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wooed by a two ton iowa steer

the two- ton Iowa steer gave me a ***** leer
over hear, dear, come be my ever-loving peer.
Smile sheer, he wore rings in his nose and right ear.
I resolved not to go near until I had consumed my beer.
Nothing to fear bellowed the steer. Over hear dear, over here!

Steer Well

Your fiancé is waiting for you, adorned in fashion.
Is seeing your enemy green with envy your sole passion?

In a silly show-off of your skill, you've hurt your head.
Do you think your sweetheart would applaud your foolish bloodshed?

If you can't see the bikers, trucks, and signals, side by side 
Won't your bride evince her pride in

Steer Me Toward My Island

call me Robinson Crusoe
steer me toward my own island
in the Pacific,

let me be myself
one with nature
let me enjoy her balmy ideas

release me to summer

Let Love Steer Thought

"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France


The creative urge of our vibrant soul
articulates poetry when it heeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.

Navigating life to fulfil our role,
without any doubt love magnetism leads
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.

To rise from limitation and feel whole,
drawn

Steer Free and Clear By a Bajillion Miles

Steer free and clear by a bajillion miles... 
the warning words website not secure
nearly left writer of these words piss poor.

usually linkedin with *********** websites
lest ye find yourself in the maws of hackers.

generalization utilized to communicate actual
online experience that occurred Wednesday
(August 24th, 2022), while i unwittingly in
the shower lathering up my hair, which inter
lude of

Let Love Throbs Steer

Let love throbs steer, our each impulse
Presence of God draws near
No feral instincts to repulse
All souls one, all are dear

Fear mirrors dark desire
Let go, for God aspire 
Vibrant, aglow, afire

Jettison fear 
Let love throbs steer

25-December-2021
Quietus 

Tho the Circumstances Steer Toward Sin Have No Fear He Is Near-

Tho! The circumstances steer, toward second chances being real
Have no fear, He is near
Though things seem to be self-imposed
There’s no need to be ignored
Be not afraid of the noise
Let go of the circus give the monkey back
Smell the flowers don’t give them back
Tho! The circumstances steer, toward second chances being real
Have no fear, He is

Steer South of Kokomo

This is Bart J. Connell from Channel KVIT NEWS RADIO
Here is the forecast today over in KoKoMo.
It will be raining cats and tigers out of the north.
You might also expect some dog hail and so forth.

I blink my eyes and look at my clock radio.
What is it saying? What about KoKoMo?
Can you repeat that? I

Life On the Farm

Living on a farm is never boring
There are cows to milk, bulls, steers, calves to feed
Pigs to slop and chickens to peck the dust
With guineas moving around, exploring
Chasing turkeys through the musical lead
Dance must

Enlightening their lives through adventures
Naught is as soothing a silence, a must
Ensuring life brings contentment, indeed
Knowing we will learn from misadventures
God’s just





The

Through Deep Darkness Unable To Steer

It was deep dark, silence roaming outside
if I couldn't see and hear, it is  myself to chide
the urge within pushed my fright aside
time to open the gates of my soul wide.

My journeys I used to have on my own
seeking sheer thrill in my serene zone
for what I painfully miss, I strive to atone
thriving when

Steer Clear

Steer Clear

Unsure of my journey 
But know where I am going 
Even tho my brain is storming 
Discovering new things 
while, Unfolding my fears 
Sitting and waiting as the fog clears 

Covered in a mask, 
While gripping my flask,
Trying to face the unknown.
Transformed into a goon, 
But still I assume while 
Sitting and waiting as

Welcome To the Jungle

Hide away in fear,
For the dead begin their reign.
Try to escape and they think they are in the clear,
But according to the girl that is like a megaphone, this is only the start of pain.

Fight away through the fear,
No more hiding, there’s no choice,
Even if a sugar rush may cheer,
The wilted flower speaks the hard

Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear

Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear

While on the corner of the street I adhered
A injured open wounded possum peers
Running back and forth so unclear
A loud bang I almost crash seems I have a flat tire
I jacked up my Jeep Wagoneer
Of which my blow out seemed so severe
It's the dead of night it's a

Truthward Steer

UNSUPPORTED CODE Truthward Steer

 UNSUPPORTED CODE Who knows the right and wrong of
foreign wars with truth so hid that
none can tell the cause? For
fact and fiction come in strange
disguise. God’s truth for one is
for another lies. Each land should
go its people’s chosen way and
we, till clear, a cautious
distance stay.

The world is now a complex game

Steer the Thoughts

In fake urbanity, somewhere we lost our humanity,
  Respect and care for others, is turning to a formality, 
    In reality, we are being trounced by the mundanity,
      Our morality is now diminishing; it bears no vitality.

Profanity pooled with inanity will lead us to insanity,
 

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