Long Excitment Poems
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CONFIGURATIONS
excitment
in gestural
figurative
emotive
motifs
highlighted
moments
becoming
reasons
&
influences
of
existential
purposets
incorporating
themes
taking stock
events
in
polar
opposites
to ruminate
over
&
acknowledge
imagination
uncover
see
&remember
so
open
& free
a
collaborative
harmony
as a
starting point
punctuate
&
entrench
a
recurring
optical
effect
of
an
unknown
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Diode Side pumped under water laser show!
Off loaded. They stood by the ferry: watching
and waiting. The ferry was a tempory ordeal: they were
constructing
a tunnel. And since this much attention all funded
by S.S.W.Inc (secret Space WorldInc) allo
audeince a laser show showed promise for excitment.
Man we unloaded equipment into the night. I was angry I had
a date with Bla;Bla Controversy( I had to postpone it
I knew that getting out of her line made me
lesser and more unlikely to be a permanate fixure in her life.
people always speak bad about loose and mean women, one thing
they never tell people is often they open the doors up conversation
and having something to talk about ften was the perfect script
for romance. Engaging and meaningful conversations often had
different defintions to all involved. Finding someone who read from your book of understanding
often gave way to getting it easier. man begging a woman is fun: but you don't know the stresses it causes
until what you are trying to have or gain is either yours against ownership: or lossed
due to someone wishing to stay in control of your emotions. I doubt if being puppet to someone who's been teased and ridiculed would be nice her revenge to the world
that wronged her could mean trouble. Understanding Calmed shores makes vacation more exciting! Them Bikinis aint drawels!
An a show! Bravo we applauded. We
see past the befores' and look toward
the nextes': we thought it was one of
those nights. Durning the main attraction
most who were interested stopped and
went out and became audience, you know
regular guy's. I sat next to members of
the areana staff who were midway finshing up
cleaning. A couple of the guys there were
big fans. We sat queit for twenty nine
minutes watching. I remember jumping up
in excitment durning the match when the champ
seemed to be pinned.A queit came aross the
stadium of 25,000: it appeared the champ
had been pinned,the ref said no shoulder up.
The match restarted and wham, clothes line,
one, two, three! Again we thought new champ
the ref said no again shoulder up. Moments later
a fellow asked me if there was surposse to be a turnover
I said no, I doubt it I know whats going on and
the champ is in better shape thaan his opponet, I said
I think
they are hamming it up for the fans. And suddenly the
chmp is picked up on the shoulders and streched
we heard the guy say submit!, submit! Submit! The ref
said no and started the count for the champ to
be let go. Conversation with the ref, the champ pushes the ref
and the ref pushes him back: I'm like no way! Small package
and we see a three count but the ref said no: continue.
I checked my watch to see if we were close to a draw. No they had
plenty of time. Champ rallies back, and his signiture
manuver and we all said it's over. Challemger kicks out. Small package again surprises the champ, a clear thre count. And then it happened a queit and then a loud Boo! nd people began walking out. Fights on the floor and empty seats. The Promoter stops the match. And the next day I hear that
people were complaining. I can't even mention either champ or challengers name on air due to neogated interest by the three companies who
promoted the event. Well we haveman issue one company refuses to reogize the champ and award the championship to the challenger withdrawing from
the alliance. Within days we have Two champs. And the Promotion refuses
to show the tape to the fans!
it's over.
I found a letter from December 5 1865
The address was written to
Fleckez Fintezy
of Zist Kandia
we looked up the place and found it to be unknown.
It stated dear Sir: my name needs not to be spoken as to your obligation
in contract to meet me and concort as my partner in a contractaul aranggment.
as to this we must chose
a genre: discuss situation.
Contract woodwinds, brass sections: and percussionist.
I am a pianist and wish to
create first during dicsion
and then to record our sound
and then to compse and arrange the sounds before
we have a lyritist create the
rhythmn and then the rhymn.
The
flow of the arrangment
must be of importance as the Beat must
jive with the sounds and the need
of the people we are to workwith.
I shall make arrangements to sleep across town
as the excitment of a collabaration
might be such that would two people
see something that might
lead to being foolishly in love.
I will introduce myself, with my violen
might you will find it easier to recognize me.
We can meet at the Inn by the bridge.
There we will Swing, Jazz and Jewel!
A consortment of Fluffers might wish to
meet us: but we
are professional enough
to know the difference between indulgment and fun: right?
I will mneet you there and musixc can be created!
Be Prompt
Sincerly Yours
Mizzo Piano Songtra
From Whoompers Delicouness
Duration 18 minutes
69 seconds.
Men Knutez and Seakuntez speak with the Organist!
Only he knows the Bassoon. I find it interesting
that the flutist
and the oboist concorts
in private don't you?
Rather amusing until the sound
is created right?
He wishes to marry: pour: pour woman.
His muses must be fun!
Art from the heart, a religion of ritual,
where One summons God and glory to center stage,
your spirit enriched by the self confidence that ensues
as inspiration smells like cedar and feels like sanctity,
the physics of mystics in an eye the mind won't deny,
whence a penny is a prize with a wish
to ventilate a voice of sensitive wisdom,
sensational seeing into the human condition,
visions of vinegar in virtue, visciousness in victory, mercy in the face of malignancy,
pleasure in the panic of risk, pain in the placid avoidence of adventure,
securing an ownership in a Universe from our births unto burials
worshiping composition and the partnership it represents,
Vermeer & Vivaldi, Beehtoven & Bosch, amatuer & adept,
feeling like an angel with demon bones, fusing two atmospheres together,
a holy parade of brazen beliefs putting a new world in order for all,
a micro euphoria, a macro excitment, accomplishment ambrosia,
happiness warm and wakeful in hearts pumping for promise,
for a covenant crafted in a workshop outfitted for you, for what you were ment to do,
volunteering to be a lightning rod of a Goddess crazed with passion,
a power placed in One's fibers for maximum purpose by a trusting Deity,
raise humanity's awareness to the truth that existence is an exercise in artistry,
faith framing futurity within the purity
of knowing that I am where I belong, I belong where I am -
J.A.B.
