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John F Pinto Dec 2013
Seriously? Positive? You’ve got to be joking me.
Optimism at it’s finest could only be realism at it’s worst.
Mesmerized by this thought, enchanted by it’s cold hard consistency
Enthralled was I to mock “positive”, and keep my lips pursed.
Then it hit me. No, it literally hit me.
If I just pound this podium a few times
Maybe I’ll channel some of doc’s “positivity”  pound podium
Ehh, guess that wasn’t a symptom; merely a sign
So what is this “battle plan”, and who really cares about mine?

I’ll tell you who, and it
Took until now for me to understand
Simply smiling is like positive quicksand

Little did I know, nor did I comprehend
Even the tiniest grin is a god-send
The mirror first, then a friend
Tomorrow is uncertain, so I recommend
Investing one in the nearest stranger
Never underestimate the smile, this game changer
Gets some through the day

Give the gift of smiles
Others need this Holiday.

Overall, there’s not even a word you need to say
For a smile is universal in every way.

This was the goal
Here was my contribution to this positive revolution:
Enlighten another soul.

The mirrors we look at every sunrise
Hair tangled, bags beneath the eyes
Internally determining how much this day is going to **** (sighs)
Now, hit rewind and you might be surprised
Getting off to a good start is simply devised:
Smile your warmest, stupidest, squintiest smile: regardless of its size

There is the secret ingredient in the positive pie
Having your hearty morning smile, with eggs on the sunny side
And this idea I vehemently used to deny
Thinking, “smile? In the morning? I’d rather die.”

Heath Ledger once said “Why. So. Serious?”
Ehh, he had a point!
Life can be a joke, especially when we’re delirious
Put the pout to the side, don’t be so furious

Unconditionally accept we all have ups and downs
Smile like an idiot, because aren’t the sounds

Involved with that deep, tear jerking laughter just
Ninety nine times better than a good morning grunt?

All I had to do was send a
Little smile in someone’s direction
Lift their spirits, make a connection

This is who cared about my “battle plan”
Hell, who knows? Maybe I even saved a man.
Ego aside, let’s do the best we can

With others, we can do our best to understand
Right from wrongs done, our own personal brand
Of happiness, that like flames needs to be fanned
Nothing is like that morning smile witnessed firsthand
Give that gift away, make it look easy and unplanned

Why? Because the unexpected gifts are the best
And to this I do attest
Yes, we have all been truly blessed:
Smile at each other and forget all the rest.

I smiled at those who passed, regardless of popular or outcast, and how I’ve seen a change. Doors have opened to relationships and thoughts I never conceived possible for a realist like me, I really was blind but now I see how powerful is this “positivity”. How much have we all grown? These seeds we’ve sown from you, to you, to you, to me, to that kid who sits by himself, to that girl who spilled her iced tea,: these are all the connections we’ve made, and there are more that would and could be if we only smile, say hello (or if we’re really brave) would you go out with me? The morning smile is the first step towards a “yes”, this is my guarantee. A smile is like a master key to all bliss (aaannnnddd maybe even a kiss ;)). Just like a great slam poet once said: “If you’ve got this (head), then you follow this (heart), and if someone ever tries to judge you, you give them this (smile)”.
Robin Carretti May 2018
He quietly appears so many years have passed smelling the amazing greener then life grass a potent filled with magic the invisible man he passed.
Splendor in the grass

Ehh Oh yuck someone
abandoned you
On the runway
He Grilled walked in
fashionable late
The head of his
mansion

You needed to
tolerate
Oh! Chuck
Full of gas
shattered_
her mind
with scars coming
toward her
like glass

The wake-up call
The lady of
all envy
Winning
an Emmy
Adelle
We could
of had it all
Another name
Amy
For the love,
Of a ghost
Like the
Candy Man
Invisible man
from
Ireland

Something got posted
seductively
Blindfolded hosted
Designed into his
Money hand
Powdered substance
poisoned her

Invisible man
Her eyes got
Smoked like
Poison Ivy
In the Army now
Please too much
Attention of green
Arabian in the Nile
Miles and miles
Navy to be seen
He was colored blind
Different eye
Brown in one and blue
Something hatched

Matchmaker  Ghost rider
Fiddler on the roof
We need a story writer
Like a horse
without a hoof
To neigh the right
stuff

