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Those city's snowfalls in January
come down to earth surprisingly...
to induce an ideal stillness,and make
with an impressive effect,
lovely sceneries to be instilled
inside the inquisitive and perceptive mind!
Fluffy and swirling snowflakes
give glitter and beauty
to lifeless and drooping trees
sheltering the holly's shrubs,
which are fearful of showing entirely
their frozen berries;
and who isn't happier than
a fumbling mockingbird...
vanquishing danger
and not being heard?
Hill tops are swarmed by teens
so confident and daring...
while sliding downhill
on snowboards delirously
and whenever they come to a stop:
they are shouts and cheers
so encouragingly;
imagine life without them:
neither joy or event
will be rembered by us,
who cherished the thrill
of those days when we laughed a lot!
The tallest pine trees,ever to grow,
attract birds needing shelter and more...
and to hear and see swift blue-jays humming
their harmonious and cheerful notes,
while fleeing brench to brench,
is so inspiring and heart-warming...
not ever lamenting winter's pinch,
rather celebrating life with gladness!
Those city's snowfalls in January
are unique,pretty and breatless
as we draw ourselves closer to Nature...
when tranquillity is there to conquer us;
and we lose ourselves into it with ardor...
to amend our neligence and feel serenity!
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse ejaculation) beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
Paternal Link Forfeited And Forsaken!
Irreparable father/daughter bond,
particularly with eldest an ache
that reinforces inadequacy,
keeps yours truly awake,
more so now versus
countless years elapsed,
when cherished bond did break
since ample hours prevail,
while said progeny
(i.e. star student) diligently accomplishes,
successful swansong swimmingly
freestyle with her (man) drake
near perfect match, who will never
induce emotional earthquake,
perhaps most readers would
write me off as a flake,
whose offspring (averred
same one) understandably
discarded every keepsake
from this papa, who reckons
this boomerang fallout,
finds me gasping for air as if
drowning in a murky lake
and airs woe, which crimps
self assessment make
king (mentally revisiting trysts),
an irreversible mistake
promulgating additional regret
atop how I did muckrake
a chunk of existence,
without revealing namesake
of responsive gals, whose
memory of concupiscence,
which might be dulled and opaque
I hold myself myself totally culpable
enduring (just dessert -
yeah....actually cake)
since impetus emanated squarely
on these slumped shoulders
torturous punishment doth rake
hot coals over blistering soul
some days...not caring
if aye live or die
although deliberate demise, would shake
into bajillion jagged fractures,
the mental health of youngest
(no matters rarely sees her
papa...professes unbreak
cobble love (undeserved),
thus asper daily effort
to expunge grievousness
self inflicted, which
nobody can unmake...
(also upon spousal) hurt
I reckon...my "FAKE"
short lived Casanova days
will keep this bloke wide awake
even after gratefully dead.
even scrunching brow
defeats and doth be lie
this one measly mortal well nigh
tuckered out on par with calculating pi
tangential to asking if and/or
how i can access
fullest potential...say to write
about with the aid of symbols
i.e. letters to expound on an idea trite
or one that confounded mankind
many millenniums or quite
sum indeterminate orbits 'round el sol,
no ability within this mite
ova reproductive happenstance (yes me),
whom ye could tell go fly a kite
for inducing confusion,
but the nature of this har re: beast
with a little insight
gripped, harangued, rankled,
et cetera, thus communicates
hello or goodnight,
which understandable
simple words may not excite
as quotidian oft repeated philosophical
mental challenges
i didst expend effort to cite,
which mind exercises offers
no exit, ouch that doth byte
and if subjected to a brain scan
would blind technicians
and set alight
frenzied uproar amidst *****Sapiens
via intense thinking to induce blind
ness flailing at feeling trapped
asper being teased at find
ding no beginning
or end like a mobius strip
analogous to space/ time continuum
that little effort could
blow a fuse in the mind.
adieu: from matthew scott harris
hook halls schwenksville, pennsylvania
hiz home tow win.
Was a virgin
long time
waited until he
pulled back that veil
He kissed me for the first time.
Never wanted to be
Handled nor touched
Became weak, for the musk of him.
Through him, I learned to trust
again.
I could tell by his smell
His chemistry intrigued me.
loved to cuddle
Under him for the foreplay.
Never wanted to go all the way.
I awakened to his flavor
I could savor in his touch
He brought out that
Streak in me, that freak in me
My natural ability;
That only he could induce.
He squeezed the juice
From my fruit.
No one else could do it.
In another place in time
Our signals were aligned
He then becomes aloof to our truth.
Time passed I could inhale
No one else, they were never
Fresh, always stale.
I stayed in celibacy
Wrestled with that
Spirit in me.
Nearly twenty years without
Sharing sheets.
Re-virgin, for certain
Repulsed by mankind
Turned my head away
When people spoke to me;
Repulsed by air stirred by any
Other human beings.
