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Written By: D. Collins 12/28/18
A sheep in wolf's clothing is what stands out here.
A character of loathing and hiding behind fear.
Look at Ann Coulter who is afraid to leave home.
Because of things she has said, brought it on her own.
Through tweets they display a "Gangsta" attitude.
But, get ghost, when knuckles want to get nude.
Those boisterous people afraid to leave their yard.
Those sheep in wolf's clothing, with no gut or gall.
They have no experience serving on the front line.
Yet, ready to start a war, at the drop of a dime.
That misunderstanding that they are "privileged".
Unlike you and I, who aren't afraid to live.
we often walked by empty lot's of debris
the daley's running the show
as strong mines did grow
a civil rights movement
torn down bricks of knowledge
as we wander by the rail road tracks
broken glass and unseen filth
covered the under path where pigeons feast
and bats creep out just around six
tires all burning pulluting life
as i read the empty paper bags
and torn clothing logos for in the mist
of the steam from under the city
no it's not pretty gun shots ring out
the birds fly away as the umpire calls strike
i notice a good year blimp in the glimpse
of my view a voice says your mother is calling you
i close my mind for a second when a pipe burst
under ground releasing the pressure of hell
the top read caution i walked backwards
pass the church that read mass at 8 and 12
bible study i loved reading the bible our only book until
leaving the cardinals a library now look
Written Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
When packing for a trip to where
The weather’s always iffy,
It’s hard to know just what to take
So you’ll be looking spiffy.
The same advice is given by
Experienced conveyors,
And that is you should plan each day
To dress yourself in layers.
I understand the concept, but
The execution’s tough.
Some t-shirts, long-sleeves, sweaters –
Will that combo be enough?
Or else my suitcase will weigh more
That I do, pound for pound;
And shedding all those layers,
That’s a lot to schlep around.
Whatever clothing makes the cut
Will be what I will wear;
And once I’m there, I have the feeling
That I just won’t care.
I love being naked.
Taking my panties off,
and throwing them in the corner.
Taking my BVDs off,
and heaving them across the floor.
I love being naked.
No t-shirts on, no blue jeans on,
no under garment to wear.
Just the bare necessties.
Just me, myself and I, standing
all alone in my birthday suit.
I love being naked.
Absolutly, no clothing over my body whatsoever.
My body bursting with action.
Waiting to get a sun tan.
Waiting to quiver in the shower.
Waiting for soap to go all over.
I love being naked.
Will somebody please throw me a towel?
Naked Poem by Kim Robin Edwards.
Copyright 2005,2014..ALL Rights Reserved.
In slow dance, whispering conversation
Musics allowing bodily observations
Excited minds becoming so enticed
Firmness appears, pert as if iced
To her shoulders I lay a kiss, now more
Her naturally tanned skin, I so adore
Clothing I now loosen, slowly falls
Hands clasping tighter, only sighs call
In wandering roam, undulations I touch
Curvaceous boundaries, allowed, I clutch
Gentle caress I, glossed lips blessed
Her hands take mine, firmly caressed
She turns whispering, I to kiss her nape
Her naturally tanned skin, near naked drape
Down her spine I kiss and lick, hands gripped
Summer dress, her panties, tenderly slip
Clothed I am, into my arms she
Carried to silken sheets, where we're to be
I lay her down, on a bed of scented roses
Pinked and pert she is, arched, heavens close
Astride she I sit, shirt ripped, buttons ping
My head to her breasts, suckling, she sings
Hands in wanting more, naked to bare are we
Entwined we are, like Ivy caresses the tree
Carnal cave desired, excites the man in me
Richly pinked scented, invited I am thee
Nails entice my urge, me into she feels me
Her moistness welcomes, internally I be
Ferocious kisses amidst writhing souls
Rhythmic thrusting hips, grinding goals
Synergistic together, freely releases we
Lusted, sweated join, exhausted decree
.
