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Trish Fernandez Poem
I don't get a lot of comments
It's makes my name uncommon
I took a rest, now I'm back
When I read your words I see what you lack
I will step into your ring
Wearing a ring
and cut your words in half
I don't want to be mean
but you left me with no choice
because I have a voice
My poems are top notch
leaving your words lost
When the tides turn
you'll wave at me
causing mistakes in your destiny
If you believe your the best
you've looked in the mirror less
Don't be hurt by what I say
it's all fun and games
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Sacrificed biographies, unwillingly wilted on the roads
Batched and bundled in flourished rows
Sorrow is freed
Comfort is farmed
No king reigns on the quality land
Leaders have protected territory
Warriors, soldiers, your pride reigns liberty
Victorious flags wiggle in the heart of the wind
Prayers light the mourning and burn traitors skin
No religion should peel our flesh to bone
No God prophets a sole to be cold
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The sun peeked a shine down the salty blue sea,
multiplying an exotic kingdoms beauty.
A small fish traveled the big ocean sanding snails. The fish would say
"The slowest snail is to slow to yield to the slow snail." and another snail was sanded.
A big Bass fish watched the small fish's mistake. At the perfect opportunity
then big Bass torpedo itself towards the small fish.
Conspired prey eyes sunk a gulp and the small fish jetted.
A swim chase curved the currents as the two fishes zigzagged the under toes.
In a challenge to outwit waves a shark lurked up behind the big Bass.
The three fishes aligned in a straight line as the shark ate the big Bass as bate and then ate the small fish as bate.
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You sound like a tiny person with short man syndrome
always talking out your azz is what you give them
Your poetry sucks like a hooker on the steets
never knowing when your going to be beat
Let me give you a penny for a thought
a free lesson so you can be taught
Put your words away before you get yourself killed
cause I kill it in skills
Dang the poetry that so uptight
letting loose isn't your type
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Twerking secretly
Ruckus is heard
Immediately
Stripping for my
Husband
Laughing
Out loud with the
Underdogs
Is cool and
Sexy
Enough to be a hero
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Romantic hours
kidnapped their time
Passionate lips traveled
underneath the moonlight
Spontaneous lust in their eyes
their bodies never say goodbye
Seductive touch on her inner thigh
she gasped for air
as he grabbed her tight
Whispering in her ear
"No more lonely nights"
she relaxed in his hands
as chilly winds
shivered through their spine
In a obsession of love
their balanced was blessed
with a warm winter night
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As I'm growing older
I wonder when time had gone by
Knowing I feel young inside
Are you ready now
to hold me
kiss me
love me
to infinity
Teasing you was my favorite game
The moment has been washed away
Memories anchor my heart, deep in the water
If I am dead
Please let me be
Living a lie isn't so easy
Swimming up to the surface
Only to resurface
Careless recovery
Breath through my chest
My savior is the best
At last
I can go home in peace
Pray to you on my knees
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customer service is not an alluring activity
a dissatisfied customer is like Chucky
their disguise is sweet
until they speak, it's evil energy
returning or exchanging without a receipt
chalks-up a storm of dead-eye mis-fortune
these people don't come from heaven
retail is like nature in hell
demonic bears attack because the policy is unfair
satanic lions lay bare
poachers have delusions of grandeur
there's no safe trail in the jungle
inroad is trouble
in the real world
an angry customer break glass
shattering rules piercing flesh
it becomes a mess
so I will confess
this.....
my job is a simple paragraph
but difficult to graph
I laugh behind your back
knowing you'll be back
to shop at the same store
you'll walk in through the door
wanting to buy and return more
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me and my shadow
laugh and have good times
we think of cleaver ideas
and risky dink rhymes
me and my shadow
there is no way to separate
unless there is a victor
and one becomes a classic trait
me and my shadow
paint each others image
believing we're the best artist
neither portrait gets finished
me and my shadow
share each others fear
one day will cross the wrong person
and they'll have us in tears
me and my shadow
think nothing ahead
liable to get hurt
certain we are dead
me and my shadow
are underneath the bridge
hiding like a troll
waiting for a chance to get rich
me and my shadow
know the rules of the game
but we sulk to much
so we don't go out to play
me and my shadow
know what we did
get the full story
then repeat your opinion
me and my shadow
don't understand the clues
I'm left alone as usual
trying to get away from the blues
me and my shadow
know what we do
ignorance is no excuse
I take responsibility of my attitude
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"Contests. We don't need no stinking contests."
We..What's this "we" stuff,
You got a mouse in your pocket
Or is this a Mexican stand off?
Pff....Whatever! I'm a single player
Compeating against other mis-chief makers
I have no rules!
I'm a second rate gal
With a second rate termology
Go away boy scout
Your to much of a lamb
Contests are for dopes
Writing in the hopes
Of winning a killer diller deal
What's the deal anyways?
There's no money involved
The grand prize is recognizing the top dog
-Silent-
(Cough, cough)
Suck an egg poetic justice
You like to judge with a smile
I like to smile when I'm winning
There's no team in winning
Did I say winning again
I meant, there's an "I" in team
I am one team
Winner or loser
Losers gain a bum rap
Villians blazingly laugh
And winners......well winners are still Losers
We don't need no stinking contests
There's no publisher scouting us
08-14-18
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