Emma Watson you're the bomb
Fuse you count as boom
Eyebrows too, you are to me
what every boy can loom
For what you are to high explode
a spy can be your brow
And beaten am I in your presence
I seem to watch you POW!
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Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Pugilistic arts?
Or just a bloody fight?
Whichever - might makes right!
MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND A POW HE AND I ARE CELEBRATING OUR 9TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED ON THE 4TH OF JULY BUT DECIDED JULY 8TH 2016 POLK COUNTY WHERE WE SPENT SO MANY YEARS VOLUNTEERING IN OUR CHURCH MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART SPECIAL OLYMPICS ROTC SUN N FUN AEROSPACE ACADEMY WE ARE VERY EXCITED AFTER EXTREME DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AS HIS WIFE DIED OF MS THE MANY POEMS I WROTE TO HONOR MS SURVIVORS OUR MEETING WAS DESTINED OUR LOVE IS AN AWESOME LOVE WE BOTH COPE WITH PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY ITS AMAZING WE SURVIVED JAMAICAN DEALERS BREAKING IN OUR HOME JAMAICAN FEMALES LEFT OVER FROM MY ABUSIVE E. HUSBAND PLOTTED TO HARM MY DISABLED VETERAN SPOUSE TODAY WE ARE STILL STANDING WE ARE AMERICANS ALL ARMY STRONG 101 AIRBOURNE POLK COUNTY VETERANS I ADORE FLORIDA WE ARE TRULY BLESSED CELEBRATING SU. N FUN AND US HOLY MATRIMONY AGAINST ALL ODDS WE SURVIVED THIS SENT MY STALKER MY FATAL ATTRACTION INTO A RAGE SHOOTING UP OUR PLA TS MY PRAYERS ARE WITH MY ENEMIES MY IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING MY IDENTITY HACKING INTO OUR LIVES FINALLY POINTING AN ASSAULT RIFLE AT MY POW HUSBAND HE CRIED IN MY ARMS VERY BRAVE GOD HAS BLESSED ME A D MY HUSBAND
Today I'm feeling so blessed loving helping my veterans especially the prisoners of war what a wonderful blessing I was able to present my own husband the quilt of valor can't wait to cuddle with it he and I both suffer ptsd traumatic brain injury caring for one another no matter what the sheer dedication the blessings holding my POW the look in his eyes knowing we are safe protected against all harm if anyone know a POW give him a hug tell him thank you for your service I am truly blessed
God bless America
My wife is a poet and I am not,
She creates with her pen, I use robot!
She doesn’t know the truth,No! not a hint,
I don’t look in her eyes, lest reads a glint!
She picks topics at random to challenge,
by night ready poetry is for exchange,
if she wins, in different room I stay,
If I win, wow, wow! then I have my way!!
many topics she chose every Sunday,
to keep me away from favourite play!
many times came close to losing, oh, my!
If I had not used my friend, the AI!
Every evening she reads her’s with passion,
With certainty of win, no compassion!
It is then in slow slow voice I read mine,
so far the AI has worked, all is fine!!
So then, those of you, who hate the AI,
I say to you, What is it to you? Why?
If not for the robot who helps me out,
I will be sleeping alone, have no doubt!
I long to dance and chant around the orange crackling fire in front of my tribe, the Sioux
Hot humid July night.
Sweat and passion.
Kick up the dust from my ancestors teachings.
Yip and scream my heart's desire.
We are one.
God is to be feared.
He made us to be revered.
Join me, won't you?
Release your fear, worry, and doubt! And dance and shout!
Celebrate this hallowed night.
The elders gather.
The youngin's bob and scoot.
This is sacred time.
Sacred land.
Our stomachs full of nurturing food from the creator.
Bears, wolves, mountain lions dare not enter our camp.
We are the danger.
The Chief and Medicine Man nod from across the fire.
The warriors dance.
The princess' prance.
Great design?
