a surge of color
sun breaks through lingering clouds
with bold energy
They found ways to make him odder than what he was.
They would receive messages
and would filter some and
not deleiver others.
His relationship was undermined
on purpose.
they found it wise in there worship
to celebrate the acheivements of some
while others were to struggle in there relationships.
into the interest of something
that has potentail
all things then were scrambled into confussion.
She wished him to be hurted by her choose in men.
(which is more efficient for flowers; however, modern methods like rosin pressing (heat/pressure) or solvent/subcritical extraction)
"Rosineer Presso" she had affairs with other men to tell his secrets. She found shameing him a sporty way of feeling feminine. Stories, .In questo paese è illegale praticare o ricevere sesso orale. Which is neither taught or preached. She smiled as such made her decision on who she married easiest.
( she heard a Preacher breathing heavily through the microphone saying "the devil:the devil the devlvil, she stood clapping her hands!")
I left the old me on the South Carolina sand.
The naive, sensitive, fragile girl stayed on that land.
I signed my life away for a greater good out there.
Sacrificed what I was to become someone better.
I left that place as someone unrecognizably new.
Stronger, braver, not someone easily subdued.
South Carolina kept all that I was before.
I clawed, and carved away until that wasn’t me anymore.
If I went there a piece of clay,
I was a slab of marble when I went away.
I’ll not forget South Carolina and what I left behind,
The battles won and lost are branded inside my mind.
South Carolina, South Carolina, I still feel the sun.
Though much time has passed and those days are done.
I still think of that summer and laugh, smile, and cry.
Sometimes it feels like no time has gone by.
But I left who I was back in South Carolina,
I gave that person up the day I arrived in South Carolina.
Another mass shooting has occurred in America.
This time, it happened in Rock Hill, South Carolina.
A doctor, his wife, two grandchildren, and another were killed by a gun.
A former NFL player was deemed the culpable one.
That player was found dead from a shot self-inflicted.
This was a tragic event nobody could have predicted.
How many more unfortunate victims have to die?
It leaves many shaking their heads and asking why.
From a news story found on aol.com
Beautiful I just want u to know
I seese everytime that I look in the mirror
It's so crazy don't you know but a poet has to take time to Just Imagine the pen jumping in surprise of its first embrace with such a beauty, just how much beauty do you want to see?
This GLOW this character, the most imaginable features as the pen turns your heart seamless by detaching its original keepings
Beautiful beauty outside as the birds are chirping the music of sunrise while the night awaits sunset yet again
To see how six-thirty a.m. looks so much like the night life of southern California
The beauty of South Carolina brings me my California
The beauty of being comforted oh such a longtime coming
Im blessed to say that even with the pandemic this beauty is
God creating this beautiful in me
South Carolina Done
Huntsman took his ride to the Carolina coast
Campaigned a few days then decided he was toast.
Perry traveled south and spent plenty of loot
Then endorsed another cause the crowds wouldn’t root.
Paul rested in Texas, showed up a few days late
But his fans clapped and cheered wildly at the debate.
Santorum worked hard in his embroidered sweater vest
But could not convince conservatives he was best.
Romney stuttered about taxes, had worried face
Establishment squirmed as he badly lost the race.
Gingrich endured attacks from a bitter ex-wife
Seized the moment in debates, voters gave new life.
LOW COUNTRY BOIL SOUTH CAROLINA STYLE
Potatoes, corn, onions, sausage, shrimp, and crabs
Boiled together to perfection
Old newspapers laid on the table
All ingredients dumped together
Careful, it's hot
YUM!!
Contest – Low Country Boil
By: Sara Kendrick
Salty mistiness enters my head.
Nostrils take in. Waves crash!
Sting rays sting! Crabs scatter!
Sandcastles, built wet on dry sand.
Walking miles on water-lapped shore.
Caesar remains, constant companion.
Then man politely asked for my hand.
Next year, for my hand in matrimony.
Ah. Salty, misty, water-waves pull.
Floating out to horizon, swim back.
Suck in the sweet, ocean air retreat.
Summertime vacations, every August.
Gray, weathered house, long ago gone.
It provided shelter, bed to lay head.
Shish kabobs! Stone crabs from fishy,
Dead heads on string. Left turn, bay.
Palm trees fingers stretch in the sweltering breeze,
bending over graciously,
It shelters Mr. Bluejays retreat,
Above, clouding blue skies prepare to shower,
No movement in this afternoon sauna,
Life must wait for South Carolina sun to settle.
the line drawn,upstarts
champions no more,we get it
simple,run by me
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