Against those throes of untimely demises that Hormel chili should usher in surprises, or so the weapon goes to the kiln where kilts affray melt ire still, but beside the moon, that heavenly crest shan't ring new tones, the silent rest, whereupon one green stamp made this here, reap and commala like times past my dear, where one thing never finds Ms. Garland and another may leave her, is it simply constructed or beaten and beleaguered? I beat the metal hot and strong, but saintly serpents proved them wrong, the energies aglow like fires unkempt, the hearth and mantel heavens lent them and showered the earthly with cures galore a poor poet's boy, Aurora's demure.
I'm a hollow soul with a needle, no matter if it's herion ice or crack...I don't have a little monkey, I have king Kong hangin on my back... Where's my wife and kids these days, what happened to my job...I haven't brushed my teeth or showered in a week, when did I become a slob....I'm a hollow soul with a needle, my own family will I lie to cheat and steal.... Cause all I care about is getting high, just to change the way I feel...So off to the methadone clinic again, can't shoot herion anymore... cause I can't find anymore veins to hit, and my arms are getting sore...I'm a hollow soul with a needle as I lay here feeling so sick... with restless legs and upset stomach, just craving that hollow little prick...Man that's messed up about Brandon and Randy, both of them dying this year....If I didn't catch hepatitis c shooting up, ide probably drink a little beer....So a hollow soul with a needle kids, is this what you really want to be.... Cause it will take your lives to the darkest hell you're eyes will ever see....
No one knows the trap,
Cloud ignites to make you stop.
Savant soldier awake at rest,
Knot the wood to make it best.
Beliefs dilapidated the truth for lies,
Devoted followers shrank what they glorified.
Even then, you praise me to suffocate,
Not a single drop showered to show your hate.
These ten points I surely bleed,
Even a monster enters just to leave.
Till death do us part, to be received,
Only the vows I ought to keep.
Written 27th June 2026 for Miranda Hawley contest " Thousand Watt Smile "
Evie you blessed my life everyday I worked
It was a joy and honour to be your support worker
You didn't have sight to see
Non- verbal too but wow, that smile
You lite up every room, love oozed from smiles
Boy ~ did you love chocolate, your delight
Still hear you giggle when I showered you
You'd slap your belly, chocolate, apple pie !
Music every genre, your smiles increased
You'd dance in your chair to the beat
How I loved describing clouds, stars, nature
I knew even though never seen, you understood me.
chocolate, apple pie only 2 words she spoke
Once there was a young lad,
Becoming a mentor was a role he gladly had.
Making students learn concepts, showing new ways of teaching,
Making class a fun interaction rather than preaching.
The fire of youth was enough fascinating,
His teaching style made him captivating.
The concern he showed, the love he showered,
His motive was to make students powered.
But people can't see someone rising ,
Because someone who understood students was truly surprising!
Rumours spread judgements done,
Because they were not able to rise ,not even one.
Maybe he is misunderstood,maybe he is wrongly narrated,
But can they match the way he educated?
Storms came to shake him, doubts tried to call,
But every dawn found him standing tall.
They built their noise, he built his grace,
And truth alone lit up his face.
New leaf in the wind
Alone, on a lifeline
Highly dependent
Risk of a fatal fall
Not fully formed
Tender,needs love
Small, craving care
In regulated milieu
The tree sighs
Boughs bend
United worry
Small, matters
Time to grow
Space to mature
Love showered
Stronger to be
M emories of you last forever
Y ou were very close to me
G ran you have journeyed with me through life
R obins come sing in my garden, like your still singing to me
A nd how I still smell the aroma of your coffee buns cooking
N ever a cross word we ever had
D evoted to one another through the journey of life
M y strong tower you always were
O h yes, I came threw so many hurts, your love soothed my soul
T he love you showered on me lasts a lifetime
H eavenly shores I'll meet you there one day
E very memory of you I could write a volume of books
R emembering your godly example you left for me
Written by Scottydotti 25/ 4/2026
In loving memory
Book in my hand,
Sentences beneath our fingers.
Through it, we find shelter.
Lost in a nameless land,
Then taking on a new role.
Showered by golden rays,
Washed by the whispering winds.
Put on our glasses and tune out everything.
Turning the page,
Writing a new chapter.
Together,
Let’s take a peek at our bookmarked place
Staring at the happy ending or lamenting it—
After all,
We vanish from the pages of time.
Sweating buckets in the hot seat, losing the ability to buffer the spaces in-between.
Yet sweating profusely can help you come back fully healed.
