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Abiygayil Yisrael Poem
I AM SHE THAT HATES TO DEBATE, ESPECIALLY, WHEN IT IS TOO LATE TO CONTEMPLATE WITH FAITH.
I WISH I HAD TOOK THE BAIT AND WAIT, TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE.
BUT NOW IT IS TOO LATE.
I SHOULD HAVE, I SHOULD HAVE HAD MORE FAITH.
NOW THINGS COULD HAVE BEEN GREAT.
BUT NOW SINCE I DIDN'T, I HAVE TO SUFFER MY FATE.
WITHOUT MA SOUL MATE.
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Abiygayil Yisrael Poem
MY LOVE OF MY LIFE HAS GIVEN ME PLENTY OF GRIEF
AND ALSO, STRIFE.
BUT TO SAY SOMETHING BRIEF, WOULD GIVE ME SOME RELIEF.
NOW, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I PRAYED TO BE HIS WIFE QUICKLY,
IT NEVER DROVE ME TO THE POINT TO PULL AH KNIFE ON HIM.
AND YOU KNOW WHY? IT IS BECAUSE I LOVE HIM; PLUS, BECAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE HIM LIFE.
AND SO, THERE WAS NO WAY, I WAS GOING TO DO OTHER WISE
BUT CONTINUE TO LOVE HIM, DESPITE THAT HE DIDN'T CONSIDER ME, TO BE HIS WIFE; ALSO HIS LOVE OF HIS LIFE.
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Abiygayil Yisrael Poem
On ah nice breezy day, as I lay on my bed and pray, there was no one to play with. But I often find myself feeling a lazy; and sometimes I think it's crazy to feel that way. But anyway, as I lay here, thinking all crazy, and feeling all lazy, one thing that is for certain is this, I am glad about and not sad about is this, that the Good Lord had made a way, this day for me to enjoy his sweet and wonderful breeze, without me having to show my cheese (smile) and also my cheek and to say please just to experience his beautiful and wonderful breeze.
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Abiygayil Yisrael Poem
A DAY IN A TOWN
A DAY IN A TOWN,
walking AROUND, with plenty of GROUND to COVER would have been great.
But since I have to walk AROUND to get UPTOWN; and plus, DOWNTOWN,
I wish I could HOVER, up in the sky,
INSTEAD of being caught DEAD walking AROUND.
But since I have to make my ROUNDS,
I best to be SOUND and be happy, that I know my way AROUND in a TOWN.
For if I didn't know my way AROUND in a TOWN
my day in a TOWN would have my face pile up with of FROWNS
and probably would have been looking like a CLOWN,
who doesn't know my way AROUND in a TOWN.
And so, as it looks like my day in a TOWN was just TIRESOME pretty much,
but not WORRY SOME at all.
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Abiygayil Yisrael Poem
SMILING FACES
Intro: shalom, hi, hey and hello,
welcome to my poem called smiling faces, where all faces are not the SAME.
But some of them, are the face of FAME. And others, are the face of SHAME.
But nonetheless, not all faces here, value their good NAME. And you know? Because some of them are full of GAMES; also out for GAMES; and so, it doesn't matter if their good NAME gets DEFAME. And so, without further a due, here's my poem called SMILING FACES; and goes a little something like this:
Sometimes, some smiling faces, is the very FACE, that will take you PLACES.
And have you to MOVE, and get you on the GROOVE; have you to go more than a MILE.
And still, have you not to go WILD, be WILD; and also to act WILD.
And be straight foul.
But instead, some of them would PROFILE you, see your FILE; know your STYLE, while they have you to SMILE MILD like a little CHILD.
And sometimes, there are some of them, that would SKIN and GRIN with you and plus, at you, WHILE they give you ah glass of GIN to sip on; and hope that, you don't SIN, but lift up your CHIN, while they take you IN like a true FRIEND and FAN.
And see you through, up until you can STAND and FIEND for yourself at the very END.
For sometimes, there are some of them, who would smile at you and plus, smile with you and even smile in your face; and still think that you are a WASTE, simply because, they cannot get into your good GRACE, SPACE, CASE; also, FACE. And so, therefore, they just want you to be out of the RACE. Because you have such ah beautiful smile, FACE, TASTE,; also PLACE. but anyway, deep down INSIDE, with all jokes ah SIDE in some of their MINDS; also heart, BEHIND their smiles, some of them are as WILD as a CRODOCILE running on TILES. And trust me, I am not in a DENIAL. For I have been THERE; also HERE, for AWHILE; definitely I know their PROFILE; also STYLES. For many of them are DEFILE and full of GUILE. and why is that? It is because, some of them, are always LIEING, and have something to HIDE. And so, for that reason, they are not as open and WIDE like the blue SKIES. For many of them goes under DESGUISE and doesn't want to be RECOGNIZE for their LIES; or for being SLY. And truly that cannot FLY in my EYES, for I find them to be pretty SLY and I cannot let it FLY, SLIDE; or RIDE and DIE without keeping a close EYE.
