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Serre un chien dans tes bras, et une grenouille te remerciera

COME TO THYE END OF THE BOW
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He played his fiddle
 while we danced
while lunching toward
 the completion of the task.
We was-ah putting up post
to put the tainer shed on.
It was found just beneath
 the surface bout'ah
5 inches down near the
base of the tree it's
arare aoccasion for such
as silver is often found in
heavysands near mines
or in streambeds. Taint none
round here.96% pure bout
77 pounds.
Until he weighed it and said it
was 42 pounds.
My scale aint that far off. 
I beleive this is one of
those devilish varmitts
preaacher warned us about.
he told me he'd take it in for the cashing.
I said to that man you must think I am
a fool. Censored due to a Lady being here.
Well he said 
"Hugga dug and Ah-Frug will Thank you."
We needs ah Medation to solve this pendin
feud: due to his dishonesty!
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Avocado" Tinsel Toadwalk and "Tangles" Grisser Gamms
"Tare not you foul feind: put it on  the scale"
 alluvium:Abbraccia una rana e un cane ti ringrazierà.
Form: Bio


You've Been Framed

I can't afford to quit, 
And sure have had enough of it, 
So I sit writing these words.
I feel we are turds in a bowl, 
Being flushed down a hole, 
All because money took control. 
Now I roll along tuning my song, 
Turning what's gone wrong, 
Into something that feels right, 
As I shed my light in the world.
Moving toward my graduation, 
My infatuation is in the end, 
Where I can bend time, 
Start again, 
Over and over until I win.
The only sin is not believing in you, 
The only true thing here, 
It's not clear because of fear, 
Whispering in you ear, 
Telling you where to steer.
It's time to veer off track, 
Take your power back, 
Lack is just a mentality, 
Meant to keep the totality, 
Totally unaware of their relation,
To a creation so complex, 
We keep cashing their checks.
Buying into personal projects, 
As we project what they want to see, 
Destroying our right to be free,
Take it from me, 
There's more then what you see.
Take a moment to be, 
Breathe in eternity, 
Release the need to fight greed, 
Your attention tightens the lead.
A seed planted deep in your core, 
Is driving you to acquire more, 
While leaving litter on the floor, 
Of the world you came to explore.
I can't take it no more, 
You're in store for a surprise, 
Now I see with clear eyes, 
My disguise has lifted.
We are the gifted, 
Now shifting into gear, 
Clearing away the clutter, 
Muttering words of courage.
Your age doesn't matter, 
Battered and bruised, 
We are all confused, 
By the way we are being abused.
Used to the way things are, 
We forgot how far we can go, 
Now chasing our shadow, 
We look for the glow,
The final blow. 
The show must end, 
So humanity can mend, 
Seeing each other as friends,
I'm sending messages from home.
Roaming the internet, 
Is a small freedom I get, 
To spread out the alphabet, 
Wetting the collective whistle, 
With a thistle in the skin.
Now let all that sink in, 
I'm thinking about change, 
A strange way to relight your flame,
Try to rearrange the game, 
Knowing it's the reason I came.
Life will never look the same, 
When you take away the frame.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Brandon Don'T Take My Guns Away

The Second Amendment guarantees
A basic right of Liberty
For good men and women to remain free
The right to bear arms

Law abiding citizens who do nothing wrong
The blame of mass murder on them does not belong
Why disarm them so they are doomed
Defenseless against the criminal goons

We have the right to our liberty
To protect our families and property
If we lose our guns we are no longer free
We will be subjected to pure evil tyranny

Arm citizenry is the best homeland defense
Keeps the enemies on the fence
To afraid to try to invade
American armed patriots will make you  pay

So stop cashing in on tragedy
Develop a common sense strategy
No more proclaiming Gun Free Zones
A trained arm faculty will change that tone

Brandon don't take my guns away
Dangerous politics the dumb love to play
You spend trillions but not a penny to give
For our children to stay safe and live
Form: Rhyme

