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This is a colabration of Shane, Dhruv, and Deborah
Buzz, Buzz
catch the fuzz,
it's all a big fus this buzz,
heros of literature use good buzz words,
knock buzz, it's all a fuz
its time for all this fus,
quarel tantra mantra anger song literature anger jam,
superherores knock before the clock clocks,
superheros do the tantra mantra,
the simple life dance,
with simple talks,
the secret is out,
superheros do coloberate,
colors do shout,
Naga Anthemson talks Naga buzz anthems,
hush, naga can't get rid of this fuzz,
smile and blush like an x o yo,
Naga Anthemson beats the beat,
superheros without second heart beat,
death is angry,
selfless without feet,
Naga, I told you,
Superheros dont beat to shoes,
think of blues,
the times now are a few,
life has feeling with all views,
anger wishes are a struggle beyond screws,
the universe is universally beaten,
you have to take a hit like some jews,
it's not my writing it's beyond my self in your shoes,
Selfless buzz, it's also called a big universally known buzz fuzz fus beat, drew.
Written by Dhruv Pandya
I need a moment of peace so I can see what I need to see,
I know what I need to see definetaley not to lose it, but be a man and try to go through with
it,
I need time alone, we like to call it me time,
no games, no nothing just me time,
focus on my dos and don'ts,
my who and wants,
dont snooze don't cheat ,
just have time to be me
Written by Shane Anonomous.
A towering inferno,
Bursting though my veins,
Anger and venom,
Holding onto me,
with unholy, binding chains,
The driving force is,
Pitch, black, and corse,
A red hot sweat,
From my feet to my neck,
Exploding inside my churning gut,
From the depths of Hell,
This emotion does dwell,
The foulest emotion,
Has become a devotion,
Precognition beyond their ambition,
Like an overcooked steak,
That's burned to a cinder,
Too crisp to eat,
For it tastes like shoe leather,
Red hot poka dots,
Spin through my eyes,
The color of red,
Wrapped around my head,
It's ready to break,
Apart my heart,
For the utmost I know,
Anger you must control,
Drive back that dark force,
To the depths of Hell,
For such a horrific emotion,
Is too dangerous,
To be devotion.
Written by Deborah Jarell
The Days of Masks and Covered znosex,
6/14/2025
There once existed, upon this fine earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with
Depravity, destruction of cities, murder and dearth.
But an evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all mentally and spiritually blind.
First, of the vicious media, he made his stronghold,
Being sure,that only complete, vicious lies were told.
The good people were told they were going to die!
And like tiny ants, scurried into their mandated homes,
behaved and why?
Now they find they are running out of money.
And the ignoramuses in DC, hand out,doles of the green like free honey?
Children being stuck at home is certainly not an education nor fun.
But this is how we allowed the USA to be run.
By Congress with its rude head.,in its arrogant, lying, backside.
Allowing that no children will you see. on her their backside!
Only our pets can be walked outside.
But us..no chance, Mr.or Mrs. stay inside!
We love to say that word."p_nd_mic".
To a world, it's a word I will not use, it's a mentally paralyzingly
and remains pathetic L
In many households people can no longer work.
Thanks to Satan,the media, insane leaders who are all followiers
That bona fide jerk?
The lying media will never ever let us know.
They rather play the phony number of cases to castlm
Fear on all daily news shows
The FDA pulls back a 65 year old drugthat work..
Big Pharma knows we are pill takers.and vaccine jerks!
A goofball physician throwing out the first pitch at the firstMLB game?
He, who he is a kiler, liar, with no shane.
Pocketing billions…his shameful game.
I cry for all countries living in shaows of fear.
My sorrow to see the mask-less, who are harmed because
they hold freedom,far more dear!
Under Sino-Soviet rule, we mght live therest of our days?
Please do not be thick headed, believing those with power
will never allow the truth to have its say.
So write of beauty, such starry-eyed poetry.
Somebody better write about, God, freedom and democracy!
June 14, 2025
On a regular day some girl catches your eye,
You feel you gotta be with her or you gotta at least try,
Eventually she enchants you and engulfs your heart,
You can't see it's the beginning of you being torn apart.
