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microsoft dictation poem part two
When to the house
and your lunch
had a good lunch
when the two D. Meyer
we are only eight at the red cross
to the I had a BLT
center with each 10 home
to ensure came home
at 230 and we walked
back to the house
did was a very hot air
to move the best way
to beat the fencing guy
Go to End
can show them the fencing edition
about $4000 or so
came home to a
Her and then run back home
Had celebrated for dinner
and wash two episodes of a series of unfortunate events
than started reading The two men
To the house
and the DM 2 me
the pay
for its then
Go to End
go to the paint shop
to buy more pain
noses were very first
Go to End
had too old
to be in this meet pizza.
Go to End
Went out at 8 am
to the house to meet
had too old to be in this meet pizza
have peace of for dinner
go to Sly and the Family Stone Yes No?
Play Summer Time in the City Yes
the painters
then walked to the Paint Shop
the in the top of the state intends
the the the the the the the
Pizza
Dinner salad
Say number okay 4444
6666
2222
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Save Changes Journal Yes No
Can’t complete last command
Undo command
Can’t save
Came back from the upper
the painting works great
progress
is how so
in a very hot as hell
bent tonight
will go to trade for Jones
for home to home
Number of records by second baseman from voting
and an batteries for remote control
shown
or just for a number of town hall
Hot as hell, emotions fire the flames,
Nervous about meeting doctors, nurses,
Curtain separates them from congregation,
The veil is not torn in two, but steamy adulation,
Courts their friendship sessions to distance,
Bible fanatic from mum, with a secular pretence:
Stationed to obey that mile that you go,
Faithful to womb child who does overthrow,
That divine validation of mundane everyday life,
Which never does blot his copybook, he’s your invisible wife,
Just because nothing bad happens, then he’s loving,
To be a feature of your relationships and thinking,
So good to give you a furtherer of your animations,
So fine to set converts and following by time within your devotions:
Baby born, and the first thing they said was Jesus!
But I did adjust like a jet, right arm spasm, religion to suss,
Because i had not related perfectly to my mum at all in her beauty,
By getting into a tizzy, a fix about her vaginal cavity:
The umbilical chord did suffocate around my neck,
Three times, and three times to many, ‘cos i hit the deck,
Put in an incubator, a machine my life to sustain,
Where i didn’t depend on maternal caresses to obtain,
That blooming continuation that does greatly assure you of your future,
You expectations, your understandings and boundaries to nurture;
The machine of oxygen and warmth did suffice,
To love this new born child as cold as ice,
To spiritual things and to worlds unknown,
By humankind who only know hell when it’s thrown;
And as I did lurk in my hospital bedroom, or ward,
Like a businessman who is playing the sure investment card:
I wished so much that black book to just disappear,
As it only wrought despair, anxiety and tumultuous fear;
My parents friends, stone cold as delinquent thieves,
Prayed though those days as they sang “Bringing In The Sheaves,”
Whilst appendices of nurses added that they’d do,
Convincing my parents, including doctor-trained dad, that I’d pull through,
They just read the bible to me, over and over,
Through glass ventilator, that separator which did cover,
Happy as chuck, pleased as punch and relaxed enough, in that clever machine,
I clearly didn’t see what they did mean,
Because I was dressed in the NHS, nothing less,
Never this sin to render or confess.
Dashing through the sand on a hot Australian day over the dunes we go laughing all the way
Riding on our boards down the dunes we slide watch out for the snakes and things and hope we don’t collide
Oh, Jingle Bells, it’s hot as hell sliding all the way having fun - in the sun on this Christmas day - hey
Jingle bells, it’s hot as hell the beach is where we play in the sun, splashing fun on this Christmas day
Having fun, in the sun the Aussie Christmas way.
Eyes they sparkled infused with life
Your very soul my guiding light
Impish smile that sealed the deal
My heart restored by words surreal
Loving heart so warm and true
You shelter my hurts that's what you do
That smile that makes my body ache
Laughter between us burns it radiates
George and Gracie their love we exude
Honey you're nuts I love you it's true
Loving support selfless so you
My rock so strong that's what you do
Charming as Bond but sexier than AL
I can tell you Honey you're hot as hell
Your moves they lift my spirit high
Your song you sing is my favourite lullaby
Your home you lovingly so graciously share
I feel so protected safe in your care
I Love You!
Your my guardian angel
My best friend
My treasure
My true find
Honey I thank you!
