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Tip's of Women?
Lounge flushed
In delusion
I plays
Issues of wear
And weather's are vain
Tip's of women
Tied entrances
As low as old war
Gushes enter our floor
Isn't hours tasking?
Asnt looming often rooming
Rooms join dolls bury
Hands praying? So ways say
Papers run in the filled nights
Breaking ideas, counts, verses, checks
On tables and on the mind
City damsels, men aren't rhymes
Okay honey man
Driftwood apartments
Kevin issues jazz
You accident prone today
Chaska home
I have been behind San Francisco Paris
Says speaks for itself
Fearless abandon
Call on shores
Runned in
Hip at the door
Night the session
Strange moon wander in question
Illusive paints
Harken of tame
Tara I uncover
Repent dowry upon my branch
Eyes drafting midnight
Hourglass tarnish adventures
Lost rehearsal
Newspapers
I read a few people read the newspaper anymore
I have in the shed the English written publication going back
twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian
which no longer sell their broadsheet abroad.
Regarding the local newspaper that first was run by a Canadian
It was fun to read they even printed my eccentric views
but it has – the paper- gone down it
is aimed at the affluent
and those who play golf and the little they have of news
is invariable right winged and that is sad, and I think of any more
good dammed self-satisfied than the English community here
but the paper has its use some supermarkets give it away
for free and it is an excellent way to lit the fire in the winter.
But I lament the passing of the Guardian as broadsheet it was
more liberal than it is now and it wasn`t Russia-phobic
I read the Guardian in line every day as it is their politics
and their harping harridans aside a good newspaper.
But I`m getting off the point which is that what is written
on papers endures what’s on internet Internet disappears in a cloud.
“Heads will roll,” I heard the line boss say,
“Immigration agents checking papers today.”
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Grab your lunchbox and scram.
The office don’t give a damn.
Things are hard all over.
Clear the bar and grip the bottle tight.
Some poor mother’s son won’t make it home tonight.
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Got that saltwater thirst,
My bladder’s fixin’ to burst.
Things are hard all over.
Yankees running roughshod.
Mets are running scared.
New York Times predicts
There won’t be anybody spared.
Things are hard all over.
Magdalene’s on the corner display,
Advertising booty. Got her own bills to pay.
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
Things are hard all over (hard all over).
The little girl needs a fix
So she’s been turning some tricks.
Yeah, things are hard all over.
In 1989 a group of Phyic scientist challenged a group of botanist to a contest. They were surpossed to create
A hyro-power bus, that would be a cooling station for field workers , hot climates. The bus was to have an office ce, a dining area and a toilet and kitchen, and a window to serve drinks and food. Durning the construction of the vechile, they stumbled on some papers about space and a thirty which used solar powered engines to ride on a beam of light casted from two ends. The beam would allow the space ship to move
At very high speeds to reach targets at a speed called warp. The theory would have a beam casted from the ship to you de the ship or ships thru out space allowing the ships to go anywhere. They discovered the protypes which were ships, water vessels that looked like movie create ions, and he secretive experiment casted beams across the south PAC from c, and allowed the vessels to reach speeds never before recorded..
The language used was hard understandable by all the scientist, but the were worded to be translated into some strange language which without guidance would be hard to o understand. They wished to create a gravitational center within the ships so during the Ravel people could walk about, as normal. One paper said it found that Durning simulations larger members of the crew began losing fat, noticable in short amounts of time, making the to appear more healthy , and strong. All members began to bulk up and be healthier.
The last page in the journel spoke in words
But left little clues.
Preparing inventory
Underlying guidelines
Variable casting
Cost of inventing
Cause and effect nature
Cause and effect sceince
Cause and effect ( mean spotted)
Reburted external
Reburted interiornal
Cause and effect related to stresses of emotion
Cause and effect due to bition
Under casted
Overcast
Matching principles must include
Rightful concern
Skill counselation
Education of committee
A matter of affair
Construction
Maintance
Revered
Which than is either
Which than is neither
Conflicting interest
Resolution
Map of intentions
Probalable outcome
A matter of affair
Cause recognition
Caused championed
Resolution
Which end is destined
Reversing goals
Structural ng goals
A life starts out with love from her mother, being held and fed by no other. What if this loving mother cannot give this to her, this tiny baby now needs to survive as she makes a stir. A loving mother needs to make decisions that will cut like a knife, these decisions will effect her and her baby's life. She cannot care for her baby and must take control, fear overcomes her fragile body and soul. As her hand shakes, she must sign the papers before her heart breaks. Her loving baby girl in a pretty pink blanket all wrapped, is now being handed over to strangers like she was kidnapped.
