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We fooled the prying sun's eyes
Eyes that revealed our shells
The moon exposed us with shadows
Figures on the alcove with lost identity
We lurked in gloomy path
As stealth as nightmen with fingers
Interlocked. The night's breeze pecking
Our cheeks - 'Blessing' for the impending union
Came nights of locked lips in mild combat
And fingers hiding beneath the gown.
On one feverish night the tongue pierced
Through the sliced halves. The forbidden fruit
Devoured with missing dental dam.
That night I died.
After series of earth's revolution consequences
Rained. Then recalling mother's stinging words
"Ifu ife na chonelo, ega bayen nemunno"
One dish with a rich flavor and a savory scent had been placed on the boat the back doors to the boat had been shut when the villagers had lefted to hide in the Shrubs and bushes. When all was quiet the Strangers came from out of there hiding. They walked by the instruments and went straight for the food
the saged leaves of theMoot-moot tree would relax these peoples to the point of exhaustion, spoke the Savant from the wooded edge. When they are all inside we shall sent the boat adrifted in the Creek they shall awake in the Lands of there own familaurority.
When all 15 of these attractive men and women and the twelve lesser attractive one were in the boat the visotors went and slaammed the doors and shoved the boat into the rapidly flowing stream. Those inside had began to eat and had falling asleep to awaken hours later on the shores of Familairty. Never to return to the Neihboring Village again.
The stuffed Chicken dish waas named 'Punt De Vissitor" after the name of the ship.
A spicy stuffed chicken breast, rolled and fried.
The villagers had placed painted stones and Several High quality Jasper stones in the chest with a fictious account of these men finding the tresure on the cliffs of a fictious mountion named Trippaira.The effects of the moot-moot leaves would have them disoreinted and fooled. Moot-moot leaves are used in anceint ceromonies of marrage there the two awaken as husband and wife. This was to save the village and the Savants found it wise to fool these peoples this way.
I want to weep
at the destruction of poetry
that comes now with the use of AI robots
and the fact that cheats are entering
contests on PS
and winning high placements over real poets
how sad is that only some sponsors care
some just don't care
and worst the odd person even supports it
I am not one of those
no AI poem will ever, never, ever place in my contest
see, I do care, I check every single poem
and guess what I know
who you are
this is my created
form that I call fragmented spaces
no robot created it, I did, and several others too
because that is what real poets do, they create
my poems are
written with my own blood, heart and soul
and I am so proud of that and my poetry
how dare you AI users
think you can compare with a real writer
because some sponsor
places your fake poem as a winner, I bet you laugh
that you fooled them into thinking you can write
well, we the contest sponsers who care
are now checking for AI
Know ye thy No-No’s, mark 'em well,
Lest their folly trap thee in their spell.
Lick ye not the pie before it be cooled,
For hasty tongues are so easily fooled.
Pluck ye not the fruit that dangles too low,
For ease of pick, may a sour worm bestow.
Nor partake ye of the fig from Eden’s tree,
Lest thou nudity be pricked by destiny.
Dance not with drunks past midnight’s chime,
Lest thy foot tippy-toe tap in Devil’s time.
Nor jest ye too late in yon darkly shaded room.
For such livid indulgence leads to doom.
Sing ye, call ye, all thy No-No’s, out loud!
Like ravens canoodling, wailing to the cloud.
Their lessons learned in wine, sin and woe,
Of tales so true, of what those no-no's told ye so.
Be wise my friend, 'Know ye thy No-No’s' guise,
For sirens oft sing out in sweet disguise:
"To be or not to be, now that's my question be?"
"Come live with me, be my love; share thy no-no's with me."
Here he is. The perfect man. The one I told you about.
Snicker. Snicker. Laugh. Laugh. I say, not fooled in the least.
We have nothing in common.
He is not even my height.
His eyes are dull. He’s a dud. Take him back.
Re-shelve him.
My aunt is angry now. He was her fourth attempt
To lure me to the alter, where other docile cousins have been led
To be sacrificed to men who feel they own them.
I will never be owned, and I am smug about it.
We have tried our best, my mother says.
Your soul mate might be in the next batch.
Let me send them to your door.
Some look pretty nice.
You do not always want to be single.
Single is broken.
I laugh, knowing a wholeness she will never know.
Having found her “soulmate at eighteen
before she ever really lived.