God Bless you,
sweet kisses
I sign
xoxo
The throne of babylon is falling
their gold is melting can you hear them bawling
fire is burning hot as hell
some can neither buy nor sell
the mark in their hand they do not dread
half of them have it in their head
the beast they worship is the evil one
his armies gather at armageddon
its all in the bible and shall come to pass
the world awaits the nuclear blast
the throne of babylon is falling
their skin is melting they keep on bawling
Will they rue what they've sown, before this last reaping
tears drip from their souls as children lay weeping
His full wrath was poured out, the judgement had come
a new world was birthing, the mystery was done
We're having friends for dinner on Saturday
Well we're not actually having them for dinner!
That statement implies that we're cannibalistic
And our list of friends would get thinner!
We drive on a parkway and park on a driveway
This play on words sure can confuse
If teachers taught, why don't preachers praught?
One moose, two meese, how do we choose?
Make amends always seems to be plural
Can't we make one amend I'd like to know!
One tooth, two teeth, why not one booth two beeth?
And why shouldn't you pick your seat at a show?
A slim chance and a fat chance mean the same
But a wise man and a wise guy are opposites
The weather is either hot as hell or cold as hell
I know it's confusing but don't take a fit!
This English language can be oh so confusing
It can drive you to distraction at times
But try to learn Chinese or Mandarin my friend
You'll realize the English language is divine!
©Jack Ellison 2012
When the weather's boiling hot,
Fans won't really help a lot.
Then I'm sure you'd want to be
In a room that has A/C.
But when temps are not extreme,
Fans are better than they'd seem.
From them, gentle breezes flow,
Helping comfort levels grow.
Ceiling fans, I think, are best.
I have some; you might have guessed.
As they spin, their blades provide
A breath of Nature, brought inside.
Fans in windows help as well,
Long as it's not hot as hell.
Place a tall fan on the ground;
It will move the air around.
At this moment, as I write,
I'm receiving, with delight,
Cooling breezes, sweet caresses,
From the job my fan addresses.
I prefer this fan-fed air.
With A/C it can't compare;
But when the summer heat starts winning,
Then, alas, my fans stop spinning.
The heart feels cold as the storms come in to add to the ice
The winds of change are coming in like a cold fire
What are these storms as they have come in like agents of Vice
Are these people trying to set my heart on a pyre
My hands are only warm when I leave the chamber of the dark
Coen once asked about the bells ringing
How it makes me feel the joy of a Meadowlark
As I see her face and keep singing
In the freezer I feel the calm energy of the cold breeze
Without you I feel the winds of ice being in the spirit
Maybe this time my heart will not succumb to the freeze.
It is the Spirit!
My heart feels cold as ice and hot as hell
You have brought my heart into warmth my beautiful Bell
I want you in every manner
Hot as hell and yet celestial
I need you every hour
As mundane and extraterrestrial
I want you as monks want to pray
And to reverence sacred things
I need you still as a prey
And as predators devour things
You'll have me as the cloud
Gentle, calm, slow and still
I need you not too loud
But you need not be quiet still
You'll have me as demons sent
To possess anything
You'll have me as a saint
That worships a holy being
I'll come to you as a tourist
Exploring all; ancient and modern
You'll have me as a florist
Who loves to tender his lovely garden
I see you as a beast
'Cause you devoured every bit of me
Yet I see you as my feast
For the satisfaction you give to me
© Kanu Ekpezu
I thought it was that simple,
loving you beyond your fears,
beyond your past boundaries,
creating lifetime memories,
that don’t feel like they’ll break,
becoming writers of our own love story,
with no past interrupting the ink,
That was the beauty of fantasy,
when I come to think of it,
I thought it would be that simple.
I’m sorry
for the chaos of the storm
before the earth could breathe again,
Can you see the beauty of the rainbow,
or are your eyes still fixed on the rain?
I’m sorry for being the man
carrying ghosts of men I never met,
I feel them in the way you hesitate,
in the space between us
when I get too close.
I’m sorry that love met you through your fears,
your sorrows sitting in your eyes
before the tears even fall.
I’m sorry,
I thought it was going to be that simple.
Your heartbeat stutters under my hand,
like it doesn’t trust the moment.
Your sight of love is a frosted glass,
you look at me
like I’m already fading.
The true colors of love,
you’ve seen them twisted,
stepped over, trespassed.
I read the tread patterns of your past
in every step you take away from me.
You smile
like you’re waiting for me
to prove you right.
I’m sorry
I thought it was going to be that simple.
I’m sorry that I arrived after the chaos,
after the shouting stopped,
after love already learned
how to hurt you.
But nature is never broken,
the sky is still blue,
the earth is still round,
winter still cold as death,
summer still hot as hell.
So tell me,
is true love still the same,
or does it change shape
in the hands of those
who stopped believing in it?