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What about love
Is dating for fun
Being attracted to each other
Is a very interesting thing
However, if the passion fades
And the love disappears it will be boring
Just like you and your ex, you have broken up
So there is no need to keep mentioning each other
Or thinking about each other
It is meaningless and meaningless encounter
When love comes, you are together
And when the feeling is gone, you separate
Everything goes according to your own feelings
And you don't care about the feelings of the other party
If one party doesn't feel anything
The love of the other party will also be cut in half
It is forced to end like this
And there is not even a chance to appeal
It is really selfish
Love is something that cannot be explained
Sometimes the more you understand, the more you love
Sometimes the more you understand, the less you love
So it is better to enjoy life.
I dream........
Of my joyful friends and I,
Jaunting under huge umbrellas.
Laughing and going out for a pizza and chianti.
The conversations bubbling as
fresh espresso in a coffee brewer
~~~
We spoke freely on anything!
There was no such thing as
A politically correct nose-ring!
~~~
We, all of different colors and
religions.
Shared philosophy and ideas.
And of lovers and our close friends.
Lord, I miss those nights of such
gallant and loving freedom!
Now in my heart and memory,
most eternally, they safely abide.
Those special nights, beneath
Chicago's star-studded skies.
Even politically, we were not of
one party.
Lively discussions always, but with
respect and dignity.
Isn't that how America should be?
~~~
We spoke freely on anything!
There was no such thing as a
Politically correct nose-ring,
~~~
Dedicated to Pete~ thanks for decades of friendship!
12-27-2020
5/9/22
Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle to break through the coding
Something worth noting
It's harmful not beneficial, yet constant doting
Still too much gloating
Evil agendas many have been secretly promoting
Originally got to the spot by boating
Then thrown overboard now saturated and soaking
The body would be floating
Due to bloating
But it was weighed down from others hoping
It'd never see the light of day, or an investigation probing
More or less
Cause and effect
Correct, I'm still pot smoking
Go ahead and ask me how my battle with alcohol is going
I start dozing
From overdosing
Little if any good that did like loafing
And postponing
As well as screens always loading
It's a joke, no I'm not joking
Still adding fuel to the fire with prodding and poking
Eventually leading to a struggle involved with choking
For one party the outcome was croaking
A process of life and death, living or decomposing
All this goading
And foreboding
Opportunity remains yet the door is closing
Either after it or just ogling
It's pathetic or engrossing
Having to do with an article of clothing
Or a sharp point dipped in a toxic coating
Meanwhile maniacal egos they're stroking
No I'm not joking
Like all the boasting
Is there such a thing as safety when danger is always approaching?
Treated like garbage it's gross to me
In the end it always benefits them mostly
Just the truth, not looking at it morosely
Homie
Pay attention closely
Instead of overlooking it all like it's bologna
Regardless of it being clear, rainy or snowing
The wind calm or harshly blowing
You're out of the loop or knowing
Impacting how waters are flowing
Endlessly on it's growing
Radioactive and glowing
Causing harm with no chance of slowing
This is what evidence has been showing
Whether or not it is the time of gloaming
To this day still roaming
It's worldwide not just in Wyoming
Like a rabid beast at the mouth foaming
Toward their desires always combing
With missiles that are homing
With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby
in my arms asleep.
Your Father, Robert had just won California
and “on to Chicago” was his mission.
Sirhan-Sirhan., anti-Isreal, pro-Palestinian ,
shot your father in the hotel’s kitchen, near dead.
I sat in Chicago, in tearful disbelief, and all I could
feel was profoundest grief!
Screaming crowds wept as deep crimson-
warm, blood seeped from your father’s head.
And here you are now with your lovely wife and
actress, Cheryl Hines, about to follow in your
Father’s footsteps!
Your voice may sound strange as you are
affected by spasmodic dysphonia.
I am just an ordibary American because I
do not think one party is a religion whose tenets
are absolute truth.
@@ This is not an an endorsement on his campaign@@
Panagiota Romips.
As of this date, this poem has had …1,660 reads!! I congratulate all who commented, this was never a POTD or POTW. Your interest in American history is far more moving! Thanks to each who read it. Pangie.xx
This comment, posted 3/20/2024! Bless all of you.!
Re Posted 3/18/2024
If You are Having Any Doubt
By Franklin Price
01/23/2020
I have been thinking for awhile,
Few on the hill, reach 'cross the aisle.
