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Karen Windle Roughly On Par

Karen Windle roughly on par...
with being a miniature poodle size dogsend

Apartment B44 one bedroom unit
at Highland Manor low income facility
housing older folks convenient starting point,
to launch poem and invite reader(s)
reason(s) without rhyme
why yours truly (me)
chose to express heartfelt gratitude
toward resident Karen Windle,
which named individual most likely unknown

across world wide web
(hmm... maybe methinks perchance
possibly ye did sound her out courtesy radar,
especially if thee dutiful patrol officer
generously handing out -
not necessarily) winning lottery tickets
within vicinity encompassing
University of Delaware.

We (myself and zee missus) inhabit
aforementioned single bedroom abode,
allows, enables and provides
convenient reference point
upon exiting our dime a dozen quarters
(housing near penniless occupants)
verily orient toward left of hallway,
no need to access global positioning satellite

leisurely amble short distance
just count three doors down on the left,
thee will espy name tag printed
small letters Karen Windle
her acquaintanceship we did kindle,
now greater value when measured with corn,
wheat, or other commodities
approximately equal to three bushels,
but varying in different regions.

Explanation whereby appreciation
toward Karen (spry firecracker, energetic, 
diminutive, albeit frail looking gal)
materialized when series of unfortunate events
rendered me and mine spouse
without ready immediate access to automobile
near necessity within quaint enclave
identified as Schwenksville, Pennsylvania

affords absolute zero public transit,
hence necessity for chauffeur de jure arose,
whereby availability to shuttle us
found monetary compensation declined,
thus stymied intent regarding how I could
communicate sincere thankfulness
relieved when she would accept

poetic endeavor incorporating
best college try (mine) to alleviate
imposition if/when opportunity exists
to scrape meager money
and expect to sink a fortune
maintaining, insuring, fueling vehicle,
significant portion of social security (disability)

allocated to sustain reliability of car
dollar figure greater than buzzfeeding
caretaking, duties linkedin to
mental, physical, and spiritual health
concerning this aging baby boomer,
plus his counterpart approximately
previous couple dozen years.


Placated Admiration

Every few days I watch you leave,
no matter how many tears I shed,
you always walk away and I grieve,
my heart aches with words unsaid.
 
In the days apart my mind begins to dream ,
thinking of ways to keep you here always,
but how to go about it without seeming mean,
as I pace the darkened passages of my thoughts hallways.
 
A plan takes form deep within,
its easy they say just lure him with your lust,
the voices constant rhythmic convince me this is no sin,
for this all to work out they say this part is a must.
 
The night approaches wrapped in expectation,
eagerly awaiting the arrival of my beloved,
everything's in place the voices are placated in admiration,
my betraying hands ready to keep whats mine are gloved.
 
I greet him with seduction,
embracing his eager body with my lustful grind,
injecting him with my poison following voices instruction,
he falls to the floor deaf dumb blind.
 
Dragging him to the safety of our cocoon,
away from the world and its prying eyes,
everything has to be perfect in this room,
tightening the bonds on his body as he lies.
 
Out come my carefully picked instruments glinting brightly,
the ones that will keep my love and I from being apart,
gripping the first saw in my hands so tightly,
the voices urge me on do it for your heart.
 
He starts to awaken as I am about to begin,
his eyes widen in horror at what he sees,
hush my love the voices tell me this is the only way I will win,
positioning the eager teeth of the saw against his skin he begins his pleas.
 
First warm splatters of blood splash against my face,
the voices clamor inside urging me on in desperation ,
they drown out his agonized screams with effortless grace,
as shades of white show through ragged flesh I sigh in gratification.
 
With his limbs tossed aside in a mess of pulp and gore,
I set about removing his hands finger by finger,
its hard to stop now voices urging me on to do more,
at his perfect face I gaze down into his eyes and linger.
 
To my utter dismay his screams have stopped,
flowing scarlet ribbons ebb from his eyes,
where I had plucked each one as they popped,
the voices are silent as I contemplate his demise..
 
My love is dead now and gone forever,
but at least he will be with me,
I hum as sewing his body back piece by piece in pleasure,
"together forever" the voices giggle in glee.
Form: Rhyme

Dis Dada's Dutiful Toothfairy Daze

(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown, 

   or ponder new found challenge 
   expectant motherhood costs of progeny 
   take the following precendent all ways.
	