I Sir "Infinitely" so
"Existentially"
Remarkably
Divinely
Ghostwriter
Her words were
blank
She is so genuine
Every other day
He was mine
The quiet man
Super shy
Another try
Valentine's day +*

Writing but not seeing
I love you until this day
Quiescently being forced
he entered emerged
I love you let's get
engaged
Beg your pardon
was not her
To be loved so sorry to be
changed
Like a stale piece

Her niece vintage
furniture more love
and peace
Quietly operation
tugged
Someone got flagged
That blind man
faced
And looked into
the  quiet man
On someone's 
body
The smells
like Moms
perfume her
exact tune
New Jersey Patch reader
"The Catcher in the Rye"
To weird the movie
Carrie
School can be strange
A bucket list of water
down your head
She walked

The Quiet man lips
No small talk
Ghost post bed
Not even one star
could be heard
The gas lamp
she tripped
Out of sight

She saw a face not to
be described

So inhibited like
endangered
species

The invisible man
loved her
But got his
vengeance on
anyone
that was too near her
People wanted so
much to
be her
Her force
indescribable

When someone was
clear to see
Extremely well visible
she didn't care to
know them

Her nose on the tip
baking with flour
Ghostly the hostess
of the most
But feeling his
energy the invisible
the man was
courting her so challenging

New flame "Procreating"

Hemming her long skirt
Her diary innocence
Being on her side
but scheming
Disguise home staging
From the ridiculous to the
subline

Her address
Send forget me knots
street
Only blind
people are the kind
you want to find

SOS  surrender or out
The other S Soulmate
Ghost
Hailed the Mary
The Quiet Man
John Wayne

The laundromat
Mack the knife
Invisible man
Inked his whole life
Waynes world
Born to be wild

The other man
Hit the metal
heavy music
fan
Drenched so humid
He was the Murad

Triangle mess
Shopping at London
Harrods
Let's hear it for
the girls or ((Gods))
The magical channeling
TV on the blink
Went right on his computer
All the quiet man linked

He finger waved by the world
Guinness drinking Heineken
beer
The ghost rider
Got grilled called upon
By Ron
College kid playing
Rugby
The good bad and
the Ugly
Clint Eastwood
stretched them out
like Gumby
Western gunshot slinger
He couldn't see the
Ghost rider
the
blank stares
Perky Rabbit Hares
All the negatives got
burned
Exorcist's heads twist
and shout eyes healed
about

Climbing the Jacks
of the shinning
Nowhere in the beauty of
Her heart gleaming

Took a blindfold call felt
somewhere but where?
But I couldn't see blinded
by stars
Over the rainbow, the skies
weren't blue
Being stalked by
someone you know

By the greater impossible
love
To be silent like she was
invisible
So naive at time feeble

Without an honorable
love of fee
Gone with the winding
shopping spree
Disworthy and sneaky
but for being
who or answers
Doctor Who?
Invisible man what
could he do

He was so flavorful
well balanced
strong nursed her well
and sturdy
Quiet man thinking in his
beloved study

She was no goodie
magical shoes
The Ghostwriter
left invisible
clues
More Quiet time
Lemonade time affair of a
Ghost man
Like Hannah and her sisters
Woody if he could
But he is a **** good writer
The Movies of NewYork
I am proud to say
I come from
Brooklyn NY

If lips could talk
pouty
Sensing something but why?
Hans Christian Anderson
Quiet man playing softly but
Killing me easily through the
Blind sighted window

The widows
War Veterans
True Hero My dad
World War 2
Wifes lies and fibs
Quiet leads to invisible
Heller Keller was so
fortunate
Like Fate, she was
the real
Mccoy, she could light
anyone's smile
with joy
The barbecue next season
So many years to reason
More gun control
Be more visible to others
Mothers and brothers
Have a heart of soul


Only the strong keep the
  fight
Just keep on trucking
Grill them show them
What you could write
Perhaps it's cool to be the
Ghostwriter
Not everyone likes
To see the clear picture
What is really taken

So what if people cannot read us
Somehow we are all blind that's
OK its a miracle how other people
Can make it the beautiful day


Of the next groundhog day
He was loving to be invisible
He wanted to keep it that way
So deep set her eyes
to die
Somehow talk could be cheap
And the shepherd of love loads

of sheep, silence is the best sleep

All in someones head so lovingly deep

Invisible but remarkable to be the person
you want to be or let's really look closer
it's not always rosier.
Can we be so invisible to everything we look at? What about being blind Helen Keller to me was the fortune of better futures your best wine out of the cellar. So what if you are blind there will always be someone you love around you just have to feel them
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
Umm...hey
May I ask,
If I even dare to,
Is it okay
If I touch you?...

