Watching Upcoming Toilet Bowl Lvii Highlight of February 12th, 2023
Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvii highlight of February 12th, 2023
Above title attests
how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush with adventure overflowing excrement
er... rather excitement.
Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
believe me not, but urination
and defecation née emergency evacuation,
where majority of human league
smell bound with fascination
triggered (reasonably rhyming) inspiration
culmination of requisite
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Categories:
lvii, 12th grade, abuse, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Reserata Carcerem Lvii
Porous pride sucked sassy strength leased
b' bounty biddings hoisted hurls greased.
"f two cods, crushed contentions dangled -
their salient stances 'n' hexed dribbles.
Quoth th' first t' twain bis, "Oft would you grudge?
Knowing that ere thou wert torn trudge
hoisted horizon "f pain punctured.
Why ergo thou'rt "n offshoot "f fractures?"
Torn twain b' lanky liquor smitten
which behove with erst
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Categories:
lvii, dark,
Form: Sonnet
Love Letter From the Soul Lvii
L,
Out of the smoke and rubble
I rise
away from darkened roads
and twisted minds
forged
into the heat of day
where hot steel pierces
the teeth of a sharpened blade
I hear echoes emerging
from past lessons
a velvetine box of secrets
enticing me to enter
the unknown
where risk creates rewards
there is calm
bare feet landing upon the floor
walking closer
you open the chamber
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Categories:
lvii, love,
Form: Dramatic Verse
If Ever I Had a Country : Lvi and Lvii
IF ever I had a country : LVI - LVII
LVI
IF ever I had a Stateless country
And if ever I were a Stateless Person citizen patriot ready to lay my life down for the statelessness of my country
I'd ask myself first who rules in this Country without a State to make it a country
Whether this Stateless
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Categories:
lvii, community, international, leadership, philosophy,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Lvii E E Cummings ------A Copy Cat Poem
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her
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Categories:
lvii, devotion, love, life, me,
Form: Narrative