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aria xero Nov 2012
Maybe these wonders

that float by the bed

of the wandering traveler

will ever find peace

to the rivers it washed

on the shore of tomorrow

but the train has departed

time itself frozen

in ice-trays for scalding

hot yesterdays

lollipop remnants

askew in the hallway

of this rundown shack

rewind the

disk so as to portray

all the shame felt

by this day

we say Hello..

hands waved to the sky

as rainbows descend

heaven above like wings

white as the

snow, but pure like

nothing seen before

we dance...

mixtures of speech

blend like smoothies

of strawberry finess

every stripe, every spot make

the gold seams of the dress

stars wear. year

after year it grows

to burst with

confetti they float and

we stare...

blankly each moment

is blurred

muddy images pierce the walls

drip do they fall like rain

on the ground covered in

petals and petals of flowers

so red but yellow

we hug...
Marshal Gebbie Feb 2012
To our darling Veronica

With affection, she I call “Sweet Pea”
The lady’s smile, I always see
When she waltzes by with sponge and mop
With a cheerful wave to all that lot
Who never see her scrubbing there...
To tidy kitchen, loo and stair,
Who never see her great technique
Let alone defer to speak.....

Sweet Pea we’ll miss your great finess
Your bright and cheery fix of mess,
Your happy way of making right
That which most refuse to sight,
May you find your life’s real gain
Dispelling old folk’s aches and pain.
May you have sweet days of bright
Without a cleaning mop in sight.

Love and a great big kiss of gratitude
For the wonderful sparkling world you have given us.

Love from us lot @ VPT
RG The Visionary Aug 2014
She was blessed from the start like a christening
Aura glistening
Her vision is
Astounding
Very humble still grounded
Well rounded
Well known
Not for getting *****
But rather for how shes sounding
On the mic every night
Harmonic tunes
Melodic boon
Has every one in a trance
As if she was a muse
no daughter to Zeus
But a goddess in her own rights
In a dark room she still consumes eyes
As if she's in the spot light
a little lime and still bright
Life gave her lemons
She created her own zest
Best
quality is her smooth characteristics
Or is it
how she styles with finess
With out trying to empress
The next
Man she  just do it for her self
**** here I am thinking I could help
But can't even help my self
Why cause her
Intellect matches her beauty
I'm talking she got brains and her *****
Bubble
**** see that's not really what attracted me
It was that crazy **** cool personality
Not exactly
a role model
But who wants perfect
Cause honestly
Sometimes a woman's flaws will make her worth it
Even if a future isn't certain
Instead of saying you working
Over time
Give a reason to put work in and overtime
You gain connection
Type of girl to be your lover and BESTFRIEND
Treat her nothing less then
The best thing
you ever had
Make sure she never mad
bad in their own view
But to you she beautiful
Woman not a *****
But that's a word most men are use to
Plus trying to get
a women as Devine
as I define
Is hard to find
So a good women we become immune to
But see if I get that I won't let go
but that's the funny thing about is you'll never know
feelings will never show
If they do  
You'll feel clumsy  
never look before you fall
You just close your eyes and say
Geronimo
Cecil Miller Jul 2015
Thing is,
I am a man of this modern world.
The people of this time are aware we have lost the ways of opulent formality and style.

Thing is,
We are confounded that because people expect us to simply be polite.
It is such an offense that we created a new term to redefine it: political correctness. We don't really worry about the correctness part, but we think a lot about the political part.

Thing is,
Politics and politeness are not synonymous.
Though we could be polite when discussing our politics, we rarely are.
It's no wonder, because we are deeply passionate about the rules that govern us.

Thing is,
We should forget about being politically correct. We should be, instead, politely correct. No matter where we stand, we can treat each other with a niceness that I hope is not irretrievably lost to our more formal past.

