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"enterance" poems
Off she went all dressed up to meet the guy she swiped left upon. Five feet 10 his profile said but that's where all the lies began! In she walked in her killer heels, eyes wide and bright to look for him. But not a sign of him to see had he stood her up? How dare he! Then at the bar worst for wear she saw his face and balding head. How had he aged so much, so soon from the photos that made her swoon. Well the truth aired and shots were fired, Napoleon's descendant had clearly lied! The CEO of a successful business would be up at 5 for the newspaper deliveries. His holiday home was a caravan, in the **** of Wales where no one went. His hair had gone south long ago and his belly was chasing it now as well. But in all of this, had she lied? Was she 48 or 55? Had those lips been rendered too? With botox and the wrinkles smoothed. At 48 or 55 that dress had some riples inside. The parts Spanx can't control, where age and love handles roll. She stayed they drank. Then drank again and laughed and talked of other things. They danced made shapes for all to see like watching a form of epilepsy. They left at one her shoes in hand, holes in her tights, lipstick smeared upon his cheek and a room to find to seal the deal. Promises made to meet again and drink and dance and meet their friends. Next week he was sat at the very same bar, watching the door for her enterance! She? Oh no, nowhere to be seen. Across the town at another scene. This time an accountant, chartered too! But we all know it isn't true. Fairytale endings nowhere to be seen. Just nights of ****** and living the dream. All in all is this all that they want? Repeating the cycle over again. With another fool in fancy dress? Viewed from the bottom of an empty glass.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
Another fool in fancy dress
Off she went all dressed up to meet the guy she swiped left upon. Five feet 10 his profile said but that's where all the lies began! In she walked in her killer heels, eyes wide and bright to look for him. But not a sign of him to see had he stood her up? How dare he! Then at the bar worst for wear she saw his face and balding head. How had he aged so much, so soon from the photos that made her swoon. Well the truth aired and shots were fired, Napoleon's descendant had clearly lied! The CEO of a successful business would be up at 5 for the newspaper deliveries. His holiday home was a caravan, in the **** of Wales where no one went. His hair had gone south long ago and his belly was chasing it now as well. But in all of this, had she lied? Was she 48 or 55? Had those lips been rendered too? With botox and the wrinkles smoothed. At 48 or 55 that dress had some riples inside. The parts Spanx can't control, where age and love handles roll. She stayed they drank. Then drank again and laughed and talked of other things. They danced made shapes for all to see like watching a form of epilepsy. They left at one her shoes in hand, holes in her tights, lipstick smeared upon his cheek and a room to find to seal the deal. Promises made to meet again and drink and dance and meet their friends. Next week he was sat at the very same bar, watching the door for her enterance! She? Oh no, nowhere to be seen. Across the town at another scene. This time an accountant, chartered too! But we all know it isn't true. Fairytale endings nowhere to be seen. Just nights of ****** and living the dream. All in all is this all that they want? Repeating the cycle over again. With another fool in fancy dress? Viewed from the bottom of an empty glass.
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The pastor stood before the church. Standing behind the podium. And asked why? Why do he have so little of faith? He shook his head. He pause. Then continue on with his sermon. That he has never blamed God for his decision. But learned from them as they have happen. He request his congregation turn to all scriptures concerning faith. He named the book and the various pages. He addressed those with the littlest of faith. How can you hope for blessings? When you don't believe. He spoke of the Centurion's faith. Who felt he was unworthy of Jesus enterance into his home? But the Lord saw faith. He addressed the fig tree that was withering away. While noticing the fruit tree and used it around having faith. He used the mustard seed to point out faith. Highlighting the grain and how nothing is impossible? If you only believe. By having faith in God as he use scriptures in Matthew and Mark. Teaching that faith must be in the people. Even the sinful woman was forgiven just for showing kindness. For she loved so much and little was given. He taught upon the apostles seeking to increase their faith. Which the Lord addressed honestly to them. After all, he point out we walk by faith and not by sight. That God has open doors that we didn't know was coming. And as he spoke. He point out to them that faith comes by hearing. And abiding in faith. And believing in One Lord, one faith. Cause the author and finisher of faith is the Lord. And then he concluded his sermon to the people. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen. Doubt not God, for he know all things that's good for us. Just have faith, Amen. Let the people say.....
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
The Pastor's Sermon(Faith)
The pastor stood before the church. Standing behind the podium. And asked why? Why do he have so little of faith? He shook his head. He pause. Then continue on with his sermon. That he has never blamed God for his decision. But learned from them as they have happen. He request his congregation turn to all scriptures concerning faith. He named the book and the various pages. He addressed those with the littlest of faith. How can you hope for blessings? When you don't believe. He spoke of the Centurion's faith. Who felt he was unworthy of Jesus enterance into his home? But the Lord saw faith. He addressed the fig tree that was withering away. While noticing the fruit tree and used it around having faith. He used the mustard seed to point out faith. Highlighting the grain and how nothing is impossible? If you only believe. By having faith in God as he use scriptures in Matthew and Mark. Teaching that faith must be in the people. Even the sinful woman was forgiven just for showing kindness. For she loved so much and little was given. He taught upon the apostles seeking to increase their faith. Which the Lord addressed honestly to them. After all, he point out we walk by faith and not by sight. That God has open doors that we didn't know was coming. And as he spoke. He point out to them that faith comes by hearing. And abiding in faith. And believing in One Lord, one faith. Cause the author and finisher of faith is the Lord. And then he concluded his sermon to the people. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen. Doubt not God, for he know all things that's good for us. Just have faith, Amen. Let the people say.....
