I can do something with that I say
dragging a broken wagon out of the ditch
my husband is horrified
there are ants and crawly things all over it
the wagon is grateful; I can feel her relief
she used to be well-loved, clean, fresh
It will only take a little bit to liven her up, I say
I hear her sigh with gratitude
Hey, wait! There is a teddy bear down there
I climb back into the ditch, probably standing on poisoned ivy
I will figure that out later
This bear does not deserve to be discarded like this.
You aren’t bringing that filthy thing into the house!
This is my husband’s girly voice, and it annoys me.
Not while he is awake, I’m not.
Lady with that undeniable charm,
falling for somebody too soon
can be a mistake that'll bring pain;
lovers look for joy, not harm!
I admire honesty before I greet beauty,
sadly, I sense a glace of uncertainty
from a lady with that undeniable charm;
come down from the throne of pride
Lady with that undeniable charm,
your virtue encompasses all the others;
it's a fine perfume that brings delights
on cloudy days awaiting a storm!
Who owns the nobile smile you express
with a sweetness far beyond devotion?
Other ladies, not as realistic, pursue dreams
that are too big in concept and ambition!
Lady with that undeniable charm,
no gold holds the power of deception,
no desire or ambitiion changes the norm:
you look forward to joy, not to delusion!
Just because it’s true for you
Doesn’t mean it’s true for me
Just because you’re proudly crude
Doesn’t mean I give a flying phuckery
I may be a free spirit
But I am not a doormat for feet
Offend me and you’ll hear it
In a verse of purple poetry
We can be who we are
Poetic hearts on soup with sage
Just don’t dim my yellow star
On soup not like you get paid
I’m saying as sweet as I seem
You don’t want the other side
Of my character minus the queen
For the profanities can surely fly
The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years.
Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them.
No one I knew had seen anything strange or weird there.
I have clairaudient tendencies, and I had not heard anything.
But they insisted on trying go conjure up something.
I was amazed when I saw their completed documentary.
Because in the recesses of the tunnel there were four men
Wearing derbies, in dress coats, who came out of that tunnel.
Weirdly enough, no one else saw them including the investigators.
They are right there! I said, pointing them out to my husband.
He said, “of course they are dear.”
There is a disadvantage some days of being para-sensitive.
My son is an ophidiophile, a lover of snakes
I am a limnophile, a lover of lakes
and a bit of a wordsmith, for I love to write
quite often a nyctophile, because I love the night
I also love the moon, a selenophile am I
a nephophile too, loving clouds in the sky
Then there's javaphile, I'll drink to that
because I'm a coffee loving poet, and that's a fact
I love all my books, the old and the new
the way that they smell, I'm a bibliophile too
A logophile, an astrophile and a lover of dreams
that means I love, so many Philes it seems
There's only one, I've loathed from the start
and that's the pedophile, I despise with my heart.
bear felt indebted to his bee friends in a way
so he decided to take them a bouquet one day
he held it under their hive, so they could enjoy it
“Stop being friends with that bear!” the foreman said in a snit.
“But he’s giving us flowers,” the worker bees said.
The bear continue holding the petals, high up from his head.
The foreman tried to shoo the large grizzly away.
But he wanted some honey, so he continued to stay.
Whom ever taught my cat to whine could not have been a friend of mine.
She's learned to vocalize a bit and now acts like a spoiled snit.
It's so annoying to say the least. She knows I'll cave to get some peace.
I let her out for a window of time and ask if she wants some cheese
with that whine.
he keeps saying it's
gonna
be a bumpy ride
but that's life
and all these spin-offs
about juggernauts
space fairies
and
helmets with no chin straps
riding in his
space cow
across the galaxy
i'm considering a chin-strap-beard
we are
one tonight
i explain to the human geography teacher
in the lounge
that i am a completionist
i don't just
watch some episodes, but finish the lot
he counters, "did you see every episode
of duck tales?"
the man is mad
It is "Good" to hold on to "Great Memories "when you "Remember ever being "In Love" with as many as you can "Remember Loving"!"This is the real way that "Love itself "Never Dies In You": Being a Lover: Factually True. Love never dies in those who have loved ,and remember the "Love that was shared between two or more! The memories of "The Beloved"keeps "love itself where it resides in "Eternity"! This is "One Way" to realize what and how,when and where "Real Love" began and still exist and really "IS"! "Love is Real" just like "Flesh and blood"! "Love Realizes" that if "It" cannot "Talk" to a "Mind" ",How can "Real Love" talk to "The Body"? Body ,Mind,and Spirit,seeks "Harmony" in "Love"!
HANDS TIED WITH THAT OF BRIDE
Writing poems, he had to stop.
Young poet made promise to bride,
As his poetry book turned flop.
Writing poems, he had to stop.
No way, musings, he had to drop.
Poet tied hands with bride! His pride.
Writing poems, he had to stop.
Young poet made promise to bride.
06/09/21
' A Strand (1066)
Contest by Brian Strand
'
The sunset and the days glow,
With my friends sitting on the tree.
And the days passes slow,
Fruits on the bush was for free.
Where that days are gone?
I must say venished with this age.
Every friends waiting for the new dawn,
Many people remember that was a stage.
Where that village perfume gone?
The smell of the flowers.
Everything gone with that dawn,
Where that unwanted rain's showers?
Everything went and perished,
That small love to a girlfriend.
Meeting at the time of dusk,
And both talk in the hush.
Those where the real days,
Missing them with the eve.
Now, what is gone is gone,
But thought of it today it also tranquil me.
WITH EVERY YESTERDAY
IS A TIME GONE BY
THOSE DAYS AHEAD MIGHT
BE BETTER IF
THEN IN THESE IFINISM WE DO THE SAME
TO BE CATCH IN THE
CHANGE BARRANCE OF SAME
YET WHICH DAYS MIGHT WE CREATE A CHANGE
TO LEARN FROM THOSE DAYS GONE BY
HALF A DAY SPENT
BEING FOOLISH
IS A HALF A DAY
SOMEONE ASKEST WHY
WHEN THE WHEELS START
AND THE GRAIN IS THRASHED
AND THE PROCESS TO MAKE FLOUR BEGANS
WE REMOVE THE HUSK
AND BLEACH GROUNDED GRAINS
TO MAKE TWO PRODUCTS NEARLY THE SAME
Have a degree in psychology “Do you want fries with that?”
This is today's world so what's ahead, what will be hatched
Life at the bottom
Sadly till autumn
Then we sail off into the sunset but there are many gaps
The hours passed And I keep thinking
If you still feel something for me, I'm consuming I keep waiting for you And you do not know when to come maybe it's better that you're not here with me anymore you're not happy it's clear that I have to come to my senses but as I explain to my heart or stay silent or I scream in your face How could you leave me In the nothing,, Or I tell you shortly I need you and the truth we are still in love, all my life is confused but maybe staying alone is better than bad accompanied But my heart is still burning for your love I can’t do this anymore god please don’t let me fall in love again in that next life I don’t want to go through this pain... I never been rejected but is always that one person that is going to give you heaven at first then he lets you burn in hell !!!!!!!!!
There is something wrong with that one.
I run out to see.
I look frantically, but he is well hidden
In the midst of other eight-year-olds
fitting in now
I leave
disappointed
Have you met him? He is rather awful.
I run out to see.
Hoping to meet him this time.
He is doing nothing that other boys are not doing.
I cannot choose him from the others.
They are all running around like banshees, screaming.
He is awful! The teacher tells me.
Which one? I ask.
She cannot pick him out either.
I leave again, disappointed.
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