No, No...
What are you
Thinking?
I didn't mean it
Like that...

I just want
To stroke your cheek,
Pat your back
Or something
Like that...

Ehh...?
It's really okay?
Well then...
I won't
Hold back...

I said
As I let my fingers
Run through your hair
Man...it's soft
Just like a newborn's...

I stroked your cheek
While looking
Into your eyes
And suddenly I
Found myself blushing...

Why was it
That I wanted
To touch you?
And why do I always smile
When I'm near you?...

The truth hit me
Like a lightning bolt
Finally after years
I discovered
That I was
In love...

I'm still looking
Into your eyes
And I feel that I
Had a raise
In my body temperature...

Longing to touch you
This time
In a not so decent way
I looked once more
Into your eyes
And then I said...

Umm...hey
Can I touch you?...
And if possible
Can you touch me
too?...

And is it okay
If I tell you
That I
Love you...?

Can we whisper
Soft words
To each other
And never let go
Of each others hands?...

Can we become
Old together?...
Just like the relationship
You have
With your minivan?...

But right now
Let's not speak
About the future
Let's just focus
On the here and now
And just enjoy
Each other....

'Cause all
That I want to do
Right now
Is to touch you
And feel your touch
On me too...

So I'll ask you
Once more
Is it okay
If I touch you?...
Wanting to show your affection for the person you love/like through actions, but you're not sure if they're okay with it....Or if they even feel as you do...
Give me a fresh *** of your nips.
Ehh?? Give me a ******* turnip!
I went to Peterborough, came from Marrakech,
Which one should I rip to flesh?
In summer I love to chew icicles,
Whatever! It’s to die for!
I rode a bike and had a stew,
Never mind this poem, go and have a poo.
its hard to feel your hands, cause i feel the claws you hide ;
like lips with a serpents tongue i taste every lie you hide inside.
you want to be cuff but im already feeling tied,
and im already missing outside cause im locked up by your ways.
knowing that i love you only make my reflection feel betrayed.
every hour you speaking feels like the end of days
cause you filling me up with crack truth its an addictions in your eyes,
you see far to out, you make me wanna scream and shout,
how the **** im supposed to trust when you have commited crimes of the heart.
made many stop, had other lose their tempo,
you claiming that you love,  im thinking your mentle,
and I have no doubt that you even realize, that real lies create real ties  with fake tears, and loud cries, no wonder why im damaged and i cant find a way out.
im stuck in your ***** maze,
you keep luring me in,
i feel like such a fool, I keep caving in.
your thighs are too strong for my arms to pull away, instead the pull closer, but rough and enraged.
You don't know how much you poison lips are such an addiction.
Every kiss is a cut on the wrist, with a tungue that licks each incision.
Every night is just a shadowy vision.
Bites and holds, kissing every curve while i hold your body in submission.  
gripping and thrusting to a point of panting.
pining you down while your legs lock around my waist, we fall together on the bed landing,
mending our spirits even if we far apart, the laws of attractions meets the laws of hearts,
no matter which loves and which hates,
one and both cant escape the need for each other,
differences are just bi polar similarities,
but in the end of the night..
both will want to be pleased.

