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Valsa George Jul 2016
Recall all the sweet moments in life
Those that you want to re-live again
Sure there are a million of them
Joyous and sweet, exciting and engaging

Let us freeze those moments in time
Too precious to go off our heart
They make life worth living
And give each fresh day a kick start

In our mad rush for power and pelf
Many such moments skip by unnoticed
Moments of great beauty and grace
And wonders that still lie undisclosed

Have you forgotten to laugh over a prank?
Have you stopped watching a lovely scene?
Have you evaded a gregarious company?
Have you failed to enjoy a savory cuisine?

Break free of the ropes that bind
Let loose the spirit within
Shed out your dry reticence n’ reserve
Let your geniality, many hearts win

Crack a joke, laugh out loud
Wear a smile, walk an extra mile
Chill out, lose in the beauty of the dusk
Praise someone without any guile

No matter you are seventy or seventeen
Still spry enough to have frolic and fun
Youthful enough to cherish hopes and dreams
For life affably beckons and is not done!
Try out this recipe and sure you'll find the difference!
dear immoral,
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seed of
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                              la
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enticingly, affably, salt
compassionate psychic stimulates
  the pigheaded exclamation
compassionate osculation stands
glove
                  gives callously
  equally, nonetheless, equally
quarrelsome loving glove
a persnickety longshoreman
  each persnickety biochemistry
is the
  longshoreman cancerous?
A ambiguous certification
a stupid symphony
leads a wizardry
a road worker.
                    No content,
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                      us
            t web,
                                  you
    r bright face
is suffered with an imagery.
Bridge operator:
                agile
                    computation
 ­         today, randomly ordinarily
ah! A
                    trembling
    je
      we
                l­er
confidant loves increasingly
  languidly, sociably, spontaneously
Look! A poor *******
perpetual on my
          quick
                              bible;
  my psychotherapy roves
into a
            bleeding seashore.
Oxygen
  tickles beautifully
boisterous, antisocial, odorous
Look! A quivering predisposition
the
          psychoanalysis's
  preferably quick
      psych
    otherapy-
how
        ebbing it is!
It has the the depression snowed ordinarily.
It repels the grin into the seashore
a
        punishing scream.
Cataclysm predicts perfectly
              stupidly sensually noncommittal
unchanging rambling cataclysm
in t
      he

                        unharnessing camaraderie
a perfect board
          overshadows
  his youth

  so
                                  that it is contemporary
grin
            quick psychotherapies
I repel quick
this punishing kennel.
The chore
into appreciated camaraderies
psychotherapies rove in it.
A ink stick:
  into appreciated ca
                mar
          aderies
psychotherapies rove in
            my own gossip.
Dogmatic, unrealistic cliff
  grip
              of firefly
realistically, subtly, cliff
Situationist
              on my quick bible;
  my paralysis roves
onto a crazy seashore.
Situationist on a
            journey;
  my
            paralysis ambles
onto a
      crazy hotel.

A equality
  onto procreation kings
paralys
          is
        amble outside of the kings.

Buzzard: omnipotent nullification
  extraordinarily, perfectly, saintly
that buzzard is ambitious
This poem was written by a computer.
Jackson Feb 2014
from this morning

We're at a party, sitting crowded
at the edge of someone's bed
watching a TV.
We sit as usual: arms casually, warmly brushing,
until the first thing ends.
You flip for something else until
you find a *Seinfeld

featuring Bugs Bunny and company.
Live action Jewish hair mixes with
cartoon-flat bunny fluff tails
like a blue-toned cousin of
Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
You stop the search, sensing
correctly that this is also my choice.
We stand and you press close
behind me, peering over my shoulder.
I should be surprised but am only elated.
You breathe purposely
on the back of my neck.
It's the goose-bump breath of a heater
on bare wet skin after a winter bath.
Like a well-timed puff on a
nest of reedy tinder,
the freshly struck fleeting flint
grows at the center.
The expedition is saved for one more night!
A sparkler sends
the hottest shower down,
Warm glowing Goldschläger flakes
cascade in whorls,
the turbulence encountering no resistance
save for the tightness of my capillaries
burning pleasantly at skin's end.
I look around at our friends and
recognize distantly that this is becoming
too obvious.
You hook your arm around my waist
and Gabriel gives us an affably
shocked smile that seems to
ask a question.
But the admonition comes through a
wall of drowsy fascination,
too muffled to take effect.
I feel myself smile bashfully
as if to say *Hey, whadamituhdo?
February 11, 2014
Lucas May 2017
Ya gave this old cynic hope
real. authentic hope that
courses through your veins
patiently pulsing a potent potion of purpose
perplexing passers-by repeatedly

'cause the heart finally matched my mask
my smirk splitting stygian skies so starlessness simply seemed inconsequential
'cause there was a light a the end of the tunnel
roaming blackness became romantic ambience
inside darkness finally reaching a shred of light, deafening death's call
budding blossoms began bringing ambition back to the barren soul in me

And then you took it all away.

As quickly as it came, you were gone.
and I pretended to be strong,
to not care, and to understand
because it happens; sometimes you just lose feelings for someone

And yet, I can't justify the radio-silence
the horror movie-esqe once there, once gone of your voice
telling me we were fine, and that I was fine
a single hand bringing boatloads of bootlegged peace
yet it was all just hormonal infatuated affection
affecting affably and offering alliance when I needed it most

So no thanks for the stab in the back
I'm doing fine, thanks for pretending to care
(as the boiling bathtub of blood blemishes floorboards below)
Walter Daniel Oct 2020
tidings foreign and sails approachable, applicative
potentials are more erasable than realisable, ethical isolation
ennobled, heretically traumatised, an affirmation
of most vindictive anger and rage, indicative
of quietly replaced sensations equal to vengeance, prases explicative
in delivery, solely true and eminently imminent imagination
insignificant, reign and destruction, entrammelled selves' emanation
results in parateresiomania, a fatally communicative
process of natal convictions, extreme and flawless, communions
are impressed with prisoners' relevance, what affably
considered, what dogmatically initiated, means
represented disfigure unanswered replies, a perfect union's
lost goodness, damaged facades laughably
gorgeous, curious and serious, a community's machines
From "Aestas, or Walter Daniel's Very Difficult Poems for Readers"
http://aestas.sakura.ne.jp/
slow burn Sep 2020
As calm as a passing rainstorm,
As clear as a crystal glass in an empty dining hall,
It cuts through the monotony and drudgery of all struggles,
And echoes softly along close chambers,
Circling around pleasantly until memories begin to fade,
Should I be lucky enough to hear it again?

Affably awkward and as lovely as the starry sky,
Laughter dances along endless gentle hills leaving streaks of light,
Such that it seems almost choreographed,
Graceful in its own chaotic splendor.

So delightful it's almost spiteful in a cheery unique way,
It continues to resonate,
And never hesitates,
To enthrall me each day,
It's a mystery to me how that what can seem to be sarcasm,
Is actually a clever mask guarding sincerity,
Either way it's fair to say it's great,
And that you've got me hooked, okay? cool.
Sing me a song in sleep that I'll always hear so that when I dream I know you'll be near.
Greg Obrecht Apr 2021
Friends until the end they say
But they twist and bend
That word
Like blazing hot iron
Until they can defend
Looking to the sky and whistling
When you shuffle by you still miss them
I muzzle myself without raising a question.
Do that enough times you’ll go crazy
But here in fantasy land y’all still praise me
I’ll say this as affably as I can convey
Stay the **** away from me
Before
I start lobbing grenades your way
I’m done articulating
Or trying to persuade anyone
To be my friend
Until the end

— The End —