Long Repellant Poems

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Premium Member Summer Camping

Gentle ripples of clear water trace the banks
Where there are stones washed perfectly smooth
By the silent waves caressing their sleek veneer
And whispering echoes of tenderest serenity
Through the air that is so very fresh and clean

Bright, hot embers burn inside the circle
Where coals have turned the wood to heat
Warming the chilliness with breaths of hope
Brought on by the knowledge that everyone
Who visits this place will feel the grace here

Smoke drifts up toward a dark, evening sky
Stars surfacing in the distance, twinkling, dancing
Laughing at the moon who is lighting the night
With the assurance that there is true love living
Inside the hearts of those who share their feelings

Scents of grilling and insect repellant and night
Sooth the spirit with a sigh of contentment that is
Like peace freeing the soul to move toward insight
Into inspiration, elation, a haunting mystery growing
In honesty and praise, worshiping the One who saves

Enlivening and exciting, reflections of dreams invite me
To share my heart and soul, my inner faith and hope
Everything that gives and knows that real love unfolds
Among the ones who are willing to let go of their inhibitions
And fulfill their destiny with prayers for strength and wisdom

Nocturnal creatures lift their voices to sing through the dusk
Owl, opossum and raccoon make their presence known 
Capturing their prey without creating any fuss or protest
With only their senses and purpose aroused, they whisper 
Revelations of insights that only the wild creation experiences

God’s wisdom comes alive in the brilliant ebony of nightfall
Reminding hearts just why there is nature’s beauty to enchant
And delight, inspire the hope for tomorrow’s insight into 
The future – where wisdom grows and freedom flows with 
A sigh of whimsical pleasure at sharing in God’s creativity







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Premium Member Geek Mountain

It started quite some time ago
His name was Pitfall Harry
I learned of bits and algorithms
On a 2600 Atari

And then there came Nintendo
It began my end I think
For I had to rescue Princess Zelda
As a courageous lad named Link

I peered at that screen for hours
Each puzzle, each riddle, each stage
And Gannon was no match for me
My frenzied button rage

The torch then passed to Genesis
And with it Altered Beast
Addicted to those graphics
My life outside had ceased

Compulsion soon would fade
I slowly began to bore
Then Sony created the gamers dream
To brilliant to ignore

Dazzled bye amazing play
lost for a year or two
Acting as an exercise scarecrow
And girl repellant too

So now I have no gaming system
But it seems that my PC
Is the summit of Geek Mountain
And that's where you'll find me.
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That last line written years ago
Such games are no longer fun
For Im filled with glee and happy to be
Reaquainted with the sun
© Joe Inka  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Manchineel

Glissando-Questionaire
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By:Quorum Fermata
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Oak tree's attract lighting?
True or false?
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--------------The anwser is True------------
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Examples of verbing areas include what?
a) a flooding flowing stream
b)a pile of sawdust, chicken manure straw
 and plastic pipes with water in them.
C) a man made cave that is flooded with bore holes
D)an empty film studio
e) all the above
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the anwser is e all the above------------------------------
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Is I were born on 12-25-2027
how old would I be on
12-25-2100?
A) 73
B)64
C)21
D)71
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---------the anwser is A. 73-----------------------------------
Extracted Nicotine is used as a repellant against ticks
due to the toxicity levl it is unsafe to use the product
 without a what?
A). Quilt
B)Mask
C) scuba gear
D) a mini skirt
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-----------The anwser isB a mask.-----------------

Maryland Lore: While there are numerous local legends and folklore tales about buried pirate treasure or pirate sightings along the Chesapeake Bay and its tributaries (including the Patuxent River), these are myths. No official historical documentation links Blackbeard to operations within the Patuxe
What is a myth?
A) an Old Story
B) a wink wink sign for those who know what's going on
C) Super natural Charters?shared beleif? and big Questions
D) Neither
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the anwser is C-------------------------------
---------------------------Thank you------------
Form: Bio

Premium Member Never, Ever?

How to "deserve" -- how to be "worthy".
How to feel equal to -- how to compete,
partially or apparently successfully so.
How to function well enough "to serve."
How not to be unsteady, how to be rigid;
how to stand, to walk stiffly upright among them.
How to sense their suspicious direct stares
and their sidelong furtive glances.
How to live, to exist, to recognize their aversion to
this repugnant, repellant "otherness", this difference:
and to show them that you recognize, you see,
that you will never -- never! -- be, like them,
"one among the many":  a "brother", a "member".
Never! Never, ever.

Premium Member The Pursuit of Contentment -POTD

Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders 
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more 
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity 
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment 
however brief, I walk along as an exponent                     
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member You Know What I Mean -POTD

Silent shadows whisper wicked rumors from tawny tinted tents
Reflecting rueful random thoughts, such are their laments                                                   
Circus kingdom cast offs disappear for no fault of their own 
If only you knew, the stunt star’s stunning and raving review                    
Perilous pyrotechnic cruelly disfigures, and if only you knew
Dark duplicate shapes of onyx outlines, two damaged lives
Repellant is he, a vibrant visible resilient soul is she who thrives
Redeemed restored! Residing in each other’s passionate thunder
Unscrupulous undertones shan’t ever tear their love asunder!

You know what I mean...

Sequestered away from prying eyes of light they remain inside
Alas all alone, as in The Phantom Of The Opera they hide
Yet, shimmering silhouettes seen against the dimming sky
What witnesses the galactic guardian stars cannot deny
They say beauty can never be found in the dark,
I’ve heard this from an empress ere she was ready to embark
upon a ship shouting, sheets rife with words written about her love
No not notes of loneliness it’s not for this lioness a warrior above
it all, she places all her inner impetuous into her piercing poetry
A dusky distant shape and outline listens, lusting, yearning with glee
The light shone brightly behind, they move closer kissing eagerly

You know what I mean…
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

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