deux daughters desiduous teeth comprise 
   sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth 
   a miraculous bite size bit 
   of jaw dropping wizardry to in vite
a tasty morsel to get chewed, 

   until at some arbitrary time 
   (incumbent on each individual biological clock), 
   the second set thwart aside 
   (or sometime literally override) 
   these baby choppers right
fully as sought after treatures for the tooth fairy 
   (oft time disguised as part   
   of canine corp) offer sterling sight,

but fascinating as each replicated, punctuated, 
   lacteal dentition adorned with a pulp, 
   dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice, 
   or a more apropos metaphor fielding sprite
   would be a picket fence with important slats, 

   and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child shows their mother or father 
   gapped smile, and understands 
   to place tooth under pillow at night
when quiet as a mouse (who to be honest 
   create scratching sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy doth descend (nowadays 
   resort to global positioning 
   satelline application) 

   to find their way without turning on the light
soundless and still as a dust mote 
   feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe 
   one baby step ahead of her/his insight
expecting to disover a modest wad of cash, 

   if stood on end, rather sizable in height
and essentially necessitating po' papa 
   to take out a loan, or hope flight
   of fancy wish to win the lottery, 
   which would exite

   self or spouse, but reality in league  
   with the fickle finger of fate doth disappoint and delight
son or daughter boasting to classmates, 
   how the rich tooth fairy (iz actually a faux pas 
   sham shaman, dirt poor father, bled dry, 
   whose coutenance (visible after break of day) 
   reflects that of one who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if 
   one money hungry toothless fairy took a bite.
Form:

Break of Day Spawns Thwarted Revanchist Rebellion Among Biosphere

The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift

as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against

uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).

oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits

plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.

scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers

gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
Form: Rhyme

Allegro Ou

He knew he had rubbed against some big shoulders.
Some like him and other were anoyed. What bothered him was they all existing relationships of there own. Some were ones you didn't wanna get involved with, some were brotherish, some were fools who aligned for fun and entertaining the boss. The one where you were instructed to stroke the ego, of top ranked superstars often meant learning a something that detailed your place in the company. some of these relationships were real, these guys almost lived together.  I remember one friday night the camera guy told me that saturday starts after friday, I thought he was helping me with being on time. But this jerk drank a six pack in my locker room knowing the boss uses the new guys lockerroom as his office, to help the new guys get instruction. Five members of the staff were in this large lockerroom with me and two new guys, and we separated to get dressed, well we had private roomes and showers,I showered and came out, and the boss asked me if i had a problem. I said know, he pulled up a bag and asked whats this? I said it aint mine. He  leaned over to sniff me. And then the jerk came in and said it mine. It didn't do me any favors, later the Boss told me I should have told him it was the camera guys' what's up with that Jerk or something. Then I realized, they was positioning me. He stuck me in With Giant Crusha, the big guy who doesn't understand his own strenght. I was bruised, banged up and the next night he booked me againstSwainson Thrush and Marsh Wren, they tossed me out the ring in that handicap match, and dove down on me from every angle.
I looked up and masked men were flying everywhere. Man dude got me cornered and his elbow busted up me mouth. I had to get a manager man. I thought my mind and soul was solid enough
to get me through changes, but man dealing with people and taking care of contractual deals man: swamp aint big enough for the fox and the grouse.: croons the mockingbird. Sometimes the fox needs a little guidance. Thats why I hired the Services of Super Acco. Make the swamp into a lake let me do my thang! Factors of Producing a World Class Where to be admired. I'm the best Where anybody have ever seen! Kayfade, or starred I am the where: where they all wanna be!
Form: Bio


Premium Member Lusting Abyss, His Darkness - Act 1

Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired and silken clad, his lusting eyes allure his own
Is it fear that makes her pert, or the fear of being alone

*~*

Upon his lap she stands, so minute to his ogre mass
Her silken attire now torn, talon fingers on she he grasps

Innocent flesh he craves, to satisfy his empty soul
In his lusting abyss, his darkness will soon unfold

*~*

Petite, pert so perfect, ageing hands of his darkened past
Cup her porcelain charms, so grotesque is his grasp

Leering eyes of void, now alive to this virgins flesh
Excitement fills his wants, this maiden near total undress

A strangeness falls amidst this darkened scene
Has she succumbed, is she in the middle or has she seen

*~*

To his torso of centuries old, attention is drawn to he
Reciprocating she kisses in touch, with drooling eyes he sees

This virgin standing in front of him, allured now is she
So minute to his ogre mass, content she appears to be

*~*

Lips touching taste, eyes closed, are they in wonderment
Has she entered his darkened abyss, or is he now heaven sent

Lashing tongues, like a fencing épée now drawn
When his dark met her light, I struggle for the forlorn

Breaths are seldom apart, it's as if magnetic, they are
This join of abyss fuelled white, seems so bizarre

*~*

Lecherousness in his tasting rush, her scent he delves in deep
This virgin, this maiden so taken, to him now she seeps

Like diamonds, her pertness rises, en-capturing her charms
So different when she stood before him, all in alarm

*~*

Tailored they are not, such a difference in size
This virgin maiden so white, soon to be in firm cries

Thralled he now becomes, induced in his darkened dark
He now revels in his taken, amidst thighs of perfection arch

Forlorn has now become, a joining of lustful desires
Black locks now sway with delight, the dark now afire

*~*

Positioning, seasoned they are, in joyful joining crave
Now the darkness has seen the light, in typical deprave