Funny I took this path, me who became so intelligent
I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at being so hell bent
I could have been a flower, a daisy, a petunia, a rose
But for it's own power this is the life a monkey chose
Some stayed fish while others sought to be an insect
Like, so as you wish, evolving to whatever you select
THEN you see the evidence by the very intelligent few
Numbers too immense for you to ever have any clue
Odds I never seen but I always knew they were true
An argument so clean it's simpler than two plus two
The Creative Diversity alone, when the fool will admit
For now you are free, as yet your candle remains unlit
Don't be as those fooled but do your own research
As the devil drooled knowing he has you in a lurch
There's two paths to take but there's only one road
And for those who don't wake will pay all that is owed
Romans 1:20
For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:
In one big ocean were many schools of fish. Most of them were nice in their own ways, but this is the story of two types of schools of fish very different in their ways of thinking. One school of fish was fond of mesmerizing things such as the colorful lures the fishermen sometimes used as bait. Although they often got caught by fishermen, they still preferred swimming in the shallow waters. It was as if they did it by instinct and could see no other way to be. They also loved being part of the larger crowd of fishes in the ocean. They even followed the more popular schools of fish around because they wanted nothing more than to be popular as well. The popular schools of fish were sometimes quite flashy and beautiful, but so easy to be seen by the sharks that lurked close by.
Swimming in much deeper waters were schools of fish with different behaviors from the more popular schools. The deep-swimming fish seemed by instinct to know that they should hide behind rocks and plant life when danger was lurking, and they stayed clear of the shallow waters. They understood somehow that sharks more often attack above thirty feet rather than in the great depths of the ocean. These schools of peculiar fish were not flashy. Neither were they popular. However, they did not get caught as often by the fishermen who came from land in search of fish.
One day the hateful sharks, rulers of the mighty ocean, got together and went on a huge expedition to capture and eat as many fish as they could find. They would circle unsuspecting fish, capture them and then devour them mercilessly. The schools of fish in the ocean’s depths mostly escaped this day of entrapment. The sharks continued their attacks, growing more and more aggressive day by day as time went on. It was not long before many of the popular schools of fish were dwindling in the ocean. More and more, all fish seemed to be learning it was wiser to swim deeper.
Moral: Unwisely schooled, more easily fooled.
When you went away
I did cry for next few days
How could you do this?
I couldn't believe it!
My dreams of our future
Lay like crumbled paper in dustbin
I felt cheated
Stupid fool
I believed you
Later I realised you are not worth it
I have a beautiful life I should enjoy it
God is with me. I don't need anybody
You taught me a big lesson of life
All men are good actors
One can easily get fooled here
So don't trust any body
How ever good he may seem to be
Practice an attitude of detachment
Have no expectations from anyone
Don't dream about future with someone
From now onwards
I will not think about you
Here is my final goodbye to you
You fooled me once with sunlit words of delusion
no more daydreams lost in sweet illusion.
So fine-looking and charming you were once
I would goo-goo eye and drool your fine looks
as soon as you smiled I was in your hooks
My flaky judgments didn't mean I was a dunce
You like to pick, kick, watch and wear a crown
constant mocking making me out a fool
as you drank your Coors beer on your stool
proving to be a buffoon and a clown
Cruel thoughts innately placed in my brain
to want to stay and try to work things out
With name-calling whirling about you lout
I've wasted my time, I will not remain
Poetry Contest: Fool me once
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
What a blessing it is to be alive
Driven insane until tortured further and I felt my sins so impure
But, I told them I will surely survive
Want to find the cure and be oh so mature, I will endure
Truth be told — you were very bold and right now, you’re acting like a golden disgrace and being bitterly cold
Woven, wandering wanderlust escapes my mind and destiny’s paradise is far away from my reach again
I tried to be happy, I know I have tried
But, I feel rather crappy deep inside
You had me fooled by dumb you do
It’s cruel that you made me suffer so much
You are no longer my dove-desiring lover and such
Pray that I won’t fall prey to you again
I’m proud of who I have grown up to be like — I succumbed to success spiritually
You made me sore
Let me soar
Let me soar
Let me soar
And there are so much positivity and future ambitions in store
Opportunities lie ahead to those who thrive
Strength and potential of being under pressure made me survive and yes, I am so damn alive
Feels screw me over
Do me a favor
Love God almighty with all your might
And remember to fight the great fight
Forevermore till the day you die
You will live before you begin to fly
This is my farewell to your goodbye
Hi, friend…
This is the end
I’m a riverbend
Sending my love away into the shores of waves evermore, forevermore
Change is a challenging chore and that’s an understatement to the core
Running out of time
It’s time for us to shine
Our feels disappear
Because we are healed
So, have no fear
Fear God and everything good will eventually be revealed
Destined to be a fighter for peace
But, I’m torn into pieces
My throat is bloodied with shame and uncertainty
I love you, despite your insecurities and vanities
Please me with your flaws so perfectly
Gnaw me with your flames of serenity
Claw me with your soft teeth against my skin
I want to feel all of you from within…where do I begin?