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Piyush Gahlot Aug 2018
Saw her first at cousin's weddinG,
She looked astonishing I knew where it was headinG
Escorting the bride she came in smilinG
My eyes got glued on her and my heart started poundinG.

Afraid of her brother but she agreed to meeT,
I got there first, where the buses fleeT,
Time and place was on her to fiX,
Excited, I reached before the clock tickS,
There I saw her waving at platform thirty siX.

Time freezed for a while,
Walking towards her a million thoughts ran through my mind,
Was that really her or someone else!?
But that same magical smile and my heart again melts.

Simple, yet pleasant I liked her stylE,
But the best thing was definitely her smilE,
I got lost , stammered in speech for a whilE,
She was confident and I got nervous blood profilE.

The place was new ,
None of us had any clue,
I was sweaty , the day seems hottest,
Perhaps the oddest in the whole August.

Black and white top and she blingS,
Leather sandals and those shiny earingS,
The watch was pink , hairs were perfect readY,
But **** her luggage was real heavY!

Got in a cab, and some comfy place to talK,
She was in a hurry, but i had all the clocK,
She was bold at the same time cooL,
And I was smiling for no reason like a fooL.

More time I wanted to spend,
But getting her home safe and sound was important in the end.
Got her a bus had to bid a good bye,
And my hopes of meeting her soon are sky high! :)
Met the girl for the first time whom I saw at my brother's wedding.
Big Virge Nov 2016
People are ... Funny ... !?!

They Now ... make me laugh ...

You talk ...
They DON'T ... listen ... !?!

MP's ... keep restricting ...

IGNORANCE ... in people ...
has now become ... SICKENING ... !!!!!

Kinda gets me to ... " Thinking " .....................

What a ... CRAZY WORLD ... !!!!!!

Girls ... Loving girls ...
Men ... Killing men ... !!!
Abuse of our children ...
by some who ... Teach them ... ???

But ......
What about those ... ?
with ... Abusive children ... ?!?

Those who ... Don't Care ...
about those ... who ... Made Them ... !!!

Adults are now ...
being chased by ... Children ... ?!?

Teenagers ........

RAGE ... !!!!!!!

Their acts of ... Aggression ...
are now ... OFF THE GAUGE ... !!!!!

Words on ... This Page ...
are my feelings ... Today ...

What more can I say ... ?

I write things ... This Way ...
to avoid seeing life
behind bars ... in a cage ...

Seems like ...
... " End of Days " ...
is Not ... far away ... !!!

But Many ... DON'T LIKE ...
The things that I say ...

because .....
Things that I say ...

Reflect on ........................................

What's TRUE ... !!!!!

But Many think wrongness ...
is just .... TV News ....

But ....
" Some of it's " ..... True .......
and can happen to ... YOU ... !!!

So ....
What would you do ... ?
if ... Sadness and Misery ...
Tainted ... your view ... !?!

Probably ........

LOSE YOUR COOL ... !!!!!!!

Be an *** ...
or it's ... Mule ...
Give in ... to clues ...
that you ... HAVEN'T BEEN ... true ... !!!

True about ... " Things " ...
that ... Luxury brings ...

Like ... " Flash Golden Rings " ... !!!
or ... Diamonds that ... BLING ... !!!!!

Well ...
Here's the ... " Dilemma " ... ???

Life is for ... LIVING ...
but now we see ... KILLING ...
for ... Mobiles that ... " Ring " ... ?!?
or Jewellery that ... BLINGS ... !!!?!!!

So ....
What will you choose ... ?
to think you're a ... KING ... ?

cos' of ...
Your .... Diamond Ring .... ?

and .... wait for the ... KILLER ...
to come with ... " The Sting " ... !?!

Oh now ...
Just for you ladies ...
Let's ... " Rework " ... the scene ...

You've got to ... Realise ....
Luxury's ... for a ... " Queen " ...

But .....
to those who ... Don't have them ...
Your Bling ... is ... OBSCENE ... !!!!!!!!

Then YOU ...
like the ... Fellas' ...

Might find that ... " Your Dream " ...
is SHATTERED ... One Night ...
by a ... RUTHLESS ... " Street Team " ... !!!

I'm CHANGING ... like seasons ...
because of ... " These Reasons " ...
cos' actions ... some make ...
are Equal to ... TREASON ... !!!!!!!!

I REALLY ... am Dark ...
like that man ... Liam Neeson ...

This life has ... MORE MEANING ... !!!
than ... " Custom Made " ... Jewellery ... !!!

Like Bruce ...
when i'm writing ....
My fists ... bring the ... " FURY " ... !!!!!

cos people act ... CRAZY ... !!!!!
Their outlook seems ... " Hazy " ...

to make themselves money ....
Their Slim's ... REALLY SHADY ... !!!!!

Do you ...
Trust your lady ... ???

to bring up ... " Your Baby " ...
When Coc' ... is ... " The Drug " ...
she likes to take .... DAILY .... !!! ? !!!

Well ..........
Maybe just ... " Maybe " ... ???

If you see ... what I see ...
when you ... look around you ...

You may just agree ...
with ... A Brother ... like me ...

The world we now live in  ...
is TRULY ....

..... " CRAZY " .....
Well, now Mr. Trump's been elected, Americans, in many cases, are acting CRAZY, following Brexit', and whatever else is coming next, we are in some pretty crazy times........
Philipp K J Dec 2018
It is funny to see banners wishing Happiness displayed with cinematic glamour,
the pictures and hordings of Banner heroes.

