qual o elogio para o público feminino faz aumentar a produtividade?
2 - Qual o elogio para o público masculino faz aumentar a produtividade?
3 - Qual o tipo de elogio faz uma pessoa sentir importante à ponto de trabalhar mais e mais feliz? Será um elogio ao corpo? Será um elogio à um acessório de moda? Será um elogio a caráter? Será um elogio à habilidade? Ou será a conhecimento?
4 - Empresas, nações e grandes grupos podem aumentar os resultados que desejam usando técnicas de family hacking growth?
5 - Usar ou não as técnicas de hacking growth devem ser agregadas a contabilidade gerencial?
Pesquisa inédita aqui. http://bit.ly/Para_conhecer
Resultados por cidade podem ser solicitados aqui: http://bit.ly/WhatsappGiacomoNerone______________________________________________
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Women supported by comrades daily perform 76% more.
Men supported by women perform 55% more!
A complete survey conducted in the USA, Europa and Brazil tested the following hypotheses:
1 - What praise for the female audience increases productivity?
2 - What praise for the male audience increases productivity?
3 - What kind of praise does a person feel important to work happier and happier? Is it a compliment to the body? Is it a compliment to a fashion accessory? Is it a compliment to character? Is it a compliment to the skill? Or will it be knowledge?
4 - Companies, nations and large groups can increase the results they want using family hacking growth techniques?
5 - To use or not the techniques of hacking growth must be added to the managerial accounting?
Unpublished research here. http://bit.ly/Family_Backing_growth
Results by city can be requested here: http://bit.ly/WhatsappGiacomoNerone
Hip-Hop is dead
I can’t feel the throb, the devotion, the dedication
I wear all black
Black stilettos, black cut dress, aimed real low
Seductive but simple, I know my place
Beside the King, my sweet deceased Revolutionist
Rap’s number one supporter, holding the casket with a broken
S I G H
Someone plays, a radio, across the way
Slick beats drip past the ears to slime the brain
Wet and easy manipulated clay
Media displays wealth and misogyny
50 million dollar chains
Females addicted to being slapped around
Like China Dolls in half-made Cl o thes
Pose, Shawty and let this crunk beat fill your hips
Purse your lips, Mami, and I’ll let you
Be my accessory
Remember when the revolution was a evolution of the mind
Freestyles match drums in intensity
When freestyles were uncontrolled like the wild brown skin he was in
I felt, loved, Hip-hop in my veins
Let him be the catalyst for the beating of my heart
I was so in love with his swagger, his love of himself and his people
Hat tipped real low to hide the pain
Beat real tight to stop the taint
Of failure and to rise like the dust after a stampede
I’d take Hip-Hop to bed every night
Let him rise and fall like the heaving of my chest
It was so hot I could barely breathe for the intensity overcoming me
The pounding of intellect in my throat
Stroked me from head to toe
And Rocked my ghetto loving soul
And he said things I’ve waited my whole life to hear
play sweetly in my ear
Dreaming of dreams too big
To let fade away
He grew shallow, loving women with hollow heads and thick thighs
Low rides and forgetting what he left at home
Long nights and overtime left me alone
Released hundreds of artists
Torn between money and the spoken word
His best friends tried to revive what was inside, too late the damage took over
50 Cent arrived with Lil’s, and Young’s and a mess of southern heat
I was there when the light left his eyes
After Dr.Dre’s Chronic
Hip-Hop was Dead
Blest with garments of varied hues and shades’ assortment
I practice an organized monthly color-scheme adornment…
January is greeted with vibrant green’s life-oozing zest
along moss, emerald and mint scarfs’ accenting best.
With blue motif of azure or cerulean in February
cyan-printed dresses match aquamarine-look accessory.
Pink for March as well as old rose and fuchsia of no doubt
makes watermelon lace with pomelo ribbon stand out.
April shimmers in yellow, gold and sunshine glow
showing skirts of mustard, canary with lemon flow.
May has cream and beige for modest apparel bliss
as blouses are pleased with flax and vanilla emphasis.
June delights in violet midst lavender and lilac beauty
allowing use of purple and magenta bags, surely pretty.
Cheering July onlookers are different black-speckled masks
parading shoes, leather or so-called ebony in mobile tasks.
This August* presents belts of bronze, cinnamon and brown
while wearing coffee or chocolate shawl without frown.
Orange awaits September with tangerine or amber trends
preparing handkerchiefs of carrot, squash and yam blends.
For October that highlights charcoal, ash, and gray
ready to be added is silver to my faith-anchored fashion-array.
November features raiment** that’s white or off-white
together with pearl, ivory and cotton polka dots on sight.
In December is red, alongside scarlet or maroon’s joyousness
with crimson and ruby attire, thanking God for His bountifulness.
