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Soooooo.... this is just a random song I made up, inspired by a wacky dream I had...which was inspired by the Undertale game. I've been obsessed with one of the characters who really likes....you guessed it.... Spaghetti!
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A one, a two, A ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!-
Mettah couple creepers today,
A scary flower and a silly ghostay,
But all was bettah when I stopped at a table,
I couldn’t ree-sist, I wasn’t able
Cause there it was,
Right in the way~
A platter of the best spag heh heh taaaaaaaaaaayyyyy
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
Frozen and ready!
Someone's made it just for mee heeeeeeeee
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
I loveah good spaghetti!
Especially with a lottsah meeee-heaaat
Met a couple skellies today,
They told me that my voice was kinda prettay
I didn’t believe um but they seemed so sincere
I think that they had one too many ah beer!
Must go well with this pasta delish!
I might takah lick right off the dish! (really....? :/)
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
Luke-warm and ready!
Someone's made it just for meee heeeeeeee (PARMESAN CHEESE!)
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
I love a good spaghetti!
Especially with a lottsah meeee heaaat
TOMATO SAUCE--!!!!
--NOODLES!!!!!
MUSHROOMS--!!!!
GARLIC!!!!!!!
YUM!!!!!
GARLIC BREAD!!!!!!!
Turn up the music,
Strike up the band!!!!
Hell, these monsters got the beat of the land!
Make way for THE chef!
The Great Papyrus, high def!
Clear the floors,
Open the doors!!!
Cause there's always always always ROOM FOR MORE
Room for MOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRREEEEE.... .
(Key change!!!!)
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
Frozen and ready!
Someone's made it just for mee heeeeeeeee(random gospel lady: HALLELUJAAAAAH!)
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
I loveah good spaghetti!
Especially with a lottsah meeee-heaaat
(One more time now!)
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
Lukewarm and ready!
Someone's made it just for mee heeeeeeeee (HEARTBURN!---HURRAY!!!)
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
I loveah good spaghetti!
Especially with a lottsah meeee-heaaat
Especially with lottsaaahhhh……MEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAT
Balls!
: D
W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him. It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day.
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today!
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.
H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You. Will You accept this love?
For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.
Profile:
Name: Pinkee
Alias: Alias the Pinkster
Likes: Game's, Sponge Bob, Dancing
Height: Midget
WT: 35 lbs.
Age: only four (04)
Education: Smart as a Whip
Claim to fame: feel's no shame
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When I am feeling lonely
And feeling kind of blue
I count on my darling Pinkee
She will know what to do
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Let's us play game's
That is what she would say
She love to kiss and hug
She sing's all day
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She is a real character
Whether she is at work'
Or at play
I know that she is happy
So long as thing's are her way
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She taught me the word
Ish-ca-duta
That mean's I just don't know
And if you ask me why
Then, I will tell you so
It's the Pinkster you know
She told me so
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One day we made a song
Something that you might not
Want to miss
And then she gave me a little kiss
And it goes' a little
Something like this
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Wee Luv uhr Pin-kee
O'h yes wee do-oo-00
We wulve uhour pink-eey
I must be-ee true-uho-uho
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Now, I know that I do Love her
And the baby she in mind
Their are so many thing's to do
Just so little time
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I know that I love you
With heart body and soul
I know that the thing's
That you do for me
Make's me young and bold
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Her name is P-ink-ee
She is taught and she is tame
With-out her is this world
My world would never
Be the same
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She is smart
She really knows' how
To play the game
On top of that
She knows' how to
Spell her name
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My name is P-ink-ink-ee-ee
O'h, yes it is--s-is's
My name is Pink-yee
Have lot's of chee-ree-rs
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She is smart
Smart as a whip
Even when though
She is four
She always give
Me the slip...
If not, then
She will give me
A tip
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And who can ask
For more
GF
******Note: ********
Her name is Faith Renee Wiggins -AKA- the {Pinkster}
Valentine butterflies, they are unlike any other butterfly you ever did see.