The one at Tannery Road junction was peculiar to mention.
Here it was common
The captions "Happy" used to summon names of sundry festivals-Local  and national, even internstional.
What's uncommon was the bold prints
of a hero's name ARUMALAI outshining
The caption and his larger than life picture establishing the photographer's digital brushing skills.
A passer by wondered who'd be this Arumalai,
Is he so great as to be advertised in polivynil?
His glorious deeds may be what they want you to heed
Still never ever seen or heard of his manners
Anywhere than in these motley banners
Just as a function
at the Tannery road junction

Each one passed by this colossal glance attracted provoking  protracted ruminance  what do this expensive banners really mean?

In another occasion
the  glaring glorifying picture
of ARUMALAI followed the tag
Corporator,
Below the man posing a DICTATOR.
That was a period to a period of mystery!

Banners changed with seasons
with greetings on religious occasions
Festivals of importance
Birthdays of men even
with crowded profiles of hailers
Whose unrully manners
Too clogging up the banners
Like a wanted list of jailors.

One day a strange banner
hooked by the Tannery cross over
Spooked and shocked every passer-by
There the usual banner cut out
the larger than life image blings-out
Arumalai the BBMB corporator
Posing as dictator!

There was no wish of any kind.
It was a notice startling any mind
The sad demise of ARUMALAI
The BBMB corporator
Still possed as dectator
By his living promoters.

"He was sick and the local dispensary advised a minor operation.
He was administered
the necessary treatment.
Was referred to a super-speciality
centre and was declared dead.
His sad demise was advertised, he was forty.
His chummies complained of medical negligence", was the only news summary
in major news papers...
What was the reason for the minor surgery
What're the preparations
for the corporator's  operation
All are mystery for a  causal itinerary
passer by crossing over the Tannery Road junction,  wondering at the strange envountering with banners
that come and go
Keeping no annals
Floating on the mind for a while
Stopping at the red's knell,
Moving with the green signal
The rise and fall of heroes
As binary one and zero
The banners tell a story tertiary
Of the rise and fall of a luninary
Within a plane ofmomentary
Variation of red and green
On the Tannery road's screen.
Jack Thompson Oct 2015
You might be ****, even kind...
But I care not for your ego.
I might as well be blind.

You might be interested in many things.
None of which light my fire.
A hollow heart filled with empty blings.

I live to build and design.
Practicality is so hard to find.
I want to understand the world.
Very few share my mind.

I'm simply complicated.
And there is no shortcut to my desire.
I'm after the impossible.
But that is all I require.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Red* was not her colour
But a taste and sounds of her
No danglings, no bling-blings
Not even the *style
of Harry's.

She wear no stilletos
Neither pumps but fine kicks
Keds trend all over
Rockin' and spinnin'
With her preferred music.

At times, I then look down
Not to face the pebbled ground
Taylor's Red Collection
Became part of my up-to-date fashion.

(6/30/14 @xirlleelang)
Ivan Brooks Sr Sep 2018
Everyone of us will die someday
Death cares less about personality.
For the appointed ones,it's on the way
Death cares less if you rule a country .

Or possess fine clothes and blings
For those destined for today,he'll come
Be ready if the club of death swings,
Prepared or not,you're going home!

So weep not for me when I'm gone
It's not a bad thing to sleep forever.
It means my brief time here is done
So mourn me not my dear daughter.

For yourself cry hard and be prepared
For a visitation from death's hands.
Be brave,be strong and don't be afraid,
To depart from your ancestral lands.

Fear not death, death's fear just passed
Those who live very well will die
So does the poor, hungry and stressed
Soon we all will be on the other side.


© IvanBrooksPoetry
31/8/2918
I can freely talk about death,especially since the death of the fear of death.
Soeka laborde Oct 2016
If I had a wishing rock
I'd wish for so many things
I'd wish castle or a golden bird that sings
I'd wish for a meadow filled with creatures
So I can watch nature go by
I'd wish for eternal life
So I'd never die.

If I had a wishing rock
I could wish for lots of things
I could wish for luxurious riches
Or really shiny blings
I could wish for a mansion with a pool and lots of cars
I could wish for a rocket ship to take me amongst the stars

If I had a wishing rock
I would definitely wish for love
One from another
And one from the father above
I would wish for someone to kiss and hug
So that I could fly on the wings of a dove

But I don't have a wishing rock
So I can't wish for these things
All I can wish for
Is that , to my heart,
Joy you'll bring

