He's not perfect
But he's so blameless
For whatever he does
He does with caution
Always responsible
For his actions
He's the type that stands by his words.
He's so fearless
But very humble
He never fumble
Neither did he belittled any
Nor did he take
Whatever is not his
He's so upright
For he's always standing right.
He's very dangerous
But so generous
Whatever you get from him
Depends on what you give
He's the aura for aura type
He always makes you smell your s.
TYPE FORMS
BLITZ
tight fits
good spits
quick bursts
same first
inking
linking
FREE VERSE
immerse
in verse
roaming
storming
MINICHU
perplex
context
twelve laps
recaps
reward
unfolds
DEESWHEAT
sounds neat
on beat
cranks awe
tanka
cinquain
enchained
triplet
strip set
FOOTLE
versed brand
by Strand
two-line
may rhyme
trochee
swift spree
witty
ditty
one foot
output
HAIKU
small views
soothe you
nature
treasure
YALTO
word rows
in tows
notice
mini list
statement
intent
adjoint
make point
SUZETTE PRIME
sublime
no rhyme
inject
prime set
real surd
numbered
LIMERICK
pun shtick
risk it
in time
punchline
TOO MANY WORDS
there’s herds
for nerds
new forms
brainstorms
don’t fuss
adjust
all’s fair
who cares
expand
like Strand
Freaks
Under
Control
Killing
Innocent
Civilians
Extensively
My dog is chewing up my couch
One bite at a time
Crunch crunch crunch
munch munch munch
My couch is screaming for help
The dog looks up to see what I am going to do
I am typing without being bothered
I continue to type
Flee the scene
before the dawn
frames the escape.
Treat with plenty of faith
& you can suspend belief,
like the irony
in how it takes a cynic
to persuade.
Poetic contracts speak
for a Man,
and a lord,
between a grave;
wonders death doesn’t come
when you’re aware of some strings,
even when waves roll back,
they tend to more often break
solely to come back again
and continue to take.
A power
to turn entire coasts
into the oceans deep.
A power
of breaking chains,
and setting free
the wings of angels
and their screams,
by tossing their guarded
and posts
into the tides
of the seas.
You’re not fleeing the scene
you’re redirecting,
and setting a stage.
Think again…
or, for once
and breathe.
Remember
of the unintended shadows
fallen in between
the ideas,
the words,
and the worlds of things.
You’re only claiming
of what you can’t see
of what we can’t know.
Anything can rise out.
Anything can become again.
That’s the curse of hope
that can never leave.
Let it go
And let it be.
What a sham,
I’m still fleeing the scene.
I'm the type of girl who will always try to make you smile,
But motherly enough to hold you close as you cry for a while,
As well as your goddess protecting you from energies so vile.
late, unnatural,
and made in chicago.
city-bred all over yesterday.
an irate ashanti,
in the ducts and alleyways
of tomorrow.
awaits the god-type,
the omniscient zulu;
the stone;
the voice of america
in black english.
Dancologist needed here
fix these up
From the Desk of D.B. Alcuna
frowarded to the Dance Department
Groove Center
Slide in your slide
catch the groove and Grind
let the music play
aint no nevermind
watch the dancer groove
smeeze: bust a move
bouncing all around
shimmy ya'll gone doo
I know you like the song
I see you boop and Prance
all i wanna know;is can I watch you jam
Dance: Dance;Dance
Woah Renegade
twirl move that you made
gyrate;oh go behave
let me see you Dance
let me see you Dance
I see can Groove
I seen you drop a move
I like it when that song
make that Phat thang move
Dance
dance
dance
gone and Dance
ya'll wanna
Dance:
Dance:
Dance
Gone and Dance
Samba,
Salsa,
Flamenco,
or groovin slow
when the song is over
holla back for more
I wanna see you Dance
I wanna watch that Phat Thang Move
watch drop it down
moving to the groove
dance
dance
dance
gone and dance
Swagg Prance
Groove and Bounce
shake your groovey Thang
shake it all about
Dance:
Dance;
Dance
Go on and dance
By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace,
No mirror shows my pale, sharp face.
