Long Personality Poems
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Your legit style rox!!! Oh pahlease
It's incredible 2 c...learning to spell modernly, but I feel uncomfortable typing like that because it's my grammar nazi pet peeve -
You've two diff'rent sox and all that funky jazz
You'll be missed! We kissed...you read me like a series of books, not caring much about my adorbz looks
Sorree if I gawt you piss'd; sorry, ma'am or sir
Think u gawt the gist! you know my personality like I've handed you a list and you memorized it
My hart needs a fix...you haven't seen the best in me...you don't even know half of me...you can't tell I'm hurting because I hide the pain with a mask of smiles
Stix 'n stones may brake my bones; I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure
Did sum selfie pix !! Say cheese! Now, that's the spirit, sport! Let's be neighbor friends, no longer strangers from afar...come on, don't be shy - I won't bite and that's no lie; my oh my worthwhile words...
25-12-2025
God comes in 3 and in 1
He works hard with His team-mates
Displaying no quarrel dawn
To dusk He cooperates
With the others in a form
He’s chosen to reach the goals
He set for earth to reform
He plays all different roles
As the Father the Son and
The holy Spirit He does
This at all times to expand
With great ease and yet no fuzz
But align with what the Lord
Wants one personality
In sync like strings in a chord
They have one mentality
Like an equilateral
They rely on each other
Showing no collateral
Damage that never bother
Jesus is God He once lived
Among us all, clothed in flesh
Yet He was never deprived
Of Holy Spirit they mesh
And through Him all existed
Some of us refuse to see
These facts which can’t be twisted
He spoke and earth came to be
Santa’s little granddaughter was named Little Mim
Her adorable personality had an enormous hold on him
She was sassy and fun, and loved him ever so much
He had sixty-five photos of her on his kitchen hutch.
Little Mim’s curly hair was a treat to the reindeer crew.
They wanted to touch it, acted like it was fresh and new.
She loved the elves, and visited them in the work shop.
They watched her twirl, dance, sing, jump, skip and hop.
Little Mim brought such joy to the North Pole.
All of the workers loved her curious soul.
They taught her to make the toys, and wrap them too.
They loved everything about her, she was never blue.
Santa bragged so much about his granddaughter to others.
They rolled their eyes behind his back, and these were his brothers.
Never appreciating anything he did, not understanding him.
They also could not appreciate the adorable Little Mim.
Things don't always have to make sense because no one makes the rules
I can say and do things the way i want because i do what I choose
God has given me free will so who are you to take that away
There is no established rules when it comes to what i do and say
There does exist a right way but i want to take a different route
That's what makes us different from what comes up out of our mouths
What i do may not makes sense to you because that's what makes me, me
No two people are the same so you may not could see what i see
What you find tacky and ugly i might find as a treasure
What you find boring and sad might bring me untold pleasure
No one can dictate or tell another how to be
The one dictating might care a lot while the other one is care free
I'm easily amused and happy and can see a whole lot out of nothing
Just because a person has their ducks in a roll don't mean they actually have something
Maybe i like being weird and i might at times seem dense
But i really don't care that much about everything making sense.
This is a land of metronome duality.
We’re cowed by sun, then huddle in the dark.
Here shrubs and lizards eke, with bleak frugality,
a living that’s both passionless and stark.
But I’m from England. When parched cyclones rake
white dust in sterile spirals, I delight
in half-remembered rainclouds, and I ache
to bathe again in subtle, muted light.
She’s of this place. Her personality
is elemental, primitive, opaque.
At first, this strangeness, far from seeming trite,
is what caused fierce attraction to ignite.
But now I doubt her crude tonality
transcends the cold hypnosis of the snake.
Is my writing only good when I’m drowning?
When I’m down to my knees and my soul shouts heal
Is my happiness on only when I’m socializing?
When I cry of laughter only so my sad tears can be sealed
Is my depression the only motive of my paintings?
When I pour into a canvas only so my ideas can be cleared
Are those same ideas present with my happy self?
If not, who am I when I’m happy?
Is my tongue only flexible when I’m faking?
When I play with sweet words only so that my façade can be shielded?
Is this double sword personality of mine the only way to be acceptable?
If it is, is this fair to my heart? To my brain? To my body?
Is it fair to me? Or even to them?
Or is it the hidden rule played by the elite?
Electric cars
I have always liked cars and like driving often for pleasure
I like the many styles of cars, from Mercedes to Lada,
I have driven both, and apart from the hard seat
I do have a soft
for the Lada; as for Mercedes, it doesn't need my write-up
to know apart from being stylish, it also has a used car value
the misunderstood Lada had.
