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To The women I love
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Written by:
Männer si Léift
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"maintaining spatial consistency"
He tried to impress them with buying flying cars
buuilding "The Hillside Mansion"
3 custom Limos
He bought 2 Posh' Si Sports cars (rarest and most expensive car in the world)
he had horses
cattle
he tried raising ostrich
he owned a cactus leather plant
he made fashion wear and boots
he was rich wealthy and wise
until he meet her!
"Beautiful and smartmouthed"said one reporter
"suprising someone born so poor could
afford to be so dumb" said another.
"He has to love her: and maybe only he can" wrote
Tishtin Dale of Pretty People Magizine.
The return of actual paper news papers
was done using her as the first person in 20 years
to be one the cover. It din't flop
it was a great success to everyone
except those who dispised her.
When her goats and ducks became missing
people laughed
until they found weird things happening
around the world linked to
poeople who did simular things.
Aleins from Space had been taking these animals
said one sceintist.
He was found tied to a fence in a nearby city waken by strangers he told
a story of being telported and flying above the earth.
a huge chunck of gold
had been found in a very poor part of the city
and city leaders heard tale of aliens pointing sticks at mounds of dirt
and leaving the hot substance
there
only for people to find these large chuncks of gold
in the ghetto,
The claimers act of 2029 allowed these poor people to become super rich over night.
A story about a man flying without equipment
bending steel bars
they said he raced a locomotive
and stood in front of rolling boulders and stopped
them with his mere hands.
He took a steel building frame and used his eyes to heat it so he could walk through to retreive a lost kitten.
Preist and Preacher condemed him
while crowd gathered and jeered and whistled to him.
He used super speed to out pace lava, he
punched his way through granite so the lava
could flow under ground.
Jeolously reigned across the land and suddenly
men created machines and devices to challenge him!
It seems I can’t escape this plot, this telling of the tell;
a mandatory element is a first-person write.
Just don’t make me the villain of this sordid villanelle.
I much prefer to narrate from deep down within my shell;
I like to lurk in shadows and remain tucked out of sight.
Alas, I can’t escape this plot, this telling of the tell.
It’s not that I’ve got much to hide; that’s one I can dispel.
But making much about oneself: a war I’ve had to fight.
Just don’t make me the villain of this sordid villanelle.
I’d rather paint a masterpiece or cast a magic spell
With heroes bold and brave and strong, with maidens fair and slight.
Alas, I can’t escape this plot, this telling of the tell.
Or tales about redemption from the fiery pit of hell
with pastures green to rest one’s head on clear and starry nights…
Just don’t make me the villain of this sordid villanelle.
And so, dear reader, though I strain to bring you in as well,
I hope you can forgive a man’s self-referential plight.
Alas, I can’t escape this plot, this telling of the tell;
just don’t make me the villain of this sordid villanelle.
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for the First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
sponsored by L Milton Hankins
written on 08/26/2022
18 years later here I lie
Debating how I want to die
How i want to end my life
To stop the pain, the suffer, the heartache of everyday
A permanent cure to the constant pain, the only piece of consistency in my life
How many times will I do this?
I’d love to sit here and tell you that it won;t happen again
But I can see through the mirror who I am
And who I am, knows that I will do this again
You confuse me
You come into my life as a stranger yet the first person I call on the edge of that bridge
The victim to the texts from a lonely girl who thought the world hated her
Every scar, every close call
Your the one who took the fall
Even when I had given up
I will get back my hope one day
Hope for a romantic love story
I'll just be the chick with a dramatic backstory
10 years from now I will be face to face with a killer
Putting all my past trauma to good use
Hearing their past and their abuse
To what lead them to who they are, what lead them to what they do
But right now these are just impossible dreams
Your my hope
You see me, you see the real me
And knowing you have hope in me and my future, gives me…
A Prince once met a princess, this was what he thought...
She's not used to someone this young
But at Parlour something Beautiful Sprung
Fate at it's finest.
First person I laid my eyes upon,
turned out to by my highness.
She was lovely down to earth, not to mention the spirit.
I hoped we both could feel it.
So we sat and had a drink.
Hours passed by in minutes, and I just had to think.
She had me at Toika lounge feeling like the luckiest fellow.
If she preferred an orchestra, I'd be her main cello.
Little did she know, this Princess was in the company of a Prince.
Amazonian Tiger scratched me with her caramel prints.
And he was going to show her his all.
Make her truly feel like the angel, wingless born, bet she crawled.
Wish to Be her knight in shining armor and all.
She would have all her angled covers, the second she called.
Never too soon and definitely never too late.
For a princess and prince, to come to terms with their fate.
And in fact, Alana, you bring out my best manners.
And it matters to me.