Assembled in your soul, they only come out to play when you fall in
Love. They flutter free of their own accord. Red velour wings as large as
Elephant ears. They are soft to the touch and they tickle gently for they are
Naturally inclined to be mellow to sweeten your disposition. They say
That love is a promise best kept forever but these butterflies truly have no
Idea, how long they will coexhist in your bosom.
Never take them for granted for they are volatile and will cease to exist if
Enbezzeled with indifference.
Butterflies in your stomach means love in your eyes
Undiluted adoration leads to existential inspiration
Trust love and it will take you down the rose petal path
Trust love and it will lead you home to familiar ground
Every heart deserves affection, maybe this year its you !
Receive them with grace and share in their affection. Let them feel
Free to roam inside you. These butterflies are happy wingsies.
Love, it flutters free of its own accord. So be sure to
Invite it in, along with those sweet little floating beauties. Somehow
Each year they migrate to Cupid's chamber, where they are arrowed into
Souls that turn to Lovers. Well done Cupid, well done butterflies.
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26
January 29, 2023
FANTASTIC FOUR
Earth's Super Hero team !
Cream of intellect, power, might and competence.
Hence the members to bring
Mr. Fantastic, Invisible Woman, Human Torch and the Thing !
Mr. Fantastic Ree Richards holding extra tact
to stretch, expand, condense and compact
ultra-thin, ultra- dense, what seems exact,
marvels in cosmic powers.
Susan Storm, the invisible woman
to defeat any mortal character in Universe.
One of the greatest assassin holding potential strength
manipulating invisible force fields.
Human Torch Johnny Storm is an Android, weakest of FF.
capable to surround himself by fire and flames.
Embowered in fiery plasma but his flames not that hot
countered with thunder cap, freeze breath.
Benjamin Jacob known as The Thing turned super strong rock like monster
withstanding extreme temperatures and explosive bombardment
and surviving, being mutated by cosmic radiation,
yet owning a Golden Heart and supreme intelligence.
The FF team work on the theme, defending world
against perilous threats, always banding together.
Avengers FF formed fantastic family with friendly ties
Ree Richards and Sue Storm are husband -wife.
Sue and Johnny are brother and sister
Reed and Benjamin are long time friends till end.
Sand of wisdom, I seek for your counsel
since you're prudent in warning against building on sinking sand...
Oh, your choice to interview me is commendable...
well, take these ABCs sands for character-building:
Always take a firm stand whether you're on rocky or sandy ground
Blossom beyond sandy soil if that's the only one available
Carve creations circumspectly using sand in your design...
Dare to do the impossible through God Who made sand everywhere
Explore* more, to learn about the greatness of the sand...
Wow! I am now getting your sandy point...
Are there some more?
Free yourself from getting sandwiched through faith's fortitude flight
Gear toward gracious glow while basking along sandy shore
Heartily share hope as you collect sand for your hour-glass gifts
Instruct about healthy benefits of walking along the sand on barefoot
Jubilantly pursue your dream of painting sunset brightening white sand...
Yes, yes... I will surely publish your advice
May I have your parting words, please?
Keep on appreciating life as gift, bearing in mind sand's vitality
Live along leading of the Lord, leaping high, leaving footprints in the sand!
Thanks so much!
*Daniel 11:32 … The people that do know their God shall be strong, and do exploits.
November 28, 2022
Edited on March 30, 2024
12th place, "The Interview (2)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 4/28/2024
O que o consumidor quer
A economia da experiência comprova:
Fazer negócios
é um ato de amor.
Antes, a questão era descobrir se
o consumidor precisava consumir.
Agora, ao contrário,
é saber qual experiência
o consumidor quer viver.
Êxito no trabalho
Não é a argumentação,
mas o saber argumentar,
que é o segredo do êxito no trabalho.
E saber trabalhar quer dizer:
não fazer um esforço inútil,
persistir no esforço até ao fim,
e saber reconstruir uma argumentação
quando se verificou que ela era,
ou se tornou errada.
Linha da vida
A vida,
Ou os negócios
que parece uma linha reta, não o é.
