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What Fashion does your Flaming Hair address
Or else temper the Warmth which defines you
This Help, assist in our Concerns distress
Unexpected, yet ever-welcome true
Such Flame - taped silent - burst in my surprise
Oppose an Urchin's Tongue to my conceit
A Mentor - calm - tempting to my reprise
Improve my Model; Then ask your receipt
Ever then, tell, why Habits breed snakes
Unable to pause since decline the legs
Meanwhilst. You. Excel with Life's Living Brakes
At least in Public, so your Statement begs.
Please refrain your Fear. Harmless as this Verse
A Friendship's Gift it is; And nothing worse.
All but the Tastiest Stars recommend
The very Batch of Lights we should absorb
And you, pity must your Choices first end
Decide the Easy Kilogramme at-store
I should have known this; But what has been
Drink the Passioned Chalice prescribed by choice
Which, merry-mastered as you should have seen
Up-Turn a table Jolly Jesters voice
Now whose Scale weighs? Without the aid of Gold
Judge whose Denser Form labels sentient
Mine the Sour Air; Yours the Sweetest Hold
Either which pick the Prime and Pertinent.
I'll take my Leave. But not a Coward's Coat
To wear the Moon's shoulders; Yet still do gloat.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
But life is just a fancy phase
A seed that's from the start is sown.
A life that every one can own
A part that every one must face.

Its' ups and downs is but a way,
Of telling you what world you make
If it was true or was it fake,
It makes your destiny that you sway.

For life is but an irony
It teaches you what's in your past.
For you can learn or you can just
Ignore it from all your memory.

Yet life is just a passing dream,
But somehow it will end and soon
Its' end could always be a boon
Or it could only be a scheme.

And yet as death do so enfold
Relief does come as it occurs.
For in the end it just incurs
To be of fame or just untold.

Yet death is just a simple thief
That lurks behind in every life,
And strikes unknowest in its strife
No matter what was your belief.