-deep thought
9-12-14
Nikita Aug 2015
ehh
Sick of being talked down to
Kenneth Springer Apr 2013
Moons ago I smoked till the filter,
Drank Johnny’s backwash
And slept hungry.
How can you know an empty stomach,
Without dancing in Tampa for a buck fifty?
What’s for breakfast?
“cowboy killers.”
lunch I asked,
“Kentucky deluxe.”
Dinner?
“A bent Porto Rican kitten.”
But people are seasons
And springtime had come.
Now it’s easy, but still stiff.
In the end of the day.
ehh.
JoJo Pantoja Aug 2016
If only i had a guitar and knew how to actually play it,
id sing u a song….
even tho im not the best singer.
Id play u a lullaby at night.
Id sing u a song to make u smile.
Id sing you a song just for fun.
A world without music is just EHH.
If only i had a guitar and knew how to actually play it, id write you a song&sin;; it just to show how much u mean to me…
tiaamaariaa Jul 2013
I have been sitting here for an hour
trying to figure out what to write
I've been sitting here crying
not knowing why
I have been sitting here tapping my fingers on the keyboard
like a crazy person trying to write a good poem
I'm avoiding people's messages
I'm avoiding listening to music
just to write a good poem
but this is all I got.
truly have been trying to write a poem for a lil bit now, but nothing turned out good. haha.
It's funny how I can get over so quickly,
The thing that once inspired me so intensely.
fdg Nov 2014
i know i start things in fragments
or in the middle of a sentence
beginning with "so" or "but" or "and"
i know sometimes i leave things hanging
because some nights i walk out the door still not having
any poems come out of my mouth
and i get in my car and just can't quite figure it out
anything i write anymore is a love poem (oops)
but when i look in your eyes all i can think to say is "i love you," i guess
nothing too poetic
yet the way you say it
is what structures my poems

(it's not that i don't want to speak in stanzas,
but take it as a compliment that sometimes your eyes make me dizzy enough not to think straight)
but even if i said prettier words out loud, i'd still end up writing them down anyway
Christian zeal Nov 2013
Just look at him .. I can tell he's been going to the gym.
******* out the shirt only underwear on so I can see "it".
He's so innocent psha more like conceited .
Looking around his room this might be hell for me right now, laying on his bed I'm telling the boys down stairs to calm down.
He's a friend! Not food
Back my lust down until it knows what do.... Well in this situations of course.
Ehh I feel like hannible with a torch!
Ready to burn everything that's keeping me from eating this friendship up with plea-sures.

So. Much shoes you got as I look around there is a hint that these blue roses on his window is making a sound of.....
Is he? Would he? Fuuuuuudge
God.... Please help me
Benjamin Jul 2014
How do you find it?
I don't know!
Why are you asking me?
Because you're me, you should really look into these things you know.
But if we start to look, people might ask questions, and we all know how much we enjoy lots of questions.
But "people" will think we're different if we don't get ourselves together.
Do we care?
I don't know do we?
I think we do.
I think we don't!
Well we seem to be at a bit of a road block here.
Seems that way.
Maybe we should start by addressing these odd little conversations we have in our head.
But then who will I talk to?
I don't know people?
But people are.....people!!
Yeah you're right, guess we're just good the way we are!
Right? Who needs all those "normal people" anyways.
Bet they don't think about dragons!
Bet they don't talk to themselves in third person either.....
Ehh you win some you lose some, better to die with a smile and enjoying life than to fake it for their sake.
You know what? I think I like you!
I think I like you as well.
<3
A brief look at what goes on inside my head.
Noor Nov 2013
Two meals and one long night have past since last we ate hot food.
Sore and sleep deprived, we're in a fire-breathing mood.
A line of chatty fobbits and fat civilians stretches long.
In this line to chow we, warriors in a war zone, do not feel like we belong.
The mortar alarms' warbling screech fills the air.
The lanky, and the blubbery run with for bunkers, motivated by the scare.
We stand defiant, sore, and hungry in the open ground.
Tempting unlikely, unlucky death.  We ignore the sound.
The alarm shuts off.  An amplified, embarrassed voice says, "Ehh...false alarm."
Dear sweet idiot:  Thank you!  There's no harm
In clearing out the line.  We waste no time laughing and running to the front of the line.
Your inattentive idiocy almost cost lives before in this war.  But you are forgiven this time.
Mykenzie Oct 2018
I'd like to write,
but ehh...
I'll do it later.
Epitome of all my struggles...
Dr Strange Dec 2014
Happy
Think happy
Think happy thoughts
Joy.
What is joy?
Joy is having friends and family
Ones who care about you
Who nurture you in your time of need
Yeah.
They want to see you grow
Soar high in the sky
Not try and hinder you
Nailing you to the ground damaging your wings  
They wish to see you smile not frown
Dance around like your a child
Be yourself
That is joy correct or am I wrong
Ehh who cares that's still what I'm going to do
Those this has nothing to do with Christmas it is still a happy poem and highlights so importance of Christmas have fun and hang out with family and friends.
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—Hmm— Oh— Ehh— Umm— Oh— Really?
—Hmmm —Uh —Well —Really? —Yeah?
Oh? —Ehh— Umm— Yeah?— Um— Oh

—Oh —Eh —Uh —I —But— Um— Yeah
Oh yeah— Uh— Is— Oh— Really— Well
—Really? —Eh —Yeah —But— Uh— I—
Oh— Yeah— Umm— Uh— Umm— Oh?

