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Monocrostic (Birthday of Marjorie G. Carandang)
Arson murder of 9 persons after the content of the tailor shop was stored in the garage Ciro Gargano his business Partner fireman gene Kalinowski the great cover up resulting in many more arson murders back off me with terrorist threats my prayers are with the fire captain who perished in that garage I’m totally reminded of Gargano arson murders 9 people died I have no fear of your intimidation very sad when city officials working for a wannabe crime boss covering up his arson murders doesn’t matter who you send to light the match set the blaze lives are taken I know what you did how you hide behind the undesirables to set blazes in garages trash cans tailor shops Fbi warned me my life would forever be in danger today my Chicago flag is hung in memory of all the lives that persished in your fires
That you are lovely,
and indeed quite of funny,
you have a strong sense for money,
you always like the taste of honey,
that you love when the calender shows tomorrow it's sunny,
the smile you gave me always even though I was a little dumby,
that the teachers made you hate gummy,
that you tried a lot to train your tummy,
and after school you were scared of your mom being grumpy.
But all knew it now too,
all perceive you how you,
I am sorry,
but how you seem.
Not how you really are.
Like that day,
when I communicated with you without speaking,
and you instantly always know,
what I try to tell you.
Here we
Here we
Here we ing go
Snarled from within the orange
comfort glow
as i passed
by local pub
Churlish laughter
from a lass
searching for the knight
to give her forever after
ends up with a bastard
Cough and sneezed diseased
Staring at their feet
drawing on paper sleeves
deformed amber gargoyles features
choking on the winters cause
Music tremors ripple
blackened puddles
Not a t-rex in sight
snuggle my own collar
Blowing smoke and mist
Focus on the point
where both mix
Fermented caveman scrawls
echo
and trundle
through
through
a chill that kills the air
Aired secrets crumble
beneath a love undone
the ghost child
waiting outside for a father
that will never come
Take a step
perhaps to be the last
Losing grasp
feeling through the darkness
for homes path.
Lord In Our Hearts Stored
What we always will like about our Lord,
Is in our hearts always have Him stored;
When bells rang;
Stood and sang;
Contained in each note and every chord.
Jim Horn
Cupids bow is stored away
Cupids bow is stored away
The arrows no longer fly
Old time love has had its day
Romance has said goodbye
Courting time is now long gone
No walks upon the sand
No memories that linger on
Or couples holding hand
Cupids way is thought too slow
He sees with such regret
No time for love to blossom and grow
In this world of the internet
Now what is is always happy,
even dreams can say they're alive,
now it was what it always had inside of myths,
the legends tails whip against the wind-
I worried for an eternity,
but awoke in the morning,
saw the sky,
and weighted for the natural forming.
Stored and Keep In A Horde
Trump stored things up in a big horde,
And now we no longer ever can afford,
When he does loom,
What we see is doom;
Regarding things that we once adored.
Jim Horn
A friend once called me a living fossil
And that pretty well sums me up
Must make an effort to stay in good shape
Though I'm no longer an eager young pup
Need a purpose to get up every morning
To contribute to a daily routine
Once was a very vital link in a company
Lately where has this old guy been
Under a rock, some say out of the loop
That's no exaggeration at all
Is easy to just wander off in the sunset
As relevant as a neanderthal
A relic with a whole lifetime of knowledge
Stored up in this fossil-like brain
So easy to discount old folks like me
But upstairs is a vast fertile terrain
I guess that's this old guy's life in a nutshell
Been sent out to pasture to graze
My expertise on earth is no longer needed
It ended when my hair turned grey
© Jack Ellison 2014
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Old old fireworks stored
Gave permission to use up...
Rocket misfired fire
My flashlight has both hi and lo
So I can run, walk, or go slow
Up hill in the sun__down in dark soon
Go downward aided by the moon
For the moon will shine full tonight
But there may be clouds to dull light
On top of hill see world below
Give up its soft early night glow
I'll stay with flashlight in hand glad
For solitude, stillness, note pad
Writing life's events that make sad
Just very short while I will stay
For I will have to rest to face
Day, if the Lord allows the grace
Of being on earth short while more
To receive blessings that are stored
Those blessings that are stored away
Blessings that are packaged for me
If I ask, I shall receive more
Like glorious sunrises in store
A painted castle in my room
Appeared inside to seal my doom
Inside my castle it rains my tears
To guide myself far from my fears