Take me , my love to the waters source
souls naked to each other and our course
my praise lifted the apple of mine eye
art thou glorious , tis mine song to cry
You must lead my way in a walk thats True
for all the fine things I have found in you
gentle call so beckons you are my delight
your visions fill all mine day and night
You are too precious to leave my mind
for you I shall leave all others behind
gypsy soul has wandered the world lost
her dances with others behind her are tossed
You are jade like the sprouts are green
the life you've breathed into my being
like the spray of waterfalls tumbling down
I bow to what our God has crowned
You are gentle in a world thats cruel
and emollient that can heal a fool
you have taken whats broken and made it whole
from the world which has taken its toll
You are the song upon my lips
the clothing strength that girds my hips
you are the blood within my heart
the energy that fills every part
the breath of spirit which gives me life
the calm that eases all my strife
Your sacrifice has flowed crimson red
that you might give life unto the dead
I must meld my soul to you
so I might learn the things you do
You love me with a heart so pure
I know all time it will endure
My heart skips like the rams of mountains
you quench my thirst with your fountains
your pardon has released from the fall
tis only as I have answered your call
the melody of love did my heart soften
may you , my love enter here quite often
You are the shade of all the groves
the whitened wool of all the droves
the warmth that dwells in rays of light
the knowledge that gives to all insight
you are the flash of epiphany
the spectrum that brings us to our knee
as the universe moves to your will
you do with abundance our lives do fill
source Song of Solomon
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
I
Dear Alex Shade,
Why are you so down?
The day is new,
So smile. Do not frown.
Dear Alex Shade,
Where have you got to?
Your bed is pale,
Your orders are due.
Dear Alex Shade,
Have you seen the hail?
Your coat is here
On the clothing nail.
Dear Alex Shade,
What have you to fear?
I have moved home.
I might lose a tear.
II
Dear Jack Bowman,
I yearn through one way glass.
If luck tips you might know you are being watched.
I gave you my heart to cradle,
You flick your hand, scoff at my nose
And spit. Spit. Spit. Spit. Spit.
Oh spit once more and risk running out.
Save some for the next fly, I suggest.
It might be bigger.
I have left home to live in a house.
I am clean. Tell me you ache.
Please.
-AS
I didn't expect to see God showing me,
To remind me of what I already knew indefinitely,
The emotions become overwhelming and try to stand in the way,
But then again I knew God intentionally built me this way,
For without that part of me how could I ever feel?
It's ingrained in my spirit, it's part of the heal,
It's like walking on a tightrope trying to keep your balance,
To over feel or under feel in a world so unbalanced,
While you're walking on the rope, you focus on the other side,
While also focusing taking each step carefully on a straight line,
You cannot focus on one more than the other,
Because it's a package deal it all comes together,
So as many times as you fall you get back up again,
With breaks in between while you study the path,
To the texture of the rope, and the type of shoes you must wear,
To the weight of the layers of clothing, to the height you're in the air,
You go back and get back up again, you remember the other side,
And know the love you're living for, the love that saves your life.
Hydro bill
Visa bill
Food bill
Toilet paper bill
Heating bill
Wine bill
Car bill
Phone bill
Clothing bill
Duck bill
Buffalo bill
Entertainment bill
Anti acids tablets bill
Insurance bill
Bar bill
House bill
Weed bill
Bakery bill
Starbucks bill
Medical bill
Psychotic drugs bill
Dental bill
Legal bill
( for murdering dentist)
Lawn bill
Maid bill
Sexy maid bill
Super sexy maid bill
Misc hookers bill
Feminists lawsuit bill
Internet bill
Cable bill
Speeding ticket bill
Second speeding ticket bill
(to pay first bill)
Drivers license bill
Tic-Tac bill
Kidney replacement bill
Second wine bill
Netflix bill
Barber bill
Uber bill
Russian translation bill
Predator Bill
Y-Bush bill
Donald Trump
Assassination bill
Legal bill
Alimony bill
Stormy bill
My hearts on the shelf.
I put my heart on the shelf today, without cunning array, or tears in vain.
A closet next to a furnace with wool clothing that’s not highly desirable.
The argyles, and paisleys are smiling at my heart while I go upon my day and wait for work to depart.
The silk wraps, and tulle skirts are sad and blue, they see that my heart is broken and drained. Even the rainboots are smothered in drudge. I finally decided not to hold this long grudge.
For grudges cause cancer that eats away, like a moth in a closet on a cool Spring day.
I put my heart on the shelf next to the Christmas picture of you.
No more chicken dumplings, or shredded beef stew.
Just the Nike shoes wanting to run from the drudgery gloom; yet they are stuck in the room with you.
I put my heart on the shelf today.