When  the African lion roar ferociously in the early morning
I have no other choice, but to tamed the beast
The Goddess within respond with a purr! Purr!
A little teases, a little smile, a little laughter,
Suddenly, the greatest natural gift—of ******* joy
  my secret desire fulfilled.

Good grief

You barely made it through the work day
Listening to the sound of the bed and chair alarms  
From the time you start the shift
Until you finish it. They just wouldn’t sit down

A chemical imbalance in their brains,
We kept getting a paycheck and
We kept on giving it to them. Those awful drugs,
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it don’t
They just wouldn’t sit down.

Mr. Steven Wallace,
I am going to end this hopefully with your blessing
When a brain that have been addled by boozes and drugs
fallen from the socket for a period of time

**Sit Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously their hearts is beating

Wallace Stevens

Although you sit in a room that is dark
Except for the outdoor patio light
And texts frantically
on your phone
Or biting your lower lip
Letting yourself bleed
Or gazed at the door
with the rusty hinges locks of love

Or with one finger you fumbled
With the bobby pins in your hair
with the wavy side up

What is all this?
Benjamin Rabbit and the stranger danger

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-room

Oh Jesus can you hear me now?
It have been so long since my last confession,
I am drowning in guilt, but fighting to
keep my head above the water

I can’t let them see me cry
Unless you have bad times, you can't appreciate the good times
One potato, two potatoes three potatoes four,
Give me the strength to walk out that door
The look in my eyes: this hate in my heart

All the things that drive me insane are the poetic words that kept me going
Turn my eyes away from worthless things; preserve my life according to your word.
Oh Jesus let not my heart be troubled

I heard the fear in her voice
I said to my husband,
Do you think she made the right choice?
He said to me

“Fear is not the enemy, she is her own worst enemy
That isn’t a great way to make money.
Her scream echoed in the still of the night

While the rats in the warehouse rustled, in every back alley
Making a dash for a safe haven,
She was trading ****** favors, and a bit of tally

The ones before her should’ve warned her about the nightlife
Because, survival is a positive state of mind, and
Blackbirds can only see the dark side of light at night:

But the pretty young girl, with the straight yakked weaves
What did she achieve?
The boots were made for walking,
the midnight stalkers would always stalk
But not for the girl with B1 straight yakked hair
wouldn't live to see another day.

Getting tired or out of breath while making love
But I never get out of breath while
Composing a free verse or
writing poetry in the form of a Villanelle styles
*** is like running a marathon:
So upgrade your *** game

The Caribbean Sea is well-known for its high winds and rough water
which causes the flying fish to glide at ease in rough marine waters
and hurricanes to emerge to the surfaces.

It is the same rough sea that became the burial ground for the  hundreds of fishermen who lost their life at sea.
Life is too rough for these struggling workers.
the same sea that Laden was buried, because no country would accept his remain
so the big fish had their daily feast
It is the same rough sea stories, many of us have talked about
Like during the journey on the sea the disciples were distressed by wind and on a rough sea,
Yet there is no winter in Caribbean, neither in  many parts of Brazil
but we do have our share of problem with  Achatinas tropical land snails
the sea is now a story about the strong wind and heavy sea
But it never stops us from spending time at the beach.