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Snippets play inside my mind.
Pieces of movies which I find
Are ingrained; cinema projected...
Dorment and then resurrected.
Sometimes, just a simple thought
Or action has the snippet caught.
Often, in a single day
They play - and sometimes on replay.
Moments big and moments small...
A century of films in all.
Silver, colour, sex and violence...
Even scenes made in their silence.
When I'm bored, I like to visit
These - I find them quite exquisite.
Shots and scenes in all their glory
From any given category.
The theatre based inside my head
Captures what's said and unsaid.
I cherish snippets because they
Can help to fill some of my day.
Wayland here again with another clerihew to end the year
These will probably never be famous, but that isn’t the fear
Sometimes the honesty is these may be just a little too strong
They're all done in fun, but some lines seem to go wrong
The philosopher lays the blame in the characters included
Only to what’s written here on the soup has he alluded
No outer sources does he ever interview
I say sorry to those victimized by my clerihew
Mr. Bunch, I don't remember calling myself that
Hasn’t been the one known to avoid a spat
Of what he feels and sees he likes to write
These truly are in fun, with little or no spite
Jack E I haven’t looked yet to see his new work
He has so much wit he could be a funny jerk
But he writes and really abstains from anger
If he got mad though, I’d bet there’d be intellectual danger
Good thing he’s Santa with no time to read these
If you see him, probably don’t mention them please
I don’t want to encourage him with another form
The quatrain that is what has become his norm
Advancing in age but he’s still feisty old Saint Nick
If you don’t believe me you’ll have to read his limerick
I said limerick but he’s naughty in more than one
If you want a particular Santa’s Beard is filled with pun
FJ Thomas seems to enjoy being clerihewed
Her comments leave me believing she’s no prude
An example would leave some saying I’ve a dirty mind
I’d have to say did you really read or are you blind
I’m glad Mrs. Thomas decided not to leave
She felt the affection from the comments she did receive
I try to leave affectionate comments for my part
But I know often times my a** is a little to smart
How many of these about PD could I write
If I started now I’d be here till tomorrow night
She definitely is engrained everywhere just read
I still hold that of a new nemesis she has some need
Then she could destroy her imagery is uncanny
I bet under the bullying category she has many
So sweet and innocent my first impression of her
Then I went back and found why she’s called destroyer
Yes Linda couldn’t have picked a better name
The poor souls that were the victims of her fame
I remember a specific one haven’t seen him around
If she’s looking for a new victim, tell her I can’t be found
Once again note that these are all in fun, and only 99% of this should you believe, lol. I had about 5 more but ran out of space and courage haha.
I am puffed up. I am proud. My nose is cold.
Maybe the coldest in the competition.
I am healthy, and I am ready. Put me in coach.
I am Champ, the number one dog in the country in this category.
I am reigning champion. I have won the gold three years in a row.
Warning myself now, it is okay to be puffed up in the mirror.
But during the competition, try to look humble. Try to act normal.
Try to be just an ordinary dog.
This is the problem with hero sports dogs.
We have a tendency to pull out all the stops and show our superiority too soon.
We have those beautiful glowing eyes, and that sweet walk.
We have that look.
Many humans, especially the neonates
under six-years-old know we are part of
The super-galactic sports dog brigade.
There are only six of us in the world.
And yet, they know. Because of their youth.
It is impossible to get past them.
We leap higher, we jump higher, we dig faster,
we twist them into our minions quickly.
I have been trying to shake six neonates since breakfast,
but it is like I am the Pied Piper.
They are following me all over, begging to know my talent.
I do not tell them.
For they can see me in action soon, and they will be enthralled.
“Men, are we almost ready?”
My pit crew gives me the thumbs up.
I get into my souped up car with the special handles to drive with paws and rev my engine.
Race Car Dog, the winner of the cup three years running! Can I do four? Sure I can!
There are more kinds of rich,
Than stars in the heavens.
There are rich colours,
Rich dark chocolates,
And countless other rich foods.
There are people rich in servants,
Rich in monetary terms,
But not in spiritual terms.
There are get rich schemes,
Get money from the rich schemes,
And get rich off the Government schemes.
