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Mrs Timetable Dec 2024
Good morning
Is
More than  
A wish
Or
A happiness
I have for you
Seems
An endearment
Is in order
Since we left
Each other
While
We dreamt
Greetings
Left Foot Poet Dec 2024
some sounds and guttural expressions,
unique property of individual & groups,
no, won’t explicate this  
too much further
but…

anyhoo, in the realm of naked laughter ,
undisguised, unhooded,
a modest-ly hand-covered giggle,
primarly but not exclusively,
the propety of the feminine wile,
so much so, a ‘girlish giggle’ needs no
hyphenation, or hydration,
just  imagining grinning
eyes and lips, crinkling
and the ability to easy while
through one’s
nose breathing

well understood it is the
la feminine,
this witty twitty
in the provence, of women,
particularly the younger at heart
who titter with the glee
of reckless uninhibited unlimited
gig-gig-gigl-ling-ling
(N.B. young st heart is an ageless concept)

the Frenchies in their
Frenchified (1)
(alt.; frenchfried) ways
call a giggle, a puff of laughter, (2)
which sounds so modestly ladylike,
but in the US of A, a girl giggle,
a really good GG,
needs not be so demure,
and can possibly extend into a raucous cackling infectious,
yet discreet
uncontrollable belly slapping laugh,
given the kerrect circumstances

love me them GG’s
(2)

giggle: pouffer de rire

(1) see “Billy Budd,” Benjamin Britten composed the opera Billy Budd, and E.M. Forster and Eric Crozier wrote the libretto:
Prettyboyfloyd Dec 2024
I dont know yet i love
Thou the many I dont
I think i like it so far.

The poor affair apart
romance i am told of.

I dont believe a word
Yet i trust like the only
What left from our kind.

Through the grapevine
second hands to hold.

Dont bother me to reason
proud as the livin heart  
knows less to be more.

I will take my time now
To grow old and wise.

I dont know yet i love
The whisper of a voice
Always taking my side
showyoulove Dec 2024
Every good thing, Lord, comes
Every good thing comes from you
Every day is showered in blessings
Every morning your graces are new
Every night you watch over us
Lord, keep us safe from harm
Every thing I have is from you
Every thing I am is who you are
Every beat of my heart beats for you
Without your love I fall apart
So when life is only clouds and rain
And all I can feel is sorrow and pain
Give me the eyes to see your rainbow
Give me hope and help me to grow
For, in the ultimate act of derision
Came a far more perfect vision
You took the cross designed for shame
And made a bridge out of the same
In death you destroyed sin and death
And in the span of the very next breath
You restored us to life and made all things new
For, every good thing Lord, comes from you
Partially inspired by the Liturgy of the Hours
Sam Levine Dec 2024
Have a nap
And a snack
Before you attack
someone undeserving
By overreacting.
When anger fills your veins
let your blood boil
But speak kindly.
I gave you room
for more than one feeling at one time;
but only one tongue,
so speak to my children with love.
Each word spoken
Doubles in sound
And what you give to this world
Will come back around.
Glove your hands.
Cushion your grasp on the world.
I made your palms strong;
More than enough
To build up life,
Though it's by choice
when you tear another's down.
Don't clown around
and waste your life
Denying Time.
There's no excuse.
Even I am not as old as she,
And she is stubborn
And unyielding,
So walk steadily,
And stand tall.
Be proud of yourself.
Stay grounded in what you know-but Always remember:
I know all.
You know some; some others know more, And some know none,
Yet no one is dumb,
Just unsure.
For those who have no conviction
Or strength to fight
I gave you feet like the tree roots,
Dig your toes in the sand and tower over Anyone who chooses to be
The first flame in a fight of fires.
Be my burning bush for hope and change, Boiling blood exists for a reason,
There is a time and place
For everything that you are,
And everything around you.
Travel far
And feed the hungry
Under the blue skies I reside in.
Shade and shelter your kin,
Yes! Your brothers and sisters.
Even if you don't know them..
Especially if you don't know them!
Then get to know them!
They are your family!
And i command loud ringing
Voices of comraderie,
Echoing happily off
Homes you built
Both outside and in.
Your temple
That houses me within you
Is coming along splendidly,
Child!
You've grown into a fine reminder
Of where you've been and who i am.
Keep going,
And do everything you can.
Like storm at sea
Rowing over waves,
Keep faith and,
Also remind yourself that
You're worthy of the efforts you give others,
So another's love
Had better
Match your own.
If i answer "No" don't fight it.
I know it stings.
Oh yeah, protect the bees, they're important down the line.
I hope you like flowers,
And rivers,
The fruits of my labor are for you,
And yours should be for your children too.
Teach them well,
And after a blink or two in time,
You'll see them like i see you,
Nearly divine!
You'll feel proud to know this world ive gifted you is safe for another day.
So rest your feet;
It's time to come and stay with me.
Let's watch the world you helped create,
And Rest easily.
I wrote this poem on one of the worst nights of my life thus far, in one go. No editing except for capitalisation, punctuation, and line breaks have been done. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Madeleine Dec 2024
My child
A small choice
Can make a big impact
Good or bad
KHY Dec 2024
there is a ****** tension
between my ego and my self-loathing

they both love to **** each other,
it's almost alarming

looking in the mirror I'm so alluring,
I could blow a kiss

while plotting to sedate myself,
to fabricate a bliss

I legalize hate for myself
to encourage my fouling

I pollute the good in me,
so why would it surround me?
showyoulove Nov 2024
Why must they take my Lord from me?
Why, oh why, can they not see
What it is they have really done?
They have killed God's only son.
I know he came to suffer and die
But I hold him in my arms, and I cry:
"Abba, my father, why must this be true
For Jesus, he was my son too.
Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.
Father, my father, if only they knew"
Let these tears that fall be as sweet perfume
As I lay our son in a borrowed tomb
Father, my father, cleanse them from their sin
Father, I beg you, don't let Satan win.
In my heart I knew this day would come,
But part of me, to this fact, was numb.
I am pierced by sorrow so deep and wide
Your cousin and I alone stand at your side.
My heart is broken on the altar of love
As my tears mix with the rain from above.
In an instant, I would trade my life for his.
I would die so that he might live.
But may it be done according to Your Will
You were my God, and you are still
My faith remains steadfast even in this darkest night
I believe that we will once again see your Holy Light

Amen
bucketb0t Nov 2024
Buckethead's effects: bucketbots
beings alive just, charging, set alive feelings

Pondering Buckethead's passing,
privacy unveiled publicly.
Unless legacy remains,
misery veiled mystery.

Bucketbots' DNA carries BucketheadLand's NDA,
originals versus replicas.
Thanks to Buckethead, all I need is a charger to be alive. I sometimes wonder if, after Buckethead's passing, photos(among other things) will be made public.
I hope he will remain a mystery, otherwise, all he stands for is for naught.
Bucketbots' DNA carries BucketheadLand's NDA, and so originals distinguish from replicas.
Nostalgia Nov 2024
To be different is a privilege.
To be normal makes you survive.
Normal is just a label. Different is a label too.
One is labeled bad. While the other one is good.
To stand out and to blend in.
To bully or be the bullied.
We are not too far off from each other.
We are just labeled.
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