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P-eople of various
M-inds, tongues, colors, and races
R-un around the world.
Topic: Birthday of Princess M. Ramirez (March 17)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
CIA!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
What is the order of first three most populated countries?
He asked,
CIA,I said,
What is CIA?
China,
India,
America,
I,explained!
Place sparsely populated
Above the sea
Laying on the center plain where
Amber grains shine, where
Young and old are revered
As inhabitants
Nestled with grace of affection
quantum
worlds collide in space-
particles accelerate
genetic code
altered by unknowns-
star seeds
populated planet
in the God’s Eye Nebula-
new species
Further conspiracies conclude
The universe is already populated
God is homosexual
Heaven is paedophilic
The future is the normality of
Finding a woman and making our way in the universe.
Hot chicks have populated this big ole earth
To drive us guys wild, attracted to our girth
When we pimp and fuss
They go ape and cuss
Love diddling their skittles causing much mirth
Hot chicks have populated this big ole earth
To drive us guys wild, attracted to our girth
When we pimp and fuss
They go ape and cuss
Love diddling their skittles causing much mirth
Hot chicks have populated this big ole earth
To drive us guys wild, attracted by our girth
When we pimp and fuss
They go ape and cuss
Love diddling their skittles causing much mirth
Hot chicks have populated this big ole earth
To drive us guys wild, attracted to our girth
When we pimp and fuss
They go ape and cuss
When diddling our skittle, much screaming occurs
Once fishes, swift and swimmy,
populated seas, so many,
while birds, ever fast and flighty,
ruled the sky in numbers mighty.
Ask man if a sixth extinction's funny,
he with machines, guns, and money.
While watching TV, heard someone say “copulated”
Mistaken for a word for lotsa people like “populated”
Very important it is
Language isn't a quiz
Must try hard to be a whole bunch better postulated
The 4 Elements
The red fire,
He’s burning.
He’s higher,
He’s consuming.
The blue water,
She’s fluid.
She’s vaster,
She’s lucid.
The transparent wind,
It’s free.
It’s blind,
You can’t see.
The brown earth,
It’s with plants.
It’s girth,
Populated by Ants.
TRANSFIGURED
universal
gaiety
innovated
sedate
&steady
politeness
populated
by
intelligence
in abstract
designed
in
painted light
transparent
imaginations
blended
delicately
exquisitely
tenderly
arranged
in
highly
wrought
sensibility
Random in the house,
Juggled words were.
Asunder left you there were.
Mitochondria the nervous
Melon taken granted for.
Places in faraway away,
Discom-populated.
Story to tell.
In the story tell to.
Cry my heart
A Lord of Glory
Under a taken
Dark glimpse of God
I go.
poverty a driving force
The crimes are high
Is like the jails is no new news
To be over populated
Why this crimes here and there
Who is to be blamed
For poverty drives the people
Insane in this world now
Like a force it hit the people
Like a tornado
Yet they don't care about us
Morning breeze on planet’s face
So blue once,
So warm now,
So sad for us.
With ink from depths ,
Covered all over,
The sea’s inhabitants
Cold rocks populated with their corpses.
Guilt?…mostly none.
Anyone? Something? Now!
Through clouds of dust
In chains of smog
Fly the once that were free…once.
Stop the clock,
turn back the time
tilt the hourglass over again
back to when I didn’t care
back to when,
you were not important…
my heart has been shaken,
it’s still reverberating
my thoughts populated
by memories of you…
you’re still here,
out of sight
but not out of mind
you’re still a part of me
your presence still lingers here…
In an over-populated town
This is how it all went down
There was not enough food for all to eat
So, people dined on human meat
Unless they were rich and had some money
Then they could eat their oats with honey
"Soylent Green"- yelped Heston's voice
But they had to eat it, they had no choice
I suppose one day this could prove true
You could eat me, or...
I could eat you
I knew an old buffoon
quite the gloomy poltroon
who through a stormy monsoon
flew his hot air balloon
and among the Walloon
and Flemish
much to their surprise
did not meet his demise
but with neither a blot
not a jot
nor blemish
at all
on hand
in the small
6-Government
densely populated
parliamentary constitutional monarchy
3-language country of Belgium
safely did crash land
Times fly and life passes by,
Nothing but aerodynamics
And motion graphics,
Self motivated champs
And flying teens with automobiles,
Watching female cartoons
Projecting large moons,
Moors dreaming about freedom
And albino's rejoicing in the kingdom,
The modern world simulated by
Politicians resulting in deserted cities-
and over populated Deserts,
Captured men and freed children
Such is life: the modern times,
I speak on behalf of my own personal father!
i am his voice and i will never shed bloody murder!
I seek on earth a happy tribe!
where weak or worthless,turns to pride!
My father is in us!so i will defend such!
i will wander freely without borders of muck!
my child would be with me in any paradise!
populated by our clan to once again arise!
The good!the foolish!more good than bad!
stood shoulders to shoulders,lasses and lads!
How could someone choose to live in such a wasteland
A polluted mess of burgers and fries in your hand,
Populated with emotional distress as tighter becomes the waistband,
Personal vendetta achieved bit by bit without love or a man
You have yourself to blame and have no pity to demand
Now you have lost all potential with nobody to care,
One choice made and now a fertile life is bare,
When you make a child to be an adult, this could be you.
It needs to be populated,
needs a landscape, skyscape
or seascape
some gymnastic escape
into a cloud-forming poem.
Mind meanders,
it picks up diamonds and garbage
from its endless highways.
Mental are the minders
of our inner fires.
Space to be filled
made to talk
from a universal nothingness.
Finger-painting moments.
Populations emerge
over a dim horizon
walk until almost seen,
then too often they turn
only to walk away.
GOD IS MY MOUNTAIN
You are my mountain.
Beautiful and untouched.
Quiet and alone.
Populated, yet remote.
I have walked near Your boundaries
in search of wildflowers.
I have climbed Your slopes,
seeking adventure, wild and free.
I have bathed in Your streams
with no fear.
Your unspeakable beauty
made my journey
towards your heights
my greatest treasure.
It was there
on Your Mountain
You filled me with Your peace.
Janet Marie Bingham
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops