Her conversation
chose pick of words
things he'd never thought
he'd ever hear
and things he was happy
to have heard
she told him she loved him
and would be glad to
be his wife
a desire to settle down
he'd be her partner for life
I pause to think
a excitement overwhelmed me
a nervous anticipation
ah joy that overwhelms me
I'll ask you then
for the world to see
Too complex for quietness
too many words could undermine
Ia silly grin
exposed me
everyone knew what was on my mind
a Suttle harmony
a melody so eccentric
love over whelmes me
a passion within
what a special gesture
my lover and friend
With brazen might and courage strong
A sword is raised the widow’s song
What right has man to undermine
The artists gift’s still standing strong
A lover’s song in midnight oil
Abuse my mind begins to coil
Great Picasso tameless strong
Why must thoughts be sometimes wrong
The storm of undermining dreams
The pain of less defining screams
A broken heart takes time to mend
Our words can be a weapons friend
Green fingernails
She stares into the night
A thinker thinking in her plight
They fought instead of having fun
He broke his lovers loving sun
And now she stares the thinker see’s
The statues of the times gone past
The thinker thinks and so does she
Then locked in pain
She was not free.
Picasso played the torment song
Dora Maars was hurt by words
Picasso’s lady fingers green
Now stares with thoughts we cannot see
What is a leader?
It's not what leads us today.
What is a leader?
It's someone who gives.
Not takes things away.
A leader is someone you can stand behind.
Not someone who tries to undermine.
What is a leader?
It is easy to see.
It's someone who is going.
To keep us free.
A leader listen and make others
Want to follow.
Not someone who is super hollow.
What is a leader?
It's not what we have today.
I wish this leader would just
Go away.
.
The murre Auk is a pengiun fish like creature it has gills and walks under the ocean
on Quistoun 12. A world that had less water as earth but way more than Sutta Sol-tour
the species is often used for food. the Klingon has his facts wrong or distorted, yet his augment is noted as keen. Why are the micro colonies of Ion 4 a mattr of discussion. They have technolgy and and have mastered travel both in the oceans and on land. They have mastered space travel and often are used to things that larger species can't. It is unwise to isolate them might there usefulness come in handy. "look vulcan: said the Klingon," these species are keen and wise, like every other species they have factions that are loyal to the effords of our alliance. Be a fool to think all these memebers with laugh and dance with either federation or Klingon, they'll ally with the Romulains and will undermine all the effords taken in the so many years we;ve collaberated!"
is solely known for "brainwashing,"
Larichos was Sappho's brother
A mere wine pourer she spoke of him
while he wishes to marry I will
undermine him.
A circle of women might he
wish and long to have
that he is foolish and his wants shall be
his undoing, spoke Sappho of her brother
who wished to date Aimsir FraochÚn a
woman of the wealth.
Sappho and the woman collaberated to fool
Larichos, she told him she'd marry him if
he bought her ten gold bars
to create the tradition of them together
he did so for along time and when he
became concern of his own ego he asked her
how many gold bars had he givin her
she anwsered100 and said we have established a togetherness
for ten days, he than asked her to return them
as he was unsatisfied she refused
so Larichos went to Aphrodite and told her the story
Ahphodite said that only a inspiring frenzy and ecstacy could
make a man so brainwashed
so she suduced him to see if he was as great a lover
as he spoke.
Days later Aphodite went to Aimmmmmmsir and Sappho
she found them speaking as they were one
she placed a spell on them and condemed them to a n island in the sea.
Dry stacked
the walls arched
We're a window quadruple
Paned stood statuesed
Risened and marbled
the counter top
the unfinished mastering
the beams, the beams
She spoke
As we on the unfinished floor
had in reproduction
Created our first child
Months later I sat there
With a bottle of wine
Smoking a cigar
Smiling in happiness
Knowing some foolish truffle
Would challenge our happiness
Some unexpected frivle would
try to undermine our togetherness
Which word to speak might God
Protect us
Then again what words to speak
Might we again be as one
They shall oppose all things
to have me shake my fist at the
Angred by the frustration of not belonging
So that my efforts of failing her and him
Would be in vain
Might they hiss like snakes
to speak us in tenses
The suns of each tomorrow
Be days of us together
In the bustling halls of workplace,
there lies a quiet enmity hidden in plain sight.
A simmering rivalry that runs deep,
whispers behind closed doors and furtive glances that never meet.
On the surface, all seem polite and cordial,
but beneath the shining sheet of professionalism
lies a devious inferno.