Uh— Oh— Is— Oh yeah— Well— Um—
Yeah?— Well— So— Is— Uh— But— Really?
—Oh is— She— Um— Yeah?— Oh— Well
Oh— Really? —Yeah —Umm— Uh— I— Eh
Never was a Walt sorta Kat, Though I do understand his works and his um desire which has a , distinct overlay into and onto my life, that ****... But Ezra, oh Ezra Pound, See I never even read a lick of his words, but a Picture a dear and well, um, interesting situation friend possibly, we will get to that latter, but A friend Justin Williams did a picture in Art class of Ezra, a pointillism portrait. don't have the picture on this drive but here is the original picture he was copying and it is found here: titled "73: RICHARD AVEDON 1923-2004 Ezra Pound at the Home "
https://www.liveauctioneers.com/item/1901663_richard-avedon-1923-2004-ezra-pound-at-the-home

Now ever since I saw this photo of Ezra pound Ihaving a migraine, which we have in common , I just related, to what I saw, and it was far more than a black and white picture, I saw the hues and colors of a man who was truly troubled by a knowledge, and as "Jesus" Yeshua Immanuel said in the The Nag Hammadi

Jesus said, "Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will rule over the All."
and this I understood in the anguish in the picture and a moment one is hard pressed to hide ones true pains.
so a taste of his work, for today was the first time I have ever read it by choice of actually seeking it out. though this picture is my avatar on my OS system. funny how things are. ehh?

A Girl - Poem by Ezra Pound


The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Ezra Pound
Oh and yep, I am about to talk , starting with how I could misidentify, and choose so poorly. today this will be spoken of.
VJ BRIONES Jul 2017
Wala akong ideya kung anong iguguhit ng mga kamay ko.
Wala akong maisip kung pano ko sisimulan to
Buti nalang nasa puso kita
Nasa puso kita para ikaw ang idradrawing ko.
Idradrawing ko
Ang magaganda **** mga mata na tila kumikinang pag nakikita kita.
Idradrawing ko ang babaeng tila minahal ko ng lubos ngunit..
Teka
Sandali lang
Hindi ko alam ehh
Hindi ko alam kung tama patong ginuguhit ko.
Hindi ko alam kung ipipilit ko pang itama ang mga maling linyang iginuhit ng mga kamay ko.
PEro minsan mahirap nang ipilit ang bagay na dina magbabago
Parang isang maling linyang binura mo pero makikita mo parin
Mahahalata mo parin
MAraramdaman mo parin
Ang mga pagkakamali.
Parang isang maling drawing na pilit **** binubura. Pero tangina wala akong pambura.
Siguro nga kailangan ko na din ng bagong papel
Siguro nga kailangan kona ding ihinto ang drawing na ito
Lianna Walters May 2015
“Eww who let her out of her cage?”
“She’s fatter in real life. LOL”
“That makeup makes her look like a clown.”
“Go die in a hole. Nobody wants you.”
“Go **** yourself already!”
“Wow hahaha you’re really stupid.”
“You’re 13? 13 hundred pounds, maybe.”
“Clutz.”
“Idiot:”
“You’re worthless. You’re not a good singer, a good dancer, or even good at math. All you do is read.”
“Jump off a bridge, do us all a favor.”
“*****.”
“Go to hell.”
“You must hate yourself.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“Look, she’s crying! Hahaha”
“You’re ugly as ****.”
“Who’s ever gonna want you?”
“Oh, you’re crying? P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C!”
“She attempted suicide….ehh, she deserved it.”
“You’re such a failure. You couldn’t even **** yourself right.”
And you wonder why I’m depressed
You wonder why I don’t eat
You wonder why I cut
*You wonder why I wanna die

— The End —