A Grand Sale is going on my posh shop.
Please manage your time to have just a stop.
You won't get disappointed : I am sure.
Please visit at ease with friends to explore.
Neatly arranged in separate sections
Lots of choices for your satisfaction.
Look over the garments to choose and try
in the trial room before you can buy.
Dresses for Ladies, Children, Men , all nice !
Available just in moderate price.
All are shown in proper categories :
Fabric painted and also embroidered.
All belonging to most latest fashions :
I am offering several options.
I'm assuring your appreciation.
Your friends will develop same attraction.
Announcing Stock clearance sale : Almost new !
Not in large numbers, those are very few.
On a flat discounted rate, those will be sold.
For no reasons those can be termed as ' Old.'
So ! Sale is continuing at random !
Shop is waiting for you : All are welcome.
Grand Sale ! Grand Sale ! Grand Sale ! Bell is ringing .
Feel free to enjoy foll zest and zing.
Of Romance she told me
as long as it was with you
who am i to argue
it's the way to keep it
right with you
Promised you the world
try to myself
it needs some collaboration
you and I together
truing and trusting
keeping our thang together
aint know selfishness
it's all about you and I
coming together
to be as one
lover to lover
freind to freind
you're my woman
I'm your man
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String-laden songs often feature lush,
arranged or intense string sections
(violins, cellos, orchestral arrangements)
that enhance the emotional weight of pop,
rock, and ballad tracks. Iconic examples range
"You and I"
to
"We as One"
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Fire's Cot ebbs and flows a flame
Kept right by a massive bellows' aim
To forever burn the very same
Until our Smith laid a claim
Squirming sections growing in clumps
The digits laced with another's lumps
And now their mystery is laid bare for all
As all clumps shatter, reforge and stall
Stationary, stuck in stagnant time
Internally, crimson constricts into lime
Two Forged make a single Stray
Becoming two with one DNA
Muck Mashed Maniacal Man
Stands Strong Suffering Scan
For Friendly Faces Flamed
Trying To Thrive Tamed
smith Shaped smith So
boss Blows Bowels Broke
Life Lives Long Late
stars Shine Short
"FaTe."
*CRASH*
Westbury where skyscrapers scratch clouds,
And backstreet murmur under glowing hum,
The metro slumbers,but terror thunderous crowds.
Laaities hone okapis where mumbled thugs come,
Each gangway a rabbit warren of cries,
And moms grab the dark,awaiting some.
In kangaroo courts blood thirsty 28s and 27s rise,
A revolver roars,the night asks but none says a prayer
While guiltlessness is sold in whispered lies.
Yet in this war,the lane hides myths rare,
Of youngsters who dodge the deep state,running fast,
Their footprints rebound,shivering through the air.
Westbury your skyscrapers check out the die cast,
Each brick a testifier,every lantern a guide,
The twilight is long,but hope remains at last.
The matriarchs of sections keep life supplied,
Their pleading a vein hope under mortar veins,
Where cowards hide,the soul of Westbury won't die
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I. Blankness
empty page awaits—
a silent, hungry canvas.
first word breaks the dawn.
II. Alchemy
black ink spills like night
across the field of pure white—
stars bloom into tales.
III. Echo
letters fade to ghosts
on brittle, yellowed paper...
new eyes give them breath.
*Note: This is a triptych poem (similar to a tercet). A triptych poem is a poetic form consisting of three distinct yet related sections or stanzas, often exploring a common theme or narrative. This structure allows the writer to present layered ideas, similar to how a triptych in visual art features three connected panels. (source: brevitymag.com)
I love zoological garden, specially gorillas sections!
Life Is Not Life
Never. Life is only a perception, a detection. Experience
Life is so sensitive. Sometimes. Live the situations. Hard
But not always, if you can change your mind. A lot of kind
Yes, life is a way—our life. To find a better kind of our kind
Hmm. Then that is not only life. That’s what's wanted in life
Watching and feeling the life, we are just the sensors of life
But, this is good. We can exist, lives. Live life. Live the lives
Ours. From up. From Up. But why? This secret way. To up
This is our job. To do and live this human life. Then will up
Life is not life
I mean, not just life
Not just this
Not just human life
But I don’t know what over the life
I mean, what exactly is over the standard human life
I know what covers life, and who is the ruler of life
But what control over our lives?
I know. There are two sections.
One of them is mine. Demon
So, I mean
Your life
Never be
Your life
Your life
Not yours
Life is not life
Watch the magician place magic in her hat
feel the incantation as she,
in stealth-like fashion
feasts one eye on you....
She is an alchemist with a sword of illusion
rabbit tricks hold you spellbound;
Blurring the lines between fantasy and reality
with the sleight of her hand
she transforms and vanishes !
Zig zag lady tricks, divided into sections
high magic, low magic
a benevolent white dove appears
Observe carefully the magic that occurs
Chronometer moments vanishing time
luxurious ships are launched,
inside your mind !
Hypno-levitation wands and magical performances
a necromancer holding alchemy in her bare hands.
**Ginger Shots**
Today, of all days, I find myself dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, showing signs of the mishaps in life that surely cannot be mended. Yesterday was your birthday, and today is my revelation about life—my life.
