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One fateful day,
a lovelorn gentleman
walks into
a descending elevator
with a lady
with whom he finds
very attractive.
A once in a lifetime
opportunity!
A sliver of attraction
seemed palpable
from her end, too.
Pleasantries
were mumbled;,
the ice cracked
but didn't break.
Their smiles
were telling;
an augury
of what could've been.
The elevator parts
like Moses parted
The Red Sea,
and so did they.
Out she went,
walking far
out of sight,
but not out
of the man's mind.
What she said,
and what he heard
was a blur.
He's regretful
as the chance
to reintroduce
himself;
perhaps ignite
a spark of romance,
has passed him by.
Date written and posted: 06/27/2018
The museum occupies
the skeleton of an abandoned casino.
Visitors enter through a revolving door
that continues turning
after everyone has passed through.
In the first gallery,
a smile drifts inside a glass case~
not a mouth
just the smile itself.
It brightens when approached,
dims when ignored.
Twice each day,
curators feed it compliments
through a narrow slot.
The signboard reads:
Once common.
Population decline unexplained.
Beyond it,
conservationists attempt
to reintroduce eye contact.
The specimens survive
for several seconds at a time,
then startle
and vanish into the walls.
Please do not tap the glass.
In the Hall of Courtship,
an unscripted conversation
circles beneath the ceiling.
Its silver scales flash
between shadows.
Visitors stand perfectly still,
afraid a sudden movement
might frighten it away.
No successful breeding pairs
have been recorded
in decades.
The museum's central exhibit
occupies an entire wing.
Only guides are permitted inside.
Many refuse a second visit.
The museum catalogue
assigns it a simple name:
Mr. Charm.
Witnesses disagree
about his appearance.
Some recall a handsome
charismatic stranger.
Others remember
a woman in a fur coat.
A few remember only laughter
from somewhere nearby.
Everyone insists
he knows something impossible:
The name of a childhood dog.
The nickname no one uses now.
The dream abandoned
at nineteen.
Researchers remain divided.
Some suspect telepathy.
Others believe
the Mr. Charm feeds exclusively
on loneliness.
Each year
the exhibit grows larger.
Each year
attendance increases.
No correlation has been established.
In the museum's basement,
discarded skins of charm
are stored in drawers.
They resemble dried leaves,
old valentines, and
once, according to archival notes,
an entire summer evening.
The final gallery
contains no exhibits~
only a wooden bench
and a stranger waiting beside it.
Most visitors continue on.
A few sit down.
When they finally emerge,
they recognize everyone
but are recognized by no one.
Museum staff assure guests
this is a known side effect
and poses no lasting danger.
At closing,
the lights go dark.
The stranger remains seated.
Each morning,
there is another bench.
He saw several loving what they heard and it bothered him.
They were dancing and having a grand ole
thyme. People clapping, dancing, getting along and singing along with the music.
It bothered him , I mean it really really bothered him.
See he had been a musician; he had albums, the were musical master peices. Some even were remixed to be dance songs. But one day people just stopped requesting his songs. They bought some albums : but ales were low and remained low even when his releases were new and fresh. He never changed his style, instead he'd tag-up with different people to intro interest in his sound. The did do some culturally different things, like fusing genres and sounds ,but keeping it collectively interesting using, tones, grooves, harmonic interludes, never being depressed alway optimistic. One reporter told his I love your style: because I never hear anything gossipy in the lyrics, they are one point directed right to the audience it's catering to. I do like those universal groove that compliments the beauty of love. I reaches ever audience with out insult or tease. I love your music!"Allegro to adagio and even the andante!" I really love your sound, creativity and songs!" All I could do was say thanks! But not being included in the place I wanted to be: at the time I wanted to be there: just bothered me!
Written by:
Sonata Fugue Aria
Toggy Journalistic Groover
Me Sore Parts of Monday
Dancing Friday night
music Extraordinaire
The Cattle Coat Diplomate
Swish-Stuff?
they used the same
format as tradition basket ball
all the rules are the same
up until about 2001 in the nba
they use a concept were
three men on both team starts the game with a coin flip
"the roundos Monto" period is a 4;00 minute addition
that starts on the visiter side with the coinflip winner
with the ball.
all points are added to the regular game.
after the 4;00 period the game will start with a jump ball
in a game with alot of fouls the referee can take one point of the players
score. The concept is done to reintroduce the players and teams before the actaul game begans it is a fan and television interest idea that is used
to create the interest into the actual game ,sequenses and processes.
It's great because ateam can use playrs who are usaully benched
to showcase there talents.
the three on three aspect is unquie it allow to o learn and compare and discuss neaunce verses traditional concepts.
: planning, organizing, leading, and evaluatingCampogrande,Fallucca,Rulli
Hi, i can fly. I can touch even the smallest eye. Oh the whispers no the cries, I revised the title defined by many times and humanity inclineds the one and only sizes. Taking into consideration the holes inside the metallic aviation, take flight to no retractions.
Hold on to those deflections, like mirror's they'll reflect them backwards goes the hands of time. My people didnt see it in time, now wings cut and no name stuck on the tip of your tongue. You say a lil prayer for others thinking you won, you used to smile and wave now you head nod and gaze at the same sky you use to sway your arms through the days. Take care of yourself before the night could blink, suns in your face and you no pain.
You pound on your pillow hoping to remember what that feeling was, your feet off the floor eyes close wishing more, you try to lay back down and see those moments again but the alarm in your throat tells you thats not best. You give up and you dress, that person in your life lets you have some rest, you can go back now and I reintroduce myself. You dont need to know my name or from where i came, just release and lets make your life a game.
