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*she just shakes her head she meets me on the street-corner, me from work, she from dance, in the grayling dusk of a thank god it’s a freedom Friday night, I greet her with words semi-adventurous - “come with me, few errands to run, keep me in good company” to the candy store we go for to purchase my weekend eve lottery tickets and blow-pop lollipops, just in case some kids appear, a surprise omen as they come trick-or-treating just before Thanksgiving the Bangladeshi candyman calls out a long prayer in his native Bangla she asks “what’s that he’s saying?” “Oh, just wishing us a pleasant Sabbath and may his gods smile upon our good lottery fortune” she just shakes her head, from side to side emerging from the store, walking home in the now doubly ***** darkly dusk, a set of white teeth from a passing shadow-man says to me “you’re home late and have a great weekend,” she asks, “who is that?” “why,” I reply, “that is our very own personal postal carrier’ she says: “he delivers mail to ten thousand people all in buildings tall, yet knows your name, your face, where you buy your lottery tickets, your coming and going hours, how came that to be” but waits not for an answer she just shakes her head, from side to side I show her my secret entrance to our apartment house, the fast route to collect our mail, dry cleaning in one fell swoop a secret door, secret elevator taking us directly to our apartment a secret elevator which is under the direction of Bimal from Nepal, who I greet in Nepalese, (my tutor) I, asking after Brian and Bryce, his 100% American boys now she says nothing, but before our door, as I go key digging, she just shakes her head, from side to side later she says: “let’s order in, apprise me of  your expertise, some exotic fare from Manhattans First Avenue, known for its aphrodisiacal powers afterwards, you must tell me each dishes name, in its tongue’s nativity, but much, much later,” and as she speaks, grinning, she sticks out her tongue, while she just shakes her head, but this time, up and down
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
she just shakes her head
*she just shakes her head she meets me on the street-corner, me from work, she from dance, in the grayling dusk of a thank god it’s a freedom Friday night, I greet her with words semi-adventurous - “come with me, few errands to run, keep me in good company” to the candy store we go for to purchase my weekend eve lottery tickets and blow-pop lollipops, just in case some kids appear, a surprise omen as they come trick-or-treating just before Thanksgiving the Bangladeshi candyman calls out a long prayer in his native Bangla she asks “what’s that he’s saying?” “Oh, just wishing us a pleasant Sabbath and may his gods smile upon our good lottery fortune” she just shakes her head, from side to side emerging from the store, walking home in the now doubly ***** darkly dusk, a set of white teeth from a passing shadow-man says to me “you’re home late and have a great weekend,” she asks, “who is that?” “why,” I reply, “that is our very own personal postal carrier’ she says: “he delivers mail to ten thousand people all in buildings tall, yet knows your name, your face, where you buy your lottery tickets, your coming and going hours, how came that to be” but waits not for an answer she just shakes her head, from side to side I show her my secret entrance to our apartment house, the fast route to collect our mail, dry cleaning in one fell swoop a secret door, secret elevator taking us directly to our apartment a secret elevator which is under the direction of Bimal from Nepal, who I greet in Nepalese, (my tutor) I, asking after Brian and Bryce, his 100% American boys now she says nothing, but before our door, as I go key digging, she just shakes her head, from side to side later she says: “let’s order in, apprise me of  your expertise, some exotic fare from Manhattans First Avenue, known for its aphrodisiacal powers afterwards, you must tell me each dishes name, in its tongue’s nativity, but much, much later,” and as she speaks, grinning, she sticks out her tongue, while she just shakes her head, but this time, up and down
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Simple gestures made to flatter us Quietly coax us Iron fists of gentle persuasion A peck of reverence Upon my dainty hand Silently apprise me To get undressed And when you pay the check I’m under the obligation To be a lady To be a good girl And do as good girls do.