                *La Vida Love
Julianna Eisner Mar 2014
..
Mouth full of semi-raw fried potatoes and
dehydrated orange wheels, doesn't Mr. Appleseed come out of
nowhere
and plant a speck of a seed right smack dab in the centre of my
reptilian cortex, but I
pay no mind because Buddy has adored me for a whole five minutes until he rebounds
              harder
                        than an
                                    addict discharged
                                                    fr­om
                                                        forest-y­ methadone clinics
                                                        i­n downtown cores
                                                        pop­pin' Hilfiger blue collars
                                                        y­ackin' it on the phones to guys named D, or
                                                        D yackin' it to guys named Friendo, Jai, or
                                                        Little­ Tim,
                                                        buri­ed from ******* back too much hillbilly
                                                       ­ ******, while
                                                        col­lege girls sleep in their Sahara beds,
                                                        sav­ing up to buy bouncy trampolines with
                                                        boun­cy cheques,
                                                        ­listening to lullaby coos of pimps and ******
                                                        on­ the downstairs couch,
                                                        ga­zing fawn-eyed at cavediums next to
                                                        nobody cares muffins and syrup-y coffee
                                                        canyoudropmeoff?
                                             ­           outside of the seventh-story window of
                                                        million dollar saloons,
                                                        ­wearing blings and rings,
                                                        purchase­d by wealthy husbands and
                                                        travelin­g yuppies for their wives' veneer,
                                                        eating breakfast cereals that go
                                                        Snap! Crackle! Pop!
                                                        for three square meals,
                                                        re­furbishing plastic containers
                                                        on foot-stained broadloom,
                                                        with cage and cagey roommates,
                                                        throwing life rafts to bloated bodies in
                                                        Great Lakes
                                                        for the price of a debt,
                                                        recalling waffling road trips,
                                                        visiting one-man tents behind billowing
                                                        smokestacks;
                                                        I blew my brains out in an air duct,
                                                        lost my life lifting up heavy floor mattresses,
                                                        climbing out of basement windows,
                                                        while hitch hiking mothers sing karaoke
                                                        nursery rhymes by Janis Joplin,
                                                        20 notes off-key,
                                                        harboring skeletons in stairwells and rusted
                                                        out Grand Ams,
                                                        making friends in Tim Hortons after last call,
                                                        dressed in leprechaun fatigue,
                                                        driving like England at midnight,
                                                        I spoke to a faceless man,
                                                        whom I'll never get a chance to send a
                                                                ­               thank you
                                                       card...
                                                       as for me? I never touched the stuff

but I was too spent to care and was already floating on cheap Chardonnay and authentic vitamin D with my bindle stuffed to the brim so I thought I'd just American Beauty plastic bag my way through this one, cropped in floral, patio sunglasses, swirling and twirling on Ballet Boulevard until
An e.ch-o-y sound in my
left  ear
I turned my head,
slo-mo tracers flashed in warp speed,
        the testa bursts open.
..
Brian Payamps Nov 2014
Story time is what daddy use to say
Come here sit on daddy's lap
You'll always be daddy's little girl
As mother turned a blind eye
And baby girl laid a big kiss for daddy on the cheek
She is one of three
the youngest of her si..blings
Older brother gone to college
Older sister ran away to Dereks
Place
Daddy told baby girl she was jealous
Baby girl is daddy's new favorite

Older sister high on heroine with Derek
Looking for euphoria in her whirlwind
Needle wholes tattooed on her skin
As she cried to Derek one night
O how daddy touched her
I was daddy's little girl for ever and for ever
Daddy said it and he ment it
Derek pressed daddy with the press
Funny daddy had money
Derek came up dead....
...... two days later
Bullets wholes in Dereks corpse surrounded by syringes
Older sister slit her wrist
But daddy's there to save her

You're daddy's little girl as he rushed her to the hospital
Daddys is her savior
Is how New York Times played it
Older sister back at daddy's house
Baby girl was missing her
Kisses on kisses to older sister
From daddy's favorite girl
As no one cried over Derek
Weeks gone
One day in the shower daddy walks in as older sister bathes
Fear in those eyes but daddy sees love
Daddy Scrubs her back with a sponge
You'll always be my little girl
Wether home or gone
Big Virge Feb 2018
So ...
What Does LOVE REALLY Mean To You .... ???  
Your Lovers' Touch ... Or The Things They DO .... ???
That Make You FEEL ... Your Love Is REAL ... ?!?  
  
Well I've Said Before That UNCONDITIONAL LOVE ...  
Came From My MUM And That's For ... SURE ... !!!!!  
  
A Love of STRENGTH Right To Her END.  
That Now Transcends ... BEYOND Her Death .......  
  
I LOVE You STILL Mum Because Your Love STILL RUNS ...
Right Through My Veins And KEEPS Me ... SANE ...  
  
Even Though Your Body's ....................... Gone .........................  
Your Love For ME ... STILL KEEPS Me STRONG ... !!!!!!!  
  
NOW THAT's LOVE To Me ... !!!  
  
... UNCONDITIONAL LOVE ... !!!!  
  
But What About YOU ... ???  
Does Love Consume The Air You Breathe ... ?  
Or Play A Tune To A ... DIFFERENT Theme ...  ???  
  
For Some It Seems Some NEW Nikes ...  
Or A Diamond Ring That ... Blings' And BLINGS ... !!!!!  
Is The Kind of STUFF They ... Choose To LOVE ... ?!?  
  
Or A NICE Sports Car With A Home That's ... LARGE ... !!!  
Where LOVE Gets SCARRED When Things Get HARD ... !!!!!!!  
  
But .....
Who Am I To Say That's NOT Okay ... !?!  
Love Can Be DISPLAYED In MANY Ways ... !!!!!  
  
Well Love To ME FILLS Empty Plates ... !!!!!  
And Does NOT Feed Off ... EXPENSIVE Tastes ... !!!!!!  
  
Love DON'T WATCH Face ... !!  
Or ... Colour Or Race ...    
  
Love Finds NO PLACE ...  
To ....... Sep - ar - at - e .........  

Because of .... HATE .... !!!  
  
