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The death of once-great swans I oft' lament;
and ask in vain, “Where have all the bards gone?”
No more are written lines as eloquent
as in the days of Poesy's ancient dawn,
when Homer sung the epic war for Troy,
and the odyssey of a Greek-hero king;
or, when the poet Petrarch sung for joy
of Laura, his love; and Dante, whose dayspring
of the heart was Beatrice. The Romantics
of bygone days, alas, are forgotten!
The lyric odes of Keats, the Byronics
of George Gordon, are now misbegotten
by great reams of abysmal, free-verse styles
today ill-writ by mental juveniles.
The Santa Claus parade's in town,
the streets are lined with joyful smiles.
Just look around; there's not a frown,
the Santa Claus parade's in town.
With snowflakes gently tumbling down,
bands march in their different styles.
The Santa Claus parade's in town,
the streets are lined with joyful smiles.
Bands march in their different styles,
with floats and animal balloons.
Stretching along for many miles,
in clusters and single files.
To the delight of juveniles,
waving like a bunch of buffoons.
Bands march in their different styles,
with floats and animal balloons.
Waving like a bunch of buffoons,
marching clowns precede Santa's sleigh.
And carolers sing Christmas tunes,
dressed in top hats and pantaloons.
A way to spend your afternoons,
welcoming thoughts of Christmas day.
Waving like a bunch of buffoons,
marching clowns precede Santa's sleigh.
(Intertwining Triolet)
12/6/2017
In robes of empathy, a judge should stand,
Learning mental struggles, extending a hand,
Understanding the pipeline's unjust strife,
For underprivileged souls, a chance at life.
No bail bondsman's grip, a system redefined,
Where fairness and justice are closely aligned,
Juveniles, tender hearts, scarred by the past,
Guidance and understanding, to heal and hold fast.
With wisdom and care, these wounds they'll address,
Through patient discussions, the pain they'll assess,
No father figure's absence to define their fate,
But mentorship and love, helping them navigate.
A courtroom transformed, compassion as a guide,
Breaking chains of injustice, where destinies collide,
Each decision made, reflects a compassionate art,
A judge who mends souls and mends every heart.
THIS IS TO DRAW ATTENTION TO AMERICA
SO THAT WE AS AMERICAN CAN CREATE
HAVENS FOR BOTH VICTIMS AND
THOSE CONVICTED OF SEXUAL ABUSE.
ALLOWING THE FORMATION OF A UNION
THAT SEND LITERATURE AND ADVICES
THOSE SEX OFFENDERS LIVING
IN AMERICA OF THEIR RIGHTS TO
RECEIVE WHAT'S REQUIRED OF THEM
FROM THE STATE IN WRITING ONCE A YEAR.
THERE RIGHTS TO HAVE AFFORDABLE HOUSING MADE
AFFORDABLE TO THEM.
" SQUEALER LAWS, TO ADVICE PEOPLE
OF TROUBLE MAKERS WHO GIVE INSTRUCTION TO PEOPLE
TO CAUSE A CRIME TO OCCUR.
ALLOWS PEOPLE TO REPORT FAMILIES WHO ALLOW INSTRUCTION
TO PEOPLE TO ALLOW A SEX CRIME TO OCCUR.
AND NEW LAWS THAT ALLOW SEX OFFENDERS
TO WORK
AND WORK WITHOUT THE RISK OF BEING
HARRASSED.
AND RESTORATION OF DIGNITY LAWS
THAT ALLOW SEX OFFENDERS
TO MARRY WITHout BEING HARRASSED
BY PEOPLE.
have studies that draw attention to facts of matter...so that people are able to identify those how are
the most likely to stalk, harass,or run-schemes on sexoffenders.
LAWS THAT THAT MAKES THOSE IN THE MEDICAL FIELD
MORE ACCOUNTABLE, WHEN TREATING SEX OFFENDERS
have studies that identify traits in families that give order to allow sex offenses to occur.
BY HAVING THEM TO MAKE OFFENDERS AWARE OF THE REQUIREMENTS BY PAPER AND CERTIFIED MAIL.
AND LAWS THAT ALLOW SEX OFFENDERS TO HAVE THE CORRECT WORDS
TO DEFEND THEMSELF IN COURT.
PROVIDING SAFE HAVENS FOR SEX OFFENDERS FROM ROGUE PEOPLE WHO ARE AT LIBERTY TO EXPLOIT THEM.
ALLOWING PEOPLE O RECOGNIZE JUVENILES WHO BULLY THEMSELVES
LAWS THAT END THE GANGLIONESS GET'EM BOYS ATTITUDE THAT ALLOWS
ROGUE FACTIONS TO CAUSE OTHER PEOPLE TO BECOME OFFENDERS.
Maybe i should become a toad,
And lurk in the british embassy.
Among the chairs and heart-broken files,
Sitting on millions of deflowered flies.
Then when they're boarding the plane
Will i hop and hop towards them.
And as they often do to me
Will they ignore and erect their attention.
And then will i climb the stairs,
And saunter till i get up there.
And beneath one of their shoes
will i shelter. That my safety can
in Joyful dreg abound. Then as
The plane takes off,will i be
elated,to behold Washington.
But what if he steps on me?
What if...? What will i do?
If i am a Jelly-Fish,
Glowing in pride beneath the sea.
And my existence is special,
To tamkalash and all disgusting folks?
Then will i swim from Nigeria,
To different parts of the world.
And as the dawn dawn will i
transform,when Washington is
Wrought in my sight.
But what if a wanderer wanders
to my path,coupled with his prey holder,
To withheld breath from me?