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
Chivalry
When I feel sick, I don’t understand all the complex details of medical-science, so I have to trust a doctor to cure me; but I trust with trepidation because doctors are human and so unomniscient and fallible; I do my best to apprise myself of the medical-science about my health-condition so I do not have to blindly-rely on the doctor, and so I can make wise choices about my healthcare to optimise my health, joy and happiness.
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
Trusting Doctors?
We attempt to victimize, those who we believe tell us lies, but we do not take time to sympathize, instead we drown out their cries, with thoughts of our future prize, and how we will one day reach the skies, and then we can be wise, and attempt to apprise, those who we once chastised, but it is too late and it is us they despise, they see no compromise, as we are the cause of their demise, it is too late to revise, why do you show surprise? when you stepped on their rise, spouting **** like "everyone dies", meanwhile your have grown in size, thanks to stealing their supplies, and murdering their allies, all so you can excuse yourself from seeing the pain in their eyes.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Oblivious
Don’t mean to misguide, Misadvise, Scrutinize Don’t devise Any plans Anymore I apprise What of relevant use From experience brings Synchronicity from The discordant heartstrings
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May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 9:53 AM UTC
Keeping the Rhythm
A solemn painted picture stands, Before the reach of sober hands, Funereal strokes; grave-tone acrylic, Woe is he, sought tones idyllic. What to expect, thought painters mind, No solace brushed, no hope defined, No revelry, so reconcile, Behind the guise of broken smile. Foreboding canvas, realized him, ‘t would never-ending be life grim, Fettered anguish, bound by sorrow, Clatters every waking morrow. O dreams of bliss that never show! So wearisome I ever-grow, These chains, they offer no release, Should I seek elsewhere means of peace? An answer forms behind blue eyes, Draw from life, to grant apprise, A final coat of crimson hue, A thousand words to those who view. His chosen palette, from arms length, A sanguinary loss of strength, In crowning strokes, awaited bliss, An amity in work dismissed.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Last One
Today sky is full of clouds but tomorrow sun will shine Nothing is constant in this world just let me clearly opine Fortune dares to kiss those who dare to meet her just fine Consistent struggle has its taste and flavor like pure wine I am destined to be a man of destiny, destination is mine Bruises of heart and soul to be kept alive with real brine My mission is so vital that I see all around its glowing sign I am proud of the fact my Lord keeps me with Him on line Miracles happen when love takes verdict of beauty in stance Life becomes a caring friend to provide chance after chance But one should not mix reality with just ordinary romance To be fully involved in real love affair one should be in trance Let me apprise you about the clarity of eyes heart in advance One should keep efforts in tact not to leave all on circumstance Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
Beauty in Stance
The Flying Squadron of Church Ladies At First Communion the Flying Squadron of Church Ladies surround the children to: Reprove, reproach, command, censor, chastise, Berate, exhort, implore, upbraid, adjust Chastise, upbraid, embarrass, harangue, rebuke, Enjoin, dictate, direct, require, apprise, Advise, inform, beseech, explain, uphold, Impart, compel, remind, forewarn, correct: Because since Peter’s time, all this is what The Flying Squadrons of Church Ladies do
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
The Flying Squadron of Church Ladies
turn me inside out,                                  so there is no room to hide. turn me inside out,                                  give me a safe haven to confide. right my wrongs,                                don't justify them, but understand. right my wrongs,                                let me fall, but give me a place to land. open me up,                       paint passion before my eyes. open me up,                       apprise me with all you hold inside. cry to me,                   let the pain rain down. cry to me,                  we will leave it all in puddles on the ground. laugh with me,                           as all else dissipates. laugh with me,                           the more endorphins: the more life we create. sing to me,                    let your soul bellow out. sing to me,                    the words you have sought out. live with me,                       but never wander from all that makes you unique. live with me,                       not enabling each others native colors to fall bleak. join me as one,                           two souls: one heart, forever. join me as one,                           individually together.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Individually Together
turn me inside out,                                  so there is no room to hide. turn me inside out,                                  give me a safe haven to confide. right my wrongs,                                don't justify them, but understand. right my wrongs,                                let me fall, but give me a place to land. open me up,                       paint passion before my eyes. open me up,                       apprise me with all you hold inside. cry to me,                   let the pain rain down. cry to me,                  we will leave it all in puddles on the ground. laugh with me,                           as all else dissipates. laugh with me,                           the more endorphins: the more life we create. sing to me,                    let your soul bellow out. sing to me,                    the words you have sought out. live with me,                       but never wander from all that makes you unique. live with me,                       not enabling each others native colors to fall bleak. join me as one,                           two souls: one heart, forever. join me as one,                           individually together.
