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What a Charmer
She was a snake charmer’s daughter
Mother did all the same things before her
Her mom did it best
For she was well blessed
Her daughter was smaller and shorter.
Yet she's a beautiful performer
Charming all the snakes there before her
Only wears rubies
Upon her boobies
And sequins light up her transformer.
Beneath the stars and moonlight she glows
Dancing with bells on fingers and toes
With ducks and dives
She brings snakes alive
Including those pounding in trunk hose.
6th January 2022
The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Tu as changé les catégories et les sujets de mes poèmes. Tu essaies de me transformer en l'image de quelque chose d'autre. et reimagine : plagiat ou vol de contenu. Marrying is a impressionist term.
It is often mimicked and undermined. Said the Obist to the Flutier. If the bassman get's us ah going. We gonna Jig this musicometra. Jiggle, clap, groove and grind! Brainwashing the flute player involved hypnotism. The goal was to get him to think he was an oboist. He came out, doing strangs and we just let him groove like that. Crazy man! Crazy! Perspectives emphasize growth, boundary-pushing, and sharing..Baddez jamma Lovestra: Canny Saurous Flex. Dance Floor Giggles.
Infatuation fade, revealing a lack of deep emotional connection, shared values, or true intimacy.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------La tò dona l'è la mia puttana che la cumpariss curs di Records de la puttana amiga
Permission of "riff-Riff Hootchi " used with permission.
Big Spoonie Gal" also used with permission by Tangles and Lazy Frims of
Big Greasy Album Co. A Yorkshire Music Company.
"Dance-Hall Woman" scored by Mancanza de Prufunda Emoziun of BAG"O"BEETS
Music. "Bassoon Wagon" performed by Sakuraba and The Hookers.
No ball games, keep out, no access
and please keep off the grass,
restricted zone, no entry here unless you show your pass.
Stay clear, don't go beyond this point,
warning! Electric fence!
(you could tell by the transformer-
unless of course, you're dense).
Remember childhood playing outside, all
bumps and scrapes and scuffs?
You lived by using common sense, and if
you didn't- tough.
Public information films said don't go
flying kites near pylons, swim in
quarry lakes, in case the foolish might.
But now we're wrapped in cotton wool
and everyone's just fine
but freedom's being washed away-
if you can see the signs.............
Pride is a motivator, a stimulator of scarlet soul
an accelerator to the next glorious goal
generator of newcoming awakening
cultivator out cunning the unkind
cutting away all the doubts and flouts, leaving the babel and rabble behind,
a slayer of beasts and witches,
pulverizer of all that threatens my wishes,
Pride is an educator, a teacher whom need not flatter
or conspire to push passion higher,
a preacher promisin that you can be better than you thought you were,
transformer from the mediocre to a raw reformer
makin my heart the perfect love performer
romanticizer of the love battles that my Lady and I thunder
reinforcer of our durable dreams, encourager for our beautiful hunger,
Pride has weather, moving me to smile at the wind and bear the barbs of error,
an innovator of my instincts, reflector of bleeding color
It compells me to be a competitor, a finisher, and a star runner,
my blessings won't bow to humble hoaxes
my talent cannot tolerate the tamming of tragedies
my courage will not cower with the false virtue of humble hypnotism
ain't no way a honkeytonk humbler gonna wear away my sway,
my faith will not stumble upon the stones of humble wastelands,
I wasn't born to walk with humble eyes,
I'm alive to thrive with a sacred strive,
in pride I hear the voice of my Creator say, be great or die!
J.A.B.
She is not a supernatural
All she is - a being of morals
She is not invinscible
Yet, She can be divisible
A shed light in a darkened room
An inspiration to a person in doom
A transformer in many things
A quiet fighter in anything
A sister she can be
A friend she can be
A mother she can become
A baby she can come
A casual smile she can release
Giving someone a sudden bliss
When tear pours and uncease
It weakens or ruins anyone's peace
Indeed, she is a supergirl
On whole wide world at twirl
Independently ravaging
Graciously empowering
by: olive_eloi
10:09am
01/15/2014
CONTEST: any poem # 20 Free Poetry
SPONSOR: Poet Destroyer A
6TH PLACE
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It is in the hottest month of April, The hot sun is disappearing slowly, Suddenly the sky is covered by clouds,
Mother is rushing towards the upstairs,
Tasty sago fryums are drying there, The south -west monsoon wind blows swiftly, Hot summer thunder is roaring loudly, Bright lightning is plucking the eyes, The cattle are running towards the sheds , Birds are taking asylum at the trees, A dust storm is circling the narrow streets, The nearby transformer bursts noisily, The entire domain is in dense darkness, No wonder,it's the sign of summer rain.