Thing is,
We lose a bit of our finess everytime we hold on to bitterness. Let go of fear. What do you have to lose?
I hope this poem speaks for itself. Please, let it do so. Do not buy, sell, trade or use to fundraise for this site or any other.
brandon nagley May 2015
Fortify this Amozanian square,
Wherith Baldheads are anguished,
No other place shall compare!!!!

Altered skin wearers,
Sleeve wearing tribesmen!!!

Amourostity don't leave me to far gone,
Showeth me love,
Showeth me loving kindness,
Shower me thy grain!!!
And thine finess....

Fruition comes suddenly,
Studdingly the airs wind stays chill,
Dead/lock exhibitions of fan fare latitude!!!!

A blonde chapter of northern affairs,
How changeable is ones man I can smile!!!

Defilement she hath seen,
Derider,
Non abider,
Doesn't fit on thine circuited scene...

What a guise to all wherin whom sleep!!!

Guardeth thy soul,
Their mind is of allotrope,
You'll whimper as they weepeth!!!!

Flourisher,
Nourisher of nutrientral push!!!
Snappish,
Irenic, lover of pre school books!!!!

Sorceries own solvent,
Dissolvent of surmise talk,

Your a new age Delilah thou fresh smelling mucosa you!!!!!
proud rhymer gxr Jul 2016
a rhymer of old, like back in time
writing tales, which of course must rhyme
i just couldn't do it, for it wouldn't be fair
blotting my words, without  finess style, or flair
He asks me why wonder,
You can know by a flick of the wrist,
By the bruise on the skin,
Sliding through the memory of memories.

Why wonder?
Because of the questions and the mist,
The uncertainty of holy and sin,
Finess bridging the simulation of falacy.

I love to wonder,
It tells me the story of a stranger,
It may not be true to all, but that is my wager,
It tells me the state of my soul, should I be in danger.

In a world where reality is fantasy,
Where living alive is the ultimate dream,
In the goal of surviving, fictional as it seems,
Where adults are children, having fun in an epic eternity.
Frans May 2019
One day
Two days
Three days
Four days
Five days
Six days
Seven days..

Its been a week since my arrival
Yet it feels like Im still in my wonderland
It feels like I'm in a cloud nine
Where there are all white
Shining and Shimmering
I am confused
Sate my curiousity

It feels like the heavens answered my prayers
I bumped into a young gorgeous girl
She introduced herself to me
She enlightened my crowded mind
She speak so finess and classy
I think I'm floating
I am floating because of her

She told me Im in a Paradise
Where worries, problems and sadness do not exist
She told me to come with her so I did
Every step I take
I feel the lightness of my being
I feel like a free bird
She led the way with smile on her face


Once we stopped, I was mesmerized
I eyed them with wide eyes
A tear roll down from my eyes
They are in a form of circle
They are beaming at me
They are all Angels
With God and his son Jesus Christ at the center.

God called me
He said come on my child
Welcome to my Heaven and Earth.
When we feel anxious, or so much sadness, let us just remember that God is eyeing us here to lead us in his Holy Land.
FROM THE DAY WE'ER BORN

The first thing we here is .. that bad
Hell I just got here give me a break
Just make me a bottle no teeth for steak

Then you get older some theres older still
Thinking they'er Gods gift to wisdom in life
But now your here they might get less some
And that alone causes for you yet more strife

Not that you expected encouragement for being
For belonging to both parents unlike them
But you never knew that you loved them anyway
Might have been accidentle you'd do it ag'en

My God a boy you heard you looked down to see
He's lovely a nurse said they didn't agree
Than you change his nappies they then cried
The pre spoiled others not full of glee

Then at school told your not as good as they
So you told all to go see a taxaderist true
Unlike the others got a real job with pay
A lad working with men doing as they do

Them fathered by God knows with ego's to boot
Mum like the socil life a few drinks who cares
After the last dance off to a party dad home
His life working hard mum out there with bears

Not long to find your different than they
Them out to prove better then most in town
All pretenders at best not fooling a soul
You sun tanned by working them whitest around