In just a few days your mind lies to you saying search time has ended,
All problems with the others this one girl has mended,
So enchanted by her you are, you stop staring at others,
You disregard the warnings of those who look out for you like brothers.
Love is blind, and now she's messed up your damn sight,
Even planted in her darkness, you only see her light,
She's shooting you, she's stabbing you, even cutting off your air,
Your friends are telling you but you won't see no matter how hard you stare.
N then your destroyed, there goes all your glee,
She's left you for death, that's when you finally see,
This one you gave your heart to and loved so much,
The one you swore would be the only one you'd touch.
You thought one day those bells would chime n you'd b sealed forever,
But then then reality kicked in, forever became never,
Those times that spelled pleasure now play like n endless taunt,
You think you'll never escape this never ending haunt.
It goes from "honey, baby, sweetheart, boo",
To "You'll never escape the pain that I'll bring 2 you",
If you knew from the beginning you might have still taken this gamble,
Just for the simple pleasures before the mind scramble.
In your own space sometimes the tears flow like the rain,
Only in secret do you express your pain,
In the company of others you seem to be just fine,
Such a bright beacon, even the sun you outshine.
Anger, hatred n resentment have you thinking females are all the same,
You close your heart to girls as if the entire fleet is to blame,
Remaining closed might never lead you to that true joy,
And if you let in another she may just toss you like an old toy.
"What then do I do Michael-Shane?" they come in secret to ask,
I guess I could say I'm given a very tedious task,
I say "I believe that true love is something we're all destined to feel",
You should always try again, but give your heart enough time 2 heal".
- Michael-Shane Brown
Fates Choices:
Part one:
Pushing my life into fates hands,
Causes my mind to worry with fear,
Wondering what is,
And what will become,
As a result, my life is in shambles.
Now, as I lay here thinking,
I realize that fate isn't helping,
I'm being slowly dragged down,
Down the familiar black river,
The one I know all too well.
I've thrown myself into it many times before,
This time, fate brought me here,
Is this where I'm supposed to be,
Swimming in the deep waters of pain,
Drowning from all the hurt and worries?
Fated seemed to be a golden door,
An exit from reality,
It was supposed to be my life the way it should be,
Either fate is a lie,
Or I am doomed to be trapped in cold dark waters.
Part two:
A person steps to the cold muddy bank,
And extends a hand to pull me out,
He is kind and caring,
He pulls me into the sunlight,
Perhaps fate isn't so bad,
I feel warmth and happiness,
I'm surrounded by light and hope,
In my mind,
All is well.
I've allowed myself to feel again,
I'm happy and letting others in my life,
The man who saved me,
Treats me better than anyone in my life has treated me,
My strong bonds of friendship tighten,
This is all too good to be true.
Part three:
My skin begin to itch,
My body sweating,
I am ignorant to what is happening,
As I'm enjoying this new,
And forgetting the old,
I've begun to burn,
The suns heat is pounding my skin,
Seeping inside me and drying my soul,
I am careless and happy,
Other's can see,
They yell to me that my skin is melting,
My own life fading before their eyes.
As I'm having a sudden epiphany,
I hear a slow laugh break out,
It becomes louder,
Deeper,
Before I can see who it is coming from,
I'm lifted into the air,
The man who saved me,
Laughs as he throws me back into my murky beginning.
As I drift to the bottom,
Struggling to move my useless limbs,
I catch a glimpse of the man,
As he turns from the river,
I close my eyes,
And prepare to die.
The End
Shane Bennett
Form:
It’s been 3 years since the low blow of nadirs
As we said hooroo to you..goodbye to our top guy
Still feeling...reeling from the pain
Of all the polished veneers of careers
Which is the best palimpsests of Test contests..conquests
The class...VIP pass..no glass ceiling
Why..has to be the insane arcane Shane gravy train
You know they’re in the hall of fame..like Elvis
When they just get called by their first name
Palpable fears cricket will never ever
Be quite the same game again
Cricketing Gods above showered their love.. on an upstart..
