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am set in my ways
it don't fade
if like me
than here's the key
see the moon
its about the same
when it bloon
than you too
DANCE TO MY TUNE
it has music tune
it was about june
i got in the shower
about the same hour
my lover came in
mabe it was sin
i have nogret
it was passion
BATHROOM SEX
i guess i own a skeleton
we are about the same size
it has my shape and I have its eyes
and when we are together
we share the same name
and when we are dead
we will be one and the same
I
At about the same space, eastwards
About eight hours after noon
- yes, it was night - miracle for me
I saw a sun rising ... Exactly as at dawn
A peeking, reddening of sky, creeping up
An amazing moonrise. In my 63rd year
Form:
At about the same time
Each day,
The Lord will reclaim
For the future
What ever else
Was mind today
What so ever remain
For life is the
Most pardon of them all
Fore those are just like
The things' of yesterday
GF
My mind feels like a broken record,
I keep thinking about the same old things.
I feel so stuck in déjà vu,
Running through the same old scenes.
Day in, and day out,
My mind is never empty.
But sometimes I wish it was,
So I could sit and think.
Form:
Not the whitest of whales, but the cutest by far
And a body about the same length as a car
Richly blessed with a beautiful tusk he is crowned
Which is so huge, a toothbrush that large can’t be found
He’s no porcupine
And his name is divine
Look at the first letter of every line
Gem shone,
Diamond sparkled,
Pearls gleamed,
Even the water drops sparkled,
All of them needed light,
To do so,
Without the light,
None of them would have done so,
Despite intrinsic quality to do so,
It is about the same in life,
In order to shine your efforts,
Some light must be there,
To highlight.
Two frisky kits
Enjoying each other
About the same size
Being watched by their mother
I used a telescopic lens
For I did not want to get carried away
By a super protective mother
Who might have chased me far that day
The kids had no idea
They are being photographed
I secretly named them
Minnesota and McRaft
I lay there under the tree,
A leaf fell from above,
I looked up,
It was start of the autumn,
As another one was wafting down,
I picked the one which was already in my hand,
It was dry and yellow parched to end,
The one that came thereafter ,
Was about the same,
Life is ephemeral,
One day you are born,
And another you are dead.
DAY AND NIGHT
In winter, our northern days are almost banished
The night is like a big black cat at bay
The daylight sky has almost vanished
The day’s a timid grey mouse afraid to play
Note:
Poet lives in St. Petersburg, Russia, latitude 60 N - about the same as
Anchorage, Alaska, or Yellowknife, Canada
Please don't send me roses
I want Oreos Double Stuff
They last about the same time
I just can't get enough
I only use half the cookie
Build my own Double Double
It's leaving cookies with no stuff
That gets me in big trouble
The kids go for the bag
Chocolate half cookies is all they see
I'm the mom of the house and
The "Stuff" belongs to me!
She flew around me,
dripping all kinds
of trouble.
She began to grow fingernails
inside my head,
they tore away
clumps of caution,
shreds of decency.
The hook in my mouth
slipped out,
about the same time
her ex showed up.
They left in a beat-up Chevy,
leaving me stuck to a wall
fumbling for
a light switch,
but damn she was good.
Love angel
Days are happy
With the story of an eye
To see the truth of life in the
Middle of court to tell that
Their are many believers
Who speak about the same thing
About love
Do I ever meet an angel my
Love for you make me to
Tell the world that I felt
Freedom to my heart
Which has been dead
To see love angel
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
There was a time when Movie
and Star went together: “Grand Old Flag”,
“Yankee Doodle Dandy” and so on.
Hollywood, at the time, far less Commie –
not entirely overrun by Political Bias,
Social Snobbery. About the same time,
a child lost or in trouble could safely approach
most any adult – every cop and fireman
was Tom Mix and Ken Maynard combined…
and Abortion
wasn't
fashionable....