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My book shook and look! A crook which is sure to hook onto some **** which doth hang out randomly like a dress out your car door. I am shy with my high and dry status the why? I am not sure But I vie and cry and Lie and try to Do more. This will kiss the Enterance pages of its inspiration: Bliss. Titled, this **** and griss miss Priss diss this list and hiss Like snakely Chris Who is in Fresno Hiss. Hiss. Kiss. This is my bliss.... BLISS POEM I.
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
Untitled
My book shook and look! A crook which is sure to hook onto some **** which doth hang out randomly like a dress out your car door. I am shy with my high and dry status the why? I am not sure But I vie and cry and Lie and try to Do more. This will kiss the Enterance pages of its inspiration: Bliss. Titled, this **** and griss miss Priss diss this list and hiss Like snakely Chris Who is in Fresno Hiss. Hiss. Kiss. This is my bliss.... BLISS POEM I.
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
Untitled
our children are not the only ones to see a clown and begin to run some adults have the fear you ever wonder why they lear bright colored hair and funny make up not so funny when you wake up with ten or so surounding you trying to grab and strangle you how hard would you laugh if in a dream your mind it woke the clown from "it" began to choke i'm sure you would not find the joke you see them at the circus always sometimes near the fairground enterance some have not the intention to scare others try to instill the fear animal balloons and baggy clothes they look more like the boogyman we pay them for a birthday party kids are screaming and there crying ever wonder why it's so because the kids they know it shows kids don't know this but heres a fact john wayne gacy played the act he was not funny not one bit but full of ugly and very sick weather they smile or they frown there will always be a scary clown
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
Clownz
Will you still love me? When I am no longer vibrant With the contengency of my youth When my soul is laden with the suffering of a lifetime Will you hold me? Kiss away the pain of my heart When the world betray's me And my own heart denies me enterance into the realm of forgiveness Will you still love me? When my lips thin No longer plump with the pouting potential of 21 When my blue eyes no longer spark with the reflecting depth of laughter When age takes my skin into itself and adds new plains to my profile Will you still see me? Inside a body that shifts with the experiences that define it When the shell that was once so vocal is quiet When I revert inside my mind to find the answers to the world Instead of forge a new path When I travel a road long worn by the pads of my feet that I know it by memory As I know you Will you still love me? When the ring on my finger no longer fits Having loss the thickness of supple skin Will you still love me? When I can no longer grant life When children sing no more lullaby's in their small voices Can you still love me? When nights grow colder And the stories I tell you grow together Weaving the tale of your life into a glorious creshendo That words fail and you are brought to tears By the essence of my love. I will still love you No matter how you change I will see the young man with his wide eyed wonder I will love the gentle expressions of your self when they change as we all do There will be no faulter in my steady step as I hold your hand Help you off the ground Steady your shaking feet Planting firm roots beneath you When everything else is meant to fall I will see you despite it all.
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Will you still love me?
Will you still love me? When I am no longer vibrant With the contengency of my youth When my soul is laden with the suffering of a lifetime Will you hold me? Kiss away the pain of my heart When the world betray's me And my own heart denies me enterance into the realm of forgiveness Will you still love me? When my lips thin No longer plump with the pouting potential of 21 When my blue eyes no longer spark with the reflecting depth of laughter When age takes my skin into itself and adds new plains to my profile Will you still see me? Inside a body that shifts with the experiences that define it When the shell that was once so vocal is quiet When I revert inside my mind to find the answers to the world Instead of forge a new path When I travel a road long worn by the pads of my feet that I know it by memory As I know you Will you still love me? When the ring on my finger no longer fits Having loss the thickness of supple skin Will you still love me? When I can no longer grant life When children sing no more lullaby's in their small voices Can you still love me? When nights grow colder And the stories I tell you grow together Weaving the tale of your life into a glorious creshendo That words fail and you are brought to tears By the essence of my love. I will still love you No matter how you change I will see the young man with his wide eyed wonder I will love the gentle expressions of your self when they change as we all do There will be no faulter in my steady step as I hold your hand Help you off the ground Steady your shaking feet Planting firm roots beneath you When everything else is meant to fall I will see you despite it all.
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People fear her. One reason, she's a woman. They cry foul about her political contribution. They level lies and mistruth about her. Why? Cause she's Hillary J. Smart. A woman of common sense. Not the first woman to face attacks. Especially from insecure men not sure of themselves. Instead of concentrating on her brilliance. They attacking her husband. A man of honor and personal mistakes. Scriptures advises us those without sin shouldn't cast stones. If a radar as at the enterance of all churches. We would all fail. Women intimidate some men when they hold their own. Hillary Really Smart does just that. Which holds truth when you see personal attacks.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Hillary R. Smart
A place full of joy a magic place Once you get through traffic Ride the tran from the packed parking structure As you get off walk towards the enterance The line forms but once you're inside Emotions come out full of excitement As you walk through the crowd Main Street USA in Disneyland Admire the sights explore the worlds So much to do fun with friends and family Make it a day make memories Enjoy it so much, hate to stay away The heart feels great it's like you made Sometimes it feels like you made it Anywhere else else is a struggle Seen so much fun all around Kind of pricey but worth it Waiting in long lines to get on themed rides A place other than work or being at home
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
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