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Le massacre, les corps partout. Le sang innocent déversé au nom d'un idéal. Le massacre, les corps partout. Le sang innocent déversé au nom d'un idéal. Avec lequel les négociants de mort ont acheté le droit de mettre fin aux vies de la cause rationnelle ? Qui ne suppliera pas pour leur génération, les vies perdues pour détester ? Avec le sang les mains tachées, les tyrans ont attaqué le coeur de liberté. Maintenant ils doivent payer le cherché à un prix à exact. Pour leurs actions il ne peut y avoir aucune justice, seulement le châtiment! Permettez-y d'être espéré qu'à la fin, une leçon sera apprise par tous, pour que nous ne puissions pas répéter cette faute à une fin si tragique.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
Le Massacre
invisible, nobody, trouble cure wear black, blend in, disguise the light in me dies trade-in, temptation lure cautious, cuffs wrap secure potential compromise invisible, nobody, trouble cure wear black, blend in, disguise behind peers, I mature lines noticed, you apprise sleeves, leave you to surmise pitifully unsure invisible, nobody, trouble cure
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
somebody degradation
with glints so bright this morn the sun's happy orb did rise with glints so bright bedazzling of a shining light was to an eye fine in surprise its radiance nice to apprise with glints so bright
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
With Glints So Bright (Rondelet)
Shall the cries of the dead be heard? When the world quites down, Do the weeping winds coax their pain? Seeping the ground for their comfort, Will the rain find it's purpose then? Will it be happy knowing it's not just a source of shallow joy for the living? Will the clouds stop crying? Out of pity for the dead, once alive, Does the sun apprise us of the regret of the day before or the one ahead, Does it pity the ones it doesn't serve, The ones dead
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC
When the world quites down
I had spent the majority of my life dosed up on antipsychotics, pills floating in my stomach in a desperate attempt to flood my brain with sanity. Grown men and women asking me questions and then putting me somewhere with white, cushioned walls. And if I did so much as raise my hand to defend myself, i'd find myself being restrained by men in white clothing. I never really saw daylight. I'm writing this letter to whoever may read this as i need to apprise of why I did such a thing. I selected the first woman I saw, I saw plenty of women within the white walls, but none with a complexion so beautiful and so unique. I had this urge since I could detect detestation, It was as if i needed to make my mark on the world as I has not done so before. The urge seemed infinite, I could not cease the sensation. The last thing I saw in her eyes was my reflection. That night, I watched her blood drip from the coffee table to paint the carpet red, I watched the whites in her eyes grow more intense, And that night I lost my virginity to the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
The Coffee Table
Strong as dignity muscles curved in toned shapes kindles one in every sight Firm as cement though touches one in soft caress sturdy as ever with no regrets Stature of real prestige of pride and of strength lovely, yes..lovely truly is lovely it is Skin so fair it glows, no fail Arms, so solid with fingers, It tricks and tickles holds one's curve one feels, one feels *A touch so pure so sure and secure* Feet are molded motions free and wild A beauty, true beauty *A sight of sage* A wonder *one apprise in words so tender*
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Body
