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Ken Pepiton Aug 2019
Opposition research, programing overcomers of
Self-Generated Adversarial Nets

who opposes imeyou I me You we
threads
twining entanglements

trippy y syn edoche cliche okie-dohkie

eh okeh, we flow, make me feel

youngagain moragain bis morgen jetst

in
finite form we have Gausian blurs
per ceiva -wait, Hay -

ible- I baled on spel-chick she got al

faithful to the meme team,
Them Me.
They

can't keep a secret, any more
or less
well

as secret keepingers go, both ways

truth, pa-tien, wait, watch, see

free-be, from your fiture.

---
Art. Call this that, say

This is that,
which to poets of old claimed ours

by right of use known
gk kg (y'know how t' vocalize those sounds, in y'mind?)
now n gnost
tic thirty three
degrees of separation twixt
this and that

be
comes being
we seeing we re
arrange perceptions from deceptions
during less patient proper
ity-ifity
property, something to lean on,
itified for support, not to own,

they rod, the me-asurer and
they staff, i lean on for ward

setting the vector of now from now on

easy as that,
lean good, in any way, next

is never as predicted.
This is that.

This is how words live in readers of this book of
This life. and that,

more abundant.
A message to the world from some thoughts I caugt tempting me to dare say this is that aloud. If gay and may are mine to use, as I wish with no nevermind to otherwise. My side did win. I helped, that feels amazing, un-mazing in the local mind.
Johannah Jeanty Jul 2019
Mouths, we speak
As tongues we taste
To die is loss
To live's a waste.
Detestable,
The sands of time
The tools we shape
Make us sublime
shamamama Jun 2019
sublime
luminous
strum
showering
poppies and poodles
puppies and puddles
seeping
surreptiously,
stepping
starlight
into my soul
strung these pearls together into a poem song....
Mystic Ink Plus May 2019
Let the ink spill
Reflecting the true virtue
Of yours
In such a way

Every reading mind
Try their best, to create
Their own version
Of you

That is what
You are

Thank You
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: The untold story
Nolan Willett Apr 2019
No, you have not been published
And the unlucky majority have never heard your words
Your insight and your passion
Your love and your reactions
Your hard-crafted similes and metaphors
Will not be born on any sepulcher
But you cannot be distraught
Your creative genius was hard-fought
And your words are still sublime
And will stand the test of time
We may not be like Coleridge or Keats
Like Eliot or Yeats
We might not be the jewels in the crown
Maybe not meant for renown
But you still have undeniably
Made your contribution to the shrine of poetry
Your perceptions are astute
And your warped feelings acute
Besides, these people of genius were never
Recognized in their own time, ever
So let’s try not to despair
And let our words echo from nowhere.
Nolan Willett Apr 2019
By spring’s birth I will disappear,
Till then and only then I’ll last,
Amidst thriving plants and trees and fears
Oh, what an ironic contrast.

It would scream “He is an artist!
And we should have loved him for it!”
And I would remain untarnished
When I life’s pains and joys outwit.

Truly, it is miraculous,
The content and sublimity
Reached choosing to be impious,
Resolved to anonymity.

The wind ceases, the snow subsides,
The sun shows its duplicitous face.
Time has come, now nature provides
Artistic end to this snide race.
I am your Mother God,
ponds of breeding sensuality,
love divine sent from beyond the bleeding God,
time caught the charm of the infinite,
a bright kiss in sublime miracles,
your life on Earth I came to flourish,
come near let me reveal the wealth of the Universe.
My next book will be out soon.
Get my first book 'The Allure Of Time' from amazon.
Anthony Mayfield Jan 2019
Well, I think you could my red wine.
My sweet decadence.
Or maybe you could be my sunshine,
My moonlight.
You could be my celestial dream.
In my heard is such precedence,
Such a hope sublime.
I hope that you could be my red wine.
In time,
My sweet decadence.
You could be my red wine
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2018
Peace be upon you
Peace be upon you.
The moment you were born
were summoned to the earth
far from heaven.
Far no more, no more
heaven became
closest to the souls!

Peace be upon you
Peace be upon you.
The moment did you dip
your toe in this mortal soil.
Mortal no more, no more
it becomes sublimely
the most beautiful of all!

Peace be upon you
Peace be upon you.
The moment you breathed life
your perfume stirred the water
the meaning of life is obscured
no more, no more
it’s all clear as the full moon!
Michael Hart, the author of the book "The 100 Most Influential People", it took him 28 years to complete it. He ranked Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) No 1 on the list.

While he was giving a lecture in London, he was booed and interrupted.
People were complaining as to why he ranked Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) as No 1?

He said:
"The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) stood in the middle of Makkah in the year 611 and said to the people: 'I am the Prophet of Allah'.
Four people believed in him; his BEST FRIEND, his WIFE and two KIDS!
Now, even after 1400 years, the number of Muslims has gone over 1.5 billion and still expanding.
He could not have been a liar, because a lie will not last 1400 years! nor could you fool 1.5 billion people!
Another thing to ponder is that even after all this time, millions of Muslims will not hesitate to sacrifice their lives over one word that would hurt their Prophet".

"Is there even one Christian willing to do that for Jesus?"

After that, there was DEAD SILENCE in the whole auditorium!
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2018
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Treasure in forest,
Water dropping crystal beads—
Dew on wild orchids
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