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Sista bad ways the masters degree premonition holder has eliquented us inside of the never growing fortress of people's passed economic struggles as mimes
Yet the obstructioni zing doth not permit a permit
Ye of vittles portion lacks the fortitude of good days in labor
Between Camarillo livibility lengths and Newbury Park rotations as the same
None may improvith stations whilst sista bad feelings goes into debt full idea administration worry
It was autumn
Before the round
Something shivered
Tools wasn't full
Vans change, tools out strange the work
All damseled
In respite
Shane apprehension grovel
Lost beside his print
Finding his father's name
April, too new city managers
Yorks and shires bereaved
I wasn't your only father's rent
The war counted on better rays
Rates add fits
In byes gondolas say
To write wrongs
Haven't worried sensibly
The round became my leaving board
A pond as his mother's springs
She sheltered little in life
Deathly burden to me
Manhattan Surrender my moons light
Categories:
yorks, america,
Form: Free verse
This vault seems to be accepting of my largest deposit
When you consider the number of skeletons in my closet
All of these follow me to my most eternal resting casket
Sealed by silence; to my grave, I will slave for its gasket
Knowledge of this life is never going to be shared without breaking my repository
For if it was; the memoir would be would be New Yorks, greatest best seller story
I have been a toy of others for so long as my memories can comprise
Call me selfish if you want; but I'll live for myself from now 'til my demise
Categories:
yorks, abuse, betrayal, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
Almost from their conception
Our Yorkshire kids are told
About our weather system
And our three degrees of cold,
‘unch, unch, and bloody ‘unch
Peculiar to our County
A climate that makes us ‘ard
And why we treat our weather
With much respect and regard.
That’s why we start ‘em young
Recommend dress that’s best
Clothing suited for the weather
From t-shirt to thermal vest.
We take weather serious in Yorks
It has that style verve and punch.
And we know the difference between
‘unch, ‘unch, and bloody ‘unch.
Categories:
yorks, house, humor, weather,
Form: Rhyme
In the infancy of spring,
An apple orchard raid.
The trees are bearing blossoms,
Teeming with fruit;
Some ripe ones on the ground.
The gang, excited and well-prepared.
Jimmy is up one tree
Shaking the branches
As apples fall every which way.
Apples here, apples there,
Apples everywhere!
His friends get busy picking them up.
There's more than enough
To fill up all the buckets and bowls
"Jimmy, try one, they taste so good!,"
Exclaimed one of the pickers.
"Not now, they must be washed first!,"
Replies Jimmy.
They go tree to tree
Plucking low hanging apples.
Oh, the varieties! The varieties!
Granny Smiths,
Twenty Ounces,
Rubyfrosts,
Yorks,
Galas,
Golden Delicious....
Yummy looking apples!
Lots and lots of collected apples
To be enjoyed!
Categories:
yorks, fun, imagery, spring,
Form: Imagism
Rain of Winters
Rain of Winters
Come in a while
With Siberia's snow
And Yorks sounds
With heavy downpours sometimes
Sometimes brings hard wavy snows
Which blocks my streets and my home
You make to yearn autumn again
You make to crave for sunny heat again
That's not fair
That's not fair
Rain of Winters makes you worse
Why you are so harsh and unbearable
Come with a unforgettable smile
Nice and snowy shine
Come with bright color
Of winters
Oh why are you so harsh
Rain of winters
By Ohgirl
Poetrysoup
Categories:
yorks, 10th grade, anxiety, mystery,
Form: Free verse
I
Moon is a Necco
Wafer, Sugar Babies, we
‘Neath the Milky Way.
II
Yorks, the Musketeers!
The Swedish Fish froth away
From the Whopper Balls.
III
The dark side of Mars,
The Salt Kiss on the Heath,
No mint’s on the bed.
Categories:
yorks, candy, love,
Form: Haiku
Living in NEW YORK CITY and going to tar beach
For most NEW YORKERS this was a treat.
Taking your beach chairs, towels, and blankets
And a radio to the roof.
Some would come up with shirts and pants
As the roofers began to dance.
Listening to ALLEN FREED, COUSIN BRUCIE, and DICK CLARK
And seeing the treetops in the park.
We did not need to go to concerts downtown
All you had to do was look around.
We would lie on the blankets taking in the sun
Or dancing to the music and having lots of fun.
We would gather as groups and start to harmonize
With every roof joining in – it is easy to visualize.
A crescendo of voices floating in the air
With people looking out their windows
And their voices they would share.
A water hose connected to an apartment below
Where we could cool off and water balloons to throw.
You could take your suburbs, your farms and little towns
But nothing to compare to the NEW YORK CITY sounds.
Categories:
yorks, growing up,
Form: Rhyme