She pleaded to me with a blushed body,
ready readily for the holiday my maintinance could muster for her pink engine,
the electricity my overtime bedtime love ryhme induces, innerbody outerbody attention,
my woman pled and I fed, her skin smelled like sweet leather, expensive and exotic,
her taste, oh her taste,
a salt infused with inimitable vanilla extract of erotica,
shes my virgin tonight, shes my soul purpose, my handicraft her sole investment,
my rough hands ceaselessly surveying the surface of her vulnerable and vital being,
no flaws are found, because no flaws are sought, no resistense, nothing fought,
upright together, gripping her nape, kissing the pulse on throat,
flaxen hair swiming across my focused face, one arm around lower curve of back,
in unison the slots inbetween my thumb and index sweep upon her breast
cleverly turning & tightning into nipples elevated for enclosing excitment,
eyelashes grazing my cheek and her moist mouth on earlobe
elicit the need for perpendicular laying, for ramming motion ritual,
I unfold her, with fingers lovingly clasped on that nimble neck of hers
as I insert and glide with a job to do, a love to pursue,
the words came latter, instinct inspired now -
J.A.B.
I'm just fourteen years old, and a father I'll be
Around Christmas time, what a present for me
The excitment of puberty has now taken it's toll
I sit here lost in thoughts, a worried young soul
Responsibilities I now face to the challenges of life
Do I stand by my girlfriend, do I make her my wife
What if I can't cope, shunned by family and friends
To become another statistic, modern societies trend
I find myself very fortunate, I'm surrounded by kin
Whom their patience has been a blessing as I take it all in
My friends have rallied round, their support has been strong
It's having people like them, I'm fortunate to belong
December has come and gone, my daughters getting married
As I look back to fourteen and the trials that I carried
Many thoughts I had to ponder as I look back at my young life
The young girl whom bore my daughter, many years has been my wife
* Three-quarters of a million teens between 15 and 19 become pregnant each year in the USA *
For Gwendolen's *~* Mom, I'M PREGNANT! contest *~*
I
am a
little Xmas tree.
I am made of plastic.
You would not know to look at me.
Because I look so realistic when decorated.
I
have been
with the same
family for many years.
Watching the little ones grow
from toddlers to grown adults now.
I
still see
the excitment in
their eyes on Xmas morning.
The rush to open the presents beneath me.
The joy of giving and sharing gifts among themselves.
I
am a
little Xmas tree.
I twinkle and shine
merrily through Xmas windows.
Until the season ends on January sixth.
When I am folded up and put in storage again.
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24/12/2016
FROM THE DESK OF HUGE GRAPPLYN
IS BEING BOUGHT TO YOU BY
the action packed love story...
"SINGLED"
THE FILM STARRING
DRICCER DENNLES AND hEATHER HOLT
cinema-cinema films
in theaters
September 29 2019
hugh grapplin reports.......
HELLO WRESTLING FANS. THEEIRS A LOT OF WRESTLING : HAPPENING
AND WE WANT YOU TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON....
WE START WITH SOME EXCITMENT: IT HAPPENED IN CANADA...
IT WAS BOOKED TO BE EXCITING. THE HEADLINE SAID TO LOOK OUT
FOR WHAT YOU ALL WAYS DREAMED OF.
CHAMPION VERSES CHAMPION,
WINNER TAKES ALL
THE PRIDE OF MAN WORLD
CHAMPIONSHIP SERIES...
THE WORLD HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION OF
THE WORLD COUNCIL OF WRESTLING
" THE WORLDS FINEST" LAUN SHARE
VERSES
CANADIAN NATIONAL WRESTLING LEAGUES
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
"FIGHT READY" FYSTA CARL IROQUOIS
accompanied by his manager
" the advantage" Dealton Brice
it was what is was said to be. something people the world over would want to see. 58:13 ( fifthy three minutes thriteen seconds) of great wrestling enjoyment.
the " fermoir de paortiers" verses " sasori noyar" ended with
a belly to belly and a pinfal. and a newly crowned united world champion. if the other guy had won it would have been a newly crowned International council of wrestling champion.
Some body in massachuttees is opening a new office. Mr fight Ready is a dually crowned titlist.
We can't show the film due to complications with the new company. details next week!
bassoon bastein and cantre nilton won the
bestever brawl
two ring 18 men
the dual championship
texas roadhouse rules
saw these two end the night as
trophy sharers
they meet in Texas to deside who's the number one contender
rumor has it. Brickton Price will be at ringside
you know Price he's the one
who beat Drifter distance for the world title in 2018
well after a stint in boxing
he's back. and he's looking for some attention.
The Gift
A little child received a gift.
It's wrapping very plain.
It set outside the cottage door.
In the cold, hard, driving rain.
With happy smiles she brought it in.
And sat it on the floor.
To receive a gift on such a day;
Surprised her to the core.
With bated breath she opened it,
To see what was inside.
Her heart beat with excitment;
Her spirit rose with pride.
When the paper fell away;
She felt like such a fool.
For there upon the kitchen floor;
Lay an ancient, rusty tool.
"What am I to do with this"?
She asked her Mommy dear;
"I have no idea what it is".
Her eyes were filled with tears.
"I have no use for such a thing,
Oh Mom what should I do"?
"It is your gift" her Mother said:
"So that is up to you".
She carried it her whole long life;
Clutched tightly in her fist.
And always asked the question.
"What do I do with this"?