Here's a hint the more you follow me less light youll see, so what am I ? I am contagious, I am pleasant, some say Im a dream but undoubtedly for you i am untainted, unfiltered and only for some to see. So dont stay too long or youll be trapped, dont worry ill be here when you get back.
If I said you had a beautiful body
Would you hold it against me, sweet lady
What an opening line that would be
Guarantees you a slap, there matey
Why is it so hard for women to find men
That are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?
Because they usually already have boyfriends
Specially if they're also good at cooking
The difference between a husband and a dog
The dog still gets excited to see you
Sometimes I have to reintroduce myself
To my wife, “hi, we're married, we two!”
My birth certificate was a letter of apology
Dad got from the condom company
Let my mind wander and it didn't come back
That's no reason to get all uppity
The very worst time to have a heart attack
Is during a game of charades
Gotta hope you're really good at the game
And they call 911 before you fade
Okay here's one last giggle, hope you like it
Finally had to stop drinking because
Got tired of waking up in my car driving 90
Followed close behind by the fuzz
© Jack Ellison 2015
tears roll down your cheeks like pyramids of deflation
i never know how to fix it, so i choose to listen
what i discover are emotions that are oftentimes stranded in the rain of routine
we need to get the blood of our origin flowing again
knowing this, i reintroduce myself as that shy guy you met and fell in love with years ago
you, in return, let your hair down and put that same flower in your hair....on the left side
you then reintroduce yourself and we begin to playfully flirt and reveal new things about ourselves
it is somewhere in the heart of all the rediscovery that we begin to know each other again
the rain of routine stops when the TV is turned off and our ears are retuned in order to naturally and genuinely listen
our hearts begin to skip beats like jovial pebbles thrown from an inquisitive kid's hand
we renew and revitalize the love so tainted by the acidic stain of dissipation
laughter permeates the room in our minds like skyscrapers of inflation
Let's not brag about begging free
Long gone are the days when tears would drop
We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel
That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth
As we became night crewers in this cold world
Now we are x men with ragging hope with in
I hope you will be able to tell Wat kind of poem this is
We are like strange doctors who's ability will make you marvel
We have no class rap ! Nor physician captains in America ????
Cause this is Zambia were we only see Mr Zambia
And you vision cant see them unless u are a cyclops they delivered unsaid words of broken Promises
Were we fight like
Unlike Zulu in the battle of the mulatuzi river
Fought for they're right
They traded they're birth right .........
.....so think twice
...Take time to think twice, The haters of joy!
I guess I missed the target In my taught and classes
Looking round my world
To see and hope!
If joy I hope could be clapping In the means of foes!
Hatred grips my grapes
As I soar with sorrows! Finding way to walk
from my mind to soul I saw a deep journey
Tunneling down my dreams With saga and storms
..so let me reintroduce myself
am the last of my kind
I did die i just barred myself in the sands of time hoping some day that I will hear the truth see we were kings and Queens till we turned into slaves in our own houses ??? we are the really misfits we keep shape-shifting like mi stick but we missed the trick the only time we are hero's is when we dream . Cause reality is nothing but a dream ...
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©? 2023
A lab in ( huga tuga blah- blah) had 6798 protesters.
Protesters that were angry about the labs experiments. They were ready to reintroduce the world to there SaberToothed lions. A move local ranchers and farmers said no to! This lab is in the poorest ghetto. It is positioned 14 miles from seven farms. Five miles from the gas station. The citizens of Brownstone Luferer were concerned but not bothered as the lab was a tax break for those who had large estates near the towns center. They called the fooles of Brownstone foolish, due to the lack of proper fencing around the lab.When two cows three horses were missing some in the town became worried about being lied to. Cantar Slowmeanie organized a protest to find out what was going on.
What he and WFoXX found chilled the world.Bleu Ocvate and Rock Glamrock the head of the Brownstone Counsel of Current affairs reported in a press conference with 20,798 people, of the conditions at the Sabertooth lion Lab, and the missing Lions who had never been reported missing.This is what started the protest said Cleftnota Slowjam; y'all thank disk is cute, it ain't, now everyone's mad.We believe this to be an affordability crisis against our people. Rupt the Process said Hoo-Gamos Montria of Octvace Peace. A hoo-doo-wee process that is against all
the people!
From PharmBouis Tycka
And Red City Lytes
Big Town Grimmey
And
Ah-Cross Kuntrey Dykes
Dycka Slickka
And the
Fabolous MoonLyttas
A story of a Gay Goat Herder
And the Electric Band Music
Engineer
"A Sound That Made People
Dance!"
Samples from
Mi Azz Ain't Pussie"
Used with permission
By the Music Lion
A Ganglioness Fallicey
Of Music Me'ah,
Thong Hoe and Handlez
Appears courtesy of
Ya'll Grinding Music Group
Trick him Said her Mom
and Dat Phagg
Appears courtesy of
Big Band Music
And Yippie Yah Hoe
Music Co.
One:
Wake up slowly.
Admit it was never that deep.
Let your first word be hmmm.
Let your second be whatever.
Two:
Stretch, but not like you mean it.
Pop one joint, then stop.
You are not an overachiever.
You’re alive. That’s enough.
Three:
Brew something hot
and unnecessarily complicated.
Call it process.
Sip. Sigh.
Spill a little on purpose.
Four:
Reintroduce yourself
to color.
Start with gray.
Work up to a muted mustard.
No pressure.
Five:
Trust nothing that smiles too easily.
Except maybe dogs.
And one cashier
who says you’re all set
like she means it.
Six:
Throw out the list you made
of everyone who owes you.
Keep the one you made
of whom you survived—
remember who survived you.
Seven:
Don’t look for closure.
Just check your teeth for spinach
when you think you ate,
and get on with it.