He said "put me in jail"
I want to go to gaol
I am homeless
And harmattan makes me ail
I don't think of many troubles
Than others of me out there of miserables
Harmattan will soon be gone
But that doesn't fill the gap
At present has made lips chap
Don't be so gape
Such is its effect woebegone
But still have got to hold my brawn
Help me
Harbour me
Trace to peace
For humanity's grace
You are our friends
Don't treat me a stranger in disguise
I sought for safety
But am in disdain
Discovering my properties are missing
I thought I was welcome with alacrity
While asleep thirsty
Your acts bind people's adverse chain
There is a popular myth
That the word
Originated as an acronym for 'ship high in transit'
A supposed nautical phrase pith
But its origin is untrue to be a truth
More older past ages to treat
There are trustworthy officers
Many then have service zeal
They all aim the world heal
Far away from the abusers
But while they abused their lagacies
Make atrocities enjoy no justifiable appeal
The penchant of a national leader.
can show malignancy in things he says;
things for which his mind needs a proof-reader.
Some tempers malign as rivals start to quiz
Views have drawn the cancer, cacoethes.
A writer’s mania – cacoethes scribendi -
appears when terrorists write a manifesto.
Do over-engaged minds stage what’s trendy?
obsessive was the groove of the fluent Victor Hugo
and fictional, compulsive liar – Pinocchio.
Take Hugo’s masterpiece, Les Miserables.
With surplus words, intense cravings we find
yield lawless acts, theft, prostitution which rob
disadvantaged folk of their conventional mind.
Poverty's victims are prone to spell-bind.
Sorely thoroughly I love you
as I am looking in to your eyes
heartbeats I miserables song quotes
about your voice good sound of babies
in the thought process
You are a beautiful thing
you return alotted in the Father wishes
you are ever blessed
under no conditions
freely you get for free
you are beautiful daughter
You are a beautiful thing
of the most high God
you're awesome already
we're beautiful flowers
Blessed not on display
we chosen with you
as a mess from the world
but yet in His eyes we are blessed
Ever so so we are all so beautiful
all along the race your energy push your light
for will be able right spaciously
You are a beautiful thing
I come to me I hold your heart
inside my you're together
we will be bright brighter than the stars
and the Sun that day or at night we are
you are a beautiful thing
this great story is comparable ~ to parables in holy writ
The sunny days have arrived
The lost warmth has been revived
yes! the one lost in the winters behind
amidst the cold and windy weather on every side.
The increasing heat of this warm hug
will surely ripen the corn fields
and the flourish of gold on vast lands
will bring smiles to many lips.
But there are still some unlucky subjects under the Crown of the ruling monarch
who suffer from drought and are often thirsty
and no drop of water is shed as mercy.
The suffering awarded to the people around
isn't really on the will of the mighty king
it's indeed the punishment for their own faults
that led to these miserables scenarios.
But times to come have a lot more to offer
because soothing showers are destined to come forward
after long hours of unshattered hope and perseverance
our Earth shall be rewarded a great deal of contentedness.....
(fact)
Miserables witches.
I would think from all the things you try to steal from me and extort from me and my son, you think that it was gonna make you happy.
But to bad it only became a burden load in your life with bad luck like a Egyptian treasure curse.
You should not try to take what's not yours that belongs to me and my son.
Your home are like a fire hazard like your heart, filled with items that you do not deserve to have.
You have no shame for all you've done. That's because you've been taking advantage of people, violating them for so long it leaves you dead inside your soul.
I will be grieving for all the things you have done because that how much I feel sorry for you being that low.
Now I see why so many children lives are corrupted and they future they wind up giving up on.
Now that you mess with mines. I am going to destroy yours. As well as your reputation till you feel the shame crawl through you.
For everything of mines are happens to be one of a kind like myself. so stop being a fool and return me what 's mines for all eyes will be on you until you do.
I see my reflection staring back
From an empty cup of coffee, black.
And new lines that I have never seen
Have made an older man of me.
Typists and calligraphers alike, like me
Come here to decipher the human psyche
And through and through all of us fail
And eat plain biscotti with coffee, stale.
It’s
In my story
just an obserVation
Another standard deviation
to Whittle words for the World around
Wound like Fickle filament of Fire bulb wire.
the Vapor trails of Vehement Volcanoes Venting
A parent le miserables dat carousel and Care to Sell excel Lance
While lamp lighting a way to free-dumb with Lyrical Trance
Gripping Gravity concentrated illuminated
SusStained on moments of brilliance
Burst stardust nova eXperience
We LackLustorLove
and rise above
emo poverty
evergreen
Bloom!
Poet Trees…
from a challenge on A Poet's Haven
Saturday Night Romance
"Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower."
- Les Miserables, Victor Hugo
She had away about her
She was born with a gift
And oh could she use it
She commanded attention
Everyone took notice
She was made from Stardust
In a perfect combination
We met before Terra was born
And each time we met again
Her lips will quiver as they have
A thousand times over
When the morning is young
The curtains will be drawn
The doors will be locked
Her mask will come off
Her eyes will water
As the memories flow
And the joy of a love
That can not be ended
As Stars have imploded
And still our love lives
Death has come
A thousand times over
And still her lips quiver
When our eyes cross
The way it did
That very first time
And so it shall
As our souls have
Crossed and shall
Again and again
The love we share
Has sustained us
A thousand times over
items in my container of memories
playbill for "Les Miserables" that Dad enjoyed
reminder of ignoble government
Jean Val Jean’s quest for justice
fugitive from the merciless Javert
outdated cell phone that’s priceless
forever I’ll carry it; this cannot be lost
inbox carries my father’s last message to me
“Happy New Year, Baby,” were his words
just 30 minutes before his fatal stroke
publication of Dad’s obituary
green light for thieves to trash his house
tearfully driving 250 miles, hoping to erase their indignity
televisions, heirlooms and appliances stolen
but Dad’s desk held items of greater value
many awards for the Senior Olympics five-mile race
pencil my CPA father chewed and broke
dreaded bifocals that caused Dad consternation
the only items thieves left behind
were those that bring Dad closer to me
*June 20, 2019
Contest: More to Me
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Watching her black as white kitty lioness prowling amongst life's trees....
Lean is she abandoned perhaps les miserables ? Inspired by yesterday's meal
A live kill his unknowing squirrel and babies whom wait on love's, merciful plate ?
Post zombie's apocalyptic world; rushing to beat their midnight toll in poignant they
Cursed the branches void, of light ? Critical acclaim bows and ties a cannibal's dreams
His pagan's guise; dressed these robes her market's place open graves where children cry..
Your covered bridge there cross the blind ? In trails be tears their own shall find; a fool's gold.
I am chasing the rainbow
Without sky and clouds.
I am chasing my life,
The wonderful smile and the saddest one.
I am chasing the hardship
My green mint poem,
My vanilla drawing,
The path of Arthur Rimbaud, and
Les Miserables:
My Gavroche,
My Jean Valjean, and
My Cosette Eileen.
I am chasing the rainbow
And it turned out
It is between my smile and my chin.
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