The female calendar
The night cosmos opens the earth to moisture,
germination of the moonlight rejoice.
Tenderizing the ground to reach the underwater sight,
mist of luminous Moon light from the pull of monthly tide.
Moon phases of the great cosmic dance,
fertilization in the ovum of darkness to advance.
Circulation of blood and sap in plants,
the mother calendar naturally grants.
More difficult to observe the orbit of the Moon,
then that of the earth around the Sun.
The earth spirit as transformer by protoplasmic intention,
capable of reciprocal relation with all its creation.
It is cosmos to those who know the way,
and chaos to those who lose it by rational stray.
The female live in the lunar circle of body,
becoming and changing the order of everybody.
The secret time keeper and its flowing,
the witnessing of the body growing.
Moon, mind, calendar, menstruation, month,
Honeymoon, fortnight, fertility crunch.
When the paradox splits into dualism,
the act of natures consciousness as prism.
I’ve battled pain
That left me feeling so alone
It left my heart slain
With a sword I’d never known
~
The battle was sordid
Beating my heart and soul
Soon I’d be rewarded
Because I’d meet my goal
~
When I felt so lost and alone
God sent me His pure love
With sensations I’d never known
Gifts from the angels above
~
Grieving my losses
Seemed all there was to do
But there were the crosses
To remind me of what I knew
~
With Jesus, I will always win
Battles fierce and fearful
With Jesus, no matter where I’ve been
Love alive is so skillful
~
With Jesus, the battle is won
It only takes God’s armor
All and all, it’s said and done
His Love is my transformer
~
I’ve battled the worst
And won with His love
Pain that is reversed
Sent on wings of a dove
September 21 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Joel 1-3
Key Verse – Joel 1:14 Sanctify ye a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the LORD your God, and cry unto the LORD.
HEART THAT CRIES UNTO THE LORD OUR GOD
Our heart cries unto the Lord our God in our pain
Caused by sinfulness-sting of transgression-stain…
He is our great Healer, granting wholeness’ gain
Truly, His salvation-ointment is never in vain.
Our heart cries unto the Lord our God in our shame
Caused by pride’s embarrassment and blame…
He is our merciful Encourager with pursuit of forgiveness’ aim
Truly, His meekness humbling us is always aflame.
Our heart cries unto the Lord our God in our ache
Caused by hypocrisy’s pretension, deceitfully fake…
He is our merciful Encourager against cowardice-shake
Truly, His rebuking chastisement is ready to wake.
Our heart cries unto the Lord our God in our shock
Caused by worldliness’ smiting knock…
He is our wise Designer against confusion’s lock
Truly, His quality standard is a perfection-rock.
Our heart cries unto the Lord our God in our woes
Caused by persecutions from attacking foes…
He is our mighty Defender, shielding us from perilous blows
Truly, His protecting safeguard is a fortress as to Him we draw close.
Our heart cries unto the Lord our God in our pouts
Caused by discontentment, worries and doubts…
He is our ready Provider with bountifulness’ shouts
Truly, His abundant satisfaction is away from crises’ routes.
Our heart cries unto the Lord our God in our guilt
Caused by trespasses’ filthy silt…
He is our gracious Transformer with goodness-built
Truly, His kindness-charge is free from evil’s tilt or wilt.
September 21, 2026
We woke in darkness, not because
The dawn had not arrived
But rather due to power, of which
We had been deprived.
An underground transformer,
We were told, at our hotel,
Went on the fritz and when it
Could be fixed, they couldn’t tell.
Our flight was in the morning, so
We packed and dressed to leave,
A challenge in a pitch-black room,
Which you could well believe.
We skipped the shower and no make-up
I could thus apply,
And so I looked as bad
As I could look if I did try.
Although, within the scheme of things
That can go wrong each day,
This glitch, while quite annoying’s
Hardly reason to inveigh.