Despite being atheist, with serpent teen eyes, I would nonetheless bet Eve fen number guys named Adam, or gals noel lies (christened) dollars to donuts (Dunkin and/or otherwise) Jesus would be mighty pleased to know, his sir name linkedin with commercial ties, no matter, he might not garner rise zen percentage of profits, no matter spies infiltrate competition especially if he unwittingly gets trampled and cries amidst chaos (think euthanize) untimely death by madding wise flash mob crowd source realize last seconds rushing to snap up latest jamb door prize as venders resort to all manner of (subliminally manipulative) marketing techniques to lure patrons, (especially photo opportunities with one of the many "FAKE" donned Santa Claus), the latter, who would lionize their son(s) and/or apprise daughter(s), subsequently guaranteeing, nailing crosswise, and clinching safeguards exercise immunization against the Grinch sure fire way to manure er... fertilize guarantee future generations rise zing will become avid consumers, who reverently, obsequiously, and devoutly idolize supporting the apostles who revolutionize creative commercialization to capitalize nearly every Cyber Monday occasion to finalize (all sales) pennies on the dollar, where merchants feign going for broke, and capitalize eulogize, and idealize the mighty buck staging "FAKE" news worthy shoppers to burst into tears crying on command, and all manner of pathos pulling ploys nsync king "shameful guilt" that squares with being ostracized, hash-tagged, and demonized Scrooge.
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
The Bajillion Dollar Business Of Christmas circa December 2019
Despite being atheist, with serpent teen eyes, I would nonetheless bet Eve fen number guys named Adam, or gals noel lies (christened) dollars to donuts (Dunkin and/or otherwise) Jesus would be mighty pleased to know, his sir name linkedin with commercial ties, no matter, he might not garner rise zen percentage of profits, no matter spies infiltrate competition especially if he unwittingly gets trampled and cries amidst chaos (think euthanize) untimely death by madding wise flash mob crowd source realize last seconds rushing to snap up latest jamb door prize as venders resort to all manner of (subliminally manipulative) marketing techniques to lure patrons, (especially photo opportunities with one of the many "FAKE" donned Santa Claus), the latter, who would lionize their son(s) and/or apprise daughter(s), subsequently guaranteeing, nailing crosswise, and clinching safeguards exercise immunization against the Grinch sure fire way to manure er... fertilize guarantee future generations rise zing will become avid consumers, who reverently, obsequiously, and devoutly idolize supporting the apostles who revolutionize creative commercialization to capitalize nearly every Cyber Monday occasion to finalize (all sales) pennies on the dollar, where merchants feign going for broke, and capitalize eulogize, and idealize the mighty buck staging "FAKE" news worthy shoppers to burst into tears crying on command, and all manner of pathos pulling ploys nsync king "shameful guilt" that squares with being ostracized, hash-tagged, and demonized Scrooge.
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from the very root it sprouts from the very vein it circulates fabricating me with such uneasiness i apprise myself to inhale i advice myself to exhale yet i all can still distinguish is the menacing shade of crimson
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
anger
Coral-black hair plunging o'er his bold shoulders, lilac soft, nectar sweet lips: which could be a flower moulder. Dulcet whispers, like a singing bird bed And, after a smile His beguiling, oyster-white teethset. Two cinnamon-brown jewels melted onto snow had the sparkle of 'Lueur d'espoir Petillante', And a pair of his arched eyebrows which eased down gently, to his black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. His dusky complexion would apprise me of his never limiting sheen, I just wish I get to visit this till the last blink of my eye: A humanly divine paradise, indeed.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
A humanly divine paradise, indeed!