The backbiting, the petty squabbles,
all serve to undermine a collective goal.
We pretend that all are in this together,
but the fact is far more guileful, much harder to bear.
For as long as this hidden enmity persists,
we can never truly reach our full potential or even hope to coexist.
©Chitra Arun
The modern world has practically eliminated chickenpox
But now has an epidemic of the chicken sh*t.
From top to bottom we see it infecting society.
If you’re in a position of authority, and
Use that position to target and oppress others
And undermine the Rule of Law through lawfare,
You are chicken sh*t.
If you are in a position of power, and
Use that position to enable other’s corruption
You are chicken sh*t.
From parents, to school boards, DAs, and the FBI
Corruption is now tolerated and pursued,
In the name of some vague social justice,
But really only because those doing it are chicken sh*t.
Have you ever actually seen chicken sh*t?
It is repulsive, slimy, wet and foul,
But it is good for one thing
Fertilizing your garden.
(9/21/25)
no real friend would play with your feelings
to have a control over how you feel
misleading remains the biggest cause
why so many never come out alive in this game
no real friend would undermine this bond
unless they never considered it from beginning
to some being craved is the one great thing
no matter even if the cost is a friendship
lies were fed for months in his head
that maybe there could be a thing in between
lies were shattered on the night of big reveal
when other confessed saying, "i knew it"
People with good memory have a tough time forgetting,
And those with hearts attuned to others’ pain
Find wounds endure, their souls in silence fretting -
Emotions hurt, yet healing seems in vain.
Like bees, learn to take the honey sweet
From blooming flowers in joy’s bright repose.
Let past remain behind, no more repeat;
Reach forth to what before us gently grows.
Press toward the prize - the high and holy call
That God has placed within each soul’s design.
Forget, forgive, let anger’s shadow fall,
Lest covenant blessings we undermine.
We will not miss the prize, nor let it pass -
But live in all that God has willed for us.
SKEPTICAL THOUGHTS UNDERMINE VERBAL WARMTH
as offered aloud from masculine parted lips.
When brain doubts unexpectedly burst forth,
ensure same feminine brain shreds them to strips.
MOONLIT NIGHTS OBSERVE POTENTIALLY QUED
magic often downward fracture and fall apart
when a man’s truth isn’t evidentially clued
to a willing and attentive sweetheart.
AMPLE BAFFLED COUPLES DECLINE EMBRACE
if one is not genuinely enthused.
When qualms clearly show on one’s face,
the other’s face soon appears confused.
ENTICING, FOXY GALS HARKEN INTEREST
and good-looking men embolden heartbeats
so that when neither is indifferent
romance may take a stroll down High Street.
Flimsy flashes of realization
wake me,
weakened by adventurous
good times.
Frivolities begin screaming
‘Later!
There is one perfect moment.
Right now.’
Allow no delay to undermine
pure joy.
I lay , Frozen in my own creation - The Maze
It is gawked at by passerbys
Only to laugh and scrutinize.
They undermine the hold of them on me
Not one willing to stay and untangle the poisoned ivy parasitically preying
They comment at my state
And hand me empty maps
Telling me how simple it is to evade
Damned if I attempt to escape
I resign to my demise
Damned if I pray for a saviour
I attempt to sew my own tears
If only I was defined
If only I had refined
If only I hadn't mind
If only I'd been blind
Would the tangled vines remain intertwined?
If I tear through will I survive?
Or is it easier to stay docile?
I'm the prisoner of my own mind
Put on death row subjected to a perpetual decline,
Was it my fate to become like this?
Or was it a fault of mine?
I fear I don't have enough time to decide
For I'm next in line
Lying, deceiving, misleading and manipulating the people
Using the word of god to rob and undermine the people
You will be exposed
For the people understand now
We shall sleep no more
The cloak you wear and your mask has been pulled back
You will misuse the word of god no more .
There was a Time in my life where I tried to undermine
The lies in my mind
Time being spent tryna justify
Asking myself who’s this guy
Time to get rid of the disguise
Now I’m left with this persona
Who lost his sense of self due to corona
Isolated but not at home
Doing shrooms dropping acid
Went from being avid
To my ego collapsin
So when they ask if I been slipping
Yeah I have been
Forced to fight the feeling
Born to write words that cause healing
So I picked up the pen
Becoming an addict
To be a man amongst men
Puttin my heart and pride on these sheets of paper
I’m finna Break the stereotype and become a different type of landscaper
One who cuts and trims the letters to fit better
On this piece of paper
That I call a love letter
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