Ah, how invigorating to body, soul, and spirit.
Ah, how soothing, especially after a long dry spell.
All of nature pauses to inhale the awesome fragrance.
Whether a hot August night or late in the month of May,
It makes you want to stand still and absorb every drop.
How refreshing on a long hot and sunny day.
Every living thing bows to the one who loves us so.
There's nothing like raindrops falling on our heads,
soothing and saturating us right down to our toes.
Even with oceans full, or backyards filled with swimming
pools, there's no substitute for raindrops embracing us.
We love the early morning dews, sunrises, and sunsets too.
And whether we are stoic or socialites, country or city folk,
mountain or valley dwellers, we all adore the raindrops.
1/20/23
Continually facing struggles
Remaining puzzled
Going too hard straining muscles
Punks always out making trouble
Many in labs out to clone, attempts at creating doubles
So many shell-shocked
Others being fools while well off
Too many people quick to tell lots
They either say truth or sell crock
Had to change this
Less of the same
It took an occasional lane switch
Problems incoming, I took on and faced quick
Regardless if you understand the main gist
A lot of phenomenon and this world can't explain it
Don't be an ignoramus
It's not conspiracy or about getting famous
Why do continual acts occur that are heinous
Times were very far from the greatest
I was headed towards the grave if
I didn't get wiser and become one of the bravest
It's been difficult on a daily basis
I need to jump into a lake
Take a break
Gosh dangit
A heart of gold or soul cold like polar ice
To this day, so much is overhyped
And overpriced
Just not the same as prototypes
On top of that we got all these socialites
It never has been so polite
When it came to voting rights
What i love
further in this life,
It's woman...
woman of any
creed, race and color...:
female,
femme.
female...
long hair
firm ideas.
woman is formidable
pure mother,
sweet girl,
beast, feline that
attacks and defends,
as the panther in the vision
male...
Always present
always companion.
is occasionally fragile,
other times
she is adrenaline...
night female
fiesta girl... fatal
or simple
homemade...
Several types exist,
quiet homes,
bossy matrons,
family matriarchs,
mounted amazons
everything is wonderful...
other different types
are models that appear,
are pin up hanging,
women displayed...
Arrogant socialites,
dazzled
nouveau riche, and others
fighters...Joana Dàrc
of life...
the poor women,
the excluded poor,
no vote, no dowry
no right...
Awkwardly or not awkwardly
there is no other way...
want it or not
angry, not angry,
no dispute and no fight,
the woman is all nice
is the best in this life...!
Would you waste it all for a public intoxication?
All meaning the rest of your lonely night writing bullsh*t into a journal
I'm sure you all know that question was rhetorical
Public indecency is instilled into our innate cirriculum that can't be unlearned
Brilliantly ibid
Socialites anti-social distancing casted on the back wall like a flower hanging in the shade
Catching the anarchist rays that break through the blades of a withered hasta
That spew a fragrance of vomit and jager bombs like a sh*t bar does so well
Only to burn your shadow like your tongue on your last shot of cheap whiskey before the boys in blue ended your night early
light bright damn near white
your wavy hair your pride
been educated by the best
so self-assured inside
you party with the socialites
vacation with the best
accepted, 'least, by liberal whites
passed all the social tests
though, you don't sweep their bathroom floors
please don't get it confused
when slurs are flung behind closed doors
YOU still a ni**a, too
one definition used malice in defining
socialite, saying it was a first amendment right
of certain people to be socialites.
this is crazy aint it ?
we are people speaking
speaks
against these foolish happenings.
and stands like a hypocrite
when we as people wish to define
redefined certain words that speak
against social freedoms.
then thirty or more spoke saying
"take a chill-pill thrill !
she-it, aint nothing going here !"
yet in this sarcasm are we in
the line of believing that such words
hinder, cause and bring into
being things to happen
for the full enjoyment of
some sadist who wish
such things to be!
one person said, I wish
George Washington loved us,
because he would have told those men
that socializing is not the
gathering of minds,
it often is where someone
will be, so that someone else
can tell his/her foe
where they are and cause
some kinda fight to encure!