You grew with muscles and finess healthy too
Never afraid of hard work like them ever true
Fine suits and high heels you boots just jeans
You from 16 poetry songs good voice right through

Riding the wind horses and hands that said work
Crow bars and ax'es take on all come what may
Bosses knew you could hack it at any time
Never out of work made good money each day

They hated my honesty when I had something to say
Never cared who they were they got it anyway
Never tried being as good as others always just me
All through life be itnight or be it day

I grew without family no regrets friends better
Them I treated mostly like bush flies
Better off being yourself take it or leave it
After all said and done everyone eventually dies

So many with depression these days just be happy
It stirs them up the wall of life its true
Just say to yourself tomorrow first day of my life
Look out world here I come I'm better than you

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
"This goes to the folks rioting in the Twin Cities St Paul Minneapolis 2020
Double vision precision
Ancestors of sun moon wind stars are listenin'
So get a sheet for ya mental and start stencling"

"Too much pain we had enough now's it's time to get tough"

"I still remember the Fred days the revolution won't be televised"

Check it this is a ****** Record


Look how many blacks died from white lies eyes
Behold of the media and justice ties  sold baked pies
To the innocent wise but they don't see the disguise
Pictures of ****** still praised .no longer phases
Twelve guage engage let the bullets become rage
Grave instincts sink deeper than the heart of a ****** link
See the lost souls in a clink my mind couldnt blink
Feel the pain of the twin cities going crazy too many babies
Of the revolutionary discovery rippin thru enemies
Easily see I'm just a member of nat Turner's family
So don't be mad at me if my blacks killing thee
System Babylon been long overdone
Overruled my hidden jewels knowledge mules
Subject to break rules now they want us cool
But ya can't cuz the heats too hot to trot never forgot
The past of americas bloodshed thoughts is read
In the back of the subconscious heads unsung
Heros really hung only the dumb hum the song
Of the same tune stay hunting like Daniel Boone
Hearts a pain caccoon can't fly away happiness
Strains all over the earths Cain since my birth works
Of the living riots a titles of the graves spinning
In the casket I unmask it simply task it
Far from counterfeit yo America you finna pay ya licks
In the form of guns bats sticks to bricks click
One shot ya dead body rot the feds sleeping beds
So what I miss the ***** dug out ***** out
We using them for.the falls of the Roman coliseums
See my rhymes in heavens museum
Spiritual phelgm
Can't breath among the masses shattered glasses
Truth is blind along with justice only way they serve us
Is with bullets now I return the favor with bullets
Now they Mad cuz we pulled it good cop bad cop
They all the same cuz they game never gone change





Now ya tell me what's missing? Slugs is hissin'
Still ******* and pitching licks off the Lincoln dissin'
Off my haters no brush keep it on the hush blush
Once I see a ****** plan high powered weapons
Form a black clan under stand I'm like the black Taliban
Osama to Obama brothers sisters to lil mamas drama
Still chasing reality and fantasy still driving Ms Daisy
Media must be in Mercedes fearmonger scabies
Waiting for the racist men to ladies see black Hades
All day all night they mad cuz I write the real fights
No longer sitting on hungers of stress finess
The best **** prayers for the bless I say strap ya best
Gat the hearts of the police death increase release
The brakes they tried to pump can't stop the pump
From dumping always into something
Forever ******* topics focus on the unseen optics
Eagles scoping over the main view blew the fuse
Let the Tommy cruise mission impossible
Possible now they feeling the hubbles of troubles
Impact deeps stay hunting with my panther peeps
Day three destructive as the tornado alley rallies
Gone never stop til the day we drop see the crops
Hearts of stones cuz the cold world is owned phoned
By hells calling no stalling human brawling crawling
Instinct they try to hide the racism inside but can't glide
Away from the conscious gains simple and plain
Still wiping tears of sweat off my membrame
Memories of slave whips Jesus save ships we worship
Every Sunday put the word away used Malcolm's AK
At the mountain still tripping off MLK speech replays
Same day different pangs cuz the worlds never gone change

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