She wonders if the truth will ever be known,
or will this new family claim her as their own.
What price can one put on a baby that came from above, what price can one put on selfless love?
Date Written: 8/9/2022
Birds,unlike humans, can fly across the barriers
Avoid the checkpoints,need no identity papers, permits
Or gold stars.
Brothers,why were you separated?
Why could Palestine not be left as one
where ,as in Andalusia before the madness
of Inquisition,you lived together 500 years of peace
Until Christian conformity and suspicion
Tormented and killed you both?
It is we you should be fighting against
Not each other
Are you our own Roman Games?
You ,in the Arena we watch on our screens
We can turn them off but you,brothers and sisters,
are still there.And your children.
What remains for any of us?
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
“I know you think that I am dead”
“I’m alive”-my auntie moaned
Or-could it be that you’re just-“Stoned”
I blinked real hard and checked my face,
Then asked, “Auntie, how’d you call this place?”
She said, “Boy, hush, don’t question grace,
They finally got Wi-Fi in this place.”
“But Heaven’s strict, the rules are known,
No matches, papers, pipes, or cones.
So if you love me, don’t ask why-
just pass a cloud up to the sky.”
Two hours before sunset
My study commence
To the table n' chair, I rivet
My green-blue orbs
Trying to absorb
The itsy-bitsy letters
printed on the papers
After one & half hour
I loose my power
I shift n sit on the bed
With all my books to read
After some more minutes
My legs extend
N finally it's time to sunset
Below the horizon, as the sun goes
Shutter of my orbs, also close
My books turns into Lordess
Magically, of wisdom & knowledge
My head on her lap
With soft n heavenly hand
She was fondling that
Showering glitzy stars from sky
Other worldly n silvery
She sings lullaby
Through her silken lips
N I fall into a deep sleep
14March 2018
Poetry contest -Lullaby in the sunset
Sponsored by -Vermillion Scythe
I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words about the controversial land. Moses was deceased, Joshua was bequeathed and mimiram joined the crew when her leprosy
came through.
I traveled to Vatican City to view the writing form the thirteenth century there were piles and piles of them standing in a row but I had nowhere to go and I could not move any of them.
I had to view them with a magnifying glass or the whole thing would have fallen apart .I walked along the Vatican city underground and there were museums all around with documents that goes back to the creation of the earth but they were all sealed up in dirt.
Something caught my eyes from the back and I continue to move my eyeball over the lines to see what historical data I could find. I just wanted to fit the pieces together until I could uncover the secrecy, and just when I thought my long search was done a cockroach crawl up from the corner and there it was staring at me, the very line that illustrate my dignity. A thousand cameras pointed at me from every angle, I could not touch or move a thing until the vessel I had memorized the plaintiff hymn.
The Priest kept juggling on the floor and the Roman soldiers keep asking for more, the theater was where it all began with a harp a violin and a harmonica riding on the gondola and singing a song. They were all playing for me as the discovery breaks the bonds of history to uncover an age-old mystery, the authentic crowd docked on the other side while I continue to hold up my pride and the gondola drift.
I try to fit the piece together so I went on a hurricane ride and landed in Peru and made my way to the city of Cuzco to connect the dots and explore the salt mine of maras and when I got what I wanted I made my way to France and visit the Mount Blanc and made a bond with Eifel tower. When the research was over, I clocked in nine hundred million dollars for a Zig Zag line and a marking on a cave that was divine.
And so the evidence was right in front of me to prove the murder in the first degree and a global fraud in the second degree. You must make haste and come and see me.
In yesterday of yore, tangled in solicitous love
I was once a child.
Laughter and Joy
Fairy tales and toys.
I wondered why..the sun was yellow.
Books, papers, pens and crayons.
I wondered why....the sky was blue.
Pebbles, sticks, sand and clay.
I wondered why... clouds were white.
Cookies, muffins, cakes and candy.
I wondered why... butterflies danced.
Running, Cycling, playing in courtyard.
I wondered... so many why's....
The day light kindred dramas...
The dark night film theatres..
Reality apparelled in Adventures and Action .
Wind of dreams in my heart..
Fire of fear in my mind...
I stepped into the bridge of teenage.
I could see on the other side far away
A sceptical Adult...
I just wondered why....
I could no longer throw a tantrum and cry.
2nd December, 2018
Submitted to the My Youth Poetry Contest
Sponsor Craig Cornish