Who didn’t just play his part but resurrected
The respected but sadly neglected.. leg spin art
Vision of befuddling precision & derision lingers
The dawn of Warne
Muddling aplomb of his first ball against a Pom
Fingers flipped…it dipped..gripped..ripped
Nipped..skipped..clipped off stump
Leggy bomb….under the pump
Down in the dump chump
Plump Gatting slipped..pipped
We quipped..ill equipped..standing sentry for
The outstanding ball of the century
Shane twirled & quite simply
Changed the world of batting
Gandalf's celestial staff...walks the walk...talks the talk
On some extra terrestrial path
And at tother end..you're having a laugh..where
When there's then the zen
Of his old friend Glenn McGrath
Warnie’s masterplan of..flair…elan and despair
Devious...mischievous...had plenty of previous
Alright unfair trite slights about hair implants..highlights
Off the square delights…did revel with rare
On another level.. seedier devil may care flights
Done like a kipper by a ripper
Wannabe chipper skipper's flipper again
One of the game’s greatest readers & media feeder
Should've been.. hallowed.. not fallowed leader
Memories never wane of how
Shane did forever entertain
A whizz doing the biz with such fizz
Legendary larrikin of sin & spin
So let's ordain the Champagne
Campaign & Reign of Shane!
Lily – Shane – Buddy
By Franklin Price
07/24/2022
Lily, Shane and Buddy
Bringing sunshine to my door
In just a couple hours
Might just be a little more
Driving in Shane's brand new truck
Been on the road about a week
They're coming here to visit me
To look around and have a peek
Greeting them with home made tacos
Making sure they get their fill
They're family not company
They'll not be getting any bill
Lily is my own granddaughter
Shane is her best of friends
It could progress to more than that
On how things go, it all depends
Buddy is a friend to both
Walks with them in the parks
He doesn't have a lot to say
Has no words to speak, just barks
They will be here several days
Will be visiting with me
Whatever they would like to do
There are many sights to see
They're on an excellent adventure
Still have many miles to go
I'm one of their many stops
We'll have a grand old time, I know
Until Later
By Franklin Price
7/28/2022
Lily,Shane and Buddy
Are leaving here today
Their visit has been wonderful
Now they must be on their way
Other family to visit
Other places to explore
What a time I've had with them
Since they brightened up my door
Played dominoes into the night
Shane never cheated, he was fun
He asked me for my Lily's hand
I said yes, you are one
We climbed the highest mountain
In the Eastern U.S.A.
Walked across the bridge of flowers
Where the Dirty Dancers played
We hiked along the river Broad
Shane and Buddy walked across
Buddy fetched sticks from the water
That the three of us would toss
Last night was the last night
We finished up by playing scrabble
Lily made up several words
Shane looked up all her babble
It's now early in the morning
They're still sleeping 'cross the way
They came, with love, to visit
Get permission, and to play
I gave them my God's blessing
For their marriage that's to be
They'll continue they're adventures
Hand in hand, upon life's sea.
Continued from Part 1
Matt Dillon chases Jack LaLane
Around a roller derby lane
I think I need some more cocaine,
So please don’t ever come back Shane
I try to walk another street
When me and Walter Cronkite meet;
He says he thinks the news is neat
And starts to talk about the sleet
I run away as fast I can
When Brinkley and the other man
Say ‘good night Peter, good night Pan’
While Tinker Bell is on the can
A dog starts crapping up the yard,
He must have eaten too much Pard
But watch out, here comes Pat Boone, bard,
He’s taking steps without regard
I find a jackass facing me
And ride as far as far can be
And find myself beneath the sea,
But now Lloyd Bridges faces me
I think he must be on a hunt
To find a mind that he can stunt;
He says ‘they’re sitting all up front
And you can hear them as they grunt’
Old Ironsides rolls into view
And says he’s looking for a clue;
I close my eyes and say ‘me too’
’cause something seems so much askew
I better buy some brand new specs
’cause Mickey Mouse is rated X
And everybody’s doing sex;
Ben Casey gives the VD checks
Hey, Milton Berle is throwing rocks
And Elvis Presley’s chased by flocks
Of girls in teeny bopper socks;
Please help, I’m sick, I need two docs
A weirdo asks me ‘what’s my line
If Ricky Nelson drinks my wine
And Lucy is my concubine;
Paola’s great if I get mine’
I’m looking for a place to hide
I stick my thumb out for a ride
When Jackie Gleason pulls up beside
‘If two squared’s four, can you divide?’