Lately, cars tend to look like one another, hatchback and small
4 wheel drives pretending to be muscular
of the many cars, few are made in the USA, until recently
now we have Tesla, big, smooth, and artless, designed by
a computer and a hundred technicians in white coats
it is said:" Too many cooks spoil the broth."
I stop with my small Mercedes that has a high seat and clear
View at a roundabout waiting to go, Tesla inches forward
looking like an elegant lady who has paid for her beauty
by sacrificing her womb, no one will remember her when
something new appears, and it will!
I have had many cars, bought for their charm sometimes
they broke down, but they had what Tesla did not
Personality!!!
She is popular no doubt
In the fray of every conversation
Interested in everyone’s story
Flitting around the room injecting optimism
Instilling hope
A sanguine personality with pizazz
I follow her as she work the room
Charisma on fire
Charming them like a faerie riding a monarch
Her tittering laugh grates me
She is the original Pollyanna
Giving them all a piece
She is the leader of the room
We all know.
It is as obvious
Her engaging wit
And talent for loving everyone
Keeps her energy twirling in every direction.
Exhausted watching her,
I look for a corner and sit.
Quietly unobserved,
Invisible
Which is where she finds me
To lift me up and engage me in conversation.
Her keen eye
And caring ways
Are drawn to disengagement
As a hawk is drawn
To a skirmish
Running full out toward it.
Sanguine. Nothing like it!
While watching my parents being mugged and killed
At age thirty-one my calling was revealed
Got bitten by a rare deadly bug
While surviving a nuclear blast so snug
In a exploding toxic waste dump
As a comic meteor from outer space bumps
Than slams down to earth in front of my face
As the Sun's solar flare burns me in place
While I constantly am being zapped gory
By strange energy from a mad scientist laboratory
Of an intention gone bad but meant to be good
This stuff can't even happen in Hollywood
Of course this little mishap is for the best
Because you now know the rest
Just give me the mask, cape, tights and ring
Now I'm doing the Super Hero Thing
Vision of a thousand eagles
Able to smell with the might of a hungry beagle
Hearing keen, good looks and clean
I can do this Super Hero Thing
Strenght, as strong as a mighty hurricane
Both weak and strong know my Super Name
Invisable if the need and super fast with super speed
Fighting crime, the evil and those with greedy greed
Save the world by saving the sexy pretty girls
There are fringe benefits saving the world
Than loving them in my known name
Super Heros know no shame
Can transform and can fly being good is my high
Using super gadgets and with super powers I thrive
Save the world daily and through the night
While keeping a secret identity is my biggest plight
As a playboy billionaire paperboy photographer
While moonlighting as a mild manner court stenographer
Sidekicks, Villans and the public at large
There need for my fame gives me a super charge
Be it Truth Justice and the American Way
Or just mindless vengeance in play
With Great Power comes Great Responsibilty
And a winning smile and dynamic personality
Still one day it must all come to an end
I must pass the cape to a younger super friend
In the comic world I will be glorified
With a TV series and Movies deal magnified
People will always remember my Super Name
I will always live through my Super Fame
But when I go I'll be just an average Joe
The world will never really know
The guy with the mask, cape, tights and ring
Who saved the world by saving the girl doing the Super Hero Thing
Look for a home for me that lie beyond the sea
with grapes that run on vines, apple and peaches that
grow on limb, juicy pear that last the whole year
and an orchard erected on the hill where I can sing.
Look for a home for me where the castle parachute in the air
And I have to climb on top of a ladder to get there,
For an age old mystery lurks in the bushes for more than a hundred years and wolves and dogs used to hunt and the sun
carved out a symbol in the ground to show where the heavens began.
Look for a home for me where bee hives spread out in the trees
And a miracle is waiting for thee; the old bee keeper suddenly disappeared and his bones were found in a nearby canal after ten years, the evidence is still waiting there and you have nothing to fear; the land lay cold and bear with bushes everywhere for nobody wants to live there, please take me there.
Look for a home where I can roam with lots of room covering the length and breadth of the town and curious eyes lined the street symbolizing a message that runs deep.
Look for a home that fits my personality and my creativity
I place that I can work all day irrespective of what comes my way.
Look for a place where I can build things to make a healthy honest living, and run a business inside that can feed the multitude on the other side. And when the earth’s nature gives birth, I can go horseback riding without shirt or skirt and skip on grassy hills until my spirit reaches the desert sand.
I have been searching for a home since I was three
One with courage on top and an avenue that run around the back
It has a castle around it and a modern décor that leads toward the sea, that is the place where I would like to be; please find the
perfect home for me.