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it is said that chris whitty looks serious always

so on checking find

this:-

uk government chief scientific adviser

sounds pretty serious that
as does covid

not much cause for tap dancing and merriment

there

it is said there are worries over the children’s vaccine for the disease is a viral virus

yet they agreed  the mmr injection

for the measles virus
the mumps virus
rubella virus

while

poliomyelitis is viral and difficult to spell

then diphtheria is a bacteria and rhymes

well

serious
Marian  Dec 2012
Ode To Daisy
Marian Dec 2012
Daisy, Daisy of pretty white,
You're beautiful in my sight.

Thy stem of green and eyes so pretty,
You seem to me very jolly and whitty.

Daisy, Daisy of pretty white,
You're so beautifully perfect in my sight!

**~Marian~
Marian  May 2013
Dark House
Marian May 2013
Part II

Glass from the broken windows lies upon the floor
From somewhere there's the sound of a creaking door
Cracked wallpaper covered in dust
Silver trays that once held perfume now has turned to rust

Dusty books with yellowed pages
Have been sitting on those shelves for ages
Never to be read again
In the oil lamp's glow so cheerful and dim

Cracked paintings in dusty frames
Nothing here will ever be the same
Strange bygone memories fill the air
And all I can do is stare

And think back to when this house was pretty
And everything was charming and whitty
And of when somebody played the piano
And who used to fill the vase with flowers from the meadow


~Marian~
Wanderer May 2012
We are our addictions
If not we wouldn't be willing to
Bleed so quick
On an endless search to find like minded companies
When we are successful we dig in
Casting out whitty barb edged hooks
Exotic, ****** verse to shock and ensnare
I can feel yours just as easily as I feel myself sinking into you
Our chaotic experience of the waking world
Leaked out on paper, line after scathing line
Consume. Saturate. Devour. Paralyze.
We soak up the mysteries.
The miseries.
And everything in between
Sharing and tearing
Scaring and airing
Naked. Open. Bare.
Our soul fire burns up quick and bright like coal
The smoke often just as *****
Eclipsing preconceived notions
You know nothing of our dark pleasures
Aching secrets that have us wandering into the night
In search of something.
Thousands of words but never enough
Always searching for something
Our indulgences outweigh your pride
We will air your laundry too, uncaring
Just enough to shame and cower
Our only vulnerability is our inability to succeed from our talents
For it is only in death that we find **immortality
Alice  May 2014
Relevant or not
Alice May 2014
Irrelevant
Are the names
Are the ages
Is the time
Is the year.

Unessesary
To keep track
Each pulsing minute
Is it's own
Why do we insist upon
Owning it?

We people
Why not content?
With our noses
With our thighs

Why must everything
Change?
When isn't change
What we fear most?

Set upon change for our bodies
Determined to withhold
Our futures.

The whitty twists
Of reality.
People really should be more appreciative of themselves and learn to accept what will be.
Kelcee All May 2018
Heart beats strong
Soo much love
Soo much pain
Soul conflicted
Compromised position

Love and happiness
lines secure
Through the clouds
A smile appears

Times of weakness
Head struggles South
Battlefield forming
Overcome
Maintain order

Let it all go...
Heart and soul take over...

Heart is given
To those loved
Experiences
Memories
Laughter
Fun

A perfect arrangement
Of musical notes
Two versions created
Silent sounds of RED...

Feel the sun
Shine on your face
Beautiful sight
Only for a moment
Devastatingly bright

Raindrops fall
Roll down your face
uniquely drawn path
Creating there own space

Painted hearts
Shades of Red
Combined souls
Shadows of Gold

Red and Gold
Heart and Soul
Be patient and kind
Leave judgment behind

Unique
Intelligent
strong
confident
Talented
Loving
Kind
Protective
Giving
Fun
Whitty

You two are one
Created by two
A gift to the world
Your brother and you...
... Kelcee All
Delton Peele Jun 2021
Frozen in motion
.....Doing .....
?
The same
Stupid
Thing
I
Typically
Do
Back to back
Olympic Gold medalist
Believe me.
Im
Good at this.
King
👑
Of the
Stupid crown wearing stupids wear in
I not only wear mine stupidly
I take the crown .
I wear mine the stupidly-ist
!
Metaphors
Or
Putting
Axioms
Into
Parables
To enable
Other cultures to glean
For

I think
......