There are those who love, to be rich,
There are those who hate the rich,
And those who gamble on being rich.
But for most, it is all for nought,
And mostly about going without,
While remaining stout.
For those who own a dictionary,
Know that the best definition of Rich is quite extraordinary,
And comes from a different category.
Only three things in this world can make one rich,
If you have good health, consider yourself rich,
If you have loyal friends, consider yourself rich,
If you are rich in spirit, consider yourself the richest of the rich.
Sweet tea and tongues spill the cream.
Loose lips chew ice cubes and a story,
twisting it slightly to fire up a regime.
Unsettling words come out in a stream
becoming more and more accusatory.
Sweet tea and tongues spill the cream.
Getting jollies while cooking a scheme
they sell something as simple as glory.
Twisting it slightly to fire up a regime.
Reprehensible behavior to redeem?
Nope. It never fits into that category.
Sweet tea and tongues spill the cream.
Add sugar leave out a clear cut theme,
providing clarity is never mandatory.
Twisting it slightly to fire up a regime.
Bored so they want to blow off steam.
All of the dialog? I've taken inventory.
Sweet tea and tongues spill the cream,
twisting it slightly to fire up a regime.
Give me a false hope..
By saying it is still a dream..
In any language
Even you are allowed to scream
The smile which was not fake..
Even after making a mistake..
That widespread smile
The loads of joy..
Are now only left as rememberance
When despair was not allowed in entrance
I want you to say that
all what I'm facing now
Is a dream..
Shout, gasp or scream
But let me be in a dream
Let me be in a delusion..
Maybe full of confusion
But atleast it's better
Like former from latter
'A long lost good time'... I can't forget
When there was no regret..
Neither complains nor mistakes..
Were a part of my life
'Those days' which I'm missing now..
Praying for the 'present one' to be a dream
And when I wake up..
It would be again 'that time' which was lost somewhere
And 'those teachings of my elders'
'Those days' where I wished to let that time pass
In order to get older
and leave the category of being in a small class
And now when finally left..
Feels like I'm not anymore blessed!
In the hurricane of term called 'age'
Maybe I left my home which I felt like a cage..
Has left me at the stage..
Where I'm begging to be in a delusion
Want every moment which does not feels like part of 'those days'
to be a dream!!
Shout, gasp or scream..
But let me be in a dream!
The new 950-ton bridge would beat
down time dashing to classes cheat
ting vulnerability asper thick traffic
putting life at risk,
thus laudatory alternative
intending to offer Sweetwater
to last a lifetime would make fleet
(installed at Florida International University,
with eager pedestrians ready to greet
crossing grand opening,
where local dignitaries didst meet
viz Miami-Dade County
Saturday (March eleventh 2018)
witnessing ghastly collapsed
Thursday (March fifteenth 2018)
afternoon onto Southwest Eighth Street.
An unknown number
of fatalities surmised,
while several others
were hospitalized.
Prior to groundbreaking
with placement guised
of the attendant pomp
and circumstances exercised
setting cornerstone,
the projected
general estimation apprised
sans building costs totaled $14.2 million
and funded as part of a $19.4 million grant
from the US Department of Transportation.
The fact sheet boasted the sheer intensity
comparable to withstand strength of a
category 5 hurricane, and supposed to last
for more than 100 years.
Within the blink of an eye, no ifs ands,
nor abutments squared with ratiocination
earning civil engineers bragging rights,
which boastful, delightful, fanciful stead
fastness touted thwarting titanic tenable
taxing shocked Katrina and the waves.
Now only a scattered pile (formerly comp
rising beams footings, and piers) of rein
forced concrete capped with a bent ele
ment defying hallelujahs, karaoke kudos,
and bobble headed nods,
now impish jinns keep leering, mocking,
and naysaying to fading echoing reverberations
leveled at the laughingstock of an architectural
(duff) feat. Further scrutiny will attempt to cap
chore structural weaknesses. Amidst snapped,
crackled, and popped strewn cables entwined girders
(whose premature destruction) will also warrant
any arresting tell tale signs of unusual stress.