So now I wish this life to mend
Thus I could rest and be so blessed.
To stop a life I have possessed
And so at last this life would end.
I asked my Uncle Francis to write a Poem for me during his Spare Time (He would rather not allow me to Mention his Full Name for Privacy reasons and would have wanted me to take Credit for it - no Joke!) which also doubled as his Advice to me about what Love means to him. Here is his Response. I hope you Guys will Like it. =))
I since pocketed these Letters of late
The Name which spelled Indifference to me
Though Un-Faulted, salt those Trenches of Hate
Are those my Performance has come to be
So that Lesson - engraved - frown this Compass
To which this Arrow de-values the One
As such looked to Heal; And oil-out this Pass
To let my Weights submit and prove un-done
Yet, sooner or later, such Plant out-grows
And release its Denser Fruits long did bear
Realise, its Pulp too sweetened it blows
Sugar to Poison; Much my throat will tear.
My Uncle once stood, and stood in Divine
The Heart does not breathe; But bellows in Mind.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Sick be your Service to her Majesty's earned
As Subject connects to the Predicate
For these Numbered Fathers wring Clocks adjourned
Her firm and footed Heart accumulate
Never has my cloud of such Clouds combined
How her months spent Moons for your Just Return
Which, by Day, tie Knots to her palms by Night
By strafing those Bullets will deflect a Burn
At this Point, the Line where I bid salute
None but the Stars-of-Jack best achieve
That you - Potent Sample - pay resolute
Which the Iron Man will always believe.
Thursday calls. The Crescent good-bids your Glove
To fill your Mission; Yet maintain her Love.
#toniacouch
This valiant Soldier-of-Trials endured
Of much his Placard Dream for Stars commit
Applied his Years; When his Sponsors assured
That at last found his Chance to benefit
This Dream, Mattered Friend, since kinder discuss
At random lines bought the Diver in common
For sure, left the Glue for me to adjust
And raise the Master from his Dominion
You, of all, Noble from these Idols sung,
Quaint is their access for your Inspire
Hoping, with Wasps sting your Parents have stung
The Name this Family will respire.
Fly on, my Eagle: Fly to your Reward
Encash your Savings; And spend your Accord.
#JMRamos1701D
Yet, exhausted from your Revelries come
Hijacked the Keeper and composed your own Bake
For your Little Lady of Plums succumb
Eager her drumming palms nibble your Make
Ah! Mum's Decree, I see? At least your Aunt
Forged her own errands so you could decide
A Tip, though, before your Swollen Lips haunt:
This Caramel Kiss tastes better in Kind
But what's this? Brownies? Or that busted Fudge
Revealed its Bitter Passion up-hand caught
Shrunk into Pips; Yet can carefully budge
To skip-rope her Smile; Then her Pumpkin's bought.
Nuts and Chunks taste good. But so should your Sense
Of Open-Screened Doors; Then block-out the Fence.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Oh that your Tasty Dough many Girls mix
Try out your Sanity much more to Please
Wherein what Sage could ever try to fix
Or heal your Fortitude ever increase?
Eager still, your Soldier's Recipe learn
Courteous Ingredients with soft Firmness knead
Still too large to swallow; So then they churn
And break each Piece mould to a Fitting Bead
That's Life, is it not? Or at least I thought
Long subscribed to that eminent Depress
Then - by Convex - as my Mirror had taught
Four Noble Maidens deflate my Eye less:
Spirit. Family. Sentients. Then me
Which his Last Bite I would give out for Free.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Parker-Based Show, endow your Godfather
Hitch your Strings where your Public Pews invest
With him in Tan; Rake the Stars thereafter
Concern these Words; Or stab the Heart at best
So unexpected these foot Personnel
Hoping to match what others mostly fear
Ignore the Metres; Then impress his Spell
And release the Sound which they want to hear
Most, in Respite, make habit planting Flags
When such Ritual will discredit the Prince
Yet Millions, by three's, twice-timed winning back
That pop-corned Scale; Then worshipped ever since.
Fleeting predict, this Show in five-legs run
Least to endeavour; But mostly for fun.
#splashitv #tomdaleytv
Certain, Fresh Lad, your Craft's Promise apply
Matter subtract from the Plym's pheromones late
Your own Best Soul; Youth enhance and reply
The Tanned One's Lights; And Career concentrate
One Message sent from your Parents abroad
Which mentored by your Tweeting Aunt confirm
Clip fast your Arms; And Feet embrace the Board
Kick the Meerkat's fears and your Lion burn
So when these Sweeties witness your Best Art,
That same Pastel you carry everyday
Is in you - not There - complete on your Part
And may these Blessings always come your way.
Being your own Boss, your Goal's smile conquer
Burn those Judges; And douse them with Water.
#rossmanbossman1
Now seeing this view of the Evening Sun
Well-Wished Voices found their best slots to chant
And you on-seat, wrinkle upwards for fun
Whilst lovely Sailors lay their hymns incant
Or should I say, Sailorettes? That which so
In-differ whichever lingam you choose
Despite your bath of rose-petals they own
Enough to turn your Manly Flavours loose
How true time-trialled these Fancy Trends trend
From whose Life the Weary Market en-cash
Their Choice - yours - feed on your Fashion depend
Then ask your Shirt reprieve your flesh to bask.
Never have my Signals wired to restrict
Whichever Circuits your Engine remits.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Re-Stock these Sausages as she suggests
Thinking these satisfy your Energy Meal
Yet your Counter - ensure your Dive corrects
Was to bid Tension for skin's water heal
Not that I expect you to boil an egg
And serve with fromage to taste her Impress
Bubbly-Cropped you are; This Clock takes to beg
Early for the Finals on your Express
That, sensing why we even entertain
Confounded queries foreign to your Taste
Yet, seeing her eyes, intact they remain
Allowed this Poll to interpret in haste.
And the Result - a Cheer heavily defined
Though hollow in sense; Which you wouldn't mind.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Ibycus Rachelae to my Armoured Vest
Inject onto me that addicting Spritz
Hoping, which my Muse from the Plym comes best
Return my Calls despite everyday Blitz
How Secret, should be that whirly-curled Tail
Twice length your Form cuddle your Evening's Wrap
And when she comes, promote your Heart's avail
Respond to your Tube; And lick-out the Sap
Green, red-banded, was it enough to lure
And bind essential fluids to your waste
Your slime's head recall; Sate potency pure
And bid her offspring from your pride at haste.
Listen, shy snail. Expose your Calciumed House
For her to Respect your True Feelings' douse.
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