Cause in your presence I wanna be the best I can be.
Because I know that's what you deserve.
Breathtaking personality, in reality, blessed with dangerous curves.
Always had me listening, as if she had super powers.
If she was a line-up I'd wait for days and hours.
Standing there, dressed up with a smile, holding her favorite flowers.
So don't mind little old me.
Standing her with a lily.
Hope you find it cute, cause sharing this it made me laugh and I felt a bit silly.
Your Prince, Hani G.G.
I may lie saying I am fine
It's my betrayal towards my life
I only love him so much
Whom I can't forget even I close my eyes
Sleeping is only one medicine
That helps me to reach him in my dream
I want to betrothal my whole love towards him
I want to hold his hand tight
So that we can end of endless fight
I know I am not right in many case
But try to believe me I don't want to hurt you
I am too sick of my own terrible childish behaviour
When I try to help others
I create fuss in every where my dear
I am sorry if I became violence some day
But you are the one who influence it day by day
Try to hear my problem because I want to share my each and every thing with you my innocent and cute dear
The truth is hard to digest
But it is true he is the first person in my life and my one whom I never leave in my entire stage
I love you even you are younger than me
Let me grow with you in every pain and happiness
Written In First Person
By: Tom Wright
Feb. 5, 1998
Filled with joy, you heart won't be,
until surrendering your life to me.
a gift was I to all mankind,
I healed the Leper and the Blind.
The lame I made to rise and walk,
caused even Balam's Ass to talk.
I know each time a Sparrow falls,
I know each voice that on me calls.
so many things you've seen me do,
yet doubt my doing the same for you.
What will it take to make you see?
To turn from sin and worship me;
I gave my life on the cross that day,
so you from sin could have a way.
Through contrite heart you can receive,
if on the name of Jesus you believe.
OLD AGE IS WHEN:
1) Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.
2) Getting a little action means you don't need fiber today.
3) Getting lucky means you remember where you left your car in the parking lot.
4) An all nighter means not having to get out of bed in the middle of the night
to go to the bathroom.
5) You don't care where your spouse goes as long as you don't have to go too.
PONDERINGS
1) I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I realized that most people die from natural causes.
2) The easiest way to find something around the house is to replace it.
3) Never take ife too seriously. No body gets out alive anyway.
4) In the '60's folks took acid to make the world weird, now the world is weird and folks take prozac to make it normal.
5) Who was the first person to look at a cow and say,"I think I'll squeeze those dangley things and drink whatever comes out."
6) Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken over there. I'm going to eat the next thing that comes out of it's butt."
Calling In Favors
Written: by Miracle Man
New Years Eve 2021
Do you recall the first person in life
who gave you a chance?
After you had jumped through hoops,
for a song and dance.
At eighteen I searched for a job,
two years experience everyone wanted.
Question was, which comes first,
I was made to feel daunted.
I was 18 and in a new place (San Diego California)
and a new acquaintance ask if I’d found a job, and where I’d looked.
He told me to go to Rohr Aircraft and I told him I’d already been there and they required 2 yrs recent experience. Being young, I wondered how do I get this experience without first having a job. He wrote a note on a piece of paper and sent me back to see this person. I did, and was immediately hired. This man’s name on a piece of paper was all it took. I worked there for 5 years (was a great employee) before returning to my roots. Though this man is gone now, I often think of him and his giving me my first chance. I’ve always wondered what the note said and if he was
“calling in favors.”
Tom
Copper bones clanking with the sound of screams far off.
Surrender is the only option I have.
Taking it all to Jesus I kneel and know he has me covered.
Washed in the blood of God himself I am forever joined by Yeshua.
Trusting in perfect peace I am guided by grace.
Planes continue to fly over head.
Thunder crackles through the silence.
The rain hitting the window cools down the summer heat.
I am aware of my own sense of self.
Shackled to my reality I belong as the center of my own experiences.
Echoes of consciousness felt from a first person perspective.
Aware of my limited gnosis I can only rest in my faith in Jesus.
In the distance I can hear church bells chiming a new song.
My best friend is about to marry her bad boy, so wrong.
Believe me, something I would say today would not matter now.
If he turns out okay, I’ll be the first person to say “wow!”
But from what I have already seen, he is a big bow-wow-wow.
I’d rather see her married to my namesake, a beautiful red cow.
He always seems to put her down, making fun of everything.
She told me that she’d bought her own engagement ring.
His parents were surprised that he and she were engaged.
His proposal was a scene from Star Wars, completely staged.
It wasn’t that I was angry or felt left out or blue.
Now that I think about it, those things might actually be true.
I’d better put on my game face and make a fast run back to the wedding.
To congratulate the bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs. Royal P. Tedding.