Sponge the paint & let it soak&stain
Calligraphics emerge to engrain-
postioned in the vertical
true tutorial
a moving memorial
to editorial
For her replies a much disagreeable voice
Over this daring to rejoice;
Any young man’s triggered depression a delight
His heart failure by half, her show of might;
Not to me different from Arrows of The North
Whose poisoned tip summons my wrath.
Choosing to in styles sway her hip
To ensure that men’s sure steps slip,
Admirers’ stops for pleasantries resenting
For a handshake an unwilling palm presenting;
Often glowering at offences not offered,
In tears dissolving for The-Not-Suffered,
To soon a lawyer hire for the unproven,
Her face lived – a Scalding Oven…
All, what her mother had taught her,
If she wants to with A Guy go far;
Their tutorials always in some closet,
Her first lesson “To always seem upset”.
Trump Should Read Tutorial
Trump should have to read this tutorial,
About people like him who are immoral;
He has loose tools;
Follows own rules;
Should see what he said in a sanctorale.
Jim Horn
Trump Smart and Supreme
Trump said he is smart and so supreme,
He used up all features that will redeem;
With idea had toyed;
Were all destroyed;
People do flow out from staff in a stream.
Jim Horn
Trump played with people as personal pawn,
Or had been run over on an awful autobahn;
Catastrophe caused,
Then he paused,
And pretty soon his whole staff will be gone.
Jim Horn
How to Stay Married to Me
(a poetic tutorial)
Don’t come at me
With sweets or cookies
On Valentine’s Day
My New Year’s resolutions
Are around to stay
(talk to me around Mother’s Day)
Understand my currency:
Words, sweet syntax,
Small deeds at random
Are my box of chocolates
Fill my tank,
Ask if I’ve lost weight
Offer a walk
Clean the garage
Love our kids
Even after tattoos and missing assignments
Put things together: furniture and broken hearts
Camping trips and holiday dinners
Let the dogs sleep in our bed
And in and out at night
What seems like a zillion times
A human doggie door
Take care of the old people
Move a couch for my grandma
“It has to be now!” Nevermind
That your back is out
Tolerate my OCD tendencies
Ignore the washcloth tower
Turn a blind eye to the
Exercise clothes rotation
Understand it gives me power
Let me be in charge
of the temperature in the car
you take the music--
A better DJ by far
Stockpile our everyday
Like a trip to Sam’s Club
Saturday drives to games
Sunday laundry and grocery
Love me through the mundane
The necessary normal
that makes us great
O.K., let’s see where you are with your math,
Which areas do we need to work through.
Algebra, space, number, or measurement,
Which topic do you need to review?
Today, algebra, a fantastically obtuse idea,
Instead of numbers, use letters, counting the ABC’s.
By the end of this tutorial you’ll love these letters,
Counting everything with ease.
Words like simplify, expand, and collect like terms,
Will become your new second diction.
Don’t use these letters like in tedious essays,
Nor like when expressing your poetic fiction.
Algebra strives to abbreviate everything,
Every single concept’s to be generalized.
It establishes an effective working formula,
Making it all neat, sleek, tidy, and stylized.
But don’t ask me who uses this at work,
Laborers, builders or for financial investments.
Just make sure you use it next Monday morning,
When you’re sitting your math exam assessments.
Spirited meeting, don't faint
Real or surreal, it is momentary, as cannot stay long on the same plane
Want to protect from mirthless life's winding chimes
Only if it was easy as mending the book's spine
Rarely lurking demons underneath the bed
Don't waste yourself peeking beneath the bed
Blindfold daydreaming,lines you up to heaped relics of unsung martyrs in a sepulcher
Starkly outshine rabid prince makes shy away the vulture
Never be too soft or daft
Not completely at fault, for programmed specimen of the mightier craft
Amidst the bantering on lease
Just don't succumb to the whisper of inherited guilt please
In summation to any wrong answer
Even rustling waft of your ashes will be sneezed at
Don't plug out the sound of closing doors
Sign to focus on the right one just designed for you
Betide as it was destined
Brush frivolous talk aside as choice is destiny's invoice
Essential to periodical diuresis of precarious enslavement
Rejoice to all sensations, before obfuscated by life's retirement
I SAID CHILL NOT THRILL
The darkness hasn’t devoured daylight as yet
But the dark is due too soon
Even in a chill the night makes me sweat
And oh too soon the moon
Shadows become shade until nary a thing is seen
Blinded by the nighttime’s stare
To me the darkness is mean, to most it’s pristine
But to me the dark is difficult to bear
I need someone to shake me awake
Someone to accept me into her womb of wonder
I need someone to care for Christ’s sake
Someone akin to a bridge in the rain I can run under
Yet now I found a partner to lead me in the dark
A lady giving, forgiving and comforting to say the least
alas, now as the darkness turns daylight stark
I face yet another moon I claim a beast
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