If we are having any doubt,
Then we should vote their asses out.
Don't vote along the party line,
Always, not good, and not so fine.
Vote those who listen, side to side,
Will bring back balance, stem the tide
We should not vote one party in.
They will not listen to begin.
Will only do as they think best.
To hell with us and all the rest.
We the people, are the sheep.
We've put us here, we're in so deep.
It's up to us, to dig us out
That's what our country's all about
One voice-one line
no thoughts permitted
to reach the artist's eye
sanity thrown into a frothy fit
the press is inking lies.
One voice-one line
so, there they forever sit
void of God's golden air
deep in a muddy pit
these blossoms of despair
one party-feeding us all their $hit.
One voice-one line
heaven in the devil's grip
no hope in opaque eyes
cross-crushed master's grip
one party a million lies.
One voice-one line
on the pinball fringe
until the spirit finally tilts
madness becomes the medicine
when you run out of pills
one party-one line.
One voice-one line
the last baby dripping red
nothing left but fire n blight
spinning in your pinecone head
one party-one line.
One voice-one line
lead them to the grate
lamb throat meets the knife
truth is revealed, but it's too late
one voice-one line.
Zillion supporters screaming, a loud buzz,
Yearning to return home cheered by victory.
Xerox machines preparing the next day’s papers; Max
Wit for the shame or fame of a member of the show.
Violent vitriol from commentators like engine rev
Unites with supporters’ glee at likes of Eto’o or Kanu
To spur skill at each minute to get even one stunning stunt
Spirits soar, sink, so it is, for here serenity bores.
Roulette, lifté, counter-attack by one party raising the roar.
Quick kick! Oh no! Replay?! Why not? That must join the FAQ
Pray the corner kick slays the opponent; oh that header was sharp!
Oh he missed that goal again! No replay?! Hell no!
No! Now he’s channeled that ball too late for the man,
May the coach coach correctly and call him to quit the team!
Leave the pitch you little loss-bringing imp! LOL!
Khaki-wearing “messer” I can even get your reek!
Just as our jests are about to milk out laughs, I couldn’t find a word to end with “J”.
Instead I had a whole lot of them J-starting words. So I
Hunched to think, but then looked up at the BROOHAH:
GOAL GOAL!! Oops the scorer is the "Mr. Bug"!
Fooled? No, I’m still for him leaving,( Scoring oaf!)
Even though this elation, release and joy, came from his device!
Defensive tactics, offensive backing up, I can almost get mad
‘Cos the best defense is attack Doc!
Bye losers, we took this easy. Supporters bob
Away, and the whole stadium sleeps in the starlight bathed by mother Luna.
(c) Nyonglema
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Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
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C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
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Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
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WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
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Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
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Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
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Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
I've told-
"No, I've no past,
Yes, I've no future
I'd no the first original
and I'll haven't been the eternity;
The past never seized me and
The future cannot touch me;
In me, I am a present only
The present is my beginning and ending!
Though they advise me always-
"Learn the past but not as a foreigner
Learn the history, read the Vedas
Read the Quran to possess the heaven afterlife"
No, for the paradise in me have no interest
Yes, I've no spontaneous wish
To travel to the liberal harsh and victorious defeated field of the history
Where the imperial greed, vengeance, ferocious minds of one party destroyed the other party
No, I'm not of the Quran as well as the Vedas
Where the followers of the scriptures are busy with the greed of heaven
And judge the believers of different doctrines as hellish
That's why still I learn myself
In me, I am a present only
The present is my beginning and ending!
26.10.2020 Chattogram
The Aftermath of Midterms
By Franklin Price
11/7/2018
The aftermath of midterms
Is quickly taking shape
The Democrats have won the house
Yesterday they broke the tape
Republicans have the Senate
May have even gained a few
The question to be answered now
Is, what will this congress do?
Now that there is some balance
For the folks up on the hill
Maybe they'll think of We the People
For most of us have had our fill
Initial voices heard today
Now that all have left the polls
Until one party has it all
That will not be their goals
Attacking one another
Will be there for quite some time
No care for ones who put them there
Save that for another time
Looks like We the People
Are not the ones they care about
Now we'll have to wait 'til '20
To vote their stupid asses out
I would like to be an optimist
On the results of this last vote
And I pray it's not the way it seems
And they do not sink the boat