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He is my least favorite vegetable.
                                                   
                       No amount or level of preparation makes him taste better:
Boiling-
brings out his bulbous, insipid ego
the texture of his flamboyant ignorance.

when I timorously sip him in soups or broths,
his oozing insidious misogyny
contaminates my blissful dining, contorts any ingredients still pure.

I fry him, striving to remove the  
excess of impertinence which
permeates the oxygen I feebly inhale.
but he evades my maneuvers:
usurps bliss and violates all semblance of tranquility

I cannot prevail
against the throb of his assaulting narcissism

I must instead attempt
to comment
(arduously, fraudulently)
on the delicate iridescence of his silkily mucoused membranes
and admire deftly
his indefatigable ventures to pervade my
every.
serenity.
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Sub Rosa
And what is a first 'Hello'
But a bitter-sweet reflection of how
ruinous the final
'Goodbye' will be?
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Marian
Ecstasy
 Oct 2013 Ace Malarky
Marian
The sunset is boldly painted in the west,
The golden sun is soon going to rest,
All the world is painted gold;
And the sands on the shore are bathed in its colors so bold.
The sunset is reflected in the ocean,
The sapphire waves are crashing in motion,
The horse is rearing on the shore;
I've never seen such a pretty place before.
Beautiful clouds float lazily next to the fading sun,
A beautiful day is nearly done,
The rocky island cliffs are bathed in the sunset's glow;
Time goes by so fast, yet other times it seems so slow.
A lone palm tree stands on the shore,
I love the beauty here more and more,
The little fishes are swimming under the sea;
We are holding hands watching the sunset;
Just you and me.
This place is bathed in beauty's delight,
Soon it will be Night,
The day is dying peacefully;
And all that is left is but an Ecstasy.

*~Marian~
Probably not my best, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!!! (: ~~~<3
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"

"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."

C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."

"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."

"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."
Love isn't...
forever like they say
Love isn't...
something that never fades away

Love isn't...
all the lies and the deceit
Love isn't...
just what goes on between the sheets

Love isn't...
where you expect that it will be
Love isn't...
something new to you or me

Love isn't...
dependent on being rich or being poor
Love isn't...
something I remember anymore

Love isn't...
insecurity and doubt
Love isn't...
something I want to be without

Love isn't...
always happiness and laughter
Love isn't...
sadly, happy ever after.
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S T - 4 oct
sub: conceal'd nae more

fine-toddy to be
if but open-eye
to acknowledge

porte-sacrée closed
when re-writ word
claims garish-light

conceal'd nae more
fine-trust to share
man can see truth

(if they dare)
Tell me how people think
The crisp sound of leaves
Scattered around the trees
Crunching beneath feet
Sounds beautiful
And how the smell of death
Coming from the decay
Smells wonderful.

Autumn is the season of the dying.
I love fall I swear.
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