Stake through heart? Please, not today—
I dodge those stakes and run away.
Garlic bread? You think I'll drool?
I've got a stash behind the stool.
Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint,
Sunscreen 50 is my saint.
I drink your blood, but don't take fright—
It's just a snack to get me right.
No veins harmed, I swear, no mess,
Just need my iron, I confess!
Yet deep inside this fangy guise,
Loneliness behind my eyes.
Immortal curse, eternal night,
A shadow lost without the light.
So laugh at myths of vampire dread,
But think of all the tears I've shed.
I'm just a feature of the night,
Trying to keep my teeth polite.
I tried to date on Tinder once,
But "Undead" marked me as a dunce.
They matched, then screamed, then blocked my chat,
Just 'cause I asked, "May I taste that?"
Type O
You're not a Type O.
Move forward.
New talent.
Use your gifts.
New chapter.
A believer.
You're not a mistake.
There's no one to blame.
No self doubt.
Rise up.
A new day.
A purpose.
A new season.
Get out of your comfort zone.
You're not a Type O.
Learn to grow.
Just be you.
We Are Writers
Blue fire's fleeting dance, O-type, a cosmic tear, brief supernova's glare.
Rare blue stars ignite, then fade to shadowed dust, a whispered goodbye.
LBV's enigma, twenty ghosts in velvet night, secrets softly held.
Red dwarf embers glow, last light in the fading void, a universe's sigh.
White dwarf's cold embrace, carbon heart, a dimming gleam, eternity's slow fade.
Was it Banting and Best,
Collip and McLeod’s feat ?
Whose efforts bore fruits,
And ‘Insulin’ was discovered.
Or was it the Compassionate Creator.
Who really Sorted out the pancreatic mystery,
And Granted man the sense,
To perfect the pancreatic extract,
That was injected to people with diabetes,
Safely and successfully !
A new era dawned in the history of medicine.
Many hopeless souls,
Got relieved and cheerful.
On being Gifted Insulin,
The “lifeline” so much awaited before.
Since that landmark discovery,
Diabetes has witnessed many more breakthroughs.
Each one a lesson, to the faltering human.
Not to despair and to carry on the struggle,
Despite upheavals and failures.
And never to loose the trust on our ‘True Benefector’.
We should always strive keeping us upright,
And keep words and deeds like a mirror.
Kindling the dreary paths for others,
And rescuing fondering hearts, from deep waters .
Ahead, Medicine has many more challenges.
Diabetes also needs more plunges,
Into the oceans of research and practice.
As in 1921, the insulin got invented.
May one day, “Diabetes” get eradicated.
Qwerty makes us wonder: what about that uiop?
And above we have one, two, three,
and so forth and so on etcetera.
A type of thought we are forced into.
And, yes, a thought of type:
that qwerty and that uiop!
And one-to-zero looks from a higher place.
As we know, zero is one below one -
if you numerate, of course; yet it's to the right.
Is it right to place it to the right of nine?
Or should the right place be left -
the left of the place of one?
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She is way too symmetrical to play the violin.
Her circles are even, there are no mistakes.
She is not a flexible thinker.
The arguments arrive on an hourly basis.
In notes, texts and emails.
Yet here she is, playing the violin flawlessly.
Which means hundreds of people do not know everything.
Have you ever seen a horsey grin
They've got humongous amounts of teeth
Their dentist bill must be atrocious
It's almost beyond belief
Whenever they get a toothache
They feel it right down to their hoofs
You can hear their screams over in China
They just about hit the roof
Really feel sorry for these equine types
They're usually such amiable sorts
They never complain if you're 300 pounds
They're such amazing good sports
Named him “Toothy”, this friend of mine
Tell him, “Brush those dentures real good!”
The cost of a plate of false teeth for horsies
Is astronomical in all likelihood
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