‘Of course I can, I’ve been to school
And I am not nobody’s fool’
I feel I am a molecule
Just floating through a vestibule
So Jackie says ‘you are a kid
But older than a pyramid,
Too bad you’re not a phallic squid;
I say, ah, can you spare a lid?’
Some girls are wearing panty hose
They shave their hair which overgrows
And spray away their bod’s B.O.s;
I want to fade inside my clothes
Continued in Part 3
With nostalgia Mom looks back to the year
A little girl walking to Riverside Park, without fear
Except for the bowery, no homeless on the street
Kids played outside, lots of friends to meet.
A chocolate bar was 5 cents, a penny was copper through
You could buy a gun downtown, no-one would take it from you.
It was a period that didn’t excuse arson and looting
There were no alienated teens who dreamed of school-shooting.
Most kids had Mom and Pop, and extended family too
Op-eds groused that the president golfed, and nothing was new
I'd say that's better than the current polarization
Half of us can’t stand the rest of the nation.
Our money devalues, and the government has to borrow
But then a dollar today was still a dollar tomorrow
You didn’t get years of debt for college admission
A job in the summer could pay most of your tuition.
I've seen movies of the time, like North by Northwest
Mom liked Shane and Rashomon, and the Searcher's Quest
Movies and TV generally met a wholesome test
Though kids might dispute shows like “Father Know’s best”
In some ways it was worse, I don't want to pretend
Before her father's friends reached 70, they met their end
If you flew in an airplane there was more chance it fell down.
And police told blacks to stay away from NY’s downtown
.
You might think we were so much less tolerant then
But for current tolerance, I’d give one out of ten
A third of college kids would report their professor
For deviations from some template of victim or oppressor
Teachers can't discipline, and there’s a cost
For a teacher, any respect is lost
Teachers don’t like being kicked, punched, and reviled
Half a million vacancies now because the kids go wild.
Now we have freedom to take drugs, and choose our pronoun
But we have trillions of debts, and more want the system down
We didn’t know what we had, we risked all on the dice
The pendulum swung and did not usher paradise.
Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong
Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal
The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language
In America
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation
Open market Economics allows applications
Trickle Down Tips
Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp
Allotted and zeroed burden
Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases
Those whom capitalize
remove civil liberties
This is lobby, page, reception, speculation
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare
The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance
This is corruption
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral
Loss of life as replaced in numerical
Press campaign powers
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This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott
I can’t decide if I really did,
Was I really, was she the one?
In a short span, she made this young man
Wonder, ponder, gander, look myself in the eyes and ask…
You in love? You can’t be in love.
You have no clue, what love can do to you.
What the hell is this four letter word?
Sometimes used following a verb.
Making love, faking love, taking love,
Playing love, like it’s a joke, some comedy,
Damn this shorty is the bomb to me.
An explosion, not through the Trojan,
She’s made my mind ejaculate
And give birth to something I don’t even know.
Yo, I can’t even show, her how I’m feeling.
Damn I’m kneeling, begging her to take me.
She thinks I’m crazy son, got an obsession,
But it’s more like an impression.
What I’m confessing, is too damn real,
What man will, pour his heart out,
His blood, his tears, even tells his peers, what he’s thinking about.
Damn girl, what kind of spell, or root have you put on me?
I didn’t ask for this, it just happened,
Like I was nappin’, and you woke me up,
What the… why you do that
Then not feel the same way back.
You make me want to come back
To my queen in Queens,
You’re the first girl that didn’t turn me on with what’s in her jeans.
I don’t mean, to come between, what’s going on in your life,
But you are too nice, great advice, and our b-ball convos
Did Sugar Shane combos, on my heart, sorry but you are a part
Of my love experience, you the first one that had me not fearing it.
I truly miss you, I have to get it off my chest,
I swear you’re the best, better than the rest,
If you still with that so-called man, he’s the most blessed
Man alive, hope he never lets you leave his side.
I have to hear from you at least one more time,
And there will be no more poems, no more rhymes,
I hope you and your fam are doing just fine,
Holla back bonita, this is the last time.