Weeeell
....I guess
Really ..
I think ,
I think
Too much .
And no that wasn't a stutter or typo.
Here I go again ...
Ready?
I think
What I'm trying to do.
Is talk or,
Ok.
Type my way through
Pain
Emotionally speaking.
Using cryptic
Nursery rhyme
Type,
punny
Little one
Line
Play on word
Umm..
Sayings ....?
IDK
(Axioms I suppose if you will .
Not in prose
No!
Yes I do wish it were so
And although
I'd like to think so
Uhhm yah!
Uhhh
No.
Im no pro
And yet I digress
And usually
I hide in poetry
I guess to escape
Coming to grips with this .....
Or these .
Whatever this and these are . ..
Hang ups or addictions
By products of being I'll equipped
With the appropriate tools to handle unprecedented situations
And swept under the big **** carpet with self medicating
And of course self appointed
Authority
To write my own prescriptions
HEY
I DONT JUST HAVE ISSUES
I GOT
SUBSCRIPTIONS.
it s like the other day I was reading psychology today .
( I don't want to talk about it)
(No seriously.)
Ya actually it was yesterday
And the article read
" NO MATTER WHAT !
WHAT EVER YOU DO DONT PUT THIS OFF ONE MORE DAY .!
READ IT NOW!
I started to read it and fell asleep
.... So I wake up ..and it's today ..so is it still today or because I technically fell asleep ye...s..t..erday
Should I ...
Uhm?
.. .ehhh
Let's save that for another day
K

Back to the .
Show

I sometimes  
Find myself whitty
Others may find
Themselves
Offended
With in the way I can get explicit
I like the raw side ?
true to life
Gritty
Gripped in
Pretty
Euphemisms
I think I would rather feel
That instant pain of a slap
Followed by tears and a passionate
Kiss
Than the soul ******* ache
Leaching life
Away living
Day to day
With the one

The one....


Gulp

My once
....one.

And only

Soul mate.  
Who pretended
....Ill
Never no why
Said she....
Lov ...e.
...d
..........M....
....
Nnnnnn
No secretly she hated me .
Awe geeze
Where the
H
E
Double hockey sticks
Wuz I goin with this.
Maverick
Of the spastics ..
I'm like wh
Oh yah.
Heh
..
Pardon me
Yadda yadda
I'm witty
Pretty
Words
Let's see
Oh ok
So I can be explicit and gritty
......
Some say hey it's unexpected
Eclectics call it eccentric
Others read only the top layer and say woe that's too close to reality
Still lie
Say dude!
Thats ******* cool yo!
Oh they don't even know.
Then there is the few
The ones
The only ones
Persuading gravity
The truest ones that's mean
The
Most .. .
.  ... .
Wait for it
The may like yeah.
Or they may
Nay say it.
They may even say its ****** stupid and ******...
Ok
Food for thought. .
(
More like cry myself to sleep)
What I'm tryin to say is
" Like it or not .
Some people say they love ya and take a bullet for you ...
These ones who never correct you .
Really stuck a knife in you're back with a paper attached saying
I'm stupid but dont tell me.
So The ones you need to cherish
I guess are the beautiful ones that tell you.
Rieeeet?
Right!
Wait.
did I say that right? I mean yah I write,
And yah right handed.
And I know I'm right
I just don't  
Know if I'm wrighting it
Right
Morning Star Feb 2022
First time I saw her Selling Roses in the Street her hair golden tied in twisted braids of blue and yellow.
Her smile hiding tired turns
Her voice hid unspoken words
She gave the flowers to the people ask
Wondered where to who the Roses pass
Said hello but noone knew her name
The girl who sold the Roses in the rain
Hiding tears and sorrow in her heart she was whitty careful smart
Finished for the day the empty starts
To a dark and empty place she darts
Where pain and  hurt that noone saw
Still tomorrow up to walj again
smiles and sells her Roses all the same.
Smiles and says hello to some what else
Waiting for the day that someone knows her name
Hope they will see her through the rain
Hoping to be held and safe return
Before the hooky thorns slice through the vein
And empty crimson waters flow the nightmares end
One day she was there
And then was slain
Then new girl upon the stall
No question asked no call
But walk through the street to town again
Sometimes a runs through chills in me
See her ghost selling roses in the rain
Noone thought to ask her
Where she came
9nly shadows call her name

— The End —