Tired Angels

Tired Angels

 He was a lucky man by his side angels walked
or perhaps flittered a little jostling as they all wanted to be near him.
Absentminded, he came near the fiord walked across.
He was out cashing crabs that clung to the sheer cliff wall, yes, and a plastic bucket.
He got five crabs and walked back the same way the angels sweated he had trusted 
(unknowingly) their blind faith in him,
to the point when some of them were at a point of giving up.
Looking after this person is hard. One angle sighed; the others mumbled in tacit agreement.
The angels watched him boil the crabs and eat everything, not offering them anything; 
how could he?
We should have let go, one angel said, let him splash about with his bucket.
The thought of this made every angle laugh; one took out a harp and beautiful music-filled sea and 
land with everlasting peace and the satisfaction of a job well done,
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

BRITAIN

Britain
 Why did they fight for our freedom of speech? 
when we as a nation are afraid to speak 
Led by a government that’s corrupt and weak 
the future for our children looks dark and bleak.
 
What’s happened to this great nation of ours?
Once so powerful, 
now it’s us who carry the scars
more concerned with our image and fancy cars
Then protecting young defenceless children from the countless grooming gangs and  peadophiles, 
The police and  MPS are to scared to charge.


Young British men fighting for twisted Islamic authors,
sharpening their knives to behead innocent news reporters,
it’s time for the government to stand up and end these slaughters, 
before more men don’t return home, to their sons wives or daughters,
murderers and rapists infiltrating our borders, hiding behind a smile with no care for our orders.

We're no longer a nation that prides itself on earning,
cashing in our next giro cheque seems more concerning 

when’s the system going to stop giving, and start learning or 
will it take another Philpott to leave his kids burning? 

A nation of scroungers has become the impression, 
with a work shy attitude and a Jeremy Kyle obsession,
happy for you to work to pay for their homes and  possessions, 
while there’s soldiers  left homeless in a state of depression. 

When will there be justice for the victims of all these terror attacks? 
we shouldn’t have to walk the streets looking over our backs,

The victims of Grenfell deserve more respect,
but with the government holding their own enquires what do you expect ?

It’s time for us to unite and end this frustration,
because after all they fought to keep this a great British nation, 
it’s not about race, sexuality or religion 
we’re all one people a part of one creation,


Rhymes Part 2

Well, the FED was in. A light. Dude, he ing didn't die. His brain came out, but he ing was fly as  came up says, I know what, what the problem is, and I'll fix it right away. We got IRS for this. We got FBI for that. We got CIA, you got.

We got NSA for to watch your  while you're gone and out of town. Well, we got mothering, uh, We got an insane policy to act like clowns, you know, and rap about it now. Well, you didn't know what, I didn't know who. So, uh, who are you and quadrupina.

 for ing nothing. Nothing that you do. Cuz, uh, in the '60s it was rocking like it was. Clit, rocking clit and licking it too. Licking that pussy till it came through. Looking at that pussy that  said dude. So, hey Jude, you don't make it bad. Just tell her she had a good time.

So, hey Jude. Hey, Jude just leave her that ing liver that ing kidney with some Rhymes. Good rhymes like good rhymes. Good Rhymes, good Rhymes. Deliver that ing internal organ to the bank. Cashing in for some body parts and tank. Take that tank to Frank's and have Frank Stein.

That  tell you beard, Comes out and ing shanks with Shanks for cutting. Your Shanks will ing, uh, nothing. You just shake your hair and ing ing clubbing. Yeah, ing ing nothing. Oy bands. Got ing something oil, advanced rocking, rock and rocking. I like ing. Exit, ing Not essential.

It's extra body wrap. I'm like essential. What is essential? I'm not listen to I'm a body. Somebody with brain body with the mind and body, insane, and body body, all the time. Body on pain, body on Fame. She's living there now. Right? She's doing that thing. Right? Well, why is she looking at me like that?