He found me unchanged
Waiting to inhale,
His fragrant smell.
Settled in, he began
To make me laugh again.
He sighted the truth in my eyes
I could not hide what was inside.
There was a rumbling within;
My eager freak met
Him tit for tat.
He touched places
And I touched him back.
He erotically awakened,
All that was at stake.
Holding back nothing.
I am his escalated freak
Born again from
The abstinence, I withheld.
Born again from his
Intoxicating smell.
There was a streak in me.
And only he—could bring
Out that freak in me.
He is my spirituality
I love him religiously.
.... and I be born again.
And all is well.!
1/1/23
The message unclear or written in blue marker
The sky lit up or grew darker
Get it done with my mind or a huge hammer
Matter soon scatters
When I transform from Bruce Banner
For the corrupt and greedy pockets grew fatter
As they kept on with rude manners
Many seeked a few answers
Like why does so much still induce cancer?
Still too many who slander
Near endless group chatter
There's still so much I've got to do after
I handle these brute bastards
While dodging any acute hazards
No matter if I got to move backwards
The story will never be covered by newscasters
For more or less
This was not all in accordance
Of matters ranging in importance
I struggled with fourpence
My heart inside a fortress
Because of all these dark forces
As time courses
I have to get involved to stop this horse
Instead of just painting portraits
No more being caught in a vortex
Being torn and stressed
Back in the groove
Less attitude
More gratitude
As I roam about different longitude and latitude
I took it to a higher amplitude
With aptitude
There is still much I have to do
I'll tell you something that is true
Even though it hurts, my heart has always had room
For love, but not anymore bad news
Ah damn dude
Now I'm in a sad mood
Time races onward, never slowing down.
A tireless force that we cannot confound.
We run and chase, but it's always ahead.
A marathon we'll never fully tread.
We race against time with each passing day.
Trying to induce the most of every single way
We strive for success, for love, and for meaning.
I'm hoping that our lives will have an Elysian ending.
But time keeps ticking without a pause or rest.
It's a constant reminder that we're not the best.
We grasp our youth fades, our wrinkles grow deep,
And we realize that time is a promise we can't keep.
So, we live each moment with passion and grace.
Embracing the beauty of life's fleeting pace
We cherish our loved ones and the memories we make.
Finding joy in the journey, not just the destination's sake,
Time may be fleeting, but our legacy remains.
A reflection of love and joy sustains.
Abide dear grace wit highs that shows:
Hurl a deep rhyme where love now heals,
Yield a calm face that shines and glows;
Make clear the chimes that touch and thrill,
Now in this space of certain time.
Lift then the tears that cause much pain,
Yes in fond trace let form seed mime;
Rush joy to cheer poise that sparks gain,
Induce my heart to know the truth;
Calm in pure flow can show the way.
Stillness greets art in living proof,
Oblige the flow with gentle play;
Nurture the nudge of inner thought,
Glimpses now touch that placid lot.
Leon Enriquez
03 November 2016
Singapore
Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.
Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing 'Super Elite 4' when they might be watching
'The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle the Moose.'
Some highly-paid accountants play with their clients' numbers, fast and loose,
As weight-loss specialists do patients' expanding waistlines fail to reduce.
More and more often gynecologists must early labor unexpectedly induce,
So that a healthy, social-media-acceptable baby be rapidly produced.
Romantic poets with winsome words do their audiences seduce,
Since philosophers do airtight, logical conclusions no longer deduce.
Injun squaws are still known to carry their young ones in a papoose.
Whereas a hanging by a noose is a custom quite understandably out of use.
And, of course, the current Oval Office Occupant continues to rule the roost
By tweeting, texting, and twittering a refuse-storm gallopingly profuse.
Which all leads to the inevitable, inescaple, perhaps irrefutable con-cluse
That some people will and others won't throw up their hands, saying
"What's the Use?!"
Our amazing age has been called both uncertain and troublesome,
and with all the advances and discoveries,
many still refuse to believe that God exists;
gold is avariciously kept by the wealthy, not released to feed anyone!
They march to a warfare beat, to invade, to defeat and mercilessly loot;
and will their militia be strong enough to hold back the armies
of the glorious Christ appearing in the noon's golden clouds?
All the prophesies came to pass, and this one will, too!
The destructive forces, not yet known to Man's blurred mind,
can desolate entire cities and destroy disobedient Nations;
the Black Death that rampaged and terrified Europe can't be compared to this!
But to cause confusion and death, the Anti-Christ must usurp and fight!
What greater pangs are more real than the ones to come in the latter days?
The life-giving sun will sink into the depths of the inscrutable Universe,
and the lovely stars will not appear at night;
that total darkness will induce immense fright!
The prophecies that have come to pass...were completely ignored,
and others more frightful are unfolding before these very eyes;
how long can we not discern their real message and realize
that every Biblical event was foretold by the prophets of old!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci