john-pierre - Hello Poetry

It lost it's meaning Their were drinking wine Their thoughts of confusion Of tarnished old turpentine So dizzy and queasy Their sick in bed Sooner not so late They'll all be dead It doesn't excuse them They sealed their fate They all be dead Sealing their own fate By, John P. Pierre Evanston, IL ©Saturday, August 01, 2015 on http://www.hellopoetry.com

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC

john-pierre

On Sinful Drive

It lost it's meaning Their were drinking wine Their thoughts of confusion Of tarnished old turpentine So dizzy and queasy Their sick in bed Sooner not so late They'll all be dead It doesn't excuse them They sealed their fate They all be dead Sealing their own fate By, John P. Pierre Evanston, IL ©Saturday, August 01, 2015 on http://www.hellopoetry.com

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I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song My woven whispers ****** ways and words Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong Be part of an inner circle and be heard Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred Together we will create and be strong There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song I have been sad and alone way too long Belonging together is most preferred Creating brings joy, won’t you come along? My woven whispers ****** ways and words Take a chance and your senses will be stirred Part of our circle, not lost in the throng We are more together, grace is conferred Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred May our venture be successful and long Be part of an inner circle and be heard I am the Poet krs July 21, 2015

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john-pierre

Jul 30, 2015

Jul 30, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC

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I am the Poet

I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song My woven whispers ****** ways and words Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong Be part of an inner circle and be heard Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred Together we will create and be strong There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song I have been sad and alone way too long Belonging together is most preferred Creating brings joy, won’t you come along? My woven whispers ****** ways and words Take a chance and your senses will be stirred Part of our circle, not lost in the throng We are more together, grace is conferred Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred May our venture be successful and long Be part of an inner circle and be heard I am the Poet krs July 21, 2015

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Getting her naked shaving ***** hairs Feeling her dripping Way down there Hearing her whisper An ******** sigh Watching her finger Go deep inside Watch heSociety's Blame I heard a girl crying Do you know her name They brought her in bleeding It's bringing down the rains I hear the neighbors crying The middle of the streets If she should pass away I beg don't take away sweet There must be a change From the criminals own mind We'd rather see them die Then losing an innocence own time. By, John P. Pierre Evanston IL ©Monday, July 27, 2015 N

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC

john-pierre

****** Touch

Getting her naked shaving ***** hairs Feeling her dripping Way down there Hearing her whisper An ******** sigh Watching her finger Go deep inside Watch heSociety's Blame I heard a girl crying Do you know her name They brought her in bleeding It's bringing down the rains I hear the neighbors crying The middle of the streets If she should pass away I beg don't take away sweet There must be a change From the criminals own mind We'd rather see them die Then losing an innocence own time. By, John P. Pierre Evanston IL ©Monday, July 27, 2015 N

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