Love ELEVATES And Infiltrates ...  
A Place In Hearts So That Hate ............................ DEPARTS ... !!!!!!  
  
But LOVE Can HURT ... !!!  
When Love FILLS URNS Or FILLS A HEARSE ... !!!  
  
Because THAT Love Is For Someone ...  
Whose Time Has Come To FACE QUESTIONS ...  
  
Questions Like ....  

"Son, what have you done, within your life  
to earn a shrine up in the sky ?  
Have you done enough, to not get dumped,  
in the devils' home, where evil roams ?"  
  
There's Love There TOO DON'T You Be FOOLED ... !!!  
  
In Hell Love Still UNSETTLES ... !!!!!  
The ******* of .... DEVILS ....  

Leaving Them ... DISHEVELLED ... !!!!!!  
  
And Then Makes Graves For Hate To Lay ...  
And FADE AWAY From ... Dormant Brains ...  
It's NEVER TOO LATE For Love To AWAKE ...  
A Body And Soul That Is ... HATE Controlled ... !!!!!  
  
So What Would Love Say To Hate ....  
If They Had A Debate ... ?!?  
  
"I understand you nurture war,  
so, exactly what cause are wars good for ?"  
  
"Well they're good for......."
  
"Whoa, hold on there bro, that question was a rhetorical one,
i'm the oracle son ! Wars like you are clearly dumb,
and lead to news that leaves mums numb,
when they have lost, daughters and sons !  
That's quite a cost for war actions !  
I seek PEACE and UNITY, better scenes than blood on streets,
I AM BEAUTY, DON'T YOU SEE !?!"  

See Love DEFINES Those Happy Times ...  
And Has NO PRICE or Things That SHINE ... !!!  
  
While HATE And WAR As I Said Before ...  
Costs SO MUCH More Than Securing Shores ...  
When Souls Are Mourned For A BOGUS Cause ... !!!!!
  
Soldiers SHOW LOVE When Shooting GUNS ... ?!?  
MISGUIDED Love ... From Those ABOVE ....

Whose LOVE For POWER Makes Them DEVOUR ...  
ANY Currency To FEED Their GREED ...
Like Count Dracs' Breed ... !!!  
  
What Part of LOVE Says SPILL SOME BLOOD ... ?!?  
Or Learn To **** For ... DOLLAR BILLS ... ???
  
Love NEEDS NO PAY To ELEVATE .....  
The Minds of Brains From Mental PAIN .... !!!
  
A Smile And A Joke Can Help Folk Cope ...  
To Deal With STRESS And IGNORANCE ... !!!  
  
FORGIVENESS ... And Love DEFLECTS .....  
THOSE ... POISONED Darts .... !!!  
Aimed At The Hearts of LOVE FILLED WILLS ... !!!  
Who'd Rather CHILL Than Get Caught Up ...
In Stuff That's ... DUMB ... !!!!  
  
Like Pulling GUNS To Prove You're TOUGH ... ?!?  
LOVE Can Be ROUGH And Be ... MESSED UP ... !!!!!!  
  
But SHOULD NOT Lead ...  
To ... HATE-FILLED Deeds ... !!!!!
  
You See LOVE .... Concedes ....  
And Walks AWAY .................................................................­­...  
So That It Can .........................  B R E A T H E........................... ! ! !  
  
And Find A Way To RISE AGAIN ...  
And DISMISS ........................................................ Pain ............ !!!!!!  
  
Love SUPERSEDES Petty Jealousies ...  
And QUICKLY Denies The Use of LIES ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
  
Love IS DEEP ... Love IS ME ..... !!!!!  
Love IS YOU .... Love IS COOL ... !!!!!  
Love CAN Move And Love CAN SOOTHE ... !!!
  
And MOST of ALL Love Is THE TRUTH ... !!!!!  
  
I Guess That's Why I Write These Rhymes ...  
To Prove That There Is LOVE In .... ALL OF US .... !!!!!!  
  
These Words Have Come From .... UP ABOVE .... !!!
  
So I Now Give Them To You ...  
  
With THIS ....  
  
MY ...... " LOVE " .......
A suitable subject for .... Valentines week, even though we've already had a Valentines Day Massacre over in Florida !!!!! Love has many forms .........
Joseph Childress Oct 2011
Mother Earth

Two birds sing
In sweet harmony
Through spring
Smiles
A favorite plant blossoms
On the side
Of a white-washed fence
Blends beautifully
Sun bathes in the ambiance
Of clouds
A cirrus haze
Etches
Mountain tops
For days
It sets
As if lying in bed

Lullabies
Cries
From a wolf
Howls at the moon
Goodnight world
Awake soon
Day's bright
Before night

Frost bite…
Flurry?
More of fury!
The wind knocks down
Defenses...
I'll feel it
Though
I don’t know
Why I'm the victim
I'll take
Your worse
And still love

Earth reign on me
I promise
To turn a leaf before
The end of fall
All in all
Through ups and downs
The hurricane
Of life
Brings strife
On my greatest day

I labor
Not pillage
Your tillage
And worship your wondrous
Waters
More refreshing than sleep
Blings
More than diamonds
Under sunlight

Lakes lie
Across as bodies
Embodying art
Au naturel
Awe
As "oooo's"
And "ahhh's"
Set the mood

Hurrah!
No boo’s
From the crowd of bees
Only a buzz
About your love.
nosipho Jun 2012
If only times would change, the clock unwinded,
Giving time to relive the days gone past unnoticed,
If only we knew that men were made for purpose,
not simply watch the sun going down in the west coast,
touching the horizon, disappearing beyong the oceans,
we would then leave down our spades, voice our murmurs,
dancing in mud, hands on bricks, rain soaking wet our clothes.