Sighs now resonate, amidst his darkened dingy hell
The allure of purring white, increase his darkening swell

*~*
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member This Way America 2

In my opinion, my dear country, America, has lost her way.                                                                                         Many Americans and well wishers are praying that she fines                                                                                her way home. I am doing my best though writing, voting,                                                                                  and praying that America would find her way home. The                                                                                       best way home is to return in a very serious way to the                                                                                             God of our fathers. No, they were not perfect to say the                                                 least, and they did some very wrong things like injustice                                                           to the American Indians and slavery to people from Africa                                                      to name just a couple. Nevertheless, the forefathers did                                                                                                     a lot of thing right as they charted a course for a brave                                                                                           new world.

We are at the cross roads, a juncture, a valley of decision,                                                                               whereby we stay the course of an imperfect Democratic                                                                                       Republic or turn left where many a nation have fail in an                                                                                             attempt at building a utopia. The only utopia better than                                                                                       the one we've got is a place called heaven and political                                                                                            action, cultural revolution, and dismissing God will not                                get us there.  But God's Positioning System(GPS) wll.

02212020PoSp

Humbled Part 2

~ (~) ~

Soaring higher, 
inspiring-and-bold; 
far beyond-the-normal, 
a true originality stands 
alone, lives Honestly boldly,
Openly-Willingly, remains-
connected, centered-
and-free, is confined-
never-within-itself, 
looks for a perfect 
home amid the mix 
revealing for all-the-
goodness frosting-
the-butter cake-
welcomes the-
test-of-time, 
stays-at-
home-within-
the-heart-of-what-
is-real, challenges-
only itself offers its hope-
to another to live a life, as 
                                                                              irrefutable. 
 
 
"Many boundaries remain for us on this journey to find this. It has taken many years of faith; 
failure... mostly on my family and friends part the failures being mine to rise to this position. 
Because through their faithfulness and belief in me even when I did not believe myself I stand 
here with them and you at this positioning of accepting this fact today. "As I was brought so
they too were I believe through God's goodness ultimately I pray to remain, because 
humbled by Him through this I am - as we all are I feel-if too; they are willing themselves to 
look, and if not-I-know in this time left-however much if even it only merely now. 

Just as I believe now Mr *Frost* himself suggested in and through his life of acceptance of 
this written down in the prevalence of his work. So with that being said again thank you for 
listening, struggling, pondering searching I know myself it is in the effort of this an ambition 
offered and accepted and entirely a proposition not; for not-in it potential and final fruition. 
So yes-as I said many boundaries remain as We peregrinate along with each other on this 
journey. It is a pleasure to have shared in this with you thus far. 

God willing I know the boundaries will be overcome, working together Him being the guide 
and maybe it will not be that long either I-We if you will can-only-hope as I would presume as 
I am by far at least have been opened myself to the opportunities though I know them only in 
part as of now in their various ways as the greater suggestion. 

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Things inside the video game have got extra specific joyous guns, along with fireworks, which usually participants will get coming from mobs or perhaps create to produce virtually any metropolis inside the Clinical. Chances are they can easily broke (sandynamitakia) everywhere they will want, producing breathtaking explosions.

Even more essential adjustments want to do with all the GUI with the video game, that has been redrawn, which will increase the parallel efficiency of each and every player's link with the particular server. Ultimately, there was clearly an important modify around the problem regarding PvP. People participants eliminate heroes are usually helpful contests (and also simply by file format drop positioning), must will no longer wish inside places of worship (places of worship), that may "forgive" their particular sins and definately will raise the positioning, in opposition to any payment inside rare metal.
© Lea Hela  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Lusting For Love

Lust has such a bad press

          one of the seven deadly sins

                    of course people die in bed

                             but they may as well be happy

                                       when it is indeed the grim reaper

                                                who is greedy and gluttonous 


                    L Lush divine coupling

                    U Underwear on the floor

                    S Senses on naked skin

                    H Heaven and pleasure


                                                  yearning for joyful release

                                        desire and sexual yearning

                              passion coveting and craving

                    to be totally one with an other

          petite mort rebirth of devotion

culmination of living and Love


                                      L Lavender fragrance
                             
                                      O Olives’s tender juice

                                      V Void of conception

                                      E Engulfing sweet fire


foreplay and imagination

          creative positioning

                    climax crescendo

                               an altar of union

                                         satisfied longing

                                                   culmination of life


H Hailed be our fun

Y Yielding restraint

P Piety discarded

O Ovations unfold

C Crisp tenderness

R Rivulets of flow

I  Indigo Kama Sutra

S Sex at its best

Y Yardstick coupling


you hypocritical purveyors of sin

          heretic lowbrow Philistine oafs

                              minds loin clothed in denial

                                       cross eyed spoil sports 

                                                 probably don’t get enough

                                                         and envy my rapture


02nd July 2020

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