Short Person To Person Poems
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Talking is a mod of communication in direct person to person at first.It’s an art in attracting people.Something nice talking relevant to wise.Talk nice,it’s charity!
Social butterfly ....
she flits
from person to person
like
a busy bumblebee
air kissing beautiful blooms
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There is only one yawn in existence.
It passes from person to person in the space of a blink.
Extremely contagious, you can catch it by sight alone.
This person, that person, a person in the next room.
Who will catch it next?
You, me, your grandmother?
Watch for the yawn and see.
Central Nervous System
The drugs they give
What these drugs do
You have no idea
Dark Syndrome
Weird Feeling
Nervous breakdown
Micro Poisoning
Inner Reaction
Unconscious Mind
Brain Halt
Blurred Vision
Body Jamming
Silent Death.
Note.Suicidal tendency,paraplegia and shocks.
Lesson.Symptoms may vary from person to person.
Reality
Realistic life
Truth
Materialistic world
Nature
not static,
not unwavering for long or everlasting
truth always varies
person to person
place to place
time to time
stability of this real life
has no limitation
fixation of the materialistic world
always spends time in the gyre of evolution,
revolution of changing
varieties there are in that materialistic lifespan
Madness is human nature and it’s mixed in the wonderful human system with no one in exemption,it’s scale and magnitude person to person varies,a clue is available just to identify who’s a madman,to say he’s the one dreaming to end up or to close up a religion,the point where he’s ignorant is unknowing a religion isn’t a toy made in China it’s a very smart output from the wisdom of God instead!
Average person has two hundred and six bones.
Not all of us have the same, we are unique you know.
More sesamoids are lingering in some of our homes.
Varying in size and number, some more apt to glow.
From person to person, is our blood even truly the same?
Is Type A in me the same exact Type A in you?
What about identical twins, and the DNA game?
Are their fingerprints often identical too?
As you are stripped of all material possessions little by little...
As your masks crack and slip off one by one...
As your pride destruction lessens moment to moment...
As the ego priorities change person to person...
As you look in the mirror day by day...
Do you know who you are?
you are love,
you are beauty,
you are compassion,
you are peace,
you are joy,
you are happiness,
you are loved.
A wisp of thought
sails across the crowded room
gliding from person to person
bobbing on breaths
of smoky conversation
The bouncing balloon
hovers at my table
I snatch with greasy fingers
slippery with thoughts of their own
Shameful, artless fumbling
with cherry cheeks, I laugh
boisterously loud
but do not smile
Silent, awkward pause
I excuse myself from the table
to wash my hands and
think of something witty to say.
Ebony Cat went from person to person demanding love
He hit them, smacked them, scratched them, spit from above.
The more he tried for attention, the more annoyed they got.
He stayed in a kennel so long, he thought he would rot.
An empathetic faerie who had a love for cats saw this.
When she came to help him, he met her with a mean hiss.
You have a lot of love to give, she said. Let me show how.
By the time she was done, he was adopted with a happy meow.
Thanks should be something given all year not just one day in November when friends and family are near thanks for daily health and god given wealth like friends and family and opportunities for change
thanks for the faith and strength to stick to who I am meant to be and thanks for not letting failures of this year redefine me
Motives for thanks are different from person to person the voice of the crowd is louder then one Thanksgiving is the day were the ultimate thanks is done