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valentines shopper, there is a blue light special in Aisle Three
Gloria had no idea what this announcement could be.
but she raced to three to see toilet paper on sale for $1.95.
she tossed in two packages on top of her kitty cat Clive.
valentines shopper, there is a blue light special in Aisle Four
Gloria spun her cart and hurried to the aisle next door.
the special was dog food, which you could buy for a dollar off.
we don’t need it! We don't have a dog! Clive said with a scoff.
the next blue light special was in aisle twenty-three that day.
Clive was forbidding his mistress from heading that way.
they came home dissatisfied, with unusable stuff in their cart.
Clive said “Buying a bunch of junk we don’t need is your art.”
The vale of the rich
A strange place houses as big as castles tall forbidding walls
on top of broken glass in cement: gates that can withstand
armoured tanks.
Lush dale but no humming bees or bird song too much pesticide
for the sake of beauty, what’s left is graveyard peace.
I sat on my bike for an hour in the hope of seeing people, but no.
Each palace was like an islet cut off from the world outside,
here they need no one and no one needs them, splendid isolation
Like an asylum of the weary madness.
Just as I was to leave a hearse pulled up an iron gate, the gate
opened and let, well even rich people must die, prisoners of wealth.
I ought to take some of them outside, so they see a bit of real-life
before a hearse arrives.
This is a euphoric dope of mine
Can’t easily get rid it off in my system
This is not for you to judge me
I just love making love every night
With man’s touch alluring my senses
His lips is flavor forbidding me to taste it
My other dark side unleashes
But I’m loving how I see myself getting wild
Double penetration is my fantasy
I love to do it with much ecstasy
He can let me wear anything he wants
Lingerie, school uniform or bikini perhaps
Let my tongue swirl and go deep into his
I can play love games and be girl of his dreams
But I never see myself showing my skin
Everyone can watch me and be their **** thing
I’d rather sneak with man and play constant sex
I can give a handjob, just send me a text
But don’t let me eat money for I’m not a whore
No strings attached – Let’s just do pure sex!
June 5 2016
Contest Name: That's Why I Love...
Contest Sponsored: Lewis Raynes
The diggers..Our heros ( they would be
calling you on ! ) so march up to Canberra.'
commemorate, in good spirits with
Songs.! They who gave us everything.' Of all
the
Life that they posessed.' And those who came
Back to ( their homeland ) lived out a real good
Rest.' And they helped build a Nation; where free
Thinking? It was key.' A country of sporting
Heros, being the best they could be, people
Who surf forbidding waters, despite some pesky sharks
Crocodile hunters, and even those of the larrikins heart.' Walkabout warriors..And farmers; who fought fires; floods
and drought, strong shearers, and
our
ringers have
Taught.' Us much; theres no flam'n doubt! Taught me such great lessons' of which
Mateship was great to be.' Overlook
your friends small; imperfections, and watch greatness
Blossom, she'll come good, just wait and see.. Yet their country has been occupied, and slavery now looms
Pagan ideology is embedded, up on the hill
In secret rooms.' You'll find the shills.)
Old Stan Coster called it out..
Mates; so give him some true due.' Who was educated by (an old digger) bear with me now; for i'm nearly through.' Do not disgrace our heros..' I will make infamous any such breach.! For when you march into Canberra you will, attain a worldwide reach.' By all
means shame the rotten pollos.'
Remind them and do not bow, come there in the
millions
You have ( TO DO IT NOW.!)
Give notice you'll be
removing; this un-law-full mob of dingos
, just cross-eyed
Mongrel curs, it must begin; right before their den, mates can together; show the whole world how.' Mates unite and share your stories or even break some
bread.? And when ( the march for
Australia comes on ') tell this whole world ' that our spirit was never..' Ever, really dead.!!
I once secured a mortgage loan, never noticing the date on the statement.* I was concerned about securing a down payment and an affordable payment.
The interest rate was one to die for, it seemed; and the house was both a steal and a dream.
The steal allowed the house to be affordable, and the dream made it incredibly adorable. .
The four words were right before me as plain as day.
It read, "Last payment due on "The Twelfth Of Never". It was as if I was signing so much of my life away.
When I finally took the time to analyze things, my tight-fitting head became filled with steam;
To-die-for interest rates became a never-dying nightmare of a never ending story, and putting the cart before the horse
in pursuit of a house has brought me far too much worry.
So I bid you beware of deals that look like a steal. Be wise to read the details before you close the deal.
And beware of that God-forbidding 'Twelfth of Never', because it can pain your life for what seems forever.
112420PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2, Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: The Twelfth Of Never.5P *Fiction
She stands apart. Her tears have turned to black
for violating one unwritten text:
that guardian angels cannot come back
until their ward has passed, but she, perplexed,
could not get passed his cerulean eyes
and biscuit curls as her beloved had,
and when she died they followed her as sighs
would follow hearts in love forever glad
for their existence. But now things had changed.