What if he catches me in his net?
What if...? What will i do?
Oh i know! I'll bid my worms.
Till i become an eagle.
And i'll soar and soar from
coast to coast,ridges to ridges,
Hills to hills,mountains to
mountains,valleys to valleys,
stream to stream and after
the long and streneous adventure.
Will i be elated by glittering roads,
flowered streets,virgin cars,
pleasant houses,gorgeous damsels,
diligent Juveniles,rigid electricity.
Boasting companies- Washington's regalias.
Then will i mount on a fig tree,
And transform to the real me.
And measure the beauty of the land,
With my heart,eyes and hands.
But what if as i soar in pride
My rival denies me of my stand?
What if her air blows pass me
And press breath out of my heathen draws?
Or if a egg-bellied littlun,
Fed with curry goats points his arrow
To make of me a fun?
What if he aim at me?
What if he aimed right?-
Heaven forbid!,stop thinking that way.
But what if?
What if....? What will i do?
But of onething i'm i sure,
And to my moistured heart is it pure.
That before the death of this year,
Loose the knot,i'll be there!
17:26:08:20:43
The Golden Hour
They waited for golden hour with glee,
And some people with gloom.
Juveniles were excited for the first,
minds already drifting elsewhere.
The streets filled with gentle migration-
someone rushing towards their loved ones
And some grudging to solitude.
Yet the night didn't ask who carried joy
And who carried quiet heart.
Cafe blooms with chatters,
while dim room cradle the sound of silence.
The night opens its arm to everyone-
the tired, the eager, the heart broken, the hopeful,
yet each walks into it alone
searching for what the week didn't give.
Time is quintessential of those changes,
Yet none gave thought to it.
They were busy in the life hustle,
well immersed in the endless bustle.
Time moved with silent patience
Unnoticed, yet immense.
Transmogrify the sensationalist
An astute ableism of absolution and idiocy
Divine demeaning meanings demoralizing democracy
Through persuasive procrastination and promiscuity
Festering fragmented feelings forgiven for failing
Jailing juveniles jealously just for jokes
Writing worrisome wit without witnesses to worry
Original orange and ornate operations
While whittling away wisdom in the White House
Tear apart traditionalism and tribalism
Innocent eyes are protuberant eyes
Observing awful atrocities at times absently
Transmogrify the sensationalist
That sensationalist is now president
Sitting on a throne of falsities and blatant lies
Reject form and comprehension of standardized realities
Garnish lies with a touch of fear
And it's gourmet for the uneducated
Saunter and swagger through scandal
All the while destroying those who granted you platform
Normal is abnormal and abnormal is normal
Forget saving the system we must destroy it
And build it back up from scratch
IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP AMERICA
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
Transmogrify the sensationalist
And even the devil blushes
Transmogrify the sensationalist
By waking up America
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
It's time to wake up, America!
Juveniles are likely the ones to do something stupid when the police are in pursuit. Climbing on railcars, parked where the lumber yard and stockyards are served, on a late spring evening as a self-imposed dare is something fun to get away with. But when your friend reports that the cops are coming and you scamper towards home, the adrenaline surge fuels stupid maneuvers. An abrupt U-turn at the edge of a building, I swung my left leg and made full-throttle contact with the rolled edge of metal feed trough resulting in a bone-deep gouge along my knee cap. I limped home, lifted my pant leg to see the blood stream being soaked up by my sock and to my surprise I rather calmly announced to my mother that I needed to go the hospital.
Our bubble of life in this vast Universe
A planet so dear, Natures from birth
She really is all that we know
But we know there are others
As our telescopes show
Named after Mythical gods, from our Human past
But these names will be known as long as we last
These gas giants and the terrestrials
Will become street talk in future juveniles
Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars
Lets visit the above in space like cars
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus - Neptune
Before we go, lets stop off at the moon
The daddy of them all
The mother off all planets
The daughter has lost
The Sun has won it
How can it be, that this tremendous glow
Never strikes, or never goes slow
What will we do when she tires out
If you have the answer, please give me a shout
So remember, hey future when we pass them in cars
Their more important than us, they are the Stars
They are there for a reason, we just have not reached
But ancestors of our past, they did so preach.
Virtue and innocence,
Stolen when parents put
a child’s emotions on a fence.
A teacher by day,
A babysitter when my friend who is a widower
needs to get away,
Goodness and purity,
My niece loves security,
An angel to the lost,
Devotion is shown without a cost,
They may not be my offspring,
However, I love them with my everything,
They may not be my juveniles,
But I guide them through all life’s trials,
Children are a gift from God,
The ones in my life have had it hard,
I treat each one with tender care,
Let them know I will always be there,
Lessons need to be learned,
Even children’s relationships get burned,
Guidance needs to be bestowed,
A bond where they don’t feel alone on their road,
Impartation and constant evaluations,
Instruction and exposure,
The children in my life needed a sense of closure,
So many are abused,
Their parents seem to have misused,
I am a mommy to many,
Making sure that they have plenty,
There curiosity and desires,
Help me feel inspired,
Breathing new hope and life within,
Showing them life can be better
then how it did begin,
Making music out of a mess,
Helping to put pieces back together so they can rest,
Restoring broken dreams,
Watching them glisten and glean,
Speaking life into the areas that were dead,
Healing hearts and heads,
Letting gardens arise,
Where weeds paralyzed,
My children teach me every single day,
To appreciate my life,
Even when I feel dismayed,
For someone has it worse,
This is not some silly verse,
love can heal broken wings,
embrace a child,
watch the song they will sing.
By: sabina Nicole