If you want to  no, she don't want to  you. Why she's doing that. Why is she going through that? Why she's giving those faces? What's kind of ing increases? Uh, uh Explain all the ing places that we lost, at least a ing, a gram and a half of ing of, uh, you know, fetty fetty and I'm just going to say it Betty.

He lost a bunch of fetty half a gram of fatty full. All right. Some people get all spaghetti on that. I don't I get crystal clear, rock ass hard and ing cult on that. Yo, I'm saying it's not all that Renault ing business with the engines and the oil and the ing transmissions, and the spoiled ass kids to ing said, it was a mission.

The Stream of Kindness - Mystic

Nobody wanted to listen to him.  
Nobody wanted to give him their full attention.  
Those who listened only did so with reservations.  
They would give him a look that could strip the words from anyone,  
thinking he was taking advantage of the moment,  
believing he was cashing in on the razzmatazz of the place.  
He felt distraught and despondent,  
worthless and miserable.

It was a bright and sunny weekend,  
a lovely day for shopping.  
I didn't take my usual route but chose a different corner,  
And I stumbled across some money on the floor.  
I picked it up and looked around.  
The closest person I saw was a young lad sitting all alone.  
I walked up to him and asked if the money belonged to him.
Suddenly, tears streamed down his face,  
drawing my attention and concern.  
I told him to wipe his tears,  
and he narrated his ordeal to me, 
explaining how the urgency of his situation made him seek help.  
I was deeply moved with compassion,  
and I gave him the money I had intended to use for shopping,  
as well as the money I had just found.  
He thanked me and hurriedly went to attend to his pressing matter.  
I felt a profound sense of emotion as I saw him raise his hands to the sky.

Someday, everyone will listen to him.  
Someday, he will tell the world how he sailed through his fears, tears, and perplexities.  
Someday, his meadow will blossom.


October 7, 2025.

Premium Member Watering the Garden of Dreams

Cashing in my savings bonds
and tapping out my bank accounts,
got me into a high stakes poker game
in a Las Vegas casino.
Emboldened by my knack for winning
Texas Hold 'em online,
I dove straight into the deep waters
where it's sink or swim, with whales and sharks.
Gambling's an additive rush
that offers instantaneous gratification 
found only in the thrill of taking risks,
and I can hardly wait to wet my toes.
I get dealt an ace of clubs
with an ace of diamonds down,
but the flop's flushing with hearts.
And the bluffing commences,
with ruthless, aggressive bids. 
Not here to play it safe,
I call all in!
But, no sooner had the words left my mouth,
when I got called with a pair of kings, and one is a heart!
Fear seized me, griping my spine like a vice
as the ace of hearts lands on the turn,
and a flush is now on the table.
But lady luck rowed in on the river,
and the ace of spades fell in Her wake,
giving me a miraculous, heart-pounding win.
And climbing on top of an adrenaline rush
I make it rain, 
watering the garden of my dreams
with hundred dollar bills.


(Free Verse)