Writer's cramp is constipation of the brain
For relief you treat it about the same
Stick a finger in your ear, (no not way down there)
Wiggle it until a thought appears
Then express with all your might
Write it down and get it right
And after you read what you wrote
Always beware and have some hope
Because if it sounds just like you heard it
You know you've written a piece of s--that'll do.
Are there places to get a shot or beer?
You bet, and there are plenty around here.
You can go from one place to the other.
One is about the same as another.
You can meet friends and pick up new chicks.
A pretty boy reaches into his bag of tricks.
You can always find one that's right.
Bars are open until the late hours of the night.
inspired by another member's poem
That guy just whistled at me.
What guy?
That guy.
I stare at my friend, incredulous.
Why would he whistle at her?
I am the cute one.
So I drag her back there.
HEY!
The six workers pretend not to notice us.
HEY! YOU! THE FAT ONE!
They all glare at me.
“She’s talking to you,” one says to another.
They are all about the same level of fat.
They begin a huge argument about it.
I shrug.
Understanding better now.
The sun or earth and the moon resembles a kind of love
for instance
now, do they share air or water or sticks or something
or some stuffs or woods?.
For it seems the bond is getting tighter and tighter
each an everyday -
if for instance the sun will shine in a day tonight the
moon will take over, behold somehow about the same
glee and glass?.
Even later the family Beautiful, blossoming, en cheer?.
As I sat down with my pen
A western poem to begin,
I remembered my cowboy hat
Was in my chair when I sat.
So, I was thinkin’ “What an ass
To have let such come to pass!”
Cause now my fair cowboy muse
Was shunned away and on the loose.
Then dear wife reminded me
That either end, for her, seemed to be
The source of stuff about the same,
A substance worthy of mostly shame.
The hat would work at either end,
Without either, the muse can fend.
She flew around me
dripping all kinds
of hubble-bubble & trouble.
After work,
I would run to her
to sip and suckle
in the groping dark.
She began to grow
fingernails inside my head,
they tore away
clumps of caution,
shreds of decency.
The hook in my mouth
slipped out,
about the same time
her ex showed up.
Fresh out of prison
tattooed, slick & slimy.
They left in a beat-up Chevy,
leaving me stuck to a wall
fumbling for
a light switch.
Did you happen to see old Sam?
He's my poor turtle on the lam
It happened he was told
That his body had been sold
To a restaurant in the city
Where the cook had little pity
On the stove he put the pot
And the veggies that he got
But he had no turtle meat
So decided he would cheat
Chicken tastes about the same
Or so the turtles always claim
So his turtle soup became a mock
Cause he made it with chicken stock
!
For the Turtle Soup Contest
Just a Thought (drones and riots)
In Waziristan, a tiny Pakistani town, a drone hit its target.
The collateral damage... several children killed.
This incident happened about the same time as riot struck
London after an armed loser was shot by the police.
A few building were torched and many shops were looted
and trivial items like trainers and TV were stolen.
In Waziristan the drone was dropped by murderous fools
the riot in London was done by the hopelessly inadequate.
my mother keeps asking why Dad is taking so long
The speaker is my friend Belinda, who is about sixty-two
I see Mom every Sunday, she tells me.
She seems about the same each week.
Not better, not worse.
Her mother has dementia.
“What is he buying there?” Mom asks me.
“Why is he taking so long?”
I used to tell her that Dad died months ago.
But then she had to grieve each time.
Now I wonder along with her.
Sometimes I guess what he might be buying.
It seems more kind somehow.
1.People who ride the bus when they have a working vehicle
2.People who always talk about the same thing
3.People who dont take proper care of them selves
4.Uneducated or ignorant people
5.People who steal,especially wealthy people
6.People who lie
7.when someone say's something that makes no sence and gets mad cause
you dont get what there saying
8.People who cant accept being wrong
9.People who try to say they dont fart ,burp or use the bathroom
10.load people