Inspiring fast-paced visible child’s natural world
The essence of vivid imagery; with their toes up and curled.
Their rosy warm and charming faces, roll play as birds.
In another world with just a handful of words
From side to side, dance upward to the blue sky,
Shoulders sway with a swing and pretend to fly.
When in play creativity among awe and wonder
Fantasy while dressing up with their imagination plunder.
Such morsel of meat,
Esau sold his true birthright,
Cause the plunder hate.
With a wink in her eyes so bright,
She'd search for pizza day and night.
When the sense would hit,
She'd lose all her wit,
And devour every slice in sight!
Historian writes that after the mongols left lahore khokhar and gabru plundered the rest of the city.
Couplet
Wo tab bhi loot maar kartay thay aur ab bhi kartay hain
Na yasir shami kuch bolta hai na Iqrar-ul-Hassan.
Drowned by the environment
pirate humans are dragged towards rocks created by own plundering
17 syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com
22 May 2022
Words of evening she speaks
To him
I act if I don't know
There in secret places
Is where they wish to go
Mornings were I labor most
To be neat and clean
She wholloes beneath him
To be spiteful and mean
Yeah than when separation
Is the antidote
I am all he has
It's when I mean
As much
Love of Mendini by Mukhon Strativerous
Sexy Compositions
Meatus Arrangements
Compositions and Sounds
Done by What Shuldovsai &
Mo Passion
That Ole Gal
and Her Strumpet samples of
Ladyrhift and Groovey Saturday nite
Pagen Pie Phyght courtesy of
Tasty Thot and Baritone Mendini
From Hast Kredentials.
Bounce and Boogie appears courtesy
Of One Whirl Products
Jiggling like fruit on the vine
lightening and thunder
God and all of His plunder
about much will wonder
God With All of His Plunder
Lightening and thunder
God with all of the plunder
filled with His wonder
Thoughts assail me, images pound on my brain
Those men assaulting me, their bodies on top of me
I wish to run away from myself, cut off my mind
I stare at nothing, don't feel like talking
What to say, how can I even talk about it
It was shameful, torturous, unthinkable
Going to police, the very thought is distressing
They would ask me thousand questions
To say all that and prove you are telling the truth
That's even more horrifying than rape
I wish to die but something is stopping me
Once I catch hold of those five men and kill them
I can die peacefully
They should not be alive to repeat what they did with me
My life blank, future blank, pain all over,
I wish to just sleep peacefully without thoughts
God give me sleep. Give me peace.
Please I beg you
I can no longer bear this torture.
Note: fictional
"Don't sin you will be punished ten times multiplied"
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Just think of her miseries
given for some moments joyous
It doesn't end here
your senses desires more...
Just think of your future
lifelong feeling of guilt does linger
How will you justify yourself
for no control over senses?
Sitting idle seeing lustful things
brooding over them your mind longs
Why not busy yourself in sensible things?
Busy with work, fruitful thoughts...
For women her honour is most precious
To dishonor her, it's horrible, its terrible
Sensitivity lost for bodily desires
How will you forgive yourself?
Think of your desired object,
isn't it most dirty?
Lust overpowers,
blinds your thinking
When puppet of your senses,
they pressure you to sin
Upholding good virtues,
why not think everyone is my kin
Date: 8/30/2020
Written for "A Lipogram Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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Lipogram no A checked at poetry soup grammar checker.
Why do certain people think they're special
When they look similar to millions of others
Why do certain people think they're special
When all they want to do is maim and smother
Why do certain people think they're special
Because they want something someone else has
Why do certain people think they're special
Because they thinks it's their right, just because!
Why do certain people think they're special
When a cloud in the sky is similar everywhere
Why do certain people think they're special
When rain is rain that these said clouds share
Why do certain people think they're special
What do they see when they awake in the morn
Why do certain people think they're special
What have they become since they were born
Why do certain people think they're special?
Paradoxial plunder
Though it dose'nt make sense
Yet it happens to be true
Sometimes we can't believe it
Like we never had a clue
But there it was
In front of our eye's
Like it shouldn't have been
Just a bunch of lies
How do we accept it
How do we learn
To go against common sense
Yet for knowledge we yearn
The question of the paradox
Shall always be seen
If we sharpen our wit
And our mind's are keen
So never give up
Fight the good fight
And deep in our hearts
We knew we were right
We plunder the ideas and creativity of all,
like modern day pirates.
Ensuring the success of the corportation.
Very safe, very quiet,
unlike the pirates of old.
Jewels covered the earth,
And gold paved the streets.
Like an Eden amongst Eden’s.
And fruits grew everywhere,
Even in the sea and the air.
Words like baron and land,
Never touched skin, or formed words together to touch the lips of natives.
Natives that planted and deeply rooted there feet’s unto the soil,
And whose hands stretched towards the sun like flowers.
Then the roots of the natives,
That where so deeply rooted.
Left the soil and started picking jewels,
From left and right, they started hacking away at the golden streets like mad mans.
They even sold their soul for the gold,
Then in reverse, they sold gold for others soul.
Then there eyes blinded by greed was set,
On the most precious jewel of them all.
The blue gem,
Which they all sought to plunder.