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 Jun 2018 Priceless
She Writes
I want to know every part of you

From your head to your toes
From the mole by your nose
To the smell in your clothes

From your hopes to your dreams
To the way your eye gleams
When you reminisce about past schemes

From your heart to your soul
From what makes you whole
To what makes you lose control

I want to know every part of you
 Jun 2018 Priceless
kyss
forever
 Jun 2018 Priceless
kyss
you have given me forever
a gift I could give back
but somehow I don't think
you'd take it

this little forever
I carry with me
everywhere I go

the forever brought
to the surface
by little things
that remind me of you

a distant melody
a reminiscent memory
another and another

until I realize
you are everywhere
wherever I go in this world
you will always be near

I will always have something
to remind me of you
for I carry this forever
inside of me
a gentle reminder
of the truest love
I have ever known
to exist
 Jun 2018 Priceless
Jeff Gaines
"Hello, and good day; yes I'm ready to order.
I'd like a Big Mac ...
Oh, I want it on a tray
and not in a sack."

"I want a large fry, freshly dropped
with very light salt.
I'll also have a Chocolate Milkshake,
though I'd really prefer a Malt."

"OF COURSE, I want it super-sized,
are you trying to joke?
Waddia mean $8.50?
Well, now I've gone broke!"

He steps from the counter
and goes to sit down.
The food smells great ...
yet still, he frowns.

"I'll need a second job
if I wish to keep eating here.
I can't binge on these gut-bombs
and still have my beer."

"I wonder if there's an employee discount ...
as I've got the lingo down pat:
I have a Filet-O-Fish and a Coke on your order ...
Would you like some fries with that?"

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If you don't know Temperal Fugue, go here:

https://hellopoetry.com/TF/

If he hasn't hit your page with a comment ... stand by ... He will.
He isn't only a prolific writer (916 Poems at the time of this writing) ... he is also a prolific reviewer/reader of the poetry found here.

When I first encountered him, he had reviewed one of my works with a poem of his own. I arrogantly passed judgement that it was rude to "dump" your own lyric in a review as though it were a comparison to mine ... I didn't get it ... or him.

Then I began to see him doing this in most ALL his reviews and again, I thought it was pompous and rude ... AGAIN, I didn't get it ... or him.
I also began to laugh at how he always spoke in rhymes. I even had a laugh, while picturing a guy that ONLY spoke in rhymes ... ordering Mickey D's.

THAT was the inspiration for this funny ditty.

Then, as I read yet another of his reviews in rhyme form, I began to realize that's just his was of doing it. Just as David Letterman made "politically Incorrect" humor and sarcasm his own, Temporal Fugue had made rhyming reviews his own. This led me to his page and I was really touched, moved and impressed with his concepts and ideas as well as the way he uses rhyming whimsy just like me.

And NOW I get it.

AND HIM.

BUT ...

I STILL couldn't stop picturing him going to McDonald's ...
And so this poem came to life. I hope when he (and you) read this, that he realizes that I did it in respect of him ... TOTAL respect. You have to admit, the idea, and the scene, is kinda funny. Can't you just picture the person behind the counter trying to play off the rhyming customer and act like everything is normal?

We here at HP should have a "Temporal Fugue Day" where we ALL go to McDonald's around the world and order in RHYME!

>>PLEASE<< go here! It is UNDERWAY!:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2548698/hello-poetry-worldwide-flash-mob-declaration/

TELL EVERYONE!

Good times.

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 Jun 2018 Priceless
Débijonne
Love
 Jun 2018 Priceless
Débijonne
no one realises
how powerful it is
until he or she
feels,
experiences,
or loses it.

it can either
make or break you,
that’s what love does.
strengthen
or shatter
one’s own heart.

but there are
indeed times like this,
where love could turn
one
into
a writer.
 
there are others,
many others out there:
they tend to turn
passion
into
prose.
   
there are others,
many others like me:
they tend to turn
pain
into
poetry.
 Jan 2018 Priceless
Fumbletongue
I used to have
an hourglass
figure
but the
sands of
time have shifted
 Jan 2018 Priceless
Fumbletongue
I am an ****** of light
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