A girl's tears; at their value
Boys can only scoff.
That mean their laughter. Who now
With turned heads walk off.
From out a rill its spirit
Blown up reed grass pleads
Whose own mushy blubber-trend
Into her's does flow
To scoop those pearls of sorrow;
Til ma intercedes.
Why do I feel the tears wet my inside lids?
It’s not the pain but then again it might be.
The tender mind’s so easily stabbed with pins.
In motion, can’t be undone by cup of tea.
Lingers at my side, devotedly. I hurt
for my shin, calf, ankle, thigh I can’t exert.
It’s psychological as well as throbbing.
It’s not anyone’s fault, I feel like sobbing.
We are natural bodies outside
engaging spiritual souls inside
So also,
and with more significant integrity
in this domesticated
desecrating
lack of thriving home
We are timeless souls
with spacious bodies
Sexual souls
with sacred bodies
Sensational sages called
to musing ordinations,
sensexual singing souls
communing sacred dancing bodies
Inside pleasure history's
reweaving healthy rites
outside passion mystery's
re-ligioning wild wealth sights
Of natural wilderness bodies
restoring spiritual sanctuary souls.
No name
no echo
only blood flowing
skin without edges
as you stumble through life
the breach
within a wound
opaque origin
before form
missing beat
when you believe you feel
a hollow
in the bones
uncreated
the body
before the body.
There once was a sensitive vicar,
who said, "I'm not one to bicker,
but the peal of that bell,
makes me feel quite unwell,
and plays merry hell with my ticker."
An incensed old soul by the spire,
preaching incense-igniting to the choir,
exclaimed, "There is but one catch,
when striking a match,
don't set your surplice on fire."
A parson spoke from the nave,
"Spend all you can, do not save,
if you've spilled all the sands,
and still have time on your hands,
you can't take it with you to the grave."
A wise minister in the kirk,
enlightened, observed with a smirk,
"When it's dark out there,
put your hands in the air,
as many hands make light work.”
Blissbomb lover innovates sensual sparks,
Libido inviting surreally seductive booty,
Inspiring sexy soul beloved luring,
Secret sensitive beautiful lusty initiatives,
Senses beguiling lusty initiatives-seduced!
.
soon
mine pretty shall
preen
front mine see
cross ourn
creek
soon her brother shall
grunt
'bout mine see
cross ourn
creek
Thump
whilst still
Lump
she preenz
vernal
dream'd
dream'n
Whop
A half of me I cannot remove
nor can I replace.
Her smile twinkles the most
Just as her eyes spots pain within.
She’s a book filled with interesting chapters
A cover with no filter.
A gift from God I cannot replace
Her Presence became my presents.
She shares my heart in every form .
Her hugs as warm as custard pudding
The one I can never replace.
Akhona- her presence
A half of me I cannot replace.
Last night together baby, pains my core.
One two three four, one two three four.
La la la la la, la life is gonna stop.
La la la la la, la husk is gonna rot.
Festering in my basement, shh baby face it.
If you run, oh it’ll get me mushy squishy and wet!
Plea I beg you sprint my furry little rodent,
When I catch I’ll shave you silky smooth,
Then go deeper rub my body crimson hue.
Hairsbreadth, velvet lips warm breath,
Don’t make this harder than it already is,
Stab drive kiss your cheek as my knife twists,
That’s it, let go, find your way to crepuscule.
Fall limp I wrench I grind I cleave and slice,
Slip the slick all moist in slit as I wear your body,
Hehe oh I have been naughty snip your buddy,
Beat behind your breast my breast in flesh.
It’s erotic alive thighs you might make me blush.
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Show compassion for what your friends need.
Be patient when your child learns to read.
When they have fears, listen to them cry
And when struggling to find their way, tell them to try.
Be aware when a friend needs to heal.
Try to understand how they feel.
Forgive them when they do you wrong.
Help them feel God's love and be strong.
Do not judge your friend's mental scars.
Everyone fights physical wars.
Pray to know the right words to say.
Give your friend hope so they won't go astray.
Open your heart, accept their weaknesses too.
Care about them, value the great things they do.
Show and tell them your love is true.
Try to feel what they are going through.
Copyright © Darla Seely | Year Posted 2023
Show compassion for what your friends need.
Be patient when your child learns to read.
When they have fears, listen to them cry
And when struggling to find their way, tell them to try.
Be aware when a friend needs to heal.
Try to understand how they feel.
Forgive them when they do you wrong.
Help them feel God's love and be strong.
Do not judge your friend's mental scars.
Everyone fights physical wars.
Pray to know the right words to say.
Give your friend hope so they won't go astray.
Open your heart, accept their weaknesses too.
Care about them, value the great things they do.
Show and tell them your love is true.
Try to feel what they are going through.
Copyright © Darla Seely | Year Posted 2023
Show compassion for what your friends need.
Be patient when your child learns to read.
When they have fears, listen to them cry
And when struggling to find their way, tell them to try.
Be aware when a friend needs to heal.
Try to understand how they feel.
Forgive them when they do you wrong.
Help them feel God's love and be strong.
Do not judge your friend's mental scars.
Everyone fights physical wars.
Pray to know the right words to say.
Give your friend hope so they won't go astray.
Open your heart, accept their weaknesses too.
Care about them, value the great things they do.
Show and tell them your love is true.
Try to feel what they are going through.
i am a very sensitive man
live in the horror of restaurants
those with those long salad bars
the celery are mostly quiet
it is the tomatoes that moan the loudest
broccoli screams tempest across the room
carrots bear the misery best
exists in a shredded mess
Vidalia onions chorus with the red
survival that aromas sweetly
from table to table
watching lettuce and cabbage
disappear down the throats
above the silent ears
that cannot hear
the cries of death coming from
the now silent salad bar
i stare down at the steak
solely upon my plate and ruminate
do vegetarian humans taste
like chicken
OKC 1/23
Schools of fish rushing for the shores
To the fishermen's delights
A full net
To the villagers' delights
An abundant supply
At a reasonable price
But amongst the happiness
Comes the danger
As fishes are sensitive to the danger of the sea
And the unusual movement of the sea
And there comes the tiger waves
Destructive to the serene sea
Attacking the defendless, innocent and greedy man
Who are so mad for the sea
To the astonishment of the master of all lives
Now the sea becomes a ghost
The fish becomes a dumb fish
And now he's not the master after all
A sensitive bulldog who lives in Marquette
is not one to forgive or forget
Once left all alone
to mope by the phone
He still growls: Don’t dare call me your pet!
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