When I wake, and when I dream, A weary heart, a moonlit beam, Meet in silver waters gleam, And float along the river stream. A shooting star in darkened days, Streaks the sky, turns my gaze, The heavens in a moments praise Release me from my doldrum daze. Unchained chimes, of life they sing, To silence my despondency, As brazen bells in phantom swing, Set my wounded shadow free. For blackened skies of prolonged nights, See to the rise of morning lights, Dried eyes when tears had blurred their sights, Apprise my souls potential heights. For when I wake and in my dreams... I thought it fake--although it seems, I cannot dull what brightly beams, A troubled past more time redeems.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
Moonlight
You mock and laugh at believers , men rational and wise. How foolish is believer's beliefs you inform and apprise. Each and every rites and practices of beleivers you condemn. Reject divine creation of heavens n earth, things tween them. But believe me Atheists also have beliefs, faith and stance. Your belief is everything came into existence just by chance. Earth started rotating and revolving with precision on its own. So that If it deviates a bit no life will exists not a single one. By accident were created all plants and creatures in pairs. Haply it was decided how they will produce offsprings n heirs. Hilarious, laughable are your beliefs, O wise Non-believer! Believe me your beliefs can put to shame beliefs of a believer.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC
Answering Atheism i
I had spent the majority of my life dosed up on antipsychotics, pills floating in my stomach in a desperate attempt to flood my brain with sanity. Grown men and women asking me questions and then putting me somewhere with white, cushioned walls. And if I did so much as raise my hand to defend myself, i'd find myself being restrained by men in white clothing. I never really saw daylight. I'm writing this letter to whoever may read this as i need to apprise of why I did such a thing. I selected the first woman I saw, I saw plenty of women within the white walls, but none with a complexion so beautiful and so unique. I had this urge since I could detect detestation, It was as if i needed to make my mark on the world as I has not done so before. The urge seemed infinite, I could not cease the sensation. The last thing I saw in her eyes was my reflection. That night, I watched her blood drip from the coffee table to paint the carpet red, I watched the whites in her eyes grow more intense, And that night I lost my virginity to the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Coffee Table
Observed every moment, Counted every person I met. Forgot some toxic approaches; Though some dusts still be remembered under my feet. Clouds across the sky Apprise me of my forgotten dreams. So many mistakes, done with regrets,   Time to find my long lost gems. Brutal truths always hide beneath an innocent surface. So I wonder still something left to pay. Dear God, forgive my wrong treads. Because this is going to be my last day! 5/04/2017
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
Last Day
The green grass corroborates the cold Making the atmosphere feel cold Waiting for the trees to be mold Waiting for the beguiling stories to be told All of my frivolous dreams are thrown As I search for the stupendous unknown They, themselves live alone But, they bring forth chills to your bone You'll be bedazzled as they array As they make your feet wander astray You'll find yourself discombobulated in the bay As you glare at them in awe as they dance ballet But I apprise you, keep your feet close to the ground Keep your ears focused to the mellifluous sound Saying, the lost are soon the found And one day He'll be releasing all who are in bound Watch out for the wolves hiding under the moon Watch out! They'll be howling soon Inveigling you with an enchanting tune So be aware, and be immune! One step, two steps; they're near They're in your vicinity, waiting until it's clear They'll be gnashing their teeth near your ear All because you're cavalier Fear this most, "the trumpets shall once again blow" And the question is, do you know where you'll go? If not, then it's time for you to know, Heaven is real, so is hell; are you going up or maybe low?
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Reality
“As arrant squall enters from all corners, As our daily rituals must procure to dormant, Lacking warmth of suns touch upon our skin, As the winter winds ere upon our ambience, As our once daily formality would bring us, Alongside a cool pool a beach or just quirks, A spathe of skin an apprise bronze from the sun, As dangling brown leaves parched fall to terrain, As a sunken suns down in early afternoons, The winter bellowing of moons as they procure, Branches of once fruits and such now withered, Now lay along the cold grown fallen as chill beckons, The winter sings of creeping crows, Beneath the blaze of summer hung the beauty foliage, Flowers to be inherent upon a warming spring, Graciously arranged to fade beneath a winters squall, Once bright green leaves dying and sizzling on the trees, As lonely fledgling birds pay respect as they fly west, As they seem to say Adieux Summer once again” By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/30/2019 #170
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Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
“ADIUEX SUMMER”