Yet, we would think of the ones we've left,
and different letters we sent,
Seeing their smiles, ink reflecting our stories,
"how i wish i was there...dear laurette" only that
i had to press on so that no tears would fall
on the clean dry plates, and a white cloth.

If only we knew that our knees would be bruised,
lamentations going fourth for you,
It passed our eyes to see our dreams,
but only ours were for you  to live,
nev'r been of flashy cars or brighter "blings"
we simply lived that, some day
when the day dawns and
our sight could no longer be restored
for we have seen all that we could about life,
we would then know that, bending our backs,
or days in the rain and mud were not in vain,
For by the hat of straw, you would then go down
the aisle  and you would then have a hat of cloth,
with a little tail, and your coloured garment,
telling our days of smiling to the rain.

i would have known, that even though i didnt know,
in picking those greens and reds from the garden,
and the colours of the city i have nev'r known,
when you come home,
you will tell me all about them,
and i will see them too,
in your coloured garment.
(dedicated to african fathers, who have worked hard, been enslaved but never given up to see their children growing up better, getting to varsity)
joel jokonia Jul 2020
Things upon things
Beings upon beings
Thats be the system
Rigs upon rigs
Blings upon blings
That's be the struggle
Things upon.  Things
I be want be upon all
Things
Upon all kongs,
Upon all strongs
Upon all gods
Upon all wrongs
At least
My mistakes cease
To exist

Well I wish time
Upon cease
The purest of blings,
They'd make beautiful rings,
They are the prettiest of things.
You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.

Even when your handsomeness blinks,
It shines brighter than the most expensive blings,
Not comparable to the values of any earthly things,
That's why wise people give your arms warmly clings.

With success you daily enjoy a fling,
The new arrivals in your accounts daily send your phone a ping,
It's even a broader smile when your phones ring,
Richness in your life never stops making money tings.

Emotive love is in your heart deposited in bings,
It is lots of goodness that being your friend brings,
Your greatness is appreciated by all human beings,
That's why good tidings from you can never develop wings.
Masuma Mirza Jul 2015
With the smile on her face she came close to
me , Handed me a letter hiding all her misery . . . . . . . . .
So busy I was didn 't lend her an ear , And this is the
thing I always regret. . . . . . . . .
I imagine the day that has passed so far , The day
when my mommy brought me a toy car . . . . . . . . . .
In the journey from a toy car to my brand new
wheels , I never asked her choice or even what she
feels. . . . . . . .
The first day of my school was such an ace, But what
strikes my soul is my mum 's blissful face . . . . . . .
The spark and the glory she had in her eyes , Her
smile was known; I know it never lies. . . . . .
She was **** happy for me I noticed it in her
eye , The tears of happiness which I could never
deny . . . . . . . . .
When I was a teen I got my phone and cool stuff , I
never thanked her though it was all because of
her . . . . . . .
In my dreams every night that 's all I see, My
mommy, My mum lying besides me . . . . . . .
The letter was expressing her feelings and love for
me , The pain and agony she felt was now set
free. . . . . . . .
Emotions and love for me were just silly things , as i
was being selfish and crazy over small blings . . . . .
My taunts and words of hatred creep and crawl
slowly up my mind , whispered the things I did to her
for sure were not kind. . . . . .
I was always tugged in fight with you , I know I was
never right , But mom my arms are waiting for
you , Please come back and hug me tight . . . . . . . .
Gods1son Oct 2018
It took 30 minutes
To climb a stairs with just 6 steps
I was on my phone
Scrolling through her pictures

I saw an Angel without wings
A smile that would melt diamonds
Her face sparkles like blings
Full of positive energy like cations

Her figure is breathtaking
The definition of beauty
More precious than ruby
This is indeed God's making!
Regina Ramble Mar 2016
The instant you left I knew that I was awaiting death
Heaving in and out over when to expect my last breath
Salty droplets discharged my eyes that became inept
Not knowing when to or even what to accept.

I grew up a childish character creating a lists of wishes
Some deceased from existence and swam with fishes
Between a happy christmas and an attainment of riches
I put you first on that list, and was never suspicious.

I knew I wished for you, not to be mine or to hold,
But to have one cherish the heart behind the arm fold,
A gem that shined love and care and never once was cold,
I wished for you to be happy in a way that is uncontrolled.

I remember talking to you of jennifer lawrence and stars
As though I would pick them over who you personally are
I fed you lies against lies as I sulked out tears in my car
When I knew, no one I would rather be with than you by far.

While the world are small stars you are the beaming sun
You showered everyone with heat while you beared none
You kept your head up through all the times you said “I’m done”
And burned deeply of energy that only ever came from the sun.

The instant you left, I knew it had been for better things
Because there was only so much to the table I could bring
But you were never greedy for wealth, riches or blings
You found happiness from someone else that made you sing.

I guess my wish came true, to see you happy
A tree that formed from  fertilizer so ******
A fertilizer that was nothing but simply me
You found true happiness with he.

Yet I will retain my words I have spoken many times
The one I can only ever express in subdued rhymes.