04/22/2020

Premium Member THE CHILDRENS LEUKEMIA FOUNDATION OF MICHIGAN REMEMBERING MARILYN PELLEGREN

THINKING OF YOU MARILYN PELLEGREN OUR PATHS CROSSED AND I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL SO BLESSED WE MET THE MANY TALKS ABOUT RAISING FAMILIES CHILDREN MARRIAGE FORD MOTOR COMPANIES AND THE GARMENT DISTRICT WOW THE BALANCE OF YOUR LOSS LOSING TWO CHILDREN TO THIS DREADFUL DISEASE SO MANY ON WAITING LIST FOR DONORS OTHERS GOING THROUGH END OF LIFE STAGES IN HOSPICE I AM STILL TOUCHED BY THE CONTRIBUTION IN LIEU SO MANY FLOWERS WONDERFUL CONTRIBUTIONS FROM FORT MYERS THAT CONTINUE TO POUR IN SENT TO THE CHILDRENS LEUKEMIA FOUNDATION IN MICHIGAN IN MEMORY OF YOU SUCH A WONDERFUL BLESSING REST IN PARADISE SWEETIE NO MORE PAIN AND SUFFERING REALIZING JUST CAN'T SAY THE SAME FOR DONALD DANGLING ONTO THE MIDST OF MY PERFUME REEKING HAVOC TOTALLY OBSSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY IS COMPLETELY STRESSFUL BUT GOD IS GOOD WE MUST BELIEVE THAT SOME DAY HE WILL JOIN YOU AND THE BOYS SUCH A PAINFUL LIFE SUFFERING AN ILLNESS YET FILLED WITH GREED AND MALICE SHOCKING TO FIND HIM HERE IN SOME TWISTED VENDETTA RIGHT AMAZING CAUSE I ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE DIED BEFORE YOU AND THEN I LEARN HE'S STILL AMONG US REEKING HAVOC MUST BE THE ILLNESS BRAIN MATTER CANCER STRICKENED HOW HE'S ABLE TO SEND THREATS IS TRULY IN A LEAGUE OF ITS OWN MY PRAYERS ARE WITH HIM WALKING THIS EARTH SENDING THREATS TARGETING MY AMERICAN POETRY WITH MY IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING ME ACTUALLY CASHING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF DEEP SADNESS I TRULY THOUGHT HE WAS A KIND PERSON OUTSIDE OF BEING A RETIRED HITMAN FROM DETROIT HE SEEMED KIND INTERESTED IN MY GRANDFATHER IN ROME DESPERATE USUNG ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS FROM JAMAICA MEXICO TO MAKE FRAUDULENT IDENTIFICATION CARDS YES DONALD REALLY LOST ALL OF HIS MORAL COMPUS THE THING IS HE CAN NEVER EVER EXTORT MY LIFE MY AMERICAN POETRY SO HE HIDES BEHIND TERRORIST SENDING THREATS SLAMMING ON BREAKS FLIPPING FORD TRUCKS IN FLORIDA I CRING ALMOST AS HE BOAST ON PAST WHY WHY WHY REALLY WHY NOT HE LOST EVERYTHING FAKING HIS DEATH LIVE AMONG VENEZUALAN IMMIGRANTS FUNDING THE WOMANS PRISON WISEGUYS SHOPPING FOR MAIDSTHIS SADDENS ME MOST SIMPLY BECAUSE I AM AN FBI CONFIDENTIAL SOURCE A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM BEING EXPOSED BY THIS TERROR WISEGUYS FAKING THEIR DEATHS THREATENING DISABLED POETS IN AMERICA AN YET I FEEL SORRY FOR SUCH AN EMPTY SOUL TRULY ONE THING FOR SURE YOU WERE ABSOLUTLY RIGHT ABOUT HIM GOD BLESS YOU
Form: Lento

The Cyber Court

NSA and Alphabet 
Firms technology and titles
Cyber court is very sad
With such meanings and their bindings

Modern language, glossaries
And tesaurus of cyber
Connectivity
Connections
Contacts
Crypto and the fiber

History of Internet
History of the Computer Science
And elastic computations
For the density of cloud

The prerogative of chips
Nowadays is graphics
What would this one intercept
In a world of cyber 
 
Mathematics isn't pure
Mathematics is impure
Edges mathematics
The remaining sane is few
Data and its bindings

To security esablish
We are cyber judge
We monopolies address
Danishes and Dutch

Reckon you exists processor
That's beyond the chips
The cognition isn't basics
Here are your tips

Tipping servers in a restaurant
Of the Cyber Space
This is data and big data
And it is their base 

Cashing cashiers
With banknotes 
Values are ascribed
Can you figure that such system
Isn't kinda right

Global balance of the money
Managed by the banks
And are processed as transactions
Many many thanks 

And detached from real values
System this does float
Port of entry and departure
Here is our Fort 

Data centers but it shouldn't
It shall dispersed remain
In activities of cyber
What is their main

Many lines of goods production
Marketing and sales
Many sources of pollution
System systems nails
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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