*Next year will be another color-schedule.
**Revelation 3:5 He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.
August 21, 2021
7th place, "Kaleidoscope" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 8/23/2021.
The old codger hobbling upon his cane Rich in years, a quick impression, on the accessory The shell game played, by the young shill, Asking for the time, sticking to the plan Distracting the feeble old man, this the trick While the confident grifter swoops in, Barely noticed coming to steal, all that he has The black throne’s hurrah the stick is a blur The shill shuffles with gladness, thinking The old man had missed his mark The loaded stick hits the con-artist, where it hurts The rich man quickly switches hands, As the shill receives the wrong end of the stick Sending two on a humbling convalescent With a drop of the water of life from an olden tin The old codger walks confidently on Lilting upon his shillelagh
(Poem is in the peace symbol, created in 1958 by designer Gerald Holtom, upward V and later chosen by Bertrand Russell. Please read the first oblique downright and the second upright. Then, the last four lines)
Peace is worth it to find his peace from within.
Certainly not for weak Gandhi said, “Each one has
But for brave enough. Peace is the way.”
See a giant red banner “There’s no way to peace
With white peace symbol when there is no peace
Peace seems very pretty. “Peace, Peace”, they all say
Look at Pottery Barn Teen it speaks of a false peace
Get dazzled by backlit signs but this much is very clear.
Peace seems to be cool. & usage of the peace sign
On T-shirts and bracelets whatever the origin, meaning
Peace is accessible, at least as an accessory.
** "Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek
But a means by which we arrive at that goal."
The day we stop fighting for peace is
The day peace will be ours.
++++++++++++
* Pacifist A.J. Muste
** Martin Luther King Jr.
Date 2-23-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place Win
Contest: The Peace Sign by Kristen Bruni
A rush of force hits my face
As bare skin touches bare skin
And all feeling escapes from my now raw cheek
The stinging subsides but now my heart is pounding hard and loud
He will hear it, he won’t want to hear it
Now he's up in my face as we breathe the same air
And share the same breath
I feel nothing from head to toe
No courage to move
No will to speak
And no energy to fight back
I see her laying lifelessly on the floor
My skin itching and tearing apart
But I can’t seem to stir up any reason to help her
I wanna hit myself for acting like a fool
My chest is tight and breathing now seems impossible
As if shards of glass enter my lungs and pierce every inch
Making my body feel like dead weight
I wanna give up
I will let him win
But he always wins
He gets the first hit, the first laugh, the last punch
I let him paint my body in purple and blue bruises
And abstracts cuts and scratches
To him they are magnificent creations of art
Art that makes the canvas feel ashamed
But the audience feel powerful
It’s all wrong
cruel and sick
But my mother is the one who takes blame for all of it
I killed her by simply just standing still
And watching his big hands vishously wrap around her tiny neck
Straining the life from my mothers deep green eyes
To darks pits of black
He covered her with hated loved to then shower her with roses
It was wrong and I did nothing
So now I must do something
My hands franticly shaking
But my eyes dart across the room
I see it
My way out
My baseball bat that I’ve had forever
That is just simply an accessory of my childhood
But is now a weapon of war
I soar across the room and dismount it from the wall
Instantly swing, and immediately coming in contact with the skull of my father
Not enough to kill but enough to escape
I AM FREE
Humanity is punctured with many breaks.
Different eyes through different holes
grasp its identity through different visions.
Openness, honesty and love to a few;
power, greed and domination to others
and to some, faith, faith, faith and just faith.
Love comes first before anything else
but while propagating others, it is fatally shot.
The so-called trail-blazers of democracy
makes it crazy in the domain of others;
feeding a Tiger until it is dangerously grown
then joining other hunters to bring it down.
Beliefs without tolerance and peace are poisons.
One is honoured with the privilege to be part of a society
so human friendly and development growing
but forgets his transition from a migrant to a citizen.
So much noise he begins to create
to turn such blessed lands to the one he escaped from;
threatening the beauty of these Nations’ civilization;
giving Australia such bile, the UK such thorn
and Russia such a devastating pill.
If life was suppose to be so,
the Emirate Kingdom wouldn’t be maintaining its identity
as it is heterogeneously mixed eleven to one portions
in favour of the accessory ingredients.
Scaling humanity through colours
is as bad as doing so through tribes.
Unity and networking never creates losers
but marginalization and oppression breed deadly tensions.
Names, ascents, appearances and gestures
are unfortunately yardsticks for interactions and mingling
then Justice becomes wounded for bias to prevail.
All these make poverty freely govern
even in an Ocean of abundance.
It is simple to keep life smiling
but impossible when love is homeless
while selfishness is rendered the most services
but under the disguise of other honourable clients.
When kindness is removed from the equation,
a habitat once peaceful becomes the hub of predators.