However what you are chasing is much further away, and what is chasing you feels much closer.
Like in any race the focus is always on the lead car.
Sending them best wishes and a lot more of hidden evil eyes.
Splash boom, dashed into a spin-out.
Spinning out does not necessarily mean to crash and burn.
Overshooting the corner forces you to reset/rest to gain back control.
Just coasting on the low fumes of synchronicities.
Stress must played in this chaotic times or could just be scrapped ahead in-time.
Just as the chaotic race of life, use that transmuting heat to purify.
Do you think the harder you push the pedal increases the chances to be showered more petals?
Theses small talks echo sounds so sweets, with the upgrades of my venturi tunnels.
I see Vishnu on a car plate and on the tv show, edging me to top gear manually to greater higher performance.
Dear Park Lake enchanted a quiet serenity,
In the middle lay a waltzing fountain, free.
We rushed ahead, our echoes scouring the air,
Sat awhile till the dazzling rain showered everywhere.
Hid our fortune—phones safe in pocket,
Heard the scowls, vague and unbound.
Was it fun, or a trap’s warning out loud?
I should have run; might end the haunt.
Reached the top, our feet began to slip,
Arms crossed, hearts passionate in race.
We giggled while spinning in tranquil delight,
Laughter howled, tears began to rise.
Oh my lord, what a day it was!
I smiled… but then a hidden misery crept,
Ambiguous, mesmerizing, obscure,
Fading, sparkling moments—a deceitful lie.
A fragile mask I wore with quiet grace,
The discovery of lust—an obscene trace,
A dissident scratch upon my soul’s flesh,
The only spark that kept him there.
When my stagnant time stretched like a vast desert,
The clouds forgot how to descend and gift rain.
You showered a cool drop into my lonely summer days;
a single droplet from you made my existence heaven.
When life seemed to be ending—though the end was still far—
I stood quiet and immobile beneath the vast sky
and blamed the distant stars for shining so far away.
You brought a cool wind to a parched, heavy day.
38.
Ode to the Flower of February 2011
Got thee on Feb's final day
In CapSU when clouds are gray –
Got no flower before thee
On Valentine's Day must be
When my Ramayan students
On program displayed talents
Where showered they some flowers
For Rama-Sita lovers
But after presentation
My mind forgot its mission
Oh flower of February
Alas! Why you slipped from me?
Need to think another day
What'ver flower come what may
Days passed not so important
To get one I'm reluctant
Resolved to wait ‘til last day
And found one on a pathway
After logged out from admin
To lib while JS pendin!
-02/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
Search for me at my old wooden desk
at sunrise or in the depths of night
when my Muse has showered me with thoughts
that need to be molded into words.
Yes, no matter what, I need to go
and let her take charge to bring that peace-
that transformation of thought to art.
Then in that imagery ...search for me.
Deception with a smile will destroy many
Hidden jealousy will drain your life
A smile can become a mask, so
Live lightly and try to be anxious for nothing
This is not easy, but necessary in this modern world
When your smile is gone
He cares; all you have to do is
Dare to call Him even when you 'fall'
He knows your pain,
So retain your joy and live your
Life with God like a little boy
God cares, so share your pain
With Him and He can carry your burden
God is the great surgeon
When your smile is gone
He cares; all you have to do is 'dare'
To call Him even when you 'fall'
God is good
He stood on a 'hill' and declared
His love as He came down like a dove and
Showered us with mercy and grace
He cares when your smile is gone,
He is the great surgeon
Copyright ©2026 Mark Frank
Sleep wont come, nights are never ending.
Beyond all the pain my spirit is descending.
You ripped out my heart. I am an empty vessel.
Devotion, and feelings of loathing, both wrestle.
Your hateful, bitter words on my soul left a stain.
I showered you with love, you greeted me with pain.
So many questions, my tortured mind is ill at ease.
The man of my dreams, now impossible to please.
Toxic thoughts encircle my mind like a plague.
Shell shocked and shattered, my feelings are vague.
I cannot comprehend why you lost all control.
Leaving a void, an abyss I am no longer whole.
Memories are so clouded of that fateful night.
Bewildered why you lashed out, was it all in spite?
Visions of you laughing at me behind those bars.
My broken body lays dormant covered in battle scars.
I refuse to be known as a victim of violence.
There'll be no labels. A survivor, without silence.
You took all the love, an abundance I had to give.
Maybe this time I wont be so quick to forgive.
The Song: Battle Scars The writers : Guy Sebastian & Lupe
Engineer & singer : Jemma
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