She was no longer human, but Angel,
and had fallen in love and had now exchanged
kisses with a mortal man. In danger,
she had shown herself which she could not do
to be a child of God. Now she'd forsaken
all vows since she was now determined to
feed the longing of a heart mistaken.
.
Lightning struck from the skies that once were kind.
Her porcelain self, blinding as the sun
in its white brilliance now began to find
its color darken as night had begun:
slowly. As the house upon the bluff wept
for a lost son who had died for kissing
Angel lips her pristine whiteness was kept
in forbidding onyx, God dismissing
her to wander in her raven repose
her consolation just one wilted rose.
1st Place
Fallen Angel Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
8/10/17
January 15 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 43-45
Key Verse – Genesis 43:14 …God Almighty give you mercy…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GIVER OF MERCY
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… protecting me from famine and nothingness
Thank You for sending what I need through Your bountifulness
Surely dealing with my guilt-illness by Your aiding wellness---
Please let me live by faith in Your purposiveness.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… providing me with fruits of Your best
Thank You for supplying me resources to the fullest
Surely multiplying my gifts with Your grants in their finest---
Please make me Your responsible steward of joyful zest.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… presenting to me bread of welfare
Thank You for keeping me in good health by Your care
Surely cheering me up in Your gracious smiling stare---
Please set me to delight in Your fellowship as Your goodness I share.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… preparing me to be filled with sacks of blessings
Thank You for overtaking my will with strength along life’s racings
Surely forbidding me to covet greedily that cause cursings---
Please discipline me toward goals of worthy enforcings.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… propelling me to do what’s right with Your peace
Thank You for calling me to serve You, healing my laziness’ disease
Surely rescuing me out from the sorrows of futility-increase---
Please keep me prayerful so in clinging to You I won’t cease.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… pressing me to come to Your presence
Thank You for driving me toward harvest labour’s excellence
Surely nourishing me against scarcity inside Your compassion’s fence---
Please secure me by Your nurturing credence.
Lord God, You are my Giver of mercy…
… preserving me within Your commandment
Thank You for warming me with Your holiness-raiment
Surely governing me over my discontentment---
Please revive me always by Your spiritual fulfillment.
January 15, 2023
Sent to grateful receivers, tied tissue paper package
Thinnest high pitched crinkles subdue outside sound
Drama sits by desire's side, scrunched ball wreckage
Item shines silent where tempting excitement's found
Picked up then turned in tunnel light, trim translucent
Resplendent sexual asset show, shop front renowned
From suicidal prospect, she radiates ready road ahead
Track paved in pledges strictly forbidding promiscuity
Attempting claimant admits her promises are pretend
Selecting occurs in empty moments, potential aligned
Perfecting her pitch to victims strewn along spectrum
Hypergamy erects ladders, to one's class not confined
Feminine walks lace edge assurity, swish skirt pretty
Tightly tuned to humour tugging tower church chime
Sprawl peals of laughter tartan on grass sits a picnic
Intimating intentions when ecstacy resonates from loins
Parading a masquerading charm, undeniable ticked time
Dishes out affection already demised lest limitless coins
12th February
Wealth Reflects Affection
The Closed Sea
by Michael R. Burch
These are the narrows of my soul—
dark waters pierced by eerie, haunting screams.
And these uncharted islands bleakly home
wild nightmares and deep, strange, forbidding dreams.
Please don’t think to find pearls’ pale, unearthly glow
within its shoals, nor corals in its reefs.
For, though you seek to salvage Love, I know
that vessel lists, and night brings no relief.
Pause here, and look, and know that all is lost;
then turn, and go; let salt consume, and rust.
This sea is not for sailors, but the damned
who lingered long past morning, till they learned
why it is named:
Mare Clausum.
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What do you need right now?
I feel like I would enjoy a long retreat
from human voices,
a free to reverse
get out of jail vacation
from inside voices,
especially my own.
Who would keep you entertained?
Who would you listen to
with affection,
passion,
curiosity,
interest,
engagement,
immersion,
amusement,
without hearing human voices,
including your own?
Maybe I would learn to speak in squirrel scold
and nutty chatter,
in buzzing bee,
whining predative mosquito searching,
warning rattler,
purring and hissing cat,
stoned silly river sibilant
sad satiated sensory sunset
moon rise advent of enlightening mystery
surf breathing ocean, inhaling and slow shushing out
demented and delighted dreamscapes,
hawk warnings
mourning dove reassurances
Earth's undisputing stillness
still partially well
Blessing ridiculous ravens
cawing out for each other,
"Here we brazenly are, together;"
never having heard of blackbird pie,
unthinkably naive,
unspeakable joy of togathering flight
without tomorrow's forbidding consequences,
breathing in remembered fight
to outward reimagined flight.