Whinging utterly pointless, act
To change the perception you project
Cursing utterly uncouth, exercise tact with the contact
Whom you desire to reject with the respect
They least expect even when they suspect
Their exploitative tendencies piss
You off big time as you ought to protect
The best asset you own even if you don’t diss
Repellent contacts from whom you gain
Pain and strain as they pursue self serving agenda
But claim they’d do their level best to regain
The trust you once offered despite their utter disregard of the gender
Balance which in the new millennium
Projects fairness and awareness
Of the high premium
Socialites put on the happiness
Parties to a social contract deserve
In the way they die for each other
Sacrificing without reserve
Ensuring on each other they lump no sea of bother.
each of us is in the same cage here
for we shed some tears with empty beers
what will calm all are hidden fears
we desire more but yet what
icons of moving pictures with drifters
long time socialites with laughter
never to prepare for the great here after
shoulder to shoulder we cry on each other
is it any wonder we are all taken under
we *****, pout & scream
living in a land so very mean
stuff gets pushed underneath the rug
yet we still wonder why were even here
i shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having her in my arms was driving me insane
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
for I am on a sold out mission
piecing things together under the weather
we so often will treasure
a night in Autumn in Paris
to tresure a red rose that was plucked a time before
the duration of time has created a rhyme
inside we hide behind four walls that bind
it's the blind leading the blind
soon some will be forever left behind
yet we are created and crafted from a great design
in time we shall shine
this s the end of my rhyme
My name is in the ID,
but I assume many personalities
of celebrities and socialites,
some who seem to be lost in utopia.
Speaking of utopia,
I believe in everything Hollywood
says about aliens being green,
with big heads, lasers and all...
I'll enjoy burger fries and milkshakes everyday,
and pray that God will somehow
cleanse my body system.
Sex, partying and raving are the philosophies
I live by; You Only Live Once (YOLO).
Sometimes I'm tempted to sell my bed on eBay,
because sleep is not my friend;
I joke and drink all night with my friends.
Oh, back to my name!
Since I have multiple personalities,
you can call me a "Weapon of Mass Consumption".
On the day you announced we would closed
no one truly understood
now here we stand tried and true
together we will all push through
we'll teach you to mess with us
the Vixen girls of Sweet Briar U.S.
#savesweetbriar
we will reign against financial rust
we will stand tall for the
strong girl in all of us
so save our school
help us out
we found or voice we found our school
we'll teach you how to mess with socialites
and our iron clad wills
you taught us to think to dream
now we're strong a Vixen to one and all
save our school, help Amherst out
Sweet Briar College shall live I have not doubt
we'll teach you to mess with Vixens
Please just help us win
pledge some money
let the school win
so little girls can come when I'm old
Please this is my poetry plead
Dear Leonardo,
To begin, I know that you are use to girls who are socialites from well to do families. I didn't answer you last night because I couldn't and although it will be difficult for you to follow this letter, it's important that you read it.
Unlike you, I am not ivy league, nor class President. I don't have fancy clothes in fact, I don't even have a car. Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here other than my grades afford me a scholarship. I know I should be proud of that and I guess I am in a way but .........
Truthfully the only thing I could attend was your picnic, knowing that my shoes were perfect for volleyball in the sand. I mean......
How could I ever invite you to my home? Not wanting to make this an epistle and simply put, I feel that I am not good enough for you but please know.....
I wish you well and hope that you meet someone like me who as you said, races your heart..
Love, Judy
"I present this because we all as I too included remain with our own individual
expressions, as well as negations of each one and the others fixed ideologies we have
I feel adapted to fit ourselves alone in our individual Socialites within each of our own
separate lands, apart from one another and God when it comes to "Religion(s)."
"Taking into account I have seen for myself - as I assume no doubt you have as well
seen yourself possibly even more so-throughout the relation of time in the present, past,
and I fear as well now all of our future tenses - which for myself I know has always left
us to remain this way. As I feel it to be the very breading grounds for the certainties
of these above suggested links given above, in there ultimate fruition."
"Please watch and read if still you will to, and would be so kind. Thanks for your
generosities in remaining open."
Here is the link to the first part: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=262708
All hail African wild dogs
Revered even by haughty hogs
They are clothed in black, white and yellow,
Clean and colorful, as real as the rainbow
On African plain they stroll and struggle
Never would you find them in a jungle
They are socialites, sealed like stacks
They peck, play and prey in their packs
Unlike local dogs they prey with their eyes
Sharp-sighted like the eagles in the skies
They are simple but swift, mighty mammals
They prey on large antelopes, impalas and zebras
Dutiful dogs they are, running a rugged race
55kilometer per hour, what a powerful pace!
Their age-long habitat got decreased and degraded
As human beings constantly increased and invaded
These daring dogs, endangered by human persecution
Are suffering in their habitats modified by human intrusion
Partying below the bright sun
Socialites dance upside down after the day is done
Rocking above the cool moon is fun
This is Public domain. COPY&WRIGHT 2009
This is pubic disdain.
Give ME a nickel every time you say it.
frankfurters and tin foil are also mine.
black love incense, no that is mine as well.
If I could own a gluttural mouth noise you bet your buns I would slap a
ringed 'C' on that baby and make you pay me for
saying it.
I would have you pay like you pay at the pump, baby.
So, answer this; why don't more arousing socialites do as I say?
March some of those dimes my way!
Fill the golden alms cup, if you will,
so I
can buy
more Alcohol!
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