Long Pricelessness Poems

Poetic paean to papa's princess

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife....,

whose piercing deliverance,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,
(especially after dirty deeds done... 
generating thunderstruck ac/dc current
hmm... maybe due comeuppance 
being scammed to the hilt)
suspicion...

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It is among five documents that I have come to treasure more than any other.                    ...

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My baby says “of course” a lot
I’m giving it the strength I got
To let go of all of my fear and doubt
Just to let you know what love is about

You call me handsome when I’m...

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Poetic paean to papa's princess

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife
whose piercing deliverance...,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,

I cherish her pricelessness, how nice,
a beacon complementing/
supplementing homelife,
who will forever be with me
even during our (mine
atheistic...

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A completely new product, not even on the market.                          ...

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Love should only ever kindle the present and the future. Not the past…

Primarily, I am second.

For I have placed others on similar platforms
Made of charred cedar and revamped memories

Unintentionally

It is not intent that we embrace,...

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For you, I would burn down the world
Let the ashes left behind seep through my fingers
Have no regrets to linger on in my heart
When I see the pricelessness of your smile

For you, I would kill...

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The treasures lie within the ancient divine words,  
Often encumbered by perplexities and complexities.  
Sometimes we fail to recognize this trove,  
Overlooking its pricelessness.  

The treasures are found in the hymns...

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I stare at your face as I remember it so vividly. 

I remember every piece of hair 
You crafted to lay so perfectly in place

The tip of your nose that became slightly rosier with each...

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Like Rip Van Winkle, she confronted a new world;
Hers was one of commonplace and acceptability,
not exceptional nor eager for excellence.

Remember when bacon packs were a pound,
and diesel was cheaper than gas? 16 ouch packs
are now...

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Her voice resides skyward
Are avail is never sleazing
Are conscience prays the bequest
I touch her neck, swaying down her spine
Her breath has never been so sharp
Just begging for more
We are seamed
Harvesting the serenade
Hitching the melodies
Bacchus lightens...

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