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yasmin 1d
Everything you hate in others
lives deep down
inside of you.

Find him.
Find yourself.
I never got the chance
To say thank you
Or meet you before
You passed

Yet so strong is the bond
I feel to you
A list could never
Capture all

The ways you touch me now
I saw ads when
I was a younger
Those long legs

A dripping wet actress
Bites into you
With blue ecstatic
Eyes saying

They've never had better
Than you before
How could I not fall
To your spell

But we both grew older
And I still do...
We learned that magic
Can be bad

Not all incantations
Are worth making
Many do more harm
Than do good

And now from the grave you
Watch your baby
Change, adapt, thrive with
In new light

Beyond Famous Star is
A good burger
But it is also
So much more
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mom
I never got the chance
To say thank you
Or meet you before
You passed

Yet so strong is the bond
I feel to you
A list could never
Capture all

The ways you touch me now
I saw ads when
I was a younger
Those long legs

A dripping wet actress
Bites into you
With blue ecstatic
Eyes saying

They've never had better
Than you before
How could I not fall
To your spell

But we both grew older
And I still do...
We learned that magic
Can be bad

Not all incantations
Are worth making
Many do more harm
Than do good

And now from the grave you
Watch your baby
Change, adapt, thrive with
In new light

Beyond Famous Star is
A good burger
But it is also
So much more
Carl's Jr.
....
Company CEO Andrew Puzder defended the Paris Hilton ad campaign in Entrepreneur magazine, saying, "I like our ads. I like beautiful women eating burgers in bikinis. I think it's very American."
...
In the years before his death in 2008, Carl Karcher objected to the sexualized nature of the company's advertising, and was reported "just heartbroken" that a company he founded on Christian principles has taken such an an amoral act.
....
Thanks Wikipedia
Smoke Scribe Sep 2017
Dear Mr. Carl Sandburg,

Once, you wrote:

"The lucid and endless wrinkles"
Draw in, lapse and withdraw.
Wavelets crumble and white spent bubbles
Wash on the floor of the beach."


Having observed often. the exact phenomenon you reference
in the words above, the undulating action upon a sand white beach, patient waiting the greetings of the all-day wavelets, which reminded you which reminded me of the lucid and endless wrinkles sea worn upon our faces, it is my happy duty incumbent to inform your spirit, that we have yet in this the 21st century, to invent, a machine that does it better than you man, hu-man, connecting our aged faces to the timeless stroking of the Earth by the water that sustains life.

Yours truly,

Mr. Smoke Scribe
S Fletcher Nov 2016
With the Voyager’s wind at our back,
hear me say: HALLELUJAH!
It’s right here—all the love that ever was—
on a pale blue dot, suspended in a sunbeam.
(Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya.)
Here. Home. The true and only one.
Half a pixel in a wash of darkened gray.
Dark like the soil of land weeping life.
Dark like grief. Dark like the space between
fires on a cold and a broken night.
Hear me say: HALLELUJAH!
You have soil under your nails, and
a fire in your soul. Carry it steadfast,
and with caution. Honor its burn.
Bow not to a darkness that merely seems strong.
You are stronger. You, plus me. And yours.
And mine. And theirs. And theirs.
(I used to live alone before I knew ya.)
Like fruits and the trees, we cry when clawed.
Our awe. Our agony. Our awakening.
Hear us say: HALLELUJAH!
Alienpoet Sep 2016
I buried my shadow in a concrete grave
He came back to haunt me
I could not deal with the dark of night
But all of my light hid in the gloom
so my shadow re-entered the room
All the things I buried with him began to show
The blackest of times
So with him I entered a truce
That I would acknowledge him
But I said to him I'd never let him wholly loose...
Bryan Amerila Jun 2016
As the moth flexes its wings,
the flower blooms,
the ants pause,
innocence,
born.

Born
in June,
the rain sings
for birds on our roof,
Laughter jumps from wall to wall.
for Carl, my nephew, on his 1st birthday
Sizable stocky lenses
Wild wavy intense hair
Worn blue apparel

A booth set for one
For him alone

Drink the campaign
Eat the pumpkin cheesecake

A wordless celebration
Interrupted by a quiet smile

Take in the loud sound
From all but you around

Breath in
and out

Before she comes back
Quietly pay in cash

Leave them all with nothing
Nothing but a glimpse
A glimpse of your name
To the stranger sitting alone
Firefly Oct 2014
The double moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking these home in a basket, hung on an elbow, such a teeny weeny elbow, in my head.
I saw them last night, a cradle moon, two horns of a moon, such an early hopeful moon, such a child’s moon for all young hearts to make a picture of.
The river—I remember this like a picture—the river was the upper twist of a written question mark.
I know now it takes many many years to write a river, a twist of water asking a question.
And white stars moved when the moon moved, and one red star kept burning, and the Big Dipper was almost overhead.
Ben Ditmars Jul 2014
In Memory of Carl Sagan

his pale blue
sense of wonder
suspended
in a sunbeam

taught beauty in
the faint sensation
of our atoms
put together.

a legacy of
dust and stars
billions upon billions
of stars

I saw the sky and
endless possibility
stretch over me like
broken shackles
form the past

and we remain the
momentary masters
of a fraction
of a dot.

© Ben Ditmars 2014
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