My love for you is indestructible and will never sever
For as I have said before “I love you now and forever”.
Liv Lauren Nov 2019
Next year is a new decade
And I just have to say
That i'm done with this phase
I'm done with the facade
That I put on my fades
Everyday it loosens
But everybody can relate
I refuse to be toxic
Or allow it in my life
And i’m claiming for 2020
That i'm gonna strike
10 for 10
20 for 20
I'm not wasting no time
I'm not playing hooky
If you don't let me do me
Then you will get escorted out
I refuse to have my fire extinguished now
I'm on a roll
Call me cottonelle
I'm not drake
But my hotline blings if you can’t tell
I'm done being depressed
I'm done feeling sorry
If you don't want better
Then you cannot stop me
Winners in my circle
And we smart like Steve Erkle
Over obstacles like hurdles
Usain and we boltin'
Like laundry, i'm not folding
Reversing patterns
Breaking chains
I will not get played like a lame
I;m going to be rich
And I will be successful
No doubt about it
Make sure u deliver the message
Staying positive , and speaking it into your life. Read this out loud in front of the mirror every day and you will feel a difference. I'm here to empower and Inspire.
Penne Jul 2019
Cities in a thousand flight
Lights in a million fight
Flashing a million-dollar night
Feeling of a holy might

Seems right
Nothing tight
Circle around it must be a fright
Know that is a trite
Sparkle altogether as those sprites

Float away in a bright
Wrap me as if my knight
Do not leave in blight
Or seep through as a knife

High in this life
Like my lush in the rush
Brush my blush
Royal flush
Hush!
I hear...

Casinos, clubs, grands
Never bland
Limitless in this golden land
Scent of a brand

Never know what to decipher
Getting doper
When to flower
Unspeakable thoughts
But felt if they are all already spoken

Do it need to be dark
Do it need to be blank
Or frank?
Do it need to be rude
Does it need a hood

Captures the mood
Of the billion fingerlings
Swing in the blings
Wings in the rings

Tingling to mingle
To not be single
The lips of meringue
In the hidden harangue

Fight or flight
Not in the big one
Not in the deadly one
But in the hustle bustle
Of the dog-eat-dog castle
Until it becomes a rat chasing away from a snake hassle

The hustle bustle
Ruffles my truffles
Exquisite expensiveness
Conceals breeze of loneliness

Golden feast
Chandeliers from beasts
Sounds of civilized life
But still finding
What is missing

Satisfaction from unsatisfaction
Know the fraction
Of attention
Amused reaction

Anything can be built
Quilt then wilt
Divided between humility and progress
But these are fortresses

Will you destroy?
Or employ?
Stay in the middle
I guess that is the best choice
In this walking riddle
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Two of the greatest emcees equals one of me
So turn off ya tv and envision prophecy
Mics i clutch with a smooth j dilla touch clutch
Victory slashin' like Nike hypes me call me Mikey
Swarm the storm into a charm out goes harm
She feeling good in the neighborhood
torch the blackwood in the back of the woods
Bon fire souls desire crackling woods
Dry bake see the fire flakes drift into the lakes
My styles similiar to Brooks Christopher
Cant use the name of biggie if ya jiggy blunts spiffy
Packed all around me like a forest scenery
Light back stay black keep the fist on the hat
I aint pro black but I'm for my blacks reverse that
They'll say it means the same thing naw
This aint a diamond or gem that blings sings
Only to the open ears silent the deaf spears
scared to let they mind's glow rebirth or cycle
Same patterns everyday either way we came to slay welcome to slaves pay where we chasing away


Groundhog day see the sun moon display
It aint a different day just another way
To phase out the pain wickedness
Sick of this birth of pain nemisis this
Is the last of the puzzle pieces feces
Left on the streets off the souls who weap
Seekin' for sympathy but i can't ignore thee
He just as bored as me reaching easily
Hands out see them take out money no foods
Up to no good I can't believe they would
Waste money on poison bad choices
Never dreamed of rolls royces noises
Of the wind teases my mental pinnacle
Of success gives me much finesse stress
Never see me endeavor over my enemies
Easily down this is a show down clowns
Only got **** to say when they far away
So let my wings take me away now say
A prey from the pastor's giveaway lay
false images taken for percentages
Hustle schemes devil and god on the same team
Just a game we can't see another vintage
Pure lyricist keep it authentic risk it
Keep my mask lift after I craft and find exodus
Out the earth plants seed to the sky to rebirth
I.

i struggle to find some alternative to her snoring and her moaning and her talking about magic numbers associated with keeping or reaching a perfect space in which to live, but i have to find alternatives...

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

       a reading by Jordan (a) Peter's son:

sum: in Icelandic:
everyone's everybody or someone's ibin
a son of...

hereson boujeron...
did i: mishear that?

maybe my listening "skills"
are not up to scratch: whether vinyl
or liquirice
liquid not D but still
it's not Lick-a-Rish: reesh: reach!

envy of the stars...

liquirice... spelling mistake: underlined
in red...
liquorice... LIK-O-REESH...
reed?

            i much prefer fennel: seeds...
but i also know
that...
well: no surprises...