Lately, it seems I’ve taken a new route, and this road is certainly not paved with gold. God truly blesses heroes; He has never failed me yet! However, I have encountered many obstacles. Is it empathy or just plain stupidity? I never considered myself an empath.
As we grow older, it's true that we begin to see life from a different perspective—the lows, the in-betweens, and the highs. My emotions are so intense; they rise and fall, with frustrations that test my tolerance. Today, I saw red.
Today, I need my ginger shots. Who cares if it's unhealthy? Today, of all days, I am dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, revealing the mishaps in life that cannot be mended.
Does anybody care or notice that America has failed us?
We The People of this nation
We are taking a stand
This is America’s land
Principles that bind
Constitution stands
Higher powers want to change and rearrange
We the People say things should stay the same
Laws having Laws
Rules with a don’t touch
One beginning with a reason
New beginning wants communism
The Forefathers that came before saw a need for the constitution
It was going to be America’s Resolution
Higher powers are seeking a different direction
Word for word sections with insertions
Executive Order after Executive Order
Statue of Liberty, your voice silenced
Civil Rights, you are being ignored
Freedom is being dimmed with no tomorrow
We the People are ready for a fight to defend
This is not America’s end
Standing and Chanting
“We The People have had Enough”
Forefather’s souls have been uplifted in our cause
Reality has set in
Ready has been holding steady
Our eyes on who we are and what can be accomplished
The names of each Forefather established
We the People now and continuing forever
The multitudes with power hour by hour
We will never tire nor sour
We The People eyes
Understanding and Wise.
klaus says humanity has lost its trust' so i guess to regain
It is his new must??
trump has won and now presides.' As many people are
Opening their eyes.?]
Many Americans phoned and texted when a new bill was
Debated' and we saw things got really affected.'
I don't know how ( that went down ?)
With all those evil? davos clowns?
soros gates claus and carny, atten-borough thun-burg they'd send you barmy!
In listening to such fifteen minutes? it is plenty.' Of time
To escape the ' forever citys' and before they're built.!
Like a hive.? Do we have a mind.? Hmm think..Think think.?
Also action will do fine.' What will be the next distractions.? Maybe
Its simply best to do as above.? Get involved to devolve.!
Give the agenda a shove.? Which is like a train on its track
Of lies.?? If you remove some sections off a cliff it
Fly's
My Rose Garden was devoured by a cow that thought it was a bull.
The farmer and his wife pleaded with the cow to go back to the field.
But it refused by stomping and grunting.
Now what remains is a baren field, and a broken fence.
With not much to eat in the garden but rose thorns, the cull cried of stomach pains.
Throughout the day and night she mooed as if to blame the world for its life.
In time, not even the steer expressed an interest in his mother, as his future was cut short.
With no calves in the field, the bull left for the furthest sections of the property.
And with no place to escape, and no cows and rose gardens to be found, he simply laid down, and died.
by, Martin Braun
12/21/24
In Twenty Fourty Six a group of men
hacked into a bible printing companies
computer
gaining access to the revisions
in the new book.
They removed copied and placed new sections of
the script.
People thought it was a joke at first
until they found it had been planned as a script for interputations
meaning the reader would find translations
and define the text reveealing
where and when to
donate and tgift properties to peoples.
It was said to have been an international event.
It was clever and geniues
in that only certain books where changed
and enough where printed
to where the Governor of Guam made a statement after
a wealthy woman donated her billions to a student on
the island.
The only home that I have known,
was squeezing my blood out of stone.
I have been told it's freezing cold,
I think this home needs to be sold.
Too vandalized for me to hold, at least
I will be given gold, a feast if I can be
so bold.
The doors are gone, the windows too
but keep this between me and you.
To sell this shell and start anew, is
something that I have to do.
This four walled, stair cased empty
crypt, these sections I eventually skipped.
In essence I must be equipped, by lessons
learnt and efforts slipped.
Tell Orpheus; "The time has come", his
farewell song is finally sung.
I was too young to love this space, so I
grew up to hate this place, a refuge that
was laid to waste.
This broken palace to my disgrace became
a dream too late to chase.
I must escape in such a haste, this disgust
is too much to face, just dust that I can
touch and taste when all I need, is a warm
embrace.
The corner video store
With the neon lights,
Was the place to be
On Friday nights ...
Only black VHS tapes
In clear, plastic cases,
Lined the 'HORROR' sections
Of my favorite places
From left to right ...
Up and down the walls,
There were bloody fangs
... And killer dolls
Aliens and dinosaurs
Monsters on the prowl,
Giant sharks terrorize
Wild, werewolves howl
Next to white masked men
Hungry zombies run amok,
If my favorite's already gone
... Then, I'm out of luck
Demons and busted ghosts
Wicked witches casting spells,
Vampires and psychos
Dark houses and hotels
Wire rack rentals of ...
Haunted cars and T.V.'s,
Eventually, I'd take my pick
And then, go pay the fees
With a sack of popcorn
For three days I'd slouch,
Against the biggest pillow
On the end of our couch
The whole house was dark
But, the T.V. screen shined,
Back in the days ...
Of "Be Kind. Rewind."
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