What on earth is more important than love
Don't think you can name me a single thing
It keeps this old world spinning round and round
That's the way it is, that's the way it's always been
Can you imagine a world without love
It's surely not somewhere I'd want be
Ship me off to the heavens to explore other worlds
This would no longer be home to me
Always been a lover, not a fighter
But I guess it's part of the human condition
Good or bad, agree or disagree, it's who we are
We are either happy and content with life
Or we're unhappy and hate the hand we've been dealt
Thankfully I've been blessed and am in the former category
I live and love life to the fullest every single day
Each moment is precious, to be enjoyed
Our final day is a mystery, it's unknown to us
Sure wouldn't want to know that day anyway
Can you imagine the feeling of dread as it drew near
The days dwindling down, getting fewer and fewer
That's when love is most important
To be surrounded by caring family and friends
That's when we surely would know
The all importance of love
URDU AND ALLAH ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CATEGORY ON POETRY SOUP ALLAH IS AN ARABIC WORD FOR GOD URDU IS ARYAN LANGUAGE MOSTLY USED IN PAKISTAN INDIA SPEAKING I USE ALLAH FOR PRAYER FOR WORLD PEACE AFTER ALL OF MY WORK IT IS NOT FAIR TO MISLEAD READERS WITH FALSE REPRESENTATION URDU ARYAN LANGUAGE SPOKEN IN ASIA INDIA PAKISTAN ON POETRY SOUP IS TRADGICALLY BEING USED TO CAUSE CRUELTY A KIND OF SLANDER TOTALLY DISREPECT TO THE MUSLIM AND ARABIC COMMUNITY IF YOU NOTICE POETRY SOUP DELIBERATELY LABELED YOUR WORK AS URDU CATEGORY I DO NOT SPEAK URDU ALLAH MEANS GOD REPLACING GOD OR ALLAH IT IS A DISCRIMINATION OF RELIGIOUS BELIEFS OF URDU ARYAN LANGUAGE UNPARDONABLE SIN AGAINST GOD AGAINST ALLAH THE MISLEADING CATAGORY URDU DOES NOT MEAN ALLAH DOES NOT MEAN GOD IT IS AYRAN LANGUAGE STOP DIRESPECTED THE RELIGIOUS BELIEFS OF OTHERS U R D U NO FEAR OF THE MAFIA CRIME BOSS OF BOSSES YOUR SKIPPY YOUR DON STOP SLANDERING MY WORK AGAIN URDU DOES NOT MEAN ALLAH IT DOES NOT MEAN GOD IT IS INDEED ARYAN LANGUAGE SPOKEN BY ASIAN INDIA PAKISTAN PEOPLE MOSTLY USED IN INDIA ALLAH MEANS GOD FREQUNTLY USED BY THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD HYDEPARK CHICAGO COMMUNITIES MUHAMMAD UNIVERSITY
NONE OF MY WORK IS WRITTEN IN ARYAN CATEGORY FOR WORLD PEACE BETWEEN CHRISTIANS AND MUSLIMS THIS URDU CATEGORY MEANS ARYAN LANGUAGE I USE ALLAH FOR WORLD PEACE BETWEEN MUSLIMS AND CHRISTIANS I AM A HOLY WOMAN OF GOD I AM CATHOLIC I AM AN INTERNATIONAL AMERICAN POET BEING BULLIED MY THE CRIME BOSSES OF THE AMERICAN MAFIA ATTACKING ME ATTEMPTING TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY
I AM AMERICAN
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Jonnie Peacock was born on 28th May in 1993,
And is an English sprinter and right leg amputee,
He won gold in the vital games of London 2012,
And into the category T44 he does neatly delve.
He was born in Cambridge, that old university town,
But at the age of 5 meningitis did make him frown,
So he asked his hospital for some football facilities,
Who gave him a prosthetic for his lively jocularities.
Directed to Paralympic sport, he did truly awaken,
To running the 100 metres, and he was totally taken,
Not faking, he raced at the Paralympic World Cup,
His first international, in Manchester, he did build up.
Next month June, the US Paralympic trials do occur,
Jonnie set a record time of 10.85 to squarely concur,
With his coach Dan Pfaff, who believed he could win,
At the London Paralympics, where we saw him grin!