Or all by chance?
POW! Right on the Kisser!/b>
In my best dreams you plant one (POW! Right on the kisser!)
but not with your fists, my dear, war’s touch is fiercer
than lips I aspire to, and tastes more like passion, chance given,
poor heart so enraptured by glances. By mercies I’m riven,
feel hog-tied and gagged in your presence, my soul ice,
blood boils (at the same time), mind locked - is this paradise?
Will life’s end know the answer, must blood pay for verdict?
Is love on God’s path for my life? Am I addict
just looking for hit, hooked on smack? Place reserved at Love’s table,
a chance I’ll be chosen to join who sits there? As I’m able
(dear loved ones) I’ll save seats for you! Christ’s the soul’s hope,
His Grace said, “sufficient for all!” (If faith saves that’s dope)!
Brian Johnston
November 18th in 2022
Marilyn Ann Francis
Admin
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MEMORIAL DAY
POW OR MIA
God be with them in a special way.
*
Protect these loved ones.
From their captors hate.
~
Make a way for their escape.
Reveal the cause that hides their fate.
*
If with You , we'll have to wait.
Tell them we'll meet, by the pearly gates.
~
God rest their souls till judgement day.
Where you'll take all pain and tears away.
*
Let the flags wave high! Till Johnny's home.
In our heart's you're never alone.
~
MAFLongfellow
When I was a teenager I felt like I was a POW
and when I got some freedom I went MIA
and Dad would be waiting to ground me OMG
but when the chain was off I would be gone ASAP
knowing what would happen, oh yeah I would be DOA
as Dad was yelling (I was thinking KISS)
you see in those days I was a FF
and this would repeat itself SALT
but I learned in time that Dad loved me, LOL
and I loved him too, BTW
there were not enough days with him IMO.
Daddy RIP!
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March 15, 2021
Poetry/Verse/POW
Copyright Protected, ID 03-
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Inspired by L. Milton Hankins Contest, but not for his contest.
*FF - frequent flyer
*SALT - same as last time
* IMO- in my opinion
The exoplanet council's having a pow-wow
Where are those amateur astronomers now
We've lost track of their telescopes
Have all those earthlings given up hope
Optimistic that our lifeforms will soon be discovered
Guess we'll have to wait 'til folks down there recover
the fiery red sun
leaves a rainbow of colors~
nature's smoking gun
Prance across my stomach, with your lightest touch.
Take a big juicy bite out of my boobs, wood tick man.
Sure. Swirl my blood around in your little mean mouth.
Take your time. Enjoy yourself, at my expense. For a second.
Here is the deal. I have sensitive skin, and I will feel you rather quickly.
So I will slather you in Vicks or Vaseline. You will have to pull out to breathe.
And POW! That is when I will smear your bloody corpse into my Kleenex and
Flush you away, delighting me greatly.
Crack open the front door
Oh so gingerly
Extend your neck
Chin thrust forward
Your nose edges out...side
POW! YOU ARE RAMMED!
By a Wall
Of the hottest air
This Side of Hell
Tuck your chin back in...side
Wince ... once
Wince ... twice
Blink salty tears stream down your face
Your January Dream come true!
pow(x,y)
You can create a function to relate
the value of x raised to power y.
One clever way to exponentiate
is to repeat a simple multiply.
If y is zero, just return a one—
for ev’ry number, that will be the case.
And when y equals one, your work is done—
the answer will be x, your starting base.
For ev’ry other value y can be,
just multiply by x, recursively.
Life is full of lies
Rejection and denies
We're here till the bitter end
No one will ever be my friend
But that's ok
I won't live long anyway
Kill me here
Kill me now
I will grab the gun and pow!
One shot to end it all
Watch me slip
Watch me fall
I will die without pain
Life is but a meaningless game
We'll all have our wish at the end
To be without anyone not even a friend
That's what I say about life
If you disagree i'll stab you with a knife
To end your bitter life
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