Roman cumin is standard cumin: "standard"...
but in the same way
Caraway Seeds are also categorized
as cumin (elsewhere):

pizza for dinner
and i "suffer" a suffering of this
doughy platitude that
doesn't: envelop the jaw to bite
for worth of bone, sinew, marrow slurp,
this dough like this sickness
borrowed from
the metaphor
whereby words become transfixations
to call wine blood
to call bread body
this is not what the Slavic atheists
envisioned as simply
necrophilia
but this is poetic cannibalism
what sick mind gives this envy
and mindless watered down soliloquy
not even St Boniface or Augustus

i write this as if waking up
to the simultaneous revelation of
both Auschwitz and Golgotha
equal in parody
this tender kept heave! heave!
i find not Euro-centrism in Christianity
therefore?
i can: clearly! disregard it as
something to curl and to tend to "shy intellects"
fervent ground: fertile ground
where Christianity should be
not a crutch on the spirit of the European
but a post-European dumping
ground
like... Africa... parts of China...
somewhere south in the tropics of Vietnam...
Africa (again)
south America:
and... north America...

i can't stand this cult of the "misplaced"...
"missing": cosmopolitan Messiah
this: no wandering in the desert for
40 years by god the Arabs and the Egyptians
are having a field day of
explaining who's who in the plagiarism of:
nobody to borrow or steal from...

so i was skim reading today's newspaper
and finally realized:
CLASS...
a hierarchy a society
not that i beg to differ
but so much of authoritative print
is based upon the middle-class
and their loss of cooing when pigeons
make authority of the sound...

so much CLASS: opinions i really have
no concern for...
in my little corner
i can sort of breathe an opinion off myself:

"decolonizing" the teaching of philosophy
disregarding Plato et al
as somehow "white":
like the Mediterranean curls and olive glistening
was: up to what point
will we conjure up "whiteness"
to say: oh hell yes! the Finns were the white
oppressors all along!

coming to terms with Anglo-Saxon
****** trivialities of
power-end submission-begin dynamics
like for me:

it wasn't enough to bed a 55 year old woman
to finally realize: in my 38th year
that somehow:
getting my rocks off at the prospect of
a 20 year old "body" who
punctuated *** with: pay-me-more
for: oral *** for the fingers slipping
into **** and guitar was
a saxophone's polyphony with trumpets
and trombones

and how those black men allowed
us to escape the rigidity of genius music
in score
in orchestra
with all that silence before the crescendos
so freely
this is some Jazz Musicians' Appreciation
Society?!

the Euros have started and i watched
Germany trash Scotland 5 - 1
but it wasn't just about watching
the football
that was in the background
like music like radio 4: BBC 4
i'm going through a breakup
and i'm cheating
with the workaholic me
the one that scribbles a tonne of words
with a search for some signets
in Katakana and Cuneiform
and Jesus
Jesus saying as much as he did
just doesn't cut it for me
i need a fire of intellect
and by simply nodding along
to those sayings
cages in on Kauai:
in London:
but not in Princeville.....................................

II.

am i such a bad man?
today i felt neuter good: atheistic less
and solipsistic more

i shoveled pebbles from one side
of the garden to the other
to make room for measurements
of garden furniture:
WIKLINOWE... the **** does that mean:
i so didn't want to hurt her
i made an SS-man incision
with a scalpel
and shared two videos
then the cutting words: THE END...
her religiosity got in her way
her kindness and femininity
a complex got in the way
her *** got in the say
and opened a many other ways
to see

am i a bad man?
i never cheated with her in the 4 years
long distance relationship
impossible to live
like that on DOPAMINE hits
the chemist in my ignored it for far
too long...
those were dopamine hits
having met on the Jesus Trek
i wondered: am i not riding my bicycle
that many times?

me mother and father were
actually woken up by a smell...
my female cat left us...
woken up by a smell:
not a sound...
a smell...
the **** blew the roof off and all
the rats turned into lizards...
i'll admit: some turned into cockroaches...
but then that was a far reaching
Apocalyptic B-movie B-Plan
of the vermin
i imagine a flag of central Europe:
i see four colors...

black
red
yellow
white

      yes: that's the flags of Germany, Poland
and the Vatican..

i feel like such a bad man
but today i felt normal:
i broke up with a girl and i spared myself
what i already knew:
she had a meeting with her friend
and her friend's friend some artist
from California
and i already knew:
but she prolonged
then she heard i was inheriting property
in Poland
and so she stuck around
for a bit longer
and the torture continued

and there was more Jesus than Christ
then someone broke in and starting
shouting: Immanuel!
Immanuel!
                
                    Isaiah: make me return among
this plagiarism: who the **** brings
a book into a forest?!
like who blings with: brings forth
a glass pane to the desert?!
i ask! i ask!

this is writing with interlude this is no
case for the Editorial High Priest
for this writing to reach the masses:
perhaps a few
out of what, i ask?

not out of difficulty?
i don't ask out of vanity
or snobbishness:

in the night i heard the words:

CO ROBISZ:

not: CO TY ROBISZ?

nor TY ROBISZ...

translation?

what (you) do       (beyond lost in translation:
a bilingual loss of translation,
translating into English from Polish
where there is less "shrapnel":
less conjunction not so frequent stress on
pronouns...

CO ROBISZ...

   what you do:

             because there was not question
asked by my father as i jumped
an inch quicker to send that cat ****
for examination in the sewers and picnics...

CO TY ROBISZ: yes:
the pronoun interrogative structure of sentence
even without a ? stressor at the end
would be just that: half asleep father with
burning nostrils like i...