Construímos a nossa vida
Ou os negócios
alguns poucos por cento,
o resto é feito pelas outras pessoas.
Seja qual for a percentagem,
Cinco, dez ou mais e menos
será sempre
o resultado da sinceridade
e da autenticidade
consigo mesma.
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Hoje e sempre foi assim
Hoje e sempre foi assim
Fazer negócios
é um ato de amor
— escrevi um dia.
Há duas maneiras de fazer negócios,
como há duas maneiras de deixar de fazer.
Negócios podem ser feitos
como se fosse com outra pessoa
ou como se fosse com você.
O primeiro é aquele modo da pessoa
dizem prática
o segundo modo,
daquela que dizem artista.
Um e outro também divergem
no modo de não ver as coisas.
Pessoas práticas
Só enxergam uma flor
se a puser na lapela
ou mesmo num jarro;
como um pássaro só lhe é real
se o tiver numa gaiola ou o comer frito.
Fazer negócios
é um ato de amor:
a relação com o mundo
se funda na sensibilidade,
que diz ao pintor
que tal vermelho ou rosa
estão certos na composição de um quadro
como diz ao
Negócio com Amor
que tal ou qual
é o melhor.
Faça Negócios
com poesias
e amor!
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. F.T.W.
F.ree T.he W.aves
f.REE t.HE w.AVES
F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has to pay.
I found many black sea shells
Oil got in their way.
I wanna claw my nails.
On B.P.for turning our sand to clay
I can sit and give details
How they ruin our ocean bay
Instead I'm sending mean E-MAIL's
Expressing anger for their oily display.
How their stupidities drop our sales.
I hope they choke while eating a sea buffet
I hope someone feeds them sting-ray tails
As they drink coffee at there sea side cafe.
Everything sooner or later prevails
And ocean life will once again find a way.
God send them rain hit them with heavy hail
It's to late for B.P.to pray..
2 months of a black grave trail
((LOL)), B.P.you angered the US.A.
Getting off easy with no jail
That does not make things okay.
I will not wish you all to go to hell
After making the ocean a bigger body of dead prey
Your clean up time is slower than a sea snail
Many uncalled dead seagulls are found in your oily decay
Funny how the president takes the heat of your bail.
You screwed our blue ocean water to a stream of black and grey.
An oil site ran by a higher percent of males
Oh well what can you expect and say.
With the world in the way of oil spills.
Is like B.P.oil's is saying F.T.W.anyway.
While we the protesters say, F.ree T.he W.hales!!!
F.T.W.=free the whales!!!!!
=(contest)=
Rarely not windy
In the far flung
Squarely unfairly unsung
Seriously deliriously magical
Mystical..mythical Catlins
Rather adept at being
Scarily palaver kept..
Wild & warily windswept
Gusts crept not
Slowing then leapt
Boom & bust thrust lust
Not caring us despairing
Sussed trussed trees cussed
Unruly unjust showing growing
Glaring..nonplussed
Haring..not fussed
Duly well &
Truly cruelly blowing
A helluva Hooley
Mean flurry of almost obscene
Breeze seems in no hurry to ease.
Smashed...whacked...bashed.. smacked
Lashed...by gusting...busting galloping gales
Never fails to leave me blustered and flustered
Lolloping..at the end of my tether
Amazed by crazed walloping weather
Raised & mustered
Brazen Mother Nature dolloping
All turned to custard
Surely they will pass...these fast blasts can't last
No need to be cryptic..it's almost apocalyptic
Have we sinned against the god of wind
Feel the real deal glee of Taw Fee Ree (Maori God of Wind)
Maybe he might hear me...respond to this plea...
Help our plight...let us alight from
The fight against the fright
Flight of breezy bite blight..
Just some respite
But it is quite a sight
Wild fling..Aotearoa spring can bring..
Darkness & light
Centre staging..in the raging...roaring..rampaging forties
No point deploring..knocking..ignoring
Shocking haughty windy warlocks
Soaring..scoring..rocking the joint
Warring.. doing their naughty thing