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LOVE IS IN THE HOUSE
LOVE is in the HOUSE, and not even a MOUSE is at HAND; or even CLOSE.
But when you come on IN; hang out in the DEN, Love welcome you as a FRIEND, FAN;
and also next to KIN. And so, you see how Love CAN make feel right THEN, by
wanting to grab you by the HAND; and make you to UNDERSTAND, that you are part
of the PLAN, a PLAN, that will forever STAND at the very END. Now, tell me, isn't Love
GRAND as it STANDS? For clearly at the END this is what's going to be in DEMAND.
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IGNORANCES IS A BLISS
Ignorance is BLISS
but not on ma LIST.
And I say to say THIS,
because to embrace ignorance to be a BLISS,
I would be saying I rather be hit in the head with an iron FIST.
and before that happens, I rather be DISMISS
though some people does see, being ignorance to be a BLISS
for whatever the reason is, or maybe. they find it to be a BLESSING
but far as concerning me, I find it to be like a shallow WALL
cover with grass that is set to be a pit FALL.
now, that is SMALL thinking to think that, being ignorant is a BLISS
but instead I see it, to be a RISK, for sometimes, when discovering that should have been known already, can push some people to cut their WRIST.
and that, I wouldn't want for anyone, not even my enemy.
and so, my thing is THIS, be WISE and RISE with knowledge
so, you won't be caught up in the net of not knowing or LIES.
that's my thought on ignorance's being a bliss.
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Abiygayil Yisrael Poem
WHAT'S GOOD UNDER THE SHEETS?
IS IT YOUR MEAT, HEAT; OR TREAT?
SO WHAT IS IT? THAT GOT THINGS GOOD UNDER THE SHEET?
IS IT BECAUSE YOUR SHIEK OR IS IT YOU BEING SO SWEET.
SO, WHICH ONE IS IT? IS IT YOUR SWEETNESS, YOUR MEEKNESS OR
IS IT, JUST YOUR OUTRIGHT TRICKS THAT STICKS.
FOR IF IT AIN'T THE MEAT, THE HEAT; OR THE TREAT
WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY BE, TO PREVENT ME FROM FLEEING
FROM UNDER THE SHEETS. OH YEAH! IT MAYBE YOUR HEARTBEAT
THAT I CANNOT RETREAT FROM, FOR IT SENDS A WONDERFUL VIBE THAT I CAN RIDE WITH AND PLUS TONE TO.
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Oh what a Batch that I have Catch do you think the fishes I caught earlier is ah Match to what's attach? I don't know why don't you open that Latch to box and see what you got and there you'll see if it's a Match to that Batch.
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Abiygayil Yisrael Poem
I AM POETRY,
AND POETRY IS ME,
NOW, WHAT I WRITE, IS WHAT DEFINES ME, AND PLUS, WHAT REFINES ME.
AND SO, HOW I WRITE, IS WHAT IDENTIFIES ME; ALSO, CLASSIFIES ME
AS TO BE ABOVE THE LINE; AND ALSO, ABOVE OTHER MINDS, I GUESS I AM ONE OF A KIND.
AND FURTHERMORE, AND WITH ALL BEING SAID,
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW ME, AND PLUS ALL ABOUT ME (AS THE POET)
THAT I AM, WELL THEN, GET IN LINE, DON'T BE BEHIND AND OPEN YOUR MIND
AND LOG IN TO MY MIND; THERE YOU WILL FIND OUT,
THAT I AM QUITE FINE, AND THAT MY RHYMES AND LINES ARE JUST A NATURAL
THING THAT IS SO DIVINE; AND ABSOLUTELY QUITE AH GOLDMINE INDEED
ALL OF THE TIME.
AND THERE YOU'LL DEFINITELY KNOW WHO I AM, WHAT I AM
AND DEFINITELY, NOT A YAM. LOL...BUT JUST AH POET WHO LOVES TO JAM
HER DAMN LINES AND RHYMES ALL OF THE TIME.
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