TY ROBISZ: i sort of wish he said that
but by saying that
he would be implicit in deeming me a god:
but i am not: you (are) doing...

robienie would be the exactness of
doing...
since it is indefinitely placed in grammar:

ROBISZ is a DO- without an -ING
just like:
BJE could  be the antithesis word
from BE- within the confines of BEING
via -ING
but unlike the -ING of DO- and BE-
one can say that: stressed using the articles of
"atheism":

DO or NOT do...
either way: you're going to: BE!
to do and to be are: indefinite articles..
doing and being are: definite articles!

to do not to be
is doing is being
is not neither
not being and
not doing
but rather
either doing
and not-doing
or
being and
           not-being...

III.

have i left a daughter?
i would not have so many transcendental
euphoric experiences
of simply coming back from work
and acknowledging:
t.v. is acid
need the alkaline gangrene of
whiskey and marijuana
and day-dream come 11pm...

have i left a daughter?
i left a lover
and no amount of ****
will suffice but hell i know it now
and it's like horror movies
i now watch without being scared
so i watch *******
without being aroused
or trying to find paths to the stars...
learned it with intimacy
par excellence:

but i can't forgive her
the book: initiated like a Kantian
categorical imperative
like that wording somehow deafens
the blow
the turn the other cheek
i will never do
but am under sort of forced will:
not free will:
not enslaved will:
i am forced to: live this will...
from free will
to enslaved will
to forced will...

i turned the other cheek to Samir
not Kibsi
not Qarri
not... Samir-Saffar-Ali...

               i have been forced to muse:
to mule the alkaline and acids
the salts and the sugars
i am one carrot shy of a donkeys'
ride on a roller coaster...

                      21 years and i'm not counting:
perhaps that intelligence
deviation:
i explain it as:
been on the construction site for 40
years and didn't use ear guards of moth cloth
or worked in the events industry
as a security guard
and gone deaf from teenage screams
or listening to my headphones
with music from teenage me
almost shortening the switches:
man needs torture! torture!
make his ego come up with excerpts
coming and going
not a sleeper narrative:
i think i am i **** i eat i welcome
i pet i zoo i transgender i stink of glue...
i ergo i plus i minus i divide
i shave i live i outlive i ferment i create god

IV.

but this sharp sound in my head
from the word
whispered into my head via ear:
PIENIADZE: money...

oh but the devil can exist outside
the human world
allowed to be a shaman of shadow
and torrential rains! discipline!

watching too much ****
can make you forgot your original
wits and measures
of watching with disgust two
serpents:
two snails... mating: asexually
it would seem...
even now... the woodland pigeons
seem to be...           GANDU!

GANDU! gay: in Urdu...
sorry... this last work advert i saw stressed
that there are preferential ethnic characteristics
concerning a job role:

best be BLACK
ASIAN
NOT CHINESE
NOT RUSSIAN
BLACK AND ARAB
AND INDIAN AND URDU
BEST BE GAY TOO
TRANSGENDER NO
JUST LGBTQ+ queue too!

can't be white:
even German white is too white
so like German English
history is nothing
because oh i'm pretty sure
a Somali can joke
about Nigerians not hearing themselves
but then again
i'm just a white guy
with two Africans born of immigrants
and two immigrants
on the Bananas Bahamas..

this is the Royal Academy of Arts...
the job is simple...
£26,000 a year...
for... 16h worth of work over 2 days...
but...
Africans and Asians (not the Chinese,
of Japanese: didn't you know that Japanese
are ****?!) and GAYS...
#GIMPSFREEPALESTINE...

  so... not anyone necessarily competent
in faking and then flaking a smile?
no... none of that?
not anyone intelligent
just a racist mantra reignited
because if that **** has been
then let's return to the god of tribalism
and not any: withholding
god of the intellect when the Quran
was first scribbled down!

time for: herding the people...
it's an ugly prospect but
it's one that has been measured as occuring
countless times in history
without any real focus of entrapped
leverage of importance...

for weeks i thought myself this terrible man,
this...
ah.... but language and its own purposes
arrived and were left waiting
and i too waited: in steam and ferment
and the prospect
of a meteor
and i too decided: as *** the envious
parody of when is intellect to be envied
to be pardoned like a mutation

heart broken: heart mended:
heart broken: heart mended:

   hertz gebrochen: herz fest
   hertz gebrochen: herz fest

           Schottland!

         wurde ich geboren
                   mit einem
                         deutzschintellekt?
Yenson Jun 2022
Some buffoon held wide open the chiffon
inviting glimpses
into their dim shallows of superficialities
where precious semblances sits without
real substances
and spurious heads and nouveau chancers
display shining blings of their family silver
dumbly expecting
envy and recognition for alloy coated turds
from showroom of callow indistinguishable
the semblance
that lacks the sublimity of grace worth flair
the incongruous gardener in top hat and tails
and therein the absurdity
of values of breeding intelligence and purpose
You can take the hicks out of Texas, but you can't
take the Texas out of the hicks
I am not Texan or a hick and cannot envy or compare with them
Ryan O'Leary May 2020
Be it blings or things
that sings with wings
Crows are under no
illusion that those who
try to impersonate them
are not convincing anyone.

Those lings, for example
who have managed to
promote themselves as
Star's, are not even related
the Genus Corvus, but think
so because they are black,
with white Polka Dots!

Crows are not racist, But!

— The End —