Short Sector Poems

Amigdala cells perished by apoptosis,
Sommer's sector succumbed to sclerosis,
Limbic system exists 
In drug-induced bliss...
"You are doomed-
 That's your long-term prognosis"...

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Indulge the sweet juicy nectar
  string part sector
    dulcet wee drip
  caress your lip

   A distinct fragrance very rare
   hard to compare
   scopa choring
   pollen storing 

Fetching Chuckles, honeysuckles!...

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Lamha na gawa
Dogs bark hai
Raat dark hai
Chemical menu pala
Rastay vichon chaka
Dakhal menu karwa
Current menu pawa
Goli menu khawaaa
Teeka menu lawaaa
Oyeee AAAh AAAAh.
  Chitay din pa day hanair vay
Jithon marzi javani nu chair vay....

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Slowly quench yourself 
When you sip from my nectar
Drenched sweat and scent drips
Muscles stiffen erector
Gently taste my lips
As you search for the sector
Bliss connecting hips
Contraction of the pector
Fiercely horde the dips
Enmeshed musky trifecta...

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Indulge the sweet juicy nectar
  string part sector
    dulcet wee drip
  caress your lip

   A distinct fragrance very rare
   hard to compare
   scopa choring
   pollen storing 

  Multicolored succulent vine
  A teasing dine
   fetching chuckles
   honeysuckles

word count 38...

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Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!...

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The destructive arrows was shot into the air
And the air cracked and things fall apart.
The power sector dismantled ,and 
The economy seized.
Humans are slaughtered in may ham
every where in the street by human goat.
Fowls are not seen street any more,
whilst the goats bleats no more .
the country has fallen into pieces
Who shall be our messiah in the long run...

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Like dictators
Monopoly is harmful for the masses
Since it tends to 
Increase the market price
Of products and services
More and more

That’s why
The governments should 
Encourage new investment
In the sector

The commercial banks 
Have a crucial role to play
To stop monopoly

If there is no entrepreneur
Willing to invest in the field
The government should encourage
Foreign investment
To solve the problem...

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Ode To Refrigerator

   My regards to Refrigerator !
    Cool temperature
    Calm by its nature.
   Superb in Tecno sector.

    Most helpful actually.
   No need to cook regularly.
   Preserving
   Deserving
   Cold character .

   Accommodates every food item as I saw !
   Cooked or raw :
   Not to mention,
   but no discrimination
   and puts equal attention :
  Unbiased factor.

 02/25/23...

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Flakes of wisdom carried by mists of bliss
osmotically permeates our form,
gripped in rapture as polarities kiss,
carried away by this benign love storm,
in joy currents that are both cool and warm.
Pranic pathways within transport nectar,
enlivening nodes sector by sector,
as ignition renews by day and night,
until vast space becomes the bliss vector
and then all that remains is but God's light.

01-December-2022...

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Sun comes when winter fades
So bright you must sit in the shade
Sun light glows
Off anything that shows
When the flowers have bloomed
In the garden so carefully strewn
Butterflies float down to drink nectar
A different flower in each sector
Each flower its own beauty
Each unique
A cutie
They’ll come out when winters gone
But to see them you must wait long
Though frozen in the ground
They’ll come safe and sound
A garden wonder
Will come in summer...

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We have dfferent writers, 
Can be story writer, 
Or writer of letter.

Do you know poeter?
Is he a visitor?
In your head calculator?

You see his editor,
With his own moderator,
He is a creater.

Poeter is the newslater,
Like other social sector,
He is a inspector.

He is a instructor, 
He is Like monitor,
Both workers and candidator.

Any news can collect,
News which is incorrect,
It can be correct. 

A source of creater,
Things to better,
That is poeter....

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This eternal bliss in the twilight fair.
My mind still caught in the winter air.
Running wild was not the ideal,
And the aftermath was a terrible ordeal.

Blood and salt and the heavenly nectar
Flowed through our flawed sector.
This experience was an ethereal one,
And nothing could ever be as fun.

Though the antlers may be soaked in blood,
It was worth all the flesh and flood.
The celestial mirth runs through our veins,
And many more, worth all our pains.
...

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